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𐙚₊˚⊹ ceo!hoseok ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

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it never occurred to you that your boss is terrifying.

sure, you’re well aware of his mood swings and the endless gossip that circulates around the company, but it never feels personal to you. to be fair... you’re never the target of his outbursts.

in truth, you don’t work closely enough with him to get caught in the crossfire. but if you ever do slip, you know it’ll be brutal.

you aren’t unnoticeable to him either.

jung hoseok, your cold-hearted, demon-like boss, hasn’t given you a reason to be scared yet. you learned quickly how to navigate him after only a few months at the company. to avoid him on tuesdays because, for some reason, he’s especially grumpy. no clue why, but he just is. maybe it’s because it’s too early for dinner and too late for lunch, or maybe he just hates feeling stuck. either way, you know his habits and manage to stay in his good graces.

as the head designer of his father’s company, hoseok’s creativity has to flow constantly. his father never steps foot in the office, but his presence is still felt through the intense pressure hoseok places on himself. despite his infamous temperament, no one can say jung hoseok doesn’t meet expectations. in fact, he exceeds them every time, thanks to his relentless work ethic.

the devil works hard, but jung hoseok works harder.

“that will be all for today. you’re all dismissed.”

everyone starts gathering their belongings. just as you and your team head for the door, hoseok calls out, “oh... except for ___ and kim taehyung. please stay behind for a moment.”

taehyung, your assistant, shoots you a look.

you furrow your brows in confusion. once everyone else leaves, you both stand in front of hoseok’s desk.

“i’m thinking of opening up an internship program here. what do you think?” hoseok asks.

you nod. “it sounds like a great opportunity for those who aspire to be part of the fashion industry. especially with jung co., i’m sure we’ll have a lot of applicants.”

“exactly my thoughts, ___,” hoseok replies, smiling slightly. “which is why i like you.”

taehyung huffs, and you roll your eyes before saying, “thank you, mr. jung.”

“here’s the thing,” hoseok continues, “i trust you, ___. as head of hr, you’ll be in charge of filtering the applicants—portfolio reviews, phone interviews, and in-person interviews. taehyung can assist you, but i’m requiring you to take the lead on this.”

“no problem at all,” you assure him. “when do you want us to start?”

hoseok chuckles. “now. i’ve already had my secretary draft some advertisements and an application page. finalize them and get them live by nine tonight.”

“tonight?” taehyung blurts out, “but it’s my girlfriend’s birthday, and ___ was supposed to come—”

“no invite?” hoseok teases.

taehyung almost chokes.

hoseok holds his stare before finally blinking. “tonight. before nine,” he repeats. “regards to the celebrant.” and with that, he excuses himself, leaving you and taehyung stunned.

“tonight?” taehyung panics. “is he serious? his secretaries are always unprepared! whatever draft we get is probably just a blank page. i’m doomed. jennie's going to kill me.”

“she won't,” you tell him, sighing. “i’ll take care of it. go to her birthday. consider it my birthday gift to her.”

“really?” taehyung looks at you with wide eyes. “you sure?”

“yes. boyfriends should be there for their girlfriends birthday.”

taehyung doesn’t need to be told twice. “you’re the best, ___. i owe you big time.”

at 4 pm, taehyung bolts out the door.

by 8:49 pm, the office is mostly empty. only a few colleagues remain in a meeting room, and the custodian walks down the hall, pushing a cart. outside, the sky is dark and cloudy. rain looks like it’s about to fall any minute now.

“taehyung really left you?” hoseok’s voice suddenly cuts through the quiet as he steps into your small glass office.

you shrug, giving him a tight-lipped smile. “birthdays are special, mr. jung.”

“you know what else is special?” he asks, leaning against the doorframe.

“what?”

“hiring interns.”

you roll your eyes, and hoseok chuckles at your reaction.

“i’m almost done,” you tell him, finishing up the last few details on the application page. “i’ll send it to you in a minute.”

“how are you getting home, ___?” hoseok asks after a brief pause.

“i’ll take the bus,” you reply, still focused on your screen. “i was supposed to go to the birthday party, but i’m tired now.”

“it’s raining,” he points out. “do you have an umbrella?”

“the bus stop has a cover,” you say casually, not looking up.

“i could drive you home,” hoseok offers. “i feel bad that you’re here all alone. i thought you knew i was kidding earlier.”

“jokes usually start with ‘knock knock,’” you tease, finally glancing at him. “and they don’t usually come from scary bosses.”

“you think i’m scary?”

“see,” you smile, “now you’re funny.”

he gives a soft laugh, shaking his head. “you’re something else.”

just then, his phone buzzes. hoseok glances at it before pushing himself off the doorframe. “i have to go. i have dinner plans with my girlfriend.”

you raise an eyebrow, trying to hide the surprise in your voice. “girlfriend?”

he smirks, walking over to your desk and leaning down slightly. “yeah, she’s been waiting on me all day. good thing she’s too busy saving my ass at work to notice.”

it takes you a second, but when it hits, you roll your eyes.

“oh, shut up.”

he laughs, his smirk growing wider. “come on, i’ll drive you home. wouldn’t want my girlfriend to be mad at me twice today.”

as he reaches for your bag, he leans in and kisses you softly. the surprise catches you off guard. with a playful grin, he takes your bag and wraps his arm around your waist as you both walk out of the office.

“you know,” you start, half-jokingly scolding him, “you really should have thought twice about all the work you dumped on me tonight.”

“what can i say?” he replies, chuckling. “i’m a mean boss but a great boyfriend.”

"dump more work on me and i'll dump you."

hoseok tightens his lips and sighs. "no, don't do that... i'm sorry, babe. i'll be nicer the next time i ask you to do your job."

with that, you hit his chest. he laughs and pulls you close. together, you two make your way to his car where he opens the door and drives you home.

hoseok stays the night, over the moon to wake up and spend a lazy saturday with you.

come monday, he surprises you with a team of interns you have to interview.

hoseok [12:09pm]: i'm sorry babe hoseok [12:09pm]: my dad approved them all for an int,, i couldn't do shit abt it hoseok [12:11pm]: pls don't dump me hoseok [12:15pm]: i'm ordering ur fave lunch yn [12:17pm]: i'm dumping u after i clock out tn hoseok [12:19pm]: pls babe. no thank u :(

[agusrkive]

“D0 U WANNA SEE MY CAT?”

gone wrong

summary: woman faces the consequence of inviting an innocent guy into her house who just wants to see her ‘cat’.

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5

[sopebubbles]

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"Alpha," you moaned, low and quiet, with a breath-taking neediness that even Yoongi struggled to ignore.

"Fuck," he breathed as you nuzzled against his skin. Yoongi fought to keep a grip on his senses. "Why the hell did you bring this fucking omega here?" He groaned and forced himself to pull his hands away before he could get caught up in your smell. He wanted it covering his skin. He wanted it all over him like it was all over Jungkook.

"What else were we supposed to do? Just leave her there?" Jimin knew it wasn't the greatest idea, but you were in a crisis, and any port in a storm would do.

"No," Yoongi groaned, hanging onto the edge of his sanity by his fingertips. "Who would even let an omega out of their sight in a state like this?" It was unfathomable, unconscionable. Even now Yoongi's instincts were screaming at him. Get her inside the house. Get her in the nest. Protect omega. Breed her. He forced himself to take several steps away from you and gulps of what he hoped would be fresh air. Just enough for his rational brain to remind him that he could not and would not breed a random omega he just met. No matter how good she smelled.

Jungkook couldn't help but feel a little grateful he hadn't been an alpha. It wasn't the first time he'd thought so, but watching the elder male struggle now, he was keenly aware of it. "Jimin, go calm Yoongi hyung down before he mounts the poor girl."

Yoongi let a low growl start in his chest and neither of them were sure if it was toward Jungkook or the image his words conjured. Jimin obeyed and went to pin Yoongi between himself and the wall of the house. Jimin's lavender had never been strong, but he did his best to exude as much of the calming scent as possible, and Yoongi buried his nose against Jimin's scent gland until he was able to think more clearly.

The front door was yanked open, revealing the pack's other three alphas, and one very annoyed omega. From the doorway, all Hoseok could see was Jungkook, and all he could smell was your heat-sweet scent coating the beta's body.

"What the hell is going on? And why the fuck do you smell like another omega?" Hobi demanded.

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[i-am-baechu]

♡ Summary: Yoongi is working on his project for his class but with the help of Y/N, it becomes easy 

♡ Pairing: Crush situation: Non idol! Yoongi x Reader 

♡ Rating: Pg - 14 

♡ Genre: Fluff, romance, and angst

♡ Author’s note: This is a deleted scene from my one-shot Bad Boy! 

“Why don’t you do it like this?”

Yoongi sighed and leaned against his computer chair as Namjoon frowned, “Namjoon, I've tried it but it doesn’t good.” 

Namjoon sighed and took a sip of his coffee, “Dude, you need a break. You’ve been working on this non-stop for a week. Let’s go to a cafe or something.”

Yoongi sighed and glanced at the time to see it was almost ten at night. He spent the whole day here and he didn’t even realize that. He sighed and stood up from his chair, “Fine let’s go.” 

Namjoon smiled at this and gently rubbed Yoongi’s shoulder, “Finally you listen to me. You need food, you’ve been working too hard.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and let out a small chuckle, “Are you my girlfriend?” 

“I’m your father, let’s go.” 

The walk there was quick. Yoongi knew there was a cafe by his apartment but he never cared to go to it. It was just a cafe, nothing special. He opened the door and his eyes widened when he saw Y/N behind at the register. She was wearing a long-sleeved white turtleneck with gold hoop earrings, so simple but so beautiful in his eyes. Namjoon smiled proudly and looked at Yoongi, “She gave me a discount, that's why I said we should go to a cafe.” 

“So you're cheap?” 

“Hey, I'm a college student. Let me live.” 

Yoongi continued to stare at Y/N until she looked up. Her eyes widened with shock but excitement slowly came forward, “Oppa? Yoongi? Welcome to My Universe, isn’t it kinda late for you guys?”

Yoongi went to open his mouth but Namjoon stopped him with a scoff, “Yoongi hasn’t eaten anything all day. He’s been working on his project for his class.” 

Yoongi watched Y/N’s head snap at him and shook her head, “Yoongi, that’s not good. You should always make sure you are healthy.” 

“Well, that’s why I have you to remind me.” 

Yoongi continued to stare at Y/N until she looked away and pointed to the menu, “W-We have tea and coffee. Yoongi do you want coffee?” 

Yoongi shook his head at this and glanced at the menu, “What’s your favorite?” 

“Eh? My favorite...it's an English Fog with an extra shot of milk. I know you don’t-”

“I’ll have a medium, Y/N.”

He sent her a smile and she nodded her head. He really wanted to say that he wanted to try because she loved it so much and if she loves it then he's going to try to love it too but the words never left his mouth. The only thing he could do was give her a smile. It seems like that's all he can do for her these days. 

“Y/N, can I get that croissant?” 

“Yeah, neh Namjoon. Heejin-unnie, stopped by and asked me about you. Why haven’t you messaged her?” 

Namjoon froze in his spot and Yoongi couldn’t help but laugh at him, “It’s because Namjoon has been helping me with this project.” 

Y/N nodded her head and entered stuff into the register. As she did this, Namjoon turned towards him and mouthed thanks. Y/N looked up and Yoongi couldn’t help but feel his chest feel lighter, “This project sounds exhausting Yoongi.”

“It is.” 

“What's it for?” 

“Music.” 

She nodded her head and handed their receipt to them, “I know you can do it. Your songs always sound amazing. Don’t force yourself to work, it’s not good.” 

He nodded his head at her, not knowing what to say. He felt flustered at her words. They were so simple but to him, it meant the world. Her gentleness and pureness were rare, especially in his world of darkness. It made him question, did he deserve it? Did he deserve her caring for him? She didn’t need him in his life. He was just trouble while she was the answer to all things. 

They sat by the window as Yoongi watched her make his drink. She pushed some hair behind her ear but one strand seemed to escape her fingertips as it framed her side profile. The lowlights of the cafe showed off the softness of her skin as her lips shined. He shook his head and turned towards Namjoon, “How long has she been working here?”

“She’s been working here for months. You never saw her?”

“I told you I never go to these cafes.” 

Namjoon glanced at Y/N and smiled to himself, “I’m proud of her. She’s saving up for this microscope thing. She also told me she wants to get me something.”

“That sounds like Y/N.” 

“I can’t believe you never saw her. You need to get out of your apartment more.”

“I guess you're right.” 

Yoongi heard footsteps and looked up to see Y/N but she seemed upset. Yoongi watched her place the cup on his table and she went to leave but he grabbed her wrist, “Are you alright?” 

Y/N glanced at him and sighed, “My coworker said you never called her back.”

Shit. “Why are you upset?”

Y/N gently moved her hand out of his grasp and shook her head, “No reason. I hope you like the tea. I added something else to it, I wanted to see if you can guess it.” 

He glanced at the cup and then at her, “I’ll tell you when I figured it out.” 

She nodded her head and she glanced over her shoulder and then back to him, “Is she the girl you slept with when you were late for oppa?” 

Yoongi glanced at Namjoon who was chuckling at the integration. He won’t be of any help. Yoongi sighed and cracked his neck, “Things happen Y/N. It was just a one-time thing with her, don’t worry about it.” 

Y/N shook her head at this but she accepted it, “Fine. Tell her that then.”

“I will.” 

He watched Y/N walk away and he sighed to himself. He took a sip of his tea and his eyebrows furrowed at the taste, “Wipe that smirk off your face.”

Namjoon shrugged his shoulders and took a bite of his croissant, “You're never nervous. Why were you nervous with Y/N?” 

Because she makes me feel and this feeling is terrifying, “Because she’s your little sister. She’s asking me about my sex life.”

“Everyone knows you're a player.” 

“She doesn’t need to know that.”

“Why?”

Yoongi glanced at Y/N who was cleaning her machine and wanted to yell out all these compliments but he would never say them to her. He glanced back at Namjoon and chuckled, “Because she doesn’t need to know that stuff.” 

Namjoon nodded his head and glanced out the window, “Any ideas for your song?”

“Not yet.” That’s a lie but it's a love song for her...

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The next day, Yoongi came back to the cafe to see Y/N reading her textbook. He smiled to himself and sat across from her. She was so engrossed with her reading that she didn’t even notice him. He let out a small chuckle and she looked up with wide eyes, “Yoongi? What are you doing here?” 

“Just wandering around.” 

Y/N nodded her head and glanced down at her papers, “Still having trouble with your song?”

“Yeah.” 

Y/N collected her stuff and smiled at him, “Let’s take a walk around the park.”

He raised his eyebrow and glanced at the other workers, “Don’t you have work?”

“I don’t work today. I came here to study.”

“Nerd.”

She let out a small laugh and shook her head, “I am and I accept it. Let me put this in my locker so I don’t have to carry it.” 

“Give it here.”

“Huh?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and took her bag from her, “I’ll carry it.” 

“Are you-”

“I’m sure.” Let me do this for you...

“Okay, let’s go see the pond. Maybe we’ll see birds floating,”

“Whatever you want.” 

The two walked towards the park and he watched her from behind. He couldn’t help but let out a small laugh when she petted a small dog. The owner was telling her about the dog but Yoongi didn’t care about the small cute creature. His eyes were on another cute creature. The walk was peaceful as Y/N explained to him about her studies. He wasn’t really listening but seeing her excited about something was worth it. 

The two sat on the bench as Y/N looked at the pond with a soft smile. Yoongi couldn’t help himself from glancing at her. He watched her arms gather goosebumps and knew what he had to do. He slipped out of his jacket with her bag next to him. He slowly draped his jacket around her and she looked up with her wide doe eyes, “This is your second time giving me your jacket.” 

He shrugged his shoulders and continued to look out into the pond, “You needed it, again.” 

She nodded her head and he glanced at her. She was staring at him with a look he didn’t understand. She always looked at him like this but he could never figure out what it meant. He watched her move towards him and she placed her head on his shoulder. His eyes widened at this and gave her his full attention. Her soft hair was touching his pale skin and a simple touch didn’t mean much to others. At that moment, it felt like pure electricity. 

He swallowed his spit and wrapped his arm around her, bringing her closer to him. The two sat in silence as the water made their song with the birds being the main vocals. It was peaceful. He leaned against the bench and started to think about his song. This is it. This is what he needed. 

“Neh, Yoongi.”

“What?” 

“What’s your song about?” 

You. “The project was about something sentimental.” 

She looked up at him as he was already looking at her, “What did you pick?”

“Something special.”

She rolled her eyes and he smirked at her, “Obviously but what?” 

“That’s for me to know.” 

He came home after he dropped off Y/N. She begged him to tell her his topic but he didn’t budge. It was embarrassing for him to tell her. Anyone would be embarrassed if they saw her doe eyes. He closed the door and leaned against the door as he stared at the ceiling with a frown. These feelings were getting too much for him and there was no one he could talk to about it. He glanced at his laptop and rubbed the back of his neck. At least he had his computer to hear his feelings. 

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

“Mr. Min, this song was filled with emotion. I’ve never seen this much from you.”

Yoongi nodded his head and took the rubric out of his professor’s hand, “Thank you.” 

“I want to see more emotion from you, okay.”

He nodded his head and headed out of the classroom with a blank expression but it disappeared when he saw Y/N leaning against the wall. He raised his eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest, “What are you doing here?”

She looked up and gave him a small wave, “I knew you had music today...I wanted to know what your song was about.” 

He rolled his eyes and let out a small chuckle, “You're always determined.” 

“Of course I am. Can I read it?” 

Yoongi sighed and nodded his head, “Sure.” He felt embarrassed but he knew that she would continue to ask. She was very determined and he knew this. If she asked, she just had to come up with a lie. He handed her the rubric that had his lyrics attached to it. She excitedly turned the page and he watched her eyes move with excitement but then she frowned.

She glanced at him, “It’s always been you. The moments we shared were pure, in my world of darkness it was the only pure thing within it. After all these years, it’s always been you. No one compares to you, maybe I truly miss my chance at love with you. I’ll say it now, I love you even to this day.”

He nodded his head avoiding her eyes, “Yeah...”

“Do I know this person?” 

Yoongi sighed and snatched the papers out of her head with his arm crossed, “Do you want to go to the ramen place?” 

“Yoongi, you're avoiding the question.” 

“They have chicken.” 

“Yoongi!” 

[abcdefgiloveyoongi]

You wanting a cat.

[purely-you]

Ugh pls help me.. again.

I was reading this ff about bff!jungkook helping reader get pregnant after her divorce with jimin BUT I LOST IT. IDK WHAT HAPPENED OR WHERE IT IS OR WHAT ITS CALLED

[lilmeowzsworld]

My Forbidden Desire

Teaser

pairing: jung hoseok x oc

summary: Kim Kyungmi's first day of college ends up being eventful as she discovers her brothers have been keeping a secret from her. Now, she has to juggle the responsibilities of a student and a sister of the Charmed Trio and live up to the family name. On top of that, romance is blossoming between her and a student she's paired with to help do an assignment.

trigger warning: none

a/n: This fanfic is a inspired by the original "Charmed" show from 1998. While I will copy some elements from the show, I will still try to work my way around them and make it as original as possible. All the credit goes to the rightful creator and I do not intend to claim any of the elements I use in this fanfic from the show as my own.

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As Seokjin's car pulled up to the bustling campus of the Korea University, Kyungmi's excitement mingled with nervousness. Seokjin and she stepped out of the car, collecting their bags with the essentials they needed for the day. Kyungmi took in the scene of students mingling with each other and pilling out of the building. Beside her, Seokjin offered a comforting smile, his hand resting on her shoulder. „Everything will be alright, you'll do amazing,“ Seokjin's voice was filled with confidence and pride for his little sister.

Kyungmi returned the smile, suddenly wrapping her arms around her brother. „Thanks, Jin oppa,“ Seokjin sighed with a smile as he patted her head lovingly.

As they made their way toward the entrance of the building, Kyungmi's heart skipped a beat when she spotted her best friend waiting for her near the entrance. His familiar smile filled her with a sense of warmth and reassurance, easing the last traces of nerves from her mind. Kyungmi said goodbye to her brother before she rushed over to greet Jimin.

„Jimin-ah!“ Kyungmi exclaimed, breaking into a grin.

Jimin's smile widened as he enveloped her in a hug, his arms wrapping around her. „Hey, Mi!“ Suddenly, Jimin tensed in her hold and Kyungmi noticed. Jimin frowned when he felt something different about her, something present within her. Something that wasn't there last night when he had visited her at her home. Kyungmi pulled away from Jimin and looked at him, asking if he was alright.

His gazed lowered from her eyes to the silver pendant hanging around her neck. It wasn't something she had on her before, he would know as she shared everything with him, and vice versa. Well, he didn't share everything. Jimin knew what that sensation within Kyungmi he was feeling was, and now he was sure it had something to do with the pendant. A flicker of recognition crossed Jimin's features as he realized the significance of the pendant – the pice of jewlery that had held her powers hidden.

„Jimin-ah, are you alright?“ Jimin picked up on Kyungmi's worry and he quickly masked his true feeling with a small smile.

„I'm fine,“ he replied. „Just got lost in thought for a moment.“

Despite Jimin's reassuring words, Kyungmi knew there was more to it than he was letting in on. She knew him enough to recognize when something was bothering him, and this time, she couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something from her. Something having to do with herself and the pendant he had been staring at. She wanted to press further, to uncover the secret he's hiding, but she also knew that he would tell her when he felt comfortable with it. So, Kyungmi nodded and forced a smile onto her face. „Alright then,“ she said, her voice gentle. „Let's head to class, shall we?“

[cupoftaae]

BTS DRABBLE REQUESTS!! angst

I was looking through prompts online, I found some and twisted them a bit to make my own!

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PROMPTS- 1- "we're not just friends, and you fucking know it" 2- "please dont cry, I cant stand to see you sad" 3-"stay with me" 4- "if you walk out that door right now, dont even think about coming back, we are done" 5-"well..yell, scream, say something, say you hate me, anything" 6- "I hate how much I love you." 7- "I cant breathe" 8-"please....dont go, i cant be alone right now" 9- "and why are you so jealous?" 10- "I need to be by myself, without you, so leave." 11- "give me time, give us time" 12- "i'll wait for you" 13- "you are breaking my heart...and you cant even fucking see it" 14- "I just want you to feel safe when you lay with me at night" 15- "I hate you for what you did, I despise you, but what I hate more is that i'll never stop loving you, and I need to step away to fix it."

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Professor Jin

•Part 2•

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You walk towards your car, that’s parked on the parking lot. You open your car door and let yourself fall in the drivers seat. What did just happen? You made out with your teacher, on the floor, of the classroom. You sit there for 20 minutes, just to realize what just happend. Should you tell someone? No, nobody needs to know. You start your car and drive off, your chest is going fast up and down, you body is shaking. When you finally arrive home, you drop your body on the couch. This must be a dream, this can’t be. You secretly miss him, his lips and his body. No, you can’t think that, stop. You slap yourself on the cheek to calm down.

You should decide to take some sleeping pills, and forget everything. You go towards your cabinet in the kitchen, and you take a cup of water. You put the pill on your tongue and drink it away. You also drink warm milk, just to make sure. You walk half-asleep towards your bed, and it doesn’t take long for your eyes to close.

The next day, you wake up, and it’s 5 am. You want to wear something baggy today, something comfortable. You go to your closet and take some baggy pants, but a tight black shirt. You make your bag, and say your cat goodbye. Oh no, you forgot to drink coffee. Now ur actually going to die during class. On your way you stop at starbucks to get some coffee. And then you drive off again. When you drive on the parking lot, you see Jungkook. He looks a bit sad.

‘What’s up Kookie, why looking so moody?’ you ask.

‘You see, you know mine crush strawberry (Lisa), I hear her talking the entire time about that stupid teacher of ours.’ he says sad.

‘Is our teacher really cuter than me?’

‘No Kookie, no, don’t think that.’ You comfort him.

You both walk together towards our classroom. When the two of you walk in, almost all the girls are again sitting infront, also Lisa.

‘Are you kidding me?! I give up Y/N.’ Jungkook says.

‘Cool kids sit at the back of the class Kookie, cmon. By the way, it’s our teacher.’

‘You are right Y/N, let’s go.’ he says.

You guys walk together towards the empty seats of our class. You love how that there is a big window next to you two. Mr Kim is sitting at his desk. You see him glancing at you and giving you winks. You see more girls walking towards seats infront of the class. When the other boys arrive they are all seated around you.

‘Y/N, are you coming to this epic party?’ a boy asks, you think his name is Hoseok. ‘Here.’ he gives you the address.

‘Maybe, I don’t know.’

‘But it’s gonna be epic!’ Jimin says.

‘How you sure about that?’

‘Because theirs gonna be drinks? Duhhh.’ he says.

‘And there is gonna be music.’ Yoongi says. ‘But that’s kinda obvious, because it’s a party. You know.’

‘I will be there, dude’s.’ Jungkook says exciting.

‘Yeah Partayyy!’ Jimin says while sticking out his tongue.

When the lesson starts, all the girls are making jokes and laughing. Saying sentences like ‘are you single?’ or similar to that. It doesn’t annoy you, okay maybe a little bit. Okay stop the cap, it bothers you. But ofcourse you won’t show. Your still thinking about going to that party, because there gonna be boys. And maybe mr Kim wants a serious secret relationship or something you know? You don’t want to hurt him. After class, many girls are going to him with questions. And they are standing really close to him, but he doesn’t seem to back off you understand what I mean? Maybe he is just using you! Wait, no he wouldn’t do that, but it doesn’t look like that right now.

When Hoseok passes by, you stop him.

‘I am going to the party.’

‘Guys!! Y/N going to go to the party! She changed her mind! Your awesome!’ he says.

Mr Kim glances at you, and you smirk in a devilish way. When you walk out the classroom with Jungkook, he calls your name. You ignored it.

‘Y/N, mr Kim calls you.’ Jungkook says.

‘I know Kookie.’

‘So ur just gonna ignore ur teacher?’

‘He has enough company.’

‘Ur a badass Y/N.’ he says laughing.

When your out the building, Jungkook shouts: ‘Don’t forget 8 a clock, I’ll pick you up!’ ‘Okay Kookie!’

When your at your car, you forgot your car keys. O sh-. Now you have to go, but you really don’t want to. Just quick, just run in and out, doesn’t seem that hard. You run towards your classroom, and you see still some girls questioning him. You run inside to the back seat, and ur looking for ur car keys.

‘Are you looking for something Y/N? Need help?’

‘No thank you sir.’

The other girls left, and you were still looking for your car keys. You look over your shoulder, and mr Kim just stands there, and he looks at you with a smirk. Suddenly you hear someone stepping towards you, and you feel his hands around your waist. He rest his chin on your head.

‘What are you looking for?’ he smirks

‘Mine car keys.’

He suddenly holds your keys with 2 fingers infront of you.

‘You mean these?’

‘Thank you sir.’

‘Don’t call me sir, Y/N. You can call me Jinnie.’ that’s actually adorable. He turns you slowly around, and cups your cheeks.

‘Have I told you how beautiful you are?’

‘No, but you showed me.’ you giggle.

His face gets slowly closer and closer to yours untill you feel his lips. His hand goes behind your head, and his other hand on your back. His kiss is slow and gentle this time. He takes his time to deepen the kiss. He suddenly stops, and run towards the door to lock it. Then he takes you again in his arms. Your hands go in his hair. First it was a long make out session. But then it turned into something else. The next day people asked mr Kim why they heard so much noise out his classroom…

[purely-you]

loved it. literal chefs kiss 😘

idealizations concerning real life relations | jjk (m)

>>pairing:jungkook x reader / fuckboy!jk x hopeless romantic!oc

>>genre:s2l, fwb, smut, angst

>>word count: 40.9k besties i am so sorry

>>warnings: jk is so sweet, but also so evil lmao, oc lives in her little noggin, angsty fwb, drug and alcohol use, tattoos, multiple smut scenes that include: oral (m/f), fingering (f), light face slapping (with hand and cock??), praise, degradation, marking, dirty talk, so many creampies yum, multiple orgasms, kissing :(, cumming in pants :), probably more but i cant think of it, ok other stuff now, manipulation, infidelity, oc thinks jk is made of stars :(, jk thinks she is so pretty :(, misunderstandings, some fluff if you squint, brunette jk, blonde jk, n blue jk,  1 mentions of: howls moving castle, too many mentions of: stars, the color pink

>>notes: bruv i do not have anything to say for myself EXCPET that i worked v hard on her and i really hope u like it <3 beta: @birbdae​ tysm for dealing with this, she is long lmao >>> soundtrack

this is split up by seasons, so if 40k is a lot for one sitting, you can read one season at a time if that is easier :)

>>summary: jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return.

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[bluemari23]

bts and how they would love their plus size s/o

pairings: bts x reader genre: fluff, smut, warnings: suggestive but also more, face sitting, thigh riding, body worship, possessive jungkook, hobo is a boob man, mr tongue technology, masterlist

Namjoon

loves to kiss your stretch marks. like absolutely loves them. loves to trace them as well

"they give me a map to loving you"

insists on cuddling on the couch, knowing there isn't a lot of room so you have to lay on him

"it's okay, baby, come lay on me"

loves when you where his clothes, especially when you only wear one of his shirts (loves how they barely cover your thighs)

his favorite physical part about you is your thighs, they literally make him drool

"c'mere babygirl. let me help you" when he sees you struggling with your thoughts. he knows you constantly think you're too heavy or big for him. he's not having it

holds your hips and guides your movements as you ride his thigh. loves knowing he can make you cum with just his thighs, flexing it and holding you tight.

Jin

also a thigh man but for different reasons (kind of)

loves wrapping his arms around you and holding you from behind

loves to make new recipes for you to try and test out

loves that he can provide for you and your shared love of food

"just one more minute, baby" when you try to get out of bed but he isn't done cuddling you yet

will happily hype you up in new clothes

"world wide beautiful" is your new title

his love of eating translates to other things as well

"please babygirl" as he pleads for you to sit on his face

will happily die under your pussy and the way your thighs clench around his head when you cum

loves to take care of you and provide for you

Yoongi

doesn't take anyone's shit when it comes to you

very protective lover

don't have to think around him at all

will only do interviews with weverse if even one person does an unflattering article about you (will sue anyone and everyone)

at first you are uncomfortable with his constant touches and hungry gazes but then they become almost comforting

always keeps snacks for you two to share, especially tangerines

writes numerous songs for you

loves to hold you with his hand resting on your stomach (will rub at the stretch marks and whisper absolute desire in your ear)

loves to claim you in his studio, vocal about his desire and love for you

passionate in his body worship of you, especially when he finds out how much you love his tongue and how it feels on you

"feel so good against me, princess"

Hosoek

loves to dress you and help expand your fashions sense

is the one to help you feel more confident in your body and happy to show it off

loves when you come home and do a fashion show of him in your new clothes (especially when you buy some lingerie)

can't keep his hands off of you

ever

loves how soft your skin is and is constantly fondling your curves

wants to just hold your breasts in his hands

says his hands could be a better bra for you (hates how you end up with marks from the wires in your bras and how they hurt at the end of the day)

loves to just randomly nibble at your skin (thinks it looks delicious and loves the giggles you make every time)

"all of this, just for me" as he thrusts deeply into you, kissing at your breasts

Jimin

loves how warm you are and will always be found cuddling you no matter where you both are

finds you absolutely adorable and smiles wide every time you come into a room

loves to dress you up and take pictures of you (keeps you as his lock screen and home screen)

can get jealous when other people look at you

"say you're mine, baby"

is there to listen and help you with your own body image issues,

is always there to remind you how beautiful you are

is completely into body worship

"look so pretty for me, all dressed up like this"

would also love face sitting to be honest. like cannot get enough of the way you look down at him, pulling at his hair as you cum

Taehyung

thinks nothing of your weight until he sees you looking in the mirror, holding and becoming insecure over every one of your "problem areas"

will have nothing of you thinking you have problem areas

thinks you're a goddess

"all art work must be thoroughly examined to be fully appreciated"

will spend hours making you feel good and loving on each of you "problem areas" tell you each reason why he loves you

loves to see you in his jackets,

ends up buying matching outfits for you to wear out

will kiss you every couple minutes, just because he loves the feeling of your lips

Jungkook

would be the person to keep going to the gym for you

"I will always be able to carry you"

loves to manhandle you (knowing you get absolutely horny for him when he does so)

is possessive of you and your body

loves when you were dresses that are sort of revealing because it means you're feeling good in your body (and he's the only one who can touch you)

his favorite position is when you ride him so he can see all of you

especially loves watching your breasts bounce from each thrust up he makes

loves seeing his handprints on your hips or ass from you riding him

is also into body worship because he loves your body and just how perfect it is for him

"so perfect for me, baby. take my cock so well"

[deathbyyoongx]

stuck with you; part 1 — myg

╭ parts: 1, ...

╭ word count: 5.2k

╭ summary: After your best friend Hoseok told you you could stay at his place for two weeks, you couldn’t help but be more than thrilled. A studio in the middle of the city, away from home, and close to every club you loved to go to? It couldn't get much better than that. However, when you heard the news his roommate's plans got canceled, you soon realized you had to spend those two weeks together with none other than Min Yoongi. It wouldn’t have bothered you if you had to spend two weeks together with a hot guy, but unfortunately for you, you already knew Yoongi from high school. 

And he absolutely despises your guts ever since.

╭ pairing: yoongi x brat!reader

╭ genre: smut, just smut, okay maybe a bit off fluff, can't help it

╭ warnings: enemies to lovers, angry/stubborn yoongi, y/n is an aboslute brat but that's the usual in my fanfics, ex-friends from high school, he hates you but you don't really know why, back and forth bickering, drinking, hair pulling, name-calling, hate sex (?), spitting, hickeys, slapping, voyeurism, being stuck with a hot guy that secretly would love to fuck you for two weeks, ...

╭ author's note: I had to put some fluff into it, I couldn't help it. It's the hopeless romantic in me. Also haven't reread it (24/08) I'm tired.

btw, use InteractiveFics for a better reading experience ;)

“Are you sure about this, Hobi? I mean, the man despises me.” Today was the day you would stay over at Hoseok’s shared studio apartment. It was only a few rooms away from a full-on apartment, which you were not complaining about. The plan was, that both Hoseok and his roommate Yoongi would be on vacation, which meant that you had this lovely space all for your own. But of course, fate had other things in store for you when you heard that Yoongi’s plans got canceled. His friend got a bad stomach ache after eating at some shady place downtown, pity. If this news had come to you a few years ago, you would be more than thrilled. Yoongi and you used to be good friends in high school, so the idea of spending two weeks with him wouldn’t be anything to worry about. But ever since college…things changed between the two of you.

“Look, I promised you could stay over and you’ve already adjusted your schedule to it as well, so he’ll just have to get used to it. And besides, it’s not permanent, I’ll be back in two weeks. He’s usually in his room anyways, so he won’t be bothered by you too much.” Hosoek explained, trying his best to reassure you about the sudden change of plans. “Plus, he agreed to it so-”

“Yeah, when he was still planning to go on vacation himself. But none of us expected his plans to be canceled because his friend ate a bad lobster.” You felt bad for the friend, but at least the doctors said it would be alright. But still, now you were in this sticky situation.

“Yeah, that's very unfortunate.” Hoseok said pitifully. “Plus, how bad could it be” That’s when you both heard the sound of keys unlocking the front door, which made you turn your heads at the same time. While Hoseok didn’t change anything in his behavior, you on the other side tried your best to stay cool and not to think too much about it. But god, did this make you nervous. Especially since it has been a while since you’ve seen Yoongi. The last time you saw him, he was rocking that bowl cut, which did look undeniably cute on him, but that was already five years ago. Where did the time go? Now you were both in your early to mid-twenties, so you knew that he wasn’t going to be the same boy from before. So when the front door finally swung open, you were captivated by Yoongi’s change of appearance over the years. Fuck. He was painfully beautiful. He grew his hair out, and the back of it even touched his shoulders. He traited his bowl cut for a middle part, and fuck, did it look good. And even though he was only wearing a hoodie and a pair of jeans, you noticed how broad his shoulders had become. Yoongi briefly looked up, and that’s when he finally noticed your presence. It was of short due because your eyes only met for a second before he looked back down. “Oh, good. I was just planning to leave-” Hoseok quickly spoke to defuse the obvious tension.

“Enjoy your holiday, Hoba.” Yoongi quickly said before locking himself in his room. 

“Very bad, alright.” Hoseok looked at you, almost apologetic that this was the situation you had landed in. “Make the best of it.” Was the last thing Hoseok said before hugging you goodbye. He grabbed his luggage and headed out of the door. You just chuckled to yourself. If this is how Yoongi wanted to be me, let him. You were going to enjoy yourself, whether he liked it or not. 

Day one went by faster than you expected. The best option for you was leaving that grumpy man alone for the first day, letting him slowly accept the situation on his own. You just went to the bar with your friends, enjoying the fact that everything was so near to you now. You still lived with your parents, but you were slowly earning enough money to move out. It was just a matter of time. That’s why Hoseok did you the favor to stay at his place while he’s on vacation. He only suggested it because he knew Yoongi would be away as well, not knowing that his plans were short-due. Besides the fact that out of all people you were staying at their place, it’s the fact his expensive vacation got canceled that made him extra annoyed. Leading to situations like you bumping into each other, saying ‘hi’ to Yoongi, and him completely ignoring your ass. Nice. But today was day two. Another day of playing another game of: will Yoongi finally speak one word to me, or will he act as if I don’t even exist? Let’s find out!

So there you were, sitting on the couch Tuesday morning, eating your honey cereal as you were watching one of your favorite shows. The sound of Yoongi’s door opening up made your ears perk up, making you turn your head to the right to look at his sleepy figure walking towards the kitchen. "Good morning." You greeted, but without any luck of getting a greeting back. You child. “Hope you slept well.” You turned your head back to the television as you listened to Yoongi grabbing something out of the fridge and heading back to his room. “Great talk.” You said in a sarcastic tone, mouth full as you heard his door slam shut again. You knew he was a stubborn little guy, but you weren’t planning on giving up. Maybe he still needed some more time to cope. Yes, that’s obviously the answer.

[10:18] y/n: Joonie

[10:18] y/n: Wanna go on a coffee date with me?

Namjoon was one of your best friends, who is conveniently enough also friends with Yoongi. You could always go to him for advice or just a good time. I bet he knows what to do with Yoongi, right? 

[10:21] Namjoon: of course

[10:21] Namjoon: I’ll pick you up around 12

“I tell you Namjoon, he just fully ignores my ass whenever I’m there. It’s like I’m a ghost.” As soon as you two sat down in the little café down the street and ordered, you started venting your heart out about this whole ordeal. “I’m real right?!” You started poking his cheek, making him scrunch up his nose and telling you to stop. It made you giggle.

“I just think he needs some time…maybe. He really started disliking you ever since college, you know.” Whenever Namjoon talked, he sounded wise. Even though he wasn’t that much older than you, he managed to sound like he had years of experience. “I never really knew why though, you two seemed to be good friends before.”

You took a quick sip from your coffee and quickly regretted it since you burned your tongue. “I know right?! It’s super weird. Besides Yoongi, is Hoseok the only one who knows, but he doesn’t want to tell me.” You sighed out of defeat and a pout formed on your lips. “I don’t remember having a fight or saying something inappropriate to him, so I have no clue what the reason is.” You took a moment to think and recollect your memories, but there wasn’t one that could indicate the reason for Yoongi’s sudden hatred towards you. You graduated high school one year after Yoongi, you went to college, and all of a sudden he stopped replying to your texts and avoided you at all cost.

Namjoon softly smiled as he gently placed his hand on your arm. “I know he’s stubborn, but he can’t ignore you forever. You’ll get through him one way or another.” His words were warm and sincere, making you feel more at ease about the whole situation. “Besides, you’re stubborn too, so I know the only option is for him to talk to you eventually.”

His comment made you laugh, ‘cause you knew it was true. “We’ll see.” You sighed. “I just feel bad for him that he needs to live with someone that he heavily dislikes. I wanna make it up to him, you know? One way or another.”

Namjoon thought for a second, stirring his little silver spoon around his coffee cup. “Maybe Hoseok’s knows what to do? You can always text him, he won’t mind”

A hopeful smile appeared on your face. “You’re right, but enough about me! How have you been? I heard you started writing a new book, that’s exciting!” After college, Namjoon started writing books. His first one wasn’t as successful as he hoped to be, but he had not lost heart, and luckily for him his last release was a hit. It’s kind of impressive how fast he could come up with new ideas. He also had a very poetic way with words, so to you it was just a matter of time until he got recognized.

“It’s going okay. I have a bit of writer's block, but I’ll get through it. And coming out of the house is fortunately one of the key factors of breaking it.” He smiled, his dimples shining through. The sudden buzz of Namjoon’s phone caught the both of you off guard. He fished his phone out of his bag, letting out an annoyed sigh as he read the caller ID. “It’s Jungkook, this is gonna take a while, sorry.”

Of course. Jungkook, your mutual friend, was known to keep himself busy with things that he knew he shouldn’t. You were just wondering in what kind of trouble Jungkook got himself into this time. 

Day two wasn’t as successful either, but you weren’t planning on giving up. Besides, Yoongi and you used to be friends. Weird, right? Yeah, sure, it was high school, but you didn’t expect him to change his demeanor towards you that much. Besides, what could you have done to make him hate you so much? That’s why day three, you decided to ask for some help. And hey, the third time’s a charm, right?

[17:41] y/n: hobi istg this man doesn’t budge

[17:42] Hoseok: It's that bad huh?

[17:42] Hoseok: Maybe ask him to drink with you? I’ve never seen him say no to alcohol

[17:43] y/n: bet

Now you had a plan and all you had to do was wait until he got home. You just had to ask him to have a drink and he will finally be nice to you, easy right? So tonight, you decided to stay home, trying to socialize with Mister Grumpy. You were patiently waiting for him to get home as you were watching TV again. It was already 22:05, so he would arrive any minute now. So hearing the magical sound of the keys turning in the keyhole made you as ready as ever. “Welcome home, you wanna-”

“I don’t know why you keep on trying, but if it wasn’t obvious yet, I’m not interested in talking to you.”

Excuse me?! “Excuse me?” If Yoongi’s first sentence wasn’t enough to make you offended, his cold tone only added to it. Yoongi however, just ignored you again. He took his shoes off, took something from the fridge, and just went to his room again. You just scoffed before you yelled “Look, it’s only for two weeks. Then you’ll have your precious Hobi back.” But the lack of response made you even angrier. “It’s also not my fault your plans got canceled, so no need to be so mean!” You just pouted in your seat, not sure what your next move could be, if you even had that. Should you just ignore the fact that Yoongi was ignoring you? Absolutely not, you still had 11 days left with that bastard. So when day three arrived, you decided on a different approach. 

“Yoongi, can you-“ And with that, he closed the door in your face. Nevermind. You thought if you were more direct, he would finally be less of a jerk, but alas, you were wrong again. The weather seemed to be in your favor, however. It had been raining cats and dogs ever since this morning, meaning you were stuck with one another whether he liked it or not. You planned to stay in the living room for the entire day, so whenever he needed to leave to get something, he had no other choice but to be in the same room as you. But Yoongi wasn’t naive, he knew what you were doing. So this morning he grabbed enough resources to keep himself fueled for the day. The bastard.

But there it was, a sign from above.

It was already close to midnight when all of a sudden you heard a certain man curse every curse word you could imagine in the comfort of his own room. Not only that, but the living room light suddenly shut off, leaving you alone in the darkness with the only light source being the one from your phone screen. But before you could fully comprehend what was happening, Mister Grumpy had finally left his room. “Did you turn the electricity off?!” 

You couldn’t help but scoff at his accusation. “First of all, I don’t even know how to do that. Second of all, how dare you accuse me of such a thing! I’m not that desperate for a man's attention…” You nagged. “The power just cut off. I bet it’s from the storm from outside, but maybe you haven’t noticed it since you locked yourself in your room all day.”

“I have a window in my room you know-“ A loud thunder interrupted Yoongi’s sentence. “Jesus.”

You placed your phone away, looking sheepishly at Yoongi who was wearing an oversized black shirt and gray sweats that didn’t leave a lot to the imagination. “I guess you’re stuck with m-” But before you could even finish your sentence, Yoongi was already heading back to his room. Oh no, I don’t think so. You bolted out of your seat and jumped in front of Yoongi’s door, blocking his entrance. “Not so fast!” Even though his annoyed expression was enough for you to move out of his way, this was just a perfect opportunity that you couldn’t let go to waste. “You wanna drink with me?”

Yoongi scoffed at your suggestion, crossing his arms as he spoke to you. “Why would I wanna drink with you?” 

You forced a smile. “Because Hobi says you like drinking and we are gonna be stuck with each other for some time.” You explained. “Besides, because of the weather the internet is cut off. So I need some sort of entertainment.”

“So you only wanna talk to me 'cause you are bored.”

This bitch. “Ugh, stop being such a drama queen. You’re the one who keeps ignoring me.” How dare he imply that you were the reason you guys haven’t properly talked the last four days? “Now sit!” You said in a demanding way, making him well aware you weren’t planning on backing down tonight. Yoongi just did as he was told and placed himself down on the couch reluctantly. Pleased with your accomplishment, you quickly headed to the liquor cabinet, grabbing the first bottle that seemed decent to you. You placed it down on the coffee table, together with some glasses, but by Yoongi’s expression, you could tell he was not pleased.

“You got the wrong one.” He spoke softly.

“What?”

“This is the cheap alcohol Hobi picks for parties and stuff. Wait-“ You and Yoongi switched places, you sitting down on the couch and he headed over to the liquor cabinet. He rummaged through it for a few seconds, quickly swapping the previous bottle with another one. “Here, this is the good bottle.” As Yoongi placed the bottle down, together with himself on the couch, a good distance away from you, you couldn’t help but notice it seemed a lot more expensive than the previous bottle. 

“You ignore me for days, but at least I deserve your expensive liquor.” You say backhanded. It didn’t help the he-hates-my-guts situation, but hey, you couldn’t help it.

He just scoffed as he poured a drink for the both of you. “Need to enjoy a quality drink if I want to tolerate talking to you.” He handed one glass to you. “Here.”

“Ah yes, of course.” That made more sense. You accepted the drink, waiting for him to clink it. “To a lovely night.” You said, forcing a smile again. You noticed he did the same before you clinked glasses, simultaneously taking a sip from your drink.

By the way you scrunched up your face as you took your first sip, Yoongi quickly realized that you usually didn’t drink stuff like this. “Not used to the hard stuff, huh?” He said in a cocky manner.

“Absolutely not.” You said, face full of disgust. “But hey, if it makes you hate me less-”

“I don’t hate you.” Yoongi quickly added, cutting off your sentence. “You just annoy me.”

You just laughed as you took another sip. “I guess that’s something.” The more you drank from it, the better it got. “Why though? We used to be friends in high school, but ever since college you started to act…different.” Yoongi didn’t answer, all he did was shrug his shoulders before he finished his drink in one sip, quickly pouring himself another glass. He was hiding something, but you didn’t know what yet. “Fine, don’t tell me then.”

“The fact that you can’t remember the reason why, makes my annoyance to you even more justified.” Yoongi explained as he was swirling his drink around. “But I guess you do have a weird sense of memory. Like that one time, when you forgot what color rose I gave you, but you seemed to have remembered I cut off the thorns so you wouldn’t prick yourself.” He said slightly annoyed. “It was lavender by the way, but I also don’t think you remembered the meaning behind it.”

“Wait, you remember that?” After all those years, Yoongi still remembered that? It was a very early memory of you two, you were both 15 at the time. It was Valentine's Day at school, and since you knew neither of you would have a valentine, you decided to be each others’. He gave you that lavender rose while you gave him a weird videogame that he was into back in the day. You were slowly sipping that nasty drink Yoongi handed to you as your mind was lost in a sea of nostalgia.

He tried to brush it off, not acting as if it was anything special. “Just a random memory I have.” But he couldn’t. “Or maybe I just treasured our friendship more than you did.” There it was.

You forgot to tell Yoongi you were a lightweight, so the dramatic gasp you let out was partially that dramatic because of the alcohol. “That’s not true! You were one of my closest friends.” An angry pout formed on your face. “But then you started to act like a meanie.”

Yoongi couldn’t help but scoff. “Oh, I was a meanie?! You were the one that started forgetting about me ever since she got into college.” 

“Heh?!” You could feel yourself getting more drunk by the sip. “You were the one who started ignoring my texts!” Yoongi’s lips parted for a second, ready to snap back, before closing them again. He was saying too much. There was a reason for his change of behavior, but his pride was the reason he couldn’t say it. “Yeah, now you don’t know what to say, huh?!”

“Whatever.” Yoongi mumbled as he took another sip of his drink, finishing it as well, making him pour another one. He wasn’t planning on staying sober tonight, especially after exposing his feelings too much.

The alcohol was starting to get to you, because the longer you started at Yoongi, the cuter you found him. You also noticed his cheeks were redder than before, but you weren’t sure if it was out of embarrassment or because of the alcohol. Unlike him, you couldn’t handle your liquor that well, making you say things like “You know, you’d be a lot cuter if you weren’t such a dick to me.”

Yoongi stayed quiet for a second, swirling his drink again as if he were searching through all the possible comebacks to that comment. “I thought assholes were your thing?” He scoffed.

You tilted your head out of confusion, mixed with a pout on your lips. “What makes you say that?” 

“Well, by all the guys you’ve been fucking, I can tell there is a pattern-” 

“Are you slut shaming me, Min Yoongi?!” You gasped, a bit over the top maybe, but still justified. “Never expected that from you, I’ve never been so disappointed.” 

Yoongi’s face turned a pale white, not expecting for this conversation to turn out this way. “No, wait-” You crossed your arms and dramatically turned your head away from him. “That's not how I wanted to come across.” 

That’s when you started to overthink this situation, which made a grin appear on your face, making Yoongi even more concerned. “Wait…so are you being an asshole because you thought that was my type?” His eyes were wide and his lips were tightly pressed against one another. He truly didn’t know what he just got himself into.

“No, not like-”

“Waaait-” You moved a bit closer to Yoongi and words escaped your mouth before your mind could fully understand them. “So, you saw me fucking a bunch of so-called ‘assholes’ and thought, lemme do the same? Didn’t know you actually liked me that much, Yoongi.” You teased.

“I think you’re looking a bit too hard into this-”

“So you were not trying to be my type?”

“Not intentionally, no.”

“What if I said that you are my type though?” 

The words came out casually, but you didn’t realize how impactful those words were to Yoongi. “W-what?” he stuttered.

“And not because you suddenly became a dick to me, just for clarification!” You quickly added, we wouldn’t want any misconceptions. Maybe you shouldn’t have had that second glass, what even was that drink? It sure wasn’t anything like the cheap stuff you got at the bars. You looked up at Yoongi and you could tell the red of his cheeks wasn’t from the alcohol. “Hehe, someone’s flustered.”

Yoongi’s body language had changed, he wasn’t as relaxed as a few minutes before, which was understandable. He was more tense and you could tell he was nervous all of a sudden. “You’re just saying things now.” Was all he could say, almost like a defense, like he couldn’t believe you just said that, let alone mean it.

Your sudden laugh caught him off guard. “Why would I lie about such a thing? You know me better than that.” You looked up at Yoongi, his eyes almost as innocent as a deer. His gaze was fixated on you and even though his mouth was shut thigh, you could tell more than a thousand words were going through his mind right now. “Ah, you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed, Yoongi.“ You leaned in ever closer, surprising him with how little distance there was left between the two of you. 

He couldn’t help but look away, this was just getting a bit too much for him. “You don’t mean that.” He said under his breath.

You pouted again as your eyes were studying Yoongi’s features. The way his black hair fell, the fluttering of his lashes, the rosy color of his cheeks, he really was a work of art. “Maybe I can prove it to you?” Yoongi’s eyes slightly widened at your suggestion, making him turn his head back to you. It painted a smile on your face. “What’s going through your mind right now?” You teased, noticing you piqued his interest.

His breathing got heavier, and you noticed the quick glance he took at your lips before he fixed them back to your eyes. “The same that’s going through yours, I hope.”

A smirk formed on your lips as you looked at his. “Is that so?” Yoongi wanted to say something back, but he couldn’t. “Is that why you’re so nervous all of a sudden?” You moved your hands up to his cheek, slowly caressing it with your fingers. “Because a lot of dirty things are going through my mind right now.” Yoongi seemed to be starstruck, unable to make a move. “You really can’t find your words, huh?” That’s when you noticed…“But your little friend says more than enough.”Your eyes drafted towards the tent in his gray sweats, making you smirk out of satisfaction at the sudden surprise. You moved your hand away from his face, laying them down on his thighs. “Can I?” You asked as you slowly caressed your fingers on his thigh, just inches away from his ever-growing erection. Yoongi took a deep breath before slowly nodding, almost seeming like he was fighting himself to give in. His response made your eyes twinkle, and you moved your hands up to caress his aching bulge. Your eyes were still focused on his’ as your hands were doing it’s own thing. You loved seeing his reaction to you touching him. The look of annoyance slowly faded into pure lust. His breathing got heavier with every caress your hand made, making his dick twitch out of response. Yoongi’s eyes moved down at your lips, almost looking desperate to have them against his’. “If you want to kiss me, then do it.” You teased. You wanted him to give in to his desires. You wanted him to admit it to himself how much he wanted you right now. And oh, did it drive him mad. You could see the hint of frustration in his face, his pride and desires were arguing, but one was obviously the winner since it only took him seconds before he leaned in to kiss you. His lips hesitated a bit to move as they touched yours, but when you were the one to start the motion, he had no choice but to follow along. You felt his hand creep in around your waist, pulling you in closer. A raspy moan left his lips since your hands had found their way underneath his gray sweats. “Nice to hear you haven’t lost your voice.” You whispered teasingly.

“Shut u-fuck.” With circular motions, you spread his precum all over his tip before giving him a hard stroke. “Please, y/n-” You never expected Yoongi to moan your name so desperately, but here you were. The man who had been ignoring you for the last couple of days was now more than desperate for your undivided attention. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you pressed your lips against Yoongi again, the sweet taste of his liquor still lingering. For a brief second, you let go of his twitching dick, leaving the comfort of the couch to sit on the ground, just the right height for easy access. You grabbed Yoongi’s sweats at its hem, dragging it down, making his erection even more visible. You were surprised by his size, making you even more excited to touch him. Saying you never expected to be in this situation would be a lie since you’ve fantasized about it multiple times during your college days. But unfortunately for the two of you, that’s when Yoongi decided to start ignoring you…

Yoongi’s eyes were fully focused on you, admiring the view you had given him. You tucked your hair behind your ear before grabbing his cock by its base, giving it a slow lick from there all the way to the top, without breaking eye contact. You circled your tongue around his tip before fully taking him in, making him let out a long heavy moan, almost sounding like a sigh of relief. Your hand followed the motion of your lips, starting out slow. The sound of you sucking Yoongi off in combination with his heavy breaths filled the room, which for you, was music to your ears. Occasionally, he would let out a small whimper, making you ever so proud of what you were doing. Yoongi’s head was thrown back in his seat, unable to continue looking at you as his hair fell in front of his eyes. He was getting lost in the pleasure, moaning your name under his breath mixed with cuss words. You removed your lips from his cock, making him let out a moan out of reflex. You quickened the pace of your hand as you kissed the inside of his thighs, eyes fully focused on him. “Don’t stop-” Managed to come out of his mouth as his heavy breathing became full of moans, making it clear to you that he was getting closer. You wrapped your lips back around him again, making him let out a raspy moan. “Fuuuck-“ You felt Yoongi’s hand finding the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair, moving your head even further down so he could enjoy the gagging sounds you made. “Just like that.” Like the good girl you were, you went along with the pace Yoongi had set for you, not caring that the tears in your eyes were ruining your mascara. “You’re taking me so well.” You looked back up at Yoongi, noticing he had his eyes back on you. How could your eyes look so innocently up at him as you were absolutely ruining him at the same time? “Where do you want it?” The twinkle in your eye and the lack of response as you continued to suck him off made it clear to him where you wanted it. He threw his head back again and the subtle twitch in his legs made it obvious he was nearly there. “Shit-I’m gonna-fuck-“ You made it hard for him to speak as you increased your speed, making it all harder for him to suppress his orgasm. A raspy groan left Yoongi’s mouth as you felt him filling your mouth with white ribbons of his cum. The feeling of it against the back of your throat made you whimper for a second, but you tried your best to clean it all up. But fuck, was there a lot of it. You tried your best to clean every drop of Yoongi, and when his dick left your mouth, it was already turning limp. You couldn’t help but smirk as you wiped the excess off of the corner of your lips, enjoying the view of Yoongi being absolutely worn out. Yoongi gathered the last of his energy to sit up straight, leaning towards you to kiss you again. “I wanna make you feel good as well.” He whispered in between kisses.

A menacing grin appeared on your face, however. “Hmh, no.” You whispered back before pulling away.

“Wait, what?!” Your answer made Yoongi snap out of his high, not sure why you would refuse his offer.

You stood up from off your knees, feeling them being red from sitting that long. “Maybe if you’re a bit nicer to me the next couple of days, I’ll let you. But for now, no.” You said nonchalantly and full of attitude, even though this didn’t seem to be in your favor, ‘cause shit were you horny. You walked away from the couch and towards Hobi’s room. “Goodnight, Yoongi.”

Yoongi was dumbfounded and confused for a good minute, not sure what just had happened. All he knew was that he wished had made you cum first.

[bts-0t-7]

So What? | MYG | Chapter 6

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader 

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

WC: 2.6K

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @rkivemaar @bontensbabygirl @codeinebelle

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Hoseok ran his hand through his hair, sighing. With the bedroom door open, he could smell the spices Zurie was using to make dinner. He was tired and he hoped that Kwan-Mi didn’t mind running the shop along for a few days. He should probably go over and give her a helping hand. 

Hosoek didn’t know how temperamental Yoongi was. With no information about him, he truly didn’t know where to start. Perhaps calling Jiminie would be best. Hoseok dried his hair and threw the towel into the laundry bin. 

He made his way down into the kitchen, seeing Zurie stir the chicken broth. He slid his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. She replied with a light ‘Hmm’. 

“Has the cat come out of the sofa yet?” Hoseok asked. 

Zurie shook her head, silky golden ears flopping with the movement. “Nope. He is still there. Sleeping though.”

Oh. 

“I’ll save a portion of it for him later on.” Zurie sets the table. “Let’s eat first.”

Dinner was silent today. No usual talks and kissing. No loud laughter and banging of tables. “Maybe you should call Jimin Hyung. He is a hybrid doctor.”

Hoseok sighed. “Yeah, I already shot him a text but he’s a busy man. Jiminie has yet to reply to me.” Zurie leaned over the table and ran a hand through Hoseok’s hair, trying her best to soothe him. “Would you like to go over to Y/N’s house? You seem too worried for her and I’m used to you going over when she gets sick.”

A laugh huffed out of Hoseok. “That shouldn’t be a good thing.”

Zurie smiled. “But it is normal in our relationship. Normal and good, because I know Y/N needs someone there for her. That girl is always acting strong, just like you. The both of you are as stubborn as rocks. Acting as if everything is okay when it truly isn’t.”

Hoseok tilted his head into her hands as she massaged his scalp. “How’d you know, darling?” His words started to slur. Her hands were skilful indeed. One would think he’s the hybrid instead. Honestly, Hoseok didn’t care as long as he got Zurie by his side, he’ll fight flames and the depths of the ocean. 

“That cat, Yoongi? He’s just scared right now. I can scent it on him. He’s scared, brought to a new environment in such a hurry. I scent tears and fear and a hint of hospital antiseptic on him.”

That new revelation had Hoseok shooting up. “Wait what? Hospital antiseptic?”

Zurie nodded. “He…” She hesitated. “He went through quite a lot. I can scent things that may lead to certain assumptions but, no, he hasn’t come out so - no we didn’t talk, Hoseok.”

Hoseok shut his mouth quickly. “Yes, yes. Of course.”

Yoongi did not sleep well. Not that he wasn’t used to it. When he was on the streets, he hardly slept at all. Staying up was no problem for him but after the whole situation of him finding you running a high fever in the middle of the night, he was exhausted. He stayed up the whole night, wiping you down and forcing medication down your throat in hopes that your fever would not spike so close to haunting him again. 

He was not well-versed in the human body and medications but he lived with humans enough to know what they should eat and what can help. But, none of his past owners has ever had a fever spike higher than 39.8°C. Your fever spiked so many times, higher than 41°C. Yoongi had never felt fear like that in his life - not even when he was running away from his past owners or rebelling from the facility.  

For the whole night, Yoongi did not dare leave your bedside, afraid that your fever would spike so much that you would pass. His heart clenched at the thought of you not being there - not being here, in this world. Only a few months, but Yoongi didn’t know if he could live without your presence in his life. And that revelation itself scared him.

He didn’t want to dissect that information - didn’t dare to. He didn’t want to know where this information may lead him. 

Dangerous, dangerous places. 

Yoogni stretched his limbs when his stomach got too hungry to ignore. Might as well explore the place, he thought. 

Yoongi walked around the levels of the house, investigating the nicks and cracks. He walked until his stomach no longer screamed for food and he headed back to the sofa. Just as he passed the kitchen, he caught a scent of Hoseok’s hybrid - Zurie. But catching her scent didn’t make him fast enough to react. 

“Finally up, are we?” 

A hiss fell from Yoongi’s maw as he jumped a few feet into the air. He landed with his haunches up and fur spiking. 

“Relax, I’m not an enemy. I’m not here to capture.” Zurie looked down at him. “Here, change out and let’s have a talk over soup. I’ll heat it up for ya’.”

Yoongi eyed the hybrid suspectingly as she placed a set of male - oh, his - clothes on the floor. Yoongi pulled the clothes with his maw to the back of the sofa. He heard the beep of the induction stove as he pulled on the shirt. God, even the underwear? Yoongi’s cheeks blushed and his ears flushed pink. Okay, okay, just… get on with it. He left his little ‘hiding spot’, cautiously walking into the kitchen. 

A bowl of hot soup was placed in front of him. “Have a seat. I saved some soup for you.” 

His tail wrapped around his waist as his ears pressed down. He couldn’t trust her. Not yet. He couldn’t trust anybody but himself right now. 

“How are you feeling?” Zuire asked. “I understand the need to be with her right now but she needs some space.” Zurie sat down opposite him. “Y/N has a tendency to constantly overwork herself but she knows her limits. Furthermore, she’s in good hands. Seokjin was a medic before he started his own company.” 

Yoongi picked up the spoon and dipped it into the steaming broth. He stuck his tongue out to taste it before putting the whole spoon in his mouth. The air was silent and uncomfortable but Yoongi didn’t want to speak.

He finished the bowl of soup in ten minutes, standing up to wash the bowl when Zurie said, “Please, Hoseok is worried. You could at least answer the ‘How are you feeling?’ question.” 

Yoongi sighed internally. He just wanted to change back and go to sleep. “I’m fine.” He replied. He hesitated before asking, “How’s - How’s Y/N?”

Zurie got up from her seat, hands grabbing the empty bowl and used utensil. “Not much difference from when you left. At least that’s what Seokjin told us.” 

Zurie looked at Yoongi. He may look as if he couldn’t care less for you but his eyes betrayed all possible emotions. “Y/N will be fine. Just don’t get yourself sick or we won’t hear the end of it from her.” Zurie left him in the kitchen, still sitting on the chair. Yoongi sighed and walked out, going back under the sofa but this time, dragging the clothes under with him as well. 

Yoongi woke to the banging of doors. Heavy, rushed footsteps came over to the sofa peering down and scooped him right up. 

“FOUND HIM! I FOUND HIM!”

Yoongi hissed. God, it was so bright and loud. Couldn’t they have the hint that he just wants to be left alone to sleep?  

“YO, BRO! WAKE UP!” Yoongi peeked open an eye. What the hell does he want? He hissed his dissatisfaction. Could people around here not get the hint to - PUT ME DOWN! 

"Quick, quick." Yoongi heard keys and buttons as Hoseok carried him. He was bouncing as Hoseok ran, shoving him into the back of the car and speeding away. 

Wait… Hey, hey, hey - Stop!

"Dude, stop meowing. We're going back to your home. Seokjin is in charge of Y/N, she'll be fine."

In-charge? What happened? 

"Seokjin says that it is best if you were to be back home. Y/N could use some moral support."

The drive back was stiff, air-charging with a type of anticipation that Yoongi never wished to feel. People call him ruthless, always hurting the people around him. But was he really? Could he be better than his reputation for you? 

Yoongi's whimper alerted the dog hybrid in the front seat. "Why don't you shift first? It might be easier for Y/N when you reach home." Zurie proposed, turning to the back and giving him a set of clothes. 

Yoongi didn't understand what was going on. Nobody was telling him anything. Granted, he didn't ask questions either. It's better if he just went home and saw for himself. 

The moment Hoseok parked his car in the parking lot of your apartment building, Yoongi sprinted for the lift, hastily pressing the buttons. A duffle bag was taken out of the trunk of Hoseok's car and he slung it over his shoulders, rushing to the opening of the lift doors. 

Jittery was not a word Yoongi used often. Not as often since he grew numb to caring for people. He learned that it would only bring him more pain and dig a deeper hole down his aching heart of hope. So Yoongi closed himself off, acting more on the instincts of his animal counterpart than a human would. 

The moment he stepped into the house, he could smell all sorts of scents. Some scents were more familiar than others but his aim - was you. Yoongi all but ran to the master bedroom, almost ripping the doors right off their hinges as he opened them. Oh and how he wishes he didn't.

You were lying there, limp and pale. So grey that Yoongi thought you might have died. He growled. You were not okay and they lied to him. You were shaking, spamming, whatever. 

He couldn't describe the horror he felt when he smelt the strong stench of body fluids. Your natural scent was covered with a bitter taste. You shook so hard on the bed - a seizure, Yoongi soon realised. You were having a seizure. His pupils contracted as he prepared to lunge for you, only to be held back by a pair of strong arms. 

"It is only a fever seizure." The strong arms captured him in, keeping him locked and frantic. "Fever seizures don't leave damage. Y/N will be fine." 

Yoongi fought against that hold, wiggling and growling. 

“Let him go Jimin-ah.” Hoseok told the male behind him. “He just needs to be close to Y/N. He won’t hurt her.”

The pair of strong arms released him only a second later and Yoongi ran that short distance to your bedside, caressing your hair. Yoongi whimpered at every tremble your body shook with. Covering your natural scent was the cold, sickly stench that clung to your skin like your shirt that clings to your cold sweat. Yoongi took the cold towel from the basin beside your bedside table, soaking it in the iced water before carefully dabbing it on your forehead. He then slowly started to move down your body, wiping you off. 

“I know he wouldn’t hurt her. I wouldn’t have let him off so easily if I knew that he was unstable. It is my duty as his doctor to figure that out.”

Yoongi threw the heavy quilt onto the ground and brought over the light blanket you bought him, putting that over you instead. 

The boys in the room stared at the continuously moving hybrid, shocked by the way he oh-so-carefully moved around you. Nobody would have thought that the rough, temperamental hybrid that they met a few hours ago would have such a side to him. 

Seeing that you were doing fine in the hands of your hybrid, the boys left the room. 

“Jimin-ah, I didn’t know that Yoongi was your patient. You didn’t say anything about the doctor-patient relationship when I called you a few hours ago.”

Jimin sighed and pressed onto the pressure point at the bridge of his nose. “I couldn’t and I still can’t. NDA, remember? Whatever goes on between the both of us is confidential.” Jimin moved over to sit on the sofa. “But I also didn’t know that Miss Y/N was your friend.”

Hoseok sighed and joined him on the couch, leaving Zurie and Seokjin to adventure towards the kitchen, both of them hungry for a late-night snack. 

“Yoongi is a rare breed of cat - mixed, but rare. It is due to the work of technology - the merging of DNA that is never meant to be mixed. He came from the black market ring.” 

Hoseok shifted. “Wait, you don’t mean - the black market ring? Right?”

Jimin sighed wearily, shaking his head as he responded. “I mean exactly that, Hobi.”

Hoseok’s mouth dropped open as his head shook frantically. “We’ve been trying to track them down for ages -”

“I know.” Jimin nodded. 

“Wait. That means that new information in the file -” Hoseok groaned. “Oh for goodness sake! They could’ve just said it!”

“Maybe they didn’t as Y/N ticked the ‘no’ on the confidentiality form.”

“Oh.”

Silence spread around the air as the two males in the living room sat and processed the information they were just bombarded with. Seokjin and Zurie came back with freshly cut fruits. 

“How about the both of you just let your brains take a break?” Seokjin placed the bowl of fruits on the coffee table. Zurie went over to sit on Hoseok’s lap and Seokjin took the loveseat opposite the couple and the painfully-missing-his-wife trio. 

They sat in silence with the occasional sound of cutlery clinking and chewing of the fruits. It was so silent that they all jumped a good five feet in the air when the doorbell rang. Seokjin ran over to the door and opened it, revealing - 

Zurie ran over, crashing into the lady holding multiple bags. “Ji-Hyun!” Zurie was nearly buzzing with excitement at this point in time and her darling husband was pouting on the sofa. Hoseok was laughing his body off and her husband sat there, cross-legged and crossed-arms with a very prominent pout on his lips. 

Ji-Hyun hugged Zurie back as much as she could before moving over to the dining table. “Seokjin told me to bring over food and extra medication when I come over.” She carefully separated the food from the bags and placed everything out. Seokjin moved over to help her. 

“Go on. I’ll just put these where they’re meant to be.” 

Ji-Hyun stood at the head of the table. “Maybe I should just stay to tease him more.” She laughed. 

Seokjin bellowed out laughter. “Yah, just go. His pout is going to stay even more permanent if you don’t.”

Ji-Hyun thanked him as she moved over to her kid-man of a husband. She fluffed his hair as she said, “Hello, darling.”

“Hello, darling.” Jimin mimicked her and Ji-Hyun kept her lips tight, trying hard to not laugh. After a few seconds, Jimin untangled his arms and wrapped them around her. Jimin sighed as he pulled her closer and snuggled into the fabric of her clothes. “Hello, mate.”

[cryinginmyroomsposts]

Where there's Sunshine, there's Midnight Rain

Pairing: Idol!Hoseok x Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of struggle, fluff, established relationship, no mentions of reader's gender.

Summary: J-hope is sunshine in human form, but that makes him the midnight rain too. A short imagine of the reader helping Hoseok understand this.

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Another night, tossing and turning alone in a big bed. Waiting.. hoping, for the one who is the hope for a million people around the world. Another night spent reaching the cold side of the empty bed, staring at the sky counting down the minutes till daylight, sighing endlessly. Another night hoping hobi would return to you.

He's been home for a week since the tour but he hasn't been home since then. Even the bags were dropped off by his manager, who has visited three times since to collect the things he needed. As far as you knew there was no comeback anytime soon. There was effectively no requirement for him to stay over at the dorms at least for the next two weeks. Especially when he has a home studio set up in the house you both had bought together and decorated.

His not being home has become a routine, a habit even- albeit an excruciating one. What hurts more is the silence, even when on tour he texts or calls at least once a day. Sighing you open the same old chat to see the latest message from a week ago, the same text you have seen a million times till now.

Boarding the plan home. See you soon.

You scroll up the familiar chat screen and see that the messages become less expressive as the tour progresses. You also remember how the news articles and fan tweets raved more about J-hope the idol’s brilliance on stage at the exact same time. Another pattern you are used to, for every emoji his messages as j-hope had, Hoseok's messages became curt and to the point.

Once again, this isn’t new to you or him. In fact, you both met at the peak of j-hope and the absolute low of Hoseok. You might not have been a die-hard fan of the group but you knew enough to know j-hope was not the same shy, anxious and silent Hosoek you’d met by chance in that café. The contrast between who he has on stage and the person you grew to love were stark opposites. Not that you never saw the sunshine hobi, but he was present almost in equal parts as the Hoseok who walks around with a cloud on his head.

But Hoseok never went silent on you in this way. He might be verbally silent for days or weeks together but expressed his feelings in other ways. This time he was completely absent and that simply wouldn’t do. You gave him a week to himself and he still hasn’t returned home. This will simply not do.

And that’s how you find yourself at the door of his studio, at 2 AM, covered in layers of jackets and holding a bag of the dinner you’d made him today- just like you have done every day the past week.

You hesitate outside the studio, looking intently at the door as you contemplate knocking. You know he’s there, instinctively and also because you asked his manager. Huffing out another deep breath you knock on the door.

Silence.

That’s all there is for a minute before you try to open the door yourself, surprised to find it unlocked. You enter the room which reeks of the familiar scent that screams everything hobi- sunshine, flowers and carefree happiness, only to find your boyfriend curled up on the couch hugging his knees with his head down. You close the door slowly and go near him, he's shivering. The sight of him shatters your heavy heart and you reach out to caress him.

"hobi...", your voice comes out as a meek plea.

He shudders for a second and lifts his head up to look at you. His eyes are bloodshot, his usually plump cheeks stained with tears and his heart-shaped mouth in a frown. You drop to your knees and hold his face in your hands, helping him look at you eye to eye. His eyes immediately dart down and he lowers his knees. Just as he can try to push you away you sit next to him on the couch and turn him towards you. You hold his hand with a grip that tells him that he cannot run anymore.

"Please leave me alone." He begs, more tears streaming down his exhausted and ashamed face. You offer him a smile, not one of pity or empathy, just a smile of love.

"You had enough time. I won't let you hurt on your own."

Your voice comes out harsher than you intended but it works as he looks up, eyes now curious. In that second of pure vulnerability, he looks like a child. You reach out and wipe those damned tears away from his face and he leans into your touch.

When he talks again his voice cracks, "I knew I would end up hurting you eventually."

"You didn't hurt me hoba." He looks at me pointedly, "Of course, I did... look at us. I spent a week in the studio because I am too fucked in the head to be with you. All the other guys went home and are happily resting with their partners and I left you alone after months of being away... all because I feel like a fraud. Because I can't figure out why I am this way and why I never have any of me to give you. When I should be giving all of me to the one I love with my whole heart."

By this time he is on your lap, your fingers running through his hair, his hands holding your other hand for dear life.

"Everyone is a little messed up in the head. But it is even harder for someone like you who spends all his time giving every bit of happiness and kindness to everyone around you." You hear him sigh and he starts drawing patterns on your palm as you do the same with his scalp. "I don't really do all that you know..", he sounds unsure and you sense the venom of self-hate dripping in his tone.

"They call you human sunshine for a reason hobi."

He freezes in place for a second and nods slightly. You pause for a minute to look at him, really look at this exhausted, loving human who does so much for everyone around him and so little for himself. He notices the long pause and starts with his patterns again on your palm and settles on your lap. You realise that he needs to see himself for all he is and accept all that as it comes. And you hope he will let you stand with him the whole way.

"Hobi, you are human sunshine. I know it makes you happy to make everyone smile, to take care of your brothers and friends. I know you love being the reason to light up someone's day and being their hope. I also know that you do that because it's what gives you hope for yourself. But...". You pause to gauge his reactions but he shows none and taking that as a good sign you continue.

"But the thing is you are not sunshine... you are human. To be human is to understand that where there is sunshine there is also midnight rain. The more you give, the more you need to. To be sunshine is to burn yourself for others and that is not good for you. So it is okay for you to take your time. To soak in your rain, to be silent and just receive. It's okay for you to rest and pause... Hobi, it's okay for you to receive my love and happiness so that you can give it back tenfolds. You are human and you need your own dose of sunshine too."

He looks up at me with wet big eyes, this time the heart-shaped mouth turned upwards. He slowly gets up, never letting your hand go and moves closer and pulls you in a hug. He holds on to you until there is no space between both of you and rests his head on your shoulder. You reach out one hand to caress the back of his head and hold him by the waist in the other hand.

Time ceases to move as you both sit there, him slightly whimpering into your shoulders and you trying to ease all the pain from him. Hoping that the personification of hope himself will learn to accept himself- one deep breath and a tear at a time. Hoping that he can learn to embrace the rain that follows Hoseok by being the sunshine that j-hope is.

[justanotherstarlightmonger]

Helsinki Chapter 12: Help me forget.

Helsinki syndrome is a term sometimes used incorrectly in place of Stockholm syndrome. It’s use in literature is often ironic and deliberate and literally means when a captive refuses to cooperate with their captor.

Summary: A war of wits does have some rules too. But if one party refuses to acknowledge the sacred rule of leaving family out of it, the other must retaliate stronger to quell any such advances for the future… Or at least that’s what Min Yoongi told himself when he abducted Kim Namjoon’s younger sister. That was before he realized that this elaborate game of chess didn’t have just two players and before he had promised Namjoon he’d keep her safe, But also before he realized that one month was enough to leave his whole life in chaos.

Genre: MAFIA AU, slight yandere themes, smut, a happy sprinkling of fluff/comfort, and a truckload of ANGST.

WARNINGS: SMUT (marked, if you want to skip), dom Yoongi, sub reader, slightly bratty reader, sexually frustrated reader, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (DON'T DO IT, YOONGI PULLS OUT), marking, Yoongi being a fuck lord as a side hustle I swear, over stimulation, multiple orgasms, I think OC might have blacked out at the end, Don't worry there's heart melting aftercare. 

Pairing: Main pairing: Mafia!MIN YOONGI X READER

Others include: Collegeboyfriend!Hosoek x reader + Mafia!Taehyung x reader + Kidnapper!Seokjin x reader.

Word count: 5k words

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A/n: Welcome back to the land of Mafia Min Yoongi. To thank you all for sticking with me, I bring you 5000 words of straight filth 🤭 I'm coming back with a bang and I'm not mad about it. I have missed my babies, and my readers so much, and I'm hoping I can be more regular and responsible with this series this year. I love you all so much!

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Jin’s curved fingers traced their way up your arm as you flinched under the unwelcome familiar touch. You struggled to move, willing, no, begging your body to spring into motion. But it refused, stuck in some imaginary bounds that your resolve withered away against. 

You tried to speak, to call out in a situation you couldn’t move in. But who were you supposed to call? In the very back of your mind, you knew that there was a certain person who’d come to you immediately. All you had to do was call out for him. But what name were you to use for this mystery man? What was his name? You wracked your brain. 

All the while, you felt your body going limp, the foreign hands on your airway squeezing, squeezing. When almost the last of the life drained out of you, realization hit you. There was no person to call out to. 

“Yoongi!” you shook yourself awake to the name that had evaded you in your dream for so long.

“Yoongi?” you called out again. You were back in the faintly familiar room in the penthouse. What had happened? Was it all actually a dream? Your fingers ghosted over the place his fingers had maimed you, and found little crescent marks on your sore skin. There was no way it was a dream. 

You swung your legs off the bed, stumbling to your feet as a wave of dizziness hit you. But you clutched onto the nightstand, refusing to go back down as you shut your eyes and took a few steps towards the door. Your knee bumped into the bedframe, and a string of colorful curses formed in your brain. 

You peeked from underneath your lashes, the door was right there. You had to see Yoongi. The panic in your heart would not settle down until you did. Just a few more steps.

But you didn’t need to take even one more, as the door opened at that moment, a wide eyed, disheveled Yoongi standing in the way.

“Y/n…” he began, undoubtedly to scold you.

“Shut up. Get over here.” you beat him to it, planting your hands on your hips as you fixed him with a cross gaze. 

“Wha-” Yoongi tried protesting, but his legs were already carrying him to you. “What is it?”

Wordless, you raised your hand to his face, faltering for a second before you decided to let it rest on his shoulder. Yoongi’s eyes followed your movement, a little confused, but patient enough to wait till your hand sat on his shoulder. “Are you okay?” he asked, his tone much softer this time around.

“I had a nightmare.” you said, still not meeting his eyes. Instead you found yourself looking at his soft lips. 

“Oh?” he didn’t know what to say to that. He had nightmares, of course. It was a given when you did the things he did. But he had always told himself to suck it up, turned to the other side and fallen asleep again. “About what?”

Your finger traced upwards softly, stopping just at the collar of his shirt, toying with the button there, still not meeting his gaze, the feeling of his warmth under your hand serving as the anchor you needed.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” you whispered, pulling yourself closer to him, just an inch, just enough to feel him slightly. 

You felt his hands skim up your hips and grasp onto your waist. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he reiterated.

You met his gaze, a thousand questions clouding your gaze. What had happened? And more importantly why had it happened? “Where were you Yoongi?” you asked him. You weren’t accusing him of anything. But you did want to know. You wanted to know why he had left you alone like that. You felt your stomach turn at the very thought of what would have happened if Yoongi hadn’t showed up the moment he had. “Where were you?” you repeated.

Yoongi felt something crash around him. Your soft expression and meek voice held no hostility to him. He knew he deserved more than just the weak question you had posed, yet his heart thudded as if he had just stepped on an active mine. Where had he been? Why did he always have to be at the wrong place when it came to you? Why hadn’t he been at the supermarket when you bumped into Seokjin, and why hadn’t he been the one in the car instead of Taehyung? Why were you always in dangerous or upsetting situations because of him? Were the two deals worth a few millions more precious than you? 

“I’m so sorry y/n.” his reply seemed choked, the questions in his mind making it hard to speak.

You shook your head. You didn’t want to hear apologies. You were done with him apologizing for everything. Why would he let things like this happen?

Yoongi felt panic claw at him. What did that silent gesture mean?

 But the real panic set in when you removed your hand from his shoulder and took a step back, pushing his hands to fall back empty at his side.

“Y/n, wait. Don’t do this.” He pleaded.

“Don’t do what Min?” you tilted your head to the side. “What am I doing? Other than being the smallest, most worthless pawn on the whole chessboard, what is it that I’m doing?”

“The most worthless pawn?” Yoongi scoffed, moving towards you, his hands reaching for you. You took a tentative step backwards. “You’re really thick if you think you’re worthless after all that’s been happening.”

Your eyebrows shot upwards, your insecurities creeping in as if the panic you were already in wasn’t enough. You didn’t know what to do. This was all so overwhelming. You just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry yourself to sleep and hope that this was all a nightmare.

You sat down on the bed, leaving Yoongi to tower over you, wondering how he could fix this. He had never wished he had more people skills. For him, brutality and force had always gotten the job done. But he wanted to be gentle to you. Comfort you because he could see you were hurting.

But then you gave him the opening he was looking for. You patted the place next to you, wordlessly asking him to sit with you. He didn’t waste a second more, and was next to you immediately.

You looked at him, face serious and stoic. “I don’t think I can keep picking myself up like this Yoongi.”

He nodded. He understood. It was his job to keep you safe, not yours. Not for now.

“I’m scared. Every day I’ve been with you, I’ve been scared. I’ve even been scared of you. Terrified. And that’s not gone yet. But you have bigger evils behind you. And I can’t handle all of this. I’ve never had to…”

Of course you hadn’t had to. Your brother would rip out the eyes of any dangerous person who’d stumble your way in a 3 mile radius. Well, except the time he didn’t and here you were.

(SMUT)

“Tell me how to fix it.” Yoongi said softly.

You had no answer to that. But you wanted to do something. Anything. Your dancing gaze came to rest on his lips again. “Can I kiss you?” you asked, apparently out of the blue.

That was definitely not the answer either of you expected.

A flash of the memory of your lips against his own, in the untroubled sanctuary of Taehyung’s mansion replayed in his mind, and Yoongi was kissing you as if his life depended on it.

You were eager as him, moving your lips in sync with his, moulding against him like second nature.

There were his hands again, warm against your skin, caressing your hands, giving comfort the only way he knew how.

You sighed as you pulled away, letting yourself linger in his closeness for a moment longer, the fire that had just started raging in your stomach not letting you go too far.

But when Yoongi’s delicate lips chased after yours for the first moment when you pulled away, your resolve left you and you were clutching his collar, pulling him to you again. This time you were more demanding, the dance of your tongues adding to the rhythm of your lips. Your fists still strong in his shirt and your lips demanding dominance.

Yoongi let you take the lead, ever the gentleman, as he occupied himself in pulling you onto himself as best as he could with only his sense of touch to guide him. You did the rest, scooting into a more comfortable position as you pulled yourself onto his lap, your mouth still occupied.

His firm hands kneaded the flesh at your hips, pulling you impossibly close to him. You broke away, gasping for breath, regarding his pink face and lidded eyes.

You wanted him. In this moment, it was impossible not to.

His eyes met yours. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he whispered, still giving you a way to back out.

You nodded. You wanted this. You knew it.

Yoongi nodded along, bringing his hand to cup your face, smiling softly at the way you leaned into his touch.

He took charge then, gently guiding you off his lap and onto the bed, till you were lying comfortably on your pillows and he was hovering above you.

“I want you to shut off your brain and focus on me okay?” his voice had a way of getting deeper when he was turned on.

“Okay” you whispered.

“Good girl.” He bent down and pecked your lips, sending a little shiver of want through you.

“Arms up.” He said, guiding your dress off you, leaving you in your undergarments under his heated gaze. His hands wasted no time slipping underneath you and unhooking the bra sliding it off your arms. His hands cupped your breasts as you swallowed, eyes following his hands, his beautiful hands on your body.

Once in a while, you’d look up at his face and heat would pool to your core at how dark his gaze was.

“Does this feel good?” he rasped.

“Yeah…”

One of his hands came higher, caressing the sore marks on your throat. Before you could flinch away, his warm mouth was on them, kissing the very spots Seokjin had abused. The added tenderness made you sensitive enough to shudder underneath him as his deft tongue came in contact with the bruises, licking them and soothing them with kisses.

“Yoongi…” you breathed, the fresh smell of his hair filling your nose. You swallowed.

He didn’t answer, choosing instead to hum against your neck. “Ohhh” you gasped.

The tingles in your body were running rampant. You wanted him in other places. And you wanted him now. But he seemed determined to take his time. You tilted your body slightly to feel where his legs were, and felt one of his thighs between your legs.

Jackpot.

You squirmed a little lower so that his thigh was resting right against your sex. One more lick against the newer bruises Yoongi was biting into your skin had you grinding against his clothed leg.

Yoongi let it slide the first couple of times but when your grinding turned rhythmic and desperate, he growled and pushed off you, leaning on his arms and fixing you with a stern look.

“Be patient.” He almost scolded.

“I can’t!” you countered.

“You will.” He commanded and his hand pushed your chin upwards, his thumb putting the slightest of pressures on your windpipe.

Your body reacted in two polar opposite ways. Your eyes shot open in fright, but your pussy just got impossibly wet, to the extent you had to clench your thighs together, cushioning Yoongi’s leg between them.

“It’s okay.” He realized he had scared you, “It’s me.” He kissed your forehead, hand still holding your face the same way, “I won’t hurt you.”

His reassurance had your heart fluttering. He wouldn’t hurt you, you trusted him. You nodded.

 “I know.”

“Now be good” Yoongi said, as he traced his previous path, going lower till he was nestled between your breasts. You let out a breathy laugh as his breath tickled your sensitive nipples. You felt him smile against your skin before he began his new mission of marking you up between your cleavage. It felt different here, not nearly as wild. Maybe because he himself was much slower, taking his time. Or maybe because since this was somewhere that hadn’t already been abused, your heart wasn’t beating in panic.

But it soon got too much again. You were trying to be still, trying to focus only on his lips and tongue on you. But the lust was too much. You needed friction against your core and you needed it now.

“Yoongi please.” You whimpered.

Yoongi tsked and looked up at you. “What do you want now, kitten.”

You scoffed. As if he had given you what you wanted last time. “You know what I want.” You breathed. He shook his head. “Do you know what I do to impatient, needy brats?” he asked.

You gasped. Did he just call you a brat? When you were being so good?

“What?” you challenged.

“I make them beg for it. Do you wanna beg for it?” he asked sweetly, his fingers tracing pointless little butterflies on your tummy.

“I’m already begging.” You rolled your eyes.

Yoongi laughed at that. That wasn’t a good natured laugh at all. That was more of a challenge. You shivered. “We’ll see about that.” 

And his lips were on you again, taking one of your hardened nipples in his mouth, sucking and flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

You arched your back against him. This was cruel. He was cruel. 

But you would be lying if you said it wasn’t the best you had felt in days.

He alternated between your boobs for what felt like an eternity, until you were moaning his name under your breath so much that you were convinced that was the only word you knew.

There was no way this wasn’t affecting him. You realized, you could just reach down and…

“Don’t even think about it.” Yoongi bit your nipple. You yelped.

His hands clasped around your wrists and yanked them up above your head. “You really are a brat.”

“How did you…” you argued.

“Shhh.” He crashed onto your lips, invading your mouth immediately, stealing away your ability to talk and your breath. You shut your eyes and let him ravage you till you couldn’t breathe. You clutched onto his shoulders, your nails biting into his soft skin. He pulled away.

“The only thing I want to hear from that pretty mouth is my name.” 

You blushed. How was he having this effect on you?

You nodded, speechless. He smirked. “Good little pet.”

You clenched around nothing at that. But you knew by now that if you let him know how badly you wanted him, he’d postpone it till you were crying. To be fair, you were almost crying even now. Only his periodic praises and kisses were holding you together.

Yoongi was satisfied with playing with your breasts now. His hands held onto your hips as he pulled you lower towards him as he sat up. He lifted your legs, caressing your calves and tracing the well defined muscles that showed how much you walked. He was mesmerized by the soft skin and the hard muscle it hid. 

Everything about you fascinated him, even the little gasps you took as he tickled the skin behind your knee.

He finally got higher, to your thighs, leaving tender kisses on your inner thighs. It was equal parts torturous and pleasing. He was so close to where you wanted him. There was no way he didn’t see how wet you were, your panties were practically soaked.

You gulped, clenching the sheets tightly. He had to have mercy by now. He had to.

As his hand ghosted over your damp panties, a rogue little sigh of satisfaction left your lips and your stomach clenched.

“Oh…look at my pet being such a good girl.” He cooed. You moaned. You were at your wit’s end.

Yoongi chuckled darkly. “Let me see.” He said, hooking his thumbs in your panties and sliding them off. You lifted yourself up on your elbows to look at him, the cool touch of the air and his breath on your heat feeling heavenly soothing.

“Pretty girl.” Yoongi kissed your outer lips. You threw your head back, fire spreading up your body. “Oh Yoongi…” you breathed.

The iron knot of self control in Yoongi’s mind was a blessing for him. Because there was no way he would last if he let his body take control, not with his dick throbbing every time you called out to him. Next thing he knew, he was making out with your pussy, his tongue slipping inside you, your taste overwhelming all his senses.

All his foreplay had already wound you up so tight. So when the warmth of his mouth engulfed you, you felt like you’d combust.

You trembled in his hold. “I’m not gonna last.” You told him.

“That’s okay kitten.” He reassured you. “You can cum.”

Words seldom had such explosive effects on you. Unless they came from Min Yoongi’s silver tongue. You felt the orgasm creeping down your spine. And when he hummed on your clit, you came all on his tongue.

Your body’s alarms went off when he refused to stop. Your fingers threaded in his hair, tugging it slightly to tell him to slow down. To no avail.

When your legs began to shake and the pleasure turned to oversensitivity, you called out to him. “Too much Yoongi.” You mewled.

“Now, I just got started.” He looked up at you innocently, your arousal glinting on his lips. Your stomach lurched. What?

You lost sense of time and direction soon after that. All you felt was the cool air fanning you and Yoongi’s fingers inside you, stretching you out and filling you up. You came around his fingers twice, every time easier than the last.

As you lay on the bed, arms sprawled above you, utterly exhausted and sweaty, Yoongi sitting between your legs, admiring the sight in front of him, you tried to will yourself to sit up. 

To be the brat again.

But you were ruined. There wasn’t an ounce of energy in you.

You heard his belt buckle clinking and heard a zipper being undone. Your eyes widened as they met his, the realization that he had been clothed and restrained all this time hitting you like a truck.

“Can you take me?” he asked you softly. Your sex hazed brain went into overload at that. All you had felt were his mouth and his fingers and you had ascended halfway to heaven. You wondered what his dick would feel like. You wanted to know what it’d feel like. You found yourself nodding eagerly.

“Aww, eager little baby. And here I thought you’d be too tired.”

You shook your head. “I can take you.”

“Of course you can.” He aligned his leaking, sensitive tip with your even more sensitive entrance, making you wince slightly at the sensation.

He slipped in, facing almost no resistance, owing to the three explosive orgasms you had earlier. Your warm, wet hole embraced him and moulded around him, the new stretch exciting you. You clenched around him.

“Ease up kitten.” He guided you softly, pressing kisses against your swollen lips, till he felt you relaxing around him. “Good girl.” He breathed, and began thrusting.

He set a fast pace soon enough and there you were, being jolted up against his body as he leaned over you. Broken moans were all your raw throat could form, tears slipping past your lashes as the pleasure overwhelmed you again.

“Please please please” you cried, clenching and rippling around him, somehow already on the edge again.

“You asked for this didn’t you baby?” he mocked.

“Yes…” you moaned, wrapping your legs around him.

“Then let me hear you.”

He kept his pace consistent, his dick hitting all your sweet spots, his slick skin sticking to yours, his breath fanning over your face as the ethereal picture of a sweat soaked Min Yoongi leaned over you.

“I asked for this…oh fuckkk. I-I---- ahhhhh” you came around him again, too numb to register the jolts of electricity that shook you, only feeling the daze in your mind when you couldn’t formulate words anymore. “I asked for this” you whispered against his shoulder.

Yoongi felt you constrict around him so hard, he slipped out of you. He chuckled a little, and pushed back in, the gasp you let out, having him twitch inside your sensitive hole.

“That’s right pet, give me one more. You can give me one more.” He coerced

“I can’t…” you cried.

“Oh but you can. You wanted this.” He said gently, cupping your cheek as he continued hitting your g spot.

“Yoongiiii” you groaned, no idea why you were calling out to him as if he wasn’t literally inside your guts at this very moment.

“One more and then we can rest.” He promised you, too invested in the whole game. Too addicted to how you held onto him, and clenched around him, too addicted to the way his name sounded from your lips.

He pressed you into the mattress, holding onto your hips, fixing them against the mattress as he focused on his own pleasure now. He had to finish soon, he could see you were barely hanging on. It wouldn’t be hard, as his stamina was ebbing away by the minute.

He fucked into you, slower this time, hitting deeper, hearing you clearer, before he felt the knot in his stomach tighten and he knew his orgasm was coming. That’s when he went fast again, holding onto your hips, admiring the purple flowers blooming all over you. You looked like a mess, a hot, fucked out mess, squirming underneath him and taking him so well. His breaths shallowed and an evil idea came to him before he could finish.

He teased your clit just a little, and you jumped, wide eyes capturing him.

“Cum with me, kitten.” He pleaded, pulling you impossibly closer, lifting your arms so you rose up to meet him. He wrapped his arms around you, holding your spent body against his chest so tenderly, that you couldn’t help but get whiplash, as he vibrated your clit, his hips slamming into you to chase his own high.

There wasn’t a question about the fact that you’d cum for him in seconds if this continued. But you couldn’t care less. Sex had never felt this good to you. You kissed the column of his neck, holding onto his shoulders as he pounded into you. You tilted his head towards you, meeting your gaze. 

"It feels so good" you whispered, pulling him to you, kissing him and taking him completely by surprise. "You make me feel so good" you whispered against his lips, stray tears breaking through your lashes. 

Yoongi's eyebrows shot up, his hands rubbing your back as you grinded against him weakly, the friction of your bodies adding oxygen to the flames.

"Good girl, doing so well for me" Yoongi praised in your ear, leaning back on his arms now that he knew you could hold yourself up.

 A little scream of oversensitivity shot through you as he brushed your g spot in the new angle. It was definitely too much. 

Only the adrenaline fuelled by Yoongi's grunts was keeping you awake, otherwise you would've passed out. 

But you knew he was close, his twitching inside you told you as much. "Cum for me Yoongi" you pleaded, surprised that you could still speak. 

Yoongi moaned, lunging forward and grabbing your shoulders, pushing you back on the bed and lifting your hips off the bed, taking over again. It didn't take more than a few pumps to send you off the end again, nearly screaming this time as you fought to bite your tongue and hold onto his hands. 

You faintly heard him groan and you registered his weight shifting off of you as he pulled out. By the time you came back down, you registered a warm, sticky something on your stomach and ragged breaths above you. 

You caught your own breath, chest heaving as Yoongi calmed himself for a moment. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ SAFE TO PEEK NOW!

In a fleeting moment, you realized whatever had been bugging you, had slipped out of your mind. You frowned, which had Yoongi frowning. His index finger tilted his chin upwards. 

“What happened?” he asked softly.

“Nothing.” you shook your head, reassuring him, the exhaustion creeping up your legs slowly.

“Okay” he smiled at you, pushing himself off you to kneel on the bed. “Don’t fall asleep on me, I’ll go check if we woke Taehyung and run you a bath.”

TAEHYUNG! Taehyung was probably in the next room. You turned beet red and groaned. How could you forget he was in the house? You hadn’t been silent in the least, there was no way he hadn’t heard. This could not be happening. You pulled a pillow from under you and smothered yourself with it. Yoongi chuckled at your flustered state. 

“Tae sleeps through hurricanes. We’re okay.” he said.

“There’s no way he slept through that.” you groaned.

“Hey.” he laughed again, “I said I’d go check. Wait for me kay?”

You nodded, wordless and embarrassed beyond belief.

Yoongi straightened his unbuttoned shirt and did a few buttons, before he cleaned himself and tucked himself in. He gently cleaned the mess he had made on you before leaning over you, pushing the pillow off your face. “It’s really not that big of a deal y/n.” he tried to reassure you.

Of course that’s what it seemed to him. He didn’t know that Taehyung had confessed to you. You shuddered to think what he’d feel if he had an inkling that you were fucking his older brother after rejecting him. You nodded to Yoongi’s benefit and cupped his cheek. “Come back soon.”

He nodded, kissing your lips chastely before straightening off the bed and making his way out the door. 

Mortification held you in a vice grip for almost five whole minutes as you strained your ears for any signs of a conversation you could hear and catch on to. But there were no voices coming from anywhere in the house. Maybe the walls were thicker than you had anticipated.

The exhaustion came back. Your thighs hurt, your hip hurt even more. 

You curled into the sheets that were in a disarray, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. Surprisingly, they smelt faintly like Yoongi. Or maybe his scent still lingered in your nose because of how he had crushed you against him just moments ago.

Heat rose up your cheeks as you smiled like a love sick teenager, snuggling into the sheets, feeling your heartbeat coming back to normal. 

Yoongi peeked into Taehyung’s room. He knew his brother could sleep through natural calamities, but he was still checking for your sake. Your red face flashed in front of his eyes as he smiled fondly at how cute you were.

Next, he made his way to the massive washroom his bedroom boasted and got the water running for a nice warm bath. He even added a few bath salts that he had somewhere in his cabinets and added the soap for bubbles. The bathtub was massive, but Yoongi didn’t use it much. Whenever he was here, he had always opted for a quick shower between the few hours he’d spend at home.

 This might as well be the first time he looked around the bathroom and realized how impressive it was. He nodded in satisfaction to himself, letting the water run as he made his way back to your room.

The sight that met his eyes nearly made him coo. You were wrapped up in the sheets like a little burrito, the pillows tossed off the bed onto the floor and your cheeks smushed against the mattress, your eyes shut and chest rising and falling softly. Yoongi could have sworn he was quick, you must have been really tired out if you had proceeded to immediately pass out.

Still tingling at how devastating you looked, he tip toed closer. “Y/n-ie?”he called out. No response. You really were out cold.

He made up his mind, leaning over you, he slipped his arms under your soft, sleeping form and lifted you up into his arms. You stirred, whispering something.

“It’s just me, kitten. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He said.

“Sleepy.” You mumbled. And then your arm came up around his shoulder and you snuggled into his chest and Yoongi nearly dropped you. 

“You smell nice Min” you breathed against his skin and blood thundered in Yoongi’s ears. He was sure you could feel just how frantically his heart was beating, but you didn’t show any sign of amusement.

He silently made his way back to his own room, and debated if he should lay you down in his bed till you were ready to get up, but if the peace with which you were pressed against him was any indication, you could sleep the night away. So he just made his way into the bathroom, met by the sweet, refreshing scent of the bath salts and soap.

The bath tub was nearly full, as he called out to you.

“Baby, wake up.”

“Mhm.” You said hoarsely. Yoongi felt your lashes flutter and he saw you open your eyes groggily, taking in the vicinity.

“I’m gonna put you down now okay?”

You nodded, pleased that you were covered in the sheet you had fallen asleep with.

Yoongi lowered your bare feet onto the cool tiles of the bathroom. The feeling was a nice wakeup call, and when you registered how gently his hands held you up as if you couldn’t carry your own weight, the rest of your senses kicked back in.

“Taehyung?” you asked.

“Sleeping like a baby.” Yoongi confirmed.

Relief.

You turned to the bath, as Yoongi leaned forward to shut off the water, pleasantly surprised by all this aftercare.

“Are you gonna join me?” you asked mischievously.

“Would you like me to?” his answer was ready.

You shrugged. “Maybe.”

Yoongi melted. How were you this cute?

And that’s how you fell asleep once again, body relaxed in the wonderful warm water, as Yoongi’s skilled, soft hands worked away the tension in your muscles and cleaned you.

Yoongi couldn’t bring himself to wake you up again, so he simply collected you in his arms again, after laying some towels on the bed, and dried you off, pulling them out and tucking you into the duvet, before collecting a pillow for himself and making his way to the couch at the base of his bed.

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Treasured Hoard: Part 5

Part 4

Description: Dragon Hoseok! You’re spelunking when you come across a dragon, and suddenly your life is a lot more complicated as he adds you to his hoard.

Warnings: Not really

Posted: 03/15/2023

Tags: Dragon!Hoseok, Shapeshifter!Hosoek, Hoseok X Reader

Mostly Fluff: 1,186 words

“I’ve got bad news,” Hoseok said, as if that hadn’t been obvious by his bringing you a whole net-full of gifts on top of taking you outside for most of the day.

“Okay?”

“I have to go to a clan meeting. My kin-clan. It’s best if I don’t bring you. I’ll be gone until the evening of day after tomorrow.”

You blinked at the book in your hands. “Oh. That’s….”

“A long time. So, I was thinking, while I was gone…I’d leave you a way to get in and out of the cave. Just in case of an emergency.”

Your chest tightened, and you couldn’t seem to draw a full breath. Two weeks of trust-building while making trips outside. Two weeks of barely leaving his sight when among the plants and trees and sunshine.

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