#like are you new here?? are you so unaware of where Yoongi comes from and who he is a lyricist??!

[mooniekive]

Went on Twitter and had to leave cause I was getting heated

[redrose10]

Hi i had this idea of a short oc and idols BTS. Where they meet during the concert prep and OC is super strong and can whistle like a pro. Not the normal whislte though the one with fingers and is very loud

Here you go! I hope this is okay.

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It was coming towards the end of your first week as a member of the styling team for BTS. Between having to lay out the clothes and help dress seven members for multiple performances, interviews, fan meets, photo shoots, and TWO music video shoots you were exhausted. The stress of all of this was starting to get to you. It didn’t help that the boys seemed to like to give you a hard time. A showing of love and acceptance according to one of the more senior stylists, but you saw it as they were testing the waters to see just how much you’d let them get away with.

Lucky for them you were pretty easy going and had more patience than most.

That’s why you didn’t even flinch when Jungkook “accidentally” popped off two buttons on his dress shirt five minutes before an interview causing you to sew so fast the needle pricked your finger countless times.

Or when Hobi stole all of your style plans and turned them into little origami swans leaving you having to guess who was wearing what to where for the whole day.

OR when Taehyung sat there watching and even recording as Yeontan happily chewed away on one of Jin’s shoes he needed for a photoshoot leaving you to have to run to the nearest store to purchase a new pair in panic.

You kept reminding yourself that today was the final day and then you were off for a few. The boys just had this final interview which should be easy enough to get through so you put the finishing touches on their outfits before standing back admiring your work. They could be annoying, but damn they were handsome.

Then you saw it. Their manager walked in carrying trays of drinks and bags of donuts as a quick breakfast since they’re all that was open. You looked at the boys standing there in their crisp all white outfits and your heart stopped.

Jungkook picked up a donut that was particularly heavy on the chocolate frosting and he smirked in your direction as he took as big a bite as he could. Frosting falling to the floor.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Namjoon going for a jelly filled one. It seemed like it was in slow motion, but you watched as a little glob of raspberry jelly fell from the donut landing directly in the middle of Yoongi’s thigh leaving a bright red stain. He jumped up waiving his hands trying to find a towel, but in the process knocked over his iced americano causing the liquid to spill all over the back of Jimin who was sitting on the carpet next to him unaware of what had just happened.

Jimin jumped up thanks to the ice cold drink running down his spine. Thinking that Yoongi dumped the drink on him on purpose he grabbed the nearest donut he could, a strawberry filled with pink frosting and sprinkles, and smeared it all over the front of Yoongi’s shirt.

Before you could even react Yoongi grabbed a drink from the table, matcha of course, and tried throwing it at Jimin. But thanks to Jimins quick reflexes he ducked, the drink completely missing him and instead landing all over Jin’s white pants.

Today was supposed to be easy. Today was supposed to be simple. You’d had enough of these guys shenanigans and were tired of them making your job difficult. You were going to set them straight.

All seven members were bickering back and forth. The other stylists trying to do damage control and save what they could. You on the other hand took a deep breath before placing two fingers in your mouth and whistling as strongly and loudly as you possibly could. Something you’d learned from your mom when you were younger.

Immediately everyone in the room froze and looked at you with wide eyes. “How did that sound come out of her? She’s so tiny?”, Jin whispered.

Jungkook gently placed Yoongi back on the floor, Hobi dropped the cinnamon sugar donut he was trying to stuff into Namjoon’s mouth, Taehyung smacked Jimin’s hand away when he tried to dump the last little drop of coffee onto Jin. Bang PD even sat up a little straighter.

“Alright listen. I’m done playing these games. You are all grown men so start acting like it. No more making things difficult or I swear on everything that I will make you regret it. Because I will spend every day hoping and wishing that each one of you wakes up feeling like there is a pebble in your shoe. Whenever you walk anywhere there will just be a tiny little annoying feeling on the bottom of your foot, but when you take off your shoe? Bam! Nothing is there. But you will still feel it.”

Jungkook started to snort at your odd threat, but Yoongi quickly smacked his shoulder to shut him up.

You continued, “Understood? Good! Now let’s clean up and then remove any of your clothes that are stained and we’ll replace them with what we can. There’s only fifteen minutes until your interview so let’s hurry up.”

As quickly as possibly the boys cleaned up their mess while the make-up artists and stylists tried to salvage what they could.

Thankfully the interview went great. The guys looked presentable. Not what you’d imagined, but not the worst you’d ever seen them look either. The guys all apologized for the way they had been acting and promised it wouldn’t happen any more. They even had dinner delivered from your favorite restaurant as a peace offering.

As you were packing up the last of your belongings and making your way to your car you found a very disgruntled looking Namjoon standing in the hallway. He had two fingers in his mouth and was blowing so hard you thought he might pass out. When he noticed you giving him a concerning look he awkwardly chuckled, “Y/N, please teach me how to whistle like that. That was amazing. I could really use it. I’ve been trying for hours, but I just can’t get it.”

You giggled before motioning for him to follow you offering to give him a lesson.

[bonny-kookoo]

Yoongi

Remember to Forget [Intro]

He praises your work, he boosts your name in the charts, he asks for a song together with you. It would all be perfect; if he wasn't what you feared most.

Tags/Warnings: androphobia (fear of men), mentions of past emotional and physical abuse, medication, panic attacks, insecurities, miscommunication, eventual romance, soloist!Yoongi

!! This work is the rewritten version of an old intro I had. I wasn't happy with it however, so here's the 'new' version. All past warnings for potentially upsetting content still apply, however.

Length: 1.5k words

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Music hasn't ever been your first choice when it came to your future career. And even now, five years in, you don't necessarily think of yourself as a musician at all. It's just a hobby on the side for you- and it will stay that way, considering you can't really ever give concerts, no matter how many people would visit it.

So you'll continue your life like this- working from home as technical support for a company that doesn't mind your issues with human interaction, earn your regular salary each month, work on music as a hobby on the side, earn a little from that, and take care of the occasional foster dog here and there.

It's a quiet, uneventful life. And you like it like that.

But it doesn't seem like you'll continue on this path, as your phone keeps buzzing, loudly announcing message after message while you're under the shower, unaware until your phone inevitably falls from the side of the sink into it, clattering loudly as it moves around. As soon as you get out and dry yourself, you spot it where it's still occasionally buzzing- and after unlocking it, it's clear what's happened.

Your blood runs cold. Agust D had not only posted a simple Instagram story- but he's mentioned and tagged you in a screenshot of him listening to your most recent song on Spotify?

Of course that would blow up as it does right now- follower count rising on all social medias, good and bad comments flooding in. It's scary how quickly that flood is waving over your existence on the internet, like water through a sieve there's no holding back at all. And it gets worse once you notice the first messages come in- one of them from his account personally. It's a simple message. Obligatory compliments about your work, mentioned surprise of your lack of fame in the industry, and the question to possibly work together on a project in the very near future.

You're not sure what to say about that.

Agust D had been quiet for a little while, but that hadn't impacted his career at all- he was a massive name after all, able to produce the perfect song for people far away out of his own comfort zone. There was nothing he'd touch that would ever truly 'flop'. But watching him on videos, shorts on tiktok, clips of his past concerts and behind the scenes content he'd upload occasionally, you just know there was no way to work with him. He is a man that needed to get to know the people he'd work with at least by meeting them once. He is a guy who got most of his inspiration from meeting people. He's a man that-

He's a man. And that alone makes you too anxious to reply to his message.

And far away from you, in his own apartment, Yoongi re-reads the messages he'd sent, over and over trying to figure out what he might've worded wrongly. He'd messaged the right account- you had no company you worked under, after all, no management because it was truly only you and no one else. You handled your entire career, so there was no one else he could talk to in regards to his offer- or more so request- to work with you on his newest project.

Usually, he gets a reply instantly, no matter from whom he'd message- but its been days by now since he'd sent it to you, and he just knows you must've seen it, considering how the news outlets online had been picking apart the simple short instagram story he'd posted. Like vultures with the chance of new prey they had dug up anything they could about you, frustration evident in not only the reporters but also fans and others curious about you, because there really wasn't much to find. And he'd cleared up on a livestream he'd done recently that he also didn't joke about genuinely enjoying your music, despite the rather contrasting genres. He'd also taken the chance to tell his fans to stop the rather impolite digging in your backyard, so to speak. If you didn't want certain information out, you'd have your reasons.

Maybe you just didn't want to work with him? He sighs to himself, leaning back in his office chair, crossing his arms.

Of course that's a possibility, and he doesn't usually beg for anything. He doesn't have to- he can find someone else of similar quality, probably, and just work with that person. But there's something about your work that just captured him at this point, every little track you'd uploaded on various platforms making your passion for the art of music pretty clear to him. Even the ones he'd call rather low quality still held something precious in them. Honesty, something raw and unique, perfectly imperfect.

He really wants to work with you- you seem perfect for what he's got in mind.

So he tries again, a little less formal in an attempt to maybe be seen as a bit more gentle than he appears to most people. He knows how intimidating this all must be for you- from what he's gathered, you're not a full-time musician like he is, you're rather doing it as a hobby on the side for reasons unclear. You've got the clear potential to make it big. You've got fans, people who'd happily pay for even just a tiny concert in a basement somewhere, just like he'd started years and years ago. But you don't really do that- you decline any venue offering to host you, and he doesn't know why.

Well, some people don't want the fame. Maybe you're one of those.

'I'm sorry, but I can't.'

So he adds another message.

'I can simply keep you as a ghost-writer or something on the track. Or tracks- I'm not sure yet.'

he writes you, sighs before he types another message. But before he can, you've finally replied- and it's not quite what he hoped you'd send him.

And for some reason, that just makes him all the more curious. Because you wrote that you can't- not that you don't want. So what's holding you back?

'Can I ask why not?'

he wonders, and it takes a good little while until you reply again.

But it's nothing like that, as you finally answer.

'It's going to come out at some point either way now.'

you write, and he's biting his own lip as he can't help but let his mind run to reasons you might not be able to work with other artists, or why you need to stay anonymous this badly. Are you a criminal? Wanted murderer? Or have you done other things in the past that would make you turn out to be a bad person?

'I'm scared of men.'

'I'm sorry.'

you write.

'Diagnosed androphobia from a past relationship gone south.'

You dryly reveal, and for some reason, that's even worse to him. Because now he worries he might've made you uncomfortable with his pressure- even though he didn't know what you were going through up to this point. It explains a lot, now that he thinks about it- why you don't do concerts, why you tend to stay out of the media, why you don't really post any pictures of yourself. If you're this scared of men, you must be absolutely terrified now that he's put you on the inevitable pedestal to be gawked at by thousands.

he writes because of that.

'I didn't know- if I had, I wouldn't have put you into a situation like that.'

he regretfully lets you know, but you answer a bit quicker now.

'It's fine.'

you tell him.

'like you said, you didn't know. There's no undoing that now anyways.'

You write, before you give him another message.

'I appreciate the compliments though :) '

you offer, and his chest feels a bit lighter.

'Of course'

he sends you.

'we can always just work together remotely. Is that okay for you?'

he asks hopeful, and it takes quite a while before you respond again.

'But you don't work like that'

you tell him back.

'And truth be told, I should maybe work on my fear anyways.'

you write.

'Would you like me to help?'

he sends without thinking. And before he can even take back his words, you've replied already.

'no one can really help me with that..'

you text him, before another one is received quickly after.

'but judging from the way you write, you might be my best bet'

'what do I write like?'

he asks with a questioning emoji to lift the mood, and you laugh on the other end in your apartment, unbeknownst to him.

'like a guy I could trust.'

you text him back.

Unaware of what those simple written words mean to him.

[bangtanhoneys]

Bangtan Baby: So Many Uncles

A simple text message arrived in the group chat at around 10am, startling some out of their sleep and startling some who hadn’t bothered to go to bed yet. 

Kim Bora. 

Arrived at 4am this morning, April 27th.

You have an hour to get here.

It prompted a sometimes slow-moving BTS to throw clothes on, brush their teeth, quickly drink coffee, grab what gifts they had organised and high-tailed it over to Asan Medical Center. It took twenty minutes from HYBE to get to the hospital, security guards already stationed at the back entrance that was normally used by celebrities. 

While they were respectful of where they were and they tried to be completely quiet, Seokjin couldn’t help but grin at the noise of footsteps coming down the hallway towards their private room. He hadn’t expected them to come so quickly but then the uncles of baby Bangtan had been on tenterhooks the moment the first message to the group chat was sent:

Action stations! Baby Bangtan has started its descent. 

Typical of Seokjin. 

The baby in question was fast asleep in her mother’s arms, completely unaware of the chaos outside her room. She had just been bathed, fed, nappy changed and out for the count. And while Seokjin changed his daughter with deft hands, Grace had taken a shower with the help of a nurse and her mother. 

Now they were ready for the boys. 

Namjoon was through the door first, as expected of the leader. Yoongi next, then Hobi and finally the maknae line. All loud at first but soon shut up by a glare from the new father. “Awww,” Jimin cooed as he finally spotted the baby in the arms of their female member.

Grace grinned, taking a quick glance at her daughter before she slipped her into the waiting arms of Yoongi. He was the third eldest, so he got first dibs on the new baby. 

“Waa noona, she looks like you,” Taehyung stared at the baby from the shoulder of his hyung who looked absolutely besotted with the tiny thing in his embrace.

“She looks like hyung as well, I think she’s got his lips,” Jungkook added as he took a quick glance but made his way straight to Grace. As much as he wanted to see his new baby sister, his substitute mother was his main priority. 

“Her eyes are her grandmother’s though,” Seokjin added as he helped Hobi put all the gifts on the table and gratefully took the takeaway cup of coffee. 

Bora was passed to Namjoon then, who protested but soon melted when he got a good sniff at the new baby smell. “She’s going to have so many songs written about her,” the leader muttered, taking another quick sniff at the new baby smell then passed her onto Hobi.

She chose this moment to open her eyes causing Hobi to react with a loud gasp, causing said eyes to stare at him. “She does have her grandmother’s eyes. Oh, but they look like Jungkook’s when he was young. Come look at this.”

It was interesting to watch six men fight for prime position to look at the new baby, who stared at them in the most deadpan way a few hours old baby could. Seokjin quickly pulled out his phone, tapping on the camera app.

“Hey uncles,” he called out and grinned when all six heads popped up causing Grace to laugh from her bed. “Cheese.”

[crystalsnow95z]

An old story in my drafts that I really enjoy reading since for some reason I'm in a self loathing stage with all my new work.

Sickie: Taehyung with the flu

Tw; emeto

"No, no, no!" Jimin squeals with a giggle, running away from Jungkook's giant snowball that the mankae was holding.

"You should've thought about that before you hit me in the back of the head hyungie!" Jungkook uses both hands to chuck it at Jimin's back just barely making contact.

Jimin falls over laughing, gathering up the snowball remains to make a new ball, half the original size, chasing his attacker. "Jungkook-ah!"

Jungkook runs away from Jimin, unaware that he was running towards Taehyung, who hurls his own snowball, getting revenge for his soulmate.

"Aiish!" Jungkook jumps in surprise when he feels the snow hit his shoulder, looking around to see where it came from.

Taehyung quickly hides behind a tree, but Jungkook notices his footprints in the snow, gathering snow as he walks, hitting Taehyung in the side. "Found you!"

Jungkook starts shaking the tree, both getting covered in snow from the branches above, his hood protecting him from the snow, only having to shake his head to get it to fall off.

"Jungkook-ah that's cold! It went in my coat!" Taehyung complains with a whine, not being so lucky to have protection from the cold, trying to get the snow from the back of his jacket, wiping his snowy hands on Jungkook's cheek.

"That's cold! Hyung!" Jungkook laughs, trying to catch Taehyung's hands, the two wrestling each other to the ground.

Jimin watches the two play at a safe distance, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire. "You two are crazy, you're getting soaked."

"Babies! It's time to get going! Come here!" J-hope calls to the three youngest.

Jimin goes over to them, offering a hand. "Hobi-hyubg is calling us. Playtimes over."

"It's been an hour and a half already? It went by so fast." Jungkook takes Jimin's hand, pulling himself up turning to Taehyung to do the same.

Taehyung takes Jungkook's hand, letting the mankae pull him to his feet. The three boys walk in the direction they heard J-hope. "It's much colder now that I'm not running around.."

"Aw my poor Tete, you're shivering.." Jimin wraps around him, making him have to waddle through the snow.

"Do you want to wear my beanie?" Jungkook offers, feeling guilty about getting Taehyung's hair wet. He takes it off and puts it on Taehyung without waiting for his answer. "Your ears are really red.. I'm sorry hyung."

"It's okay. I'll be warm when we get to the car." Taehyung reassures him with a smile, forcing his teeth not to chatter. Maybe I shouldn't have given my hat to hyung..

"Oh wow, you actually finished it. It's so cute." Jungkook goes up to the snowman the older boys were working on as their punishment for losing run BTS.

"I'm surprised we did." Namjoon proudly stands next to it, J-hope taking a photo.

"It's super cute. I like the little heart mouth."Jimin smiles brightly, touching the little stones.

"That was my idea. It took a bit to find enough rocks with all this snow." Jin presses one of the stones more firmly in place.

"The mouth reminds me of Hoba's smile. It's my favorite part, too. " Yoongi states, watching J-hope blush, smiling brightly.

"Jiminie, can you get a picture of all of us together before we go?" J-hope asks, pulling Namjoon and Jin closer to him for the photo, Jin putting his arm around Yoongi trying to hide his embarrassment.

Jimin happily obliges, smiling when he notices Jungkook photo bombing, making a funny face behind Jin. I'm surprised Taehyungie isn't joining in..

Jimin looks around to see where Taehyung was. The deagu boy was trying to blow on his hands to warm them. "Let's get one more photo and get home. Taehyungies really cold.." Jimin pulls Taehyung towards the group, letting staff take one group photo.

"I-i'm okay, Minnie." Taehyung gives a smile for the photo, feeling someone drape a scarf around him.

"Don't worry Vuu, we'll get you warm." Jin takes off his gloves, trying to rub warmth into Taehyung's reddened knuckles. "Take a shower when we get home..both you and Jk. I can hear your teeth chattering Gukkie."

"Taehyung-ah. It's time to wake up. It's time to get up.." J-hope crawls on top of the sleeping Taehyung, curling his body around him like a koloa.

Taehyung gives a low hum as a response, just barely waking up to the sound of J-hope's voice.

"Taehyungie.. we have a photoshoot to do today.." Jhope unburies Taehyung's face, his cheerful demeanor faltering. "Aiigo Tae, your nose is so red.. are you feeling okay?" He places his hands on Taehyung's cheek, checking for warmth, sighing with relief. He doesn't feel warm and he isn't pale..

"No.. my head hurts and my nose is all stuffed.." Taehyung's voice comes out in a husky low murmur. He tried to open his eyes to look at J-hope but he instantly closes them, the gentle sunlight peeking through the window being too much for his pounding head. "It's too bright.."

"Stay here, I'll go get you some medicine okay?" Hoseok rushes out of the room to find something for his headache making a mental note to ask staff to get some cold medicine.

"Where's Taehyungie?" Jimin asks when he sees J-hope leaving the room alone, peeking into the room to see

"He's still in the room. I think he caught a cold. He's congested, and it's giving him a headache.. I'm going to get him something for the pain. Could you go to the kitchen and get him some water?" J-hope asks continuing his adventure into his room to find the pills he packed in his travel bag.

Jimin goes into the kitchen to get water, rushing to check on his ailing soulmate. Taehyung had already started falling back to sleep, Jimin running his hand through his hair. "Taetae, you need to get up, I brought you some water, and hyung will bring you medicine.. You can come back to sleep after the photoshoot, okay?"

Taehyung sits up slowly, feeling lightheaded and weak. He had work to do. He didn't have time to lay around. I'm a professional..i can't let a small thing like a cold bring me down..I've done full concerts with a cold..taking photos is nothing..

He hyped himself up, opening his eyes slowly. "It's so bright out with the snow.." Taehyung complains softly, taking the water Jimin brought him,gulping down a few mouthfuls before closing it and placing it on the table, rubbing his fingertips over his rippling middle. "I shouldn't have eaten before bed..my stomach hurts.."

"I told you and Jungkookie eaten an hour before bed would upset your stomachs.." Jimin reaches to make small circles over Taehyung's sour stomach.

"Jungkook-ah has a stomach ache too?" Taehyung asks, worry etched on his face.

"He was complaining about having heartburn, but he's okay, he was eating when i left him.so it can't be that bad." Jimin reassures Taehyung. "You should eat something too."

"I'll eat after the photoshoot.." Taehyung had no appetite, the mention of food making him feel queasy, quickly making an excuse before Jimin could argue. "I'm not very hungry.. I ate last night.."

J-hope enters the room with a thermometer and two round pills, handing the pills to Taehyung and putting the thermometer by his ear to test his temperature. "Yoongi-hyung wanted to be sure he wasn't running a fever before we left. He's fine." It's only a tiny bit higher than his usual temperature,I'll just keep an eye on him..

Taehyung tried to focus on the photographers instructions, but the rice that J-hope insisted he eat before leaving since the shoot was estimated to be three hours long was churning uncomfortably in his stomach.

"Was that you Taetae?" J-hope asks when he hears the gurgling of the youngers stomach, holding him from behind for the group shots. "Are you feeling okay? Do you need a break?"

"No, I'm okay.." Taehyung tries to give J-hope a smile, but his smile doesn't last more than a second. He puts his hands in his pockets to stop himself from touching his stomach, pushing through the group shot.

I just need to get through my solo pictures, Jungkook do is solo shots then me, Jiminie and Jungkook do our mankae shots.. we're almost done.. I can't be getting sick now.

"Take it easy Tete, you don't want to push yourself.." Jimin rubs Taehyung's shoulder. "You're really tense.."

"My headache just came back.. it's just all these flashing lights.." Taehyung tries to downplay how he feels, quickly moving away to get some water.

"Taehyungie are you sure you're okay?" J-hope goes by Taehyung, feeling the back of his neck. "You're Sweating Taehyungie.."

"It's just all these lights." Taehyung coughs into his fist. "There's only a little bit left to do, then I can rest until practice later today.."

"No, no practice for you today. You need to focus on getting better." J-hope wasn't falling for Taehyung's tough guy act. Taking photos is one thing, but hours of dance practice.. I can't watch him push himself past his limits..

"But we're-"

"No, Taehyung. You need to focus on recovering. Go get your make up touched up, I'll get the okay from Namjoon." J-hope uses a stern tone.

"Yes hyung.." Taehyung goes to the makeup artist, bowing in apology for messing up his makeup, almost falling forward when a wave of pain washes over him where he bent his stomach. "I'm sorry.."

"No don't apologize, it's not your fault. It's no trouble at all. Do you want to blow your nose for me before I start?" The woman gives him a tissue, speaking politely.

Taehyung touches underneath his nose,blushing when he feels the sticky wet mucus touch his fingertips quickly turning away to blow his nose, wincing at the pressure behind his eyes. "I'm sorry.."

"It's fine. Don't worry about it. It's not the first time it won't be the last.. just sit here and relax okay?"

Taehyung nods, taking a seat in front of her.

"Are you okay?" Namjoon asks when he approaches Taehyung, rubbing his shoulders. "You don't have to continue if you aren't feeling up to it."

"Yeah, yeah.. this cold is just kicking my butt.. I can finish the shoot. I'm okay." Taehyung relaxes a bit underneath Namjoon's touch. "That feels nice.."

"You're so tense Taehyung-ah.. I agree with Hobi, it's too much of a risk for to join dance practice. I don't want you pulling a muscle.." Namjoon frets over Taehyung.

"I'm sorry.. I'll be okay in a few days and I'll work hard to make up for it.." Taehyung hugs his stomach when another ripple of pain fills his middle, forcing himself to not lower his head as the makeup noona works on his eyes.

"Im almost finished." She says softly.

"Taehyung-ah are you okay?" Namjoon feels Taehyung tensing back up underneath his palms.

"Yeah, yeah..I just thought I had to sneeze and held it in.." Taehyung's stomach knotted up more to lie to Namjoon, but he couldn't let him pull him before his solo shots were out of the way.

"Finished." The staff member adds a last bit of makeup to his nose to cover up the redness.

"I'll finish up the shoot quickly then rest, okay hyung?" Taehyung says getting up to get back to work. The sooner we take the photos the sooner I can lay down..my knees feel like they'll give in and my stomach is killing me..maybe I should've eaten..

"Turn your head to the left Taehyung-sii. The light is hitting your face wrong, now one hand on your cheek.. perfect.." The director gives him instructions, Taehyung mindlessly following him. He kept all his focus on the photoshoot, ignoring the dizziness that he felt trying to stop his nose from running down his face by sniffling softly.

Please hurry.. I don't know how long I can hold myself together..The mucus was draining into his stomach making himself feel uncomfortably full. Taehyung takes shallow breaths to stop his tight pants from pressing against his aching middle.

"Good, good.. we're finished here.. let's look through the photos.." The photographer seems pleased with his work, smiling at Taehyung. "I love the emotions portrayed in your eyes. I think you'll be quite satisfied."

Taehyung tries to move forward to monitor the shoot, but his legs threatened to buckle underneath him. My head feels fuzzy and my legs are like lead..and my stomach..I'm going to be sick.

"I'm sorry..I actually do need to use the restroom now that that we finished..could we view them later?" Taehyung's voice comes out soft, taking all his strength to keep it steady.

"Of course. Take your time. We'll just move on to Jungkook-sii." The director gives him a sympathic smile.

Taehyung feels his dinner from last night pushing its way up his stomach. He takes a deep breath to try to clear his head, moving swiftly to the nearest bathroom. His determination to not ruin the shoot because of him gave him the strength he needed to make it into the stall.

He drops to his knees in front of the toliet, a mouthful of rice coming up splashing into the bowl, followed by a wet burp that brings up even more thick bile. I wish I told Hobi-hyung the truth.. but I didn't want to ruin the shoot..not when I managed to hide it for this long..

Jimin follows him as soon as he sees his soulmate rushing in, eyes widening when he hears the sound of Taehyung’s retching."Taehyung-ah.." rushes towards the sound, kneeling behind Taehyung. "Why didn't you just say you were sick?" He speaks softly, running his hands through Taehyung's hair to keep it out of his face.

Taehyung's only response is a whimper as his stomach tenses up again, pushing out another mouthful of sick. Jiminie it hurts so much..

"I know baby.. it'll be over soon..you don't have much in your stomach.. just try to take deep breaths okay?"

Taehyung tries to take a deep breath, but his muscles scream in agony. "I can't..i.." he tries to speak, but another heave stops him, only a bit of spit coming up.

Jimin gently rubs Taehyung's back, feeling his spine arching as another mouthful of sick comes. "Just try..i know it hurts, but you need to relax."

Taehyung nods, taking shaky hiccup like breaths between dry heaves. He leans into Jimin, trying to rub the pain away from his aching sides. A dry cough rattles his chest,whimpering softly when the pain flares up again?"

"My poor Taehyungie.. do you want me to get you some water?" Jimin asks when he hears Taehyung coughing, worry filling his voice. He brushes Taehyung bangs from his forehead, surprised when he feels the heat radiating from it." Ah, you're running a fever Taehyungie.." Jimin's speaks softly to him, rubbing his thumb across Taehyung's clammy knuckles.

"I don't want you to go..." Taehyung clings to Jimin in a raspy whisper.

"You need to get home so you can rest.. you're really not doing well.." Jimin gently rubs Taehyung's stomach, still feeling the tension lingering.

"But..but the shoot.. we still have another group shot to do.." Taehyung coughs, putting his hand to his chest. "We're almost finished..I just need a bit of rest..I can at least finish up.."

"That's not important. You are. I don't want to see you suffering, I'm sure we can do it another day. We still have time before the album drops or we can just skip it all together. It's no big deal.."

Namjoon entered the bathroom, the smell of sick confirming the suspicions him and J-hope. It's not a simple cold.. Namjoon entered the stall, kneeling next to Jimin and Taehyung, running his hand through Taehyung's hair. "Do you think you can stand for me?"

"I..I think so.." Taehyung uses Jimin's shoulder to push up to his feet, Namjoon wrapping an arm around him. "Woah.." Taehyung stumbles, clinging to the elder member, closing his eyes tightly when the room spins, disorienting him. "Hyung.."

Jimin places his hands on Taehyung's knees when he sees them trembling, waiting for them to stop before rising to his feet.

"It's okay baby, I got you.. do you want to ride on my back?" Namjoon asks gently.

Taehyung shakes his head, the thought of his stomach pressing against Namjoon's muscular back making him feel woozy. "I think i can walk.."

Taehyung takes a few steps forward before his knees grow weak again, whimpering when another wave of nausea hits.

"Taehyungie.." Namjoon holds him up by his shoulders. "You really overdid it.. what if I carry you? i won't hold you too tightly.. I'll be gentle. Let me help you." He asks softly. I can't watch him suffer like this..

"Okay.." Taehyung let's Namjoon cradle him to his chest, leaning against his chest. "You're warm.."

"No, you are.. uncomfortably warm.." Namjoon says his voice laced in worry. "Let's get you home.."

Jungkook carrys Taehyung into bed, covering him up. "My poor Hyungie..the medicine should kick in soon.. do you want anything?"

"I want you to stay.." Taehyung whispers softly, grabbing at Jungkooks wrist. "I'm afraid..I won't be able to get up if I get sick again.."

Jungkook lays next to him without hesitation, running his hand through his hair. "I hope you don't..you haven't eaten anything today.. Seokjinnie-hyung is going to make you something.."

"I don't want to eat.." Taehyung squeezes his hand. "My stomach hurts Koo.."

"I know..but you'll have to eat something in case you do get sick again. It'll hurt more to throw up on an empty stomach."

J-hope enters the room with a box, peeling a cooling strip and sticking it gently to Taehyung's forehead. "There you go Tete, you'll feel better when we get your fever down.. Jungkook-ah you shouldn't be getting that close..you'll get sick too.."

"I don't care. Hyung isn't feeling well and needs comfort..I'll be okay." Jungkook holds Taehyung close when he sees him shiver.

"That's cold hyung.." Taehyung leans into Jungkook.

J-hope sighs and lays on his other side, pressing his cheek against Taehyung's head. I guess we'll both risk it then.. "I know, but it's for your own good. I'm sorry.. just try to rest. We'll be right here when you wake up."

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BBCS Presents: The Realm of Legends Event

Let us take you on a journey to places you have not yet seen. Worlds where barriers are broken and the impossible does not exist. 

We are the creators of heroines and the makers of universes. The rulers of kingdoms and the warriors of the seas. 

Now, the fate of seven brave men rests in our palms. Only we can tell you what challenges they will face. And here you won’t find your ordinary tales of fictional beings. Today, we honor legends.

◊ Please enjoy these amazing stories submitted by some of our members. These stories are intended for mature audiences and may contain sensitive/triggering topics. See each fic’s disclaimer section before reading. 

◊ A Siren’s Song by @beckysworld7 (18+)

king!jimin x siren queen!reader

Can siren queen y/n ever really trust that the newest stranger to arrive on her shores is in love with her and not just her siren's lure?

angst | fluff | smut | strangers to lovers | fantasy

⊰coming soon⊱

◊ Demanding Hungers by @jjksblackgf (18+)

human!yoongi x royal vampire!black (f) reader

Yoongi is assigned the most difficult yet most rewarding job of his career as a journalist since Y/N usually dismiss the reporters that come to interview her. As a busy Princess, she doesn’t have the patience for people who waste her precious time, but Yoongi is quick to show that he’s the man for the job as they unveil their tension for each other.

fluff | vampire au | fantasy

⊰coming soon⊱

◊ Don’t Leave Me Behind by @joonscypher (18+)

thief!taehyung x princess!black female reader

Since you were young, you knew that one day you’d be wed to the son of a neighboring kingdom. You tuck this fact away in the back of your mind until you can’t anymore and the next thing you know, your wedding is in only a few weeks. In an act of desperation, you hitch a ride out of town in the first car you come across, which just so happens to belong to a group of clumsy petty thieves. What happens when they notice you stowing away and what’ll happen when your aide finds your bed empty in the morning?

angst | fluff | humor | smut | royalty au | strangers to lovers | modern fantasy

⊰coming soon⊱

◊ Eclipse by @yoonieper​ (18+)

fae prince!jimin x queen!reader

After your decision to walk further past the palace gardens, you end up stumbling upon a whole new world, one that you so easily could have missed. The tiny kingdom of Moonar. And by tiny you mean it literally, the entire civilization was somehow nestled between 3 trees. Your little discovery gets even more crazy when suddenly the prince of the kingdom is flying right into your hand. Even after you leave the moment still lingers in your mind, and you didn’t know it, but it did in the little prince’s as well. Why not pay each other another visit? No one has to know. Things take a turn for the worst however and it doesn’t go as planned, but a few extra days with each other isn’t as bad as what it seems. It may even be appreciated.

angst | fluff | humor | romance | smut | fairy au | royalty au | fantasy

⊰coming soon⊱

◊ Forever & A Day by @agustdef​ (18+)

demon!seokjin x witch queen!Reader

When Jin and YN found their way back to each other after years apart they knew it would take some serious effort, but neither realized how hard it would be to get used to the other's new way of living. That coupled with push back about their relationship from the coven YN leads is sure to test them, but YN failed her marriage once and she refuses to do it again.

angst | fluff | smut | established relationship | fantasy

⊰coming soon⊱

◊ I Like It When You Sleep, For You Are So Beautiful Yet So Unaware Of It by @seokjinsonlyone​ (18+)

pirate swordsman!yoongi x black!reader

They came. They saw. They conquered. And, now they’re waiting for repairs on their ship to be finished; You’ve lived your whole life up until this point in fear. Never stepping out of line. Always with your head kept down. Always in survival mode. Now, suddenly thanks to a oddly ethical band of pirates you’re free. But, free to do what?

angst | fluff | strangers to lovers | pirate au | fantasy

⊰coming soon⊱

◊ Les Poissons by @joontella​ (18+)

merman!hoseok x chef!reader

You worked hard to get your seaside restaurant. Fresh fish and other delicacies the ocean has to offer are right at your doorstep, waiting to be prepared by your skillful hands. But what happens when fins and a tail are paired with the brightest eyes you've ever seen and a heart-shaped smile to match? Something tells you that this fish won't be on the menu.

angst | fluff | romance | merman au | fantasy

⊰coming soon⊱

◊ Love, Eternal by @yutasthetic​ (18+)

king!seokjin x princess!reader

"I will always find you." Those were the last words you spoke to your beloved prince Seokjin before you jumped into the magical pond, escaping the King who came to capture your impending Queendom and make it his own. You knew the consequences of emerging from the water meant losing your memory in a week's time. Seokjin said to trust him and he will make sure your Queendom stays yours. But time is ticking.

angst | fluff | romance | smut | marriage au | royalty au | strangers to lovers | fantasy

⊰coming soon⊱

◊ Magical Love by @btsqualityy​ (18+)

prince!jungkook x queen!woc reader

You are a powerful Queen, ruling over the kingdom of Zamia with all of the grace, strength, wisdom, and amazing magical powers that you possessed since the passing of your mother left you with the throne. After ruling for 5 years on your own, you are approached by your court of advisors, the Solar Council, that marrying and producing an heir needs to be higher on your list of priorities. Of course, you don’t think you need to rush into a marriage because you know how to run your own damn kingdom. Luckily for you, your advisors took the liberties of inviting the Prince of the neighboring Pica Kingdom, Jeon Jungkook, to Zamia for a “friendly visit”.

fluff | smut | arranged marriage au | magic au | royalty au | strangers to lovers | fantasy

◊ The Ancestor’s Scales by @namjinsmoonchile​ (18+)

dragon king!namjoon x dragon queen!reader

Your hand in marriage could only be won through a game of sorts: find the lost scale of your great-great-great-great grandmother. All of the bachelors in all of the lands were eligible and, unfortunately for you, Namjoon couldn't pass up an opportunity at a hunt.

fluff | humor | smut | enemies to lovers | royalty au | soulmates au | African myth | fantasy

◊ The Problem With Weightlessness by @agustdealer​ (18+)

god!hoseok x witch!reader

Every 5 generations, the leader of your coven is sacrificed for the greater good. It’s your honor to fulfill that duty, but Hoseok is quick to remind you that it’s his game you’re playing. The rules read a little differently once you’re dead.

angst | smut | strangers to lovers | urban fantasy

⊰coming soon⊱

◊ There's No Place For Us, In A Stolen Paradise by @sugakookitty​ (18+)

pirate!namjoon x pirate!black reader 

When the sea goddess and the sky god have had enough of the endless bickering, they unleash a merciless wrath. The god of earth takes pity and gives you both permission to seek salvation on a deserted island. But under one condition, you and Namjoon must put an end to this war between your crew and work together to replace everything you have destroyed and taken from the earth. If you can’t pay up, then you owe it in blood.

angst | smut | enemies to lovers | Egyptian myth/god au | pirate au | fantasy

⊰coming soon⊱

◊ Animagus Blitz by @hobeemin​ (18+) 

gryffindor!taehyung x hufflepuff!poc (f) reader 

Always the trickster, Taehyung only takes his love of all things Magizoology seriously. Things become more interesting once he meets a quiet Hufflepuff during an internship. What secrets she hides could very well put them both in danger.

romance | smut | angst | drama | fantasy | harry potter au | strangers to lovers

⊰coming soon⊱

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There's something wrong with Manager Kim Part 10

Shy Guy

Yoongi reached out for her and grabbed her wrist as she fell sideways, she wrapped her fingers around his hand as he swiftly up righted her.

"You okay?" Yoongi noticed her smile and laugh, the warmth reaching her eyes.

"Hey, I'm so sorry. I didn't see that guy at all," YN turned around and looked behind her.

"It's fine, long as you're okay," he tried to smile, but stopped as soon as he realised how embarrassed he felt. "Let's go look around."

Yoongi watched YN as he took her to boring places like the medical room, or where the managers sat, where the set team hung out, pointed to the entrance to the stage where they run on and make their hasty costume changes. She followed him diligently as the ended up at the staff café where everyone was eating. He couldn't help but be mildly amused at how she took everything in.

The place was busier than usual, and a lot of the food tonight was seafood based, so lots of crab and oysters today. Eyes turned to them as they walked in, and had she suddenly gone coy he wondered?

YN smiled at people as they smiled back, he was sure he heard one or two people ask each other who she was but he couldn't be sure.

"So yeah this is where we stuff our faces every night," he pointed to a table and chairs a little further to one side before Jimin appeared and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hyung, manager are looking for you."

"YN, you got my passport. I need it."

Her loose hair fell across her face as she dipped her head, opening her expensive handbag and grabbed it for him. 

"Here, you also left your wallet at home," she said as she handed it over and their fingers momentarily overlapped.

How were her hands so small? He'd never had the largest of hands, but here was someone even smaller.

Yoongi went quiet. "Shit, seriously?" he swore under his breath.

"All muscle no brains," she laughed as he grabbed hold of them and so relieved he almost hugged her, his mind embarrassed but his body had already hugged her and she stood there awkwardly.

"Oh my God, if you're wearing baby oil you owe me a new jacket!" she rubbed her hands off on his t-shirt unaware of just how thin a ripped t-shirt he was wearing, especially the realisation that there was nothing on underneath as she inadvertently was able to discipher where all those muscles were hiding.

"Not just skinny anymore am I princess?" he winked as YN tried not to choke on her embarrassment.

"You're such a pig Yoongi."

"Just grab a table, your drink and sit tight till I get back. I gotta go see the office and then I'll take you to your seat." He walked back, watching her.

"All good Hyung, I'll look after her," Hobi told her as the two of them walked off to grab water and the last thing Yoongi heard was him tell her the story of how he nearly fell off the stage the night before and broke his leg.

**

Hobi was hilarious as usual. There were no two ways about it. He had a story to tell about everything and in the short half hour they were sitting with each other he had given her the dummies guide to everyone and anyone backstage.

"So how long have you known each other then?" she asked eventually as she sipped her drink.

"Me? Too long," Hobi and his crescent eyes smiled.

"Is he always so annoying or does he only save that part for me?" she asked as she saw him come back in but stand by the entrance in talks with Jin about something, not noticing her.

"That I think is just for you, you have a way of bringing out the passion in him," he joked.

"Haha, jeez thanks," she smiled.

"But you did a really nice thing for him by getting on a plane to come help him," he surveyed her for a moment when she wasn't looking, "you didn't have to when you hate the guy."

"I don't hate him, hate's a very strong and specific word and he's not quite on my hate list, not just yet.." she joked.

"Well, he's never asked anyone to help him. He's a proud guy, all the guys from Daegu I know are; so he must have been desperate or really trusting to have called you."

"I don't think he had a choice. I'm sure if he did he wouldn't have asked me. If he had someone else he could've asked, he probably would have asked them too. No biggie."

"Well I dunno why he said you're the most irritating woman he's ever met, you're always such a cool chick with us," he grinned.

"He said that to you about me?" YN felt her heart sink. Why did it hurt that he had been saying that to his closest friends about her?

Hobi bit his tongue and looked around. "Shit, YN I didn't mean that it's —"

"It's ok," she gave him a smile, "I think I'm gonna just take a walk Hoseok," getting up before he had the chance to protest.

Yoongi continued to stand tense, arms crossed as the boys joined him.

"What's up?" Jin asked as he followed Yoongi's gaze to YN now standing with the TXT boys. They were laughing, animated and having a good time before they called over the stylists and the next thing he knew she was centre place for Instagram pictures.

"What were you they're gossiping about anyway?" Yoongi looked at Hobi.

"Um? The weather or maybe what they ate for lunch?" he felt bad that he had made YN upset but knew that Yoongi was even more pissed off because he'd spilled the tea to her.

"How come you didn't go the show when we were in town?" Yeonjun asked as they stood in their freshly styled outfits.

"Just busy I guess," she was a bitch but she wasn't going to go out of her way to tell people that the illustrious Min Yoongi forgot his things at home and she was simply the errand boy.

"Hey guys," came a drawn out voice, slow and smooth like butter, a voice able to impregnate women with just a look she was sure. But was a complete shit bag.

"You ready to go to your seat or you wanna stay backstage?" he asked ignoring the fact that he saw Yeonjun out the corner of his eye sipping his water and wanting to speak to her.

"I dunno I could sit back here, I don't mind.."

"You sure? It's your first time, come out front and see the show?"

"Well looks like you've made your mind up," she smiled at the others, "it was lovely meeting you guys. Good luck with your performance later!" 

They waved goodbye as YN thanked him and turned to see him standing too close. Yoongi reached for her bag before taking it off her again, turning her with his massive hand on the small of her back.

"I wanna get you to your seat so you don't miss the preshow. You don't wanna miss anything," he hurried her along, pushing her towards where security were sitting.

"That is not necessary," she argued wih him as she moved away from his hand and walked alongside him. "I'm more than capable of walking unaided."

"Just for once listen to what I'm saying yeah?" he told her in a commanding voice.

"Don't you raise your voice at me!"

Yoongi simply sighed.

"Jeez, you're gonna be the death of me darlin," he said not noticing his Freudian slip even though Jin did and he smiled to Hobi.

"Fine I'll listen. But don't get used to it."

Yoongi smiled, calling over a burly security guy.

"Ok guys this is me. Thanks for showing me around, Jin good luck out there. Yoongi you're a dick, and Hobi thanks for ruining my dinner. I'm gonna go see what you guys actually do now," her interest piqued as she was still trying to figure out how everyone could be so nice backstage but Yoongi was still walking around like a bear with a sore head.

"Are you waiting to come back with us or?" Jin enquired.

"Nah, I won't be staying long. This was a diversion and I got things to do so, I'm gonna go soon. Maybe during the first break. The car's waiting for me."

"You don't need to take the car, I can drop you off to the airport," Yeonjun volunteered.

"Jesus, doesn't give up does he?" Hobi noticed.

"Can we nip this in the bud before Yoongs goes apeshit and kicks his head in before we even get a chance to sing the first note?" Jin asked rolling his shoulders and entering the conversation as Hobi tried to distract Yoongi's attention.

"You're good. I'm gonna head to the airport with the car," YN said looking back at Yeonjun politely.

"You've been backstage half an hour and you've already made friends?" Yoongi quipped.

"What can I say, I'm lovable," she tossed her hair and gave Yoongi a mega watt smile.

"So funny," he smiled back making her scoff at his sarcasm.

"Yeah, well your face is funny." Ignoring him YN waved them as she walked off and disappeared around the corner.

Yeonjun smiled as he walked past them, ready to go to stage.

"Are you two together for real? Cos she could do so much better," he smirked joining up with his members and sliding his jacket on.

**

"You were amazing!" she squealed as soon as she saw her brother backstage after the half time break. Yoongi was up ahead adjusting his audio pack talking to Jimin as they waited for Namjoon to join them.

YN smiled as she walked back with Jin as she figured she'd go and be nice, say goodbye to Yoongi and the boys, and thank him for the ticket.

As she neared she felt a dreadful heavy feeling in her stomach as she heard their conversation.

"Hey, you seen YN yet? Everyone loves her backstage," Tae said.

Yoongi scoffed to himself, "no not yet."

"Maybe you should ask her out. She's definitely got a spark about her," he suggested, "and you guys actually look good together. You should ask her out for real."

"There's no charm about her, there's plenty of pretty girls everywhere, she doesn't tempt me," Yoongi spoke so disapprovingly of her that her face fell, even though he didn't know she was standing right there.

This uncomplimentary remark was overheard by her, the one person he didn't want to hear it, unexpected by her even, and she stood suddenly embarrassed. Shell shocked.

Jim came up to grab her hand to pull her away, but saw that she had tears in her eyes.

"Hey?" He asked comfortingly, as YN brought her finger to her mouth to silence him and they both stood a little away as Yoongi spoke again.

"But Hobi said you thought she was pretty, really good looking even."

"Meh. She's not beautiful enough to tempt me," he said almost proudly, while YN stood feeling deeply offended with him after overhearing this remark.

Jin looked at her and squeezed her hand in support but YN simply shook her head and turned to leave.

"I understood that he was a proud man, but what he said for a man of not many words, he's struck my self esteem with such force I suddenly find it hard to breathe here."

"YNah," called Jin again as she rushed to her car.

"Jinnie, it's fine."

"No it's not. I know that despite what he's saying, that isn't true. You are beautiful and you are so funny, and you are sweet. Worldwide beautiful."

"Too sweet," Hobi panted as he joined them. "If Yoongi can't see that then that's his problem," he tried to get her to smile before she left, but it didn't work.

YN paused a moment, moving aside for an older couple to enter the building.

"You know what, if Min Yoongi can't see a catch right in front of him, then that's his loss. I don't need a boy. I need a man. And he ain't that," she walked off, stopping to face Jin again who had a shocked look on his face again.

"Don't be shocked. Tell Yoongi that it's all off. If he can't value me, let him suffer without me. I need a husband not a man child."

Perplexed she paused as the couple bowed slightly and Jin bowed back fervently, waving YN over.

"Um, YNah, these are um, Yoongi's parents."

YN's eyes grew to the size of saucers as she saw them.

"Chairman we must leave if we are to make the flight," her driver called out.

"Oh God, this is not how I wanted to meet you," her voice hitched as she quickly recomposed herself, walked forward and bowed.

"I'm sorry. My name is YN," she looked at them confidently.

"Yoongi's fiancé?" his mother asked as the father seemed to have lost his voice.

"It's complicated. He makes it complicated," she naively admitted. "Just when I think he's turning into a human, he turns back to an idiot."

His father chuckled, "is that so? Sure sounds like our Yoongi.."

**

YN knew she was going to regret this. Like one of this huge life decisions you look back on when you're old and you still say to yourself "damn you idiot why did you do that?"

The driver looked at her confused.

"Get Mr Kim on the phone, tell him YN is going to be thirty minutes late to the airport and to keep the engine running."

Fifteen minutes to put on the best damn show she could, Oscar winning material and then leg it to the airport in time for her flight. That's if Secretary Kim hadn't blown himself up from the stress he often felt when she didn't listen to him.

YN was thankful she had chosen to splurge on the expensive shampoo that felt like a spa in the Maldives, the way it left her hair feeling so good. It lay straight, but soft and had a light bop to it when she walked.

She was also thankful that she wore minimal make up, and hoped like hell after a day of fierce travelling that she still looked classy. Mr and Mrs Min looked, much like her own parents used to classy.

The butterflies in her stomach seemed like they were dancing some sort of stompy version of Idol. It wasn’t pretty.

**

When Jin saw YN walk back through the door, his jaw dropped.

“I can’t believe you’re going through with this. This is gonna end badly. I can feel it in my waters.”

YN squared her shoulders and stood up to her full height. Not that she was tall at five foot five, but it made her feel better.

“I’m can't not do it bro. If I keep moving without stopping too long to think about it, I can go through with it, so get me in there.”

Jin raised an eyebrow and YN knew she’d owe her brother big time. Like name my child after you big time. The scene about to play out would essentially put Jin and YN's life's on the line.

By getting YN in there, he’d be revealing he had known about the relationship before the others. The boys would understandably be upset, but Jin figured he could play the I'm the eldest card and it might work.

So yeah, YN was going to owe him and then some.

But Jin had told her he was okay with dealing with any backlash as long as it meant she was the winner here, and YN believed him.

“Well, you may be off your rocker, but at least you look good."

"Are you sure Jin, be double sure."

"Course I am," he winked, "God made these shoulders broad, ain't no shit this worldwide handsome can't handle. You better be quick they already reached Yoongi. They’ve only been in there for a minute, though."

“Here goes nothing.”

She took a deep breath and waited for Jin to announce her. With a huge grin on his face, as though born for any drama, and to be in the spotlight when it mattered most, Jin let out a window wiper of a laugh before turning to everyone, and calmly spoke out.

“Yoongi-ah your fiancée is about to leave. Ain't you gonna say bye??”

**

Yoongi stood in their dressing room with his parents and members and wondered how the hell to explain that there was no fiancée. But that technically there was.

Hobi waited, unsure if he should jump in to help him either stall, help him with the lie or help him come clean. But he caught something. It was milliseconds, but Yoongi's real face shone through when his lip involuntarily went up just a fraction as though to smile. YN was good for Yoongi, whether he knew it or not.

Yoongi couldn't believe that he had actually been desperate enough to start dating those women he had in the last year or so. He wasn’t exactly a ruthless player, although the tabloids tried to make it look like he was. Sure, he got around, had a few dates a month and slept with some of them, but those women all seemed shallow and fake to him.

He'd never ever, ever seriously considered a long term relationship let alone a marriage but here he was.

"We came to watch you perform after so long, but we never thought we'd also be meeting your fiancé too," a happy smiling Mrs Min looked around the room.

So there they stood, waiting for an introduction to a fiancée that Yoongi had never mentioned; a fiancée none of the boys had ever set eyes on. Yoongi leaned forward holding onto a chair, took a deep breath and prepared to tell his parents he had failed at the only thing that ever asked of him, and that there was no fiancée.

And to add fuel to the fire, his hyung's voice cut in, and he could swear he heard him say his fiancée was here.

"Uh, yeah," he forced the words out as his mind raced through the possible scenarios. Jin had walked through the door with her, stepped aside and the woman who caused him literal hallucinations, that dark-haired woman swept into the room as if she owned the place. She glided over to him, brushed a light kiss on his cheek, and casually smiled.

The soft scent of some kind of flowery perfume from her threw him off his game.

“Hello, I am YN Bang,” she turned to his parents and bowed more formally.

“I'm so sorry that I didn't get to greet you properly or be able to stay long enough to spend time with you. Yoongi has told me so much about you.”

She took the hand of a very stunned looking Mrs Min and rubbed it lovingly before she turned to Mr Min, whose amusement at seeing his son lost for words, had turned to surprise. YN shook his hand as confidently as she could before stepping back.

"It's wonderful to meet you. I don’t know where Yoongi's been hiding you,” Yoongi's father replied in the same thick dialect as him, but with a huge grin on his face.

Yoongi stood, too paralysed, busy trying to figure out how the hell she had made his mother almost cry and his father laugh. He had never seen his father laugh. Ever.

He turned to look back at YN, as she stood literally doing nothing but walk into the room, as though she belonged there. As though she and Yoongi had the kind of intimate, close relationship that lets a woman waltz into a private family meeting and announce herself rather than wait to be invited and introduced.

It was so crazy it couldn't be real, yet here she stood. And the moment had never felt better, and that scared the shit out of him.

She was exquisite and he couldn't escape her. Yoongi tore his eyes off her and looked back at his parents while she stood chatting with his mother as if it was an action that had been performed countless times before.

Yoongi was sure he couldn't feel his face, and that any minute now he was going to have a stroke. He hadn’t felt so off balance in his life, and he was suddenly realising that his supposed fiancée was talking to him.

"I have to go, I'll catch up with you later?"

His poor simple mind couldn't comprehend anything.

“Uh, please stay. Don't go.”

Yoongi spit the words out through the haze in his head and turned to see his mother smile. No matter what his relationships were with women prior to YN landing in his life, it looked as if Yoongi had just committed himself to a year of marriage with YN.

She wore a tailored blazer, but even in that Yoongi could see her body was fit under it. Her soft gaze made his breath go ragged. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be alone in a room with her if she had this kind of effect on him, but his mouth had a tendency to speak first, and his mind, to think later.

**

"I can't stay, I literally should have left ages ago and if I don't get on that plane I'm done for."

"It's really late, at least stay and then fly back tomorrow once you've rested," he countered.

A short phone call later and she was back in the room, with Jin.

"I can stay in your room," she told him but Hobi jumped in.

"Ah no, sorry Miss. The two Seoks have a whole evening planned and we're roommates tonight."

"Just stay with Yoongi, he never shares his room with anyone."

"Yeah I wonder why," she answered dryly kicking herself for not keeping that to herself.

"Cos my fiancé is staying over, and it will give us a chance to spend some time together. And talk," he told her calmly through gritted teeth.

*

The car ride to the hotel was a long one. Both silent and awkward. As much as she tried to stay awake she couldn't do it.

YN yawned loudly, and Yoongi couldn't stop the small smile from forming as she wriggled to get comfortable. He glanced at her head bopping abruptly from side to side until he gently placed her on his shoulder, and she stilled.

Hobi sniggered as he elbowed Jin to look behind them to see Yoongi give a sheepish smile to her closed eyes, as he sweetly pulled a blanket over her, before closing his own.

"He doesn't like her my ass," Jin looked at him suspiciously. "Let's see how long that lasts."

Hobi looked concerned as he saw the gleeful look on Jin's face.

"Oh no why do you have that look on your face?"

"We are going to bring them together, for real. Whether they like it or not."

"We're not gonna break the law are we?"

"As long as they don't clock on, Yoongi won't go to jail for killing us."

@craftymoonchaos @bbl32 @ireadthensuetheauthors @pb-n-juju @audreonne @larenelizabeth @kyle-told-me-whats-up @alexayoonlee

[bigwhispersbluebird]

BTS reaction when they are jealous  (Hyung Line)

Author’s Note: I often read a lot of reaction based fics and realize that perhaps my take on it is a little different. So here it goes. Do tell me if you like it or agree or just anything. Also, I am new to this so excuse me for any mistakes. Thanksss

Warnings: None

Seokjin or Jin

He watched from far as a man in his 20s approached you from behind as you finished the call you had excused yourself to attend. Judging from your reaction, he concluded that you knew the guy. Even though he couldn’t hear a word, your comfortable laugh, the way you slightly hit his shoulder while talking and mimicked his body language, Jin felt a weird irk inside him.

Don’t misunderstand, Kim Seokjin was very confident about himself but there was a part of him that often wondered if he was enough. He might be handsome but there were more handsome people around. He was not the smartest or the most athletic and he came with a load of baggage. So much that he couldn’t cross the room to where you were standing and openly declare that you were his gorgeous and brilliant girlfriend.

His thoughts were intruded by the chime of his phone. 

“You okay?”, your text read and he looked up to spot you a few tables away. The young stranger gone now and your eyes only on him. 

“No. I am Jin”, he replied in his usual manner, trying to hide the truth, cracking the worst joke ever in the process and wincing at himself as soon as he sent it.

He watched as you laughed unabashedly as soon as you saw the screen, your eyes glistening and he realized that this laugh was just for him. 

“You must be really in love with me if you laughed at that”, he sent and watched as you read and suddenly the same look overtook your face that he had seen on himself so many times when he was with you. 

He only took his eyes off you when his phone chimed again.

“Of course. Who else would ever compare?”

Yoongi or Suga

This was getting annoying for him. Yoongi would call himself a pretty calm person especially after the ten years of life as an artist had made him immune to almost everything happening around him. But this was getting on his nerves. 

You had walked into HYBE tonight and after just being at Genius Lab for a few minutes, you had asked about Do-Yan and went to seek him as soon as Yoongi told you that he must be in PDogg’s studio. Had it been a one time occurrence, Yoongi wouldn’t even have cared enough to think much into it but after this becoming a routine, he was over it. 

Do-Yan was a talented young producer who was contracted for TXT’s new album. You were heavily involved in the A&R activities of BigHit Music and were actually the person who had discovered Do-Yan. In your perspective, he could be a great asset and while he was just here on a temporary basis, you wished to persuade him to sign him as a BigHit producer permanently. PDogg had agreed with you and now you both were on the task of convincing him to stay. 

Unaware of this all, Yoongi decided to do something about the situation. As he typed the messages to the management team, he knew that this was very petty of him but he was beyond the point of caring right now. 

The next time you asked him about Do-Yan, Yoongi did not look up from his computer as he said, “He has been moved”. 

“What?”, you were shocked to say the least. “Moved? What do you mean moved?”

“He will be working with Bang PD directly now so he will be in the other building.”

“So, he signed the contract?”

Now Yoongi was getting agitated, “Why do you care so much?”, he had turned his seat around and was now only focusing on you. His tone was still calm but inside he was screaming.

Oblivious to the storm inside him you said, “Why wouldn’t I? He must have else he would not have said yes to that since...”, Yoongi was not even listening anymore. 

“He did. I talked to the management myself and got him to say yes”, Yoongi said. His voice low and his back now turned to you. “You can move there as well if you want to see him and care about him so much”.

“You...but you didn’t know”, suddenly all the pieces fell into place in your mind and you scolded yourself mentally for not noticing it yourself. 

“Yoongi”, you called out to him softly as you moved closer to his chair. “Jagiya”, you called again as you kneeled beside his chair, taking his hand lightly in yours. 

“I just wanted him to join the company so I was spending most of my time on that. I am sorry that I did not clear it to you. I’ll make up for all the lost time now that you’ve got it done”. 

Yoongi couldn’t even remember what he was angry about as you placed yourself on his lap, pulling him close to leave a gentle kiss on his lips. 

After a while your phone rang and you announced that you had to go for a meeting. As you inched closer to the door, you remembered something and without even turning around you said:

“I can’t believe you got him moved”

You closed the door behind you but not before hearing his low chuckle.

Hoseok or J-Hope or Hobi 

“I think Yeonjun and I should perform on something more sexy?”, you said with your eyes fixated on his face waiting for a reaction.

His eyebrows furrowed and then as if thinking about it, he immediately turned to you, nodding, “Yes, I think it will work great with both of your stage personalities”.

You were surprised. This was not the answer that you were expecting. You had hoped that he would get jealous like all those TikTok boyfriends. 

But you were not going to be dejected so easily. 

“Why don’t you help with the choreography?”, you suggested, a plan already forming in your head. 

“Y/N, I would have been offended had you not asked me”, he said as he showed off his gorgeous smile.

After a few days when you three started working on the performance, you tried to make Hobi jealous. You would suggest even more suggestive moves but he would just think about them and excitedly agree to them or politely decline saying how it does not fit with the steps. 

He would watch as you danced, concentrated and focused, but unwavering. 

After weeks of this charade, you grew tired and when Yeonjun excused himself to leave for a music show you exasperatedly sighed in front of Hobi who was monitoring the recently shot dance practice video of yours. 

“I don’t think you even care about me”.

“Huh?!”, Hobi was bewildered. “What?!”

“Yeah, you don’t care if I go throw myself in someone else’s arms”, your voice was loud in the empty dance studio. You lowered it again, “you don’t care”.

“Y/N”, Hobi was now closer to you, looking straight into your eyes. “I care. I care a lot. I care that this performance is amazing because this is a great opportunity for you. I care that your steps show exactly how good of a dancer you are. I care and that is why I would never let anybody else do it instead of me”. 

You were surprised. This was not what you were looking for but it was a pleasant difference. 

“And I would care if it was not a performance. I would, I do care if anyone even looks at you in the wrong way but I would never take it out on you. I want you to be able to perform without worrying what I would take it as. I want you to be loved by everyone in the audience”. 

His arms slowly snaked around your waist and under your sweatshirt, “just not the way that I do”.

Namjoon or RM

Namjoon had watched you the entire night, his eyes refusing to leave your figure as you rushed around the venue making sure everything was perfect. 

It was the last concert of the tour and you as the tour manager were adamant on making it memorable and smooth. Double-checking everything, you finally allowed yourself a moment of peace as you saw your boyfriend rehearse his performance for Trivia:  Love. 

Namjoon locked eyes with you, smiling and rapping his lines as if talking to you. Suddenly, you felt the weight of something on your shoulders and you looked away from the stage realizing that it was your assistant, Alan, who had just covered you with his jacket. You smiled gratefully as he extended a hand holding your coffee. 

“You should rest for a while before we meet back for sound check”, he suggested and you looked at your watch to see that he was right. Tonight was going to be hectic and a power nap was definitely needed.

You had not even realized that the stage was now empty and the leader was standing right by your side. His eyes were not on you, but on the man now sitting beside you, glancing at his jacket on your shoulders. 

Shrugging the jacket off, you asked, “Are you done? Any issues?”. 

Not answering your question, Namjoon kept staring at Alan and you felt bad for the poor guy. You asked again and this time Namjoon’s lips turned into a smile, “None, jagiya”. Jagiya?! 

Now you were the one staring daggers at him but he did not waver. Instead, with the same smile plastered on his lips, he took off his jacket and placed it on your shoulders, pulling the zipper closer together as he made his way to where Alan was sitting. Alan immediately got up, excusing himself and vacating the seat that now your boyfriend occupied, his hand reaching across your shoulder to pull you into him. 

You resisted. 

“ ‘Jagiya’. Really?! Really, Namjoon?”

He just smiled at that, genuinely this time. “Come on, you know I lose all calm when it comes to you”.

“Calm and senses, both”, you murmured as he laughed and pulled you closer and you let him, closing your eyes and resting before work would call you again.

[blu-joons]

The Other Members Find Out That Your Pregnant ~ BTS Reaction

Jin:

All of you sat around the living room of the dorm as you did most evenings, only to be disturbed by a shriek of Hobi’s that came from the bathroom. Straight away he ran down the stairs, hiding something behind his back.

“Does anyone have any explaining to do?” He challenged before he revealed what it was that he was hiding.

Everyone’s heads shook, “what could there possibly be for someone to explain?” Jimin asked.

Hobi took a step forwards, throwing a pregnancy test onto the coffee table for everyone to see. You had sunk down in your seat as Jin reached forwards and picked it up, “I think I might be able to explain what’s happened here?”

“Y/N’s pregnant?”

“Yeah,” he proudly responded to Taehyung’s question, glancing across at your bright red cheeks. “I thought Y/N had done a better job of hiding the evidence for now, this wasn’t exactly what we had planned to tell you.”

“I’m just relieved no one had a one-night stand.”

“No one’s been bringing girls back to the dorm,” Jin chuckled at Hobi’s relief, “but thanks for ruining our moment to tell you guys we’re expecting.”

“Who cares how you told us? This is amazing news!”

Yoongi:

The boys were all growing impatient as Yoongi waited for you to make your way downstairs to tell them all your news. Questions were being fired at him from all directions, anticipating what you had to share.

“Are the two of you breaking up?” Jimin teased as you made your way into the room, taking a seat beside Yoongi on the sofa.

A laugh came from you, “do you really think we’d gather you up to tell you we were breaking up?”

Jinin’s head shook as Yoongi draped an arm tightly around your shoulders. “We thought we’d get you all together so we could share some more exciting news. We thought it was about time we told you we were expecting.”

“As in a baby?”

“What else Kook?” Yoongi sighed, rolling his eyes at youngest’s innocence. “We wanted to wait until we were sure everything was healthy, but Y/N was too excited to keep it all a secret from you guys for any longer.”

“I did think you’d been acting a little weird lately.”

“Sorry,” you blushed back to Namjoon, “but I hope you guys know that these mood swings and hormones are only going to get worse.”

“It sounds like we’re in for a long few months too.”

Hoseok:

Your hands gripped tightly onto the scan picture as Hobi opened up the door to the dorm, instantly greeted by a chorus of cheers from the living room as the boys were enthralled in yet another game with one another.

“You’re back!” Taehyung smiled, walking out of his bedroom, noticing how quick you were to move your hands behind your back.

You nodded back at him, “we only went out for a walk, it’s hardly like we went very far.”

His brows knitted together, quickly cottoning on to how suspicious the two of you were acting. However, his suspicions were quickly confirmed when he reached behind you and pulled at your hand. “Tae.”

“A baby scan?”

“Keep your voice down,” Hobi muttered, pushing gently against his shoulder. “Nobody knows yet, and you shouldn’t either, if you weren’t so damn nosey and on everyone’s back,” Hobi harshly muttered to him.

“I’m sorry, I never thought you’d have something like this.”

“You weren’t to know,” you smiled, a lot calmer than Hobi was. “Just please do us a favour and don’t tell any of the others just yet.”

“I’m the best at keep secrets, you guys can trust in me.”

Namjoon:

Your smile grew as you sat back in the studio and watched on as each of the boys opened up the bags that you’d given to them. Each one was packed, ready to reveal your secret that you’d been holding onto for so long.

“I don’t get it,” Jimin frowned, holding up the blue dummy that he’d lifted out of his bag, staring at it cluelessly.

The others all nodded, each holding up different items. “Is there a message in all of this guys?”

Namjoon nodded back at them, “think properly,” he instructed, waiting a few moments until Yoongi was the first to catch on to what the big surprise was. “It’s really not as difficult as you’re all making it out to be.”

“They’re having a baby.”

“Thank you Yoongi,” Namjoon chuckled, as finally the penny dropped for the rest of the boys as Yoongi informed them. “I really didn’t think it would be this much of a struggle to tell you that you’re going to be uncles.”

“Why couldn’t you just tell us you were pregnant?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Namjoon challenged back to Jungkook, “although I thought you’d all get it straight away with all the hints.”

“It all makes sense now that you’ve told us.”

Jimin:

The sounds of Namjoon groaning from the other side of the door caused Jimin’s heart to sink as he held your hair back. You didn’t intend to take as long as you did in the bathroom, but it was one of those things that couldn’t be helped.

“Are you planning on spending all day in there?” Namjoon questioned, banging loudly on the door, unaware of who was on the other side.

You let go of a heavy sigh, “I think I’ve got rid of it all, we might as well tidy up and let him in.”

Jimin nodded, flushing the toilet and spraying the aerosol, helping you to your feet before opening the door. Namjoon stood, stunned, when he noticed the two of you walking out together. “Sorry for such a wait Joon.”

“What took you so long?”

“Oh,” you stuttered, dropping your hands to your sides as you realised where they were resting. It wasn’t quick enough however for Namjoon not to pick up on it and end up placing all the pieces of the puzzle together too.

“Are you guys having a baby? Are you sick?”

“Maybe,” Jimin giggled, unable to hide the smile that grew on his face, “but none of the others know yet, please keep it quiet, for Y/N’s sake.”

“Don’t worry, when you tell them, I’ll act surprised too.”

Taehyung:

The moment Taehyung led the group of boys into the baby section of the clothes store had them all confused. It was an aisle they’d never walked down before, and one none of them planned on walking down for quite some time.

“Is this a prank?” Hobi whined from the front of the line that they walked down, following behind Taehyung’s lead.

Jin sighed at the back, “I was in the middle of a game, I didn’t quit it just to mess around shopping.”

Taehyung stopped once they reached a rail of baby grows, picking up a couple of his favourite ones and holding them tightly into his chest. “I needed to get your opinions otherwise how else is my child going to look good.”

“Your child?”

“You heard me,” he chuckled, as each one of their expressions dropped at his sudden words. “Don’t all look too surprised, I told you that there was a reason that I wanted you all to come out shopping with me today.”

“But we didn’t think you were going to tell us this.”

“I didn’t quite know how to tell you,” he grinned, placing the items into the basket that Namjoon carried. “You’re all going to be uncles.”

“But more importantly, our Taehyungie is going to be a dad.”

Jungkook:

Your head continued to shake as Jungkook pleaded with you to finally tell the others your news. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, but you were terrified that you were yet to reach the mark when these things were recommended.

“Will you please just listen to me?” You asked of him, “I don’t want to tell the others just yet, why can’t you see that?”

As you finished speaking, Yoongi walked around the corner. “What do you not want to tell us?”

You took a step back, leaving this one for Jungkook to handle. He sighed softly, feeling Yoongi’s deep stare watch his every move. “Nothing,” Jungkook whispered, but Yoongi was far from convinced, noticing your hand on your tummy.

“Are you pregnant?”

“Be quiet,” Jungkook snapped in a whisper, quickly realising his flash reaction had given your secret away to Yoongi instantly. “Please, don’t tell anyone just yet. It’s still early on, and we don’t want too many people to know.”

“You know that they’d all be thrilled for you?”

“Of course,” you smiled, finally breaking your silence. “But until we know the baby is fine, we don’t want too much of a fuss to be caused.”

“I get it, don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

---

Masterlist

[secretbangtnn]

Best Of Me | One

Pairings : →ot7 x reader, poly!BTS x reader

Genre : → vampireau, yandere!au, age gap, gore, obsessive behavior, ddlg/caregiver, poly, fantasy, supernaturals

summary : It’s quite unusual to find a little baby on your doorstep, especially that their area was not of the poorest - you could say that a vampire town was efficient with money and snobby creatures. However over time the first idea of just giving back the little girl seems more and more radical and those moody vampires slowly start perceiving deeper feelings to human they even wanted to kill.

notes ~

So im not really as happy as i wanted to be with this chapter, but its the first one that i needed to translate. Suprisingly Its easier for me to write the whole thing myslef than translating it from my native language. + Remember to leave something and im happy to say that we can start an ask game with the characters from my books

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Surprisingly this day was awfully ugly for such a beautiful season. Heavy rain was falling on the ground creating the big sheets of wall with those millions droplets that practically covered the whole view outside of the freshly cleaned window.

Tired sigh pierced the quiet, as for the household members, house only causing the weird tension to increase that was there from the early morning. Dark hair of the boy moved with him, now facing the cold, wet window.

Hyung…” Groaned the boy crashing on the couch closing the eyes in the process a little frustrated. Walking just next to him, a little taller man with bright yellow hair, looked at the dark haired one with a tired stare.

“I don’t have time Jungkook, go torture Yoongi or something.” A snort came out of the older one after the not so innocent proposition, as he kept carrying the big basket full of clothes.

And again he was alone. The youngest of the brothers, being the one who never knew what to do with his free time, wandering in the halls and every couch he could spot in their cosy house. His dark chocolate hair falling on his face, a little too long for his liking, but he was too lazy to actually do something with them.

Again that not happy groan left his lips, and wriggling similar to a child that did not get a toy he wanted, in the end forcing him to sit on the couch with a big pout. It was not normal in this household, the whole quiet and calm act, especially considering the residents he shared the home with.

They are more similar to animals than gentelems that appreciate a quiet time. So the weird atmosphere was definitely an unsettling thing for the youngest.

Again looking at the dark view outside the window, he tried to see the cause of all of this. Completely as if something was meant to happen, like the quiet before the storm.

And let me tell you, Jungkooks 6th sense never fails. Just as he thought that maybe just maybe this time he was wrong, a ring echoed in the whole household.

“Someone is gonna open it?!” He shouted being too irritated to even do it himself, despite being the closest to the doors.

Of course, nobody answered. So angry he was at this moment he got up from a nice cozy couch and with heavy steps he came to the big chunk of the wood.

He opened the door not that gently, mumbling an annoyed “what?”

So how irritated he got when he saw nothing, a void, the same doorstep and gate that stood there everyday, now with a big wall of rain to spice up the view. He looked around, now a little confused, while thinking that maybe someone was in the mood for jokes. But how stupid the idea of that was when he remebered, that for his hundreds years of living in this world the first time that actually someone managed to make fun of him was today.

And oh god he started to get so pissed.

So imagine how shocked he was when just before he closed the door he heard a really unusual sound coming from his feets. Unhappy sobs rang in the quiet afternoon immediately attracting his attention.

The young vampire was more than shocked, looking at the child in the pille of pastel colored blankets. Small sobs now increased in a big crocodile's tears with disturbing sounds of the kids crying.

“”No, no, no, please be quiet, we don’t want to wake up the old, ugly, moody grandpa. do we?” He panicked, whispering the words to the child that now laid in his arms. He just prayed that the actual old vampire really didn't take up because of the cries.

As the kid started to calm down, he stared at it with an unreadable emotion. It was a weird feeling, holding the delicate creature in his arm, knowing that just one wrong move, and the child would never cry again.

So what was that feeling that stirred down his stomach as the little creature grabbed his finger with a big open mouth. The sick emotion only made him panic even more, while looking back inside the house.

He decidied,. Sneaking was nothing new for his ninja move, and he strongly believed in his skills of not getting caught with a surprise in his arms. In the end the spiderman socks were a good choice, as their soft material made nearly no sound on the floor.

His stress level went higher with each step that brought him closer to the room that he knew he could not miss. The sound of a knife and cutting rung in his ears is similar to the music in horror music he likes to watch, now making him understand a feeling of pure fear.

Eyes closed while praying that the blonde man won’t turn around catching him in his act. But how wrong he was to believe in such a miracle. Nothing and absolutely gets past Kim Seokjin.

“Jeon Jungkook…” He died, completely freezing in place. Not opening his eyes he waited thinking that maybe it was just his head messing with him, and the blonde boy never actually turned to him. “What have you done again. If I need to clean the mess once again from the ketchup, I'm not going to…”

And as Jungkook thought that nothing can go worse, the little chil laughed a happy giggle while making the grabby hands for his bracelet.

“Jungkook?...What exactly are you holding?” The question like a knife cutted the heavy atmosphere in half. The silence just after that louder than everything he has heard before. He was even sure that he felt his nonexisting heart stopping. “Did you fucking steall a child?! I can’t be…”

“No! It’s not like that I swear I found it on our doorstep.”

“Do you really think think I am that stupid? How even the child could just appear there hm? Rolled there or better flyed on its plush unicorn?”

“Hyung, please you are going to wake up others.” He didn’t even hesitate to beg, looking at the blonde with such terrified eyes. The child in his arms happily munching on his bracelet completely unaware of the tension.

“Why would I care about others! You brought a child Jungkook, how can i be calm!?”

Dark haired unconsciously looked around with gritted teeth, now just waiting for the rest to appear. And he did not need to wait long, as just after he looked back at the blonde, someone came from the other side of the kitchen door.

Tall man with peachy hair and raspy voice, trying to get rid of the rest of his sleep, now scratching his head with confused expressions. Who wouldn’t be confused in this place, seeing a literal child in a house full of old vampires.

“What is this mess all about? You know what hour it is?” Said the tallest one. Blondie one only snorted as if offended while crossing his arms. “What?”

“Nothing.” Oldest mumbled irritated. The tallest only raised his brow, and repeated the question once again. Jungkook being now forgotten with the child trying to catch his attention with little sounds. “You dare to remind me of the hour?! Do you know how many nights I didn’t sleep because of you! If I just could silence you for good, you would have long ago ended like the voldemort, yes i'm talking about that nose of yours”

The taller one immediately touched his nose gasping not believing in what he just heard, now trying to silently disappear from the harash stare of his older brother.

As the peach hired one hid behind a counter, the attention now came back to the snaking Jungkook. More pairs of footsteps rang in the quietness of the home, slowly showing other people.

“Jin-hyung is angry again? What happened I want to see.” Announced the newcomer, sliding on his perfectly white socks.

“Who is angry here?! You want to see how angry I can be you...you…”

“You silly goose?”

“No that's to lame.”

“Dipshit?”

“You dipshit! Thank you Namjoon.” He finished with a red face. The newcomer only rolled his eyes, while making the shortest of the brothers that came with him laugh.

“Since everyone is here…” The tallest started.

“Wait, where is Yoongi.” Asked the red haired one, while leaning on the counter with a mysteriously made coffee.

“Here.” All of them shouted, hearing the sudden voice, and seeing the new person that appeared with a lightning of thunder. “So what’s this mess about?”

Everyone in the room simultaneously looked at the dark haired boy that immediately stopped in his tracks hoping for some power that could help him disappear. All the eyes slowly drifted down his arms, now staring at a bundle of blankets that started to move as if it knew of the attention.

“What is that?” Asked the tallest looking straight at the irritated blonde.

“Don’t ask me, I’m not the one that gives such a stupid example, making those idiots steal children.”

The kitchen is now again quiet, all the eyes on the little creature in the arms of the youngest. Only sound now being the child starting to sob again, making everyone tense.

“Shut it up you morons.” Said second oldest, annoyed at the loud cries. The blonde didn’t waste time, knowing how bad noise is for the black haired. Small body now shuddering because of the sobbing making the oldest coo at the little child.

His arms soon hold the bundle of blanket, trying to calm the kid down with his baby voice. It wasn’t hard to get lost in its eyes, them being mysterious and full of innocence, drawing up the blonde one. His big hand now on its red cheek, trying to feel the texture of the soft skin under his fingers.

And as the cries never happened, the child started giggling again trying to grab Seokjin hands with such a beautiful smile. It was a really soft sight to see making them all calm and giddy inside. But as the child opened its mouth Seokjin's smiles disappeared.

“What the matter?” Asked Namjoon a little bit taken aback by the change of his hyungs mood. The oldest only looked back at the rest of them with a terrified expression.

“It's a human.”

[yoonpobs]

Miss pobbie i think i thought of the cutest prompt

How about heartthrob yoongi and new girl oc but like idk established relationship and oc requests that she explore the new college alone but then she forgot her lunch or smth so he fetches her during lunchtime and people are shookt but he doesnt care since he only has heart eyes for her HAHA i hope im making sense 🤧

im sorry this took so long omg 😳 i hope this does your prompt justice <3

Transferring halfway through the academic year was not an ideal situation for anyone, especially for you. You already struggled with assimilating into new environments and now you were forced to do that all over again? With petrifying college kids? No thank you.

But life goes on and here you were, lost and confused. It was your fault, really. You insisted on exploring the campus alone, the side of you that refused to give in to the wary look that the judgemental clerk man who suggested a guide for your first day.

If being lost in a foreign territory wasn't bad enough, you were starving. Forgetting your lunch wasn't odd for you, nor was it any groundbreaking news to people who knew you well enough—but your stomach definitely does resent you for it.

You sigh, strolling mindlessly through the square as you keep your eyes rooted to the ground so you weren't forced to acknowledge the crowd of students that surround you. Despite the internal panic you were experiencing, no one seemed to care about the lost girl wandering around the campus. It was like that in college, people minded their own business, had their own shit to deal with.

Your feet travel instinctively, unaware of where it was taking you as you quicken your steps—and really, you should've learned from your numerous fumbles throughout the course of your life, but old habits died hard. Your carelessness eventually sends you stumbling into a firm surface as you yelp at the impact.

"Oh my God—I'm so sorry—!"

"Hey," the voice returns coolly as your eyes dart up, wide and stunned. "Was looking for you."

From the corner of your eye, you're aware of a group of students stopping in their tracks as they gawk at your interaction.

"I-I was doing fine on my own," you huff, blowing a strand of hair out of your vision as you turn your face away indignantly.

"Never said you weren't," he raises a brow before he's shoving a bag into your grasp. "Here."

"What's this?"

"Lunch," he says simply.

You immediately flush, and at the same time—you hear hushed whispers by your side. You know exactly what they're talking about even if you couldn't hear the contents of their conversation. You were a little dense, not unperceptive. This was why you insisted on exploring alone.

"I had my lunch already," you lie.

Yoongi nods unconvincingly before he sighs, reaching out towards your bag strap as you immediately dodge his hands. He shoots you a dry look as you stick your tongue out at him in response.

"Let me help you," he says.

"No," you retort petulantly, "I'm a big girl."

"A big girl who forgot her lunch," he reminds gently as you scowl.

"Not now," you hiss, suddenly hyperaware of the girl that passes you with her eyes ogling the person in front of you more so than you, immediately leaning to her friend and whispering into their ear.

"Baby," he says blandly and you briefly hear a person choke next to you.

"God—say that louder, will you?" you snap.

"Baby," he increases his volume as you clamp a hand over his mouth while he shoots you a blank stare.

"Yoongi," you grit, "Did you forget that we're in public?"

"No," he returns easily, "did you forget that I'm your boyfriend?"

"He has a girlfriend?"

Your face falls as you attempt to tug him aside, but Yoongi remains rooted in position as he sighs; as if you were the inconvenience.

"N-No—I just—I didn't want to make things weird," you whine, stomping your feet childishly as a small and fond smile makes its way to Yoongi's face.

"You're weird," he says as you pout at him. The look he gives you is nothing short of gentle, especially when he manages to slip your bag off your shoulder and lug it over his own. "Come, I'll show you around."

You're still flustered at the eyes on the two of you. You knew that this would happen—Yoongi was Yoongi and you ... well, you were the new girl. And Yoongi's always been the aloof, mysterious heartthrob. You didn't blame their reaction.

"You got me strawberry sandwiches," you beam up at him excitedly.

He chuckles softly before he nods.

Just as you were about to go off about the wonderfulness of the sandwich and how you were excited to sink your teeth into it—Yoongi extends his free hand out, palm facing upwards as you stare at it owlishly.

"W-What?"

"What," he smiles teasingly, "new girl's too good to hold her boyfriend's hand?"

You flush, ears turning red as you immediately snatch his waiting hand so that he wouldn't make a show out of it. Your head ducks down to avoid the gawking from the other students on campus as the whispers get exponentially louder.

"You're so dumb," you mumble, especially when he intertwines your fingers together.

"Love you too," he says softly as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

You swear you see a boy walk into a pole.

[cinnaminsvga]

Hug-o-gram | Yoongi

→ summary: 

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

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

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

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

→ genre: college!au, hugging booth!au, fluff, humor → warnings: yoongi is so smitten that he’s a walking disaster, so much shy!yoongi to the point where you’ll want to scream, seokjin just tryna get his homie some y/n love coochie bro ;o; → words: 13.3K → a/n: another commission by the lovely @jincherie​ because she’s epic like that!! she literally just told me to write whatever the hell i wanted and well... yoobie got me Good... anyway here’s more yoongi fluff bc apparently i’m a fluff writer now and sometimes i just want my boy to be happy... appa yip yip

Kim Seokjin makes a lot of good decisions. He also makes plenty of bad ones, but he likes to think the score is lying heavily towards the positives. Min Yoongi will be the first one to quickly disagree, but Seokjin doesn’t let it get to him. He doesn’t make it his business to listen to opinions that don’t immediately align with his, anyway; he likes to call it “selective hearing.” Yoongi calls it stupidity. Either way, the point still stands: Seokjin knows a good idea when he sees one. Case in point:

“This automatic popcorn machine is absolutely divine,” Seokjin moans, his mouth agape as he waits for the Mister Popcorn Robot to bestow him with another morsel of goodness.

“Yeah,” is Yoongi’s verbose reply. He also has his mouth agape, his prone body lying side by side with his roommate of four years in their small living room. Their roomba (another one of Seokjin’s good ideas) cleans all around them, its steady whirring serving as their only source of background music. “Lowkey though, I think our position isn’t quite… as optimized as it could be.”

“What do you mean?” Seokjin asks, as he drapes his leg over Yoongi’s. His movement jostles the surrounding popcorn halo around them, as most of the food had missed their mouths by a couple of centimeters. At this point, the roomba has probably eaten more of the popcorn than the two of them combined.

“Nothing,” Yoongi shrugs, or whatever might be the lying down equivalent of a shrug. Some of the popcorn on his chest falls down, only to be quickly devoured by roomba-chi. Yoongi stares at the ceiling, tracing shapes out of the cracks that Seokjin had accidentally made when he tried using a pogo stick indoors. He points up, catching Seokjin’s attention. “Hey, hyung. Doesn’t that look a bit like Y/N?”

Seokjin squints. “You mean the mysterious brown stain near the lights? I think the toilet from the elderly couple upstairs might have leaked that.”

“No, you dipshit. The squiggly curve over there. It reminds me of her smile.” Yoongi says. There’s a stupid dopey grin on his face and Seokjin wants nothing more than to wipe it off.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Seokjin groans, turning over to envelop Yoongi in a sweaty half-armed hug. The buttery residue on his arms and stomach leaves something to be desired, but Yoongi doesn’t scoot away. He only continues to sigh dreamily, staring mindlessly at the image of you that only his lovelorn brain can imagine.

Seokjin slaps Yoongi in the face. “Dude, get a fucking grip,” he grouses, giving Yoongi a serious look. The younger doesn’t break out of his trance, further irritating him. “Will you stop pining in front of my popcorn? It’s seriously making roomba-chi lose her appetite!”

To his credit, roomba-chi did seem to be slowing down, though that could also be because it had overloaded with popcorn and was seconds away from exploding. Wouldn’t be the first time, but Seokjin always managed to find a way to save roomba-chi from imminent death. She was like a daughter to him.

“Hyung, you know I can’t. I just… God, I really like her, you know?”

“That’s the third time you said that within the last hour. Believe me, I know.” Seokjin groans, shoving Yoongi away. He sits up, reaching over to the popcorn machine and switching it off. He grabs a fistful of fallen popcorn from the ground and shoves it inside Yoongi’s mouth. “There. That should shut you up.”

“Aw weawwy wike hew, hwung.”

“And yet, you still haven’t done anything after four years,” Seokjin tuts, finally standing up. He stretches his limbs, his joints creaking youthfully. He grabs his phone from the coffee table, nearly dropping it from the butteriness of his fingers. The clock reads 4:32 PM, which means–

“Yoongi, it’s time for me to head to work. You want to come with me today?” Seokjin asks, though he knows what answer he’s going to get. You see, Seokjin’s new booming business is another one of his fantastic ideas, but it is a little... inventive. Sure, Yoongi had scoffed when he had originally suggested the idea, but Seokjin knew that it was going to be a money-maker. Sure, it had taken a few years for the business to really take off, but once it finally did…

Enter Kim Seokjin’s Hug-o-gram Service! Students from his university are able to send anonymous payments directly to him, with little notes attached for their crushes. Each love letter delivery comes with a hug from Seokjin himself, delivered straight to the person without them ever knowing who the hug came from. It was ingenious! It was lucrative! But most of all…

It allowed Seokjin to cause drama and have an excuse for it! Nothing could have been more perfect for a man like him.

“No thanks,” Yoongi snorts, rolling over to face him. He watches from the floor as Seokjin changes into a butter-less shirt, which also happens to have his own face printed on the front and back. His trusty cardboard sign that reads “I’m Gonna Glomp Ya!” also joins his attire for the afternoon, a long piece of string tied to its edges so that he can wear it around his neck. Throwing on a pair of white sneakers with the tags still attached, Seokjin is ready to tackle today’s list of would-be hug-ees.

“How do I look?” Seokjin asks, combing his hair with his fingers. It leaves an oily sheen, which he somehow makes it work.

“Ugly,” Yoongi says, like a liar.

“It’s okay, I understand. I can speak tsundere, so you don’t need to explain,” Seokjin snickers, nearly getting hit with a TV remote by Yoongi. He opens his phone again, swiping to his e-mail to see his list of hug deliveries for the day.

Seokjin gets around 10 requests a day, with around half of them coming from regular clients. He’s especially fond of this boy who has been sending hugs to his TA named Namjoon for almost a month now. He has no idea why this kid has so much disposable income, though seeing the blush on Namjoon’s face everyday makes Seokjin think that he would spend every last penny for him too. Namjoon had begged Seokjin for his secret admirer’s identity, but snitchin’ isn’t a part of his service, unfortunately.

As much as Seokjin wants to know who is crushing on who, his little business wouldn’t work as well as it did if anonymity wasn’t included in his package deal. It allows people to thirst in public without facing the repercussions, like getting a knee to the groin or a slap to the face. Not that Seokjin has ever been at the receiving end of that; everyone loves him! Like, have you seen him? He must have saved a civilization in the past with how devastatingly beautiful his forehead is.

“Why am I suddenly filled with the relentless urge to deck you right now?” Yoongi says, getting up to change into clean clothes as well. His black t-shirt unfortunately does not have Seokjin’s face on it, but that can quickly be amended if the elder of the two decides to follow his every intrusive whim.

Seokjin laughs, completely unaware of the murderous capabilities of his friend. Due to his smaller body size, his percentage of evil is unusually concentrated. “Maybe it’s because you know that I’m into pain pla–” but Seokjin’s retort suddenly grinds to a halt. He chokes mid-sentence, coughing wildly as he pounds his chest with a balled-up fist. When Yoongi looks up at him, he finds his hyung staring slack-jawed at his phone, seemingly flabbergasted by what he finds on his screen.

“What’s the matter? Accidentally sent a dick pic to your prof again?” Yoongi snorts.

“That was one time! And no, it’s…” Seokjin trails off, uncharacteristically hesitant. He shifts his gaze from his phone to Yoongi, a drop of sweat quickly forming on the back of his neck. Yoongi raises a brow, silently urging him to continue.

Instead of replying, Seokjin hands him his phone. Yoongi finds a copy of one of Seokjin’s newest hug requests, only having just received it five minutes ago. As he scrolls down, he finds that this secret admirer is a new client, but that isn’t what made Seokjin stop in his tracks. Instead, it’s the recipient of the hug that catches his attention–

“Y/N has a secret admirer?” Yoongi says, voice cracking at the end. He clears his throat, trying his best to school his face into something less… jealous. He swivels away from Seokjin, forcing himself to breathe slowly through his nose. He convinces himself that he is the very epitome of calmness.

“You okay there, Yoongi? You look like you’re about to vomit,” Seokjin says, immediately breaking his inner peace. Yoongi groans loudly, shucking the phone over his shoulder, uncaring of where it lands. Seokjin, with his superhuman and God-given reflexes… doesn’t catch it. But he did dive to the floor like a seasoned Olympian, and his ass cushioned his phone so he supposes that’s a win.

Back to the matter at hand––

“I am fine,” Yoongi says, as he continues to not be fine.

From the floor, Seokjin shoots him a disbelieving look. He lies down more comfortably, propping his head on his elbows. Screw his hug-o-gram appointments for now; nothing brings him more joy than seeing Yoongi absolutely losing it. “Really? So you wouldn’t mind if I marched up to Y/N right now and give her the warmest, coziest, most tender hug of her fucking life?”

“Y… Yes,” Yoongi squeaks, neck glowing a furious red. He has his fists clenched (adorably) by his sides, head bowed as he faces the wall of their apartment. Seokjin’s brain makes the unhelpful comparison of Yoongi with that cat meme who says “no talk me angy” in Impact font.

Seokjin grins, his wickedness from within coiling and yearning to burst from his seams. This is it! Maybe if he pushes a little more, then maybe Yoongi will stop pining like a pathetic loser! Also, it didn’t hurt that he got to push Yoongi’s buttons while he’s at it, but hey! Not all heroes go to heaven or whatever.

He grabs his phone from his ass, scrolling back to the e-mail. “So… You wouldn’t mind if I walk up to Y/N right now and tell her ‘Hey! I’ve had an embarrassingly long crush on you and when I heard about this hugging service… I couldn’t miss the chance to shoot my shot! If you’re single and ready to #mingle, then please meet me at the Corner Cafe at 2 PM tomorrow.’” Seokjin sing-songs, snickering loudly when he sees the absolute pain etched onto Yoongi’s face.

There is a pause, and Seokjin waits as Yoongi uses his tiny kitty brain to think of what to do. He can only imagine what’s going inside his head, but he has a guess. Yoongi could either: 1) finally admit his feelings for you and come clean before Seokjin has to deliver your hug, or 2) do something stupid and counterproductive.

It comes as no surprise when Yoongi goes with option number––

“Hyung, let me come with you to work today,” Yoongi decides, walking over Seokjin’s prone body to their shoe rack. He slides into a pair of sneakers, his harried movements unusual for his customary lethargicness. He grabs a coat from its hanger, stomping his feet to get Seokjin to move faster. “C’mon! We have hugs to deliver.”

“Woah woah woah! Slow down there, Simpimus Prime.” Seokjin gets back up to his feet, skipping over to him. An absolutely feral grin is stretched upon his face. “Am I hearing what you’re saying? Are you offering… to deliver hugs with yours truly? Are you finally going to take up my offer to be an employee at Kim Seokjin’s Hug-o-gram Service?”

“Of course not,” Yoongi scoffs, but his shifting eyes betray him. He fidgets in place, refusing to return Seokjin’s eager gaze. “I just… wanted to go out for once. Yeah.”

“Yoongi.”

“What?”

“You haven’t left this apartment other than to go to class in over a month. You never go out. You’re an indoor cat!”

“I’m not a fucking cat,” Yoongi hisses, like a cat. “And of course I go out! There was that one time I went outside to pick up our food delivery last week.”

Judging from Seokjin’s unimpressed stare, Yoongi’s excuse doesn’t cut it. Yoongi flaps his arms around, defeated. “Okay, fine! I rarely go out! Screw me and the bounteous crapload of assignments I have due! It’s not my fault I don’t have the time to socialize and have fun. What do you want from me?”

What Seokjin wants is to push a confession out of Yoongi, not because he needs the confirmation, but mostly because he just wants to annoy Yoongi and say “I told you so!” He’s also pretty cute when he’s all blushy and tsundere whenever he talks about you. Should he film him and sell the footage on eboys.bb? He’s certain that goth boy over here would make a pretty penny.

“You like krabby patties, don’t you Squidward?”

“I have no idea what you mean,” Yoongi sniffs, nose upturned. He opens the door, not looking behind him to see Seokjin’s triumphant expression. “C’mon. Y/N’s last class of the day ends in a few minutes and we might catch her before she leaves the Science Building.”

Seokjin snorts. He is quick to slip his own coat on and he follows soon after. He locks their door shut, hopping over to Yoongi and matching his shorter-legged pace. “Yeah. Because you totally just know her schedule at the top of your head. You know, like a normal person.”

Yoongi ignores him. He trudges on, each step filled with determination as they make their way to Seokjin’s beat-up truck. Seokjin skips alongside him, observing the younger boy and placing bets inside his mind. The drive to campus isn’t that long as it only takes around 10 minutes to get there, but Seokjin guesses that Yoongi’s defenses will begin to chip away only 3 minutes into the drive.

He’ll start to realize the gravity of the situation, the cogs in his smooth and slushy excuse of a brain slowly comprehend what he’s about to witness. He’ll first think about how 1) he’s going to see you and that never helps his poor dainty grandpa heart and 2) he’s going to see you hugging Seokjin as he reads to you the short love confession from your anonymous Romeo. Seokjin bets that after 8 minutes, Yoongi will start to break out into a sweat, leaving gross perspiration marks on his good car seat leather.

After exactly 7 minutes and 34 seconds (Seokjin was keeping track of the time on his dashboard), Yoongi’s face turns an unflattering shade of green. “Dude. I don’t think this is a good idea.”

Yoongi had originally offered to drive the two of them to campus, but Seokjin had the good foresight to refuse. Had Yoongi been the one on the wheel, he would’ve brought them back home in an instant due to nerves. So instead, Seokjin speeds up, ignoring Yoongi’s soft whimpers of defeat.

“Too bad, but there is no turning back now. I have six deliveries today and I am not putting my livelihood on the line just because your balls have magically shrunk in size,” Seokjin snickers. He glances at Yoongi from the corner of his eye and feels the slightest touch of pity for the pathetic fool beside him. “But if it really makes you want to shit yourself from anxiety, we could save Y/N for last. Though, on second thought… That could also prolong your misery, which I will always be up for.”

“God, shut up,” Yoongi groans, slamming his head on the dashboard. Seokjin continues undeterred as he pulls into the campus parking lot, waiting for his friend to make up his damn mind for once in his life. He supposes that he is being a little harsh on Yoongi, but there are only so many sad love songs he can listen to without going completely insane.

Aren’t you tired of being nice? The demon on his shoulder cajoles, shoving the corpse of his angel counterpart somewhere down a ditch. Don’t you just want to go apeshit?

And who is Seokjin to deny his impulsive needs anyway?

“No, let’s… just get this over with,” Yoongi decides, head still smushed against his dashboard. He doesn’t make any move to get out of the car, not even when Seokjin shuts off the engine and makes a show of “leaving” Yoongi behind.

“Okay, lover boy. You have ten seconds to get your butt into high gear before I’m leaving you behind. And you should know that I’m not above playing dirty and giving Y/N the sweetest fucking hug of her life that will make her forget anyone else exists in this world, so you better start moving before I–”

Like lightning, Yoongi scrambles out of the car faster than if it had caught on fire (and Seokjin’s car has exploded before and Yoongi certainly did not seem as bothered to escape than he does right now.) He nearly trips over himself in his haste, getting caught by the car door and nearly receiving a concrete facial to boot. He straightens up with as much dignity as he can muster (which he doesn’t have very much of, if at all.) Seokjin is kind enough not to mention anything, but the shit-eating grin on his face is enough to make Yoongi bristle.

They exit the parking lot, looking to the world like the sun and moon had turned human for the day. Min Yoongi, with his all-black attire and gaunt appearance, is heavily juxtaposed with the man who appears to have been vomited on by a rainbow. They walk side-by-side together, accustomed to the stares that often come their way when they go out in public.

“I just can’t believe we’re doing this,” Yoongi moans for the umpteenth time, his movements stilted like a robot. His footsteps look heavily disjointed like his knees were beginning to rust. His arms swing like a pendulum, adding to the unnaturalness of his motions. Basically, he looks like a fucking idiot.

“Who are you calling an idiot?” Yoongi snaps. Seokjin startles a bit, realizing belatedly that he’d said that out loud. Not that he cares. Yoongi continues, “I’m not the one wearing a fucking cardboard sign that looks like a toddler made it with macaroni and glitter!”

“Hey, Taehyung told me it looked good,” Seokjin sniffs, fingering the macaroni pieces dejectedly. “I don’t need to hear an opinion from a Music major.”

“Shut up, Business major. No one likes you fucking snakes,” Yoongi retorts, crossing his arms. “Your definition of fun is going on LinkedIn and using Excel sheets.”

Distracted by their own quarrel, neither of them notice the sound of the large clock in the middle of campus that chimes every hour, signaling that it was already 5 PM. A few minutes later, hoards of students begin to leave university for the day, the walkways beginning to fill with people as they head home. Amidst the chattering and bustling of everyone trying to get out of the crowd, it is hard to notice that you are also one of the hundreds of people finishing your last class of the day.

But Yoongi notices, as he always does. Call it Y/N intuition, or whatever. “There,” Yoongi points you out over dozens of heads. Seokjin can hardly spot you, but he trusts Yoongi’s weird Y/N-dar to find you without fail. People have begun to notice the two of them, most of whom were whispering excitedly when they notice that Seokjin is in his work attire.

“Oh my god, someone’s getting a hug-o-gram! I wonder who…”

“Have you ever ordered one? I got one for my current girlfriend last month and that’s how we got together.”

“I’ve always wanted to send one, but the prices are insane! Fuck them business students and their capitalist ways.”

“Screw sending a hug to someone else! I wanna order a hug for me. Kim Seokjin is a hot piece of ass.”

(Yoongi swears the last comment had sounded eerily like Seokjin himself, but the older boy’s mouth hadn’t moved in the last minute.)

“Alright, Yoongi. Here’s the plan,” Seokjin leans closer to Yoongi, stage whispering into his ear. Everyone within a six-foot radius is eagerly eavesdropping, not even bothering to pretend that they aren’t. It’s common knowledge that Seokjin basks in their attention, anyway. Yoongi rolls his eyes, urging him to get it over with.

“Y/N is over there, right? Well, I have to send a hug to this guy named Mark Lee too, who just so happens to be over there,” Seokjin points behind them, in the opposite direction of where Y/N was heading, “so here’s my proposition. You go over to Y/N and deliver the hug for me, while I go catch up to Mark so that we can kill one bird with two stones!”

“Excuse me?” Yoongi wheezes, pushing Seokjin away from him. His eyes bug out. “Are you insane? I am not doing that. And the phrase is ‘killing two birds with one stone,’ you fucking idiot.”

“Same shit, Shakespeare! Who cares about numbers!” Seokjin exclaims, exasperated. “Listen, would you rather you hug Mark and I hug Y/N?”

“I would much rather prefer that I stick my whole fist up your anus,” Yoongi seethes.

“Interesting proposition, but maybe for a later time,” Seokjin says, not missing a beat. “Listen, dude. The longer we prolong this little bitchfest you have going on, the farther away Y/N is gonna get. You know I will stop at nothing to deliver her hug anyway, so would you rather you miss your chance right now when I am so magnanimously offering you a shot at getting closer to your crush?”

Even though Yoongi feels like his insides were slowly turning into mashed potatoes, he knows that he had already made a decision long before they left the house. Seokjin is right; this is a good opportunity for him, whether he is willing to admit it out loud. Perhaps it is just because it is Seokjin of all people who is egging him on that preprogrammed him into thinking that this was a bad idea. In all seriousness, it was just a hug, nothing fancy. It isn’t like Yoongi was going to have to kiss you––

(His heart contracts and Yoongi wonders if he’s having a stroke. The thought of your soft lips connecting with his is enough to cause the wind to knock out of his chest. God, Yoongi is so screwed.)

“Why must I always feel as though I am a snail and God is personally salting me,” Yoongi groans, stepping away from Seokjin and heading your way. Behind him, Seokjin hollers in what he assumes is friendly support, but it only further antagonizes Yoongi. The absolute buffoon waves enthusiastically from behind him, a beaming grin almost ready to split his face in two. Yoongi flips him off without looking back.

God fucking dammit. The closer that Yoongi is to approaching you, the stronger the urge to just evaporate like ice cream on hot concrete becomes. He can feel himself perspiring from every corner of his body and he just hopes that his black attire will do well to mask the slimy creature that he is underneath his clothing.

This is all Seokjin’s fault, Yoongi reminds himself. If he hadn’t started this stupid hugging service in the first place, then no one would have ordered a hug for you in the first place. Then Yoongi wouldn’t have to be in this stupid predicament either!

But you could’ve ordered a hug for her if you wanted to, says the annoying part of his brain – the same part that’s always been a little bit too hopeful for Yoongi’s liking. The whispers continue, And she wouldn’t even know it would be you! But more importantly…

“Seokjin wouldn’t know either,” Yoongi huffs irritably because he knows it’s true. The biggest thing stopping him from ever making a move on you, other than his debilitating fear of rejection and heartbreak, is the fact that he’d rather explode into spores than for Seokjin to find out that he’d used his “genius” business idea to get the girl of his dreams.

He’s afraid that one day, Seokjin would magically develop telepathic powers (a fear that Yoongi feels that the majority of the human population should also share) and find out that Yoongi doesn’t actually think his hug-o-gram service is dumb. It’s actually really cute, and Yoongi hates to admit that the success rate of his service is nearly perfect in terms of getting couples together.

But Yoongi is a strong (read: stubborn) man; he’d rather drop dead than allow Seokjin the satisfaction of seeing his business work out for his seemingly hopeless case. Which brings him to the present–

You’re standing by the entrance of the Sciences building. You are dressed nicely as always; Yoongi doesn’t think he’s ever seen you in anything remotely slobby, not even a pair of sweats like any regular uni student. You always look a little bit business proper: the epitome of someone who should be on the student council.

You’re speaking to someone, a younger male student by the looks of it. The hairs on Yoongi’s neck stand at attention and, God forbid, did he just fucking growl? Did he make that sound? By the looks of the students carefully navigating their way around him, Yoongi surmises that he did make that sound. Geez, is he some sort of animal? Is he going to turn into those feral stan accounts on Twitter that salivate over their K-pop boys like it’s their job? He hopes not.

But what if that’s the kid who sent the hug–

Yoongi shuts up his brain before he can let it finish. No, he can’t let himself go down that path. It’ll only cause him to self-combust right then and there, and he isn’t exactly keen on letting you see his entrails anytime soon. That would be the least cool thing to do, he decides. And so, with his brain turned off, he walks over to you, arms swinging robotically by his sides as he forces himself closer.

“Oh thank you so much, Y/N! You’ve been a real help to our club, you know?” The boy (Yoongi can’t believe they’re letting toddlers into university these days!) says, his eyes glittering with an ambition that still hasn’t been killed by the all-consuming dread that comes with university.

You laugh lightly, the sound causing butterflies to flutter excitedly in Yoongi’s chest. “No worries, Soobin. I’m glad I could be of help. If the editorial board needs any more help, don’t be shy to shoot me a message, alright?”

Soobin nods enthusiastically, his head bobbing up and down so quickly that Yoongi was afraid his neck would snap. “No worries, Y/N! Have a good rest of your week!” He waves a cheery goodbye, springing away with his numerous anime keychains on his backpack jingling softly in his wake.

“What a cute kid,” you sigh. You look incredibly fond, and Yoongi hates the bitter coil swimming in the pit of his stomach. That feeling soon fizzles out when you finally turn to face Yoongi. Your eyebrows shoot up, but your expression quickly morphs into one of pleasant surprise. Yoongi’s heart stops for just a moment, feet turning cold. “Yoongi! Oh my goodness, it’s been a hot minute since I’ve seen you! How’s it going?”

Let’s play a game, shall we? How many of Yoongi’s nervous ticks can you spot within the next five minutes? Think of this as the easiest game of Where’s Waldo ever!

“Hnng,” Yoongi stammers, his hand immediately going to scratch the back of his neck. His cheeks pinken, pupils shaking in every different direction as they try to focus on anything but you. It always feels like he’s standing way too close to the sun when he’s around you, hardly able to keep his gaze focused on you. He chooses to stare resolutely at your chin, but even your fucking chin was impossibly cute.

Seriously? Yoongi is a walking shitshow! His inner voice comes back, but this time it sounds uncannily like his roommate. Come on, buddy. Just say hi… You know, like a normal person. “H… Hey, Y/N.”

Success count: 1 point for the Yogurt Machine!

Even though Yoongi felt like he was living his worst nightmare, you still looked every bit like his favorite daydream. You are all smiles, seemingly unperturbed by Yoongi’s slow, embarrassing demise. “It’s so good to see you! Midterms haven’t been too hard on you, I hope?”

“I’ve been better,” he says. Better now that you’re here, he leaves unsaid. God, can you imagine if he said that out loud?

Your mouth drops open, soft cherry blossoms blooming across your cheeks. “Um, what did you say?” you squeak, embarrassed. But certainly not as embarrassed as the boy in front of you.

Yoongi stops breathing. He did not say that aloud, had he? Judging by the awkward silence stretching between the two of you, the signs are pointing to: yes. Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygo–– “Er, what I mean to say is,” Yoongi stutters through his sentence, his entire body flushing fire engine red like it’s nobody’s business. He must look like Satan’s spanked ass right now. “I… I’m here to deliver a hug!”

Confusion quickly replaces the shock on your face. You tilt your head, brows scrunching up cutely. “A hug?” you ask.

“R-right,” Yoongi says, waving his arms around because he has nothing else better to do. He gestures vaguely in the opposite direction, where Seokjin had left to find his other clients. “I’m, uhh… Helping my roommate. Have you heard of Seokjin’s hug-o-gram service?”

“Oh, yeah!” You hop excitedly in place, looking to all the world like the cutest thing in the universe. Yoongi thinks you should be classified as a public hazard, what with how you’re somehow able to give him diabetes just from standing next to him. “I totally heard about that! I’ve always wanted to send a hug, but I’ve always been a little shy.”

That piques Yoongi’s interest immediately. You wanted to send a hug? But to who? He unconsciously clenches his jaw, and he can feel a vein pop up near his neck. He forces himself to smile, but he knows it probably looks more like a grimace. “Oh really? That’s… I didn’t know you had a crush on somebody.”

Yoongi is too busy wallowing in his own self-pity puddle that he misses the way you gaze shyly up at him through your eyelashes, your hands clasped behind your back. “Y-yea… I don’t really go around telling it to just anybody,” you shrug as nonchalantly as you can. You clear your throat. “So, are you here to deliver a hug or something?”

Nothing gets past you, huh? Yoongi swallows thickly as he twiddles his thumbs. He still can’t bear to look at you head-on, afraid that his emotions would be too obvious if he did. (Who is he kidding… He knows he’s fucking obvious, and yet you never seem to get the picture!) “Yea, I am. I’m here to deliver one to you, actually.”

He doesn’t get to see your reaction, but he does notice the way your entire body stiffens. His mind immediately starts to run a minute, trying to guess why you’d suddenly gone stock still.

Did you know who your secret admirer was already? Or perhaps, were you just thoroughly shocked to receive one at all? That can’t be it… You’re the campus sweetheart! Surely it’s much weirder that it has taken eons for you to get your first hug… Or perhaps, are you so disgusted by the thought of him delivering the hug? Oh my god, what if you didn’t want him to hug you? Shit, this entire thing is a terrible idea! How did Seokjin ever convince him to do this stupid shit and get his heartbroken in the process? He swears he’s going to shove ten firecrackers up his ass the next time he sees him––

“Um, Yoongi?” You’re staring worriedly at him, your hand semi-raised as if you were about to wave in front of him. Did you say something? He must look like a fucking prick to you! He shakes his head, trying desperately to get his mind back into his body. Why must he be cursed with inner monologue disease? What is he, some sort of shoujo manga male protagonist?

“Sorry about that. I’ve been a little spacey these days,” he laughs, but even he can hear the panic laced in his voice. He sounds just on the edge of being hysterical. “Ahaha… What were you saying?”

“I was just… shocked?” You giggle softly, making Yoongi cry internally. You smirk, mischief glittering in your eyes. “I just never imagined you’d be the type to… I don’t know…”

“Willingly hug people for the sake of capitalism? I feel you,” Yoongi snorts, forgetting for a moment who he’s talking to. “Believe me, I’d rather drop dead than allow Seokjin to use me for his stupid business venture.”

“Then why are you delivering a hug to me now?” you ask, still smiling.

“Hnng,” Yoongi’s tongue feels like it’s grown two sizes all of a sudden. He wheezes, choking on his own spit as he’s caught off guard by your question. “W-well, I––”

“Just being a good friend, I’m guessing?” You’re full-on giggling now, barely trying to hide your mirth behind your hands. Yoongi understands now; you’re teasing him. He hates how amused you are by his awkwardness, but he loves the way your entire expression lights up, like you’re enjoying yourself by being with him.

“Let’s go with that,” Yoongi mumbles, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment. He has his head bowed, hoping that his unruly fringe can finally come in handy and hide the disastrous blush encompassing his face. “Right… I’ll just, umm…”

“Am I getting my hug today, or am I gonna have to take a rain check?” You laugh, slapping his shoulder in an attempt to help him shake off the awkward tension. It has the opposite intended effect, as Yoongi’s breath hitches imperceptibly at your proximity. You had taken a step closer, and Yoongi could smell the sweet perfume you always seemed to be wearing. Please don’t pop a boner right now. That would be super fucking creepy.

“You’re…” Yoongi hesitates, arms uselessly immobile by his sides. He doesn’t know if he can even get them to move at this point, as he has lost all motor skills the moment you had focused all your attention on him. It’s a miracle that his heart remembers to beat every so often. “I’m just… I’m just gonna go for it, okay?”

You nod, hands tucked neatly behind your back. “No need to be scared, Yoongi. I don’t bite,” you joke.

God, if you only knew about the dreams I’ve had of you. Yoongi hopes to all the deities from up above that he had not said that aloud, but you don’t seem to be disgusted, so he can only assume that his traitorous brain had disconnected with his mouth for the time being.

He shuffles closer to you, the warmth of your body closing in as he makes the grueling effort to lift his arms up to gently wrap themselves around you, but before he can even fully hug you––

You’re quick to reciprocate. With a small laugh, you wrap your own arms around his torso, nuzzling into his chest with more force than Yoongi was expecting. He lets out a soft wheeze, mouth dropping open when he is assaulted by the smell of your fruity shampoo. His hands hover awkwardly above you, still unsure of where it’s okay to touch you without weirding you out.

You tilt your face up, eyes crinkling cutely by the sheer force of your grin. Both of your faces are only centimeters away from each other, and Yoongi could probably count your eyelashes if he so desired. His breathing stills as he becomes positively mesmerized by the beautiful sight in front of him. He doesn’t even hear the sound of phone camera shutters around him, as he is much too deeply focused on nothing but you, you, you.

“Hey, don’t half-ass your hug! Gimme a good ol’ bear hug!” you whine, nudging his elbows gently to get them to move. Snapped out of his reverie, Yoongi mechanically does as you say, his head completely empty of thoughts. He wraps his arms tightly around your shoulders, his wrist knocking slightly against the back of your head until you’re back to snuggling deep into his chest.

“Your laundry detergent smells nice,” you say, slightly muffled by his shirt. Yoongi lets out a breathy laugh, mostly out of disbelief more than anything. He can’t even begin to process anything right now; he feels like he’s reverted back into a single-celled organism.

“Thanks?” Yoongi squeaks, but you don’t seem to mind his awkward attempts at being a Normal Person™️. You crane your neck upwards so that you’re looking him directly in the eye. There’s a twinkle of mischief there, like you’re enjoying Yoongi’s flushed face a little too much. He honestly feels like he’s seconds away from exploding into tiny bite-sized pieces, and he fears that if you snuggle deeper into his chest, he might just do exactly that.

“So… Are we just supposed to hug for another ten minutes, or am I allowed to let go?”

Yoongi doesn’t even realize how long it’s been. You could’ve been hugging him for ten hours and he wouldn’t have known. Yoongi jerks away from you, nearly vaulting himself across campus by how quickly he lets you go. Thankfully, you don’t appear offended––you were more amused than anything. Yoongi has no idea how red he is right now; he feels like he could be blowing steam out of his ears, astounding anatomists everywhere by his peculiar talent.

“I just have to–” Yoongi pats his back pockets for his phone, clumsily pulling it out and looking for his text messages, “–read this message from your, um, secret admirer and then we’ll be good to go.”

“Great.” You nod at him enthusiastically. “Whenever you’re ready, Yoonie.”

Yoongi’s breath hitches right then, caught off guard by the nickname. Only you ever called him that, and it never fails to make Yoongi’s insides feel like molten lava every time you say it. “I… Yeah, here goes,” Yoongi mutters, trying his best to remember how to speak.

He recites the message with as much enthusiasm as he can manage, which is to say, not very much. He could probably read the phonebook with more zeal, but it’s hard to give it his all when the words feel like acid in his throat. He’s unconsciously clenching his jaw as he speaks, looking like a constipated gorilla. “...so, if you’re single and ready to #mingle, then––” Yoongi stops mid-sentence, staring resolutely at his phone screen with a grimace.

You blink confusedly. “Then?”

“Then nothing,” Yoongi finishes, pocketing his phone without an inch of remorse. “I don’t know what was up with that message, but somehow the letter got cut short. Sorry about that.”

“Huh, strange.” You shrug your shoulders, not bothering to question him.

Yoongi fist bumps himself mentally, though other people might disagree and say that he doesn’t deserve any type of congratulations, to which Yoongi says a big “fuck you!” to those imaginary haters. In the wise words of Kim Seokjin himself, “not everyone is worthy to receive your fucks, so it’s time to stop giving them.” (Kim, 2020)

“Well, that was fun! Thanks for delivering the hug to me, Yoonie,” you pinch Yoongi’s cheek, giggling when they turn even redder. “I’ll see you around, I guess? Don’t let those midterms kill ya!” You wave cheerily at him, walking past him and heading towards the bus stops. Yoongi stands frozen in place, the events of the last few minutes finally catching up to him and frying his brain beyond repair.

Oh my god, he fucking hugged you! Like, a good and genuine hug! You felt so warm and so soft and you smelled really good and it was more than he could ever imagine and just––

Yoongi’s brain is trying (and failing) to desperately parse the delayed barrage of information as it comes, but it’s hard for the little hamster running circles in his head when it has never had to run a day in its life. Yoongi’s body feels like it’s overheating even though the weather is nearing the start of winter, but that’s all thanks to you and the devastating effect you have on him.

In short, Yoongi machine has broken, and any sort of maintenance is going to be hard to come by at the moment.

Yoongi could have been standing in front of the Science building for an entire year and he wouldn’t have budged until a tornado in the form of Kim Seokjin arrived to knock him out of his brain dead state. Whistling lowly, the elder stops in front of the rigid mass of meat, an eyebrow quirked in exasperation. “Dude, nice rigor mortis cosplay. Like, yes girl, give us nothing!” he exclaims, slapping Yoongi back to consciousness.

Yoongi blinks rapidly, dazed like he’s woken up from a dream. “What? What’s happening?” he replies dumbly.

Seokjin rolls his eyes. “Yoongi. Did you finish delivering Y/N’s hug or what? I finished all my deliveries in the same time you had with Y/N, so I better hope to God you aren’t planning on applying to be an employee of mine, because you certainly have a long way to go before––”

“I hugged her,” Yoongi interrupts, eyes going glassy once more. His mouth is agape, and Seokjin can see a pool of saliva forming, ready to runneth over. He could see the rusted gears turning inside his dongsaeng’s head. “Oh my god, hyung. I fucking hugged her.”

“Yeah, and I hugged Taehyung Kim and felt his gigantic dick press into my stomach. You aren’t special,” Seokjin snorts, clasping Yoongi by the bicep. He drags him away, leading them to their parked car. “C’mon, Dampé. I’m tired and I wanna eat popcorn again.”

As they walk back to the parking lot, the campus roads are a lot less populated now that most students have gone home. Yoongi only then realizes how late it truly is and he vaguely wonders how long he had been stuck standing there before Seokjin had come to drag him back home. The sun has begun its daily descent, filling the courtyard with a warm glow and causing their shadows to grow longer as they trudge quietly to their car.

The campus is quiet enough that both of them hear the quiet buzz of Seokjin’s phone, despite him putting it on silent mode before he had gone on his hugging deliveries. He stops mid-step, causing Yoongi to bump his nose into his wide back. He yelps, shoving Seokjin forward in irritation.

“Why’d you fucking stop, you asshole?” Yoongi whines, his normal annoying personality resurfacing now that he’s begun to recover from your hug. He peers over Seokjin’s behemoth shoulders, squinting at his phone screen. “What? Another hug delivery?”

“Yeah. I’ll do it tomorrow since I think she’s gone home for the day,” Seokjin says, his tone sounding slightly too delighted for comfort. “In fact, I know she’s gone home already.”

Yoongi stills, changing his focus onto the elder’s expression. He looks… too eager to receive a simple hug-o-gram request. A shiver shoots through Yoongi’s spine when he realizes how nefariously bastardous Seokjin’s smile has grown, the tips of his smirk curling upwards like a villain from a classic Disney animation.

“What?” Yoongi glares acidly at Seokjin, but the elder is unaffected. In fact, he seems to grow more pleased the more aggravated Yoongi becomes. “Spit it out! What’s got your prostate tickled?”

“Oh, nothing,” Seokjin singsongs, shoving his phone down the front of his pants, exactly where he knows Yoongi would never touch. “Just got an interesting new regular customer, is all.”

“A new regular?” Yoongi’s pitch heightens, the hairs on the back of his neck bristling in alarm (like a cat.) “Is it… Another request for… You know who?”

“I wasn’t aware Voldemort went to our university,” Seokjin teases, thoroughly enjoying Yoongi’s distress. “Though, if you’re talking about Y/N, then the answer is not not not no.”

“Two double negatives.” Anyone could hear the audible soft rattling of his two brain cells exerting themselves as Yoongi deciphers his answer. “That means…”

Yoongi stares pointedly at Seokjin’s crotch, where the outline of his phone is glaringly obvious. “Show me,” Yoongi growls, not making a move to actually touch Seokjin’s nether regions.

Seokjin shrugs his shoulders. “No one’s stopping you from taking my phone though?”

“Hyung!”

“Buy me bubble tea first, then we’ll talk.”

“Fine,” Yoongi acquiesces, folding his arms in annoyance. “Just tell me. Is it really the same guy who requested the hug for Y/N today as well?”

Seokjin fiddles around for his phone, digging deeper when it nearly drops down the leg of his pants. When he pulls it out and swipes to his e-mails, he confirms Yoongi’s fear. “Yep. And it seems like he saw you deliver the hug today. Says that he’d prefer that I deliver the hug next time,” Seokjin smirks, enjoying the deep-set frown on Yoongi’s face.

When Seokjin takes a closer look at the order, however, he notices something a little off. “Hold on a sec,” he scrolls to the receipt, scowling when he sees the incorrect amount. “Well, you might be in luck, Yoongi-chi. Looks like loverboy sent the wrong payment. He’s a few dollars short.”

“What?” Yoongi says, for what feels like the tenth time in this entire fic. He grabs Seokjin’s phone, no longer repulsed by where it had been only a few minutes prior. Like Seokjin said, the customer had given the wrong amount, much to both their confusion.

“That’s weird, considering he just ordered a hug today,” Seokjin murmurs, shaking his head. “Oh well. Happens to the best of us. Guess I’ll just have to refund the poor sap.”

“Wait,” Yoongi presses the phone to his chest, preventing Seokjin from taking it. His hyung raises a brow.

“What is it?”

“What if I just… pay you the remaining amount? Then I can also deliver the hug to her and, uhh...” Yoongi mumbles the remaining part, but Seokjin has trained his ears to catch every whisper and mutter for moments just like this. He wouldn’t be where he is today if he didn’t perfect his eavesdropping skills to a spy’s degree. That’s right––Seokjin is a sloppy and nosey bitch and he’s not afraid to admit it!

“Oh? Do my ears deceive me?” Seokjin guffaws, pinching Yoongi’s cheeks for good measure. He hisses in response, but Seokjin isn’t afraid of some little kitten. Seokjin is a bigger bitch with a meaner bite. “Is my little Yoongi Woongi seriously offering to deliver another hug to Miss Y/N? How magnanimous of you.”

Yoongi stares at him, stunned for a moment. A few seconds pass before he shakes his head, faux disdain coloring his expression. “That’s right,” Yoongi huffs, detaching himself from Seokjin’s meaty claws. He keeps his gaze averted, like the big stupid tsundere that he is. “I’m doing this out of the goodness of my heart! I care about your profits, and I want to make your workload a little lighter! Isn’t that what you want?”

“Sure, let’s go with that,” Seokjin snickers, poking Yoongi in the tit. He swivels away, skipping merrily away to their parked car. “I’m expecting that cash in my Paypal by the time I get to the car, or else the deal is off. Make it snappy, loverboy!”

Yoongi had never transferred cash to someone so quickly in his life.

(Yes, not even when the food court on campus was doing a BOGO promo for churros. That’s the extent of how whipped his ass is, period.)

x x x x x

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

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

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

“Listen, I’m seriously not forcing you to do this,” Seokjin starts, even though he’s giving his utmost effort to further embarrass Yoongi by handing out flyers about Hug-o-gram’s newest employee. “Please, take one!” he cajoles, offering a flyer to a gaggle of giggling freshmen. “Make sure to reserve a hug within the week! Yoongi-chi over here is on his way to becoming employee of the month if he gets ten requests by Friday!” They all point and whisper at Yoongi, and he swears he hears one of them wolf whistle in admiration.

“That’s what makes this entire thing terrible. I’m doing this on my own volition, and I absolutely abhor myself for it,” Yoongi moans, grabbing Seokjin’s stack of flyers and smacking himself in the head with them. It probably would’ve hurt more when Seokjin still had a full-stack, but people had swarmed them the moment they entered the heart of the campus, everyone curious to see Yoongi in his interesting attire.

Seokjin might have been famous for creating the Hug-o-gram Service, but Yoongi was famous for hating the business idea, so it’s easy to understand why everyone was interested. (For good reason, he thinks darkly to himself.)

“Damn, Yoongi-chi. Looks like you’re trending on the campus Reddit page,” Seokjin laughs, wheezing even harder when Yoongi points him with a murderous glare. “What? Like you said, this was all your idea.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t ask to wear… whatever this is!” Yoongi whines, tugging on the string around his neck. The cardboard sign had been ready and prepared the moment they arrived home the other day, arousing Yoongi’s suspicions on Seokjin’s actual involvement in his current predicament. Those suspicions are put in the backburner for now, however, as Yoongi actually feels like he might die of embarrassment instead of the packets of MSG coursing through his veins from the ten ramen packs he ate this morning. Maybe both will kill him, if he’s lucky.

“Well, I would love to lend you my uniform, but I haven’t gotten a t-shirt printed with your face on it yet, so you’ll have to deal with the kitten ears and cardboard sign for now,” Seokjin says, patting him on the back. “Or, would you rather I have you wear a shirt with my face on it? I’m open to suggestions.”

“I’d rather swallow a Tide pod, thanks,” Yoongi says through gritted teeth. “C’mon, let’s move. We’ve been standing in the middle of campus like street clowns for long enough. We need to find Y/N because her class is about to end.”

“Street clowns, huh? I guess you are only missing the make-up to complete the look, especially since you seem adamant to keep honking your way through that sickening crush of yours.” Seokjin nearly catches a punch to the head, but his superior reaction time saves him from Yoongi’s sorely lacking physicality. He snatches Yoongi by the hand, dragging them towards your lecture hall. “C’mon, clown! Let’s honk this bread!”

As the two of them get closer to where you are, Yoongi’s heartbeat begins to accelerate. He wonders idly if he should see a doctor after all this, hoping that he hadn’t actually contracted heart disease due to all this stress. Lord forbid that he meet his end before he even gets to ask you out or something!

Even though he’s already hugged you once (and it was, by far, the most euphoric experience of his sad, miserable life), he still finds himself getting clammy hands at the thought of seeing you again. Nevermind the fact that he looked like a walking circus with his get-up… No, Yoongi refuses to think about it anymore, lest his last remaining brain wrinkle irreversibly smoothens.

The campus clock rings loudly, signaling the end of another block of classes. Students rush out of the buildings, with you being one of the first ones out for a change. When Yoongi spots your head of hair among the crowd, he doesn’t immediately notice what you’re wearing at first. In fact, it’s Seokjin who stops in his tracks for a moment, surprised by how you look.

“Woah, Y/N! Looking good,” Seokjin greets, rushing past Yoongi to envelop you in a hug. (A platonic hug, Yoongi reminds himself. Because unlike Yoongi, Seokjin is a normal human being who can give hugs to anyone he wants because he’s… fucking Seokjin! Lucky bastard that he is.)

“Woah!” You laugh, surprised by the sudden hug. You pat him on the back giddily, allowing him to swing you around a little. “What’s this all about? Am I getting a hug-o-gram again?”

“Yes, you are. But not from me,” Seokjin detaches himself from you, scooting away to point at Yoongi. When Seokjin moves away, Yoongi finally understands why his hyung had said you looked good. No, that was an understatement––you looked [redacted].

(For the sake of the author’s fragile ash-coated heart, she has chosen to redact Yoongi’s exact words to protect herself from slamming her head against a keyboard from how cheesy this fic is becoming. Let’s just say the word starts with a B and ends with an L. Make of that as you will.)

You must have come out of an interview or presentation of sorts because you were dressed more nicely than you usually do, which is a pretty big deal considering how put together you always looked. Your hair is styled nicely, obviously given much more care and effort than your regular appearance. You’re wearing a cute little black dress, long enough to be professional but short enough to give Yoongi breathing problems.

If Yoongi’s brain had a playlist, it would be nothing but the sound of him going HNNNNNNNNNG on repeat.

“Oh geez.” Yoongi curses lowly, smiling through the pain. This is fine, he thinks, even though it is clearly not fine. Yoongi has always been a terrible liar.

“Yoongi?” You sound incredulous, though that’s honestly a win in Yoongi’s book considering everything. You didn’t look disgusted, so that’s great. “You look…” You stop yourself, covering your mouth to hide your grin but your amusement is palpable. At least he made you laugh, he supposes.

“Like a fucking idiot? You said it,” Yoongi snorts, arms crossed defiantly. He’s trying to look intimidating, but with his cheeks puffed up and these abominable kitten ears on his head, he looks more like a grumpy cat throwing a tantrum. He juts a thumb at Seokjin, “Thank this himbo for the outfit. I definitely would have chosen something more… inconspicuous.”

“But where’s the fun in that?” You quip, still trying to mask your giggles. On the other hand, Seokjin was wheezing like a hyena, his phone pulled out and presumably filming Yoongi to add to his cringe compilation.

“Exactly what I said!” Seokjin says through his laughter, tears of mirth streaming down his face. He walks back to Yoongi, pushing him forward until he’s face to face with you. “Go on, then! We haven’t got all day!”

“I’m assuming you’re officially part of Seokjin’s hug-o-gram business now?” you ask, opening your arms wide to accept his hug. Like the beta male that he is, Yoongi has to be the one to follow in your footsteps, meekly coming closer to wrap you in an embrace.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Yoongi mutters, tucking his chin onto your shoulder. He feels you vibrate with laughter, bringing a small smile on his own face. He likes making you laugh, always has.

With the cardboard sign serving as a barrier between the two of you, he isn’t as fearful of you feeling the erratic beat of his heart, though it wouldn’t be hard to guess if you looked at him. He closes his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy your hug rather than just panic through the entire ordeal like yesterday.

Soon enough, you’re detaching yourself from him, still standing close. Your arm is just a hair’s breadth away, and if not for Seokjin enthusiastically videotaping this entire experience, Yoongi might have closed in for another hug if he could manage.

“It’s always nice to get a hug from someone you like, huh?” You say, cheeks tinted a rosy color. The true meaning of your words flies over Yoongi’s head, as his feeble mind chooses to focus on your comment a little differently.

“I––Of course I like you! We’re friends, aren’t we?” Yoongi laughs nervously, unaware that he’s slowly digging himself into a ditch. To the side, Seokjin audibly slaps a hand to his face, body shivering with secondhand embarrassment from being blasted by the full force of how idiotic his friend actually is.

Yoongi sees you deflate a little, further confusing him. “Yeah, you’re right I guess…” You sigh, taking a step backward dejectedly. Yoongi flounders a little, unsure how he managed to fuck up in just a few seconds when you had just hugged him like your life depended on it.

Choosing now to interfere before the going gets rough, Seokjin steps in between and slings an arm around both of you. Yoongi groans under the weight of his arm, glaring when he notices that Seokjin had done it on purpose, but only to him. You don’t look too bothered by his rude gesture, albeit you were more befuddled than before.

“Hey, Y/N! I don’t know if you’ve ever ordered a hug-o-gram before, but I’m doing a special this week! Now that Yoongi-chi has so kindly joined the team,” Seokjin gives him a pointed look, to which the black-haired music major sticks his tongue out petulantly, “we’re doing a little promotion for first-time customers! Would you be interested in ordering one?”

Your eyes widen, looking like a deer caught in headlights. “M-me? Ordering a hug-o-gram? Well, I…” you hesitate, sending a small glance at Yoongi before looking away in embarrassment. “I would like to, but I don’t know if it’ll be well received, you see…”

Seokjin grumbles, silently cursing the stupid shithead who caused his own demise in the first place. The worst part is that he had no idea that he totally just friendzoned you! YOU! Someone who was literally leagues ahead of him. He sincerely has no idea what you see in this bumbling idiot, but everyone with a brain knows that you have been crushing on him for as long as he’s been crushing on you, so perhaps you’re a little bit of an idiot yourself for liking him back.

Being friends with the two of you makes him feel like he’s constantly wearing a sloppy wet diaper, and he hates it. He wants to wipe his ass as soon as possible!

Seokjin shoves Yoongi away roughly, ignoring his indignant squawks as he pulls you aside. He takes you by the hand, taking you a few steps away from Yoongi, far enough that he can whisper into your ear without the other boy hearing.

Yoongi fumes from the sidelines, trying to keep his emotions in check even though he’s bursting at the seams with jealousy. Not for the first time, Yoongi irritably realizes that he does act like a cat, especially in moments like this. He might make fun of Seokjin for being an attention whore, but Yoongi is the same, if only at a smaller scale. He just wants you to look at him, as selfish as that sounds.

Can someone give him a break? He’s been holding in his crush for four years now… Imagine having to take a massive shit after drinking two gallons of milk while being lactose intolerant, except every time you line up for the washroom, the line gets increasingly long no matter how long you wait. That is the extent of his suffering, he tells himself. So please, excuse his dramatics for this one instance.

(Seokjin’s Note: This fucking jackass is SO stupid. If he only knew how easy it is to ask you out, he would know that his emotional constipation could be solved if he just fucking ASKED where the next washroom is. He could have relieved himself ages ago, but NO! And he calls me the idiot! Me! The utter betrayal! I’m never agreeing to become the second lead to a rom-com ever again!)

When Seokjin finishes whispering in your ears, you appear amused by what he had said. Yoongi sweats when you turn to face him, grinning slyly at him. “Is that so…” you wonder aloud. Yoongi feels like the world has shifted on its axis somewhat, though he still doesn’t know exactly how. He has a hunch that he’s going to find out soon enough.

“Would I ever lie to you?” Seokjin laughs that annoying laugh of his, slapping his thigh in the process. He straightens up almost immediately, his expression turning deadpan in an instant. “Send me the details by tonight, and I’ll make sure to deliver it, okay?”

“Promise?” You ask, holding a pinky up towards him. Yoongi might have let out a high pitched sob when he sees the gesture, wanting nothing more than to cup your hands in his. God, if he already nearly died from hugging you, who is to say Yoongi won’t immediately disintegrate if you were ever to hold his hand?

“Promise,” Seokjin replies, linking his pinky with yours. He doesn’t forget to point a shit-eating grin at Yoongi, for good measure.

You pull away, looking happier than you did moments prior. You were absolutely glowing, filling Yoongi with a warmth that only you ever knew how to provide. He wants to make you smile like that all the time, wants nothing more than for you to live beside him, filling his walls with the sound of your tinkling laughter. You wave cheerily at the both of them, stepping away to head home. “I guess I’ll see you, then? I’ll make sure to e-mail you my request, Seokjin!” you say, winking teasingly. “Bye to you too, Yoongi! Thanks for the hug!”

Yoongi watches as you walk further and further away as the usual melancholy that follows whenever you leave soon takes its place in his soul. It might be his imagination, but Yoongi thinks the cat ears on his head might have started to droop to match his mood.

The only way he knows how to replace the sadness, however, is by redirecting those emotions on an unsuspecting victim. Lucky for him, a willing volunteer is already within punching distance.

“Ow! Stop punching me, you gremlin!” Seokjin whines, blocking Yoongi’s series of punches like a pro. He might as well put ‘professional punching bag’ on his resume at this point. “I’m trying to help you, you useless beta male!”

“How is this helping! You made me wear cat ears and whispered blasphemies into Y/N’s ears! Now she’s going to order a hug-o-gram for her crush and it’ll be the end of my chances with her! How could you!”

“I was not whispering blasphemies, you twittering tit! I was giving her advice,” Seokjin sniffs, annoyed. “Don’t say I never help you, by the way. I’ve been trying to help you for years now.”

Yoongi hits him with a steely glare. “Really? So replacing all my clothes in my closet with clown attire is your version of help? I had to wear those stupid clown shoes for a week before you told me where you hid my clothes, jackass!”

“I was only trying to help you physically express yourself! You’re already a clown on paper, might as well help you achieve your final form!” Seokjin huffs, infuriatingly haughty. “Listen, believe me. I only told Y/N something that everyone already knows anyway, so just shut your trap and let Daddy handle the rest. You’re not going to lose her, I promise.”

“Please never refer to yourself as Daddy ever again,” Yoongi seethes, stalking off towards their car. “Don’t ever talk to me again.”

“No talk, Yoobie angy…” Seokjin snickers to himself, following Yoongi with a spring in his step. This bastard is going to grovel at his feet by tomorrow evening, he’s sure of it. If he doesn’t, then Seokjin will bite his own dick in half––that’s how sure he is of his plan! (Not that biting his dick in half will do anything to his length; he’d still be left with eight inches, let’s be real.) All in good time.

x x x x x

Seokjin gets an e-mail the next morning, much earlier than any sane person would choose to be awake at. He groans lowly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he tries to read the contents of the letter. When he’s satisfied by what he has read, he forwards the e-mail to Yoongi before allowing sleep to take him once more.

Sleep evades him, however, when the sound of Yoongi’s big feet pounds noisily outside his bedroom. He hits his knee loudly against the coffee table, causing their beloved popcorn machine to tumble to the floor, but that is of little consequence to Yoongi right now. No, he needs to get into Seokjin’s room right now and scream––

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Yoongi hollers, slamming Seokjin’s door open. The hinges creak, desperately hanging on despite the impact. Yoongi proceeds to slam a fist upon Seokjin’s ass, who barely flinches due to the fatness of his ass cushioning most of the damage. He blinks blearily at Yoongi, but the smirk on his face is clear as day.

“Came to claim your hug so early in the morning? Well, I usually don’t entertain clients until after I’ve taken a shower, but for you… I’ll make an exception,” he yawns, peeling back his blanket and patting the empty spot on his bed. “Come on in, Yoobie Boobie… Let’s hug like it’s the last day on earth.”

Seokjin fails to realize that once he removed his blanket, he had inadvertently left himself vulnerable. Yoongi slams the heel of his foot against Seokjin’s groin, causing him to shriek bloody murder at 7 AM. He wonders, amidst his pain, whether this might be the last straw and that their landlord will finally kick them out after years of their stupid shenanigans.

“WHAT DID THAT E-MAIL MEAN? IF IT’S WHAT I THINK IT IS…” Yoongi threatens, but it’s as empty as Seokjin’s butthole. They both know the implications of that e-mail, even a toddler can put two and two together and make sense out of it. Anonymous e-mail or not, Seokjin wouldn’t just forward any hug-o-gram request to Yoongi, unless…

What did the e-mail say? It goes something like:

Dear Mr. Kim,

Thank you for offering your special promotion for new time customers of your Hug-o-gram Service! I’ve always been a quiet fan of your business idea, but I’ve always been a little shy to submit a request of my own. Thank you so much for giving me the little push that I needed to send my first (and hopefully last) hug.

I’d like to send a hug to Mr. Min Yoongi from the Music Department. I understand that he has recently been appointed an employee at your business, but seeing as how it’d be difficult for him to hug himself (while not entirely impossible), I’d like to request that you be the one to send the hug to him.

I don’t really have a message for him, per se… I’m still a little shy, even though you already told me that there is no reason to be. I want to believe what you said was true, so I’m pushing my fear aside and putting my fate into your hands. So, to Mr. Min Yoongi… “When I told you it was nice to hug someone you like, I don’t think you understood what I meant. A hug, after all, is a two-way street. They’re often served the best when it is reciprocated, if you catch my drift. :)”

Peace! :3

Regards,

[Redacted] [Redacted]

“Have your brain synapses finished connecting? Because if even this flies over your head, I’m sorry to say buddy but… You might have smooth brain syndrome,” Seokjin pipes up. He observes Yoongi’s brow crumpling, the first signal of his impending mental breakdown. If Seokjin remembers correctly, the next signal should be when––

Yoongi drops down to his knees, his phone clattering to the floor as he stares absently at the ceiling. Seokjin cringes, worried for the state of his friend’s frail kneecaps. The poor sap has bad heart health already; surely, it isn’t too early to get him a life alert button?

Seokjin scooches over his bed, dangling half his body over the edge to appraise his friend. “So. What do you plan to do now?”

For a moment, Yoongi remains silent. Eventually, he shuffles closer to him, perching his hands around Seokjin. The business student raises a brow, confused, until Yoongi pushes Seokjin back onto the middle of the bed so that he can cram himself beside Seokjin on his small double bed. He huffs amusedly, allowing the smaller boy to snuggle into his chest, though he still refuses to wrap his arms around him. Close enough, Seokjin snorts.

“I need your help, hyung.” Yoongi’s voice is small, shy. It’s so uncharacteristic of him that Seokjin immediately softens. They might act like toddlers together the majority of the time, but Seokjin truly does care about Yoongi more than anything. During early mornings like this, when the sun’s soft rays are filtering through his sheer curtains and filling the room with a gentle warmth, it’s nice to cuddle up with one another and enjoy the silence. In fact, Seokjin would never admit it to Yoongi, but he got the idea for his Hug-o-gram service from Yoongi himself, back when the younger boy would be more prone to sneaking into his bed during his bouts of loneliness and homesickness.

Above all else, Yoongi is just a boy with a lot of love to give, so who is Seokjin to say no to his pleas for help?

“You know I always got your back, Yoongi-chi. Whenever you’re ready, we can do whatever you want. Ask and you’ll receive,” he replies, caressing his soft black tresses. Yoongi hums, smiling softly into his chest.

“Thanks, dude. For being… you know.”

Seokjin’s heart pangs a little, but he ignores it. Instead, he continues combing through his hair, humming gently. “I know.”

x x x x x

It’s been a few days since you sent the e-mail to Seokjin and you haven’t heard back from him. You aren’t sure if he sends confirmation e-mails to his clients as you’d never asked for a hug-o-gram before, nor did you know anyone who has. You are forced to continue on with your days like normal, trying to ignore the unsettling anxiety from creeping up your throat and spewing all over the sidewalk.

If Seokjin hadn’t been lying to you, then there shouldn’t be anything to worry about. You’ve been harboring this crush on Yoongi for years now, and you never thought in your life that it would ever be reciprocated. He always seemed a little bit detached, a little too cool for you. Never mind the fact that he always seemed so jittery around you, like it was hard to talk to you or something!

Your answer comes on the last day of the week, after an especially rough day at class. Your back is bent, having finished a grueling four hour lab period where you did nothing but stand and stare at your reaction vessel spinning without any signal of change. You are just a little bit hangry from all the stress piling up on your plate, especially since you hadn’t eaten a decent meal since breakfast at 8 AM.

In short, life isn’t going as smoothly as you’d hoped for your senior year, but you can’t let the blues get to you too soon. After all, there are leftover chicken wings in your fridge with your name on it, and nothing beats your meat more than greasy poultry to end a terrible week.

You’re only inches away from sliding your keycard to open your shared dorm room when the door opens without prompting. You flinch backward, yelping loudly when your roommate Park Jimin grins slyly from the doorway––never a good sign, if you knew anything.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Jimin says, leaning casually against the door like he hadn’t just scared the living shit out of you. He takes one glance at your disheveled hair and lightly sweaty clothes before grimacing in disgust. “Girl, I can’t let you meet the love your life while you’re looking like that. Come on, we have a few minutes before he arrives. Let’s get you freshened up.”

“I’m sorry?” You squeak, allowing your roommate to manhandle you into your own home. He pushes you into your room, depositing you roughly onto your unmade bed. You try to make eye contact with him, but he’s too busy raiding your closet to pay you much attention. “Excuse me? What did you say just now?”

“No time, princess! Your Prince Charming is on the way, and I’ve been ordered by Seokjin to prepare you for this life-changing moment, so get your ass into gear and change into this!” He shoves a clean pair of jeans and a nicer-looking blouse at you before proceeding to grab your hairbrush and comb your tresses with the gentleness of a mother tigress. You shriek when the brush gets tangled in an especially stubborn knot, but Jimin is relentless. He nearly tears your hair by the roots, ignoring your pained whines.

“Will you fucking stop! I have literally no idea why you’re acting like a psycho all of a sudden–” You shout when Jimin begins to undress you, having to kick him in the chest to get him away from completely eradicating your remaining traces of dignity. “Okay, fine! I’ll dress myself! Just get out of my room and fucking stay away!”

Jimin looks at you dubiously for a split second, before eventually acquiescing. “You have two minutes to get changed. You wouldn’t want to keep him waiting, do you?” he says, smirking knowingly. He better dread the day that you finally wipe that annoying twinkle in his eye; it’s been a long time coming.

Left alone to your own devices, you do as Jimin says even though you’re still wildly confused by everything. To think you had been so excited to feast on your chicken wings, and instead, you went through a decade’s worth of torture within the last few minutes. Patting your hands on the butt of your jeans, you meekly take a step out of your bedroom, where Jimin is already tapping his foot impatiently by the door.

He motions for you to hurry up. “Let’s go! Seokjin says they’re rounding up the corner. Hold on,” he steps closer to you, raising your arm up to take a shameless sniff of your pits. “Sorry, had to make a pit stop. You can never be too sure,” he shrugs, disregarding your squawks of indignation.

“I smell fine! Now what are we–” Your sentence is cut short as Jimin all but carries you to the elevator, your shrieks of terror causing one or two of your neighbors to peek their heads out of their doors. When they see it’s just the two of you, they simply shrug their shoulders, returning to their lives like it was normal to see Jimin carry you in a fireman’s hold.

He doesn’t put you down until you reach the lobby of your dorm complex, barely out of breath despite having held you the entire way down. Stupid buff baby, you groan internally to yourself, straightening down your clothes in a desperate attempt to look decent. “Okay, we’re here. Who am I supposed to be meeting?”

In lieu of an answer, Jimin points wordlessly outside your building. A black car is parked on the other side of the road, and you can barely see a familiar head of hair poking out from the driver’s seat. “Seokjin? What the…” you trail off, before your eyes finally land on their target.

Yoongi stands outside the glass doorway, not dressed in his usual all-black attire. He’s wearing an outrageously cute pink shirt today, matching the color of his natural flush. He always looks effortlessly good, with his hair a little windswept in that boyishly cute way. Your mouth goes a little dry when you realize he’s wearing his famous leather jacket, the one that always got the girls and boys swooning when he walked past in them. You hated how whipped for him you were, not wanting to be like the weird kids in his secret fan club, but who can blame you? He’s just so…

You rip open the door, nearly tripping and falling over the short steps leading to the entrance. You grind to a halt in front of him and you’re acutely aware of how rabid you must look. Your chest is pounding, like your heart is begging you to step closer, just like when you had hugged him all those days ago. God, you were going to kill Park Jimin for this.

“Yoongi? What are you…” You take one look at him before your gaze drops to his hands folded carefully behind his back. It doesn’t hide the fact that there is an obvious bouquet of flowers behind him, though. Your face lights on fire when you notice they were your favorite flowers too.

“I’m here to deliver a hug?” Yoongi says it like he’s unsure of himself, but there’s a little coyness laced in his tone. His cheeks are painted a soft pink, and not for the first time, they remind you of freshly baked bread pulled out from the oven. Soft enough to kiss, you wonder idly to yourself.

“I mean… I did order a hug a few days ago, but I do recall not ordering one for myself?” you laugh a little hysterically, your breath cutting short when Yoongi grins softly in response. “I… Who is this hug from?”

Yoongi takes a glance back towards Seokjin. “Hey, boss. Am I allowed to reveal who the secret admirers are, or will that get me fired?”

Seokjin, despite being a few meters away, laughs loud enough for the whole street to hear. “Well, Yoongi-chi. Something tells me your resignation letter was coming in the mail eventually. Who cares about the rules at this point?”

“He’s right,” you quip, pulling Yoongi’s attention back. You’re smiling wide now, your hopes and dreams skyrocketing in your chest and blooming a garden in your heart. “Who cares, right?”

“Right,” Yoongi agrees, taking the last two steps he needs to get closer to you. He drops the bouquet somewhere behind you before finally, finally, embracing you once more. He kisses you gently on the forehead, the contact short and sweet.

You feel like you’re dying, but it’s all good because Yoongi looks just as embarrassed as you. But none of it matters, not when both your happiness is palpable in the air.

“Y/N…”

“Yes?”

“This hug-o-gram is from me to you. Will you go out with me?”

You’ve always been a firm believer that actions speak louder than words. So when you lean in to plant your first kiss of many many more, he knows your answer well enough.

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Suga We’re Going Down

part 12

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Hello, my darlings! I have an update for you!  Please enjoy the drama that will be unfolding in this chapter as well as the chapters to come.--- chaotic puff

Y/N was grateful for the extra money her new job brought in, but it didn’t make the new found separation with her son any easier.  At least once a weekend she was called away, and it was usually overnight. It was hard on both of them. Eun Jae didn’t understand why his mother was away so much, and she hated seeing him upset. It was why she was taking the time to take him to the park. 

She should have been working on some project or another, but she was much happier watching her son run around the playground with a wide smile on his face. He loved the park, and she couldn’t help but feel guilty that she didn’t get to take him there more often. Today was a perfect day for it though. It was unseasonably warm, and Eun Jae could run around in a lighter jacket instead of his heavier winter coat which gave the little boy more ease of movement as he dashed around the playground. 

Y/N was lost in her thoughts watching her favorite little guy when she noticed the other moms beginning to whisper amongst themselves. She didn’t pay it much mind though as she assumed it was just the latest neighborhood gossip. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t been whispered about before either. She was an unwed mother. It got her plenty of ridicule from the other moms. What was odd was how they had started to gather around, moving closer to where she was. She knew well enough that they weren’t going to suddenly welcome her into the fold, so why were they getting closer? 

“Y/N?” 

She froze knowing who she would see if she turned around and hoping against hope that he would just disappear. He didn’t. 

“What are you doing here?” she hissed running to face him. 

“I just want to see him. Is that so bad?” he asked pasting on the most contrite pair of puppy dog eyes he could manage. 

“Yes!” she cast a quick glance over her shoulder making sure that Eun Jae hadn’t noticed anything yet. He hadn’t. He was blissfully unaware and running around the playground with the other toddlers. “You can’t be here.” 

“I just want to see him. He’s my son.” 

“Kim Taehyung.” she snapped, shooting him a withering glare. “He is not your son, and you need to go.” 

“He’s my kid.” he pleaded, peering around her trying to catch sight of the little boy. “I just want to meet him.” 

“That’s not your decision to make.” she squared her shoulders and did her best to make the same stoic, terrifying face her grandmother made when she was displeased. “You should leave.” 

Taehyung scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared her down. Neither of them was willing to budge, but unlike Taehyung, she had paternal rights. “You can’t make me go.” 

“I can call the cops and say that there’s a strange man harassing me and my child.” her head tilted to the side sassily as she waited for him to back down. 

“Like the cops would believe that the heir to Singularity Enterprises was harassing you. I can promise you they won’t.” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I’m not going to hurt him.” 

“Take a look around, Taehyung. You really think you belong here?” she huffed, placing her hands on her hips casting her gaze around her neighborhood. It wasn’t a bad area per say, but it certainly wasn’t what Taehyung was used to, and he stood out like a sore thumb in his designer clothes. They were already attracting the gazes of the other moms. “Eun Jae certainly doesn’t need another parental figure to dip in and out of his life like the utter failure they are. So you want to meet him now? What’s going to happen in a month when you get bored of playing house?” Taehyung stared at her in shock. People didn’t talk to him like this. “Do us all a favor and go.” 

“I’m not going to abandon him.” he protested, recovering himself. “He’s my kid.” 

“Great! Where were you the past three years?” 

“I wasn’t allow…” 

“Don’t.” she scoffed. “You’re a grown man. You could have been here if you wanted to.” 

“I’m here now. I want to meet him.” 

“How is that fair to us?” 

“How is it fair that I don’t get to be a part of his life?” he countered. 

“You signed away your rights before he was even born. He doesn’t know you, and he doesn’t need you.” 

“Every kid needs a father.” 

She sighed pinching the bridge of her nose as she did her best not to yell at the man. “He’s a kid, Taehyung, a baby. He doesn’t need anymore disappointing parental figures. You want to be here now, but what happens when you get a family of your own? Eun Jae is always going to be your teenage indiscretion, but he’s my whole world.” 

“He’s not…” 

Before either of them could continue, a little body smashed into her legs wrapping little arms tightly around them. 

“Swings, eomma!” he demanded staring up at her with a bright smile. 

Both adults were frozen staring down at the little boy. Taehyung was the first to recover, kneeling down to the toddler's height with a bright, boxy grin. 

“Hey, buddy.” he greeted not even phased as Eun Jae retreated hiding behind his mother’s legs as he stared at the stranger with wide eyes. “It’s nice to meet you.” the little boy said nothing, choosing instead to cling to his mother’s legs even tighter than before. “I’m Taehyung.” 

Eun Jae ignored him, pulling on her tunic-like shirt instead. “Swings?” he asked again, staring up at his mother with big pleading eyes. 

“Okay, baby.” she hummed, running a gentle hand through his hair. “Let’s go to the swings.” 

The toddler nodded furiously reaching up to grab her hand, tugging her towards the playground. “Swings, eomma, swings!” 

She followed behind her child praying that Taehyung would get the hint and leave. Eun Jae had in typical fashion for the toddler, rejected the stranger preferring the company of his mother, but Taehyung didn’t seem to care as he followed behind them a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Eomma.” Eun Jae tugged on her hand again. “Who’s the weird man?” 

Y/N did her best to suppress the laugh that bubbled up, but she didn’t quite succeed. Instead a choked chuckle like snort erupted. “He’s just a weird man, baby.” 

“I’m a friend of your eomma’s.” Taehyung interrupted catching up to them and addressing the toddler with a smile that just didn’t seem to get any less bright no matter how many times they both rejected him. 

“No you’re not.” he frowned, glaring up at the adult. “Auntie Nina is eomma’s friend.” he explained, his brows scrunched up in confusion. 

“Eomma can have more than one friend.” The look on the kid’s face told them both that he didn’t think so. It was a blank expression that looked far too similar to Taehyung’s for her comfort, and it didn’t escape Taehyung’s notice either. “He kinda looks like me doesn’t he?” He smirked, staring down at the child proudly. 

“No.” Eun Jae frowned. “I look like Eomma. Halmeoni said so. You’re a weird man.” he pouted, once more clinging to his mother’s legs. 

“You can look like more than one person.” Taehyung explained even though Eun Jae only buried his face into her leg. 

“I don’t want swings.” He whined reaching his arms up in a silent plea to be held, and Y/N complied, swinging the toddler up onto her hip where he promptly buried his face in her neck. “I don’t like him. Wanna go home.” 

Y/N gently bounced him on her hip, hushing him as his little fingers clenched her shirt. “You wanna go home, Jae Jae?” She cooed, rubbing his back with her free hand as he nodded into her neck. “Okay, baby. Let’s go home.” 

“Y/N.” Taehyung called out, reaching for her as she began to walk away.

“I think you’ve done enough for one day.” She hissed, tightening her grip on her child. “Don’t you?” 

She strode away, hyper aware of the stares of both Taehyung and the other mothers as she did. This was going to be the talk of the playground for at least a week or two, and Y/N wasn’t looking forward to the invasive questions she would get asked the next time she and Eun Jae went there. 

Y/N didn’t want to admit it, but she moved more quickly than she would have normally as she took her son home. She was rattled. As much as she hated to admit it, she was rattled. She didn’t like Taehyung showing up in her neighborhood, at her park. She didn’t like the fact that he ignored her wishes and met Eun Jae. 

If she had wanted them to meet, she would have prepared. She would have explained things to the toddler. She would have arranged things so that they were in a safe and comfortable place for both her and Eun Jae. She certainly wouldn’t have suggested he ambush them at the park. 

The fact of the matter was that she  was Eun Jae’s mother, and she was the only one that had parental rights. Ha Jin didn’t, and Taehyung certainly didn’t. He didn’t get to decide what was best for Eun Jae. He didn’t get to show up on a whim. He didn’t get to uproot their lives because he suddenly decided he wanted to be part of the life of a child he couldn’t have given a shit about until he ran into her the week before. 

“Eomma?” Eun Jae asked as she unlocked the door to her apartment. 

“Yeah, baby?” 

“Pororo?” 

“Sure, buddy.” She agreed, kicking off her shoes and shutting the door behind them, before taking off Eu Jae’s shoes as well. 

The toddler was quick to run into the apartment and settle himself in front of her small television as she put on the cartoon for him. It was one of his favorites, and she couldn’t blame him. The penguin was pretty cute. 

“Eomma?” he called as she went to the kitchen to get a snack for him. 

“Yeah, buddy?” 

“Cuddles?” he pleaded, staring at her with big puppy dog eyes. 

She smiled, handing him a little bowl of dried mango slices. “Sure, buddy. Eomma just has to make a quick phone call first. Okay?” 

He nodded, flopping back down with his snack as he turned his attention to the cartoon penguin and his dinosaur friend. 

Y/N moved back to the kitchen pulling out her phone as she considered what she was going to tell Yoongi. She was meant to go to his concert, but she didn’t feel right leaving Eun Jae, not after what had happened at the park. Part of her was terrified that Taehyung was going to show up while she was gone and take him away. 

“Angel?” Yoongi’s raspy voice asked from the other end of the line.

“Hi.” She sighed out shakily. Yoongi was quick to pick up on it. Nothing ever seemed to slip past him.

“Is everything alright?” Concern colored his tone, and she could hear people moving around in the background. 

Part of her felt bad for calling when she knew he was busy preparing for his concert, but Eun Jae had to come first. He always had to come first. “I’m so sorry, but I’m not going to be able to make it to the concert.” 

There was a drawn out pause, and she could practically see the scowl on his face. 

“What’s wrong?” he demanded, voice lowering into a growl. “Are you alright? I can send Jackson…” 

“No!” she was quick to stop him. “No. I’m just not feeling well. I just need to stay home and rest.” 

It was a lie, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. 

“Are you alright? Do you have a fever? Do you need to go to the doctor?” he demanded, and she was half convinced he was going to come to see her himself if she didn’t cut him off soon. “I’ll send Jackson over to take you to the doctor. I’ll set up an appointment…”

“That’s really not necessary. I just need to rest. I’ll be fine in a day or two.” she promised, knowing full well she was perfectly fine now. 

“Are you sure?” 

“I’m sure. I’m sorry for missing your concert.” 

“Just get better.” he sighed heavily. “You can come to the next one.” 

“Thank you.” 

“If you need anything, call.” 

“I’ll be fine.” 

She hung up shortly after not knowing the mayhem she had caused for Yoongi’s staff. The mixture of her cancellation and worry for her health had put the rapper into a horrible mood. A worried Yoongi wasn’t a pleasant Yoongi.

part 13

[youarejesting]

Wash Out.21 (Sope Special)

[Master List]

Banners: @purpleskies1999 Pairings: Dolphintrainer!Taehyung x SharkDiver!Jin,  Mer!Jimin x Reader, Scientist!Namjoon x MerKing!Jungkook, Mer!Yoongi x Mer!Hoseok. Rating: 16+ Genre: Mystery, Romance, Comedy, Drama, Fantasy, little bit of Action, Slice of life, Enemies2Lovers, Friends2lovers, Social media au, Fake Texts, Fake Subs.

Summary: Taehyung and his best friend Y/N are Dolphin trainers at Wash Out; Marine Wildlife and Theme Park. When the nerdy marine biologist and resident veterinarian Doctor Kim Namjoon goes missing; the two friends form a ragtag team with Taehyung’s rival Seokjin and a…. Fish?

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Yoongi stood still, his legs shaking. It was not normal for him to be standing for this length of time. They were mermaids used to having tails their strength in the water. Swimming was like breathing. Of course their legs only appeared on their sacred land under the ocean.

They couldn’t walk on human land, could never compare to their leg strength. Most Mermaids spent their days in the water only entering the sacred land for celebrations. Yoongi being one of many guards would protect the royal family, albeit there was no longer a royal family. Jungkook was all that was left, a prince forced to be a king before he was ready. 

Guards were the most common of the merfolk to adorn legs. Jungkook was confined to the sacred land, his time in the water limited. Anything to keep him safe from the threat of other merclans. Each guard embellished in the silk of the clams. Byssus was woven finely like silk, the light material was surprisingly warm enough to protect the guards and King whilst in their more vulnerable form.

Yoongi looked across the crystal throne room, the love of his life standing just as tall, his stature stronger than Yoongi’s. A feat as Jungkook tore the room apart, bioluminescent vines and lanterns ripped from the walls. Food and wine splattered on the floor of their ancestors.

Hoseok’s mouth turned down, the sight unnatural for his usually cheerful disposition. The hardest part of their job was raising Jungkook, it seemed no matter how hard they tried to teach him right and wrong, politics and history they still came up short. He didn’t have a family, not anymore, he didn’t know how to share and never had to work for relationships. 

Everyone adored him, feared him, doted on his every whim. He was given the finest foods and all the newest technology Merfolk could offer. Anything to keep him content in his prison. It surprised Yoongi that Jungkook hadn’t questioned his confines, that he was complacent with their level of control over his freedom.

Jungkook no longer understanding, why his new found friend was so reluctant to stay. He extended all his riches and gifts to the human, something other merfolk would cherish. 

“Why does he still want to leave, with me he could be treated as a king,” Jungkook seethed, throwing a leg over the arm of his throne massaging his temples. “Leave me.”

Hoseok marched dutifully to Yoongi, supporting the older merman as they made their exit. Walking him to the entrance of the underwater cove, the air though damp enough to keep their lungs from feeling dry, they much preferred sinking into the cool water. Doing so allowed the power of the sacred land to slip away leaving only their natural form. 

The two transformed their black and blue tails wrapping around each other, a romantic gesture Yoongi enjoyed more than he wished to admit. They relaxed in eachothers arms peacefully, sinking further until they landed on the floor of the large network of caves. This is where most of the merfolk lived as they were still protected from the open ocean.

Under the cove was wide and besides a few stalagmite and stalactite the surface was predominantly flat. However the local life was anything but, everyone bustling around the settlement enjoying tending to the seaweed, crafting and protecting the sealife. 

“Jungkook, is struggling. He doesn’t understand how to handle rejection. He doesn’t understand that people value the same things,” Hoseok mumbled, massaging Yoongi’s lower back to help relieve tension from standing for such a long time.

“That human cannot survive long under the ocean, he grows weaker by the day, barely eating.” Yoongi huffed, “If Jungkook doesn’t let him go, the poor thing will die, Jungkook isn’t ready to experience something like that so close to him.”

“I think he has gotten too attached, losing this human might break him,” Hoseok bit his lip, “Dare I say he is in love with him, he could be his promised.”

Yoongi scoffed, the idea that Jungkook happened to find his promised one and he was a human, the first human he had ever met. Yoongi and Hoseok were unaware they were each other's promised until Yoongi had a week off from guard duty and started to get really sick. The two had met in the infirmary wasting away and only in one another's company did their condition improve. “Hoseok, that’s a bit much.”

A figure swam down the path quickly, heading straight to the sacred cove entrance, carrying something large. Was someone trying to attack their home? The two fell apart taking up offensive stances, each lurching forward when they spotted Jimin holding an unconscious human.

“Not another one,” Yoongi chastised, eyes sweeping over Jimin trying to be inconspicuous. Though he cared he showed it silently, not fond of open praise. The kind to listen and assist others out of sight.

“I have to make sure he is alright,” Jimin gave no further explanation, swimming up into the cove entrance dragging the human onto the sacred land. Jimin’s gold tail disappearing, leaving behind two bare legs. 

Wrapping himself in a cloth, the two followed. Yoongi strained to lift himself into an upright position. Hoseok brought out their usual transport, especially for Jungkook’s deliveries. In this case they threw the unconscious human across the shell of the crustacean and they headed to their king.

“Are all humans this big?” Yoongi asked, eyeing the figure draped beside Jimin. The two crab-pooling wasn’t the issue, the way Jimin looked genuinely concerned for the human was. It was no good for humans and Merfolk to fall in love, the dynamic wouldn’t end well. 

“No, they aren’t all this big, some of them are small, delicate and beautiful. They are magnificent, fascinating beings. Some are scary and mean and others are innocent and protective, just trying to do the right thing.” Jimin whispered, checking the humans breathing once more. 

“Is he your promised?” Hoseok asked softly, not knowing how to approach the topic sensitively. Jimin smiled, shaking his head. The thought appeared to have amused him.

“He is someone else’s promised,” Jimin said, “But I think I met her, she was beautiful and strong, never letting anyone stop her, never letting bad things keep her down. She would swim head first into enemy waters to save someone she barely knows.

The human groaned, “Where am I?” Jimin let out a sigh of relief, this human was waking up and didn’t seem to be physically hurt, at least there were no wounds they could see upon his flesh. “Am I dead?”

“No, you are not dead, you are in our settlement.” Jimin grinned at the disorientation present in Seokjin’s words. He was struggling to enunciate his words, each more like a whine drawn out.

Upon entering the crystal throne room the group tried their best to support the sluggish human inside. Gaining the attention of Jungkook, ceasing his brooding long enough to assist the three struggling mermen. As if hearing the commotion or perhaps Seokjin’s terrible jokes Namjoon emerged from where he had been staying.

“Jin! Are you okay?” Namjoon grabbed his friend, checking him over for injury, “What are you doing here?”

“Rescuing you and avoiding the police, I ran my car off the cliff and also may have destroyed the letter box outside your beach house.” He laughed, “Never really liked it anyway.”

“You did what?” Namjoon said, concerned, “Are you crazy?”

“Listen, we were being chased. It was all for you, and Jimin of course, returning Jimin and rescuing you.” Seokjin smiled at his friend. Yoongi thought these humans were weird, they were reckless and too odd for his liking. “I even teamed up with Taehyung and Y/n in order to save you. Do you know how hard that was?”

“Didn’t seem hard at all, you and Taehyung seemed to get along really well.” Jimin pushed the human with a smile, it was weird to see Jimin acting so comfortable with the humans. “We will return you so that the issue can be resolved, I am starting to grow worried about how we left.”

“What do you mean?” Seokjin asked confused

“Humans tackled Y/n and Taehyung dragged me into the water. Right before you and your car contraption fell into the water I killed the man who scared you all.” Jimin said proudly, this didn’t seem to go over well with the human’s. Yoongi hoped Jimin didn’t do something stupid turf war wasn’t on his to do list.

Yoongi didn’t understand the words coming from Seokjin’s face, if he had to liken it to anything, it sounded like vulgar slang, curse words. The human looked panicked.

“We have to go back, they are probably being sent to prison,” Seokjin said, trying to leave unsure which direction to go, “They are in big trouble.”

“Can’t you just talk to your king and explain and they will be removed from prison?” Jimin said

“Prison doesn’t work the same as it does here,” Namjoon explained, “Very Very bad people go to prison, Murderer’s, thieves and other despicable humans put in one place.”

“Yeah and if they go to prison, they may be beaten or worse,” Seokjin huffed. Jimin looked up at Jungkook who nodded, bringing out a small mirror and handing it to Jimin.

Looking over Jimin’s shoulder, Yoongi noticed a human different to the two infront of him, she was feminine delicate and leaking. “What is happening to her?”

“She is crying,” Jimin explained, “Humans do that when they are hurt or in despair, from what I have been told they do the same when they are happy too.”

“Confusing and a little stupid.” Hoseok laughed, “How do you know the difference?”

The charges have been dropped, Namjoon breathed listening to the interrogator, explaining that they couldn’t record the phenomenon that occurred on the beach. “They are being let go,” He smiled, a sight Yoongi hadn’t seen since he first laid eyes on their large domestic crustaceans.

“There is Taehyung,” Seokjin called out looking down, the two humans looked void of any emotion, they collected their things and climbed into the police car getting an escort to their homes. “They are safe and that’s all that matters.” 

Seokjin smiled, his eyes leaking much to Yoongi’s disgust. Namjoon smiled, he seemed a little amused by the older human. “I remember distinctly you saying you hated Taehyung with a passion and wanted him to choke on a sardine.” They two laughed for a moment, “When did things change?” 

“I guess when you are working as a team to save someone you develop an understanding.” Seokjin shrugged his large shoulders, “It also didn’t help that he was living in my house for almost a week.”

“You like him,” Namjoon poked him, “Admit it you have feelings for him.”

“We can head back when you are ready, we have returned Jimin home safely.” Seokjin smiled, looking around at the group and smiling, “I am Seokjin by the way, you can call me Jin.”

The man was goofy, reminding Yoongi of Jungkook himself, the two so alike in their childlike nature, letting themself play without hesitation. It was almost admirable that people could act so carefree, unaffected by how they could be perceived.

“I don’t know if I am allowed to leave?” Namjoon said, his smile falling, eyes fixed on the ground before him. 

Yoongi looked at his king, the spoiled young man reflecting on his actions, it had been many days since they saw the young man smile. Almost expecting him to refuse, Yoongi schools his expression when he doesn’t. 

“You should go, You don’t belong down here?” Jungkook took the mirror before walking away from the group to sit on the throne. He lowered his head looking at his reflection trying to distract himself from the pain. Letting your promised go was the hardest thing a merperson could do. Under normal circumstances, promises are only parted by death.

Namjoon walked over, placing a hand on the king's head and smiling at him, “If ever you want to visit, I would be happy to show you some great places, places you would love.” Jungkook’s broken heart warmed at the human’s dimples appearing softly in the flesh of his cheeks.

That was the last thing they needed, their king running off for a romance on the coast line. Seokjin swung his arm around Jimin playfully, the merman giggling whilst his legs almost buckled. “Yeah Jimin knows the private beach by Namjoon’s house, he can show you the way if you ever want to visit.”

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Assuage: Chapter 6

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, angst, fluff, smut, enemies to lovers

Warnings: None to note.

After word spread around the pack that Yoongi saved Chan, he noticed just the slightest difference in how the members of the pack treated him. They had always been nice to him, but it was as if everyone was going out of their way now.

Whereas people would see him around and say hello before continuing on their way, they now stopped and attempted to make conversation with him. When people stopped into the hardware shop, they always asked Yoongi how he liked working with Kibum and if he would design something special for them. There were even elders who offered to let him eat before them if he chose to eat in the dining hall (which he immediately said no to because he wasn’t about to touch that topic again with a 10 foot pole).

Yoongi wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of it, given the fact that people in his previous pack didn’t just talk to each other for the fun of it so he wasn’t used to the pleasantries. 

“Oh look, there’s our local celebrity now,” Taehyung smiled as Yoongi walked up the front steps to the dining hall, where Taehyung and Jin were waiting on him to join them for lunch. 

“Please go to hell,” Yoongi grumbled as he rolled his eyes. 

“I have to say Yoongi-yah, I’ve never seen the pack go this crazy over someone since, well ever,” Jin laughed. “You’ve been quite the hot topic with the unmated Omegas.”

“I don’t understand why,” Yoongi shrugged, leading the way into the dining hall with Taehyung and Jin following behind him. “I just did what was right.”

“Things like that go a long way in our pack, as you can see,” Jin chuckled. Seeing that the pups and elders were already eating, the three of them moved right to the buffet line, grabbing their plates and filling them up as much as they wanted. Once they were done, they didn’t even have a chance to take a scope of the room before Hyorin’s voice was calling out for them.

“Over here!” She shouted and the three of them made their way over to her table, where you were also sitting.

“Hey,” Yoongi greeted you both, and you gave him a soft smile.

“I see our newest eligible bachelor made time to eat with us,” Hyorin joked, making Yoongi roll his eyes.

“Not you too,” he groaned. 

“Listen, the pack hasn’t buzzed like this since Jimin presented as an Omega and had every unmated Alpha losing their damn mind,” Hyorin smiled. “Please, allow me this small enjoyment of seeing the Omegas around here lose their shit.”

“I’d rather they not,” Yoongi grimaced. “Oh, by the way, your crib is almost ready.”

“Aw, yay!” Hyorin grinned while clapping her hands together. 

“That was quick,” you noted. “It’s only been two weeks.”

“Well, I’m actually the one who designed it and I liked it so much, I wanted to get started on it right away,” Yoongi explained sheepishly.

“I’m sure it’s great Yoongi-yah,” Jin spoke up, taking his first break from eating since they had sat down. 

“Nothing but the best for the firstborn pup of the Pack Alpha and Omega,” Taehyung added with a smile. 

“Absolutely,” you nodded, which made Yoongi smile to himself as he began to eat his food. While all of them began to make small talk and talk about different things, Yoongi was surprised when he felt a sudden, soft tap on his shoulder. Turning his head to the right, he saw a woman standing there with a wide smile. 

“Hello,” she greeted him. “I’m Park Ji-hyo.”

“Min Yoongi,” he replied slowly.

“I know that we haven’t met before but I’m a seamstress,” she told him. “I help make clothing for the pack as well as doing small alterations, things like that. I also make the outfits for big occasions, like baby dedications and 100 day celebrations and mating ceremonies.”

“Well, you sound like an important part of the pack,” Yoongi said, not knowing what else to really say but he figured that that response was good enough because he could smell Ji-hyo’s scent (which smelt like Jasmine) sweeten just a little bit.

“Thank you Alpha,” she grinned. “I heard about what you did for little Chan, and I just wanted to say that it was really amazing of you to do. I mean, taking on a whole snake that was already ready to attack him!”

“It really was no big deal,” Yoongi shook his head. 

“I’m sure it wasn’t,” she nodded in agreement. “Not for a big, strong, Alpha like yourself.” Yoongi could hear snickering behind him and it took everything in him not to burst out laughing as well. 

“Well, I really came over here to offer you this,” Ji-hyo began, extending her hand to show Yoongi and sitting in her palm, was an earring. 

“It’s...very pretty,” Yoongi nodded. 

“I’m not sure if you’ve gotten other offers yet, but I’d like it if you’d consider me,” Ji-hyo explained. “I noticed that you wear earrings a lot so you could take mine and I could show you around pack territory sometime.” Yoongi was honestly at a loss for words, because it sounded very much like she was asking him to date her but he still wasn’t entirely sure how the whole “dating and mating” thing worked within this particular pack. 

Before he could even answer her though, a sudden rumble hit his ears. Turning back to face the table, Yoongi’s eyes widened when he realized that you were the one making the sound and it was a warning. 

“He’s not spoken for,” Ji-hyo spit as she looked at you.

“But you know good well that he’s probably not brushed up on the pack’s customs so you thought you’d slide in while he’s still unaware, right?” You shot back and Yoongi looked back at Ji-hyo, embarrassment now clear on her face.

“You already have every Alpha in this pack salivating over you, leave one for the rest of us,” Ji-hyo snapped.

“I’m not the reason that you can’t get an Alpha and if you took two seconds to look at yourself, then you’d realize that,” you smiled sarcastically.

“Alright,” Yoongi interrupted the two of you. “I’m flattered Ji-hyo, but I’m not really looking for anything serious right now.”

“Oh. Ok, that’s more than fine,” she nodded with a smile, but Yoongi could tell that it was fake by the way that her scent had kind of soured. “Well, I’ll let you get back to your meal.” She then quickly turned around and sped walked away, and Yoongi couldn’t help but to feel a little guilty at turning her down.

“Wow Y/N-ah, possessive aren’t we?” Jin teased you and Yoongi turned to look at you again, just in time to see you roll your eyes.

“I just don’t like seeing people being taken advantage of,” you shrugged. “She knows that he’s new to the pack.”

“Which is why she pounced,” Taehyung added. 

“I still don’t understand all of this though,” Yoongi admitted. “Why is everyone all over me now?”

“If we’re putting it simply, Betas and Omegas love Alphas that are protective,” Hyorin replied. “Especially Alphas that are protective over pups.”

“And you saving a pup’s life only showcased that you’re protective over pups,” Jin said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“But isn’t everyone protective over pups though?” Yoongi wondered.

“Look hyung, in this pack, we date to mate,” Taehyung laughed. “Of course, feelings are important too but no Omega or Beta is going to even date, let alone mate with, someone that they don’t think will be able to provide for them or be able to take care of their future family, which includes pups.”

“So you literally showed that you have what’s arguably the number one quality that people around here are looking for in a mate,” you finished. 

“What the fuck?” Yoongi uttered in disbelief. 

“Ha, we broke him guys,” Jin cackled while Yoongi was still frozen, trying to figure out what hell he had brought down upon himself.

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After they all finished lunch, Yoongi said goodbye to Taehyung and Jin, watching afterwards as they walked away to go back to their jobs, Taehyung as Namjoon’s secretary and Jin in the hair salon. Yoongi continued to stand on the front steps though, enjoying the feeling of sunshine on his skin.

“I hope you don’t mind what I did in there,” a sudden voice spoke up, making Yoongi jump slightly and when he turned his head, it was only you standing there.

“Jeez, announce yourself next time,” Yoongi grumbled, making you giggle as you walked over to stand next to him. 

“Excuse me, Mr. Prime Alpha,” you chuckled. “I didn’t think I’d scare you.”

“Well, you thought wrong obviously,” he huffed. “But to answer your question, no I don’t mind. I actually kind of appreciate it.”

“No problem. Ji-hyo tends to move dirty when it comes to her trying to find a mate so I figured I’d save you from that,” you said. 

“In that case, i really appreciate it then,” he chuckled, making you smile lightly. “So, that’s how it works here then? Giving gifts?”

“Yep,” you nodded. “You give a gift as a sign of intention, which is also supposed to signify your seriousness in attempting to build a relationship with that person.”

“Hmm,” he hummed. “Does it happen to you a lot?”

“What?”

“Getting gifts,” he elaborated. “I heard what Ji-hyo said.”

“There’s a lot of attempts, but I very rarely ever take them,” you shook your head, a sly smirk coming onto your face afterwards. “Why, you jealous?”

“You wish,” Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Just curious.”

“Well, curiosity killed the wolf, you know,” you replied thoughtfully before taking off down the steps and walking away from the dining hall.

“Wait, that’s not how that works!” Yoongi called out after you and you turned around, holding your hands up and shrugging animatedly with a smile before turning around and continuing to walk away. 

Yoongi found himself laughing and smiling at your gesture, his Alpha having the strangest urge to follow you just so he could see your smile again.

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[renjiokumura]

Love?

Min Yoongi x Plus size reader

Disclaimer: Anything I write is purely fiction.

Tags: Angst, Established Relationship, and cursing.

Summary: Everyone has there limits and Y/N just found Yoongi’s. 

A/N: I write the reader pretty undescriptive. I tend to use female pronouns, so you’ll probably have to specifically ask me for something with male pronouns or gender neutral. But the reader can be any race you are and be related to the characters through adoption or whatever helps you move the story along. I want everyone to feel like they can read my writing.

The lights were flashing, blood was bumping, and the noises were deafening. There was a thin layer of sweat coating your body, and mixed with the hot lights shining upon you, you glowed. With poise, precision, and wild abandon, you hit every dance move and wreaked the stage. You commanded the stage with your wild energy and your fans loved it. You never thought in a million years you would be preforming as a musical artist, let a lone at MAMA as the opening act. But here you were rapping and singing your songs for your fans. Your new style was a diamond in the rough theme, with flashy accents here, grungy tones there, and punk black filling everywhere else. You are probably wondering how you got here, well it all started a little less than a year ago.

It had been two years into your relationship and on your end, it seemed like everything was going wonderfully in it, but you were very wrong.

You were a sweet doting girlfriend. Ever since you were a child you loved to care and help people as much as you could. That was sweet and all, but some people found that overbearing, that’s why you didn’t have too many friends growing up. You got better at reining it in enough to get a friend, but you still had your moments.

“Y/N, you know he’s busy, so give him some space. The boys will be there for him if something happens so calm down.” Your friend sighed, exasperated with you for staring at your phone instead of enjoying each other’s presence at your favorite café.

“I know, I know. But I still get worried and he hasn’t texted back for about a day and the longest he has ever not responded was an hour.” You looked up at you friend with pleading eyes, “He’s been doing this for a while now and I don’t know why.”

F/N abruptly stood up and snatched your phone out of your hand. “I’m doing this for your own good.” You were staring at her in complete shook as she sped walked out of the café.

“WAIT!” you said running after her. When you finally caught up with her you confronted her actions. “Why did you steal my phone and where are we going?” you asked out of breath.

She smirked looking at you, “Somewhere you can relax,” and looked forwards again walking with a purpose.

Back at the BTS dorm there was tension flowing rampantly. Yoongi had turned his phone off yesterday and it has been off since then. He was already irritated from the soon approaching comeback, and it would only get worst if he turned his phone back on.

It was a known fact that Yoongi was a patient, caring, and overall nice person. Don’t get me wrong, he did have a cold aura but underneath that was a very nice man. But everyone had their limits, and Yoongi was getting close to his.

He genuinely loved his girlfriend and was nothing but grateful of her caring and supporting nature, but it was driving him crazy at the moment.

Currently he was stressing over finishing the last track of their new album, when there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” he said not caring who it was.

Jimin poked his head in the door cautiously knowing that his hyung was in no mood for any unnecessary distractions. “Hyung,” he called out nervously, “There has been a change in the schedule today and they need us right now at the dance studio.”

The growl that came from the rapper after did not ease the unfortunate messenger of the bad news from his nervousness. Taking a few calming breaths Yoongi respond to Jimin.

“Ok. Tell them I’ll be ready in 10 minutes, okay?” he said tiredly to his dongsaeng.

Jimin gave him a faint smile and nod then left as quietly as he came.

Thinking this would be a good way to let out some tension he got ready to go to the dance studio, unfortunately it was everything but. On the drive to the studio, he was under the impression that they would make slight adjustments to the dance routines. Instead, when the boys arrived at the dance studio they found out that the choreographer changed about half of the whole dance.

And that isn’t even the worst of it. Yoongi was messing up almost all of the new moves, which resulted in them staying longer. It wasn’t until 4 hours later that the new dance was perfected. The boys left the dance studio at about 9:30 PM and they were exhausted, more stressed then before they got there, and starving. On the drive home some of them took a nap and some were too restless to even let their consciousness slip away and obviously Yoongi was one not taking a nap.

As the boys were making their way back, you were finishing up getting food for the guys, knowing they aren’t taking care of themselves because of the comeback. Not to long ago, you and F/N split ways after leaving a cool new karaoke place you had been dying to go to. On the short walk to the dorms, you were bubbling with excitement to see the boys, especially your boyfriend.

You truly did love him. He was your rock and you were his marshmallow. He made you feel so good about yourself when you were down about your weight and you made sure to be there for him when he needed some help. You guys just worked so well together.

The boys got back to the dorms a few minutes before you, and that was enough time for the storm to start and wreak havoc. As the boys left the car slightly dazed and confused, Yoongi left his phone in the car, but Jungkook noticed and got it.

“Yoongi-hyung,” he called as he walked in the house last.

Yoongi turned around wondering what the maknae wanted but froze a little seeing the younger boy turning on his phone.

“Here you know our higher ups don’t like us having our phones off. Be careful.” He playfully scolded with his bunny smile not knowing what he had truly done.

As soon as the phone was in Suga’s hand, it started blowing up with multiple texts, missed calls, and voicemail notifications. And that is when Min Yoongi finally reached his limit. Shouting curses, he threw his phone lucky missing any of the members and or walls in his anger driven actions.

“I’m sick and fucking tired of her bullshit!” he was pacing at this point wanting to break something but trying to channel his anger in to just shouting. All the other boys were a little terrified at the out burst and didn’t know what to do or what it was about.

“Fuck!” he was stopped facing the boys and unaware of the person who snuck in after Jungkook.

“I mean fucking hell! I can’t do anything without her worrying me with her worrying about me for 5 secs. She’s over bearing, overly sensitive, and just plain annoying. She has been blowing up my phone with constant texts and I’m reaching my wits end with Y/N.” He finally finished his anger fueled confession, not knowing that the last person he wanted to hear it heard every word.

You couldn’t believe you ears. During his whole outburst, you were in the kitchen.  You were about to fix him a plate of food from the dinner you had brought him and the boys but were stopped by the loud volume of his voice. You knew you could be a little much and you came to terms with that even tried to fix it but hearing that the love of your life couldn’t even handle you really hurt.

Your body was visibly shaking with all the emotions running through you, but the most overpowering emotion was heartbreak. Silent tears fell from your eyes and they wouldn’t stop coming. Amazingly you were able to quietly make your way out of the house without being notice. As soon as you were out in the cold with only yourself and your thoughts, you cried hysterically and ran all the way home, running like you never have before.

Meanwhile back at the dorm, Taehyung had caught a waft, during Yoongi’s explosion of angry words, of delicious food. When Yoongi had settled down a little, the vocalist went to find out what the source of the smell was and left towards the kitchen. With Tae’s sudden movement, everyone broke from their stunned states noticing the smell of food and were soon following in behind him, even Yoongi.

Upon arriving to the kitchen, the boys found a big feast packed in multiple containers filled with their favorite foods. They all were confused on where it had come from. On closer inspection they noticed a uncomplete plate filled with some of Yoongi’s favorite foods and all came to the same realization.

“Fuck,” the oldest rapper cursed under his breath. Before anyone could make a move, in the silence, a single text notification was heard that made Yoongi’s blood run cold. Slowly grabbing his phone like it would bite him if he touched it. He unlocked it and saw the last text he would get from her for a long time.

My Love: Enjoy the food. I hope you guys have an amazing comeback. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be a bother. I promise I won’t anymore.

A/N: I might add more to this but I’m not sure. I just want to get some of my WIPs out there.