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my favorite bts fics so far (hyung!line)

hello lovely readers, i hope all of you are doing great. i've been wanting to make this post for a while now. i really want to share the amazing work and talent that many authors have on this app. as a literature fan and hopeless romantic myself, i made sure to pick out all the fics that i think are beautiful and amazing :)

disclaimers!!!!:

some of these fics contain nsfw content (minors dni), or some heavy themes, i am yoongi biased so excuse me if the fic ratio compared to the other members is waaayy bigger (like by a lot i am so so sorry), also this post is insanely long heh (once again, i am so so sorry :p), all pictures are from pinterest!

fluff- ♾️

angst- Ω

smut- ☻

crack/humor- ☼

i would sell my liver to read this again for the first time- ¶

Kim Seokjin

Turn Back Time- @raplinesmoon ♾️☼Ω☻

''pairing: baseball player!Seokjin x doctor!reader (based on the movie 13 Going On 30) genres/au/rating: fluff, humour, angst, smut, time travel au, 18+ summary: After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?''

Every Year- @another-army-spot ♾️Ω☻

''Pairing: Jin x Reader, some implied Yoongi x reader and Namjoon x reader

Word: 15.6K

Genre: friends-to-lovers!au, richkids!au, chef!Jin, bookworm!oc, hard fluff, smut angst?

Summary:  As the daughter of the Kim’s closest friends, you’ve attended their extravagant annual New Year’s party since the year you were born.  No matter what you always spend time with your favorite childhood friend, Jin, who has always been there for you.  Here are the highlights of you and Jin realizing just how important you two are to each other.''

Let's get married as a joke- @burningupp Ω♾️

''Genre: angst, fluff

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader

Wordcount: 8210 (I’m so sorry)

Summary: Your best friend Jin has always had a talent of getting you into trouble. Maybe that’s why you’re not surprised that he asks you to marry him as a joke - or that you agree.''

friends get married all the time- @hobipost♾️

''The silly promise you made ten years ago comes back to bite your asses, and you’re both too weak to pretend it never happened

pairing: seokjin x f. reader

genres/tropes: friends to lovers, fluff

words: 2k+''

Min Yoongi

series:

The Truth Between Us- @jimlingss @gukyi ♾️Ω ☼ ¶

“⇒ summary: a book deal should be the most exciting time of your life, but there seems to be a constant and omnipresent damper on your mood in the form of a certain min yoongi, who you would just cut out from your life, if he weren’t your editor. but then, the world shifts beneath your feet, and you begin to wonder if maybe you’ve always been looking at life from the wrong angle.

⇒ enemies to lovers au with various other au’s thrown in there

⇒ word count: 14k (first chapter)

⇒ genre: fluff, angst, drama”

Dating advice- @taleasnewastime ♾️Ω☻

''Summary: It’s been months – ok, it’s been years – since you last went on a date. And you’re sick of it. Sick of seeing couples kissing and holding hands in the street. Sick of your friends settling down. Sick of everyone buying houses and having families. You’re going to do something about it. You’re going to snap up a man, you’re going to tie someone down, you’re going to finally commit, you’re going to – you’re going to need a bit of advice.

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: fluff; angst; smut

Word count: 54k

Status: Complete''

unexpected lovers- @jjkeverlast ♾️Ω☻

''-> pairing artist!yoongi x female reader

-> genre fake dating!au, romantic comedy

-> summary what happens when you meet min yoongi at the club, or well accidentally use him as your pawn to not get hit on. not knowing your cousins friend overhears and suddenly your whole family knows.

-> word count 19.8k''

Only Yesterday- @borathae ♾️���Ω ¶

'' “Your life in a small countryside village was nothing of the extraordinary, you owned a quaint little teashop, enjoyed warm evenings in your garden and liked taking walks by the river. One day a handsome stranger moves in the abandoned cottage opposite side of the river and it is not long that he becomes a source of comfort in your life.”

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: s2l!AU, Neighbours!AU, Teashop!AU, Slice of Life!AU, Romance, Fluff, Smut

Warnings: This is a very feel good story, meant to comfort the soul and warm the heart. However it contains talks about car accidents and memory loss, as well as sexually explicit scenes. If you are sensitive to such topics I advise you read with care. 

Wordcount: 78.620''

Signed in Black- @yoon-kooks♾️☻

''Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Soulmate!AU, BadBoy!AU, FLUFF, Smut [in future chapters]

Summary: Min Yoongi. That was the name magically tattooed to your skin. You were told he was your lover by fate. And as cute as it would be to have a soulmate, Yoongi was the last person you ever wanted to be bound to. But thankfully, there was a way to remove the tattoo. All you had to do was convince six Bulletproof Fairies that the two of you were in love.

Word Count: 3.3k'' (first chapter)

neon signs- @pantoneyoongi ♾️¶

''title ; neon signs [ drabble series ]  pairing ; campus crush!yoongi x campus crush!you 

description ; namjoon doesn’t think it can get any clearer outside of yoongi building a giant neon sign saying i have the absolute biggest crush on you but apparently, book smarts don’t exactly translate when it comes to you and your massive crush on min yoongi.

(alternatively: namjoon and hoseok try for three years straight to get you and yoongi together.)''

Reflection of You- @agustdakasuga ♾️Ω ¶

''Genre: Historical!AU, Timetraveller!AU/ Different Dimension, Romance

Pairing: SUGA x Reader, Yoongi x Reader

Characters: Normal!Reader, Idol!Suga, King!Yoongi, Guard!Seokjin, Guard!Jungkook, RoyalAdvisor!Namjoon, Servant!Jimin, Servant!Hoseok, Prince!Taehyung

Summary: Confirming you were dating the famous Min Suga of BTS, you knew you were bound to make some enemies. But what you didn’t expect was to be cursed, leading you to meet a cold-hearted, arrogant king that shares the same face as your rapper lover. ''

your universe- @muniimyg ♾️☻Ω ☼

''in which min yoongi refuses to lose you

+ 

regretting rejecting oc, min yoongi goes through a circus load of gestures and tasks in attempt to be loved again

pairings:

basketball captain // tsundere yoongi + sunshine // preschool edu major oc

au/genre:

friends to lovers 

uni au

one sided pining / rejection / redemption / a sad excuse of a slow burn

smut, crack, angst

social media au + written

warnings:

implied + actual smut

angst (oc is heartbroken and trying to move on from being initially rejected)

name calling, love/hate friendships, big egos, overprotective friends, childish social culture, and a burnt out era <;3 

parts:

ongoing ( ongoing/25 )''

andante cantabile- @kkulfm-2 ♾️☻¶

''pairing: myg x f!reader

genre: historical / regency au, fluff, smut

wc: 30.6k + 3.8k smutty bonus

summary: You are convinced Mr. Min is nothing but a rude and gloomy man after he leaves a horrible first impression on you. His friends' attempts to convince you otherwise are met with mixed success.''

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oneshots:

Man of The Year- @raplinesmoon ♾️¶

''pairing: single dad!Yoongi x gn!reader genre(s): pure fluff, very minor angst au(s): graduation au word count: 2.7k warnings: some swearing, Yoongi is a little nervous, Yoongi is bad at flirting, this is so cute I could cry

rating: PG

summary: For the longest time, it’s always been Yoongi and his daughter, celebrating every milestone of life together. But today, that could change.''

Shut Eye- @alpacaparkaseok ♾️

''pairing/genre: idol!Yoongi x reader, fluff

premise: In a world where every night you meet your soulmate in your dreams only to forget their face and voice when you wake up, you’re now more desperate than ever to find them.

word count: 2.6k''

gold- @aquagustd Ω♾️☻

''↣ you’re in love with Min Yoongi, yes, you are, but why do you keep thinking of the boy who broke your heart into a million pieces when you should be focusing on the one who’s mending it.

pairing: yoongi x reader (past jungkook x reader)

genre: angst, fluff, smut, bff2l

word count: 17K''

stood up. -@parkdatjimin Ω☻♾️

''Three years after dumping your toxic boyfriend, you decide it's finally time to try the dating scene again. What you don't expect is for a handsome and confident CEO to come to your rescue after being stood up.

"Just play along. My name is Yoongi and whoever stood you up is a douche."

Pairings: CEO!yoongi x fem!reader

Genre: HEAVY angst, smut, lil fluff, slice of life, mutual pining, non-idol!au''

First-Date BAIT!- @jimlingss ♾️

''Words: 11.3k

Genre: Fluff

First dates are embarrassing. First dates are awkward. I’ve been through countless ones, sitting across from people who bored the living daylights out of me. It was less exciting than watching paint dry. Some dates were so utterly rude - I think you and I both know what it’s like to be on the receiving end on that. But now we both don’t have to waste our time anymore!

With First Date Bait they went out for me! Afterwards, they informed me if it was recommended to go out on a second date. It’s amazing with a 99.99% accuracy rate! That’s how I ended up meeting my husband!

First Date Bait. Why waste your time with awkward first dates?''

DreamCatcher- @jimlingss ♾️Ω

''Words: 13k (oops)

Genre: Fluff & Angst

Summary: When your dreams are more or less nightmares, monsters inside your head that eat you alive, it seems like the only person who can help you is Min Yoongi, professional dream chaser.''

Purr-haps I like you- @taleasnewastime ♾️

''Summary: You have a no pets policy where you live, but when you find a tiny kitten in a box on the side of the road, what can you do but bring it home with you? The only problem? The landlord who made the no pets rule, also happens to be your flatmate.

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: pure fluff; Flatmates au

Word count: 11.6k''

Wild Strawberries- @yoonia ♾️☻

''➤ Character / Genre: Min Yoongi x reader/female OC (told through Yoongi’s POV) | Lucid Dream!au, fluff, smut''

first love- @jungnoir Ω♾️

''⇢ summary:  yoongi meets you, seated next to him at a familiar brown piano, and he steals you away hours before your wedding day, seated next to him at a familiar brown piano + yoongi’s been in love with you since childhood and he only has the courage to tell you when you’re about to marry someone else.

⇢ relationship: min yoongi/reader.

⇢ genre: best friend!au, angst, romance. 

⇢ words: 5.6k''

strike a chord- @snackhobi ♾️☻¶

''pairing: yoongi x reader // word count: 15.8k // genre: smut

summary: your idea of a good night certainly doesn't involve being stood up by yet another blind date and finding yourself alone in a fancy bar; fortunately for you, there's an attractive man playing the piano to keep you busy, instead.''

Anyone But The Groom- @yoonjinkooked ♾️Ω☻

''❅ Summary: After a meet-cute that brings all the romcoms to shame, you realize that for once in your life, the stars have finally aligned and presented you a guy that might be able to make you believe in love at first sight. Only to find out that you’re in charge of planning his Christmas Eve Wedding.

❅ Pairing: Yoongi x female reader

❅ AU: Wedding Planner reader x Arranged Marriage groom Yoongi

❅ Genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, will-they-won’t-they type of relationship

❅ Word Count: 36.5k (I AM SO SORRY)''

Not Even a Mouse- @softyoongiionly ♾️☻¶

''Summary:  The week before Christmas, you are tasked with delivering some paperwork to your father’s former business partner in order to secure your ownership of their legendary toy store. However, things don’t go as planned and a sudden blizzard keeps you cooped up inside the tiniest town you’ve ever seen, Snow Falls. You keep telling yourself that it’s the weather that’s keeping you here, but after a visit to Min’s Mini Mart, you aren’t so sure anymore…

Pairing: Single Dad! Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Romance, FLUFF, Smut (18+ only please)''

All I Want for Christmas (ft. Yoongi)- @hayjeon ♾️Ω

''→ singledad, CEO!yoongi x secretary!reader→ 13k words''

ceo!yoongi- @jungshookz ♾️☻☼ ¶

''→ pairing: min yoongi x reader 

→ genre: ceo!au, clumsy!y/n because that’s always nice, jimin is ur best friend, floofy fluff, a touch of nsfw aka office sex

→ wordcount: 21k+ so u should probably read this using ur laptop and not ur phone''

first love | myg- @lavienjin ☻Ω

''synopsis: After an incredibly long day, Yoongi found you crying in the copy room. Though he doesn’t talk much, you’ve always found his presence comforting, and it didn’t surprise you when he stayed and listen to you vent. However, while you sought comfort in his embrace, he proposed a special offer to reduce your stress with the magic of his hands. The only catch to your arrangement? You couldn’t fall in love.

But wouldn’t you know it, just as your friendship deepens into something more, you find an old notebook sitting on his bookshelf, and in it, a collection of poems. The last entry has you reeling because it’s addressed to you. And in that page, a single line is written: Without you, I am nothing

pairing: yoongi x reader

wc: 11.3k

genre/rating/au: 18+ | fwb, coworkers, f2l au | smut, angst

warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, semi public sex, multiple smut scenes, multiple orgasms, oral (m. & f. receiving), masturbation, exhibition, lots of feelings. like a lot of feelings :(''

A Boy Like You | Yoongi- @cinnaminsvga ♾️¶

''→ summary: for whenever you are feeling low, always remember that there is a boy you know who would lift the sky for you.

{or alternatively: Min Yoongi loves you, though he never says it. He’s always been a firm believer in that actions speak louder than any words ever could.}

→ genre: coworker!au, f2l, fluff''

when the stars align- @itskimtaehyung ♾️Ω

''Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: FakeDating!AU with a hint of roommates (well actually more like apartment-mates but roommates is catchier), College!AU, fluff, angst

Word count: 10.5k

Content/Warnings: Mentions of heavy drinking, drug usage, strong language, but also cute things like adopting a dog together

Summary: With cuffing season approaching its end, you thought you had escaped the pressures of finding a boyfriend for the holidays. That is, until your friends set you up on a blind date that goes horribly wrong. This prompts you to enlist the help of your roommate, Yoongi, to fake a relationship so your friends will stop meddling in your love life. And it turns out Yoongi is a lot better at this romance thing than you originally thought…''

p.o.v | myg- @jtrbluv ♾️Ω

''summary: you were eight when you first met your soulmate. then you were eighteen when you realized that the boy who just got hired at the local record store next door, is also your soulmate. the issue at hand: you are the only one that knows.

pairing: yoongi x reader (fem)

genre: fluff, angst, soulmate!au, redstringoffate!au, college!au, high school!au

word count: 17.9k''

Yoongi is a Rock- @yoongsisbae ♾️Ω ¶

''rock!Yoongi x reader :D fluff a bit of angst a lot of silliness

Word Count 1.3k''

android!yoongi- @jungshookz♾️Ω☻☼ ¶

''→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: android!au becauSe for some reason android aus are popping up everywhere, the usual heaping serving of fluff and comedy, N S F W like reALLY nsfw i poPPED OFF this time i don’t know even know what happened,,, forgive me god for i have sinned, a n g s t, i definitely teared up a little writing this because i was listening to kim bum soo’s i miss you and it made me 100x more emo

→ trigger warnings: this does get a little intense! beware!! 

→ wordcount: 24k like that bruno mars song''

you’re so concerned about the ending that you don’t even know the plot- @joonsgalaxy ♾️☼

''° yoongi x reader x taehyung

° 1.9 k words ° fluff/humour

🌟 you bring your broken laptop to Tae—the IT specialist—who you have a crush on. you drag your bff Yoongi along with you, who—you’re certain—has a crush on Tae too. what a mess, right? well, the thing is, you never even considered the possibility of your assumptions being totally wrong.''

better place- @cupofteaguk ♾️

''summary: you might be in love with childhood best friend Min Yoongi, and he might be in love with you—and everyone seems to know it. except for the two of you.

pairing: yoongi x fem!reader

genre: hogwarts au, friends to lovers au | fluff

warnings: slow burn, alcohol consumption, truly lowkey an idiots to lovers au word count: 14k''

something to hold on to- @fantasybangtan ♾️Ω ¶

''❦ word count. 17.7k ❦ genre. parent fic, fluff, angst, a bit of boob action ❦ warnings. illness, mention of hospitalisation, mention of minor character death, yoongi is kind of a dick sometimes, accidental(?) flashing ❦ summary. it’s not that you don’t like your job. on the contrary, reading bedtime stories to a certified little princess is something you still can’t believe you get paid to do. it’s just that between all the school runs, snow days and secret second hot chocolates before bed, you may fallen a little too hard for those dimpled cheeks and gummy smiles…. worse still, you’ve fallen for her father too.''

the proposal- @dreamescapeswriting ♾️Ω☻

''WORD COUNT: 35K (No its not missing a decimal point)

PAIRING: CEO!Yoongi x Assistant!Reader

GENRE: Smut, enemies to lovers, CEO x Assistant, fake marriage, angst, movie inspired, slow burn''

basketballcaptain!yoongi- @jungshookz ♾️☻☼ ¶

''→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: basketball captain x water girl, cheesy cheesy stuff, the FLUFFIEST fluff, jungoo is an idiot, humour, nSFW = smut, cocky yoongi, spoiler alert yoongi does a body shot off of u it just be like that sometimes

→ wordcount: 18.4k this will definitely make the app crash as per usual don’t come for me''

Hug-o-gram- @cinnaminsvga ♾️☼ ¶

''→ summary: 

“This is probably the dumbest idea you’ve ever had,” Yoongi hisses, but it’s kind of hard for Seokjin to take him seriously when he’s wearing a cardboard sign around his neck that says ‘Huggie Wuggie Machine!’ in bubble font. 

“Like, even worse than when we DIY’d your car into a convertible by sawing the top off?” Seokjin asks, genuinely curious. 

“Worse,” Yoongi admits, trying his best to stay out of your line of sight. His cheeks redden, matching the gaudy pink kitten ears he was forced into wearing.

{or alternatively: Seokjin is a terrible wingman. He also runs a profitable business by sending hugs to people’s crushes for a fee. Mix them together and you have a recipe for Min Yoongi’s worst nightmare.}

→ genre: college!au, hugging booth!au,fluff, humor → warnings: yoongi is so smitten that he’s a walking disaster, so much shy!yoongi to the point where you’ll want to scream, seokjin just tryna get his homie some y/n love coochie bro ;o; → words: 13.3K''

I Wanna Hold Your Hand- @minisugakoobies ♾️

''Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, fluff, Roommates!AU

Rating: T

Warnings: pining, a lil’ smooching, Yoongi is very persuasive, reader is easily duped, it’s as fluffy as freshly fallen snow

Word Count: 1.4K

Disclaimers: None, other than obviously I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me

Summary: It’s hand-holding season, according to your roommate.''

subtle- @joonary ♾️Ω

''↳ summary: just another memory added to the long list of drunk memories that you’ll forget but wish you’d remember, while yoongi will remember but wish he could forget. 

↳ genre: fluff; light angst; friends (?) to lovers (?); min yoongi x reader

↳ rating: pg-13

↳ warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, and yoongi’s soft spots being exposed to the light of day. yknow, just another joonary fic.

↳ word count: 3.5k''

Hobi's Girl- @jjungkookislife Ω☻

''↬ pairing: f. reader x Hoseok, f. reader x Yoongi

↬ genre: smut [18+], angst

↬ summary: Yoongi had a wonderful night with you… but you’re Hobi’s girl.

↬ wc: 4.8k''

The King Isn’t Dead- @another-army-spot ♾️Ω☻

''Pairing: Yoongi x oc (fem)

Rating:  M

Word: 19.7k~ (my finger slipped?)

Genre:  historical fic, smut, romance, fluff, angst, political upheaval shit

Summary:  After the invasion and the King’s miraculous survival, the nation aims to secure stability and his position of power through the prospect of marriage and continuing the Min line.  As a promise to your brother on the battlefield, the King promises to consider you as his potential wife - to love and to protect.  Or maybe it’ll be the other way around?''

the landlord- @ppersonna ☻

''↳ summary- your air conditioner breaks right at the height of a recordbreaking heat wave.  good thing your hot landlord, yoongi, knows how to attend to any needs you may have.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 4.3k

↳ pairing- yoongi x reader

↳ genre- smut, light crack, PWP''

CYBERSEX- @gimmethatagustd ♾️☻☼

''The whole point of being a phone sex hotline operator is that you’ll never have to meet your clients. So what are you supposed to do when you find out your favorite client is your brother’s best friend? 

» pairing: yoongi x fem!reader 

» wc/date: 14.6k | July 2022

» genre: BTS | 18+ | brother’s best friend | smut | fluff | humor

» warnings: alcohol | blowjob | car sex | creampie | dirty talk | fingering | masturbation | pet names | phone sex | pussy slapping | sex work | unprotected vaginal sex''

Jung Hoseok

hot rod- @kinktae ♾️☻

''a 1950′s inspired fic where greaser Hoseok can’t keep his eyes, or hands, off the new waitress at his and his boys’ favorite diner.

pairing: greaser!hoseok x reader

word count: 10k

genre: 1950s au, smut, fluff''

Kim Namjoon

The Bodyguard- @rmnamjoons ♾️☻Ω

''➳ summary: You’re the daughter of the ambassador to a small, peaceful, barely-on-the-map country in Western Europe, working as a diplomat to help your mother with her endless meetings and politics. After a kidnapping attempt gone wrong, you and your protective bodyguard Namjoon are on the run across Europe, jumping from trains, stealing cars, and pretending to be a couple on your honeymoon to stay hidden. As the would-be kidnappers close in, Namjoon promises you that he’s going to keep you safe, no matter the cost.

➳ pairing: bodyguard!Namjoon x reader

➳ genre: bodyguard au, romance, smut, fake dating/fake marriage, road trip (kinda), very slight angst

➳ word count: 62.9k – this is a complete, VERY long oneshot''

Show Me How- @imaginationofacrazyfangirl ☻ ¶

''Summary:You swiped right on a nerd, instead you got a Greek God. Or tired of your virginity, you decide to throw caution to the wind and find a hook up on tinder.

— PAIRING: Namjoon x f!reader

— GENRE: smut. 18+ minors dni.''

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our beloved summer | jjk (06)

You made a vow to hate Jeon Jungkook ever since he packed up and left you without a single explanation, but when he shows up at your door after years of radio silence, it turns out that maybe your resolve isn’t as strong as you thought.

pairing: producer!jungkook x songwriter!reader

genre/warnings: exes au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, swearing, kissing (omg k1ss1ng omg WHO IS IT ??? 😦), tbh this is the only warning i wanted u guys to read cuz 6 chapters in and we finally get sum action i feel like that's a win lmaooooo, jimin being Real as fook, unbeta'd cuz uhm i'm a godless menace who should be conked on the head, once again we are severely lacking jk in his own fic lol i'm owning up to this 🤗 BUT! this is probably the last chapter where jk feels like a side character lol apologies my dudes

rating: PG-13

word count: 8.1k (honestly i wrote obs6 just so i could get to obs7 lmao that's why it's a lil bit shorter)

note: my apologies if this sucks. you are legally allowed to stone me if you hate it. but i hope you don't hate it. but if you do hate it don't tell me just stone me lol 🤐 why am i so unhinged with this update

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I can see you starin', honey Like he's just your understudy Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me

Exile - Taylor Swift (ft. Bon Iver)

The picture is fucking terrible.

“Jimin, what the fuck,” you grumble, staring at the huge framed photo on the wall, taken on the day of the opening party. You, Taehyung and Jimin are gathered on the floor of the dance studio, with boxes of takeout neatly sitting between the three of you. “I look like ass.”

Jimin barely glances at the wall, just continues to stuff his face with the dumplings that you ordered. “You look fine,” he says absentmindedly, mouth full, continuing to munch on the food despite your little dilemma.

“Bitch, I have my eyes closed.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“I look like I’m in the middle of a sneeze.” You cross your arms in front of your chest, squinting at your photographed self again. The more you look at it, the more irritated you become.

Realistically, you know nobody would pay enough attention to notice the immortalized visual of your fluttering eyes, and you yourself wouldn’t care about it that much. Maybe you would even laugh in good spirits and poke fun at yourself as you often do. Make a meme of it for the group chat.

“What’s the big deal?” Jimin asks.

You shrug petulantly. “I told you. I look like ass.”

Yeah, true, but it’s also more than that.

It’s the fact that the person standing next to you looks so good that you must voice your grievances. It’s the fact that he looks so much more than just good. 

The guys stop eating to look at you. You wonder just how much of what you’re feeling is written all over your face. Regardless, they don’t comment on it. 

One of them clears his throat, shaking the whole thing off.

“Did you tell Yoongi anything yet?” Jimin asks.

You poke at a lone dumpling with your chopsticks, popping the ‘p’ when you say, “Nope.”

“Damn, Y/N,” Jimin scolds you. “It’s been three weeks. He doesn’t want to push you for an answer but the man has got to be suffering.”

You flick a piece of spring onion garnish at him. It lands on his hair, a single bit of green sitting among golden locks. “I don’t know what to tell him!”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Jimin shakes the onion piece from his head and chucks it back at you. “Obviously you say yes!”

You exhale through your nose, then take a bite of your dumpling. You nibble on the fried dough, stretching out the silence, delaying your response.

It hasn’t even started, and it might not even start. But you’re already thinking about all the things that could go wrong. Yoong is your friend, first and foremost. He’s a good friend, and you would be crushed if you lose that relationship. 

What if he hurts you, or you hurt him?

Sometimes, people are meant to hurt each other even if they don’t mean to.

Yoongi hasn’t seen your pieces in all of their jagged glory, how they’re only meant to reflect the light but never be healed by it. He’s still blissfully unaware of the ugly thoughts that have a home inside your head, and you’re afraid if you let him in, he’d realize it’s a place he doesn’t want to be. It’s hard to love a broken thing. You wouldn’t want to love you either.

Maybe this is the real reason that’s been holding you back all this time. Maybe it isn’t Jungkook - though he certainly isn’t absolved - but it’s you, and how you just don’t know if you’re someone who deserves to love and be loved. You’ve felt inadequate more times than you can count. You’ve been left before. Who’s to say it isn’t going to happen again?

You’re well aware that this is a bad way to look at things, but can anyone really blame you? You still have a heart, and despite how fragmented it is, you still want to protect it.

“I know that look,” Taehyung says, parting your fog and pulling you back to him. “You’re overthinking again.”

You roll your eyes. He knows you so well, but does he have to call you out every time?

“I’m not overthinking. I’m regular thinking.”

“Right. And to normal people, that’s overthinking.”

“It’s just…” you wonder out loud, gaze on the floor. “What if I go all in, and Yoongi sees me for who I am and thinks that I’m just an utterly sad person who can’t be loved? That I’m too much work when he’s got literally thousands of people throwing themselves at him left and right?”

Taehyung stares at the side of your face as he bites the inside of his cheek. His tongue soothes the spot, his jaw clenching once. “He’s not going to think that.”

“You don’t know that,” you say, the corners of your mouth tugging down.

“You’re not unlovable just because one person didn’t love you right. So stop it with that bullshit, because I love you,” he says, voice serious. Even Jimin stays silent as he listens to his friend, his eyes flickering between you and Taehyung. “And Jimin loves you. Hobi loves you.”

You merely blink, because you hate it when he’s right. In all fairness, you understand. This is the same thing you would tell him if the situation were reversed.

You deflect anyway. That’s what you do best.

“You don’t count,” you tell him with an unserious scoff, your tone starkly contrasting his. “You’re my family.”

You taste something bitter as soon as the words leave your mouth. You should know better than anyone, that just because someone’s your family, doesn’t mean they have to love you.

Taehyung reenacts the blinking guy meme before chuckling, holding a hand over his chest like you’ve just wounded him. “Ouch.”

“You two are getting nowhere,” Jimin interjects. “Just call Yoongi.”

“And say what?” you ask.

“I told you. Say yes. God, you’re so dense sometimes.”

You reach over to jab a finger into his side, making him hiss and shuffle away from you.

“That wasn’t nice,” you grumble.

“Well, somebody’s gotta say it.” He gives you a look, eyebrows raised for a few seconds before he lowers them and grows more stern. “Come on, Y/N. You know you don’t want to say no, or else you would’ve turned him down already. You said you wanted to start dating again. Yoongi is practically on his knees offering himself to you. What are you waiting for?”

There’s a voice in the back of your head - tiny, barely audible - that whispers, Who are you waiting for?

“Fuck it, I’ll say it,” Jimin continues. “It sucks balls that Jungkook hurt you, but you can’t let that affect you for the rest of your life. Not everyone is going to hurt you. You’re not even giving Yoongi a chance just because someone else did you dirty. If you keep always thinking about the worst possible outcome and banking on it to happen, then you’re never going to get anywhere. I love you, dude, but y’know.”

You stare at Jimin with your mouth slightly open, stunned into silence. When you glance at Taehyung, he’s surprised too, though probably not as much as you.

After a couple of minutes, you say, “Wow.”

“Tough love. I have my moments.” Jimin shrugs casually, like he didn’t just drop a truth bomb on your head. “But also…” He picks his phone up and types something in. Your phone instantly buzzes with a notification.

“Open the link I just sent you,” he says.

“You are literally sitting across from me.”

“Just open it! I made you a playlist.”

“Aw, Jimin, that’s so cute,” you coo softly, reaching over to pinch his cheek before he swats your hand away. You unlock your phone to see what Jimin made you, because that is some friendship hall of fame stuff right there. However, when the link redirects you to your music app, your smile immediately drops.

Aaand he’s back.

You stare at the screen for a good ten seconds to try and find your bearings, flabbergasted at something that is quite honestly very on-brand for Jimin if you think about it. “You made me a playlist called Dick Appointment with an eggplant emoji and the tongue out emoji and it’s mostly just Yoongi’s songs. Even the playlist cover is from his Valentino shoot.”

“So you can get it on while Agust D plays in the background!” Jimin grins, and you could just smack it right off his face.

“Park Jimin, who raised you? You are vile.”

“Validate me,” he demands. Oh, you would smack him. You really would. “I spent hours making that playlist.”

“It’s literally just Yoongi’s songs.”

“Yeah, but I had to curate an experience. I can’t just dump every song into a playlist and call it a day. I gotta make sure they fit the vibe.”

“I literally just heard the most profound shit from you not even two minutes ago.” Then, you turn to Taehyung with an exasperated look on your face. “Why would you let him do this?”

He just waves a dismissive hand in the air, like Jimin isn’t even there. “I’m not responsible for the stupid shit he does.”

Jimin crosses his arms in front of his chest, both eyebrows raised dramatically as he gapes at you. “You both suck. From now on, you can make your own sexytime playlists.”

“Nobody even asked you to do that!” you cry.

“Yeah! Which makes me an even more considerate friend,” he says. “Ugh. Whatever. Go call Yoongi.”

“You want me to do it now?”

“Yes. Because I know you’ll wuss out when you’re alone. You can stay and put him on speakers for us to hear or you can go out into the hallway. Come on, chop chop.”

“No, I have to text him first,” you protest. “What if he’s busy?”

Jimin narrows his eyes at you suspiciously, but allows you this after a moment. “Fine.”

You take out your phone from your bag that’s lying carelessly on the floor to draft a quick message to Yoongi. 

[12:59] You: got a minute?

The three of you go back to the food, abandoning the previous topic of conversation in favor of something lighter and meaningless or else you would go crazy waiting for Yoongi’s reply. After you’re finished, you and Taehyung are in the middle of putting away all the empty containers and soda cans when your phone buzzes again. 

You go to grab it to look at the notification, hands already starting to sweat.

[13:17] Yoongi: for you? always :)

You turn back to the guys to find them already looking at you. Jimin wiggles his eyebrows suggestively while Taehyung just stares at you.

“Time to get your whore on,” Jimin says in an exaggeratedly sultry voice.

You turn to Taehyung for help. “He’s bullying me.”

“Ignore him,” your best friend tells you gently. “Go call Yoongi.”

When you take your phone out into the hallway, you make sure to go to the far end of it, near the main entrance so the two dorks can’t eavesdrop. You’ll tell them everything once you come back anyway, but you don’t want them within earshot while you’re in the middle of it.

Yoongi picks up your call on the third ring. In the background, your ear picks up on some chatter.

“Hey, princess,” he greets you. Then he holds the phone away from his ear to tell someone that he’d be back in a bit.

“Hey,” you say. “Where are you?”

“Just at a fitting. I have an ad campaign to film next week,” he answers. “Did you call just to get my whereabouts?”

“No, I… If you’re busy, we can talk later.”

“We’re still in the middle of lunch break anyway. What did you want to talk about?”

You briefly regret not taking a minute to psych yourself up before. You suck in a deep breath, which eases your nerves for just a second, long enough for you to say, “Yes.”

You’re met with brief silence from the other end of the line, which only makes your palms more clammy than they already are.

“Yes?” he echoes confusedly. “Yes what?”

“Yes,” you say again. “To…”

The silence commences once more, and lasts longer than you think you can handle. Then, you hear him stop in the middle of a breath.

“Oh.” A subsequent chuckle in response to the lightbulb that must’ve been switched on. “To that?”

“...Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

It feels like you two have invented a secret language that nobody else could understand. A single syllable, bouncing off the metaphorical walls of your conversation. Two idiots sharing the same brain cell.

“Yes?” he continues to prod, but at this point, you know he’s just teasing you.

“Yes! God, stop making me say it again. We sound so stupid.”

He graces you with a hearty laugh that makes you fight back a sheepish smile, even though there isn’t a single soul in sight to witness it. Yoongi makes you so fucking shy for some reason. Your nerves dissolve momentarily as you lean against the wall, your index finger running along a crack in the paint.

“Hmm, I wish you would’ve told me this in person,” he says, his voice soft.

“I can’t handle you in person. You’d tease me so much.”

“Because you’re adorable when you’re flustered, that’s why.” He waits a second before adding, “You’re blushing right now, aren’t you?”

“You’re being overly confident, Min.”

“Maybe,” he responds easily. “But am I right, though?”

“Shut up.”

When Yoongi said he would cook for you, you almost gasped.

“You can cook?” you had asked. It wasn’t an earth-shattering revelation or anything, but you suppose you’d never given much thought to the hidden sides of him. 

“Y/N,” he laughed then. “I’m a great cook. I could probably make a pretty decent career out of being a chef.”

“I didn’t know that,” you told him sheepishly.

“There’s a lot of things you still need to know about me.” It sounded like a promise. Like I’m willing to show you me. Like I’m willing to take the first step if you’d be in this with me too. “Does that sound like a good idea? You, me, dinner at your place?”

“My place?”

“Yeah, so you’ll be more comfortable. I’ll come over.”

This one simple gesture shouldn’t affect you that much, but it does. You appreciate that he’s considerate even when it comes to the littlest things. You swell with gratitude for the thought he puts into this, into putting your comfort first. It made you feel a bit better about yourself, calmed your stormy sea of thoughts enough to rationally accept the fact that he genuinely cares.

Regardless, it doesn’t stop you from spending most of the day obsessively cleaning your apartment. Even - and especially - your bedroom, although you’re sure that is not where the night will end. Every surface is spotless, not a single speck of dust to be found. It’s like the goddamn Pope is coming over for a house inspection. 

You haven’t had a first date in… fuck, how long has it been now? Nine years? It’s almost been a fucking decade already? You honestly can’t tell if that’s embarrassing or not.

But you remember the last time.

College, freshman year, with Jungkook. His yellow piece of sticky note that he slipped inside your favorite book. His adorably flustered expression when he timidly stood in front of you in the campus library. The way he was trying so hard to be confident and charming throughout your first dinner together. How he ran back to you after saying goodnight.

No.

You shut your eyes and shake your head, warding off any Jungkook-related thoughts before they could send you spiraling. You can’t reminisce about your ex while waiting for someone else to show. Yoongi deserves better, and that’s what you’re trying to be.

You’re not exactly sure how nice you should dress tonight. Yoongi told you that you could be clad in sweats for all he cares. If the dinner didn’t hold any connotation other than platonic, maybe you would’ve really donned your loungewear like you were merely having Taehyung and Jimin over for pizza.

You’d completely forgotten all the things people worry about in the early stages of dating, when you want to impress the other person but don’t want them to think that you’re trying too hard. 

Calm down. It’s just Yoongi. He’s seen you ugly crying with mascara running down your face, for fuck’s sake.

In the end, you opt for a sweater and a comfortable skirt. Casual. 

Yoongi rings your doorbell about ten minutes later than when he said he’d be there, holding a bag full of groceries. The visual alone makes you bite back a giggle and subsequently fail. You believe this is what people would call husband material.

You take his coat and guide him into your home. “Welcome to my humble abode,” you say shyly, gesturing around as you lead him into the kitchen to show him where everything is. Why are you acting like this? This isn’t you. If Taehyung or Jimin could see you right now, they would probably laugh. Hoseok would straight up be rolling on the floor.

You barely breathe as you watch Yoongi take in his surroundings. It’s intimidating, even though you know it’s just Yoongi. 

“I actually don’t know what I expected, but I like it. It’s very you,” he comments, smiling.

“What does that mean?”

“It means that it’s cute,” he says, throwing you a wink as he leans against your kitchen counter.

You avert your gaze immediately. “Oh… Thanks,” you reply, fiddling with the hem of your sweater. “So, uhm, what are you making? How can I help?”

“Just sit down. I got this.”

“Yoongi,” you say his name in protest. “I want to h-”

“I’m trying to romance you here. Let me do that,” Yoongi says, his smile turning lopsided as he starts emptying the contents of his grocery bags. Even though his tone is light, the gentle reminder of tonight being a date shuts you right up.

You take a seat at your dining table, though you can’t really sit still. As Yoongi starts working, you absentmindedly talk to each other about your day, about his campaign, about Seokjin’s album. At one point, you get up to creep over to his side when the smell of whatever he’s making becomes more prominent. You try to peek at the pot, curious, but he just shoos you away by bumping his hip against yours.

When you give him a small pout, you pretend not to notice the way his eyes dart to your mouth. You retract yourself from his personal space, choosing a spot on the other side of your kitchen island, staring at his back as he works.

You watch him expertly navigate your kitchen like he’s been here before. When he’s finished, he makes you sit down, not even letting you help bring the food to the table.

“What is it?” you ask once he’s settled in his seat, everything plated in front of you.

“Kimchi jjigae,” he says, a proud look on his face. “My mom’s recipe.”

It’s endearing, and it makes you smile.

For the most part, Yoongi lets you eat in peace, though there’s still a couple of flirtatious comments here and there. Every time it comes, you bite down on your bottom lip to try and snap out of that daze before you cough, as if that would help tone down the colors adorning your face. There’s no verbal response from you, and it seems like Yoongi doesn’t expect one either, because he just chuckles. You think he must notice the palpable nervousness that radiates off of you, but it’s not like you’re doing a very good job at hiding it.

You’re taking baby steps and he knows it. The fact that you even agreed to this at all is already major progress.

When you’re done eating, he clears the table while he asks you to open the expensive bottle of wine that he brought over. It does wonders for your nerves.

Three glasses in and you’re visibly more relaxed as you both sit on the couch in the living room, facing each other. There’s a small smile on your face that you can’t help, maybe it’s some of your inhibitions wearing off as a side effect of the alcohol. 

You glance around the room, and you take in the sight of Yoongi sitting here, this close to you. He feels bigger than your small world can handle.

“You know,” you start. If the wine didn’t make you more mellow, you probably wouldn’t be saying this. “There are thousands of people thirsting over you every day.”

Yoongi tilts his head, swirling the wine in his glass. “Really?”

“Don’t you look at the internet? I personally know two girls from college who are on the Yoongi Marry Me train,” you say matter-of-factly, like you aren’t borderline tipsy in front of him.

You aren’t an avid Twitter user, but every time you check the damn bird app, Yoongi is almost always trending. In every single one of his posts on social media, there is always an influx of comments asking him to marry them. Not only that, when word first got out about you collaborating with Agust D back then, people you knew - both old friends and acquaintances - practically bombarded your messages to see if it was true, and to ask if you could get them an autograph.

Yoongi stretches out his legs until they brush against yours. Your stomach flips even though it’s only your legs that are barely touching.

“The what train?”

“You seriously don’t know about the Yoongi Marry Me movement? Look it up. It’s a whole thing. People would do anything to, I don’t know, hold your hand or something.”

With an amused look on his face, he holds your gaze. “Would you?”

“What?”

“Would you do all of that just to hold my hand? Because you don’t have to, y’know.” He brings the wine glass to his lips, partially hiding his face from you, and you don’t know whether he’s doing it for your sake or his in preparation for the words he speaks next. “But I would do it to hold yours.”

You’re sure that your cheeks are burning bright, your stomach twisted in knots. It’s the wine, but it’s definitely the effect of his words too. You stare at Yoongi in surprise; no matter how many times he openly flirts with you, he’d still elicit the same reaction from you. It’ll be hard to get used to it. He just always seems to know what to say to make you blush like a schoolgirl, which you resent but you can’t deny the sparks of excitement that make your fingertips tingle.

Yoongi is smooth, and it’s even worse - or is it better? You haven’t decided yet - that you know he means every word he says. It makes you feel… wanted. It’s good to know that he’s being genuine, and to know that Yoongi isn’t the type of person who would ever pull the rug out from under you.

Yoongi is… stable.

You suppose, after everything you’ve been through, that stability is what you need. It’s good for you.

You try to swerve around the thoughts, to avoid them at all costs, but deep down you know now that they’re glaringly true.

That love is stored in two bags of groceries, so filled to the brim that some onions almost fall out. Love is stored in every flick of his wrist holding a knife, slicing the sharp blade across your cutboard. Clean cuts, yet he’s never this way when it comes to you.

Love is stored in a fond smile and adoring eyes when he sees how you cradle your expensive dishware like it’s a newborn baby before you set it carefully on the table.

Love is stored in a Yoongi-shaped silhouette, dancing over your countertops with practiced precision in every movement, filling in the cracks of your home. The love in him is reserved because you, like a moon crescented, still have a ways to go.

When he stands at your door an hour later with his coat in hand, you wait for him to speak first.

“Performance review?” he asks. “How did I do?”

“I… liked it. It was nice,” you say honestly. But you still feel the wine in your system, and it makes you bold enough to tease him for a change. “But it was my first date in a while, so it’s hard to tell if that opinion is objective.”

He rolls his eyes fondly. “Do I qualify for a second date then?”

You hum in thought, making him wait on purpose. “Yeah, I guess,” you say, feigning nonchalance, which earns you a hearty laugh.

“What are you doing tomorrow night?” he asks, hopeful.

“Don’t know yet,” you answer, though you’ll probably end up going home and catching up on a kdrama. “Are you coming in tomorrow?”

“Just in the morning. I have a shoot in the afternoon.” He shifts to lean his weight on his other leg, tipping his body closer to you. “But I can pick you up after.”

“Yeah? And where would we go?”

Yoongi shrugs in earnest. “Just drive around? Grab a bite?” he thinks out loud, tilting his head slightly to one side for emphasis. “I could take you to that popup store you mentioned.”

You quirk an eyebrow. “You would stand in line with me to buy a novelty mug?”

“Pretty sure we wouldn’t have to stand in line if I gave them a call,” he says, grinning. “One of the perks of the job, y’know.”

“Must be nice,” you laugh, then shift to lean just a tad closer to him. You look at him for a brief moment before you agree, “Yeah, okay.”

You and Yoongi stand there at the door, each of you on either side of the threshold. This would be an appropriate moment for a kiss, you think. That explosive first kiss, if this were a movie. Exhilaration courses through your veins. You feel it from your head to the tips of your fingers to your toes. The feeling is rendering you a mere teenager again. 

It’s exciting because it’s new. You have the entire book ahead of you, waiting to be written. At this point, anything could happen. You’re a blank canvas waiting to be drawn, a blank page hoping to be written. 

Wait.

Back up.

A kiss?

A kiss?!

With Yoongi?

You’re thinking about kissing Yoongi?!

Fuck.

Fuck?!

It’s the wine.

Your thoughts knock against each other like bumper cars, echoing loudly in your brain that it almost gives you a headache.

You stay still as Yoongi leans down, your heart racing while your brain just keyboard-smashes. You can’t tell if you want him to kiss you or not, but when he only presses his lips against your cheek, you feel two emotions at once.

The first is disappointment, the second is relief. They press down on you with almost equal force, and you’re not really sure which one weighs heavier.

Baby steps.

You blink when he pulls away, and he just smiles fondly at you as if he can read your mind.

“Goodnight, princess.”

You watch him until he’s in the elevator, until the doors close and the lift descends. Even when you know that he must be on his way to his car and that someone else is making their way up, you stand there, with your hand loosely wrapped around the door handle, your breathing slightly erratic as you process what just happened. 

Déjà vu? 

It’s oddly reminiscent.

You’ve been here before.

Part of you thinks he’ll burst through the elevator doors, or rush up the stairs if the lift is occupied, and come back to grab your face and kiss you senseless.

He doesn’t.

Jungkook knows you’re probably waiting for Yoongi.

He’s seen Yoongi pick you up after work almost daily over the past couple of weeks, and it’s driving him insane. Even on the days that Yoongi comes to the studio during the day, the guy is all over you, so much so that he doesn’t even bother being a nuisance to Jungkook anymore, which just makes him a thousand times more insufferable.

Something is happening.

He can’t weasel shit out of Jimin anymore because Jimin has been especially tight-lipped after accidentally spilling Yoongi’s confession to you.

Because that should be him in Yoongi’s place. Or should he say his place, and Yoongi is just a placeholder. An imposter.

Because it used to be him that you smiled shyly at.

Jimin’s words have been plaguing his every waking hour since he was forced to hear them. If she wants to choose Yoongi, let her do that too. It feels like he’s rewinding all of your memories, retracing them with cautious fingers only to find that his every footstep is being erased to make room for someone else.

An abandoned dirt road, while you walk down a flower-filled path holding someone else’s hand.

Like you’re stamping him out.

Like he was never there at all.

Not only are you denying him a chance, you’re giving it to someone else. When he tries to move at someone else’s pace, all he gets is left behind.

It’s not about Yoongi; or at least, it’s not just about him. Yoongi doesn’t even really matter to Jungkook in this equation. It’s about what Yoongi represents. An idea of a person that Jungkook can never be.

A bigger life. A stable present and an even brighter future. Yoongi is everything better than him.

And that’s his own problem to deal with, not anyone else’s. At the end of the day, no one has to live with his insecurities but himself.

But still, he can’t help it. Whenever he sees you with Yoongi, his eyes burn. Please don’t let him take my place, he wishes every time, you’re the only good thing about me.

It’s jealousy, sure, of course it’s there. 

But what if you realize what everyone else already knows? That Yoongi is better in every single way. That Yoongi is the person who really deserves you.

What if you start to see Jungkook the way he sees himself?

You hating him - despising him with every cell in your body - is a thousand times better than you deeming him unworthy.

“I talked to Jihyo,” he speaks up suddenly, when it’s only the two of you.

“Okay,” you answer, never taking your eyes off the page in front of you. You must have circled the words daisy a thousand times already, wracking your brain for anything that rhymes. “I don’t know why you’re telling me this, but good for you.”

At this point, you wonder if you should just avoid the studio for the time being. It’s empty here again. You resent Seokjin for drowning in concept photos. You resent Namjoon for leaving Jungkook here to fend for himself, but it’s only fair, because Namjoon was only supposed to give him a helping hand, not take over the whole thing. You even resent Yoongi a bit, for not being here right this second.

“I talked to her,” Jungkook says again, ignoring your sass. “She won’t give you a hard time anymore.”

This makes you look at him. You never asked him to do this. You never asked him to do anything. In fact, you have only ever implored him to sit still and leave things alone.

“She never gave me a hard time,” you say. Sure, you don’t appreciate being given the death glare first thing in the morning, but it’s not something that you can’t ignore. It doesn’t actively affect you, and the only reason Jihyo does it is because of Jungkook.

Because he broke things off with her?

Because he gives you more attention?

Ugh. Attention?

This is the stupidest and most childish thing you have had to think about in ages.

“You said she acts differently toward you.”

“And aren’t you the reason why?” you counter. “Because you two were fucking?”

Jungkook visibly winces at your words, like he did when you mentioned it the first time in the break room. You don’t mean to be snarky; you’re just stating the facts. They were hooking up. 

You don’t harbor any ill will toward any of his past lovers, and that includes Jihyo. You know she doesn’t have anything against you either, at least not on a personal level because you don’t know each other well enough to do so. She’s just someone you pass by every day on your way to the elevator.

“So why did things end?” you ask just for the sake of it, since he was the one who brought it up. But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious.

He hesitates for a moment. “She wanted something more and it wasn’t the same for me.”

It’s stupid that the tiny voice in the back of your head resurfaces, hoping that you were the reason why he couldn’t pursue things with another woman.

Jihyo isn’t you, that much is clear. You never asked for anything more from him, not once from start to finish. He was always the first one to pour love into you. It’s arguable which one of you loved the other more - maybe you loved each other equally, just in different ways - but it was a fact that Jungkook always took the initiative. He made the first move so you wouldn’t have to. He gave you the option to match his affection, and never have to worry about being left out to dry.

He took initiative, right until the very end.

You bite your bottom lip, then give him a curt response, “Okay.”

Your phone vibrates with a text from Yoongi but you don’t open it just yet. You look at Jungkook, who only looks back at you. His lips part slightly as he searches for the right words, or any word at all. It’s like you’re asking him to navigate a minefield when all he has to do is be honest. Even if he told you that he fell out of love with you, it wouldn’t be that bad. You would be hurt, yes, but you wouldn’t blame him. You would understand. It would be a reason.

Silence fills the room, save for the continuous tapping of your pen on paper.

He says your name, pleading. “I’m trying here.”

At Jimin’s party, Jungkook said you were someone important to him. You don’t doubt that he meant it, and that’s what infuriates you the most. You’re important, but he keeps running circles around you and making your head spin. You’re important, but everything he’s done makes you think that you’re the opposite. You’re important, just not important enough to get an explanation.

You know he’s genuine about everything he says, but that’s not enough. You can’t sustain yourself on just his words alone.

It’s another cycle of the same conversation, running over and over and over again. He’s reaching out but he’s holding back. You’re still getting nowhere. You don’t know how many times he has to make you ask this, only to not give you any clarity at all.

If there is a trait of Jungkook’s that you both love and hate at the same time, it is that he doesn’t know when to quit.

He texts you every day even when you don’t reply - one for good morning, and one for goodnight. He gets you a chai latte every day, which doesn’t do shit for your concentration because there’s not enough caffeine in it. He gets the door for you whenever you go into the same room together. He hounds your every waking moment. He makes sure that he’s the first thing you see when you wake up, and the last thought that crosses your mind before you go to sleep.

I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.

You suppose this is him, showing up again. In a lot of ways, it’s selfish. But it’s an effort too. Now your phone is full of meaningless messages that remain unread.

You barely glance at him. It’s routine at this point. He tries in ways that you don’t bother acknowledging anymore, because you figured that the best course of action is to let him wear himself out.  When he has had enough of it, when he deems his efforts to be enough to absolve his guilt, he’ll stop. He has to.

But at what point does it stop?

At what point will you stop wanting to give in to him? Your mind rages wars with itself every time you feel his eyes on you, and you have to kill the urge to not turn your head and look at him too. At what point will you stop wanting to go to him and let him in again? At what point will you stop unconsciously making him a priority?

All of this, you supposed, is to say: Do you still love him?

You know that if you sit down and get to the root of it, you’ll find an answer you don’t like. Even in this moment, you want him to tell you just a fraction of the truth, because that would probably be enough to reel you back in.

Your own heart claws at your chest but this is how it has to be for a while. All you can do is take it one day at a time, gently nudge your heart in one direction like a child that needs to be goaded, until he doesn’t live on the forefront of your mind anymore.

Until someone else does.

“No, you’re not.” You stand up then, closing your notebook with more force than necessary. “If you’re really trying, then I wouldn’t still be wondering why I wasn’t enough to make you stay.”

Even then, you’re still hoping that he’d say something else. But when you’re only met with silence, the anticipated disappointment in you bubbles, boiling. His reluctance to clue you in makes it easier for you to decide.

There's someone else who's willing to give you things that you don't even need to ask for.

In your mind, it's clear who you should choose.

Jungkook clenches his teeth, holding his breath as he watches you shove your things into your bag. “Are you going home?” he asks after a minute.

You could say yes and let the conversation die a swift and simple death. But for some reason, you choose to kill it violently. You bite the inside of your cheek before you tell him, “I don’t know. Yoongi’s picking me up.”

The chagrinned look that takes over his features for a split second is one that you immediately catch. Maybe it’s because he wants to make sure you know how he feels about this, or maybe you still have a way of reading him somehow. Regardless of what his face tells you, he doesn’t prod any further.

Your phone vibrates on the table, the sound ten times more thunderous amidst the silence that’s befallen the both of you. You don’t need to check the screen to know who’s calling, and neither does he. When you leave, the sound of your fading footsteps ricochets off the walls. It shoots right through him.

He hears every word of that conversation ringing in his ears then. He recalls that afternoon’s sunset; it was the most beautiful sunset he saw that year, despite the sun overhead mocking him with every magnificent glint of light. He sees the look on your face when his words finally register in your mind, the Oh moment when you understood what he was saying, when the smile you wore sunk helplessly to the floor because even though you knew that love had an expiration date, you hoped your love would be the exception. 

That memory fades, only to be replaced by something much worse. He sits there with Jimin’s words, echoing in his mind, reverberating around the room.

Technically, you and Yoongi haven’t been on a second date. You think.

You’ve seen him almost every night since the dinner, when he picks you up at the studio. Sometimes, you two just drive around. Sometimes, you sit by the river in the cold, eating hot ramen cups and giggling over nothing. Sometimes, he just takes you straight to your home if he has a packed schedule the next day.

These days, you see Yoongi even more than you see Taehyung. Even though he hasn’t explicitly implied that any of these outings is a date, you know you aren’t hanging out as just friends anymore.

It feels good to be wanted. The feeling is reinforced tenfold because it’s been so long that it’s like you’re experiencing it for the first time in a new body, as a different person.

But even after all of that, you two can still go back to being friends like nothing ever happened. Because in a way, maybe nothing did happen. Maybe things have always been like this between you, the only difference is now you’re noticing the meaning behind his words and glances.

You two can still go back, because technically, no line has been crossed.

But tonight, something feels different. It’s colder, but Yoongi keeps you warm with all the looks he’s been giving you all night.

It feels like you’re both toeing that line right now. 

You know that once you cross it, things can’t revert back to the way they were anymore.

You know that it will happen eventually, because Yoongi isn’t doing this just to half-ass it. He won’t back out, and he has made it crystal clear from the start. 

Usually, this is the part where he tells you goodnight and you have to pretend not to freak out when he kisses you on the cheek in goodbye.

He takes a step closer, you take no step back. 

“You know what I’m about to do, right?”

You do. You could say you’re even hopeful.

“I might have an idea…”

“Okay,” he says easily. He takes your waist in his hands and brings you closer. The way the corner of his mouth tugs upward tells you that he’s pleased, that you know what’s about to come and you’re letting it happen. Still, he asks, “Can I?”

You nod. That glowing sensation washes over you in waves.

“Words, princess,” he reminds you. 

Your hands land on the lapel of his coat. “Yes, you can.”

He chuckles, and squeezes you a little tighter. 

Then it happens.

The line you clumsily drew in the sand has been erased.

Yoongi is kissing you.

You’re kissing him back. 

He’s soft and warm and he holds you like you’re delicate. His sincerity, you can feel it in his kiss, and it’s only a fraction of it. Regardless, there is still life that blooms this winter. Inside of you, small and fragile, but it’s there.

You sigh into his mouth, feeling completely limbless if not for him holding your body upright. One of his arms wounds itself tighter around your middle while his other hand tucks your hair behind your ear so he could cup your cheek more easily. Yoongi tilts his head further to one side to deepen the kiss. You feel something in his kiss that you have never heard in his words, something soft and pleading. Wanting but still contained. Out of fear that you might run away, perhaps? You can’t blame him though. You are a bit of a flight risk.

The wind dances past like a nosy bystander, pressing you further into him like it wants you to be more sure in the way you move, in how much of yourself you’re willing to give to him. Instead, the cold just makes you shiver.

When you break away, his hand on your face moves to hold the back of your head. Yoongi doesn’t look half as flushed as you think you do, though his cheeks are slightly rosy.

Through a thin veil of clouds, the moon still shines down on his profile. 

The chill in the air, the mesmerizing view of moonlight dancing across his features, and most of all, the way you’re still lost in the kiss, in the feeling of being wanted.

“C’mon, I’ll walk you up,” he says, after you stay silent for a beat too long, hooded eyes basking in the warmth of a heart chasing your own. You want to want him. You do want him, but there’s still something missing. It doesn’t feel entirely right, but for now, you try not to dwell on it too much. Just let it be. Maybe in time, that void will inevitably fill.

Yoongi holds your hand through the lobby and on the whole way up even if neither of you says anything, just shy glances in the elevator and bashful half-hidden smiles. You don’t invite him in once you get to your door - because an invite now insinuates something that you just aren’t ready for - but he does kiss you again. If the kiss you shared downstairs is a proper goodnight kiss, then this one means see you later and doesn’t last half as long, but it makes you tingle just the same.

He pulls back, only to dive in again, and again, and again, until one chaste kiss turns into five and you have to push him away with a giggle so you can breathe.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, eyes still set on your mouth. “Couldn’t help myself.”

“Yoongi,” you say, a little breathily, like oxygen hasn’t sufficiently made its way into your lungs since downstairs.

He rests his forehead against yours. “You’ve never said my name like that before,” he sighs.

“Like what?”

“Like you want me to kiss you again.”

You tug your bottom lip between your teeth and pretend to consider this even though you know you would like to be kissed again. “Maybe I do,” you say after a beat, bravely. “Just one more.”

He gives you your final kiss of the night then, one that lasts a second longer than the others, like he’s trying to memorize how you taste.

You head in once Yoongi is out of sight. You lean your body against the door the second you snap the lock shut. You touch your lips lightly, reliving those moments again even though they happened mere seconds ago. You’re buzzing with excitement like a schoolgirl, every feeling coursing through your body all at once. 

You’re familiar with this. It’s the stage right before every love song you listen to suddenly reminds you of that one person.

You go through your regular evening routine with a pep in your step, thanks to a certain date tonight. You take off your carefully applied makeup and take a nice, hot shower. You think the heat would help melt away the high that you’re riding - like you’ve had too much coffee to drink and now your senses are beyond heightened - but it doesn’t. Once you’re fresh and comfortable in your PJs, you still feel that jittery feeling seeping through your pores, keeping you awake. There’s a message from Yoongi that tells you he has made it home safely.

It’s still early, and you’re far too restless to go to bed. You decided to brew yourself a mug of chamomile tea, even though you don’t even like chamomile and you can’t remember why you even have it, but they say that apparently chamomile is good for sleep. You decide to take the mug into the living room to sort through your mini mountain of mail that should’ve been dealt with days ago.

Sitting underneath that pile of junk mail and letters addressed to the previous tenant even though you’ve lived here for nearly two years, is a cream-colored card addressed to you. The material feels smooth under your fingertips, like velvet if that’s even possible. Inside, there are two names - one you recognize and another you don’t - typed out in a fancy calligraphy font and encircled by pretty flowers, all pinks and whites and romantic.

The saccharine sensation associated with the thought of Yoongi dissipates instantly. Instead, your mind blanks, only to buzz to life again momentarily with a newfound sinking feeling dragging you down.

You suddenly realize that Jungkook hasn’t crossed your mind once tonight. Not until now. That crestfallen look in his eyes from the other night appears in your mind again, clear as day.

You are, quite literally, holding someone’s declaration of love and yet, it’s not joy that you feel, having been asked to join them on their special day. 

You never thought you would see Jungkook’s family again - even though you always adored his parents and you felt that they loved you too - let alone receive an invitation to his brother’s wedding.

remember when y'all said u wanted a wedding?? well u didn't say whose wedding 😌

— all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted march 27, 2023]

[missgeniality]

Hmm, hello!!

Maybe 24 and 25 for the fanfic end of the year ask game!!!

Nanaa thank you so much for sending this in! ♥

24. favorite fic you read this year

This is so difficult, I read so many fics 🧐 I would like to tag the authors instead cuz I was devouvering masterlists in no time: @bonvoyagenoona, @taegularities (ofc we're married), @kithtaehyung (ofc we demons), @jimilter, @yoonjinkooked, @littlemisskookie, @lavienjin, @avveh, @miscelunaaa, @minyfic, @7deadlysinsfics, @whatifyoulivelikethat and YOU. I am in the process of getting my shit together and you best believe I'm screaming you ear off about home is where you are and you wont even know what hit you bb

I'm sure I'm missing so many people rn, but I just ran through my latest review queue and here we are hehe <3

25. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

When I first entered Tumblr the two fics that caught me by my balls were @kinktae's Bitchin' and @curly-bangtan's Heatwave, and working my way through this hellsite I found @dark-muse-iris 's Transference and @sugaurora's Éffleurer - and I was cemented in this site till death do us apart.

I know this has not QUITE answered the questions but honestly I can't pick ONE fav fic and ONE rec LOL it's just so hard having all this talent on this website 😩

Thank you so much for sending me this ask luv! 💛

EDIT: Changed a link because I got the author wrong, sorry about that!

Send me a question from fanfic end of the year asks!

[94ishlove]

Photo Tag Game 📸

Post your lock screen, home screen, last song and last photo taken.

I was tagged by @still-with-koo! Thank you so much darling! 💕

The last photo I took was from part of my home; I'm a bit of a fan of vintage things lol

Tagging: @kimchokejin @namjoonsmissingairpods @cosyserendipity @pinkbeanjin @hopeonthestreets and @hobipost! Feel free to ignore, of course!

[taechnological]

sae why are people trying to jump to conclusions about jk's tattoos... like can't the man cover his old tattoos without an ulterior motive to it like damn let the man live 😐

i'm just.... not here for ppl just assuming his or any member's feelings and then acting like it's a fact :/

[taegularities]

hey!! i hope you're having a good day/night. just dropping by to say that i loved reading "tale of broken hearts". your writing style is amazing 💟

the development was pleasant to read, like i understood both the reader and tae, and even so i wanted them to stay together sooner, the building of the moment when they found each other again was perfect 👌 thank u for taking your time to write it and sharing!

hey nana, hellooo !!! ahhh, i saw your reblog and i'm so grateful you read it and enjoyed it <3 even i wanted them together earlier, but the timing of life is always so random, and it was for them, too :( but seriously, thank u for taking your time as well and being so kind. i appreciate it <33

[kookstempo]

what are you eating, if you don't mind me asking???? is it yummy???

not at all, my love. thanks for stopping by with questions that i’ll always be happy to answer. 💗

i had lasagna, chicken, and some veggies!!! what about you? what was your last meal? 🤍

[babeejeon]

hi babee. we don't interact much but just know that ii miss you when you're not here. i hope you're happy and healthy 💖

Awww this message is so sweet 🥺😍🥰 Thank you 🤍 And I want to say that I love to see your name and posts in my feed 🥰🥰 I am happy and healthy, I hope you are too 😇😘😘

[kookiecrumb]

😃

This was from an old ask game but

It means I'm approachable :)

Thank you, dear. ❤❤

[jimilter]

Omg Nana, pls!!! 😭 Thank you so so much! I'm so glad you liked the fic!!!

And lmaO, I had a number of variations planned for that scene, one of which included having Jimin being massaged by his ex who also owned Blissful Hands and oc would simply walk away in tears after, and the confrontation would happen later. I even had a chat abt it w @ressjeon 💀 but then it felt too angsty, so I tweaked OC's character a bit and settled on the lighter version of flangst! 😭

Thank you for your lovely words, bby, much love to you! 🥺❤️

relax for me (m) | p.jm. | one-shot

You came home from a tiring workday and your boyfriend offered to give you a massage to relax – which you didn’t think much of because Park Jimin is known to be selflessly kind while also being a pervert, the exact two behaviors a massage would exemplify. But maybe you should think more about how skilled his hands felt… almost extraordinarily skilled. Is your boyfriend hiding something from you?

pairing: jimin x reader rating: m (18+) genre: humor | smut | fluff | a brush of angst | established relationship!au | masseuse!jimin warnings: swearing + jealousy + possessiveness (ft. a fierce oc that takes no shit and would fight any bitch that comes for her man <3) + allusions to infidelity + explicit sexual situations (dom!jimin, sub!reader, erotic body massage with edible oils, fingering, unprotective penetrative sex, breast play, oral(m), dirty talk, degradation, some slaps thrown around, semi-public sexual acts, praise kink, choking) + park jimin being a lil shit throughout :’) word count: 13 k

↣ part of the Titillating Touches collab hosted by my chaotic bff yanbun, @ressjeon <3

note: first off, a massive thanks to allannah, @ilikemesometaetaes, my precious baby for working w me on this beautiful banner! thank you for your patience, ily! 🥺❤ secondly, thanks to my love, @opaljm, who yelled at me to let her read this and ended up beta-ing it for me lmao! ily, you dumdum. 😭❤ and lastly, thank you yanbun for hosting this super super fun collab! i met and interacted with so many awesome ppl, hoping to get together with everyone for something fun again soon! 🥰

writing this fic has been sO much fun, y’all, i love both these chaotic idiots! every time i opened the doc, i’d spit a couple thousand words lolol, i’ve been on a roll w this one. i hope y’all like reading it as much as i loved writing it~ 💜

— masterlist | feedback | support me!

In your humble opinion, people who claim their jobs suck the soul out of them are overly dramatic and despicable attention seekers who are just horrible at time management, because no job has the power to do that until one gives it such power.

Unless one is working in Accounting at a corporate firm.

Then their sucking-soul theory is absolutely believable, and you sympathize with those people.

Mostly because you are one of them and have just returned home after your supposed nine to five job that you were at till eight of the night, having served at the office for nearly eleven hours because your supervisor decided to be an ass today. Well, not exactly an ass; the man just needed you and the team to sit for the brainstorming session for the next project so that they could talk budget along the way, too. But the fact remains that you’re currently dead on your feet and he’s to be blamed.

The only silver lining is your warm, loving and comforting boyfriend who works reasonable hours, and who is just about to open the door and accept you into his warm, loving, and comforting embrace—

“Babe, holy shit, you look like hell! And stink like it, too!”

…or maybe not.

Continuar lendo

[jeonqkooks]

i only visited porto during the day and it's my favorite place. you have to visit baixa do porto. if you go to the city by train, you have to go on a long walk down to the riverbank, but it's worth it. there's also a cable car on the other side of the river, and a lot of boat tours too. if you drink alcohol, try the vinho do porto (i don't drink but it's famous here).

this is as far as i can remember but i'm sure there are a lot more things to do both in lisbon or porto. i hope you have fun jen!! 💞

for some reason i feel like i’m just gonna fall in love with porto. my friends went to portugal last year and they were only in porto for a day too, meanwhile i’ll be there for almost 3 full days which idk hopefully won’t be too much hahhah

oh! and i just remembered, what’s the weather situation like in portugal? i thought it was similar to italy and spain aka hot as hell and those places are nearly 40 degrees rn 😭 but i checked the weather forecast and it only says lisbon & porto are around 25-27 degrees which isn’t that much hotter than central and eastern europe so idk if it feels different there 🤔

[ahundredtimesover]

KNJ Stories

Finally got this KNJ rec list up! Please send love to the authors 💕💕 and mind the tags (angst, fluff, smut).

To be updated after every leading list is posted.

College

Happy accidents by @sunshinerainbowsbts (f)

As long as you’re around, I’m safe and sound by @jktones (f)

Exes

Somewhere between the lines by @caelesjjk​ (a, s) - husband, dad nj

Return to me by @yoongiphoria (a) - idol nj

Fall apart & redefine by @ugh-yoogni (a, s) - idol nj

You, after all by @effortandmore (a, f, s) 

Friends

Three peas in a pod by @jimlingss (a, f) - single dad nj

Five Fridays in December + Two Sundays in December by @reliablemitten (a, f, s) - friends → boyfriend au

What d’you want? Some dick? by @joonsgalaxy (humor)

No regrets + Together (ft. JJK) by @sunshinerainbowsbts​ (s)

FWB

Below your mouth by @7deadlysinsfics (a, s)

Idol

Permission to pleasure by @bangtanbetchfics​ (s) 

Untitled by me (a, s)

Lovers/In a relationship

Call of duty by @sahmfanficbts (a, f, s) - fiance nj, military nj

I need to breathe, huh? by @holdinbacksecrets (f) - husband nj 

Yellow by @hobipost (f) - boyfriend au 

How I Love You by me (a, f, s) - husband nj

(Un)predictable by @yoonjinkooked (s) - arranged marriage au 

Things left unsaid by @miscelunaaa​ - husband nj, rancher au

Him and I, and these heavenly drops by @alteringrealities​ (f) - boyfriend

Neighbors

Love at dozen sights by @hueseok (f)

Roommates

Roomies with Joonie by @sahmfanficbts (a f, s) -  grad school au

Strangers

Landing by @joyfulhopelox (s) 

Red mercedes by @bubblebeom (s) 

Number 45 by @btsmosphere (f) 

Livin’, leavin’ by @outroshooky (f) 

Second heart pt.1 + pt.2 by @reliablemitten  (a, s)

An art gallery on a rainy day by @jinkookspencil​ (f) 

Freak on a bike by @hamsterclaw (s) 

Workmates

Technology is a bummer by @joheunsaram (f) - hospital au

All I want for Christmas is you by @bluewhale52 (f) - spy au

You set my heart on fire pt.1 + pt.2 by @hayjeon (a, f, s) - firefighter nj

Working for it + 1.5 by @reliablemitten​ (a, s)

Others

Seoul redemption by @sahmfanficbts (a, s) - criminal au, single mom OC

Reverie by @minstrophywife (a, s) - sci-fi au 

[94ishlove]

Tag game: Q&A 

I was tagged by @singingtillthemorn, @jiminsproof, @namjoonsmissingairpods, @hopeonthestreets and @scokjinkim! Thank you all so much! 💕

Favorite time of the year:  Spring! I really love all the spring flowers 🌷

Comfort food:  Any type of pasta; preferably with a good amount of cheese 

Do you collect something:  A couple of things actually; I collect albums, photocards, postcards and stamps!

Favourite drink:  Bananamilk!  🍌

Favorite song:  Mumford & Sons and Birdy’s Learn Me Right.

Current favorite song:  I would say George Ezra’s Anyone for You.

Favorite fic:  None. 

Tagging: @hobipost and @usertae!

[joyfulhopelox]

Nana thank you for taking the time to read this 🥺💜 i am so glad you enjoyed this! And thank you for taking the time to leave me a message it’s so precious to me 💜

Rings That Bind Us Together | MYG

╰►Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (arranged marriage!au)

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, romance

Rating: 18+

╰►Warnings: language, dom!Yoongi, unprotected sex, masturbation (f and m), clit slapping, biting, Yoongi...just Yoongi….think that is it

╰►Wordcount: 12k

Summary: An arranged marriage is never good news, you're going with it because you don't know what else you could do. But he makes it so easy to love him that you cannot resist it, no matter how much you try.

A/N: this was a (drabble mind you) request i got ages ago, and i am soo sorry for not posting it earlier, it's been written since mid August. I've been faffing about, and i am so sorry for this :( I do hope that the story itself is enough to make up for it! I am really sorry! Thank you @sunshinekims and @hobipaint for being amazing betas! You're literally savers! and to @notyouroppar for being the perfect shadow beta

The prompt given: can be found here.

Copyrights for the story and banner @joyfulhopelox

That being said please enjoy! I would love to hear from you so please leave me a message! 💌

Pʟᴀʏʟɪsᴛ: 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 - 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐤𝐢𝐦 | 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏- 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧, 𝐝.𝐞𝐚𝐫

‘I would choose you every damn time.’

‘I hate you, I hate you for how hopelessly in love you make me feel, I hate you for how lonely I am when you are not around, I hate you for forgiving me this easily.’

‘It’s time to give yourself permission to love.’

“I love you.”

Those three words were uttered with so much emotion, you felt it vibrate through you. The man stood in front of you, your future husband, the man gazing at you with endless affection. He broke his promise. By vocalising those three words, seemingly simple words, he violated the pact you two made in the beginning. But you were a person of your word. You did what you promised you’d do back then. You walked away.

“I want to introduce you to your fiancée.” Your father’s stern voice while entering his study shook you to your core. You had been waiting to meet him for a while; after his secretary had called you in so urgently. Thinking it was something serious, you rushed out of your meeting and straight into his office - only to discover he was not there. Deciding to wait, you sat at his desk with your legs crossed, playing with the penholder. When his booming voice woke you up from your daydream, you jumped up, stumbling into his desk. With a pained look in your eyes from jabbing your ankle into the desk, you muttered a greeting. “Y/N, sit up straight, I don’t want another child as an embarrassment.” Your father berated you. “Your fiancée should be here at any moment,” he announced simply as he replaced you at his desk. Your mind was still in a haze from the pain, but before you could register the words a knock at the door interrupted you.

“Sir, there’s someone here for you.” His PA’s voice was muffled by the door only to become clearer as the door opened. Expecting to see the older woman your dad hired, you were taken aback to discover that behind the door stood a man. A man you could recognise anywhere, a man whose face was everywhere. You opened your mouth, your intentions to tell him to leave, yet no words would come out.

“Ah, Yoongi, please come in!” Your dad’s cheerful greeting had you just as surprised. You remembered sitting at the dinner table, a few months back, your father’s rant about the audacity of New Money as he liked to call them, being the only conversation allowed. You remembered hearing the name Min Yoongi uttered along with curses more than once. To see your father not only bring said New Money in, but also greet them so cordially was beyond your comprehension.

You weren’t being superfluous when you said you saw him everywhere. As the newly appointed heir to his father’s law firm, his face was plastered on every magazine, every TV screen, every newspaper and even in adverts; all for the world to gawk at. If you were to be honest with yourself, you had stared at him on TV more than once, his soft looks combined with his cold personality were characteristics you found extremely attractive.

Then you met him at a few galas you both happened to be invited to. Looking for a chance to stave off the boredom, you accepted the first invitation to a dance that you received. Thus you found yourself face to face with the heartthrob of the decade, Min Yoongi. You barely shared any words during the first dance. But the first turned into second, turned into third, and before you knew it you’d both started to converse. Topics were kept to respectful ones, ones deemed for a gala as neither of you forgot what your positions in society were. That night you parted ways with a small smile towards each other, and a cordial goodbye. You decided that you wouldn’t mind seeing him again, until you reached home, and your father who had been watching you like a hawk reminded you who Min Yoongi was and how much your household despised New Money.

“Daughter, this is Min Yoongi, as you know.” Your father’s warning underlied the amiable tone of his voice. He was telling you to not make a scene, to do what you’ve always been taught to do in situations like these, smile and nod. Without skipping a beat you did exactly that.

“I am aware.” You turned to Yoongi and nodded in his direction. “Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.” You stuck your hand out in greeting expecting him to take it instantly and shower you with compliments, as most of the other suitors your father presented you to would do. However, Yoongi’s detachment as he gripped your hand and shook it, surprised you.

“Likewise.” Yoongi’s voice matched the coldness of yours. Instead of pleasantries, it seemed like you were sealing an investment deal. In a way, you may just as well have viewed it as such.

You felt the weight of your father’s eyes, watching you every move and subconsciously you stiffened up, your back as straight as a pin. If Yoongi noticed the shift in your handshake, he didn’t mention it. Instead he let go of your hand and bowed his head to your father. You watched the exchange between the two. the manner in which they greeted each other raised alarm bells in your head.

“Yoongi my boy, it’s been a while since I’ve spoken to your father.” Your dad’s amiable tone made you raise an eyebrow. A complete contrast to how he acted when he spoke about said man something didn’t sit quite right with you. “Thank you for accepting to come here today.” Your dad offered Yoongi a seat, to which he politely refused.

“You don’t have to thank me, Sir. I have done what I should have a while ago.” Yoongi’s voice didn’t mirror your father’s in the slightest. His calm and collected voice betrayed nothing of his feelings. You took your time to observe him, your ears tuning out the conversation between the two men in the room. His dark hair accentuated the paleness of his skin and his royal blue silk shirt and black dress pants fitted him like a glove. His features were soft, softer than you remembered, and you amused yourself at the thought of him being a ruthless lawyer.

“Apologies for not being able to come greet you sooner, I have been away on a business trip.” Hearing the word business you jolted out of your thoughts, your gaze catching Yoongi’s. You not only realised you were caught staring but you knew by the burning feeling of your cheeks that your blush was entirely visible to him. Hurriedly thinking of a way to escape the situation you remembered you had meetings you postponed.

“Father, I have a board meeting in a little bit. If that is all, I will take my leave.” You waited with bated breath for your father’s response. His cold eyes made you nervous as if he would be able to see right through your lies. When he stiffly nodded at you, his eyes spoke of his displeasure but you didn’t wait any longer than necessary before you made your way out of his office, your eyes trailing towards your newly announced fiance.

“Min Yoongi, it was my pleasure, hopefully we’ll get a chance to discuss soon.” You added politely as you made your way to the door.

“Y/N, the pleasure was all mine.” The mischievous glint you could read in them made your blush deepen as you closed the door behind you. He knew you were lying.

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When your phone rang and the screen flashed the name of your sister you didn’t hesitate to answer. She may have been estranged by your father for making the wrong choices, but she will always be your youngest sister, and you will always look out for her.

“Y/N!” Her elated voice immediately put you on guard. She rarely called- as much as you wanted to say your relationship was a loving one despite your family’s aversion, that wasn’t the case. Whenever she called, it was either to get information or to complain. To hear her so happy immediately made you suspicious of her intentions. You decided not to answer her greeting, your brain going through every possible scenario of how this conversation was going to go.

Not like she listened to you, without missing a beat or questioning your silence she continued. “I heard the good news,” she crooned, the way she emphasised it made you furrow your brows. It was clear it wasn’t a call to exchange sentiments.

“What good news?” You kept your voice as neutral as possible, waiting until the opportune moment to try and shut her down. If she suspected at any point- you’ve already become accustomed to her mood swings- she would kick up a fuss. You could hear rustling in the background and you knew immediately she was probably still in bed with her new flavour of the month next to her. Your youngest sibling has always played on the promiscuous side, showing no intentions to ever stop.

“Your lovely marriage, well —“ She paused and you could readily imagine her smug countenance. “Shall I say, engagement.”

You didn't know how she got news of your engagement so quickly, and you didn’t think you wanted to know. Your sister always had ways of getting information from thin air, especially when it dealt with family affairs. “Thank you Hana.” Keeping your responses short in hopes that she would get straight to the point, you settled yourself at your desk waiting for her next move.

Her chuckle and muffled words indicated she covered the receiver, probably to talk to her boytoy. You rolled your eyes, her audacity had stopped amazing you years ago when she announced loud and proud she was about to leave the country with her then boyfriend. Sighing, you called out her name, “Hana, if you could please get to the point, I have other things I need to do.” The rustling and giggling in the background didn’t stop for a few moments and you heavily contemplated ending the call.

“Like what? Go pretend your marriage is real?” Her sudden snarl in the receiver took you aback. Before you could retaliate she carried on, “There isn’t anything you wouldn’t do for this shit of a family, isn’t there, Y/N?”

You could feel the anger rising, the will to give into it too strong. But you knew that as soon as you did that it would be game over for you. Hana would’ve won and you would’ve lost. As much as you loved your sister, you heavily disliked what she had become.

“I know you, Y/N. You never do anything for yourself.” She said, and you could almost visualise the self satisfied smirk on her face. Seething with anger you wanted to tell her she wasn’t right, to prove her wrong. But she was on point, she was always right.

“What do you want?” You said impatiently, the quicker you ended the conversation the better it was for the both of you. You wouldn’t end up saying something you’d regret. The pregnant pause that followed made you uneasy. It only meant trouble.

“That my dear Y/N, is a very good question. I want you to divorce.” Her preposterous proposal made you snort out loud. Hearing her protests at your reaction you decided to put an end to the conversation.

“Hana,” You couldn’t help but stare at the draft that was open in front of you. The title, ‘Marriage agreement’ glared at you and you took a deep breath before continuing. “First of all, there is no divorce, I am yet to be married. Second of all, what makes you think I would listen to you?” The cursor hovered over the x mark and without a second thought you pressed it. Hana went quiet, no doubt thinking of a way to rope you into her absurd plans. Taking this opportunity to start gathering your belongings, the shadows cast throughout the room signalling late hours in the afternoon. Pressing the speaker button on your phone you placed it on your desk still awaiting Hana’s response. When it finally came you had to take a moment to redress yourself, not having expected to hear the information that she offered.

“Do you really want to get married to my ex?” Her voice was neutral, giving nothing away. To say you were shocked at the revelation would be an understatement. But then again, you didn’t know Min Yoongi at all –or your sister for that matter.

You felt the telltale signs of anxiety creeping up your spine once more and you bit your lip to prevent yourself from giving anything away. Your sister was like a shark; as soon as she smelt blood she’d attack. “So he’s your ex, interesting.” You sounded so impassive you could’ve given yourself a medal. “Was it his money?” Your hands involuntarily reached for the mouse once more, and without hesitation you reopened the only file visible on your desktop.

“Of course it wasn’t. His father’s company has been walking the plank for a long time now, I am surprised dad has agreed to this preposterous arrangement to begin with.” Hana scoffed and you could envision her signature roll of the eye; something she did so often it was a surprise how she hadn't strained them. “It was -”

“I don’t really care to know.” You interrupted her harshly before she could go down a memory lane you didn’t want to come along with. “Just get to the point of this call,” Your patience was running thin and you had very little for your sister to begin with. Staring at the document once more, the words already ingrained in your mind you pointedly added, “I have other things to do than pretend to catch up with my estranged sister.”

Her incredulous laugh made you bristle but before you could end the call you caught the tail end of a sniffle. You paused, you’ve never seen Hana cry, but if the sounds on the other end were of any indication, she was close to hysterics.

“Y/N, I loved him.” The sound of her broken whisper would’ve touched your heart, but you quickly remembered this was you conniving sister. She could be faking it, but she could be not. “And he only used me for my money.” You bit your lip, the news not entirely foreign to you. More than once there have been occasions when you’d have to break up with your partners because of that same reason. Even if you may have been sympathetic towards her own feelings you didn’t let it show. Instead you chose to protect yourself.

“Well, he clearly didn’t need your love. Or mine for that matter.” Hitting print on the document you watched as it materialised on paper as it came out of the printer. “Don’t worry, I want this marriage as little as you do.” Without letting her add another word in you ended the conversation. You had other phone calls to make.

Biting your lip you scrolled through your contacts before you realised you didn’t have Yoongi’s number. Thinking of a solution you bit your lip. The name of your wedding planner flashed at you and without a second thought you pressed the call button.

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“This is not going to happen.” You nodded determinedly, certain that your plan was faultless. You could see a hint of surprise behind Yoongi’s eyes, before his expression fell back into a calculated one. Hands interlocked under his chin he leaned in, his elbows touching yours.

“And pray tell, why is this,” he motioned to the piece of paper on the table. “Going to work?” To say he was surprised would be an understatement. He never thought you’d come up to him with a contract. Of all things he thought you capable of, drafting up a contract that forbade any feelings between the two of you was not something that’s ever crossed his mind.

You faltered. His voice sounded dark and ominous: ruthless. Your brain scrambled to find an answer, reminding yourself that this wasn’t any different than the deals you presented to your investors. With that in mind, your body instantly bristled and you took an offensive stance. “Because, it is the best option the both of us have. Neither of us wants to be in this marriage.” You avoided his eyes, knowing full well that you might find something there you didn’t want. “Plus, it’s the safest way to protect ourselves.” You cleared your throat, not liking one bit how his presence intimidated you. Not used to such a strong response as no one’s ever dared to question what you said- except your sister, that is, you felt yourself backing down into your shell.

Yoongi silently observed you for a few seconds, his eyes taking in the way your shoulders slumped slightly. He could tell you were on the retreat, he could see it in the way your eyes avoided his, he could tell by the way the corner of your mouth was slightly upturned. He knew you were uncomfortable with his direct questions but he refused to back down. Knowing very well your conviction was not self-inflicted, he wanted to get to the bottom of this situation. Finally after a few moments of awkward silence he decided to respond to you.

“Protect ourselves from what Y/N?” He tried to suppress a smirk at the way you stared at him, mouth agape. You weren’t expecting to be interrogated on this decision. Having hoped that Yoongi would be against this marriage as much as you have been, you thought he would readily agree to your conditions. To have him play this game with you was unnerving and it threw you off.

“Why are we playing 20 questions now?” You narrowed your eyes at him. You gathered that if you were to even come close to winning in this situation you needed to change your tactic. Even if inside you were more than baffled, you would not let it show. You needed to stay on the offence and not let your guards down. “I thought you wanted this as little as I did.” At his small nod you huffed. “Then why are you refusing to sign this?” Slamming your hand down on the papers you resisted the urge to wince. You hadn’t intended on using so much force, both with your action and your words. Something in the way he looked at you brought out all the internal struggles you’ve been trying to hide.

Taking a deep breath in you decided to let the shoe drop. “How about we start with the fact that your dad’s company is on the verge of going bankrupt?” You stared pointedly at him waiting to see what his reaction would be. A raised eyebrow was the only indication of surprise at your words, a gesture which spurred you on. “Great, moving on from that, how about the fact that I don’t trust you?” You once again paused to allow him to retaliate, when he remained impassive you sighed in aggravation. Biting your lip you leaned back calculating your next move.

Yoongi stared at you, waiting for your last jab. The reasoning you’ve given him until then was valid, but easily refutable. The rhythmic thrumming of your fingers on top of the documents amused him. “Lastly, how about the fact that you dated my sister?” There it was — the other shoe. Yoongi couldn’t hold back his smile any longer.

“What are you trying to say Y/N?” His voice was cool and collected, a complete contrast from your defensive one. It irked you that you didn’t know anything that could make the man in front of you tick. You’ve always liked to have the upper hand no matter what the circumstances, however, in this game, it looked like you’d have to work harder to get there.

You silently regarded him, deciding whether or not you should carry on prodding. You wondered if his relationship with your sister meant anything, if he actually cared about her. Before you could let that thought bloom, you snapped out of your daze knowing that it was a dangerous path you were heading towards. “What I mean is,” you leant back crossing your arms as you crossed the politeness line you’d both held onto. “You dated one, and are set to marry another. Your father’s company is not in a good place. Can you connect the dots? Surely you’re not that incompetent.” You fought the urge to smirk at the way his jaw clenched. Barely noticeable, but you noticed it before he schooled his expression once more into the collected one he wore before. Gotcha.

“Dating your sister,” Yoongi had to take a deep breath in to stop himself from sharing too much information. He knew the game, he played it once with Hana. And he lost miserably. “Has nothing to do with this.” He pointed in between the two of you, leaning further onto the table, his scorching eyes pinning you to the spot. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, the heat of his stare burnt holes in your skin. Biting your lip in nervousness, you didn’t miss the way his eyes followed the movement, the tip of his tongue peeking out as he licked his bottom lip. It was something he did often, a habit that had you staring at his plump lips more than once.

You quickly averted your eyes before you could get caught in a compromising situation. “Then what is this?” You mimicked his actions, pointing in between the two of you. “I can’t see what else it can be.” Your refusal to back down only fueled Yoongi’s amusement. Lazily he reached out a hand towards yours and your breath hitched, only to sigh quietly when he didn’t touch you. Instead, he took a hold of the papers pulling them from underneath your hand. His eyes skimmed over them and the silence that enveloped you put you on the edge. You may have been prepared, but you didn’t know what you’d do if he refused to sign it. You couldn’t break the marriage regardless of what your sister thought, she may have been happy to cross your father but you were not.

Yoongi’s call for the waiter brought you back to your senses. Snapping out of your daze you looked at him in confusion, thinking he was asking for the bill. When he only asked for a pen your frown deepened. “Don’t worry, Y/N.” His voice held hints of laughter in it, “I am not planning to run away.” He looked at you pointedly and you fought the urge to squirm in your seat; he made you nervous. “I’m not good at running, but –” He put the papers on the table and bent over, the tip of the pen producing an elegant signature as he lazily scribbled. As he finished he glanced at you from under his eyelashes, the amusement still gleaming in his eyes. “Perhaps you could teach me.”

You rolled your eyes, he had the wrong person if he thought you were the type to flee. Biting back a remark you silently reached for the papers, thoroughly checking his signature was in the right places before you placed them in your bag. Calling the waiter once more, you ordered another coffee before you turned back to him. “Now that is out of the way –“ Before you could continue something caught your attention and you swore under your breath. Looking around, Yoongi spotted the woman in a pencil skirt with a big folder stacked under her arm and smiled.

“Indeed, now that our marriage annulment is out of the way, it is time to actually plan said marriage.” His gaze caught yours, his statement making you realise the irony of it all and before you could stop yourselves, you both started laughing.

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The array of flowers you both had to go through could only be topped by the amount of tulle you rejected on each of the dresses your planner presented you with. Each time her suggestion would be more preposterous than the other. You shook your head so many times, the disgusted look never leaving your face that you were afraid you got whiplash from it. “For the last time, no. I would look like a walking bouquet if I wore such a dress!” You were getting more and more aggravated, your head was starting to pound and your feet ached.

The wedding planner stared at you not even bothering to hide her irritation. You must’ve tried on at least a dozen dresses, and each of them were promptly rejected by you. “Yes, Y/N! A flower! The most beautiful one out there!” Resisting the urge to curse at her you huffed and prepared to walk back into the dressing room to try on the other hundreds of dresses, when something caught your eye.

There, at the back of the rack stood the most inconspicuous of dresses, one that instantly called out to you. Not heeding the seamstress or your planner, you rushed to pick it up. “I am going to try this one, and after this, we are done.” You stared at your wedding planner daring her to disagree with you. After going through it personally, you now knew what made someone a bridezilla. It wasn’t that the person magically became like that, but the amount of planning and the nagging of the organisers was enough to drive someone up the wall.

The dress was the best one out of all of them yet, you didn’t fall in love with it, no. It wasn’t like you have seen in the movies, you didn’t cry. It was a dress that suited you and you felt good in, and without a second thought you walked out of the dressing room to voice your opinion.

“Wow, never thought I would see the day when you’d be dressed in something else but office wear.” Your sister’s voice made you stop dead in your tracks. Sat on the sofa in front of the dressing room, her hand lazily holding a glass of champagne she whistled. “You look good sister.” After taking a sip of the bubbling liquid she stuck the glass out towards you. You were speechless, her appearance an unexpected situation. You shook your head refusing her offering before you picked up your skirts, ready to head back into the dressing room to change.

“So rude, I thought you’d want to show some affection towards your sister.” She muttered under her breath and you couldn’t help but let out a hollow laugh.

“A sister that barely shows her face unless there is something that she needs.” You pinned her with your gaze. “So what is it that you need now? Money?” You could see the nervous twitch of her lip and you smiled triumphantly. You got her. “Because if it is money that you need, you won’t get it from me. You may just as well ask father.” Your tone was neutral, but your smile said otherwise. You both knew your father would not indulge her. Not waiting to hear her response you walked towards her and grabbed the glass of champagne out of her hand. “Now if you are done with wasting my day please see yourself out. I will send you money next month as promised.”

You could see her tantrum before it started. The way her lip pouted and the look in her eyes were signs you’ve seen more than once. “Please don’t cause a scene here. You’ve embarrassed yourself multiple times in public, you don’t need to add to that. My PR team is working full time for you already.” Your voice held a hint of finality as you drank the last of the champagne. Hana’s eyes narrowed at you, the hatred in them almost making you shiver.

“Whose fault is that, Miss Perfect.” She said mockingly. Pointing an accusatory finger at you she continued. “I’ve always had to compete with you, so I gave up trying!” Her anger only served to fuel yours. Putting down the champagne glass you approached her.

“You had nothing but yourself to blame for that thought! No one ever asked you to compete with anyone! We are sisters!” Your shoulders slumped, a wave of tiredness washing over you. “We shouldn’t compete with each other! It’s not a race!” The realisation that your family was broken in more ways than one made you feel helpless, stuck. Knowing that marrying Yoongi was your descent into another broken family you felt your heart break. “I love you Hana, you are my family!” You looked at her desperately trying to get a positive response only for your hopes to be crushed when she sneered at you.

“I don’t. I wish you never existed.” Her words pierced through you. Feeling more tired than ever, you wondered where everyone else had gone. For someone who insisted on being glued to you, your wedding planner was quick to disappear.

“Y/N?” As if summoned by your thoughts, Yoongi’s muffled voice followed by an outraged woman saying something about seeing the bride in the dress before the marriage penetrated through the open door. You turned your attention towards the source of the sound and there he stood. Your breath hitched, the memory of your sister being present in the room with you completely erased. He looked dashing in his black fitting suit. The white dress shirt paired with a silk tie made you quiver. You felt his gaze on you before locking gazes with him. The unspoken words that transpired between the two of you left you breathless. His eyes darkened and you could clearly see the need in them. “You look beautiful.”

Before you could reply your sister hastily interrupted. “Isn’t she just? Her fiance is a lucky person.” Her mocking tone grated your nerves, and you saw the shift in Yoongi’s eyes. Animosity filled them and you looked at your sister, confusion painted all over your face. Was she mocking him or did she not recognise him?

“Yes, indeed. He is.” Yoongi stated as he spared her another glance before he turned his attention towards you. “Your father is here.” He simply said, his voice no longer holding the same warmth as it did before. Feeling doused in cold water you forced yourself to nod, hoping that your stiff gait didn’t give anything away. With another glance in your direction Yoongi turned around on his heels and left the room.

“And that is my cue to go.” Hana hastily grabbed her belongings ready to flee the room, but you held her wrist tight in your grasp - watching the woman writhe in your hold. This time you were not going to let her go this easily.

“Stay or leave. If you stay, I want you to go back to school and get a job.” Seeing her ready to protest you quickly added. “If you leave, Please keep yourself out of trouble. And don’t contact me again unless you are in grave danger. If you do, I will cut you off completely.” You whispered, tired of constantly having to battle with her, you figured it best to cut ties with her as much as possible. Chancing a glance at her, the glazed look in her eyes almost made you take back your words. Almost. But your memories of all the other times you have tried to reason with her trumped any sympathy you may have had for her. Not waiting for her to respond you hurried in the dressing room to change out of your dress.

When you finally came out, Hana was gone without a trace.

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Yoongi waited for you in the lobby, his head swirling with thoughts. Seeing Hana after so long only filled him with bitterness. Hearing what she said to you, filled him with hatred. Sighing to himself he rubbed his eyes in frustration. Despite what you thought, their relationship was not what it seemed, but he had yet to reveal any of it to you- as you’ve never given him the opportunity, till now.

“Where is father?” Your voice interrupted his trail of thought and he glanced up at you. Even in your normal clothes, you still looked stunning to him. Not daring to entertain those thoughts more than usual, he got up to greet you.

“Not here.” He simply said, placing a hand on the small of your back leading you out of the gown shop. You glanced up at him in bewilderment. “I paid already.” He threw the statement carelessly as he opened the door for you to enter the car.

Before you got in, a thought struck you, was your father an excuse to get Hana to leave? You hastily turned around only to bump into his chest. His close proximity and the musky scent of his cologne made your head spin. You could feel the heat emanating from his body as you glanced up at him. Your breath was staggered, your mind in a daze, all you could focus on was the gentle look he was giving you. A look that spoke of feelings you swore to never explore, in his eyes you were the only woman he wanted. Your eyes trailed down from his to his plump lips, there it was, that habit of his to lick his lips and without restraint you subconsciously mimicked it. Before you could catch yourself you wondered what it was like to feel his lips on yours, to feel him caress your body with them. The thought made you flush with desire but it also scared you, and before you could give yourself away you turned around and settled yourself in the car, slamming the door after yourself.

Staring at your profile through the window for a second longer Yoongi smiled sadly to himself. He would give you the world if you’d only just ask for it.

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The next month all you saw was your office and the wedding planner’s office. Back and forth, from signing contracts with different investors to drafting up plans for a wedding you weren’t even invested in. You saw very little of Yoongi during that time, his decision to stay out of the bulk of the planning working in your favour. You didn’t need to see him more than you already were. With his company becoming consultants for your father’s company, you bumped into him more than once on your way to get a coffee or to get a contract delivered to the CEO. The little acknowledgment between the two of you suited your plans well.

What put a stop to your carefully crafted plan was the media reports on your marriage. You weren’t a fan of being in the public eye, never had been, so when you found yourself facing paparazzi every single day, no matter where you went, you went stir crazy. The anxiety of having to face them and remind yourself to keep a poised expression every single time got to you. Each morning as you travelled to and from your home, the amount of photographers waiting to prey on every little mistake that you made, increased. What aggravated you the most was the lack of respect for personal space, on more than one occasion they’d been too close to you to be comfortable. On the rare occasion you would exchange any words with Yoongi, he always mentioned getting you a bodyguard. The idea sounded too silly for you, so you ended up dismissing any mention of it. Until one day you wished you hadn’t.

It was an important day for you, your pristine new outfit screamed meetings. Today was the day the board would appoint a new CEO, and you’ve worked your butt off to be considered for that position. Even with your father’s power, you refused to accept any promotion through any means other than your own skill. It may have taken you a long time, but it was worthwhile. Now you could finally stand in that meeting room and be proud of yourself.

So absorbed in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the group of people slowly gathering around you, their cameras pointed straight in your direction. Only when questions started being thrown at you; about the meeting today, about your father stepping down from his position - that seemed to be a favourite of theirs, and most importantly, your marriage, did you realise the situation you were in. You quickly glanced around trying to find an escape route, but that proved to be impossible. Not only were they surrounding you, but the way they were ganging up on you, their objectives getting dangerously close to your face made you realise what Yoongi meant when he offered you a bodyguard. Having been in a small position in the company, and without any scandals to follow you around, this situation was unfamiliar to you. Before you could find a way out of the crowd, you felt the clutches of anxiety. Your breathing became laboured and you felt glued on the spot, unable to move. Your whole body felt as if it had been submerged in cold water and your hearing was muffled. When you felt the force of someone pushing into you,your strength waning unable to put up much of a fight you felt yourself drop to the floor. Focusing on your breathing,you barely felt the sting from making contact with the pavement nor did you notice the way the crowd parted as someone shouted “Move!”

Yoongi saw the mob across the street before he saw you. You seemed distracted and he watched helplessly as you headed straight for the vultures ready to pounce, your head in a folder completely oblivious to the world around you. The moment he saw the photographers gather around you he jumped into action. He didn’t bother checking for traffic, his legs carried him as fast as they could across the street, his sole focus was on getting to you. He came to an abrupt stop, his breathing laboured as he quickly scanned the scene in a desperate attempt to spot you amongst the crowd.

“Y/N!” His voice sounded desperate as he pushed his way through. It didn’t take long for him to find you, your crumpled form drew his attention instantly. “Y/N,” he knelt to the ground in front of you, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly he gave you a once over. When he couldn’t see any injuries he sighed in relief. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” His voice was gentle, a complete contrast to the strong grip he pulled you up with.

“I’m ok.” Your voice sounded as weak as your body felt, and you let yourself slump against him, your nose invaded with his scent. You wouldn’t admit it to yourself but having him near calmed you down, and you allowed yourself the selfishness to bury your head into his shoulder, your hand gripping at his shirt.

The yells of the reporters seemed distant as Yoongi confidently made his way through them, the questions they were throwing your way just echoing in the distance, until one caught your attention. “Y/N, as a newly appointed CEO, what do you have to say about the firm’s impending bankruptcy?” The question made you halt for a second and you could sense Yoongi tense up. Glancing up at him, you could see his jaw tense. You would have brushed the question away as nonsense if not for this strong reaction from his part. Was this the actual truth? Were you a pity game? You could feel your blood run cold at the thought. Deciding you’ve made enough of a scene and your pride was scuffled enough, you nudged Yoongi to keep moving instead of addressing the situation out in the open.

Neither of you spoke a word when you entered the building nor did you mention anything when you got into the lift. You did make it a point to separate yourself from him though, ensuring a distance of a few meters between the two of you. Yoongi wanted to protest, knowing that you were still not stable enough on your feet, but one look at your clenched jaw and determined expression silenced him. Only when you were within the safety of your office and you had contacted your PA to delay the meeting did you decide to speak.

“Is it true?” Yoongi opened his mouth to answer, but before he could you immediately added. “And no lies, I don’t need my pride to be spared.”

Yoongi was quick with the rebuttal. “Do you think this is what it is? A ploy to spare your pride?” His words sounded angry, and you knew you’d hurt him with your words. You weren’t blind, you just chose to ignore the stolen glances and subtle touches you’ve been sharing recently. But with the new developments, you didn’t know what to believe anymore. And if all this wasn’t true, then the shame of your preposterous behaviour would put an end to all this.

“What is it then?” You couldn’t stop the words coming out of your mouth. You weren’t doing yourself any favours yet you needed to know the truth. “Because the way I see it, it looks like an act of charity. For what? I don’t know, you tell me.” You angrily made your way to your desk. Opening the drawer you pulled out a stack of papers. Papers that carried both of your signatures on them. Yoongi didn’t spare them a glance as he followed your footsteps. Grabbing the papers out of your hand he gently placed them back in the drawer before he pulled you in his arms.

“This was not the most ideal way to find out, and for that I apologise. But I need you to listen to me. Given a choice, between anything,” his hand cupped your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheek. “I would always choose you.” Your breath caught in your throat. You could almost taste the words that were to follow, and that thought scared you more than anything.

“I love you.” He sounded so sure of himself it broke you.

Those three words uttered with so much emotion you felt it vibrate through you. The man stood in front of you, your future husband, the man gazing at you with endless affection. He broke his promise. By vocalising those three words, seemingly simple words, he violated the pact you two made in the beginning. As a result, you did what you promised you’d do back then. You walked away.

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You avoided talking to anyone for a whole week. You argued with your father, cried for days and decided it was time to pull yourself together. The company was indeed in shambles, but you knew you could pull it out without any financial help. You just needed a few days to get yourself straight. You needed to get Yoongi off your mind. Too often have you found yourself thinking about him. So often you were amazed that he hadn’t materialised in front of you. It would be a whole week before your doorbell rang.

Opening the door, the sight that greeted you wasn’t unexpected. Yoongi stood at your door, his eyes blazing with determination. “What are you doing here?” You inquired not moving away from the entry. If he thought you’d let him in he was sorely mistaken. Taken aback by your obvious hostility, the fire in his eyes dimmed, and he took a step back. You fought the urge to smile triumphantly at his reaction. Good, if he thought this would be easy he’s got another thing coming.

He stood in silence for a few moments before he let out a defeated sigh. “Can we talk?” He thought he had a chance at mending things easier, however what he forgot was that it was you he was dealing with. You and stubbornness went hand in hand like sisters.

The tension between the two of you could be felt in the air, the spark in your eyes causing something to shift in his. You felt goosebumps rise on top of your skin, though you weren’t sure if it was caused by the hatred running through your veins or the lust that was slowly building up on top of it. His eyes darkened, the tip of his tongue peeking out as he ran it over his bottom lip. It was a habit you’ve noticed he had whenever he was nervous, and your eyes couldn’t help but follow its movements. Inhaling sharply, your hands twitched at your sides. You wanted to touch him; the defensive stance you took lessening. “What did you say?” Your voice was laden with hatred, yet the heat pooling in your stomach signalled your growing arousal.

Yoongi closed his eyes for a second, reopening them with a staggered breath. It took all he had in him to not take those last few steps that separated the two of you and kiss you senseless. The way you regarded him, your feelings raw and visible to him, made him want to grab you and bend you over that counter. Show you what he meant by fucking you into the next day whilst you screamed his name over and over again. He allowed himself a moment before he took a step towards you. “I said, you are a coward.” He repeated himself through gritted teeth. You couldn’t help but gape at him. You never thought you would hear these words from anyone, least of all your own future husband.

“I am a coward?” You repeated the words, your brain still finding it difficult to wrap itself around the conversation. “What about you?” You spat out, pointing an accusatory finger at him. His calm composure was aggravating you, it spurred you to continue to defend yourself.

“What about me?” He hadn’t moved from his position by the kitchen counter, his eyes silently following you.

“You, Min Yoongi, broke your promise!” Pacing around the kitchen in an attempt to calm yourself, you huffed as you carried on. “This,” you gestured wildly between the two of you, “Was never meant to happen!” Your movements were frantic, the weight of everything that was happening around you finally settling. How could you have let this happen? Things were easier when you just had an agreement. You stopped pacing, afraid that you’d burn a hole through the floor. Slumping against the counter, you suddenly felt tired. The fire within you had slowly died and a wave of defeat loomed over your head. “What are you really doing here?” Your voice sounded meek and you hated yourself for it.

Yoongi’s heart called out to you, yet his impassive voice gave nothing away. He was aware that if he mentioned anything about his feelings towards you again you would not hesitate to shut him out completely. Instead, he decided to take another approach. He could see how your soul called out to be loved, to be held, to be listened to. You craved the love he was willing to give you but you wouldn’t allow yourself it. If he needed to be cruel to you to bring you out of your shell then so be it.

“I want to know what you think you are accomplishing.” He reached out a hand across the counter that separated you. The touch of his hand on your shoulder made you realise how close you were to him. Without thinking you took a few steps back away from him. You couldn’t breathe knowing that he was in such close proximity to you.

“Why is it so hard to let this be?” You tried your best not to stutter, the atmosphere in the room weighing over your shoulders. The charge suddenly felt less aggressive and the more you thought about it the more you felt the sexual tension between the two of you. “I never meant for any of this to happen.” You sounded hopeless to your own ears, a feeling you were unfamiliar with. As a last retort, in a desperate attempt to salvage what was left of your pride, you decided to hit where it hurt the most. Maybe Yoongi was right, you were a coward. A coward who wouldn’t hesitate to use any means to protect themselves.

“Did you say the same thing to my sister? Did you think you loved me when you heard the company was going bankrupt?” Your eyes met his, the flash of pain Yoongi saw in them completely masked by the fierceful glint that pinned him on the spot. The tense atmosphere between the two of you made it hard for you to breathe, your chest constricted from the painful truth you’ve revealed to yourself. The low blow you managed to deliver threw him off, you could tell by the way his eyes widened fractionally, his stance less poised than it had been before. What you did not expect was the searing pain of icicles piercing through your heart you felt at your own words. How stupid of you to assume that you could win in this fight. You felt naive, you felt betrayed and you felt hurt. The culprit being none other than yourself.

Yoongi could see the battle you were going through, it was plain as day. He could tell by the way you mauled your lips with your teeth, he could see it in the way your hands were gripping at your top and most importantly, your eyes were a mirror of the war that raged within you. He was at a loss of words, your question would’ve sounded so blase to someone who hadn’t had the chance to meet you that he couldn’t make sense of what you were thinking.

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He felt confined. His pants suddenly felt too small for him, the tightness in his groin made him feel uncomfortable. The sight of your pursed lips, your eyes burning with fire breaking his resolve to stay away from you. With determined steps he backed you into the wall behind you. Looking up at him, his eyes hooded with desire, you swallowed thickly. The cold wall behind you made a shiver run down your spine. Even though he was only a few centimeters away from you his hands stayed fixed to his side, something which you were grateful for. If he touched you now, you’d give in to him, you’d not only unfurl your body to his desires but you’d also open your heart to him. He managed to waltz into your life just like that and he stripped you little by little, until your soul lay naked in front of him.

“Yoongi.” You whispered, your lips trembling. You ached to touch him, to mould your body to his, to feel his skin underneath your palms. Without thinking you reached out for him. Your fingers loosely gripping his hoodie, a subconscious attempt to get him to do something. You needed to feel him, and you needed to feel him now.

“Fuck me.” The words slipped out without restraint. Your mind has been made up a long time ago. You wanted him to have you. He managed to strip your soul naked, you wanted him to finish the job.

Hearing the command, Yoongi didn’t waste a second. The moment those two words gave him permission, he was holding you to him, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss.

His fingers latched onto the back of your neck as he backed you into the wall. The coldness of the brick touching your back made you shiver and you moaned into his mouth. Not breaking the kiss his hands frantically grip at your top lifting it up as he slipped a hand underneath it. Feeling the ghost of his fingertips draw a path up your abdomen made you shudder, your muscles contracting from the ticklish feeling. Trailing a finger down your skin his hand immediately found the hem of your trousers. Without missing a beat he popped them open, his fingers slipping into your soaked panties. “You are so wet already.” He slipped a finger between your folds, coating it with your slickness.

“You want me to fuck you huh?” Gripping at your panties he pulled them up, the movement causing them to bunch up between your soaked lips. The pressure on our sensitive clit sent fire up your spine and you let out a breathy moan as your knees buckled. The sight of you so vulnerable, your breathy pants in his ear left Yoongi craving more. He wanted you to bare your whole soul in front of him, he wanted you naked, sprawled out in front of him, begging for him to take you. Without wasting another second he pulled as hard as he could, his fingers fighting against the seams of your underwear.

“Yoongi.” You desperately yelled, as you tried to squirm away from him. The roughness of his ministrations combined with the raw pleasure shooting up your spine were too much. Your whole body was on fire as he continued to masturbate you with your own underwear. Pulling hard then loosening he settled into a pace that made you mewl in discontent.

“Harder.” You begged, your hands grabbing at his wrist. The attempt was futile, not only did he have more strength than you, but he was dead set on making you beg to reach your high.

“You want to come that badly huh?” He mused, his hands fisting your panties making them press against your wetness. Bucking your hips at the sensation you could barely utter a word. Instead you nodded shakily. “Don’t worry, you will come,” his dark tone spurred your arousal, and you felt your pussy muscles clench. His voice promised danger but it also promised a mind blowing orgasm. “But you will come when I say so.” He continued, his hands letting go of you completely. If not for the wall behind you and Yoongi’s body supporting you, you would’ve collapsed in a heap at his feet. You felt your knees shake as the pressure relieved from your wet core and you grabbed onto him for support.

Yoongi fought back a smile at your reaction. The grip you had on him was a telltale sign of your surrender. He knew that this was his sign, he had your body under his command, and he would be damned if he didn’t worship it. He didn’t say anything else as he gently grabbed you and manoeuvred you so that he could slide a hand underneath your knees.

Too caught up with calming your heart rate down you only let out a weak yelp when he picked you up and carried you to your bedroom. Your head lazily lolling on his shoulder, you looked at him from under your eyelashes. He was beautiful, inside and out. Somehow that realisation hit you like a ton of bricks and the fire in the pit of your stomach returned with a vengeance. Breathing out a moan you buried your head into his neck. “ I am yours to do whatever you want with me.”

Yoongi’s chest rumbled, his animalistic groan made you close your eyes. The sound of his low timbre vibrating through you made you clench your legs, already imaging him pounding into you with that same raw power. “I’ll take good care of you baby girl.” Hearing it, you fisted his top in a last attempt to keep yourself grounded. You’ve rarely let someone take over the game like that, yet he managed to not only waltz into your heart but also completely take over your body. Aware that you may feel differently in the morning, you let yourself go, and coherent thought, not like you had many, put on hold. He confidently made his way towards your bedroom, the force of him opening the door making it slam against the wall. You wanted to berate him for it, but as soon as he threw you onto the bed, your body bounced onto the soft mattress, and he ordered you, “Strip.” You couldn’t help but comply, and words other than “yes” stuck in your throat.

Without a second thought you stripped yourself of your clothes, making sure to keep your eyes locked on his as you took off your underwear. Completely bare in front of him, you felt yourself flush with need when he took his time to drink in every bit of your exposed skin. He licked his lips, he could almost taste you on his tongue, the sight of you in front of him, naked and open made him hard.

“Lie down completely.” He didn’t miss a beat, his tone left no room for complaints, not like you had any. “Spread open.” You instantly followed his command, your legs falling open, exposing your wet core to his eyes. Yoongi fought back a groan, you were so wet, your lips glistening and he wanted to taste you. Crouching down he gripped your knees as he delved in, his tongue flush against your core. You rolled your hips, the feeling of his tongue on your clit and invading your entrance lit your nerves on fire. You arched your back, your hands gripping at the sheets underneath you. “Yoongi, please.” The lewd wet sounds of his tongue licking at your pussy sent you in overdrive.

“You taste so good, be a good girl and make yourself come for me.” He gave your lips one last slow lick before he stepped back. He watched as your hand shakily let go of she sheets and grabbed at your own breasts, your breath was coming out in heavy pants and he was entranced by the way your abdomen would clench as you trailed a path towards your own wetness. He was painfully hard, the sight of you so readily pleasuring yourself made his blood boil. Grabbing his cock in his hand he ran his thumb over the wet tip. As he watched your fingers splay yourself open and your other hand found your own clit he fisted himself. His rhythm matched yours both your lustful moans spurred the other on. He could feel his balls tighten and he gripped the base of his dick to stop himself from coming. Your back was arched off the mattress completely, the relentless rhythm you were attacking your nub with told him you were close to coming.

“Are you going to come?” His growl spurred you on, as the rhythm of your fingers on your clit picked up. Your hips were thrashing wildly on the bed and you could feel the familiar build in the pit of your stomach. Just a bit longer. Just as you felt your muscles contract, the delicious feeling of your orgasm ready to was over you a hand slapped yours away. You opened your mouth to let out a silent scream of pleasure as Yoongi’s hands did their best to stop you from moving, from getting back that orgasmic feeling.

“Yoongi.” Your voice sounded foreign to you, you never begged, yet here you were, naked, legs sprawled out your wetness on display, lewdly begging the force of a man above you to let you come.

Instead of saying anything, he slotted himself between your legs, forcing them further apart. His hand brushed over your wetness before fisting at his cock again. “You want to come?” He leaned over, the tip barely touching your heat and you whimpered as you nodded. “Say it.” He slapped his dick onto your clit making your hips jolt at the contact. “Yoongi.” You didn’t care how wanton you sounded, you were ready to be fucked, you needed to feel him deep inside of you.

“Say it.” He commanded once more, his shaft slapping you again. “Please.” You loudly pleaded, ready to do anything to get him inside.

“Good.” He guided his tip to your entrance and without a warning he pushed, hips slapping your roughly under the force. The feel of his tip reaching deep inside bottoming you out deliciously made you lurch, your back coming off the mattress completely as you saw stars. Not able to find your voice you panted, your fingers digging into his arms.

Yoongi couldn’t help but moan, the feeling of your muscles contracting around him gripping him tightly enough to almost make him come. Pausing for a second he slowly dragged his cock out until only the tip remained inside, before he bottomed you out again. The ruthless rhythm with which he was pounding into you made you unable to utter a sound and you let your body drop back onto the bed.

“You feel so good.” He rasped as he let himself down onto his elbows, the new position hitting a spot inside of you that made you clench around him. Rolling your hips into him, urging him to continue, your breathing ragged as you pleaded for him to continue. His lips found yours in a sloppy kiss as his hips continued pounding into you. Breathy moans of his name escaped your lips as your hands let his arms go only to latch onto his back. You wrapped your legs around his waist desperate for him as you announced your fast approaching orgasm, “I’m going to come.”

No sooner than you said that you felt the familiar fire in the pit of your stomach, your cunt contracting around his cock as you let out a scream of pleasure. The force of your orgasm made your vision go white and you barely registered the groan Yoongi let out as he pumped into you one last time before he climaxed and filled you with his cum. For a moment neither of you moved. Your brain was fuzzy, your breathing raspy as you fought to settle your heart rate. Moaning one last time as he pulled out of you, the loss of his heat making you shiver.

Yoongi got up to head towards your bathroom to get tissues to clean you and himself up. Glancing one last time at your sprawled out form onto the bed, your expression dazed, he smiled. You looked thoroughly fucked.

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For the first time in forever, you felt relaxed, with your head on his chest, the thrum of his heart lulling you to sleep. “Y/N.” His soft whisper brought you back from your daze. You only hummed in response, not finding it in you to break the calm atmosphere that settled between the two of you. Yoongi shifted his position, his hand on your back now massaging the nape of your neck. Mewling in contentment you buried your face deeper into his chest. His scent along with the scent of sex lingered in the air making you feel lightheaded. “I meant what I said earlier.” Yoongi mumbled softly, the intensity of his emotions making you shiver. You couldn’t find the words to respond to him, so instead you gently pressed your lips onto the warm skin of his chest over and over again.

“Y/N, if you carry on, I won’t be responsible for what happens next.” He tried to warn you, his hips bucking into yours in emphasis. Moaning his name into his chest you but your lip, you could feel the desire pooling into your stomach again, the fire underneath your skin reignited. You threw your leg over his naked hip, the sheets that covered you, sliding down exposing your bare forms to the chilly air in the bedroom. Glancing up at him from under your lashes, you smiled softly. As aroused as you felt, the fire that burnt hotter in your veins was the love you felt for this man.

Yoongi felt the shift in you, and his heart threatened to pound out of his chest at the knowledge. One hand around your waist holding your naked form to him, the other he cupped your cheek with, his thumb brushing over your lips. No one dared to break the comfortable silence that settled over the two of you. Your fingers started drawing lazy patterns on his chest as your eyes locked with his. He didn’t need to repeat his feelings towards you, the way he regarded you as if you were the only thing he could see and the way he held you so preciously, all that told you everything that he couldn’t dare say. Behind all that there was a hint of insecurity, something Yoongi rarely experienced. He didn’t know how to approach the subject, so he didn’t, he trusted what he saw and most importantly he trusted you.

Before he could open a new chapter in his life, a chapter where he hoped had you in it, there was another chapter that needed to be closed. Sighing, he closed his eyes and he pulled you into him, your baby hairs tickling his chin. “Y/N.” His voice barely above a whisper, sounded uncertain. You didn’t respond, instead you chose to stay still, your fingers ceasing their movement on his chest. “About your sister— “

“Yoongi, we’re naked in bed after having mind blowing sex and my sister is what you want to talk about?” You pulled away from him, settling onto the pillow. The clear amusement in your voice told him you weren't upset, but he needed to make sure everything was out in the open before he could move on.

Stealing a glance at you he smiled. Your head settled on the pillow, eyes closed and a small smile on your face were a perfect picture of serenity if Yoongi ever saw one. If someone were to see you now, they wouldn’t believe that this was the same person that was begging him to bottom her out, to fuck her until she saw stars. He reached out for your hand, his fingers tracing patterns on the back of it. Finding the engagement ring he gave you not too long ago he pulled at it.

“What are you doing?” Eyes wide open, more alert than ever you tried to pull your hand away from him but his grip on you was unrelenting. Your heart clenched as soon as you felt him pull at your ring.You couldn’t help but think the worst of it. “I want to do this right.” He finally let go of your hand, his hand settling onto the mattress. He wanted to touch you, but he wouldn’t allow himself that luxury until he said what he needed to say.

Taking a deep breath in he continued, “I dated your sister, but that was 8 years ago. We were both at university. She was a freshman and we were both stupid. Well –“ he chuckled humourlessly ,“I was stupid, she knew exactly what she was doing.” You grimaced to yourself, you knew exactly what time he was talking about. It was the only year your sister took at university before she decided to drop out and rebel against your family. “I cared for her at the time, but I wasn’t in love. She disappeared and I have not heard from her again.” He paused to shift his position, his hand finding yours again. You didn’t dare interrupt him, instead you gripped his hand urging him to continue.

“Until that night at the gala when I met you. I looked into your family, and I looked into your father’s business. I fell in love,” he pulled you into him as soon as he sensed you bristle at his words. “I fell in love with you quickly after that. You are smart, witty, beautiful and you are a force to be reckoned with.” He sounded amused, “And you decided to slap some sense into me.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at his words. You were a hurricane, ready to come devastate him, but so was he.

“I love you.” The words slipped out of your mouth so effortlessly you wondered why it took you so long to admit to them. Glancing up at him, your lips sought his. The kiss you shared was unlike the first one, it was a kiss of contemptment, a kiss filled with love. Moulding yourself into him you moaned, the desire to feel him inside of you taking over you once more.

Yoongi broke the kiss, he could feel himself harden at the feel of your skin on his, but before he could have his way with you again he needed to finish what he had to say.

“I want to do this right, I want to propose to you properly if you’ll let me.” He wrapped an arm around your hip pulling you on top of him. The sight of you leaning over him and the unrestricted love he could read in your eyes filled him with joy.

“I would like that.” You whispered before you leaned in for another kiss. He walked confidently into your life like a blazing fire, stripped you of inhibitions, but instead of burning everything to the ground, he only managed to light your soul on fire. And you were more than happy to allow him to do so.

Mᴀɪɴ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

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people acting like we aren't allowed to be excited about the demos and new music and the old as well srsly where is the problem 😐 like people cant really let others BE... idk how u tolerate it sae

the problem is the source from where that person is getting their info bc damn 🤣

also my usual anons are all so nice and funny so i always try to give the person in my inbox a benefit of doubt and like three last chances on an average sjsjsjks