#piano!yoongi

[yearofinstitutionalization]

344/638 One Suga a day while he is away

[kithtaehyung]

ALBUM COVERS : SUGA PROJECTS, PT. 1   ⤷ HAPPY YOONGI DAY 2023! | ig ; twt

[kevindavidday]

thinking of 'thank you. you were amazing' and neil's following abrupt disappearance to the sound of doomsday by murray gold

[sopekooks]

208/638 days of missing yoongi

[nygmablog]

— min yoongi

[bangtansmauyeondan]

PIANO CRUMBS: SETTLING IN (Midnight’s Minuet Drabble 1)

This is a Midnight’s Minuet drabble, but can be read alone. However, I highly suggest you read the whole series to have a better understanding on how two people who hated each other ended up here!

This drabble is inspired by Suchwita E03 where Yoongi shyly insinuated how special it would make him feel if someone cooked him kimchi jjigae.

Pairing: Yoongi x Fem Reader

Genre: established relationship, fluff, smut

Summary: During a two-week trip to Spain, Yoongi kept on whining about missing Korean food, so you made it your mission to prepare a Korean dinner spread for him on the day that he returns. However, he was craving for an entirely different thing…

SERIES TAGLIST: @sugakookies0613 @pinkseokchim @superrmins @belladaises @potatoandfries @cherrybubblesandvodka @sope-and-shine @juju-227592

PERMANENT TAGLIST: @jinsquishes @persphonesorchid @thatbangtanjagiya @taestefully-in-luv @pamzn @wrmnssoul @ygbubs @halesandy @jayhope88 @bnagtanx1306 @busanbby-jjk @babycandy111

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It was early Saturday morning, just a few minutes past six o’clock, when you were woken up by the sound of children shrieking, racing each other off down the hall and slamming doors on the other side of your walls. It took you a moment to get accustomed to the bright and warm glow coming from the little gap between your blackout curtains, and you had to rub your eyes just a little bit more. Frankly, you were so tempted to go back to sleep, but with the summer break rolling in, you just knew that it would be impossible to sleep in on the weekends because your new neighbors have two energetic children screaming and playing around all day. You really don’t mind the noise though, it’s a far cry from the quiet that you were used to when Yoongi lived next door, but it’s not like they’re too disruptive. They’re just your typical happy and healthy kids, excited to go on a walk with their parents on early weekend mornings.

Your thoughts were interrupted when your phone pinged signaling a message from your boyfriend.

It has been a year since Yoongi asked you to be his girlfriend, and a lot of things have changed since then, both in your personal and professional lives. His sister-in-law Nara’s second pregnancy has been complicated, which prompted his older brother Seokjin to focus more on his family, temporarily leaving the hotel management in his hands. His contract of lease in the nextdoor apartment also ended and instead of renewing it, Seokjin convinced him to move to his Black Swan penthouse. Both of you agreed that it would be best for him to be living in the hotel while assisting Seokjin, instead of having to drive back to the apartment every night.

Falling into a routine with Yoongi has been too easy, it sometimes makes you wonder if it’s just you two making up for all the tension when you first met, or you’re just connected that way. After all, coworkers you used to have a very different relationship from the then-neighbors you. As your relationship as a couple and as coworkers progressed, he would pick you up from your apartment everyday and drop you back off after work, like a true gentleman that he is. Sometimes, when big orders come in and you have to stay behind baking and decorating, you crash at Yoongi’s penthouse, and both of you would find yourselves all tangled up with each other, making it hard to get out of bed the next morning. You have gotten used to having each other around so when the hotel’s Barcelona branch ran into some issues with the city permits renewal and Seokjin had to stay home with his seven-month pregnant wife, Yoongi had to step in. That means two weeks without seeing each other except for Facetime.

Towards the end of his trip, he has been whining a lot about missing Korean food and how inauthentic the specialty restaurants nearby were. So you made a mental note to cook him a surprise dinner when he returns. You’ve never really made anything for him apart from desserts, especially when you’re testing new recipes. He’s always in charge of the main dishes. Whenever he asks you to make him something, it’s always the same Citrus Galette, which you really can’t say no to because of two things: one, he rarely asks for it, and two, the smell of oranges and grapefruits mixed with vanilla wafts through the penthouse for days. Who doesn’t want that?

You kicked your blanket off and hopped like a giddy teenager to the bathroom to start getting ready for your busy day ahead. You don’t really need to go to work on the weekends, given that Taehyung and you agreed to expand your staff and hired more bakers and decorators, so you both only need to deal with the business side of things. But today, you’re driving to the farmer’s market to pick up the ingredients for your Korean dinner spread, and pick up more groceries to replenish the stocks in Yoongi’s fridge and pantry with.

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“Honey, I’m home!”

You chuckled and shook your head in disbelief with the way Yoongi called out the moment he entered the penthouse. You could hear the lilt of mischief in his voice and knew that he found the cliché hilarious himself.

“In the kitchen!” You answered in a cheery sing-song voice, hearing the clatter of his suitcase that was obviously left carelessly by the entryway.

“I could smell the food the moment I opened the door,” Yoongi said as he rounded the hallway to the kitchen, and stopped in his tracks when he saw you standing in front of the stove, looking comfortable, barefoot in your flowy strappy summer dress. “You’re cooking?” The glint of surprise in his eyes was quick to be replaced by fondness when he made his way over to you. He snaked one arm around your hips to pull you closer, and used his other hand to guide your face as he leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your lips. You turned your body fully facing him, resting your palms against his firm chest as he tightened his embrace and kissed you more purposefully, nibbling on your lower lip before pulling away. “Hi,” his greeting almost whispered, eyes roaming across your face as if seeing you for the first time. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” you smiled up at him. “Do you wanna go freshen up first? I’m almost done with dinner,” you wiggled out of his grip and checked on the fire level of the stove.

“I thought you’re gonna grab something for dinner?” he leaned both hands on the counter next to the stove, peeking at the bubbling stew.

“I did, I grabbed some ingredients,” you replied with a hint of pride.

“Ahh, thank you, honey,” he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer, planting a kiss on your temple. “No one has ever made me kimchi jjigae before.” He’s genuinely touched by your thoughtfulness.

“I wanted to make you dinner because you miss Korean food; I also made those egg rolls and seasoned spinach and bean sprouts from scratch.” You smiled at the way Yoongi eyed the side dishes you prepared on the kitchen island. “Besides, I have never made you a proper meal before.”

“You haven’t made me a proper meal before?” Yoongi furrowed his brows trying to recall your numerous at-home dates.

“No, you wouldn’t let me,” you scoffed. “I know I’m a pastry chef, but I do know how to make meals, you know.”

“But in bed, when you have me between your lmmgfhfhm—-”

“YOONGI!” You were quick to scold him and cover his mouth, muffling his next words. “Stop,” you giggled, face and neck turning a bright shade of red. Yoongi clutched the hand you held up over his mouth and kissed your palm before breaking into his signature gummy smile.

“What?” He asked innocently. “Don’t act like it doesn’t satiate your hunger too,” he challenged, voice dropping down a few octaves. He pulled you by the waist again and started stepping forward, causing you to hold onto his shoulders and step backwards towards the wall. Your heart started hammering loudly against your chest as you felt him grow hard against your lower belly. Before you realize it, Yoongi has already reached out to turn off the stove, and has you pinned up against the wall before leaning in to kiss you. The kiss started off gentle and languid that you couldn’t help but sigh into it. Yoongi swallowed the breathy moan you let out, but the sound fuelled him to deepen the kiss. He ran his hand gently from your clavicle up to your jaw, until his thumb reached your chin, applying featherlight pressure, just enough to pry your mouth open. He wasted no time slipping his tongue into your mouth, swirling it against yours in a sensual dance. You were both panting when you pulled apart from each other, but he recovered quickly as he leaned in again, kissing your jaw, down to your neck. Your mouth slightly gaped open drawing in a gasp when Yoongi raked his fingers through your hair with a gentle pull to lick a stripe on the sweet spot just beneath your earlobe.

You felt your body grow warm with your boyfriend’s every touch, fingertips searing against your skin. Like clockwork, your hands started moving down his torso, pulling his shirt out of the confines of his belted jeans. You needed to feel him. You needed to touch him. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath when he felt your palms against the ridges of his stomach. He stepped back a mere inches away from you to completely get rid of his shirt, pulling it over his head. You took those few seconds as an opportunity to swiftly switch positions, pushing his back against the wall this time. “Whoa,” Yoongi smirked at you after recovering from his slight surprise. “Easy there, tiger…”

You kissed him fervently for what seemed like forever, before you trailed wet kisses down his neck, his chest, and his shoulders, without neglecting that little scar he got from a major shoulder surgery a few years back.

“Yn…” Yoongi called out your name with a groan when you started pulling down the straps of your dress, as you went further down his body. His eyes almost fell out of their sockets when your full breasts spilled out of your dress, realizing you decided to forgo wearing a bra. Yoongi grabbed your hands when you attempted to unbuckle his belt. “Not yet,” he pulled you up, swiftly turning you around and pulling you flushed against him, your back against his chest. Your head fell back on his shoulder when he cupped your breasts, expertly kneading them while grazing both nubs with his forefingers. Your position allowed him to drop his head and suck bruises on your neck. All the heightened sensation he’s giving you, causing warmth and wetness to pool between your legs.

“Yoongi, please…” you whined, begging with your eyes closed.

"I got you…" he whispered against your neck. "I got you…" he ran his hands down your body, tugging the hem of your dress up and pulling your soaked panties to the side. "You're so wet, fuck…" he ran his middle finger up and down your slit, causing the base of his palm to rub against your engorged nub, drawing out a needy moan from your lips. Yoongi took his hand away leaving you keening for more. "Lean back on the counter, Yn…" he ordered in a shaky voice. "Now…"

You followed your boyfriend's instruction and leaned back on the counter, elbows bent against it to support your weight while Yoongi kneeled in front of you, bunching up your dress on your waist and pulling your soaked panties down your legs. Yoongi looked up at you, admiration shining in his eyes with how beautiful you look, lower lip between your teeth, hair disheveled and chest rising and falling at your most fucked out state. He wasted no time and dove in, swirling his tongue against your glistening clit, moaning at the taste. The sound you made was like music to his ears, and he almost felt your knees weaken at his ministrations.

Yoongi raised one of your legs over his shoulder, gripping your thighs firmly, giving him more access and a better angle in lapping you up with his expert tongue. He licked, up and down, left and right, and he sucked, nibbled and moaned into your core sending vibrations that made you lose yourself and almost blackout. It was a few minutes after Yoongi aided his tongue with two fingers pumping in and out of your hole that he's able to send you to the peak of your pleasure and over the edge. You gripped the edge of the counter while shaking uncontrollably as you came all over his tongue and his fingers, and he didn't let a single drop of your essence go to waste.

He was still panting when he stood up and kissed you on the mouth again, letting you taste yourself on him. "Are you okay?" He asked you lovingly. You nodded, smiling up at him and pushing the strand of hair away from his face, still out of breath and unable to speak.

"I love you…" he whispered before nuzzling your nose and resting his forehead against yours, a playful smile gracing his lips. "Thanks for dinner, you were delicious."

- End -

[aprylynn]

Interlude: Dream, Reality 💜

for @kimtaegis and @sevencoloredstar

[artof-winter]

first love

Hope you like it!♡

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[ayilings]

it feels like you’re getting farther, like you’re flying away 🦋

[glosskirt]

maestro

SEQUEL TO “we work .” 

synopsis: You and Yoongi have been pairs for every single graded performance the whole year. Now, your teacher has posted the final project. Solo performances. Let’s just hope you do good without Yoongi, and vice versa!

genre: Romance, fluff

warnings: Swearing

wc: 1,309 words 7,372 characters

pairing: college student!Min Yoongi x college student!Reader 

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“Hi Yoongi,” you said, entering the recording room. Yoongi turned his head towards you, and smiled. “Hey, Y/N! Come sit down,” he motioned for you to sit on the floor with him. He had his laptop in his lap with Garageband opened. You walked over and sat in front of him, resting your back on the wall. “Whatcha’ up to?” you asked, picking up your bag, and grabbing your tablet and opened Groovepad. “Working on that song you sent, it’s really good. Just needed some polishing,” he said, doing that little smirk he does when he knows he’s cooking something good. “Why thank you, kind sir. You yourself are good too!” humming at your words, Yoongi smiled. “Oh, prof’ just posted the guidelines for the final project,” Yoongi said, lifting his eyebrows, but then furrowing them. “Ooh, yeah,” you said, opening the notification you received.

“Product, bla bla bla, wait,” he stopped reading. “Solo performance?” he read. Eyebrows now very furrowed in confusion. “What?” you laughed. You laughed until you read it too. “Solo..what?” you asked. Throughout the whole year, the projects have always been in pairs of groups. Never solo. “Why would they announce that it’s a solo performance only now? The due date’s literally next next week, and everyone has been preparing for a duos performance,” he scoffed. When Yoongi said ‘everyone,’ it included you two. You and Yoongi were practicing a duet that he could play on the piano, but now it all just went to waste. “Well this is bullshit,” he fell on his back, accidentally hitting his head on the floor. You silently laughed at him. He rolled his eyes at you, and started making snow angels on the floor. You and Yoongi just sat in the recording room in silence, trying to think of ideas for each of your projects. Unfortunately, for the next hour, nothing had come to mind.

“Anyway, Nienie, I’m starving. I’m going to Lotteria. Want anything?” he asked, shoving his things into a dark blue backpack. “Ooh! Yes, please! Can you get me a corn salad and cheese sticks please?” you pleaded, putting your hands together. Yoongi snickered and picked up his bag. “Basic Nienie,” he said and walked out. Nienie was a nickname he randomly made up when he heard some of your friends teasing you by calling you ‘Y/nie,’ it was cute. You really liked it, but obviously didn’t want Yoongi to know.

While lounging around, you received a message. It was Yoongi.

‘Oh yeah..’ you thought. You slid on some sneakers, picked up a sling bag, and ran out the door.

“How’d you forget?” he asked, digging into his bulgogi burger. “Netflix. I was watching a new show,” you shared, taking a bite out of your cheese stick. “What show?” he asked, taking a napkin and wiping some sauce off his face. “Mickey Mouse,” you proudly said, stuffing your face with corn salad. He giggled, his shoulders moving up and down while he quietly made a somewhat demonic ‘keuhkeuhkeuh’ sound. “You’re cute,” he said in between laughs. You nodded, blinked, and continued eating. “So, have you thought of something for the project?” he asked. ‘He’s talkative today,’ you thought to yourself, you took a bite out of your cheese stick, and it came with a cheese pull. Since you didn’t want to break the cheese pull, you shook your head. “Ah, I see. I’ve got an idea already,” he said, a proud grin spread across his face. You were confused. “What’s your idea?” you questioned, watching him down a soda. “I’m going to rap while playing the piano,” he declared, another proud grin spreading across his dumpling-like face. You just sarcastically smiled at him, and continued chowing down on your food.

“Practice days were hassles. Me and Min Yoongi could barely get a break. And I’m still deciding what I should sing for the project!”

“Hey, Nienie, I’m heading home,” Yoongi said, packing his portable keyboard into his backpack. He picked up his bag and his phone, and waved before leaving the dorm. “Well shit,” you thought to yourself. After all these days of Yoongi practicing, you still hadn’t thought of a performance.

After 30 minutes of pondering, it hit you. Yoongi sends you all the songs he helped write. “Blueberry Eyes,” you murmured. It was the MAX’s song that Yoongi featured on. “This is such a good idea. Good job me,” you pat yourself on the shoulder and began practicing. You even pushed yourself to learn Yoongi’s part for that extra credit!

“I think things are going well. I’m nervous about the performance, but if I mess up, it’s okay too. Me and L/N Y/N have started practicing on our own. I kind of miss their complaining,”

It was the day of the project. You shouldn’t be nervous, it’s only like the whole school watching you sing alone on the stage. “You nervous, Nienie?” Yoongi asked, putting his arm around your shoulder and leaning, making you both tumble to the side. “Obviously. I’ve never performed without you here. Scary,” you said, taking a peek at the audience. “That’s okay, Nienie! Just imagine I’m there on stage! And I’ll be here cheering you on from the side,” he said, fist pumping both his arms and doing a dumb little smile. “I’d rather not. You’re scary enough, I don’t need to imagine a ghost you yelling at me to get the timing right,” you laughed. “Touché,” he nodded, and went to the practice room where they had a piano.

“Now may I call on L/N Y/N to perform ‘Blueberry Eyes,’ by MAX and SOOGA? SHUHGA?” the announcer mispronounced his name, very normal. You took one last look at Yoongi, and he was in disbelief that you chose a song he contributed to. As you got on the stage, you saw your mother and father, applauding. You felt confident. The music began playing, and you started singing.

Applause filled the room after you performed. You bowed and exited the stage. When you got down the stairs, Yoongi hugged you. “You did great! Better than I expected. Good job on my rap! You didn’t mess it up that bad,” he laughed as you rolled your eyes. “Oh, shut up,” you said in return, playfully hitting his arm.

“May I call on Min Yoongi to perform ‘First Love,’ by SUGA, otherwise known as Min Yoongi,” the announcer sounded kind of tired. You gave Yoongi two thumbs-ups and he got on the stage. The piano was brought on stage, and he started playing. Beautiful as always.

“The corner of my memory, a brown piano settled on one side”

The whole audience stood for Yoongi and clapped. He got up from the piano seat, and bowed. When he got down back to the backstage area, you jumped on him. Your arms put him in a chokehold as you were praising him for his performance. “You were so good!!” you yelled, he smiled. “I know,” he replied. That made you let him go and roll your eyes. “Hey, hey, just kidding,” he said, hugging you again. You smiled mischievously as you bent down and got a hold of Yoongi’s legs. Now you were giving him a piggyback ride, and he was screaming.

While you two were goofing around, a professor came around the corner. “Hey, stop that,” she said, in a strict tone. You quickly put Yoongi down and you both politely bowed at her before she left.

“Well, miss L/N, mister Min, I don’t have anything to give but an A+ on your final project. You both were very good!” the professor said. You and Yoongi looked at each other, and high-fived.

“Nice one, Nienie!” he said.

“Why, thank you! You as well, Sirre Yoonie, did an excellent job,” you said, formally.

“We work,” Yoongi said again.

“We work, Maestro,” in reply.

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@haecien

[poutyniall]

extremely unholy thoughts

[ddaengju]

[banghwa]

everyone is like ooohhhhhhhh hyyh yoon-gi the tragic pianist wahhh wahhh he must make only the deepest most soulcrushing and vulnerable music like. emo rock and. bedroom lofi. none of you are brave enough to imagine him as he truly deserves to be. a jazz fan.

[bubmyg]

his crooked pinky is soooo dear to me

[kithtaehyung]

I don’t ask the universe for much but I’d looove for Yoongi to just play the piano for one of his songs. No vocals. Just the piano 🤣🤣

you can listen to this one for now, babe🥺💭

[daechwitatamic]

Can we talk about how in the i need u practice intro i have no idea what jk did because i was enraptured by yoongi 600% actually doing the correct notes on the sky piano behind him and piano yoongi boggles my system I’m afraid