#min yoogni fluff

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Soft Spot - Min Yoongi

Synopsis: Yoongi closed himself to most of the world. He didn't want to risk anyone hurting him or the people that mean the most to him. That was until you came along, somehow having the golden key to his heart.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader

Genre: Fluff, mutual pining, strangers to friends to lovers

Word Count: 1.7k

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Yoongi had spent over 30 minutes at the florist. His eyes bounced between all the different flowers, unsure what would be the best one to present to you. You would think that since Yoongi produces music, he felt a constant pressure for the next song to do better than the last.

However, his biggest worry was trying to impress you.

To him, not enough words could describe you. He has attempted to write at least one song to showcase his adoration for you. Yet, nothing seemed to fit. He could easily describe you as perfection. You were the one person who balanced him out amongst the chaos. The songs he produced with you in mind just didn't do you justice.

"Hyung, you ever going to make a selection?" Taehyung teased for him.

A sharp puff of air left Yoongi. He thought asking Taehyung to help him was the best idea, but he was starting to regret it.

"Would you shut up?" Yoongi murmured.

Taehyung went into a fit of chuckles before putting his hands up in defense. Seriously, he was here to provide insight?

Of course, Yoongi had an idea of the right ways to treat someone. He has experienced short flames of love in the past. But nothing like what you two had. It admittedly scared Yoongi at the intensity of emotions he felt within himself. He didn't mean to push people away, but he just often put all those emotions toward his career before another person. BTS counted on him to produce songs, to be a strong older brother. He didn't put another put through the wringer just because of his intense career.

But then he met you.

It started off innocent at first. You two just happened to bump into each other at the convenience store. He had been locked up at the studio, trying to lay tracks down for a new song when he needed a break. He figured going for a walk and grabbing an energy drink would help relax him.

Similarly, you had been crammed in your university's library working on a research paper. You were in the last semester of your graduate program, a step closer to becoming a Social Worker. Your fingers were starting to ache and you felt a bit restless after sitting at a work table. You decided you needed fresh air and an iced coffee before going to attempt to edit the paper.

You two had bumped into each other. Fatigue was written all over your faces that you hadn't noticed each other. That was until you bumped in as you tried to go to the register.

Seeing how tired you were, but also how beautiful you looked, Yoongi offered to pay for your beverage. When you tried to politely decline, he insisted after being in your way. Even though you were the one not watching where you were going.

As a way to show appreciation, you offered to give him your number. That way, you could repay him with a drink of his choosing whenever he wanted.

Since then, you two have been attached. Text messages were exchanged which then became FaceTime calls, particularly late at night due to both of your schedules. FaceTime calls quickly grew tiresome because all Yoongi wanted was to be in the same room as you, so you two began to hang out.

While Yoongi has not officially asked you to be his exclusively, he knew he wanted to be with you. You two practically saw each other twice a week. In his mind, you two were together.

That was until Taehyung pointed out that he hasn't actually asked you to be his, that you could be under the impression you two were just friends. Yoongi was doubtful, but his younger brother had a point. What if you saw him as only a friend? What if you were actually seeing someone else?

The thoughts made Yoongi both anxious but motivated to do something about it. Cue Taehyung coming in to help. Taehyung knew how to be romantic. He offered insight without Yoongi overthinking it.

"I'm telling you. She won't really care about the exact flowers. Just that you got them for her." "But they have to be perfect for her."

It brought Taehyung amusement to see how smitten his hyung was. Actually, all the boys were invested in Yoongi's love life. For the 10 years that they've known him, this was the first time that he was choosing something for himself rather than for other people. They all adored how dedicated Yoongi was to them and the group, but they always wanted Yoongi to be happy in all aspects of life. Including romantic.

They ever knew someone could be so happy over receiving a text message. At least, that was the case until they saw him grinning in his studio as he spun gently back and forth. He would re-read your texts to him, his smile getting wider and wider.

Or the way he thinks of you had random points. Having ramen for dinner? You like ramen. He would wonder if you had eaten, if you were happy, if you had a good day. See a squirrel while on a stroll? You were so energetic, so busy. What were you up to? Should he call you?

You were always on his mind. You meant everything to him and so much more.

It was why when he stood in front of your apartment door, his heart was racing. Yoongi was convinced that his heart was going to leap right out of his chest at this rate. He was practically shaking.

He sucked in a deep breath, looking down at the bouquet of flowers. Roses felt too intense for the occasion. He had selected an arrangement of blue hydrangea, blue delphinium, and white button poms. They reminded Yoongi of a clear, warm day and you were the sun. They were tied together by a pink bow, subtle but perfect.

Here goes nothing.

With his left hand firmly holding onto the stems of the bouquet, his right hand reached forward to ring the doorbell of your unit. It was a late Sunday morning. Sundays were your day to relax, to do self-care. He hoped he wasn't introducing, but he knew you'd be home.

From the other side of the black-painted door, he could hear shuffling. His heart fluttered knowing you were indeed inside. And about to open the door.

Did he get the right bouquet? Did you even like flowers? Should have have gotten a bigger bouquet for you?

He didn't have enough time to go through every scenario as soon the door opened. There you were. His angel.

Your hair was pulled back in a high ponytail with little strands framing your face. You wore a pair of black shorts but a large, oversized sweatshirt. All he wanted to do then was wrap you up in his arms and cuddle you. God, he was down bad.

You had a warm on your face, but quickly your eyes widened to see the flowers in his hand. You couldn't but hope they were for you, but you were convinced you and Yoongi were just friends. He was too kind to you to be anything more than that.

"Hi y/n," he said softly.

His voice sent your heart into palpitations. Nobody else sent you into such a spiral unlike he did so easily. It was just him greeting you but your knees were like jelly.

"Hi Yoongs," you spoke just as softly.

Yoongs. You were the only person who called him that. And he prayed you would be the only.

"What's going on? I figured you might be asleep still since you were at the studio until late." "Nothing can stop me from seeing you. I had a very important erran to run."

He was trying his best not to become a stuttering mess. But the way you were looking at him? The way you had a soft gaze yet lured him in, he was bound to crumble.

"These are for you, beautiful. Saw them and I thought of you."

Your cheeks turned bright pink. You were at a loss for words, and Yoongi noticed. He couldn't help but feel his ego rise. Maybe all the guys were right after all? Maybe you did like him?

He only got this confidence when he had a little bit of whiskey in his system. This was different, though. He didn't have liquid courage to fuel his delusions. He was stone-cold sober to see how you reacted to him. While non-verbal, your body language says everything.

"Oh Yoongi, they are so beautiful. You didn't have to do this." You took the flowers into your own hands to admire them up close. It warmed Yoongi's heart to see the way you took in their beauty, even though they weren't as beautiful as you are. He hoped you were seeing yourself just as positively, but he was ready to remind you constantly if need be.

"And I know what you're about to say." He began. "If you feel guilty for me spoiling you, why don't you accompany me for brunch? Going on an official date would make me happier than you buying me something."

Your head had never snapped up as quickly. Did you hear him correctly? Was he asking you out on a date? There was no room for interpretation when he said the words himself, but you weren't sure if you heard him correctly.

"Wait, you are actually asking me out?" "Well yeah, y/n. Isn't it obvious I like you?"

You opened your mouth to counter his statement, still in disbelief. However, you quickly closed it. Come on, y/n. Don't hesitate. You're so close to getting what you've always wanted.

"Can you give me 20 minutes to get ready and place these in water?" You asked. "Take all the time you need, angel. I'll be downstairs in my car, making sure it's all warm for you."

Feeling bold, Yoongi leaned into to press a lingering kiss to your cheek. "I've got nowhere else I'd want to be than spending time with you." Shivers ran down your spine from his tone and the way his words practically vibrated throughout your body.

He pulled back and winked before going towards the elevator. You gently closed the door before rushing to get ready.

Dreams can come true.

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MDNI 🔞

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Summary: You thought planning your wedding was going to be a magical memory. You didn't realize that it might make you second guess everything.

Pairing: Fiancée Yoongi x Insecure F. Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Hurt-Comfort

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Toxic Family Dynamics, Arguments, Sex Toys, Self Doubt, Over Thinking, Yoongi Overworking Himself, Reader Needs To Speak Up

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You stare at the screen of your computer and yawn. You haven't gotten a lot of sleep the past few nights. Yoongi has been gone again at night more frequently, opting to sleep in his studio in small spurts in between working. He tells you that he's so close to finishing the album, but you'll believe it when you see it. As of right now, you don't believe him at all. This has now been the third time he told you that. You have been keeping yourself busy trying to make the decision of what cake you want to try at your tasting next week. You get ten flavors to sample, and you are taking it very seriously. Your guest won't remember your vows after the wedding but they will remember if the cake was bad. Compared to everything else, this is the one thing you were looking forward to.

“What are feelings on fondant?” You ask Seungkwan. He looks up at you from across the room and makes a face. “Buttercream it is.”

“What does Yoongi want?” he asks.

“He doesn't care for cake, so he'll leave it up to me,” you tell him with a sigh. “Just like everything else. At least he is coming with me to sample them. So, I'll take it as a win.”

“You should talk to him about it,” he says, typing away on his computer. “If it's getting to be too much, you need to say something.”

“No, I took responsibility to plan everything. I can't go back on my word,” you tell him as you lean back and close your eyes. “I got your sister's email. The picture of the bouquet she sent is beautiful.”

“Oh, I'm glad,” he said with a small smile. “What did you go with?”

“Dark burgundy delilahs and white roses. Seriously, Seungkwan, thank you. I really appreciate it,” you say. “Anyway, I'm hungry. I'm going to hit the vending machine downstairs on the studio level. Did you want anything?”

“We have vending machines on our floor too,” Seungkwan tells you with a knowing look.

“I'm not up to anything. They have Oreos down there,” you say, defending yourself. “All we have are protein bars.”

“I guess I'll take a pack as well,” he relents.

Grabbing your card from your bag, you leave your office and take the elevator downstairs. You weren't lying….technically. The studio level does indeed have better snacks in the vending machine, but you can't help it if you have to walk by Yoongi's studio to get to it. Your chances of actually running into him were slim, but hey, you'll take the chance.

Leaving the elevator, you round the corner past Hobi's studio and then down past Yoongi's studio to get to the coveted snack machine. Sliding your card, you press the correct number for your cookies, the machine roars to life and pushes your cookies out. Bending down, you take them from the bottom of the machine and repeat. Only this time, the Oreos do not drop once you press the correct buttons. They get stuck between the coil holding them and the small black divider to its side.

“No,” you say into the empty hallway. You give the button another press and another, but still nothing happens. You gave the machine a big whack this time, but the only thing that you managed to do was hurt your hand. “Ouch!” You exclaim and shake your hand.

“Need help,” a voice says, startling you. You didn't even hear a door open.

Shit. Kai is smiling at you when you look to see who came to your rescue. He looks just as handsome as you remember, but this is not the best place to be seen with him. Not when you can look past him and see your fiancée's door. Fucking Orero's. They were too good to resist. You need to lay off the junk food. You should have gone with the protein bars.

“Um, sure. Thanks,” you say and back away from the vending machine.

Kai presses both his hands at the top of the vending machine and gently rocks it back and forth. It probably takes less than ten seconds before the sweet snack hits the bottom of the machine. He reaches down and retrieves them for you. Standing back up, he smiles and hands them to you.

“Thanks,” you say again, taking them from him and then proceed to take a few extra steps away from him.

“Y/N, right?” He asks you and leans on the machine he just manhandled. “Lisa's friend. We met at Jimin's party.”

“Yeah, that's me,” you say, standing there awkwardly in front of him. “I should…”

“You know it's a shame that our night was cut short at that party. I had a good time talking to you,” he comments, and you can hear the elevator ding. “Do you have any plans for Valentine's Day tonight?”

“No,” you say quietly. Is that today? You have completely forgotten.

“Is your boyfriend working tonight? He works here, right? Your boyfriend is a producer in the company? I think I have seen around….he glares a lot.”

“Fiancée and part owner actually,” Jimin says, walking up to the two of you. He slings his arm around his friend's shoulder. “I think Y/N needs to head back to work.” Jimin widens his eyes and jerks his head quickly. You stare at him strangely but decide to just go with it.

“Yeah, umm, very busy,” you say as Jimin still motions for you to go.

“Oh,” Kai said, looking amused. “So busy you had to have a cookie break? You don't seem that busy to me.”

“Yup, she just needs sugar every now and then, or she gets angry. I think she …realllyyy….needs to go. She should also…take the stairs. Now.” Jimin says.

Your eyes widen. You finally get it. Yoongi was probably on his way down. You turn quickly, running down the hall and heading for the door hiding the stairwell. You hear Kai say something to Jimin, but you were too busy running for your life to catch what it was. You make a sound of defeat when you open the door. Do you want to take four flights of stairs in heels? No. Do you want Yoongi to catch you with Kai? Absolutely not. You'll take the chance of busting your ass in your heels because it was better than the alternative.

Huffing and puffing, you make it back into your office and throw the cookies at Seungkwan, hitting him squarely in the chest. Who then made a disapproving sound when they hit him. You throw yourself in your chair and wipe your forehead with your hand. Man, you're out of shape.

“What happened?” he asks, opening the snack you got him and shoves one in his mouth.

“Kai happened,” you say and don't elaborate. You just hope that Yoongi doesn't find out.

Did anything interesting happen today?

It should have been an innocent text from Yoongi, but you knew better. He knew that you must have talked to Kai earlier, but you don't know who told him. Would Jimin go through all that trouble to help you and then rat you out? Probably. Not that there was anything to tell because you did nothing wrong. You bite your lip and think about how you want to answer this. You weigh your options. You can be brat about this, or you can fess up and be honest. Your fingers tap the side of your phone in thought. This is the fifth night in a row that he wouldn't be home, and your eyes drift to that red trunk that has yet to be discovered in your closet. You chose brat.

I got me and Seungkwan Oreos. You responded by typing back.

That all?

Yup, I wanted to save my energy for tonight. You write back.

Getting out of bed, you go to your closet and drop to your knees in front of that red chest. You take off the blanket and hoodies that you threw on top of it, placing everything to the side. You're going to take Lisa's advice and send Yoongi a quick picture. Of what exactly….you're not quite sure yet. Opening the lid, your face still burns with embarrassment, looking at everything that Lisa bought for you. You don’t even know where to start.

What's tonight? he types back.

You reach inside and grab what you think she called a personal massager. A deep purple device was one of the more innocent looking items in the box. Your eyes next land on the leather handcuffs, and you quickly snatch them as well before you could talk yourself out of it. Taking a breath, you put everything back before walking back over to the bed. Chucking your shirt off over your head, leaving your top half completely exposed. You lie down on your stomach, moving the toy close to your body and squish your boobs together between your arms. Positioning your device in what you hope is just the right angle to make you look enticing you snap a picture using the timer. You look at the result, and you are actually kind of impressed. Not bad.

Solo play, you answer with the accompanied picture and hit send.

Your palms become sweaty, your hands shake, and your eyes become large as you stare at your phone screen. What did you do? Oh, no! What did you do? Can you unsend a text? Please, you just want to take it back. Your hands start to flail around in the air by your head in panic. Your heart stops as the message goes from delivered to read.

“Oh shit,” you whisper to yourself and grab your shirt to cover yourself.

You watch as the dreaded dots appear on the screen, showing that he was responding. Your mouth goes dry, and suddenly, they disappear, but nothing comes through. You wait and wait, but again, nothing comes through. He's not going to respond. You don't know if you should be relieved or embarrassed that he probably didn't like it. Maybe Lisa doesn't know what she is talking about after all. You thought maybe you could salvage Valentines, but now you feel just plain stupid and a little unwanted. It kind of hurt. Tossing your phone on the bed, you lazily roll yourself off the bed and head for the bathroom to shower. Maybe you can wash away your idioticness.

When you open the bathroom door after your shower, the steam rolls out behind you. You tighten the towel that is wrapped around your freshly cleaned body as you head back to the bedroom. Stepping over the threshold into said room, you freeze. Yoongi is sitting on the edge of the bed. In his hands was that deep purple toy. His eyes look up at you through the strands of hair that have fallen over his forehead and into his eyes. Your pulse quickens. You guess Lisa does, in fact, know what she is talking about. You watch him reach over and grab the discarded cuffs. He dangles them off one of his slim fingers and raises an eyebrow at you.

“Solo play, huh?” he asks, resting both his elbows on his knees.

“I didn't think that you would come,” you tell him, holding your towel tighter like it was going to hide you somehow. Hide away the embarrassment of your actions.

Yoongi stands up from the bed after he discards the gifts on the bed and approaches you slowly. Once he reaches you, he slides his hand down your bare arm. The excess water in your hair starts to drip down your exposed skin, sending a chill through you. You noticeably shiver, and Yoongi pulls you closer to him. Bending his head, he captures your lips with his own, giving you a soft, teasing kiss.

“Do you still want it to be solo, or can I join?” he whispers against your lips.

You slip your hands to the hem of his shirt and pull up. Yoongi lifts his arms, helping you bring it over his head and taking it off the rest of the way by himself. Pulling his head down to you, you press your mouth against his. Yoongi moves his hands to your wet tangled hair, gripping your head tightly, keeping you where you were.

“Were you thinking of me?” he asks, pulling away slightly and pressing his forehead against yours.

“Yoongi,” you whimper and try to look away, but the hold on your head doesn't let you.

“What? You can't send me pictures like that and be embarrassed, baby,” he tells you as he kisses a path from your cheek to your neck. “You don't think that I haven't touched myself thinking about you? Hmmm, because I have…and I do.”

Something in you snaps, and you grab him, kissing him hard as you think about him alone in his studio, stroking himself. He groans into your mouth, holding you close against his body. You place your hands on his chest and back him up to the bed. The both of you falling onto it once the back of his knees hit the edge of the mattress, mouths still connected. Pulling away, you crawl off of him and move to the center of the bed. Yoongi twists around trying to grab for you, but you stay out of his reach, and you make him follow you up the bed.

You gently push him back against the pillows when he reaches out for you again, and you climb onto his lap. Leaning down, you press your mouth to his again. His hands travel to the top of your twisted towel, and he gently pulls it apart, giving him the treat of your naked body with small water droplets now dripping down onto the both of you. He relaxes underneath you and takes in every inch of you as his hands run up over the top of your thighs and land on your hips.

You reach over and grab the black leather cuffs that are laid beside you. You toy with them and undo the velcro with a loud shkriiiiip. He smirks at you and wets his lips with his tongue. One hand goes to your face. lovingly strokes your cheek with his thumb.

“You want me to cuff you to the bed, baby?” he questions, his voice deep with desire. You smile shyly back at him and shake your head. His eyes narrow at you for a moment before laughing silently. Yoongi places his hands above his head, resting them on the pillow and raises an eyebrow at you. He's daring you to do it. “It's okay.”

You lean over him and wrap his wrist in the leather before hooking the other side through the dark wooden slats of the headboard. Repeating the same treatment to the other wrist, he willing lies there at your mercy. You want to keep here so he can't leave you for days, almost weeks at a time like he always does. God, you miss him, and you don't know how much longer you can last like this. The loneliness at night has almost become unbearable. The silence was almost too loud.

Taking his mouth with yours again, your tongues dance together naturally as your mouths open for one another. He groans in your mouth as you ground your hips onto his pelvis. Your lips pull away with a smack, and you slither your way down his body as you maintain eye contact with him. You can see that his breathing has picked up by the way his chest moves up and down. If that wasn't a sure sign of him liking this, the straining in his sweatpants definitely did.

Settling yourself on the bed between his legs, you run your hand over his clothed erection. Yoongi bucks his hips up into your touch and lets out a harsh, shuddering breath. Reaching for the top of his sweats, you curl your fingers around the fabric and pull them over his hips. You stop in surprise when you realize that he didn't have anyone underneath. Your eyes meet his, and he smirks and gives a slight shrug as best as he can, given his current position.

Pulling them the rest of the way off, you grab his hardness and bring your mouth down to him. Giving his tip one small lick, you pull away. You sit back on your heels and stare at him with an innocent smile before crawling back up his body. You rest your weight on your hands as you hover your face over his.

“Happy Valentine's Day,” you say quietly, and his eyes widen in recognition.

“I'm sorry,” he says quickly, but you shut him up with a kiss.

“I forgot too, until….Kai reminded me,” you tell him with a knowing look, and he narrows his eyes.

“I bet he fucking did,” he growls.”He was so fucking smug talking to Jimin about you.”

“Oh,” you say and drop your hips onto his hardness that was lying against his flat stomach. You languidly move your wet core back and forth along it. Letting the motion stimulate your clit.

“Yeah,” he answered breathlessly as his eyes rolled back slightly. “Fuck, keep going.”

“Nothing happened,” you tell him as you lift your hips off of him, denying him your touch. “I barely even said two words to him.”

“I trust you,” he says, taking a deep breath

“Do you?” You ask him seriously.

“With my whole heart,” he says, lifting his head for a kiss. You lean down and press your mouth to his once again before moving your kiss to his neck. Yoongi's head falls back onto the pillow. “Baby, can we talk about this later. My cock is so hard it hurts.”

Sitting up you reach between your legs, you grab his cock and run the head along your folds, coating him with your natural slickness before slowly sinking onto him. Yoongi pushes his tongue against the side of cheek as he watches you take all of him with rapt attention. You lean forward with your hands on his chest and press your forehead against his as you start to slowly move up and down on him. You close your eyes and savor the feeling of him inside of you as you take your time. The feeling of fullness replacing the ache of emptiness and loneliness that has plagued you for months now. The hot flame within you that has dulled finally roared back to life.

Yoongi plants his feet flat on the bed and thrusts his hips up against you. His hard dick spears you over and over again as you fall forward from the force of his hips hitting you and bury your face into his neck. You let out a strangled moan as he takes control.

“Undo me, Y/N,” his raspy voice commands. “I need to get my mouth on you.”

You reach up blindly and pull the velcro off one of the cuffs. With his wrist successfully freed, he hurriedly grabs the opposite side and undos it himself. Sitting up, he throws them to the floor and gently guides you off him. He grabs your waist and turns you so you can lie down in his previously occupied spot before he grabs your knees, spreading you open for him.

Lying on his stomach, Yoongi presses a kiss to your throbbing clit. His fingers run up and down your opening gathering your wetness before sinking them into you. You sigh and wiggle your hips in response. Sticking his tongue out he traces small circles around you as his fingers start a slow rhythm pumping into you.

“Do you want me to use that?” he asks, jerking his head to the deep purple toy.

“NO!” You exclaim and cover your face.

Yoongi moves up up your body, hovering over you as his fingers continue to slide in and out of you. He crooks them at the perfect angle that has you gasping and grabbing at his shoulders. Yoongi leans down and kisses your cheek before pushing his fingers deeper inside of you. You press your head further into the pillow underneath you with a whimper.

“Let me use it. Please?” he asked, tongue licking a wet stripe underneath your jaw. You bite your lip as he shoves his fingers into you at a rapid pace that is just as deep.

“Fuck,” you gasp out. “Okay, okay. Use it.”

Yoongi pulls his fingers out of you quickly and grabs onto the massager. His hand fumbles with it for a second before he finds the button to turn it on. The low hum of the messenger and the dark look in his eyes make your mouth go dry. Placing his lips on yours, he trails the deep purple toy down between your breast over your stomach before reaching his final destination. A whine escapes your lips as the vibration hits your sensitive spot.

“Shhh,” he says softly. “I got you. Stop me if it's too much.”

Yoongi moves down the bed, resting on his knees before sinking his fingers back into you. Holding the toy against you, his fingers start pumping into you at a furious pace. Tapping that innermost spongy spot repeatedly has your wetness dripping out of you with every push and pull of his fingers. Your hands reach up and grab on to the wooden slats of the headboard and squeeze tightly. Your hips start to gyrate, and your breathing picks up, making your chest heave up and down.

“God, I miss seeing you like this,” Yoongi growls at you.

“I….I….,” you struggle with words as your hips jump. Your inner walls rhythmically pulse around his fingers, slicking them even more. “STOP!” You manage to sob out. He throws the toy down on the bed in an instant and looks at you with wide eyes. “You…I….I want you.”

“I'm here,” he said, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I am right here. Are you sure you want more?”

“Please, I need it,” you whimper.

Yoongi lines himself up to your entrance and plunges himself all the way. Your back arches as you bring your arm around his shoulders and pull him down to you. Your chests press together, his face buried in your neck, legs wrapped around his waist as his hips thump repeatedly against your own wildly. You feel delirious as his lips attach to your neck sucking hard enough to mark you. You sink your hand into his hair, tugging him off your neck.

“Got to show him your mine, baby. He acts like he can have you. Can he have you? ” he growls in your ear, and you shake your head, unable to speak. His hips pick up in tempo as the headboard starts to rhythmically bang against the wall loudly. “I'm not going to last much longer,” he pants. “You are going to come again. Do you hear me?”

“Yes,” you pant.

Reaching out, he grabs the discarded toy. Turning it back on, he sneaks it between your bodies to touch it to your clit. You both moan loudly as it makes contact as the vibrations rush through both of you. You feel yourself clench around his hardened length as you cry out, your wetness coating his length. Yoongi hums deeply in satisfaction at the feeling of your pulsating core that surrounds him. His own hips stutter and lose rhythm, toy falling out of his hand as you slap it away when it becomes too much. Slamming his mouth against yours, his hips give you one more hard thrust before he stiffens and comes deep inside of you.

Yoongi drops his head onto your shoulder, panting. You slowly graze your nails up and down his back as you stare up at the ceiling. You can feel his lips lightly connect with the front of your shoulder in what you think is a loving gesture. A tear falls out of the corner of your eye, and you quickly wipe it away. The roaring fire within you minutes ago has gone back to that dull flame. It's a flame that barely flickers and fights to stay lit. You're scared.

Fuck.

Tagged Readers

@mggv97, @granataepfelchen, @kam9404, @svnbangtansworld, @futuristicenemychaos, @notarshia

[beautifulfuckup99]

“There are different kinds of soulmates. 12 to be exact." Ms. Whitehurst says while sat with MBG. "When we think of that term, we think so one dimensional. But no matter lover or friend or partner... We are all connected on a spiritual level. And therefore... We can all have a soul mate from the past that will find us one day, again."

Second type of soul mate: The Soul Partners Mate

“Soul Partners: They are specifically designed to help support you in this life emotionally, professionally, or in any other way you require to accomplish and experience what your soul planned to do here on this earth. And they will find you in the next life, and do so again. You’ll find it easy to work with them. You’ll find yourself able to trust them. In every life.”

Warning(s): Curs!ng, Talks of V!olence, Mentions of an actual historical event.

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September, 1976. The “Dirty War”

“Can you fucking focus?!” You hiss quietly over the earpiece as you stand outside the government official building in Argentina, your red sundress blowing in the soft wind and your headscarf and glasses only working slightly to disguise you.

“All I said was who makes their background picture kittens…” Yoongi shrugs as he focuses on the mission at hand: Gathering intel from a head agent’s computer as you stood by to be the distraction if said agent walks over.

So far, so good…

“I can only play the clueless woman for so long…” You note quietly as you fix your sunglasses a bit. Yoongi snickers at that statement.

“You were playing?” He challenges playfully, and you feel like going in there right now to show him how it’s really done.

As you open your mouth to speak back, you notice the official walking over to the building, his meeting obviously having ended sooner than you thought.

“Crap.” You sigh before softening your entire body and walking over to him.

“Hurry.” You growl at Yoongi before you pretend to trip so your target would have no choice but to catch you.

And he does.

Men are so easy…

“Oh! Oh my goodness!” You gasp as you cling to Benicio Fernandez. He’s one of the top agents in this entire operation and if playing a damsel in distress keeps him out of his office then so be it.

“Oh, thank you. Thank you!” You say as you look up at the Spanish man, softening your eyes the way you were always taught.

“Are you okay, madam?” He asks as he holds you by the waist tighter, making you fake a blush. “You need to watch where you’re stepping. This street has a lot of cracks in the sidewalk. You’ve gotta pay attention…” He lectures a bit and you wanna take him down at this moment but hold back the annoyance of him talking to you like a child.

“I know. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking…” You pout a bit as you fix yourself up so you’re not clinging to him anymore.

“I’m not complaining, honestly. A beautiful woman like you…” Benicio says with a bit of a smirk.

You fake a bashful smile. “Really? Thank you…” You say softly and hold out a hand to shake his.

“Emma Martinez.” You give your fake name as he smiles while moving to shake your hand.

“Walking out now!” Yoongi says into your hidden earpiece thanks to your headscarf, relief in his tone. Benicio firmly shakes your hand and leans in a bit.

“Are you sure your name isn’t Y/N?” Benicio asks quietly and you look him in the eyes for a moment as he smirks cockily.

“You’re coming with me.” Benicio states as he grips your hand tighter. You eye him before making your first move, a quick punch to the throat with your free hand and then a roundhouse kick to the head. He falls down and makes a quick grab for your feet as Yoongi steps out of the building and quickly runs over to help you, using the briefcase in his grasp to hit Benicio.

With his grip loose, Yoongi drags you away towards the car just as you see other agents running out of the building with their guns already drawn. “Let’s go!” You shout and grab Yoongi’s arm to yank him along faster.

You make an escape to the car and as you get in, Yoongi starts up the engine quickly and speeds off as the officials try shooting at your tires to stop you both. You duck fast to not get hit and Yoongi makes a sharp turn to get out of the line of fire.

“Crap! What blew up our spot!?” Yoongi asks and you pause to really think about it.

“They were expecting us…” You mutter.

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“Get away from the window!” You hiss as you grab Yoongi’s arm fast and pull at him to move him away.

“Just peeking! Relax!” He says as he lets you pull him over to the bed of your motel room.

You had to hide out for the night and in the morning, you’d take different flights back to the states with all the information you gathered today. You step back into the bathroom to finish your nightly routine as Yoongi watches you silently from the edge of the bed.

“Today could’ve ended bad.” He finally mutters and you look over as you set your hair for the night, so it’d look good in the morning.

“What do you mean? The guns? Yoongi, there’s gonna be guns…” You scoff softly as you walk over to the bed.

“You’re right. But I hate when they’re pointed at you.” He says softly and you look at him.

Yoongi’s been your partner since you first joined this division. Nobody wanted to pair with a woman agent, but Yoongi always saw you as capable in your own right and it was a relief while also being a curse.

He saw you as capable, what a relief.

He actually saw you… what a curse.

“Then take a bullet for me.” You joke quietly and Yoongi eyes you with a smirk.

“You don’t think I would? How long have we known each other?” He asks in a challenging way, and you sit next to him. It’s your turn to smirk. You just loved to challenge and push each other…

“Don’t pull that card…” You joke back softly as you nudge him playfully.

"I'm serious, Y/N. How long have we've been doing this? Hm? I'd take a bullet for you." He says so casually like he's talking about the weather. You have to take this moment to actually look at him.

"This type of job? There's no room for thoughts like that." You warn quietly.

You worked a job that left you loyal to a paycheck, not to a specific person. A spy for hire who always chose to drag this man along for the ride.

"Why do you say that?" He asks curiously and you raise an eyebrow at that stupid question.

"Cause that bullet you're taking for me? Could be coming from my gun for the right price." You whisper as you eye him closer. He shrugs at that.

"Figured as much." He says softly. "Like I said. I've known you too long." He nods and you look down at that. "Plus... You wouldn't pull the trigger." He says and now it's your turn to laugh.

"You don't think I would?" You tauntingly ask and then look him deep in the eyes. "How long have we've known each other?" You whisper challengingly.

He slowly looks down at your lips and starts to slightly lean in only for you to turn your head right before his lips could fully touch yours.

"Get some sleep. Partner." You say gently and he chuckles softly at that.

"That all I am?" He asks. "I thought I'd be able wear you down by now." He teases quietly.

You snort at that.

"Maybe in another life..." You joke back quietly as you stand up from the bed and walk back into the bathroom.

**********PRESENT DAY**********

"I had a lot of thoughts while I was preparing for this tour." You say calmly and clearly into the mic as you hold the headphones closer to your ears so you can hear the act clearly. You watch as the K-pop Idol you were hired to translate for pauses in surprise, looking around and catching sight of you as he mumbles more into the mic in his grasp.

You can't help yourself. "Oh, it's a woman." You translate for the fans and a bunch start to laugh as he looks over at you and smiles a bit before he continues his speech.

After the show, you make your way backstage so you can take your leave when a guard stops you. "You're needed in Mr. Min's dressing room." He says and you sigh heavily, but nod. You needed this job so as you walk towards the dressing room with the bodyguard, you silently hope you didn't fuck up. You get to the dressing room and Yoongi is in the middle of removing his necklace when you step inside.

"Mr. Min?" You ask as you walk closer to shake his hand.

"Oh! Hi. I just wanted to... Apologize. For my shock. I didn't know they hired a... Woman." He says sheepishly as he shakes your hand. You smile softly at that and giggle.

"I understand completely. Y/N Y/L/N. It's nice to meet you." You say pleasantly as you let go of his hand.

"You'll be helping me speak to all of my fans. It's liked this is our tour." He jokes and you snort at that.

"Well. Guess that makes us partners." You nod certainly as you look at him softly.

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Sorry this came out a day late! And also sorry it's kind of short. BUT! Namjoon's story is next up, and it will be out Saturday the 20th!

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Who's Your Favourite Part 5

Jung Hoseok/Actress!Reader

Summary: Hoseok meets you mom and he asks someone he trusts for advice...

Warnings: slight angst

Word Count: 2297

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March 2019

You had to say, dinner was going better than expected so far. Things were a little awkward with the language barrier, but Hobi was getting better at English by the day and you were happy to translate when needed, even if that did get a little tiring after a while.

Everything was going smoothly and your mom had kept her promise in not bringing up your little falling out... That was until you were all lounging on the sofas in the living room, all equipped with glasses of wine.

‘So.’ She spoke suddenly, swirling the liquid in her glass. ‘Have you two talked about moving in together yet?’ You groaned into your glass and rolled your eyes.

‘Mom please not now. We’ve all had a good night.’

‘I’m just curious who would be the one to move is all.’ She asked with a shrug, trying to act indifferent.

‘I’m not talking about this tonight.’ You slammed your glass down and got up to storm away, passing a confused Hoseok as you did. He must not have been following the last part of the conversation, since he was casting worried looks towards you as you moved.

You heard movement behind you as Hoseok politely excused himself and scurried after you. You made your way to the back of your home and onto your balcony, overlooking the city.  You threw yourself down on one of the chairs, already feeling the chill of the night air. Rubbing at your bare arms, you tried to warm yourself up.

‘Hey, what happened?’ Hoseok gently pushed through the door and took one look at your shivering frame, before he slid off his jacket and draped it round your shoulders. You accepted with a grateful smile as he sat next to you at the small table.

‘ she bought up us living together , about who would be the one to move...’ You clutched his jacket tighter round yourself. His face fell slightly at this, knowing ultimately what this conversation wouldd lead to.

‘Oh..’ There was that awkward silence again.

‘Listen Hobi I’m not stupid. I know I would have to be the one to move countries.’ He looked up at you in shock, shaking his head vigorously as he was about to argue against your point, when you interrupted him.

‘You can’t exactly do your job here in the UK and flying back and forth every week isn’t really feasible either...' You joked, hoping to lighten the mood. He smiled sadly and nodded in agreement.

‘If I move to Korea I can still act. Do auditions remotely, maybe even start doing work in Korea.’ You said thoughtfully. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to get an agent for work in Asia...

‘Are you sure that’s something you are ok with though?’ Hobi’s sceptical voice pulled you from your thoughts. He was giving you a perplexed look, almost as if he were begging you to think this through more.

‘Leaving your family and friends?’ He continued, shuffling to the edge of his seat and clasping his hands together. You smiled at his actions. It seemed like he was trying to  convince you to stay more than anything, which only made you love him more.

‘It’s not like I’ll never see them again, plus I’ll make new friends in Korea too!’ Hoseok leaned back in his seat and rubbed the back of his neck, face still contorted into a deep frown. The sight of him like this made you pull back slightly, less enthusiastic then before.

‘Unless you don’t want to move in together?’ You were almost afraid to ask at this point.

‘No of course I do!’ He jumped up and placed his hand on your knee. ‘I just don’t want you to feel like you have to do that, like before....’

After that not very nice phone call you had two months ago, even though he acted like he was alright for your benefit, he still really wasn’t. He really needed advice for what to do in this situation and what better person to go to than his leader?

Jungkook and Taehyung would be useless, never really having a serious relationship up to this point. Jimin and jin would try to help, but they would probably provide something that was barely advice. And Yoongi would probably tell him to sort his won relationships out.

His sister was also an option... The perspective from another woman could really help, though he was afraid of her reaction and weather or not this would change her opinion of him. After battling with himself internally, he ultimately decided that his sister was the best option and gave her a call.

‘Hey Ji-woo, do you have time to meet up soon? I could really do with some advice.’

And so, Hobi found himself seated in a secluded corner of a small coffee shop, feeling small under his sisters gaze.

‘So you understand why I need help now?’ He spoke sheepishly, hands circling the warm cup sitting in front of him nervously.

‘Aish, and you really never noticed?’ She sighed.

‘She never said there was a problem until now...’ He trailed off, suddenly feeling sheepish. Ji-woo subtly rolled her eyes and sighed again, softly shaking her head.

‘You should have noticed the pattern before she bought it up. You’re telling me that you haven’t had a single bit of time off since you met to fly to her instead?’ Hobi was silent. He couldn’t say that. There had been a few times he’d had at least a week off, but still you were the one to fly. Thinking about it that way really put tings into perspective for him.

‘I just don’t know what to do from here.’ Ji-woo’s face softened as she took in her brothers vulnerable state. He was really distraught over this she could tell.

‘Well, you’re going over there soon right?’ She confirmed gently. ‘All I can suggest is just to listen to her more, ask what she wants to do rather than just assuming. Showing her you are willing to talk will go a long way, trust me.’ Hoseok nodded along as he listened carefully, thoughtful look on his face.

‘It sounds obvious when you say it like that.’ He shook his head with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

‘Listen, from what you’ve told me she seems amazing and I can’t wait to meet her. It just seems you both need to work on your communication a bit more.' Ji-woo smiled at her brother as she gave the best advice she could. She really meant what she said about you sounding great. She could only hope that were true and her brother wasn’t blinded by love. She would hate to see him heartbroken after everything he’s already been through.

Hearing reassurance from his sister was exactly what he needed. After hugging her and bidding goodbye, he was on his way back to the studio. He would have plenty to think about that night.

‘Hobi... This is what I want. I love you and I want to make being together easier.’ You spoke softly but with confidence so you could make him understand. You weren’t being forced into anything.

‘I love you too, and I can’t say I haven’t thought about us living together.’ A smile started to appear on his face.

‘So is this actually happening then?’ You were almost bouncing in your chair you were so excited.

‘Well there’s a lot we need to sort out but yeah I think it’s happening!’ Hoseok confirmed, equally as excited. You couldn’t contain yourself any longer. You sprang up and practically threw yourself onto him, lips smashing against his. Hoseok instantly reciprocated your kiss and placed his hands on your hips as you now sat on his lap. You pulled back and rested your forehead on his with a laugh.

‘I love you.’

‘I love you too.’ You took a deep breath before you stood up, suddenly becoming more aware of the cold.

‘C’mon, we should get inside before we catch a cold.’ He took your outstretched hand and allowed you to lead him inside. As you walked through the hallway, you noticed your mom still sitting in the living room, glass of wine freshly topped up. You stilled as you looked her over. Telling her now would be a lot easier rather than waiting and keeping her in the dark. Hobi released your hand and instead ran his fingers down your arms from behind in an attempt to keep you calm, knowing what you needed to do.

‘I’ll back you up, don’t worry jagi.’ He whispered in your ear. You shrugged off his jacket and handed it back to him before letting out a deep breath. You marched up and stood directly in front of your mom, causing her to look at you in surprise.

‘Y/N wha-‘

‘Mom I need to tell you something and I want you to just listen and not interrupt ok?’ She didn’t look happy but closed her mouth into a tight line as she nodded.

‘I’m just gonna say it. Me and Hoseok have decided to move in together, and I’m moving to Korea.’ You saw her eyes widen and her breathing increased, so you raised your hand to stop her.

‘Before you say anything it was my idea. Plus it’s not like it’s happening right away, there is a lot to discuss.’ You spoke quickly so you could get everything out without being cut off. Your mom just looked at you, flabbergasted that this was even a discussion.

‘Y/N, after what we talked about, you’re still dropping everything for him?’

‘If I may?’ Hoseok spoke in English, inserting himself into the conversation when he saw that your mom was about to get upset. He stepped forward and placed his hand on your lower back, silently warning you he may need your help if he couldn’t remember a word.

‘I love your daughter and I would never want her to do something she didn’t want.’ Your mother was surprised that he was speaking English so well, having not really talked to him all night. You interlocked your fingers with his as he spoke.

‘We are planning everything before the move and we will keep you updated if you want.’ He stuttered slightly on a few words, but managed to get his point across quite clearly. You nodded in agreement. The last thing you want is for your mom to be in the dark,  so keeping her up to date with your plans was the least you could do.

‘Mom it’s like Hobi said. Nobody is forcing me into anything. All I want id for you to be happy for me.’ You both just stared at each other for a few moments, neither making the first move, until suddenly your mom stood up to stand in front of you. You stiffened, bracing yourself to receive a berating from her.... only it didn’t come. Instead, she pulled you into a tight hug.

‘Oh honey of course I’m happy for you if this is what you want!’ She truly did sound happy despite being slightly muffled by your shoulder. She pulled back and you couldn’t stop the surprised look, unsure how you had managed to convince her so fast. Without warning, she then also pulled Hoseok into a hug too. He relaxed significantly now that she seemed to have warmed up to him at least a little. She quickly jerked back from him and grasped his shoulders tightly, causing him to raise his eyebrows quizzically.

‘You look after her understand!? I’ll never forgive you if something happened to her.’ You watched the exchange between the two with a warm smile and quickly translated for Hoseok, just in case.  Even though your mom may not have a filter, she always had your best interest in mind. She loved you. Honestly, she had nothing to worry about when it came to Hoseok. He would do anything to protect you.

October 2019

Turns out, moving to a new country was easier said than done. It had also taken a lot longer than anticipated, what with sorting out any outstanding work you had and also talking with your current agent. Plus you had already found another potential agent in Korea who could handle work in Asia for you, so you were also juggling working things out with them too.

There was also the matter of your home and furniture. For now, you decided to keep your UK home just as a fall back which you hoped you wouldn’t need to ever use. The two of you decided it would make sense for you to move into Hoseok’s current home, rather than scrambling to try and find somewhere new when it wasn’t necessary. His apartment had more than enough space for the two of you, basically being a mansion labelled as an apartment, so the two of you would be able to live more than comfortably together.  

Another reason things had taken so long, was because he was just about to start another tour when you both made the (impulsive lets be real) decision. You both agreed that it would make a lot more sense to wait until he would be back in Korea in October, rather than trying to move in alone.

To think. All this time, you and Hoseok had managed to keep your relationship a secret from the public. Only your close friends and the relevant people at his company knew, so maybe it was time for you to go public now you were moving in together.... You would need to have a serious discussion about it together to decide.

[jeonjungcooky]

[letskadagetke]

If yall were heartbroken and you're friend, definitely not yoongi, and he suggested to hang out, would yall want to fuck to make your ex jealous or he comfort you and kiss you?

[lovelytaehyungl]

STOP MIN YOONGI

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MDNI 🔞

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Summary: You thought planning your wedding was going to be a magical memory. You didn't realize that it might make you second guess everything.

Pairing: Fiancée Yoongi x Insecure F. Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Hurt-Comfort

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Toxic Family, Arguments, Sex Toys, Self Doubt, Over Thinking, Unprotected Sex, Yoongi Overworking Himself, Reader Needs To Speak Up

A/N: I finished the epilogue!! I hope everyone that's celebrating Thanksgiving or Friendsgiving has an amazing one!

You walk down the sidewalk with your two best friends flanking each side of you. Today was the THE day! The thought of wedding dress shopping has been eating at you for a week now. You were finally going to have to face your mother for the first time in person since she practically kidnapped you to look at overpriced venues that she could only dream about. You were thankful that Yoongi's mom couldn't be here today. You didn't want her to witness what was sure to be a shit show. You had promised to send her pictures.

“Are you absolutely sure that you want both of them here?” Jisoo asked as the three of you approached the boutique.

“I get inviting your mom but….your sister. I think you have gone nuts,” Lisa says.

“I told you,” you say as you stop walking to look at them. “She and I are fine. Things are getting better.”

It's not a lie. Things have definitely been getting better between you and your sister. While the two of you haven't met up in person since that fateful day in the coffee shop in February, you have talked and texted a lot. It might not be every day, but you do communicate several times a week. It’s mainly mundane topics and wedding talk, but that was perfectly okay with you. This is how you found out that your mother has every intention of buying you her dream wedding dress. That poofy, sparkly princess dress that you absolutely hate. You are pretty sure that someone is going to walk out of the shop today crying, and it's not going to be tears of joy. Will it be you or your mom? You are hoping it's the latter.

You can see your mom and sister standing outside of the wedding dress boutique as the three of you finally get closer to the destination. Lisa throws her long hair up in a ponytail and takes her hoop earrings out before throwing them in her purse that hangs at her side. You throw her a look of confusion, and she shrugs.

“If I have to fight, I need to be ready,” she whispers loudly.

“There will be no fighting,” Jisoo counters. “We are here to support our friend. This is a very special day.”

“I will support her by punching a bitch if I have to,” Lisa hisses.

“Listen,” you say, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. “I'm really stressed out right now. I really appreciate your willingness to fight, but please, please don't do it today.”

“I make no promises except for that I will try,” she tells you as she rolls her eyes.

“Good enough,” you grumble and continue your walk forward.

As you approach your family, you can see that your mom and sister seem to be in some sort of heated discussion. Your sister has her arms crossed over her chest and is shaking her head vigorously while your mom looks like she is attempting to scold her. Great. You clear your throat, and your sister quickly turns to you, giving you a tight smile.

“Finally,” your mother says, looking at you with a pinched look on her face. “I must say that I'm surprised that I was still invited here after all the trouble you're going through to ignore me.”

“Now is not the time to talk about this,” Jisoo said gently as you bit the inside of your cheek. “Why don't we go into the store and look around some.”

Jisoo takes your moms arm and directs her into the dress shop. Lisa stays near you and glares at your sister, who glares right back at her. You nudge Lisa and point to the door to the boutique. Taking your hint, she huffs and walks past your sister, growling at her as she passes to go into the store.

“She really hates me, doesn't she? " Your sister asks, as she turns her attention away from Lisa.

“She's just protective,” you say in defense of your friend.

“Listen, mom bought you the dress,” your sister tells you. “Mingyu and I overheard her on the phone last night confirming the details when she was over for dinner.”

“What?” You ask with wide eyes.

“Yeah, Mingyu even kicked her out of the house when we confronted her about it. He said she needs to learn to respect our wishes, and if she can't, then she's no longer welcomed in our home. She is pissed at me because I won't back her up,” she says quickly as she shoots a look to the large window you two were standing in front of.

“Holy shit,” you say, looking at the ground as you let her words sink in. “Is that what you were talking about just now?”

“Yeah, she wants me to call off the wedding,” she says with a roll of her eyes. “She always said how he was the perfect man. How he was so good-looking, rich, and how we looked so good together. Now, he stood up to her, and she wants me to get rid of him.”

“You're not…” You start, but she cuts you off.

“NO!” She exclaims. “I'll choose Mingyu over her every day.”

There is a knock on the window of the boutique. You look and see Lisa waving for the two of you to come in. Glancing at your watch, you see it's almost time for your appointment to start.

“We will have to talk about this later,” you tell her, and she nods her head in agreement.

“You ready?” She asks, walking over to the door and opening it for you.

“As I'll ever be,” you respond and walk into the shop.

“No,” you say as you look at the dress that's hanging on a champagne fabric wrapped hanger in your moms hand. You are positive it’s the one that she bought for you.

“You don't even know what it looks like until you try it on,” your mom argues. You look to your friends or sister for help, but they are busy looking through the dresses on the racks spread throughout the room to notice. “Please, just try it on. What harm is it going to do?”

You snatch the hanger, maybe a little too roughly out of her hand, and head to the dressing room to shut her up. You feel shy upon entering the room that was surrounded by mirrors when an attendant accompanies you inside. She takes the dress from you and hangs it from a gold hook on the wall. You quickly undress as she unlaces the back and pulls the zipper down, getting it ready for you to step into. You watch as she expertly lays it out on the floor that you hoped they cleaned before your appointment. You might not like the dress, but you don't want to ruin it. You carefully step into the material barefooted as she gently pulls the dress up your body. You close your eyes and take in how the dress feels heavy on your frame. That wasn't a good sign, and you can't bring yourself to look in the mirror. You know that you probably look ridiculous.

“You can look,” she says gently after she finishes zipping you up. “It's a little big on you. We would have to take it in some.”

One…two…three. You open your eyes, and you stare at yourself expressionless in the mirror as soon as you see the reflection of yourself. You look like an abominable snowman, a marshmallow, a cotton ball. The dress was stark white with layers upon layers of tulle in the skirt that made you feel like you were being swallowed up by the fine netting. The bodice was covered in probably hundreds of iridescent beads that were scraping your inner arm, irritating it. They were accompanied by a plunging sweetheart neckline, showing off way more skin than you would like for your wedding day. Especially in front of Yoongi's family. You hated it. You knew you would.

“We have plenty of other silhouettes that you can try on,” your attendant tells you as she takes in the look of disgust on your face. “Brides go through so many dresses before they find the one of their dreams. It's okay to not like this one.”

“I have to show my mom,” you tell her. “This is the dress of her dreams.”

“What about your dreams?” she asked, smiling sadly at you almost like she understood what you were going through. You wonder how many brides come through here trying on dresses to make others happy. You hope it's not many.

You shrug and give her a small smile in return. Leaving the room, you go back out onto the floor and stand in front of a set of cream colored couches where everyone sat. Your mom lights up as she looks at you being swallowed by all the tulle. Her hands pressed against her chest as she beams at you. Of course, your pageant mother loves the over the top dress. Jisoo's face is cringing, and she's trying to hide behind her phone, Lisa is literally straight up pointing at you as she silently laughs, and your sister is subtly shaking her head no at you.

“Turn, turn,” your mom says, as she pulls out her phone to begin snapping pictures. “I told you. It looks perfect on you. Do you have a tiara? She needs a veil, preferably with a long dramatic train. ”

“I don't want a tiara,” you grumble, but your mother brushed you off with a wave of her hand.

“How about we try something else,” your sister says, interrupting your mother as she walks over to you and hands you another dress. This one, thankfully, seems like it had much less material.

You cautiously take the dress from her and head back inside the dressing room while lifting the skirt of the dress so you don't trip. You carefully take the heavy dress off once the door closes with help, and you try on the next dress without really looking at it. The attendant makes a noise of surprise as she buttons you into it. She steps away and smiles at your reflection in the mirror.

“It fits perfectly. It doesn't even need to be altered. Go ahead and take a look,” she said encouragingly.

You turn with a deep breath and slowly open your eyes to look in the mirror. She was right. It fit perfectly against your body and hugged you like a glove. The vintage sleeveless, lace mermaid dress flowed beautifully as it hugged every curve of your body. The off-white color seemed to be much more flattering compared to the stark white marshmallow, making it seem much more elegant and simple. It made you feel beautiful. It was perfect.

You turn and glance at the back of the dress before doing a small circle, trying to see every view of the dress. You loved it. You absolutely loved it. Damn it, you can feel yourself start to cry. You understand now why women always cry on those dress shows on tv. You can actually envision yourself walking down the aisle to Yoongi in this dress. It felt magical. It felt right.

“I think this is the one,” she said, handing you a tissue so you can dab at your tears. “Like it was meant to be.”

Wiping your eyes, you take a deep breath and go out to the floor once again. You take one look at your best friends and the damn breaks. Tears start falling rapidly now, and you can hardly keep up with catching the droplets.

“Oh, sweets,” Lisa said, crying along with you.

“It's so beautiful on you,” Jisoo said over Lisa’s whaling as she took several pictures of you.

“A perfect fit,” your sister said softly, smiling at you.

You are able to calm yourself after a minute and turn some circles for them. Your hands run over the floral lace fabric as you once again look in a mirror off to the side in the main room. You don't want to look at your mom. You can imagine what her expression is. It's probably an angry, sour expression. You have to quickly remind yourself that this is not about her. You are not going to let her take this moment from you.

Your attendant approaches you again. Reaching up, she clips a veil in your hair and lays the train out flat behind you. Lisa cries louder, and Jisoo shushes her as she lightly pats her on the back. You finally look at your mom, and she's quietly staring at you. You think her eyes look glassy. This is it. You know it is. This is the one.

“I'll take it,” you say with a smile as you look at the attendant. “I don't need to see anymore. This is the one.”

Leaving the store, you button up your jacket with Lisa and Jisoo right next to you, the latter holding your dress. Your mom and sister leave last, but your mother comes around and stands in front of you, stopping you from being able to walk away from her.

“Umm,” Jisoo said and looked at you. “I'll get this home. Don't worry, I'll keep it safe.”

“Thank you,” you say softly and hug her goodbye.

“Do you want me to stay?” Lisa asks you but stares directly at your mom. “I have all day.”

“You know what, Lisa,” your sister says, and Lisa's eyes snap to her. “Why don't you and I grab a coffee. My treat.” Lisa's sharp eyes turn to you, and you nod your head, yes, encouraging her.

“Fine, only because you are paying,” Lisa sniffed and squeezed your hand in departure.

You sigh as you watch them walk away. You didn’t want to be alone with your mother, but you can't stand the stress of avoiding her anymore. It's been getting to you more than you want to admit.

“I must say,” your mom said, nodding her head. “You looked beautiful.”

“Really?” You asked shocked, not expecting those words to come out of her mouth.

“Yeah,” she sighs. “I still like the first dress better, but you looked…happy. I think it's the first time I've seen you happy in a while. Our last interaction…you seemed…angry. Even right now. You seem so tired.”

“Mom,” you sigh and dig your hands in your pocket. “It's wedding planning….it's stressful.”

“He should have been there looking at venues with you and not me,” she tells you, and it makes you roll your eyes.

“It's not like you gave us a chance to do it on our own,” you argue.

“Has he helped at all?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“He's helping the best he can,” you defend him. “He's just busy right now. His job is important.”

“So, that's a no,” she sighs and shakes her head. “You're so young, Y/N. I know Yoongi is handsome, talented, and rich, but that will only get you so far. I want you to be sure about this. Divorce isn't fun. Are you sure he is the one?”

“Mom,” you say, rolling your shoulders trying to ease the tension. “Thank you for worrying about me, but I'll be fine. Yoongi, he loves me, and I love him. Even if he weren't talented and rich, I would still love him, and I would still marry him.”

“What happens when you have children? Will he be there then, or will work still be more important? You don't know what it's like to take care of two sick children at the same time…alone….no help because I do,” your mother argues. “I don't want that for you. Your dad was like him. Always busy, never enough time for the family, and always running to his office as soon as things got hard.”

“Yoongi won't do that to me,” you argue back. “He's not going anywhere. Mingyu isn't going anywhere. Stop trying to control us before you lose us for good.”

With that, you walk away before she could say anything else. You didn't need her to try and plant any more seeds of doubt in your head. Yoongi was not your father. He knew exactly how you grew up and was sure he would do better for your future children. He would show them love and shower them with attention. Right? You're positive he will. He will show them unwavering support and their number one cheerleader. Right? Yes, of course he will. Hopefully.

You lie on the couch, scrolling through your phone later the same day looking at shoes to match your wedding dress. You have plenty of heels, but none are off white in color. A part of you wonders if you can get away with going barefoot. You wanted to take the option of comfort over stylish. The dress is long and would definitely cover your feet, but you are sure the winery probably would not allow it due to health codes. Flats? Possibly, probably the best option.

The front door swings open suddenly, startling you, and Yoongi quickly comes into the apartment. The door slams shut behind him, and he's on top of you before you can even fully react to him being home. You look at him with a startled expression, which he kisses off your face.

“What's going on?” You ask as you lay frozen underneath him.

“I have good news and better news,” he said, biting his bottom lip. “Which one do you want first?”

“Good news,” you say warily.

“One, Jimin is my best man so that way he can walk with Lisa down the aisle. Hobi and Jin are fighting over the second spot. It will get figured out before our tux fitting. Which….I made the appointment today. Two, I also made an appointment at the jewelers downtown to find our wedding bands next week. Three, I started planning our honeymoon,” he explains and gives you a big kiss on the mouth.

“What's the better news,” you ask as you push him away with a smile.

“Oh, we finished the album,” he said casually.

You gasp and launch your body up off the couch. You wrap your arms around his neck, effectively knocking the two of you off the couch and onto the floor. He lands first with you, landing right on top of him. You might have hurt your knee upon landing, but it will be fine.

“Done! Like completely done?” You ask, looking down at him.

“Well, like 98 percent done,” he said, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “ Do you remember the two men from Darling Media that you met?” he asks, and you nod your head, yes. “We have a meeting with them next week to work out a contract for promotional stuff. Then, that's it. It's done.”

“That's amazing,” you say and slide off him, sitting on the floor.

“You don't seem happy. What's wrong?” he asks, coming to sit next to you.

“I'm really happy,” you tell him. “It's just I know that you will probably have another album to work on right after, and we will be right back in the same place.”

“I promised you that I would try harder to make time for you….for us,” he said, lightly grabbing your face and making you look at him. “Jungkook has been doing amazingly well. He will be able to shoulder a lot more responsibility. Also, we are in talks to hire another producer. Things are going to get better.”

“Does that mean you are going to be home tonight?” You ask him and stare down at your hands. Yoongi tilts your chin up and kisses you firmly on the mouth.

“I’m going to take a super quick shower and change,” Yoongi informs you. “I have to go back in to finalize some things, but I WILL be home tonight.” You nod your head and give him a small smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you tell him.

You get back on the couch as Yoongi heads for the shower. Lying back down, you smile to yourself. You felt as though a huge weight lifted off your shoulders, knowing that he had taken some initiative with the wedding. You haven't even had time to think about the honeymoon, but he has. It makes you feel giddy thinking about where you were going to go. Knowing him, it's probably going to be somewhere private with very few people around. That was perfectly fine with you. You just wanted to be with him, whether it be somewhere tropical or holed up in your apartment.

You hear Yoongi exit the bathroom after a few minutes of being lost in your thoughts, and you turn back to the endless pages of shoes on your phone. Would lace flats be too much? Maybe they should be a solid color instead. You chew on your bottom lip, and you go to the next page on the website.

“Baby,” Yoongi calls out from the bedroom. “What is this box in the closet?”

Box? What is he talking about? Your eyes suddenly widen in realization and sprint off the couch and make your way to the bedroom as quickly as you can. You see Yoongi unlatching the black latches on the damn red chest holding the unmentionable items and opening the lid.

“No,” you squeak out and jump on his back, but it is too late.

“Baaabyyy,” he said in awe as his eyes took in Lisa's gifts. “Holy shit is that a tentacle?” He grabs that pink and purple textured object, staring at you, mouth completely agape. He picks up the black leather cuffs next and smirks at you before moving them to the side. He reaches in further to pick up a small box that you didn't see before. Yoongi opens it and makes a choking sound as he pulls out a chain with something dangling off the ends. “Baby,” he said breathlessly.

“I don't even know what that is,” you say, hiding your face. “I didn't buy any of this.”

“I will send Lisa a thank you card,” Yoongi said as he held the chain in front of your face, and his eyes flicker to your chest as he licks his lips. “They’re nipple clamps.” You gasp and cover your chest with your hands. Your face turns beet red.

“Put them back,” you squeak.

“Why are you embarrassed?” he asks. “We are going to be married. It's good to be open about these things. I know I enjoyed playing around last time.”

“You did?” you ask in a small quiet voice.

“Yeah,” he assured you. “If it makes you uncomfortable, then we don't use anything. If you want to experiment, then I will fully support you.”

You smack him lightly on the chest. He just chuckles and places the clamps back in their case and closes the lid. He doesn't, however, put them back in the chest that was once hidden. You lift an eyebrow at him, and he gets up and places them on his bedside table.

“Just in case,” he says with a smirk.

You take a deep breath and slowly release it as you watch him get dressed. You felt like you could finally breathe. It wasn't a breath riddle with anxiety and worry. It was smooth and easy. You just hope that it stays that way.

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[insteadofdaydreaming]

Dry those tears away- myg

Summary: You come home after a hard day from work, completely broken down by the stress. Luckily, you have someone to comfort you.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader

Warnings: A very very little kissing in the end, crying and mention of the importance of mental healt, but not as a hard topic. I tried to make this as comforting as possible, but if you found anything that i didn’t mention here, let me know.

A/N: Hi Hi! This is my first work ever that i publish, so I’m really excited about it. If you find some mistakes, or just have some advice I would really appreciate if you had tell me, this is one of my few works in english, so it may have a few mistakes. And, my requests are open, so feel free to drop by ;) 

You were barely able to make it home without your tears escaping from your eyes. You had such a stressful day- week- at work that it’s a miracle that you hadn’t commpletely broken down. Well, at least until now. 

As you step inside of your apartment, you instantly broke down to tears. You take your coat and shoes of with teary eyes, not taking much attention how much sound you were making. Which could be the reason why Yoongi came out of his work room confused about the fuss you were making. 

“Hey! Glad to see you home!” he said with his brows furrowed in confusion, but still smiling that you came home early today, unlike all the days before. After seeing you won’t share his enthusiasm, he quickly became concerned.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he came over to you, and put his hands on your cheeks so that you finally have your focus on him. 

“Just...I had a hard week. I don’t really feel like talking about it right now.” you answered him. He quickly nod, and started to led you to the kitchen.

“I already cooked dinner before when i had time, so you don’t have to worry about that. What about you eat, while i make a bath for you?” he said with a gentle smile on his lips while he placed the dinner in front of you.

“That would be great.” you force out a smile at his thoughtfulness.

Until you ate, Yoongi made the bath for you, and when you finished your dinner, you head straight to the bathroom. Once you reach the bathroom, you finally feel a little bit easier than you felt the whole week. The bathtub is full with water, bubble bath in it. It’s smelling increadibly good. And of course, you saw Yoongi sitting on the outside of the bathtub, waiting for you.

“Thank you. You’re increadible.” You said to him while you started to undress.

“I know.” he shrug his shoulder with a smirk. You smile by his act, feeling a bit easier now that he’s beside you.

Once you undressed you sat in the bathtub, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

“How are you feeling?” he asks, squatting down beside you with a loving look in his eyes.

“Like someone who was knocked out in the middle of the street, and people wouldn’t notice it and just step over me.” you answered with your eyes closed. 

“I noticed it. That’s why your here right now- so I can take care of you” he brushes your cheeks with his hands, the feeling so light and caring you feel like you could cry.

“But I know a way you could make this even better. Wanna join?” you open your eyes to look at him as he hums in agreement, starting to undress. Of course, you watched him. The way his dark hair brushing over his forhead. The way his muscles move when he takes of his shirt. The way he looks at you in the corner of his eyes with a knowing smile. God, you’re so in love with him.. 

Once he sat behind you in the bathtub, you let your head fall on his shoulder with a tired sigh. You just sat there with him in silence for a long time, he caressing your arms, and you lying in his shoulder. After some time he asked. “Do you feel any better now?”

“A bit” you answered. “I don’t feel like crying anymore, which is a good thing. But I’m still not feeling well. I’m exhausted.”

“That can happen to anyone, it’s normal. You just need to take some time to yourself. It’ll help, believe me.” Yoongi smiled at you. 

“Well, I can’t say that you’re wrong. But I still have a lot to work on, I can’t just drop everything and go.”

“If someone, I can understand what are you saying. But at least a weekend wouldn’t be a bad idea. You have to take care of yourself, physically and mentally too. And by the way, I’m free for the weekend anyway.Don’t you want to spend soe time with me?” he looked at you with a shy smile. He knew you too well. He knew you wouldn’t say no to spend time with him.

“Fine. But if you are planning to do an active weekend, I’m staying home.” you looked at him with a serious expression in your face. 

“Do I look like a person to you who would do that?” he looked back at you, mirroring your expression. You both stayed at this for a while, until you burst out of laughing.

“Ok, we should actually start to bathe now, it’s getting late, and you need to rest.” he said to you after you both calmed down.

“You say this as if you shouldn’t rest too.” you looked at him with an angry expression.

“This isn’ about me right now” he gazed into your eyes, his face still serious.

**

After you both take a bathe, you got dressend and slipped into bed. Yoongi layed on his back, your head on his shoulder. Your armes and legs are tangled with each other. You just layed there in silence and peace, allowing your thoughts to fill your brain, knowing you have Yoongi by your side. Knowing you are safe.

“Thank you for today. It really helped” you spoke after a few moments.

“I’m glad I was able to. I don’t like seeing you sad.” his sentence filled you with happines,because you knew the meaning of it. He said I love you whitout actually saying it. You smiled at the thought.

“I don’t like you being sad either.”

“I’m not sad.” he said, his tone telling too much and not enough at hte same time.

“You know how I mean it.” you lifted your head to look at him.

“I know” he smiled at you, taking one of his hands to the back of your head, bringing you down for a soft kiss. 

At that night, you were able to have a really good sleep, with the knowledge that your boyfriend was right beside you, and you were safe.

[kz-i-co]

Hi love. Hope you're doing well :) May I get a BTS (yoongi focused?) one shot/scenario (whichever you'd like) to meeting an older (30's-40's) really well dressed fan at a fansign?? The older male would have sent them lots of encouraging letters under an alias and secretly bought them meals whenever he could. It would be their first face-to-face meeting. Please and thank you!

» Pairing: Min Yoongi/ (Male) Reader

» Genre: Fluff / angst

» Words: 1.7k

» A/N: (C/N) = means characters name. I hope this request was what you were expecting, this one was quite the challenge…..Also please note that this story is a very touchy subject and I hope it doesn’t offend anybody :) 

» m.list ╫ bts masterlist

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“Good show.” Their manager greeted the boys as the made their way back stage.

“Come on Jimin.” Yoongi shouted to Jimin who was sneaking glances out towards the crowd watching them leave. He turned around with a big smile on his face.

As they made their way to their dressing room the atmosphere turned quiet quickly. The boys were exhausted from this nights show. The fans absorb more energy, they thought, but they loved every second of it.

“Did you see the poster that the fan held Jungkook.” Hoseok laughed.

“Of my face? Yeah?” Jungkook answered.

“They think you’re a meme.” Namjoon spoke.

“They think we’re all memes.” Yoongi corrected.

“Ok guys here you go.” The manager handed over each member a bunch of fan mail they received.

They each sat down and took the time to read each letter their precious fans had the generous time to write.

When Yoongi opened his letter he noticed something quite familiar.

“Dear Min Yoongi,

I’m writing to you once again to thank you for all you have done for me. You may not have know this but I get to come home everyday to see my family because you have help me stay strong, you have helped me find purpose in my life and I have never been more grateful. Your music has touched me in so many ways that I don’t know how I would ever repay you. It’s nice to know that we all have each other and that you choose to share your deepest thoughts to inspire so many people. If only I was brave enough to show you my face to say thank you in person. Hopefully some day I can be as brave as you.

Stay strong and healthy, like you made me…

Sincerely, non-spoken letter”

The letter that sat in Yoongi’s hands has once again made him tremble. Brought a tear to his eye like every other letter. Yoongi had has been getting these letters for it seems like six months now. Every letter was so touching in every way. Like he was some therapist listening to every story this anonymous had to say. Between him telling him how his day was or his past nightmares. Just the little things.

Also every letter would thank him which Yoongi was of course honored to hear how a fan is doing well. Yoongi wouldn’t tell the other members because the letters were focused on himself but he sometime would fight with himself to not share because this poor fans life story wasn’t their business, but he felt something different for this fan, he felt a bond.

“Hey you okay?” Yoongi heard Jin ask.

“Yeah.” He hesitated. “I just really love our fans.”

-

Later that night, the boys were settling into their hotel rooms. Yoongi was rooming with Jin, as Namjoon was rooming with Taehyung, and Jungkook, Jimin, and Hoseok were all rooming together.

“Can we please order-” Before Jin could finish his sentence there was a knock on the door. They both figured it had to be one of the other boys bothering them. Yoongi got up and went to reveal the mystery behind the door. Once he opened it a young lady walked in with a cart full of food.

“Food order for Min Yoongi?” She said.

“Either you’re psychic or this is a mistake.” Jin looked back and forth between Yoongi, the lady, and of course the food.

“Sorry we didn’t order anything.” Yoongi apologized.

“Yet.” Jin pitched in.

“Nope no mistake, it’s all here and paid for.” She started to head out. “Oh almost forgot.”

She turned back. “The order came with this letter.” She handed over a letter to Yoongi.

“Min Yoongi,

Its me again, I hope you don’t mind all these letters but I just wanted to at least show my gratitude with a little treat. I wish I can give you more as much as you given me.

Sincerely, Non-spoken letter.”

“What does it say?” Jin started to get up.

“It’s from a fan.” Yoongi said speechless.

“What? How would a fan even know what hotel we are at, which room we are in?”

“Can you keep a secret?” Yoongi finally wanted to release.

Jin nodded as he sat back down. “I’ve been receiving these letters….and they are very deep and touching and I thought that they were just regular thank you letters but there is something different about these ones.”

“Like how?” Jin asked.

“Well for one, they are all from the same fan….and how much I helped him fight against depression and suicide.” Yoongi’s voice soften.

“Wow.” That’s all Jin could say. He was taken back from the confession.

“I’m very grateful for every letter but now he is sending food….do you think he’s going over board?” Yoongi asked.

“Nope.” Jin pushed the cart to the table. “It’s free food.”

“Yeah but I can’t help but feel bad….I’m happy I’m helping fans but I don’t expect to be rewarded. I don’t want it.”

“Why don’t you send a letter back?”

Yoongi stared at Jin as he dug into the food. He never even thought about it, yet would even get permission to allowed to.

“Theres a return address isn’t there?”

There is…

“Okay.” Yoongi simply said.

…

As the other members were past out asleep, Yoongi stayed up all night writing his letter. This fan meant a lot to him so he wanted to prove it.

The next few nights the boys actually had off so he didn’t mind staying up.

-

“Daddy….we’re home.” (C/N) heard his two girls walk through the door.

They came up to his desk. “You got mail.” His youngest daughter said handing over his letters, which were most likely bills.

Bill….

Bill….

Bill…..

“Huh?” He stared at the letter that was clearly different as the addresses were hand written instead of stamped on.

He opened the letter and a note slipped out with 4 tickets. He gasp as he read that the tickets said: BTS fan sign: November 16th 2017 @ 4:15pm.

Then he took the folded piece of paper and straighten it out.

“Min Yoongi.” He whispered.

He wrote back….

He thought that this was a dream. The person to help him through his troubles actually responded.

That means he reads my letters…..

He could feel tears falling from his eyes from the first sentence.

“Dear, Non-Spoken Letter,

Thank you so much for all the letters, I’m glad I was there for you when you needed it, even though it was only in my music. I’m glad we have a lot in common and that my words can show you that the future is always bright and that you should never let your deepest darkest thoughts take control. I honestly enjoy every letter and every word of how you are doing and how your day was. I also appreciate the kind gifts you have showered me with but unfortunately I don’t need it. I’m just grateful for your letters and don’t need you to repay me, I’m just happy to be here for you when you need it. Take the time and spend a little money on yourself and your family because you deserve it by staying strong.

I really wish to meet you because I’ve never been so touched by a fan. Please take these tickets and come to our next fan meet. And I would want the honor to receive your next letter in person. Please be brave.

Sincerely Min Yoongi.”

“Hey Hun.” (C/N)’s wife walked into the room. “You okay?”

He looked up at his wife stunned. “He wrote back.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” His wife took the letter and carried on reading.

“Wow.” She said as she was finished. “He cares.” Her face flushed.

-

“Do you think he’ll show?” Jin whispered as the stage crew was setting up the tables on the stage.

“I hope so.” Yoongi replied.

…

An hour past and Yoongi and the rest of the boys met tons of diverse fans. They loved how almost every fan had different personalities. Yoongi couldn’t figure out which fan was his anonymous. There was some male fans that have passed and didn’t seem quite off or had letter so he figured none were him.

As he almost got distracted later into the fan sign he heard a shy clearing of a voice.

“Excuse me Min Yoongi….I believe you told me to drop this off.” He slide a letter in front of him. Yoongi finally looked up and saw the mystery to his ‘non-spoken letter’. He was an older fan maybe 30’s or 40’s and was dressed very fancy. He noticed that there was a women with two kids behind him.

He was definitely not what Yoongi was expecting. He figured he was some teenager but he realized that no matter what age you are or what currency or even family. Anybody could be struggling, everyone had a story.

“You are brave.” Yoongi stood up and reached over the table to embrace the fan into a warm comforting hug. Yoongi could feel the fan shaking from nervousness.

“Thank you for writing.” Yoongi said.

“Thank you reading.”

As soon as Yoongi pulled away he could see the viable tears in his eyes. Yoongi felt his eyes water as well.

“Is this your family?” Yoongi asked.

The fan nodded. His wife came closer with the kids. Yoongi reached out and shook her hand. “Thank you….you saved my husband.”

She didn’t hesitate to bring him into a hug as well.

“Last thing I need to know from you.” Yoongi looked at the adult fan.

“Anything.” He said.

“Your name.” Yoongi smiled.

Let’s just say that was a day to remember.

Some people could think it’s ridiculous that a man his age could be fanboying over an idol of some boy group but most people tend to judge before they know the real story. This man has changed his life. This man understood how to live through horrible thoughts that could mind control you and make a difference on how to fight it. Most people are lucky, they could carry on with a happy life and have no troubles but some are suffering, some are struggling, and some aren’t so lucky.

Thats why it’s important to ask for help even if it’s through one song.

[cupoftaae]

Can you please do prompts 5 and 12 for Yoongi? Thank you in advance!

Hi lovie! sorry for getting to this a tad bit late! I hope you enjoy -nini

-"well..yell, scream, say something, say you hate me, anything"

-"i'll wait for you"

x YOONGI

warnings- swearing, cheating, angst, breakup :(

You and yoongi sat in the small booth of your favorite cafe, it was right in the corner and provided the right amount of privacy and great window viewing.

You both had your first date here in this booth when you had met in college, you were both freshman- he saw you and knew he had to have you in any way he could.

So- like any reasonable man, he offered to take you to get coffee and a bagel, and because yoongi is yoongi, you couldnt say no.

A few months later, he asked you to be his girlfriend in that booth, and not too long after that, you both kissed for the first time in that booth.

The torn seating, the uneven table, it wasnt much but to a young couple it symbolized a growing relationship. You had cried, laughed, had small arguments, ate, flirted, you name it- it was all here, in this seat with him.

Today, though, 5 years later, the coffee and bagel meeting was under different circumstances.

It all started with a "I think we need to talk"

You had never expected to hear what you heard come out of yoongis mouth.

"I hooked up with Jen"

You remained still, slowly putting your coffee down as you looked back, your eyes trying to decipher whether he was joking around or not- but the way his gaze stuck to his lap told you everything you needed to know.

He began to speak again, "Im sorr-"

"when was this?" your voice was calm, and steady

He looked up at you, "last weekend"

You nodded, "so...when you went over to jungkook and tae's apartment?"

He slowly nodded

"you told me you guys had work to do"

"we were- we had been working but then jungkooks girlfriend came over and brought jen because they are friends....we all drank....it was a mess....I was leaving, drunk, and jen was there and it just...happened"

His words were choppy as he anxiously picked at his bagel, a slight panic in his eyes once he gained courage to look up at you

Instead of finding anger, he was met with a neutral expression, as if he hadnt done anything at all. To be honest, this scared him more.

You slowly took a breath. You were expecting this, deep down hoping it would never happen, but the men in your life had a way of proving you wrong and failing you at any chance they got- so were you hurt? a bit, but shocked? fuck no.

You nod, feeling your heart twist in pain as you allowed yourself to think for a moment. You simply look up at him and offer a small smile before grabbing your coat and turning to stand up.

"w-wait!" he stood up as well "where are you going?"

You looked up to him, small smile still evident, "well, yoongi, I dont see why i need to be sitting here. Why drag this out?"

His eyes widened "so-...youre breaking up with me?" he whispers, fearful, as his hand still is holding your arm, knowing if he lets go- you leave.

You shrug, trying your best to keep your emotions in. "what else am i supposed to do?"

He rapidly shook his head "well...yell, scream, say something, say you hate me, anything!"

His voice was panicked

"yoongi..." you softly began, "you brought me out for lunch today....to our spot, to tell me you cheated-"

"it was an accident!"

"that you told me a week after it happened. if you cared I would have been made aware of it right away, or....you know...not have had it happen at all."

He breathes heavily, looking around at the semi empty cafe before eyes turning to you again

"it wasnt anything, it didnt mean anything, baby please-"

"people who love eachother dont hook up with other people, even when they are drunk, yoongi. You are telling me this to clear your guilty conscious, not because you are sorry"

"no baby..please..please no ... no" he tears up and grasps your coat, but you only yank away.

"goodbye yoongi"

"Y/N stop, please"

You look at him for a moment as he tries to collect himself,

"its...its ok...be angry, ill wait for you" he sighs

You shake your head, confused. "yoongi...this isnt about waiting. I am not gonna be cheated on, this hurts me....a lot. And I need to be......away from you."

His heart sunk to his stomach as he watched you turn to leave, regretting not running after you. Was it over just like this?

A small little booth, once filled with a budding romance is now just a signifier of what only crashed and burned...hard.

[softsan]

requested by @imlate1903

[8:36 PM] - "I'm here!" You panted before your bandmates, bending your back and resting your hands on your knees to catch your breath.

Bandmate!Yoongi looked over at you disapprovingly, signaling the rest of the band to get in position. 

You inhaled and exhaled slowly before moving to stand beside the microphone stand. Bandmate!Yoongi crossed the room with the guitar he'd just been tuning, standing a few paces away from you. 

Before the performance started, you leaned in to whisper an apology for being late. He, instead, motioned that you focus on the crowd behind the curtain. 

You had Bandmate!Yoongi hadn't always been on the best of terms. He, unlike you, kept his emotions under lock and key. Whereas you were more or less an open book. He was particularly hard to read, while everything you did was as transparent as could be. 

Often his lips would downturned into a frown when you were near, which gave you the impression for the first few practices session that he didn't like you. But over time, you had realized you had it all wrong. Bandmate!Yoongi may have been more reserved than your other bandmates, but in actuality, he was fiercely loyal and endlessly passionate about music. 

Bandmate!Yoongi was rather sweet, in the most unexpected of ways. He'd always make sure you got home from a show safely, going as far as to drive you home himself. Also, he'd always be there to keep you company in the studio, and if he wasn't there, he'd always pick up his phone at any hour of the day, willing to listen to one of your mixes.

After your band played the night away, you all retired backstage. Bandmate!Yoongi handed you a drink bottle, praising your vocals for tonight's show. 

"You're no longer mad at me for being late and missing soundcheck?" You teased. You did have a valid reason for being late, your car breaking down on the roadway.  

"I'm annoyed because you should have called me,” Bandmate!Yoongi lowered his gaze, "I could have picked you up,"

Your face softened, "I didn't want to inconvenience you," 

Bandmate!Yoongi threw you an inconceivable look, "You could never inconvenience me," 

[fictionally-functional]

𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝

I stare at him as he speaks to his friends for the nth time. Gosh he's so beautiful, so freaking beautiful. I count it as a privilege that I get to see his face everyday, that I get to hug him, to inhale his scent, everyday. I notice his eyelash clinging to his cheek as he makes a joke that I forcibly laugh to. It's crazy how I pretend to find his jokes funny even though everyone knows they are not. I mean, yes, sometimes they are, but he can definitely be annoying, sometimes. But at this moment, I can't stop looking at it, at the eyelash.

I want to tell him that he should remove it but at the same time I want my hands to reach out to his cheeks and do it for him.

Would that mean I'm crossing the "platonic" limit? I look around to find his friends our friends looking at him as he cracks yet another dad joke. I move my eyes to his eyelashes, so perfect, so delicate. To be honest sometimes I wonder if he's even real, if I really did find him. My eyes move back at the clinging eyelash as my mind once again crosses over the thought of lifting it with my fingers but I'm scared.

I'm scared that what if he finds me too clingy?

What if starts getting a weird feeling from me?

What if he starts acting distant?

So many what if's. So many possibilities. So many doubts.

I hate myself so much at this moment. I guess I'll just let it sit there because if I remove it I'd just end up falling more for him. Falling? I don't even know if this is what it is. Maybe it is just a feeling or maybe I'm just stupid because how can I do this? He's my friend and that's all it is and that's all it will ever be. I hate myself so much in this moment for rethinking this again and again. I hate not knowing what I feel. I hate that I can't stop looking at his face.

As much as I want to remove it, I won't and I won't tell him either because the possibility of only me noticing the eyelash when literally everyone is staring at him would be too uncanny.

I think to myself once again, should I remove that eyelash? I guess I'll just let it be...

[misbangtan]

He DID IT 🎉🎉

[baozibunz]

RM: We need a distraction.

RM *to the other members*: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Hobi, whispering: My time has come

[jovialluminaryalpaca]

Soulmate | Min Yoongi

Min Yoongi x Reader

This is a third person pov and the reader has she/her pronouns. The names of the idol and the others aren't mentioned but the characteristics make it pretty obvious about who the fanfic is. This can be read as a simple one shot without the label of fanfic too.

Genre: Angst,fluff

Warnings: no major warnings, angst

Summary: In a world where similar tattoos appear on destined soulmates wrists, she always waited eagerly for the moment to meet her soulmate only to find out that he doesn't believe in soulmates.

Words: 1.6k approximately

College!AU

Soulmate!AU

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Soulmate.

A person in the universe destined to complete your existence.

That's something a philosopher would say.

But for her, a soulmate was something she craved for since she was a kid. Everyday, she waited patiently for her other half to show up and complete her, but much to her dismay that day never came and she almost gave up until she entered college.

She didn't have any hope left like usual but a small part of her told her to not give up, maybe it was that small part of her that heightened all her senses when she felt his presence around her.

She remembered the way she gasped when she found him, her soulmate, sitting in the corner of the room with a bored expression on his face and her thoughts were confirmed when she found a familiar mark on his wrist just like hers.

She wanted to go tell him that she was so happy to have finally met him that day but  her heart dropped when she looked at his eyes, they were cold, void of any emotion as they met hers and it didn't look like he was up for a conversation with her, not just her, with anyone to be exact.

She remembered the way her heart sunk further when she realised that he probably didn't believe in soulmates, maybe that's why he never bothered to look up when she walked in, maybe that's why he didn't feel the flutter in his chest like she did when their eyes met.

That was when she decided to cover her mark, if he didn't believe in soulmates, she didn't want to force herself on him. A small bandaid always covered that little unique mark on her wrist.

She remembered the time, he walked up to her and called her name out as he approached her, she reacted very carefully not wanting to seem too arrogant or too friendly.

"You are my assigned partner for this semester's major project." He said and she remembered the way a small smile lit her face up while he just stood there pressing his lips in a thin line.

I'm your assigned partner for life.

She wanted to say but nodded anyway.

It had been months since they worked together on that sem project and she didn't regret any of it. She remembered all the little details she could about him, his pretty gummy smile that appeared everyday she messed something up in the project and his deep comforting voice telling her that it will be okay and to not overstress herself about the submission deadline. She remembered the way her skin felt tingles all over itself when his hand brushed against hers. She also remembered all the times his perfectly monolid eyes looked into hers, she swore that her heart always skipped a beat when their eyes met.

It hurt, it hurt her in ways she couldn't explain, it hurt that she couldn't express what she felt, either way, she didn't want to loose what she built with him, friendship, acquaintanceship whatever it was, it was better than nothing and she appreciated it.

She sighed quietly as her best friend smiled at her and she held herself back from twisting her face in a scowl.

"Are you seriously here, at a college party filled with beautiful people to interact with, to drink orange juice?" Her friend asked.

"Tangerine juice." She corrected as she looked at her friend and she sighed in disbelief and shook her head. There was silence for a while but then her friend looked at her again.

"How's college?" Her friend asked.

She groaned as she looked at her friend and lifted the glass to sip her tangerine juice. She almost laughed as she remembered her soulmate's obsession with tangerine.

"Tangerines are better than oranges"

His words rang in her ears as she recollected the conversation she had with him, which was more of a small debate but whatever.

"How do you think it is?" She asked instead and her friend once again shook her head at her.

Tonight was the night she almost decided to let go of her soulmate. She can't really hold herself back for a person who refused to believe in something she believed so strongly in. She couldn't blame him too because she knew nothing about his past and was no one to pry into it too. Her heart hurt but it was what it was.

She looked around her and her eyes stopped at him. He was wearing a bandana with a jacket and a simple shirt underneath. He stood next to his close friends, one had a bright smile on his face, one that could make people forget about their worries and the other one was charming and could make people swoon by just giving them a glare, there were other four guys close to him and she didn't know why she knew this about him, maybe because he mentioned them a lot of times, cursing them for not leaving him alone to do his project in peace.

He looked ethereal in her eyes. Unreal. And maybe that's why he couldn't be hers, she thought as she gulped the remaining juice down.

"Where are you off to?" Her friend asked as she adjusted her dress to walk away.

"I'll be back soon." She said as her friend nodded.

Her eyes wandered around and she stopped when her eyes met his. A bitter smile took over her lips to greet him and she looked away before he could react.

She knew it was easier to turn the other way and run instead of facing the ache, the pain and the heartbreak that followed.

She quietly made her way out of the hallways packed with people wondering how many people study in her college.

She sighed as she finally looked at the comparatively empty ground on her campus.

"Why did you run out of there?" A deep yet husky voice asked her. She jumped just a little as she realised she wasn't alone.

"I kinda felt suffocated there." She said as she turned around to face the familiar face of her soulmate.

"I see." He said as he chugged the beer in his hands down.

She quietly looked up at the night sky not knowing what else to say. He cleared his throat as he stood beside her.

"Stars are pretty. Aren't they?" He asked as she nodded smiling at the sky and there was a strangely comfortable silence between them.

"Do you believe in soulmates?" He asked her suddenly and her eyes widened slightly as she processed his words.

Her eyes looked down to check her wrist and found the bandaid intact covering her mark, she sighed quietly thanking God for not ruining this for her tonight.

"I do. I do believe in them even if most of people think it's stupid and all that." She said in a soft voice sincerely, she wasn't careful this time, she wanted to be honest and she didn't care.

"Soulmates were all utter bull crap for me" He said as she closed her eyes for a moment when she felt her heart drop at his words.

"But, I don't think the same anymore." He said carefully as he reached out to take her hand and turned it slightly to reveal the part of her wrist where her mark lied.

"Why did you hide it from me?" Her soulmate asked her slowly as he looked into her eyes trying to analyse the reason for her actions.

"I didn't want to force myself on you." She said softly as he traced the bandaid on her wrist with his thumbs and she felt those tingles all over her skin.

He let out a small chuckle and his soft gummy smile was apparent on his face.

"Honestly, it's a good thing." He said instead as confusion clouded her mind.

"It's good that I started liking you for who you are and not because you are my soulmate." He said as her eyes widened to meet his. Her heart was thumping so loud in her chest that she was afraid that she might suddenly have a cardiac arrest.

He looked into her eyes as if to ask if it was okay to remove the bandaid and she nodded. He slowly removed the bandaid and lifted his wrist to showing the matching mark.

"It looks cool." He said as she chuckled.

"But yours is prettier somehow." He concluded as he furrowed her eyebrows and she blinked.

"I don't think so, that star tattoo above your mark makes it prettier." She blurted out and he shook his head with a small chuckle.

"Am I too late?" He asked as she looked at him.

"For what?" She asked.

"For asking you to give us a chance." He said softly.

Never did she ever dream or even imagine in the wildest of her dreams for something like this to happen, to say she was shook was an understatement, a huge part of her was pretty sure that she was dreaming.

She opened her mouth and closed it back like a fish and her soulmate's face lit up with endearment.

"Is this real?" She asked instead.

"Oh, shoot, I didn't know that I messed up this bad." He said almost to himself.

"It is real." He said louder for her to listen.

"It is really real." He said as he caressed her hand softly.

Those tingles never stopped and they were enough for her to believe that what was happening in front of her was real and not a part of her imagination.

"You aren't too late. I never really stopped liking you." She admitted and it was his turn to be a red mess.

"Is that so?" He asked and she nodded.

"I never really tried this but I wanna try it with you. Will you go out on a date with me?" He asked as she smiled at him.

"Yes, I will." She said as he smiled at her and so did she, her hand was still in his hand and she didn't really bother to pull it back, she liked the feeling, she really did.