#she is my sad (angry) lil meow meow

[raayllum]

me remembering that my oc who has a “i’ve lost the magic inside me and am trying to get it back” plot line in an earlier book also has a “i got brainwashed and sent after my friends and family, causing irreversible damage in the process” plotline later on and yeah. i’m vibing with it

[borathae]

Chapter 30

i just know she has a banging headache

wth yoongi where you waiting there or something?? “Are you still angry?” he asks dryly. is that even a question? “This wasn’t a request but an order”, he hisses, woah ok kitty

“seriously if he knows that I was all sad last night he could at least tone down the ass for a bit.” gurl have u seen his ass? u cant tone down an ass like that. have you seen his thumka in ptd??? it was paying rent

WHATS HIS PROBLEM VANISHING AND APPEARING, SPOOKING FOR NO REASON

you look silly when you startle” and u look like a cat

It is a nice change, you grew bored of only hearing your steps in this massive estate. ooh thats a cool fact about herself, my steps get quieter if its already quiet, i hate the sound of my footsteps, idk feels too loud and gets on my nerves

The estate looks different too. White marble floors and ivory walls with impressive paintings in golden frames hung on them. The tall windows let in the morning air, red curtains swaying in the wind. Even the doors were different from the rest of the estate. Bright white with golden flower ornaments all over them. hold on this is bright, and yoongi didnt redo the entire estate in a night, so what part is this?

JIMIN'S WING WOW this feels so unlike him, yet him from his clothes/attitude

“you can’t just read people’s minds without their consent. i think he just hears everybody like background noise, some of them catching his attention for a second and lost again. similar to accidentally overhearing people, i guess?

waah THE GREENHOUSE YALL bruh let her see it for a second man

wow that was romantic 👀👀 slightly sus whats up yoon? Yoongi simply pushes a bowl of fruit salad closer to you, doing so wordlessly UWUW LOOK AT THAT TSUNDERE LIL MEOW MEOW IM GONNA MARRY HIM AAAAH whos mad at him? fight me (definitely not me)

HE MADE TEA CUZ SHE HATES COFFEE FUCK MY HEART JUST SKIPPED A BEAT

Why? Do you want to complain again?” “chill my dude. I was going to compliment it.” “Thanks”, he finally says, almost whispering the word. “Whatever, you’re welcome I guess” STOP I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

Are you an old grumps or do you just not care because your humanity is off?” took words out of my mouth “You know I do”, he growls, but it sounded more like a shy whisper. IM TATTOOING "HE CARES" ON MY FOREHEAD “you’re helpful, even if other than that you are a total nuisance.” *goes for laser to get it removed kids plan permanent shit, dont be like me

Just once he disappeared to get more food. ok he is no longer a grumpy grandpa, he is now promoted to grumpy grandma

“You think I have time to think about that? Only idiots have a favourite scent.” BREAKING NEWS SA YOONGI INSULTS BTS JUNGKOOK. CANCEL HIM 😭😭😭😭

You look at the rose then at Yoongi. if it was jin, i would've said they are the same “Smell it”, you say. wow she is so polite, cuz if it was i would have already shoved it up their nose by the time i finish saying smell it (not being rude, just idk habit? like a kid showing stuff to people lol) SMELL THE DAMN PLANT FOR OUR BABY, UR NOT GONNA DIE FROM THAT DUDE

He rubs his hand back and forth on the side of his neck, eyes racing from side to side nervously. yoongi panicking(from silly stuff) is very funny cuz that man is usually calm and collected aside from screaming

“I’ve never seen someone walk so slowly” this man drinks grumpy animal blood, grumpy air and water

oh i had 3 tadpoles for a month lol

And so he does, showing off his teeth for just a second before he frowns again. YEAH LET THOSE FACE MUSCLES MOVE, what if your face gets stuck like that (look at me out-grandpa-ing the og grandpa)

WE ARE GETTING THE KEYS OMG YIPPEEEEE

“Yeah? So your best asset in getting Taehyung to talk doesn’t die?” .. “no because I don’t want to lose-” .. “-whatever. Are you going to promise me or not?” HAHA

“Okay I promise…you big softie.” He ignores you, grinding his teeth and turning to stomp to the door. haha look at him uwuw

he has a terribly fast pace going on. dad is that you? no literally my pace got faster after walking with him 💀💀

Oh yes! Gregory, my lovely Gregory. OH MY GOD I GOT SCARED IF IT WAS GREGOR OOF (or is it??)

oh my god tae my baby wtf man my eyes are blurry?? that was fast

please eat those strawberry OH THE SWING DANCING CAUGHT HIS ATTENTION oh my god jimin PLEASE HE *oh my god im about to bawl in the middle of the day in my room wtf have you seriously done to me haha 5 years back i would laugh at this in disbelief

NO YOONGI FUCK OFF U SALTY BITCH WHY I HATE YOU STOP ACTING LIKE A PARENT OF A KID STOP I HATE THIS AAAR “Don’t assume such nonsense, well youre acting like it

*reads the list

SHIT DONT DO IT, IK YOONGI IS A PRICK BUT NO, WHAT IF SOMEONE TRIPS U BY UR ANKLES AND CATCHES THE BLOOD BAG? THEY COULD GET VIOLENT? HELL TAE MIGHT EVEN TRY KILL HIMSELF no blood bag without yoongi or a trusted vampire

SHIT NO fuck she fucked up *it was at this moment she knew she fucked up

yoongi is pissed and its an underestimation, understandable 🥲

i just know she has a banging headache

me rn because of my Suguru posture 😪

“seriously if he knows that I was all sad last night he could at least tone down the ass for a bit.” gurl have u seen his ass? u cant tone down an ass like that. have you seen his thumka in ptd??? it was paying rent

I genuinely love his ass so much I could look at it forever (respectfully)

you look silly when you startle” and u look like a cat

NO BUT HE DOES 😭😭😭

THIS IS LITERALLY THE SAME PIC

It is a nice change, you grew bored of only hearing your steps in this massive estate. ooh thats a cool fact about herself, my steps get quieter if its already quiet, i hate the sound of my footsteps, idk feels too loud and gets on my nerves

okay I feel that jfadsjf but I think with me it's more of my ever present fear of being perceived JFJADJF don't ask it's a neurodivergent thing apparently 🙂

JIMIN'S WING WOW this feels so unlike him, yet him from his clothes/attitude

YES IT IS HHEHE

“you can’t just read people’s minds without their consent. i think he just hears everybody like background noise, some of them catching his attention for a second and lost again. similar to accidentally overhearing people, i guess?

I have to dissapoint you, it is a conscious decision to read people's minds JFAJSD so mister boongie has been doing it on purpose JFJADJ

wow that was romantic 👀👀 slightly sus whats up yoon? Yoongi simply pushes a bowl of fruit salad closer to you, doing so wordlessly UWUW LOOK AT THAT TSUNDERE LIL MEOW MEOW IM GONNA MARRY HIM AAAAH whos mad at him? fight me (definitely not me)

HE IS IN LOVEEEEEE

HE MADE TEA CUZ SHE HATES COFFEE FUCK MY HEART JUST SKIPPED A BEAT

AND SO SOFT BOONGIE BEGINS

Why? Do you want to complain again?” “chill my dude. I was going to compliment it.” “Thanks”, he finally says, almost whispering the word. “Whatever, you’re welcome I guess” STOP I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

THEMTHEM THEM THEMT HEM

Are you an old grumps or do you just not care because your humanity is off?” took words out of my mouth “You know I do”, he growls, but it sounded more like a shy whisper. IM TATTOOING "HE CARES" ON MY FOREHEAD “you’re helpful, even if other than that you are a total nuisance.” *goes for laser to get it removed kids plan permanent shit, dont be like me

LIKE HE IS LITERALLY SO SCARED TO ADMIT THAT HE CARES I AM CLAWING AT HIMMMM

Just once he disappeared to get more food. ok he is no longer a grumpy grandpa, he is now promoted to grumpy grandma

grandpas can make food too, it's not just the women so he is definitely still our lil gramps <3

He rubs his hand back and forth on the side of his neck, eyes racing from side to side nervously. yoongi panicking(from silly stuff) is very funny cuz that man is usually calm and collected aside from screaming

YOONGI IS IN LOVEEEEEE

“I’ve never seen someone walk so slowly” this man drinks grumpy animal blood, grumpy air and water

NO BUT HE IS IN LOVEEEE

“Yeah? So your best asset in getting Taehyung to talk doesn’t die?” .. “no because I don’t want to lose-” .. “-whatever. Are you going to promise me or not?” HAHA

he is in loooovveeeee

“Okay I promise…you big softie.” He ignores you, grinding his teeth and turning to stomp to the door. haha look at him uwuw

he is just a lil pookie in love 😌

please eat those strawberry OH THE SWING DANCING CAUGHT HIS ATTENTION oh my god jimin PLEASE HE *oh my god im about to bawl in the middle of the day in my room wtf have you seriously done to me haha 5 years back i would laugh at this in disbelief

no but I'm so sad for real 😭😭

SHIT DONT DO IT, IK YOONGI IS A PRICK BUT NO, WHAT IF SOMEONE TRIPS U BY UR ANKLES AND CATCHES THE BLOOD BAG? THEY COULD GET VIOLENT? HELL TAE MIGHT EVEN TRY KILL HIMSELF no blood bag without yoongi or a trusted vampire

an i oop-

yoongi is pissed and its an underestimation, understandable 🥲

NO BUT THIS SCENE IS PERMANENTLY BURNED INTO MY MIND the way he just full on confesses that he loves her and that he is TRYING to be good for her LIKE 💔

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Hey yo, I hope work is going well, Im glad you got some rest. Sleep is so important. Ive only come to realize how important it is to ones health and mental wellbeing in recent years. T.T

The post of gyu vs tyun quote and the weekend song call out my name is too painfullll. Why whyyyy

I think that tyun would only write one letter and that it would be angry but that you could still tell his pain behind it all. I'm kind of imagining a wolf alone in the cold all sharp teeth threats and snarling but you can see the fear and pain and disorientation in it's eyes and it's shivering body. Like it will kill you if you come closer but it's also scared to death/in pain. That's just the image I have right now of Tyun after OC leaves. I also think he would write the letter in the earlier stages and if he did write a second one it would be not angry or emotional at all it would be very controlled and emotionless but a clear threat. ie come back/bring my wife back/you will be punished for your crimes of sluttery.

Will this be the rise of stannis like Tyun? I'm scared. But I also dont think he'll get over the pain so quickly/shut down completely at least not yet immediately even if outwardly he's act all cold, ruthless and dead inside. I feel like he'll be unhinged (but "reasonably" justify it). Like how he was with kai when he made him behead his best friend.

YOH imagine somehow Tyun forces OC to murder Gyu? But also wasn't there a spoiler about Tyun getting captured by Gyu or am I imagining it?

I feel like Tyun is going to launch an unhinged kidnapping attempt to get OC back and then get captured and tortured by Gyu, but Gyu will act like Tyun was trying to "assassinate the rest of the royal family".

Also, I have a third option besides Tyun not confessing even if one of them dies or confessing when she dies, or he dies in the last moment.

What if he confesses, he was falling in love with her and that he did love her but that she killed that love, and the situation would be Gyu was killed by Tyun, and she is now back with Tyun as his wife and he won't kill her "showing her mercy" like she always wanted him to be more merciful right? (Him being sarcastic basically) but actually doing it so that she can't be reunited with Gyu in the afterlife(yet). And as a team lord tyun this kills me to write I don't want my lil meow meow to turn into stannis. This doesn't really make much sense story wise but I just thought if there could be a third horrible way that he confesses his love.

I honestly dont know who she'll end up with I also dont even know who I want her to end up with. Because either way it would be horrible somehow. OC is destined not to have a happy ending.

Oh i just thought of something horrible what if oc does get pregnant with Tyuns child and then she obvi always wanted a family and such so i dont think shed want to abandon the child or yeet it because of her own trauma with being abandoned as a kid. But Gyu would obviously hate the Kid and want to kill it even worse if the kid has Tyuns eyes, like the kid looks like OC mostly but has Tyuns eyes and smile. This would kill OC and Gyu especially if Gyu killed Tyun. and also, if Tyun knew oc was pregnant (that's why he recklessly tries to kidnap her back) but Gyu kills him and then he'll be so miserable whilst dying because he'll know his kid will likely be abused or killed by Gyu. I don't know why I'm writing all these horrible and worst-case scenarios because I feel sad now lol.

Anyways dont worry about the next chapter just post it whenever you are ready and however you want to post it. We will gobble it up like the YAMQN sluts that we are.

it's super important but i get too much sleep honestly which is also bad for you lmao like i usually sleep 12 hours a day 💀 i wanna stop but idk i just feel tired otherwise :')

yes yessss i agree so much. he would write one angry or emotional message in a moment of weakness but then not send anything again other than a formal threatening message after he collected himself. and your description of tyun after oc left him? impeccable! i couldn't have written it better that's exactly him!

"you will be punished for your crimes of sluttery." pfffft that made me laugh 😂

"YOH imagine somehow Tyun forces OC to murder Gyu?" remember when oc had this thought after watching kai behead jaeyun? "Will Taehyun one day force you to kill someone you love too? Will he make you kill Beomgyu? Or will your head be on the chopping block instead?" 💀

no there wasn't a teaser about gyu capturing taehyun i think it was just some anons speculating

"What if he confesses, he was falling in love with her and that he did love her but that she killed that love, and the situation would be Gyu was killed by Tyun, and she is now back with Tyun as his wife and he won't kill her "showing her mercy" like she always wanted him to be more merciful right?" fuukkkkkkk that would be so ironic and cruel but it's also so taehyun. maybe he even has some remaining sentiment towards her and doesn't actually want to kill her but at the same time he's so fucked up from what she did that he'd never show her affection again and she'd be forced to live in a cold loveless marriage with him knowing that her soulmate died and the one man who wanted to help her now hates her 😭 honestly there are a million ways this fic can end and they're all so good that i sometimes think of changing the ending but i gotta stick to my guns even if my original ending isn't the best lol i just built up to it for so long to change my mind now

"shed want to abandon the child or yeet it" STOP 😭😭😭

"worse if the kid has Tyuns eyes, like the kid looks like OC mostly but has Tyuns eyes and smile." fuck this is sooooo gooood omg like it would look like oc so gyu wouldn't want to hurt it but it also would have tyun's grey eyes and every time it would smile, gyu would see tyun's smile 😭😭 fuck he'd be living in torment everyday and oc too especially if tyun dies she'd have a living breathing reminder of what she did to tyun

you have such good ideas i love you ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[dyke-fruit]

the locked tomb series & shoot for those fandom asks ❤️

was HOPING someone would ask about the locked tomb !!! >:) thank you.

the locked tomb

fav character: god. GOD? wait no, not literally god. harrow. i think i switch between harrow and gideon (currently re-reading gtn and am LOVING gideon...) but harrow.

least fav character: hmm. ACTUALLY god i guess. and silas octakiseron.

5 fav ships: harrow/gideon. palamedes/camilla (and dulcie and/or pyrrha). coronabeth/ianthe (i will say NOTHING!). harrow/ianthe.

most attractive: camilla or coronabeth. i'm a slut for a pretty girl, what can i say. (harrow, sometimes).

would marry: oh GOD. they're all so dreadful. i WANT to marry harrow but she'd be mean to me and i would cry. so maybe not. corona is too much for me to handle. camilla hides her feelings too much for me. gah.

would be besties: i HOPE i could be besties with gideon. i want to be so badly.

random thought: why, in the absence of each other, do both gideon and harrow turn to ianthe?? what is it ABOUT HER?? (i get it)

unpopular opinion: i'm not... hugely versed enough in the fandom to know what's popular/unpopular, but maybe mine is that i think palamedes and camilla being cousins makes it better :)

canon otp: what IS canon, really? are cam/pal canon? i mean. griddlehark is canon in that they both obviously love each other, but WHAT does canon mean for them?????

non-canon otp: gideon/harrow. i thought nona had made me okay with not having them anymore, but in my current reread i was reminded that i'm insane about them. thanks.

most badass character: camilla hect. bar none.

most epic villain: not john:) he's not even epic:) maybe wake!

pairing i don't like: i don't really like kiriona/ianthe but it's growing on me, slowly.

character i feel the writer screwed up: mmm, i don't know! i don't have strong opinions re: this

fav friendship: oooooo... nona/camilla/palamedes/pyrrha?

character i most identify with: gideon <3

character i wish i could be: pyrrha dve!!! but also camilla.

root/shaw

when i started shipping them: funnily enough, i remember asking a mutual at the time which one was which in her gifsets. i was into them from the beginning and started the show bc of them <3 best idea ever

my thoughts: a delightfully vague prompt. well, they're it! i love them a lot. i love root so much. i love shaw an insane amount. it's rare that i tend to love two characters in a ship equally, and these two are probably the only ship i have that i don't like one over the other. they're both my lil meow meows

what makes me happy: they're kinky, they're made for each other, they're specifically made puzzle pieces that fit just right. shaw is angry and expresses her feelings only rarely and root is okay with that! bc she loves her! and doens't need to hear it! just needs to hold shaw's hand every once in a while

what makes me sad: The Day The World Went Away.

things in fanfic that annoy me: ummmm. general stuff like characterization, etc. other than that, i'm not super picky.

things i look for in fanfic: shaw bottoming <3

wishlist: seeing as this is a show long gone... my wishlist is that they live happy ever after and kick some ass

who they could end up w, if not each other: hmm. usually i'm okay with multishipping but i think both root and shaw are like, not people who would just "end up with" someone else. they choose each other specifically, and without them, they would just be alone (not in sad way!)

happily ever after: see wishlist

ask me stuff from this list:)

[thisbeatchachinglikemoney]

What Do You Think?

Part 4 of the Boys with Luv series

Pairing: Yoongi x reader, Yoongi x Jimin

Summary: Yoongi goes to the fansign without Y/N as she feels that she is going to be shunned and hated by the rest of the members. There, he realises that they aren’t all angry with him.

Warnings: Smut, swearing, Yoongi being a slight dick to Tae

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Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Taehyung POV:

It was hard to describe what I felt when I was that girl with my boyfriend. My Yoongi. He had his arm wrapped tightly around her way. He called her baby. That was my nickname. I was always his Taebaby. Kookie was his prince, and Jiminie was his pretty boy. 

Yes, I was jealous. Yes, I was angry. I had hoped that none of us would find our soulmates because I didn’t want our dynamic to change. We were fine just the seven of us. We didn’t need anyone else in the equation.

I glared at the pair of them as they checked out. I wasn’t really in the mood to buy new lingerie anymore. The girl turned to look at me, Joonie, and Hobi, and me and her made eye contact. Suddenly, colours flooded into my vision. I stumbled backwards, my back colliding with Hoseok’s chest. He and Namjoon both looked equally surprised.

“Taebaby, you okay?” Namjoon asked, wrapping his arm around my waist to keep me steady. No, this was not okay. I was not okay. This wasn’t possible.

“It doesn’t make sense.” I mumbled. “It’s not possible.” I shook my head. “No, no, it’s not possible.” I repeated. “What just happened? Why can I see colour?”

“I can see it too.” Hoseok admitted quietly.

“And me.” Namjoon agreed. He looked confused. I glanced up at him, silently asking what we should do. He knew my facial expressions. When I got nervous, I sometimes wouldn’t talk so Namjoon had learnt to read my face to know how I was feeling. “I don’t know what we should do, Taebaby.” He looked over to where Yoongi and the girl had been stood, but they were gone now. “We’ll talk to him tomorrow at the fanmeet.”

“Is it possible, hyungie?” I asked, looking at Namjoon.

“I don’t know. It is, but I don’t know why.” Namjoon replied. “Do you want to buy anything or go home?” He asked, looking at me and stroking my hair out of my face.

“I don’t know.” I said looking around. All the lace and silk was tempting me. “I’m not really feeling it at the moment.” 

“Okay, baby, we can go home and cuddle?” Hoseok suggested. I nodded.

“That would be nice, please, hyung.” I said, allowing Hoseok to pull me into a hug and the both of them to lead me out of the store and back to the dorm.

Y/N POV:

I twisted my fingers around nervously. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go through with the plan anymore. They hated me. It was clear to see. Taehyung was glaring at me. I was sat in the living room, letting all the thoughts cloud my head. Taehyung was never going to like me.

“Baby, dinner’s ready, are you okay?” Yoongi raced to kneel in front of me. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“They hate me!” I said, letting the tears roll down my face. “It’s not going to work!” I sobbed. “Taehyung was glaring at me, and Namjoon looked so disappointed and disgusted!”

“They what?” Yoongi looked pissed. “Okay, baby, look at me.” He took hold of my hands. “They don’t hate you. They are angry because of what happened.”

“But that’s not my fault!”

“I know, jagiya, I know.” Yoongi kissed away my tears. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to come to the fanmeet tomorrow, okay?” He said. “Not if it’s going to upset you so much.”

“I’m sorry.” I apologised. I didn’t want him to be disappointed with me.

“Don’t you dare apologise.” Yoongi said. “Don’t worry, okay, let’s eat and then we’ll cuddle and watch a movie.” He said, taking hold of my hand and pulling me up with him.

Yoongi POV:

My alarm went off early the morning of the fanmeet. I groaned and sat up, turning it off not wanting to wake up Y/N. I leaned down and pecked her on the lips before leaving her a note and getting dressed. I was out of the door within ten minutes, knowing I would have be at the dorm before the van came to pick us up. 

I made it to the dorm ten minutes later, the cold air biting at my exposed skin on my face above my mask, and my uncovered hands. I shivered, pulling at my beanie as I realised that the van was already waiting outside. I walked over to it and got on. There was no one there yet so I decided to sit right at the back, making sure to put my bag on the empty chair next to me. 

The six of them appeared at the same time. Instantly, the van was filled with awkward tension as none of us knew exactly what to say to each other. I was angry at them, and they were angry at me. My phone buzzed with a message from my princess. I smiled as I read it.

Jagi ❤️️: I love you too, oppa! Don’t get too angry at them today, remember ARMY is always your top priority. Send me a pic of your outfit please! Have fun and don’t be too grumpy!

I chuckled at her message, quickly typing one back. I missed her already.

My lil meow meow ❤️️ 🐱: I’ll try not to be too grumpy, princess, but I’m annoyed at them for how they treated you yesterday. There’s some leftover noodles in the fridge if you want those, or you can order something if you want. There’s money in the drawer by the front door. Be safe!

She sent me back a red heart along with a screenshot of her breakfast order, saying that she was having both. I looked up from my phone, seeing that Jimin had turned around in his seat and was staring at me carefully. It was hard to tell what he was feeling - he was always good at hiding his emotions if he wanted to. We made eye contact and he shot around in his seat, leaning his head on Hoseok’s shoulder, earning a forehead kiss. I felt a pang of sadness shoot through me. Usually Taehyung would be sat next to me, curled up into my side, scrolling through social media and giggling when he found something funny. Now he was sat next to Namjoon, not even bothering to look at me.

My phone buzzed with another message. It was a picture from Y/N showing her breakfast. She had also taken a selfie with the leftover noodles, saying they were the best thing ever. The van stopped, signalling we were here. The others got off first and then I followed, wanting our interaction to be as little as possible.

Hair and makeup sped past and I found myself dressed and ready, waiting to be called out. I was first done, and then it would normally be Taehyung. I sat on my phone after sending Y/N a pre-fansign selfie. The door opened. I looked up and saw Taehyung. I looked back down at my phone, knowing that if I talked to him now, I would explode with anger. 

“Hyung?” Taehyung sat down on the couch beside me, leaving some space to be respectable. “I need to talk to you about something.” He said. 

“About what, Taehyung?” I asked, not even looking at him. He needed to know how annoyed I was. He needed to know what he had done wrong.

“It’s about your soulmate.” He said, making me scoff. Y/N was the one thing I didn’t want to talk to him about. 

“What do you want to tell me this time, Taehyung? That she’s a gold digger? That she’s just using me for money? All of that is a lie, Taehyung! And I am sure of that, okay?” I said, my voice harsh. He flinched at the tone of my voice.

“I wasn’t going to say that, honestly.” He said, his voice small.

“Until you apologise to me for what you said, I honestly don’t want to hear it.” I said, pocketing my phone and standing up. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go and calm down.” I walked out of the room.

I knew I was harsh with him. I waited until the door was properly shut behind me before I slid down the wall, burying my face in my hands. I loved Taehyung with all of my heart, but what he said was wrong. He had to know that Y/N was going to be a part of my life now, whether he liked it or not. 

“Hyungie?” I looked up, seeing my precious little Jimin. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Jimin.” I said, sighing slightly as I sat up, leaning the back of my head against the wall. 

“No, you’re not.” He said, sitting down next to me. “What’s wrong?” He reached over and took hold of my hand, his small fingers wrapping around mine.

“None of this is my fault, Minnie.” I said huskily, knowing that I was on the verge of crying. “I can’t chose when I meet my soulmate or who they are. And nobody understands that!”

“I understand that. I know it’s not your fault.” Jimin said, looking at me, his eyes full of sympathy. “I wanted so badly to come over to your apartment and see you. I really want to meet her. I think we all need to get used to her being around and possibly being a part of our relationship otherwise our dynamic is going to be off.”

When he said this, my heart skipped a beat. At least one of them cared about me still. “Why didn’t you come over?” I asked softly.

“Joonie wouldn’t let me.” Jimin said. “He said we needed to give you time and space, but I knew that was something you didn’t need. I wanted to speak up so badly when he told you to leave but I knew my opinion wouldn’t matter to him.” His eyes searched my face. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey you do not have to apologise. You have done nothing wrong.” I said, stroking his hand. “You tried your best, Chim, and that’s all I’ll ever ask.” He smiled slightly at that. “Tell you what, after the fansign, how about you come home with me and you can meet Y/N.” I suggested.

“Is that her name? It’s beautiful.” He said.

“You’re beautiful, pretty boy.” I said, making him blush. I stood up, pulling him up with me. “I missed you so much.” I pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“I missed you too, hyungie.” He said, kissing me gently on the lips. I groaned slightly, feeling myself go hard.

“Do we have time for a quickie?” I asked, checking the time, seeing that we still had thirty minutes. “Okay, come on, quickly. I need those pretty lips around my cock.” I dragged him into an empty bathroom, pressing him against the door and attacking his neck with my lips, being careful not to leave any marks.

“Yoonie.” He whined, pressing his hips against mine. He was hard against my thigh. 

“Okay, baby, take off your clothes and put them neatly on the counter. I don’t want the stylist noonas to kill us.” I ordered as I undressed myself, folding up my clothes neatly.

“Hyungie please.” Jimin begged, palming himself through his boxers. He looked desperate, his full lips shiny red. His tongue swiped across them as he let out a breathy moan.

“Shh baby.” I said, pushing him down slightly so he would drop to his knees. “Now suck my cock like a good boy and I’ll eat you out after.” He nodded eagerly and pulled down my boxers, freeing my dick from its confines. It sprung up, the head a dark red colour. He stroked it a few times before taking the tip in his mouth and sucking on it like a lollipop. “Fuck Chimmie.” I groaned, having missed the feeling of his mouth. “You feel so good, baby. Gonna make me cum so hard.”

He smiled around my cock and swallowed, deepthroating me. My hands itched to pull at his hair, but I knew it would ruin all the stylist noonas hard work, so I grabbed hold of the counter behind me. He hollowed out his cheeks and moved his head up and down before taking me out of his mouth and licking the prominent vein on the underside of my cock, staring up at me seductively.

“Are you gonna cum for me soon, hyungie?” He asked, taking me back into his mouth and sucking hard. I could feel the knot begin to form in the base of my stomach. His lips were stretched around me as he gagged slightly from the intrusion in his throat.

“Fuck!” I moaned when I felt my tip hit the back of his throat. “Yes baby, I’m gonna cum.” I said, tightening my grip on the counter so my knuckles were white. “Stay still and open your mouth.” I thrusted into his mouth, his hands coming up to rub my hips. His 13 tattoo showed through the bracelets he was wearing on his wrist. “Fuck baby, such a pretty mouth.” He smiled up at me around my cock, swallowing as I entered his throat.

When he did that, the knot in my stomach became impossibly tight. “Baby, I’m going to cum!” I groaned, thrusting a few more times before the knot snapped. “Good boy, take it all.” I crooned as he closed his mouth around me to keep all my cum in his mouth. I pulled out of his mouth. “Swallow.” I ordered. He opened his mouth wide to show me that he had swallowed it. “Such a little slut.”

“I’m hyungie’s slut.” Jimin purred as he pulled down his boxers. I pulled him close to me, thumb brushing over his nevermind tattoo on his chest.

“Want me to eat you out, or finger you kitten?” I asked. He hummed in thought.

“Both please, hyungie.” He requested, bending over so his upper body was resting on the counter.

“You are such a little slut for me, kitten.” I said, running my hands over the globes of his ass. I pulled them apart slightly to expose his hole. I bent down and moved my tongue over it, making him shiver and moan out softly. ched round and pushed my fingers into his mouth. “Suck.” I said. He got to work, swirling his tongue around each individual digit, coating them in saliva. After a few minutes I pulled them out of his mouth before pushing two into him, making him cry out. I use my tongue as well, making the wet muscle lick over and around his hole.

He moaned out as he panted slightly, his legs shaking. “Already close, baby?” I asked, knowing the tell tale signs of him about to cum.

“Yes, hyungie. Ahhhh.” Jimin moaned as I added another finger, moving down to lick at his perineum. “Hyungie yes, right there.” He cried out as I pushed against his prostate. “Can I cum, please, can I cum.” He begged.

“Go ahead baby.” I said, allowing him to splatter his cum on the counter in front of him. “Such a messy boy.” I chuckled, making him whine in embarrassment. 

“Thank you hyungie.” He said, catching his breath. I grabbed some tissue and wiped him down. 

“I love you, Yoongi.” Jimin said, pecking my lips.

“I love you too, pretty boy.” I replied. “Come on, get dressed, they’re going to be looking for us soon.” He nodded and quickly got dressed, putting on some leather pants that clung tightly to his ass and thighs. “I think you just gave me another boner, pretty boy.”

“Oh really?” He smirked, turning around, his chest bare.

“Put your shirt on.” I laughed, making him giggle. It’s strange that you never realise how much you miss someone until you see them again.

Throughout the entire fansign, Jimin stuck by my side, sometimes holding my hand underneath the table or I would have my hand on his thigh. We took selfies together and made each other laugh. It made me realise just how much I missed being around them and also how different things were going to be now, and just how ready I was for it. 

The other members noticed this, and some had small smiles. But Taehyung and Namjoon still looked unsure. It was as if they didn’t trust me anymore, which is something I didn’t want.

Before long, the fansign was over and we were piling back into the minivan to take us back to the dorm. Jimin was tucked up next to me, his legs pulled up and curled to his side. He was scrolling through his weverse, replying to some comments from ARMY. He soon came across the selfie that I posted of me and Y/N, making him smile.

“She’s really pretty.” He said softly as the van pulled off and started driving. 

“She is, but she’s had a really horrible life.” I said, making him nod in understanding. “So just be careful with what you say about here. And don’t, whatever you do, bring up her ex.”

“Why?” Jimin asked, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“Because he abused her a lot. She had run away, which is how I met her. She was going to sleep in the park.” I explained. “He just wasn’t a very nice person, and she was terrified of him. But that’s okay because she has us to protect her.”

“Is she an ARMY?” Jimin asked.

“Yes, she is.” I replied. “She was dancing to ‘Spring Day’ when I found her. She’s a dancer too.”

“Really?” Jimin sounded excited. “That’s so cool. We can do dances together and stuff.” 

“Yes, we can.” I said with a smile, wrapping my arm around him and holding him close. My phone started to ring, making him jump. It was my baby.

“Hey, baby. You okay?” I asked as I answered.

“Yeah, I was just looking at photos from the fansign today. Have you and Jimin made up?” She asked, making me smile knowingly.

“Yes, we have. Is it alright if he comes over? He really wants to meet you.” I said, making her gasp.

“Really?” I knew how insecure she was about meeting them as she thought they all hated her. 

“Yes.” I nodded. Jimin tried to grab the phone from me. “He wants to talk to you.” I said, making her give an okay.

“Hi!” He said excitedly into the phone. I could hear the murmur of her voice as she spoke back to him. He chuckled. “Yeah, it was fun. I got a lot of things from ARMY.” He paused as she spoke. “Really?” He laughed. “Of course. Oh, please order some of that. I’ll tell Yoongi.” I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He mouthed “She’s ordering food for us.” I nodded. “We are almost at the dorm, so see you in about fifteen, twenty minutes. Of course, I can’t wait. See you soon!” He handed the phone back to me.

“Jagi?” I said, seeing if she was still there.

“Yes, oppa.” She replied.

“Are you okay?” I asked. “Feeling any better?”

“Yes, actually. I’m really excited to properly meet Jimin. It sounds like he is really all for me being added to the relationship.” She said, sounding happy. “I’ll see you soon. I’ve ordered pizza for us and we can have a movie night.”

“Sounds good princess. I’ll see you in a bit.” I hung up the phone and turned to Jimin. “Excited to meet your new girlfriend?” I asked, making him nod, a big smile on his face.

“I can’t wait to give her cuddles and lots of kisses.” He said, settling back against my shoulder. “We’re going to watch a movie together tonight. Can I stay over, we have a day off tomorrow?” He looked at me giving me puppy eyes. “Please hyungie?”

“How can I ever say no to this face?” I asked, cupping his cheeks and squishing them together, making him giggle. I pushed his blond hair out of his face as the van pulled up outside of the dorm. “Do you need to grab anything?” I asked.

“Nope. I’ll just steal your clothes.” He said with a small smile. “Come on, come on, come on! Let’s go!” He took hold of my hand and pulled me off the minivan and started dragging me towards my apartment.

“Jiminie, where are you going?” Namjoon shouted after us.

“I’m going to stay at Yoongi hyung’s tonight.” Jimin replied. “If you have a problem with it, I really don’t care.” He turned to me, dragging me again. It was quite sweet seeing him so determined to meet my soulmate. He really did care. Especially since he sassed Joon like that. “Come on, let’s go! The pizza is probably already there!”

“Okay, Jimin, we’re going!” I said with a laugh, allowing him to lead me to my apartment. 

[shaanks]

WoW for the fandom ask game

This is the sweetest bud thank you !! :D Okay here we go:

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most):

This one is really difficult bc I mostly have a three-way tie going on between Renathal, Nathanos, and Illidan's over the top ass, like. I am rotating one of them slowly and pensively in my mind at all times. My heart wants to say Nathanos, who I have felt very fondly for the for eons and centuries bc he's just so?? he's SO gruff and angery that it goes all the way around the circle and comes out as endearing, at least for me.

That being said Renathal had me like publicly acting up for months, and my heart still hurts for him over Denathrius' betrayal and the 99% of the time thankless job he had immediately afterwards of trying to reunify and revitalize Revendreth (which is still my fave zone in Shadowlands bar none).

Generally hot as Illidan is I mostly just feel like, inordinately angry and sad about everything he had to go through (even if he did make ~half of the problems for himself). Plus we love a single father, especially one with like 1500 adopted half-demonic children.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped):

For effect pls picture me T-Posing on top of Bwonsamdi, who is somehow both unbearably attractive and the scrunkliest weirdest little man I have ever seen. Honorable mention goes to Ara'lon (but only his in-game model is scrunkly, the cinematic Ara'lon is the prettiest baby in all the wilds).

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave):

Okay okay so hear me out.....Breka Grimaxe from the weird little Exile's Reach tutorial zone. Do I know she's a throw-away NPC that's just there to give you tutorials about your starting skills? Yes. Do I care that this is the case? Nope! She was a good mom and she was gruff yet supportive, grizzled hot lady that could kill you but wouldn't energy, like?? I understand her whole purpose is to get you through that area and then drop you off at daycare Orgrimmar, but I still wish she had gotten a fun lil tie-in to the rest of the story.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week):

This is gonna seem weird bc you can technically see him like...whenever you want, but Polemarch Adrestes? He's another one that starts off kinda gruff and rankled about you but warms up a bit with time and I have such a soft spot for the guy. He's not quite obscure enough to technically count for this but I'm putting him here bc getting his attention is made to be such a big deal and then he just kind of gives you quests sometimes and is just a guy.

Honorable mention bc she's not a character but listen BLANCHY!!! Or any of the cool like world spawn mount critters, I only ever caught glimpses of them occasionally but please know I would be INSUFFERABLE talking about them to my family for the whole rest of the day every time. I just get jazzed about stuff like that, it's still one of my fave bits of the game.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave):

You wanna catch me crying in the club, doing Runas' questline broke my heart, even on the like third or fourth playthrough when I KNEW what was coming. He was really trying so hard, even at the end, and I just. :( He is my poor lil meow meow, I just wish there was some other way for that questline to go.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason):

Ready for some controversial picks? Genn Greymane and Malfurion lmfao like. Genn makes me insane which I know doesn't make a ton of sense given that he's a gruff, grumpy old man, but he's racist and obnoxious, and he stopped Sylvanas from getting that fucking lantern and set in motion a sequence of events that led to me personally having to set foot in Torghast, my ultimate detested.

Malfurion because oh my gOD HE IS INSUFFERABLE. HE'S SO PRETENTIOUS, self-important pompous ASShat if I WANTED to hang out with some stick in the mud graduate professor I would have GONE TO GRADUATE SCHOOL. He trophy wife'd Tyrande which gives me endless endless migraines, he was terrible to Illidan, and I am going to feed him head first into the horse plinko. He and Genn can duke it out for the worst most tepid takes for all eternity.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell):

Denny's already in superhell (even though I love him lmfao), and so is Sargeras and Gul'dan and like. That is one of the high points of this game is generally speaking the Big Bads do go directly to superhell once they're no longer narratively relevant. The only one off the top of my head that I can think of that is still kicking around is Odyn. Who is as bad and irresponsible of a father in this as he is in most stories.

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Thank you so much again for the ask buddy this was a lot of fun!!!

[caught-in-a-seesaw-stigma]

Peripheral, Part 7

Pairings: OT7 x reader; Yoongi x reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Idol AU

Series Summary:  An unfortunate accident leaves Kim Namjoon with amnesia, and Big Hit, BTS, ARMY, and the entire world is desperate to help him regain his memories and knowledge. Fortunately, a new genetics company has successfully created a system to alter our brains into human databases which can help someone regain knowledge and memories through a simple input/output exchange. Can this new invention give us back our beloved leader?

Word Count: 10.8K+

Warnings: cursing, threats of violence, a VERY angry Yoongi (Lil’ Meow Meow goes feral), unfathomable sadness, sexual tension, nipple play, fingering, soft Dom!Yoongi

Taehyung was definitely hearing things and he was starting to freak out. The slow scraping sounds were emanating from outside his bedroom door and they were coming closer.

Shnnck, shnnck, shnnck, shnnck

He pulled his comforter up under his chin and shivered, his mind running a billion different scenarios about what type of sordid creature was lurking in the hallways of their dormitory.

“Jimin-ah,” Taehyung whispered in fright. “Are you awake?”

A soft snore was the only response he got from Jimin. A cursory glance at his phone told Taehyung that it was just after 4 am, so whoever or whatever was out in the hallway making those horrid noises wasn’t any of his brothers.

Shnnck, shnnck, shnnck, shnnck

“Ok, that’s it,” Taehyung grumbled. “I need to figure out what that noise is.”

In a display of faux heroism, Taehyung pulled on a Tata headband and his silk robe. He grabbed a small foam bat from underneath his bed and slipped into his Gucci fur lined slippers. He was the most elegant home defense guardian ever seen, and he was trembling from a mixture of fear and adrenaline.

“Ok, monster,” he whispered against the closed door. “Now, I’m ready for you.”

He was about to open the door when he heard someone groan slightly followed by a sudden crumpling thud just past his door.

Did the monster just die in the hallway?

Taehyung unlocked the door and opened it just a crack to investigate the hallway. In the dim light, he could just barely make out a mass of fluffy pink fabric just past Yoongi’s door. He turned on the flashlight on his phone, and upon further inspection, he saw that the pile of terrycloth on the floor was just Y/N decked out in a pink robe complete with a full ensemble of RJ attire and accessories. The RJ slippers on her feet were the apparent culprits responsible for the shuffling noise Taehyung heard earlier.

I swear Jin-hyung has stock in Line Friends. He spends more on RJ swag than anyone I’ve ever met.

Taehyung snapped out of his thoughts and knelt next to Y/N, trying to rouse her out of the apparent nap she’d decided to take on the floor.

“Noona,” Taehyung whispered. “Why are you on the floor?”

He moved her hair out of her face and noticed that not only did she look a little pale, but her forehead was a little sweaty and warm.

Is she sick?!

In a slight panic, Taehyung attempted to gather Y/N gently into his arms, but her body was nearly dead weight against him. The sound of an opening door grabbed his attention, and he turned to see Yoongi’s sharp feline eyes glaring at him.

“Why are you making so much fucking noise at this hour?” Yoongi griped. “Some of us are trying to sleep, Taehyung-ssi.”

“Hyung,” Taehyung pleaded. “I need your help. I found Y/N-noona like this in the hallway, and I can’t pick her up by myself. I think she’s unconscious.”

The word “unconscious” hit Yoongi like a runaway freight train and he quickly sprang into action, helping Taehyung gather Y/N up from the floor. Yoongi pulled her weight onto his shoulder and started walking toward her room with Taehyung’s assistance. Once they got her situated on the bed, Yoongi was better able to assess the situation.

“Why does she look like Jin’s room exploded on her?” Yoongi asked. “Did he ambush her or something?”

“No,” Taehyung shook his head. “I think she spent the night with Jin-hyung. They were cooking for Namjoon-hyung when Jiminie and I left the kitchen earlier. Maybe they decided to have a little fun with their food?”

Yoongi tried to hide the grimace that pulled at his face, but Taehyung still caught it. He knew better than to pry, so he filed it away to be addressed at a later time.

“Well, where the fuck is Jin?” Yoongi growled. “Did he just leave her like this?”

“I don’t know, hyung,” Taehyung said defensively. “Like I said, I just found her like this in the hallway. What should we do?”

Yoongi shifted uneasily on his feet, trying to figure out the best course of action. He decided to enlist Taehyung’s help, since he was already up and willing to help.

“Go to the kitchen and bring back a few bottles of water,” Yoongi instructed. “I’m going to find her some pajamas without BT21 characters on them. You can help me change her when you get back.”

Taehyung nearly sprinted down the hallway to retrieve the bottles of water, and when he returned, Yoongi was making a small pile of RJ items on the floor. All that was left on Y/N was the over-sized RJ T-shirt.

“She looks so...refreshed,” Taehyung commented. “Did Jin bathe her and then dress her up like that?”

“I don’t know,” Yoongi spat. “But I’d like to get her covered up. I guess we can leave the shirt on, but can you help me get these shorts on her? She’s not wearing any underwear.”

Taehyung blushed at the mention of Y/N’s nudity and he met Yoongi’s equally flushed face. They didn’t want to touch her without her consent, but the partial nudity was bound to be an issue once she regained consciousness.

“Don’t make a big deal out of this, Taehyung-ah,” Yoongi murmured. “Just lift her hips while I slide the shorts up. Neither one of us is going to touch her inappropriately while she’s in this state. It wouldn’t be right.”

“Yeah, ok,” Taehyung muttered weakly. “I wasn’t thinking anything like that, hyung. I’m just really worried about her, you know?”

“I know,” Yoongi sighed. “It’s going to be ok, Tae. We need to figure out what’s going on. Let’s just take care of her first.”

Yoongi and Taehyung switched places and Yoongi slid the sushi print sleep shorts up past Y/N’s knees. She was still not responding to their movements, and that fact was weighing heavily on both men. Yoongi motioned to Taehyung to lift her hips, and they quickly completed their task. They took a moment to breathe and then they tucked her underneath the comforter. Yoongi shooed Taehyung out the door into the hallway and they made their way to the kitchen.  

“Now what, hyung?” Taehyung prompted. “Should we go talk to Jin-hyung?”

Yoongi shifted his eyes toward the other hallway and grunted his assent. Taehyung followed behind Yoongi as he stomped down the hallway and started battering his fist against Jin’s door.

“KIM SEOKJIN!” Yoongi roared. “Open this fucking door!”

Another door opened down the hall, and Hoseok and Jungkook staggered into the hallway, their faces groggy from sleep.

“Yoongi-hyung,” Jungkook murmured. “What’s going on?”

“Yeah,” Hoseok continued. “What’s with all the yelling?”

Jimin wandered in sleepily from the other hallway and his eyes widened at all the activity happening before him. 

“We found Y/N-noona passed out on the floor in the hallway,” Taehyung quickly explained. “She was all dressed up in RJ stuff, so she was obviously with Jin.”

“We know,” Jungkook groaned. “They were getting busy in the kitchen last night.”

“See, Tae,” Jimin whined. “I told you!”

“Wait, what do you mean you found her on the ground?!” Hoseok snapped to attention. “Is she ok? Where is she?”

“She’s fine,” Yoongi gritted out. “Taehyungie and I got her back to her room and into her bed. She’s still unconscious or asleep or something. We won’t know anything until she wakes up.”

Jungkook and Hoseok exchanged concerned looks and Yoongi nearly growled at their silent conversation.

“What?” Yoongi huffed. “Do you two know something I don’t?

“Hyung,” Hoseok began softly. “Jungkook and I had some weird experiences after our transaction sessions with Y/N. We don’t know what it means, but we need to talk to her about it. We’re worried that something went wrong during the transactions.”

“We want to make sure we aren’t hurting Noona,” Jungkook continued. “You don’t think it’s too late, do you?”

“Too late for what?” prompted a voice from the living room.

They all rushed into the living room and glared at Seokjin’s nonchalant demeanor as he walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Yoongi spat. “Why did you leave Y/N all alone in your room?”

“She asked to stay,” Jin retorted simply. “I guess I was too hard on her earlier. I didn’t mind letting her sleep it off in my room since I was the one responsible for wearing her out.”

Yoongi rushed at Jin and roughly pushed his back against the refrigerator. The other members took a moment to react, and they tried in vain to pull Yoongi’s fingers from Seokjin’s shirt.

“You careless asshole,” Yoongi growled. “How dare you leave Y/N alone in your bed? What was so fucking important that you felt the need to abandon her after using her like that?”

“Hey, I made sure she was ok before I left for the hospital,” Seokjin argued. “After I bathed her and fixed her hair, she was sleeping soundly on my bed and she looked very comfortable. I didn’t think I would be gone that long.”

Hoseok maneuvered Yoongi over to the maknae line so they could subdue him, and he put his hand on Seokjin’s shoulder, his eyes firm and his lips drawn into a grim line.

“Kim Seokjin,” Hoseok asked acerbically. “Did you just say that you went to the hospital? The one place we aren’t allowed to visit while Y/N-ah prepares for Namjoon-ah’s therapy?”

Seokjin gulped nervously at Hoseok’s incensed demeanor and he chanced a glance at the other members. The maknae line gawked at Seokjin’s actions while Yoongi merely shot him a malicious scowl.

“I didn’t know we weren’t supposed to go there,” Seokjin protested weakly. “Did I miss a memo or something?”

“Hyung,” Jungkook huffed. “Didn’t you read the materials Bang PD-nim sent us? We can’t see Rapmon-hyung while Y/N-noona is still doing our transactions.”

“Yeah,” Jimin assented. “Any new memories you form after your transaction are going to affect Namjoonie’s transactions later on.”

“It was all in the materials, Jin-hyung,” Taehyung insisted. “I can’t believe you didn’t remember that. It was in all caps under Restrictions.”

Seokjin visibly shrunk after each barbed comment from the maknae line. He was the eldest, but it didn’t necessarily make him the most responsible member in the household. In fact, he was notorious for behaving just as irresponsibly as the youngest members, and he was certainly feeling the sting of that immaturity now.

“Jin-hyung,” Hoseok continued. “I’m not completely sure, but you may not be able to complete any more transactions with Y/N because of this. It could jeopardize the entire process.”

“What?!” Seokjin protested hotly. “No way! That isn’t your call to make. Let me talk to Y/N-ah.”

“You can’t,” spat Yoongi. “She’s unconscious right now. Taehyung and I found her collapsed in the hallway.”

“What?!” Seokjin barked with alarm. “Why? What happened to her?”

“We don’t know because someone left her all alone in his room,” Yoongi reminded him. “I guess she tried to find her way back to her room and she didn’t make it. We had to carry her to the room and get all that fucking RJ shit off of her.”

“Hey, those were gifts, Yoongi-ah,” Seokjin argued. “I gave those things to her.”

“How convenient,” Yoongi persisted in a mocking tone. “You fucked her, you gave her a full spa treatment, and then sent her packing with lovely parting gifts. You’re a real fucking hero, Kim Seokjin.”

The acidic words spewing from Yoongi’s lips made everyone flinch. Now free from the maknae line’s clutches, Yoongi stepped forward to confront Seokjin. Hoseok held Yoongi at bay, but it didn’t stop him from glowering up at Seokjin with his menacing black stare.

“You need to get your fucking priorities straight, man,” Yoongi growled. “We’re all worried about Namjoon-ah, but the rest of us made sure we were careful not to fuck up and do something that would jeopardize his upcoming therapy.”

“I didn’t think-” Seokjin began.

“Yeah, you didn’t,” Yoongi cut him off harshly. “All you cared about was what you wanted and what you needed. Always thinking only of yourself, aren’t you, hyung? Never once thinking of anyone else.”

“Yoongi-hyung,” Hoseok scolded gently. “That’s enough.”

“No, Hobi,” Yoongi backed up. “Look, I know Y/N hasn’t been here that long, but we’ve all become attached to her in some way. There’s no denying that. However, she’s here to help us with Namjoon-ah, and we should be treating her with the respect and dignity she deserves as his therapist. We aren’t supposed to be using her to satisfy our own selfish needs.”

“Hyung,” Taehyung piped up. “We’ve been nothing but respectful to Y/N-noona.”

“Oh really?” Yoongi rounded on the rest of the group. “With the exception of Hoseok, you’ve all been acting like horny idiots. You’re either drooling over her, undressing her with your eyes, or getting jealous over who she spends time with.”

Everyone but Hoseok and Yoongi dropped their guilty eyes and shifted nervously. The tension in the room was increasing exponentially and Hoseok searched in vain for a solution to this problem. Yoongi stepped forward and shoved Seokjin out of the way to open the refrigerator. He grabbed another bottle of water and slammed the door shut. After taking a drink from the bottle, Yoongi leaned forward on the kitchen island and glared at the others.

“There’s not much we can do until Y/N wakes up,” Yoongi stated plainly. “I’m going back to watch over her. I don’t want her to wake up to an empty room.”

“Hyung, Jungkook and I still need to talk to her,” Hoseok reminded him. “Maybe we should come with you?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook whined. “I want to make sure Noona is ok.”

“Tae and I want to come too,” Jimin spoke up. “We still need to do our transactions with her, so we want to help take care of her before that happens.”

“That can wait until later, Jiminie,” Taehyung corrected tenderly. “We need to focus on her health and safety above everything else right now.”

“I also need to apologize to her,” Seokjin urged. “I didn’t realize I was putting her in danger by leaving. You’re right, we all need to take care of her needs.”

“Can you all just shut the fuck up for a moment?” Yoongi lashed out. “Why should I let any of you near her right now?”

“Hyung,” Hoseok prodded gently. “You’re not the only one who cares about Y/N. Like you said, we’ve all bonded with her on some level and we only have her best interests at heart.”

“You think so, huh?” Yoongi smirked sardonically. “I’m sure all of your intentions are pure.”

“Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin piped up. “We just want to help Y/N-noona. Are you really not going to accept our help?”

Yoongi scoffed at all of them and brushed past Hoseok to the stepped entrance of the hallway. He stopped at the threshold and turned back to face them, albeit at a higher level.  

“You know, Y/N may be working as a part time peripheral device for Big Hit, but she’s not a fucking machine, you inconsiderate pricks!” Yoongi fired at them. “I’m only going to say this once, and I’m hoping that you are all paying attention because I’m not going to repeat myself. You will back the fuck off and you will leave her the fuck alone until she’s had enough time to recover from all the bullshit you’ve put her through. I don’t give a fuck what you think you feel for her.”

“Yoongi-hyung,” Hoseok pleaded. “Please, be reasonable. We care about Y/N just as much as you do. Please don’t shut us out.”

“No, Hobi, you don’t get it,” Yoongi cried out. “Based on what I’ve seen and heard so far, the only ones who haven't been treating Y/N inappropriately are you and me. She was not brought to us as some kind of twisted sex service. She’s a real person with real feelings. I will not idly stand by while they attempt to treat her like some kind of mail order concubine.”

“That’s not what we think, hyung,” Taehyung retorted. “We would never do anything to hurt Y/N-noona.”

“Too late for that, Taehyung-ah,” Yoongi blurted. “You selfish bastards need to think about Y/N’s well-being instead of focusing on the tightness of your balls whenever you see her. Fucking perverts. If any one of you motherfuckers even tries to bother her, I will personally beat the living shit out of you and slice off your balls. Let’s see you get it up for her then, huh?”

Yoongi stared down everyone of them and they all backed down under his domineering aura, even Hoseok. Before he left down the hallway, Yoongi leaned against the wall and released a troubled groan. He pinched the bridge of his nose and scrunched his eyes and nose out of frustration.

“Look,” Yoongi sighed out heavily. “I love you all and you are my beloved brothers, but right now, I don’t give a fuck about any of that. There is a woman in our home who has been mistreated and is lying unconscious in her room, probably because of what you all did to her. I swear I’ll fuck you up if you don’t let her rest. Save your bullshit theories and concerns for now. They will be addressed once she’s back to normal. Hobi, will you please keep everyone else away until she’s recovered? I promise I will let you know the moment she’s awake. Now, get the fuck out of my face and stay the fuck away from our rooms!”

With a final huff at their startled expressions, Yoongi stalked down the hallway and disappeared behind Y/N’s door. The rest of the members released a defeated groan and looked at each other, seeking out answers to their growing problem.

“Now what, Hobi-hyung?" Jungkook pouted. “You know Yoongi-hyung isn’t going to let us in there right now, and we still need to talk to Noona about the weird stuff we saw.”

“I know, Kookie,” Hoseok mused. "Give him some time to cool off, yeah? We have other issues to work on at the moment."

“I’m sorry, I’m confused,” Jin blurted out. “Why is Yoongi-ah the only one allowed to see her right now? What gives him the right to act like a jealous boyfriend to the rest of us?”

“Hyung, no offense, but you really shouldn’t be talking like that right now,” Hoseok corrected him. “You’ve put this entire therapy preparation at risk by going to see Namjoon-ah in the hospital.”

Jin’s ears flushed bright red and he leaned back against the kitchen counter in an exaggerated pout. He knew he was in trouble, but he was having difficulty reconciling his guilt.

“I’m sorry, ok?” Seokjin breathed out. “It was not my intention to put anyone at risk, not you guys, not Namjoon-ah, and certainly not Y/N-ah. I just...really missed him and I needed to talk to him. I needed to look into his eyes and just be in his presence for a moment. It was so nice just seeing his face and hearing his voice in person. It almost felt like everything might be ok. I just want this all to be over so we can have him back, you know?”

Seokjin’s rant ended on a whimper and they all sighed and nodded with understanding brimming in their eyes. Namjoon was a missing fixture in their lives, and his absence was starting to take its toll on the rest of the group. Taehyung leaned his head down onto Jimin’s shoulder, and Jungkook walked forward to pull Seokjin into a hug. Hoseok watched helplessly as they all regressed into various levels of emotional strife. Jimin and Taehyung were surrounded by an impenetrable cloud of sadness, and Jin and Jungkook were sobbing quietly in the kitchen. Hoseok felt his eyes gloss over and he inhaled a shaky breath as a single tear rolled down his cheek. He corralled everyone over to the couches and sat them all down so they could at least be comfortable in their misery. With another glance down the hallway toward Y/N’s room, all Hoseok could do was hope that Yoongi would be able to revive Y/N.

If anyone can do it, Yoongi can. There isn’t a person in this entire house who is softer than my hyung. Let’s just hope that he hasn’t lost his magic touch.

Hoseok sank onto one of the couches and Taehyung laid his legs across Hoseok’s lap while Jimin continued to stroke his hair. Jungkook and Jin occupied the other couch with a box of tissues between them. They all settled into the comfort of their expensive furniture and tried to clear their minds of doubt and despair. <~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>

Yoongi couldn’t find anything else to tidy up in Y/N’s room. After placing the laundry in a basket, arranging her shoes in the closet, and wiping down everything in the bathroom, he was at a loss.

What else am I supposed to do?

Reluctantly, he walked back into Y/N’s bedroom and he turned off the light from the bathroom. She was still sleeping soundly on the bed, but as Yoongi watched her, she shifted slightly beneath the comforter and turned on her side. She released a soft moan as she exhaled and her eyebrows knit together slightly. Worried that she might be in pain, Yoongi pulled the vanity chair over to the bed and leaned in to examine Y/N more closely. Her face suddenly clenched and then relaxed, and soft snores began shortly after.

At least she’s moving. That’s a good sign.

Yoongi reached over and placed his hand around her open one and he reached up to brush a few strands of hair away from Y/N’s face with his other hand. The pallor of her skin was alarming, but the heat from her face had dissipated along with the thin sheen of perspiration they'd seen earlier. It was almost as if she'd broken through a light fever throughout the night, and Yoongi took that as a sign of recovery.

Any sign of life is a good sign. Come on, Y/N. Open your eyes for me, sweetheart.

The pet name flickered across Yoongi’s brain and he furrowed his brows at its appearance in his thoughts. Had he and Y/N spent enough time together to warrant cutesy little names like that? He wasn’t completely sure, but it felt right as he tested it out again.

Sweetheart…

Yoongi smiled as he looked at Y/N and he noted that her eyes were starting to blink rapidly as she slowly peeled her eyelids open. Grogginess and confusion settled on her flushed face and she took a moment to assess her surroundings. Y/N’s eyes locked onto Yoongi’s hand clasped around her own and she pouted with questions pushing at the front of her mind.

“Yoongi?” Y/N gruffed out against the pillow. “What’s going on? How did I get back to my room?”

“Taehyungie and I found you on the floor in the hallway,” Yoongi explained. “I think you tried to come back to your room on your own. You don’t remember?”

Y/N yawned loudly and stretched out her limbs as far they would go. Yoongi could swear he heard a few crackling noises as she reached the limits of her extremities. Once she retracted her limbs, she sat up, albeit with a groan and a grimace. Her body was pretty sore from her transactions with Jin, and Yoongi noted the small whimper she released as she shifted her hips back into a sitting position.

"Be careful, Y/N-ah,” Yoongi said. “I think your body is trying to recover from a fever or something. You were pretty warm and sweaty earlier. How do you feel now?”

Yoongi leaned forward to offer her support as she sat up, and Y/N relented and braced her arm on his shoulder to push back against the headboard. Even that small motion left her feeling weak and breathless.

What the hell is wrong with me?

“Yoongi,” Y/N pleaded. “Can you go into my closet and find a black plastic case with a handle? It looks like a heavy duty briefcase.”

Yoongi sprang into action and located the case and brought it back to her. It was heavier than it looked, but he managed to lift it onto the bed next to her. Y/N reached over and popped the latches open and lifted the lid to reveal some kind of machine with a collection of wires and sticky medical pads.

"Whoa," commented Yoongi. "What is all this?"

"This?" Y/N pointed out while connecting the wires to the machine base. "This is what I use to run diagnostics on my system. This device is programmed to monitor data storage, various brain functions, and my overall general health. If something is wrong with me, this program will be able to figure out what it is."

Y/N started placing the adhesive pads on the back of her neck, her temples, her forehead, her chest, and her lower abdomen. Even though Yoongi could tell she was familiar with the machine and its operation, he noticed that her fingers trembled occasionally as she connected the wires to the adhesive pads. Once everything was connected and hooked up, she turned on the machine and started pushing buttons. Yoongi was absolutely fascinated by her movements and he laid close attention to her hands as they operated the machinery with practiced ease.  Y/N yelped softly and tried to mask the strained expression on her face, but Yoongi caught it just in time.

"What happened, Y/N?" He queried, his voice full of concern. "Are you in pain?"

"Not necessarily," she squeaked lightly. "I always forget how jarring this sensation is. I promise, I'm ok."

Yoongi nodded, but the look on his face suggested that he would be watching her closely. Once Y/N set the machine to do a full diagnostic scan, she tried to settle back on the pillows, but found the small action somewhat difficult. She twisted slightly and strained her limbs to curl into a more comfortable position. Yoongi smirked at her stubborn insistence on doing everything on her own and leaned forward to still her hands with his own.

“Do you need some help, Y/N?” Yoongi asked sweetly. “That’s literally why I’m here, sweetheart.”

"Sweetheart?" quirked Y/N with a grin. "Since when did you start calling me cutesy names, Yoongi?"

"Since I found you unconscious outside my door, smart ass," Yoongi retorted. "Now, will you please let me help you?"

Y/N released a huff of defeat and held her arms out to Yoongi with a pout on her lips. Yoongi felt his lips twitch into a smirk of triumph and he climbed onto the bed, carefully positioning his knees so he wouldn’t accidentally crush her. With a little maneuvering, Yoongi was able to help Y/N into a comfortable position with the wires from the machine out of the way. He tried to slide off the other side of the bed, but Y/N grabbed his arm.

“Yoongi,” she murmured softly. “Do you think you could stay on the bed with me?”

“Ummm, sure?” Yoongi offered, while climbing back up. “Yeah, I can do that.”

Yoongi crawled over to the space next to Y/N and awkwardly planted himself next to her legs. Once he decided on a position, Y/N pouted cutely at Yoongi and he tilted his head in confusion.

“Yoongi,” Y/N whined. “I was kinda hoping you’d cuddle up and hold me.”

“O-oh,” Yoongi stuttered. “I mean, I guess I-”

“Come on, Yoongi,” Y/N murmured sweetly. “I’m sick.”

Yoongi’s lips quirked into a small smile and he released a sigh of amusement. Y/N’s pout expanded into a wicked grin, proof that she’d successfully convinced him to give in to her demands. Shaking his head, Yoongi scooted closer to Y/N and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, careful to avoid any wires connected to the diagnostic machine. Y/N pushed the covers down to accommodate Yoongi underneath and the two of them snuggled up against the pile of fluffy pillows behind them.

Y/N hummed in approval as she placed her head on Yoongi’s shoulder and traced her fingers across his knuckles. Yoongi chuckled slightly and kissed the top of her head, taking a moment to inhale the sweet scent of her hair. He frowned a bit when he realized that she smelled like Jin’s hair products, but he smothered that disdain before she could catch it. Instead, he watched as her fingertips toyed with his free hand, following the trails of veins visible through his porcelain skin.

“So what now?” Yoongi prompted. “Does this test take long?”

“No, it will probably finish scanning in a few minutes,” Y/N replied. “After the scan is done, I have to wait for the system to process the information. That’s the part that takes the longest. It can take a few hours to fully process all the information.”

“Will you have to stay hooked up to the machine the entire time?” Yoongi wondered aloud. “That would suck.”

“Fortunately, I can disconnect once the scan is complete,” Y/N explained. “Until then, I’m afraid you’re stuck cuddling with me.”

Yoongi groaned playfully and laid his head back in faux annoyance. Y/N giggled and snuggled into Yoongi’s chest, causing him to jerk slightly.

“Y/N, don’t” Yoongi pleaded. “That tickles.”

“Really?” Y/N smirked. “I didn’t realize your chest was ticklish.”

“It’s not my chest exactly,” Yoongi said hesitantly. “You grazed my nipple and they’re kinda sensitive.”

“Sensitive, huh?” Y/N mused. “How sensitive?”

Y/N slipped her hand under Yoongi’s shirt and felt his abdominal muscles clench in response. He inhaled deeply through his nose and held his breath for a few seconds. Y/N placed her warm hand on his tightened stomach and paused. Yoongi released the breath he was holding and groaned slightly.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Yoongi chastised weakly. “You know I can’t move right now. I’m trying to keep those wires in place for your own safety. It’s not fair if you start playing with me right now. Please behave.”

Y/N looked up to meet Yoongi’s pleading glare. It was amazing that he could look both reproachful and beseeching simultaneously. He cocked an eyebrow at her, a silent inquiry that she could only grin at. Y/N leaned up to rub her nose along Yoongi’s jawline, earning a quiet whimper from his lips.

“I haven’t really thanked you for coming to my rescue,” Y/N whispered against Yoongi’s neck. “I’m sorry that I scared you.”

“It’s ok,” Yoongi gulped. “You don’t have to thank me.”

“But I do,” Y/N insisted. “You saw that I was in trouble and you swooped in to help me like some kind of superhero. How can I ignore something so sweet and noble?”

“I think superhero is a bit much, don’t you think?” Yoongi laughed. “Besides, it wasn’t just me. Taehyungie was the one who found you, I just kinda took over because the poor kid looked lost.”

“Well, then I’ll have to thank him later,” Y/N hummed. “But right now, I want to thank you, if you’ll let me.”

Yoongi tensed next to her and he tried to remember how to breathe. Y/N slid her hand further up his bare torso and her fingertips gently brushed across his right nipple. His breath hitched and a small moan escaped from his lips.

“Y/N, sweetheart,” Yoongi gasped. “We shouldn’t be doing this. You’re in the middle of your diagnostic thing and you’re obviously exhausted after the last couple of days with Hoseok and Jungkookie and Jin-”

“Yoongi,” Y/N cut him off brusquely. “I’m not going to fuck you while I’m connected to this machine. I’m not that reckless. I just feel like we’ve been dancing around each other in the dark and I never get a chance to just be with you. You’re always pulling away from me.”

“No, I’m not,” Yoongi argued. “We cuddled on the couch, remember?”

“Yes, I remember,” Y/N assented. “But I also remember you ran off to your room when I invited you to nap with me on this very bed. What are you afraid of exactly? Do you think that I’m going to hurt you?”

“No,” Yoongi whispered. “I’m afraid that I’m going to hurt you.”

Yoongi emphasized his words by reaching up to place a lock of Y/N’s hair behind her ear. He placed his palm on her cheek and sighed at the warmth tingling across his cold fingers.  Y/N slid her hand around Yoongi’s waist and pulled him closer to her body. For a brief moment, they just held each other’s gaze, eyes flickering back and forth, fingers subtly stroking against skin, tension building between them as each millisecond ticked away.

Y/N’s eyes softened and before Yoongi could object, she leaned up and pressed her lips against his. His eyes shut tightly and he inhaled sharply as his fingers slipped further into Y/N’s messy locks. Despite his lingering apprehension, Yoongi couldn’t deny his submission to Y/N’s soft lips against his own. He kissed her back and reveled in the soft moan she released. His lips glided sensually over Y/N's and he couldn't resist pulling her bottom lip in between his teeth and nibbling on it playfully. Y/N whined into the kiss and attempted to push her tongue past Yoongi's lips, but she was quickly distracted by the loud beeps emanating from the diagnostic machine.

"The scan is complete," Y/N muttered as she reached over to turn off the device. "Can you help me disconnect everything so I can put this away?"

Yoongi offered Y/N a small smile and pulled her in for another kiss, his lips smothering her and his tongue languidly dipping into her mouth until she was panting and gripping his arm tightly. As soon as she started to reach back under his shirt, Yoongi pulled back and kissed her forehead.

"Let's get all that stuff off of you, yeah?" Yoongi smirked at Y/N's wide eyes and flushed cheeks. "I'm sure you'll be more comfortable when you aren't hooked up to a machine."

Y/N bottom lip puckered into an adorable pout and Yoongi leaned in to nip at it while chuckling.

"Come on, sweetheart," Yoongi insisted. "You don't want to be covered in wires all day, do you?"

"I'd rather be covered in you," Y/N murmured cheekily. "But someone keeps teasing me."

Yoongi winked at her and slid off the bed to help get the diagnostic machine sorted out and put away. As he was placing the black case on the floor by the bed, a vibration in his pocket reminded him that he needed to check in with Hoseok. He checked his notifications and saw a long apologetic message from his brother along with a request for a status update.

🏵️ J-Hooooope 🏵️: Hey, I'm really sorry about that mess of an argument in the kitchen. I'm talking to Bang PD-nim about how to handle this whole Jin situation. I'll let you know what's going to happen as soon as he gets back to me. So aside from all that insanity, how is Y/N doing? Any changes in her condition? We're all very worried about her, hyung. I hope you'll keep your promise and let me know when she's awake. We really need to talk to her.

Yoongi pursed his lips and debated on whether he should inform Hoseok about Y/N's improved condition. A part of him wanted to be selfish and keep Y/N all to himself for just a bit longer, but he knew that there were more pressing issues at hand. As much as he was enjoying himself with Y/N, there were other matters that needed to be addressed first.

Work first, then play.

"Hey, Y/N," Yoongi spoke up. "I know you're pretty tired, but Hoseok needed to talk to you about something important. Would you mind if he came in?"

Y/N perked up at the mention of Hoseok and grinned, and Yoongi tried to mask his disappointment at her excitement.

I have no right to be jealous. I have no right to be jealous. I have no right to be jealous.

Even as he berated himself for his unprovoked envy, he offered Y/N his most convincing smile. She suddenly frowned and took a look at herself for the first time since waking up.

"Ummm, Yoongi," Y/N piped up. "Before he comes in, do you think you could help me take another shower and change into other clothes? I'm just now realizing how gross I feel. You'd never guess that I had a shower yesterday."

"It's that fever you had, sweetheart," Yoongi explained. "Your body went through a lot trying to break it and then you sweated it out onto your pajamas."

"Ugh, gross," Y/N grimaced. " I can't believe you kissed me when I'm like this."

"A little sweat isn't going to scare me off, Y/N," Yoongi chuckled while leaning in to kiss her forehead again. "I don't care how gross you are, I'll still kiss you, sweetheart."

"Awwww, Yoongi," Y/N cooed. "I never knew you were such a sappy guy."

"What?" Yoongi bristled. "Don't like it?"

"No," Y/N smirked. "I love it."

Y/N pulled Yoongi in for yet another kiss and whined when he pulled away from her. He lifted the comforter and tossed it aside to coerce Y/N out of the bed.

"Let's go, sweetheart," Yoongi commanded. "If you want me to help you, let's get this done right now."

Y/N sighed and rolled her eyes. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and lowered her feet to the floor in front of Yoongi. The pout on her face dissolved completely when her knees buckled under the weight of her own body. Yoongi was bracing her upright as she tried to evaluate her current condition.

“Why am I so weak?” Y/N wondered aloud. “It feels like I ran a marathon or something.”

“I think you just pushed yourself too hard,” Yoongi offered, while sliding his arm around her back. “You’ve only been here a few days and you didn’t give yourself any rest time in between your transactions. I think your body needs a break, babe.”

“Babe, huh?” Y/N teased. “What happened to sweetheart?”

“Aish, gimme a break,” Yoongi groaned lightly as they walked toward the bathroom. “The pet name thing is kinda new for me. I don’t know what works and what doesn’t, ok?”

Y/N reached out for the counter by the toilet and turned to lean her back against it so she could face Yoongi. His cheeks already had a sprinkling of pink and it was clear that he was feeling exposed and vulnerable under her scrutiny. She reached up to cup his cheek and he sighed while closing his eyes. Taking advantage of his loss of sight, Y/N lifted a single finger to boop Yoongi on the nose, eliciting a flutter of eyelashes and a small pout on his lips.

Oh, Yoongi. Look at that pout! How can one grumpy man be this soft and sweet and absolutely adorable at the same time? It doesn’t seem fair.

“I think I can use the toilet on my own,” Y/N mused. “While I take care of business, can you be a lamb and get me some new pajamas? I want to get back in bed after I get all cleaned up.”

Yoongi glanced around the toilet area, making sure there were ample places for her to grip before nodding in agreement. He turned toward the tub and a stroke of genius hit him.

“I don’t think a shower is the best idea,” he began, while reaching under the sink to grab bath supplies. “Let me run you a bubble bath so you can lay back and relax while you get cleaned up.”

The thought of a hot steamy bath sounded unbelievably enticing, and with all the bottles and bags Yoongi was gathering, Y/N was starting to get really excited about it.

“Umm, yeah, sure,” Y/N blurted out. “That actually sounds lovely, Yoongi.”

He offered her a shy smile as he started turning on the faucet and adjusting the temperature. Once he was satisfied with the warmth of the water, he began pouring in scented liquid soap and bath salts, and he even tossed in a large elaborate pink glittering bath bomb in the shape of a maneki-neko.

“Why do you guys have all of this bath stuff?” Y/N laughed. “Don’t get me wrong, it all smells amazing. I just didn’t think you’d have all of this in the house.”

“Hey, don’t mock,” Yoongi smirked. “We like to lay back and relax just like everyone else. The company lets us order whatever we want, so we keep all the bathrooms fully stocked with bath products.”

The tub was already reaching the desired depth, so Yoongi turned off the taps and walked over to place the softest of kisses on Y/N’s cheek. She actually blushed a little at his sweet gesture. He reached into a drawer and placed a black hair tie and a fluffy black headband with cat ears on the counter.

“Do your thing while I find you some jammies, yeah?” Yoongi murmured against her cheek. “You can use this to put your hair up so it doesn’t get wet. When you’re ready, you can get in the tub, but please be careful, sweetheart. If you don’t feel strong enough to move that far, then please wait for me. I don’t want you to get hurt, ok?”

Yoongi snuck one last kiss from her lips before biting his lip with a smile and walking out into her bedroom. Y/N sighed happily and carefully maneuvered herself over to the toilet. Once she was done, she mapped out a path to the tub along the counter top and wall. With a little patience, Y/N made it over to the tub, shucked her clothes onto the floor, and gingerly lowered her aching body into the fragrant heated water. The relief was instantaneous and she moaned out in delight as the water enveloped her in soothing comfort and calming scents.

When Yoongi wandered back into the bathroom, Y/N was leaning back against the inflatable pillow Yoongi had set up for her with her eyes closed. She was floating in pure bliss as the bubbles strategically masked her nudity from Yoongi’s wandering eyes. He placed the bright blue pajamas covered in penguins on the counter and pulled the vanity chair over so he could sit beside the tub.

“Feel good, sweetheart?” Yoongi asked. “You look very happy right now.”

“Mmmmmm, I am,” Y/N moaned lightly. “Well, for the most part. My muscles are loving the hot water, but I still feel really sore.”

“Oh yeah?” Yoongi chuckled. “Does my sweetheart want a massage? I might be persuaded to offer my hands up for a little massage, if you’re interested.”

Y/N's eyes glimmered with anticipation as she lifted one tired leg out of the water and offered it to Yoongi. He scooted the chair closer and wrapped his hands around her dripping calf. When his nimble fingers started pressing into her muscles with practiced precision, she couldn't keep her delicious moans to herself.

"That's it, sweetheart," Yoongi cooed. "Let it all out. How good does it feel?"

"Mmmmm, Yoongi," she gasped. "That feels amazing."

The corners of his lips turned up at her tone of voice. He moved his hands to her thigh and massaged out the aches along her quads and hamstrings. Every inch of her body was heavenly against his fingertips and he silently thanked the Universe for allowing him to bring her some ease. Each groan and gasp evidence of the stress and tension lying dormant in her muscles, and Yoongi was determined to vanquish those demons from her body by any means necessary.

She works too hard. I doubt I can slow her down, but maybe I can convince her to take a day to just recover.

Yoongi ran his fingers along her leg one last time and placed a kiss on the top of her knee before placing it back into the water. Y/N’s eyes fluttered at the intimate gesture and she was thankful for the warmth of the water masking the flush creeping across her skin. As Yoongi moved around to the other side of the tub, Y/N lifted her other leg out of the water. He repeated his motions to the newly revealed limb.

“Yoongi, your hands,” Y/N mewled softly. “They’re just, just-”

“Just what, sweetheart,” Yoongi smirked while pressing his thumb across the arch of her foot.

“Magnificent,” Y/N groaned in response. “Magical, Heaven-sent, ugh, pick an adjective.”

He chuckled as he moved on to her other thigh and soon found himself distracted by the sliver of pink that was tracing a line across her lips as he massaged. That devilish tongue would be his undoing if he didn’t find some way to keep his lewd thoughts at bay.

“Hey,” Yoongi piped up. “We never finished our conversation from the other night.”

Y/N’s eyes blinked open and shifted over to Yoongi’s face. The man was deep in concentration as he massaged her thigh, not revealing any hint of an ulterior motive as his fingers danced inches away from her center. Y/N tried not to think about it, but the way Yoongi’s fingers felt on her skin was incredible and her mind wondered what they would feel like elsewhere.

Yoongi, you’re such a tease.

“Which conversation?” Y/N replied calmly. “The one about our old flames? I think we finished up that depressing bit of information.”

Yoongi kissed her other knee and placed it back in the water, then moved to the back of the tub so he could massage her shoulders. He placed his hands along her neck and began soothing out the tension she was holding. Her satisfied hum made him smile, knowing that he was helping her in some small way. Encouraged by her compliance, he continued the conversation.

“No, not that one,” Yoongi grinned. “We were talking about our pets. I was telling you about my dog Holly, and you were talking about that ferret you used to have in college. What was her name?”

“Oh, yeah, Freya,” Y/N sighed. “I should’ve named her Loki. That little fur nugget was always getting into trouble around my apartment.”

“What do you mean?” Yoongi asked while moving his hands to massage her shoulders. “What would she do?”

“What wouldn’t she do?” you laughed. “She would hide my keys, take the insoles out of my shoes, roll around in my clean laundry, hide in drawers, you name it. She was a menace!”

“That actually sounds really cute,” Yoongi giggled. “I can just imagine you getting all flustered over little things like that and yelling at a ferret.”

“She would actually chitter back at me,” Y/N pouted. “Like she was mad that I was yelling at her. Gods, I miss her.”

Yoongi hummed in response and started massaging along Y/N’s shoulder blades which had her moaning loudly and leaning forward in the tub. Her exposed back shimmered with scented water and suds, and Yoongi licked his lips at all that naked skin. He continued massaging the knots he felt in her upper back while admiring the smooth expanse of skin before his eyes.  

“Yoongi,” Y/N gasped. “Can you go back left a bit? There’s a knot there that I can’t seem to get on my own.”

His deft fingers went in search of the offending intruder in her muscle and when she groaned and tensed her shoulder, he knew he’d found it. After a few moments of digging into that one spot, Yoongi finally relented and pulled her back to lean against the tub. The suds across her chest slipped lower and lower until her full breasts were on display, glistening in the brightness of the overhead lighting. Yoongi gulped and tried to pull his eyes away from them, but the sudden exposure to the air tightened her nipples. The twin peaks stiffened and called out to Yoongi. His fingers twitched and he had to lick his lips yet again.

“Y-Yoongi?” Y/N stuttered. “Are you ok?”

She turned her head to look at him and caught the bright pink spreading across his cheeks, the dilating pupils fixated on her exposed bosom, and the way he swiped his tongue across his lips hungrily. He snapped out of it when he realized that he’d been caught staring, and he cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “I shouldn’t be looking at you like that.”

“Why?” Y/N murmured. “What if I want you to look at me like that?”

“I’d say that you’ve been through enough the last couple of days,” Yoongi retorted. “I shouldn’t even be thinking about stuff like that. You need to rest.”

“What if I don’t want to rest?” she whispered seductively. “What if what I really need is a little tender care? Would you be willing to give me that, Yoongi?”

Yoongi blew out a huff of frustration. His heart said she needed to rest, his mind argued that she was a grown woman and a professional scientist who knew her body better than he did, and his dick was twitching to life, begging to be touched, specifically by her. It was difficult to decide who was going to win this argument. Maybe they needed to settle this the old-fashioned way?

안내면 친구 가위 바위 보 (ahn naemyeon jin guh, gawi bawi bo!)

Before Yoongi could see who played what in his mental Rock, Paper, Scissors game, Y/N’s fingertips tracing the line of his erection in his pants brought him back into the moment. He groaned at her soft touch, but he couldn’t let this be about him.

If she needs this to relax, then that’s what I have to do. But this can’t be about me. I just have to focus on her.

“Y/N,” Yoongi replied huskily. “If you want me to take care of you, then you can’t touch me, babe.”

“No touching?” Y/N pouted. “That’s no fun.”

Yoongi gathered her fingertips away from his crotch and pressed tender kisses into her palm before placing it on the edge of the tub. He reached into the water, and she shivered in anticipation. He pulled her other hand out of the water and placed it on the other edge of the tub. She narrowed her eyes at Yoongi and he just shot her a big gummy smile in response.

“Oh come on, now, sweetheart,” Yoongi tutted playfully. “If you want to play, this is the only way I’m going to do it. You’re all about consent, so I’m going to ask you. Are you willing to play by my rules?”

Y/N settled back against the tub and sighed heavily while drumming her fingertips along the edge of the tub. Yoongi crossed his arms and patiently waited for her response.

“What are the rules?” Y/N pouted. “Tell me what they are and then I’ll decide whether I want to play or not.”

“You’re a bratty one, huh?” Yoongi smirked. “Well, you have to keep your hands on the edge of the tub at all times, you have to tell me if anything starts to hurt or if you feel dizzy or sick, and just for fun, I want you to talk to me the entire time.”

“The entire time?” Y/N whined. “What the hell am I supposed to talk about?”

“Whatever you want,” Yoongi grinned. “I’ll help you out if you need talking points.”

“Hmmmm,” Y/N debated. “Ok, I think I can agree to those terms. I consent, Min Yoongi. Now what?”

Yoongi’s smirk intensified and he tossed a folded towel on the floor before kneeling on it behind Y/N. His hot breath on her neck sent goosebumps rippling across her body, and she sighed sweetly when he pressed a big kiss on her shoulder. When his tongue laved up the side of her neck, she inhaled sharply and gripped the edges of the tub tightly.

“Ah, Yoongi,” she gasped.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Yoongi teased while nipping at her earlobe. “Is my girl a little sensitive right now?”

Y/N could only nod as Yoongi continued kissing along her neck and shoulders, nibbling every so often to draw small whimpers out of her. His hands made another glorious appearance on her shoulders and he massaged them lightly before sliding forward and cupping her bare breasts. Yoongi gently explored Y/N’s curves, pausing only a moment to pull slightly at her stiffened nipples. Y/N’s hips rolled in response and Yoongi kissed her flushed cheek before licking at the shell of her ear.

“Your breasts are so beautiful, Y/N,” Yoongi drawled. “They fit so well in my hands. Look at those pert nipples, just begging for more attention. Should I give them what they want, sweetheart?”

She nodded more enthusiastically while a small whine tumbled out of her lips. Yoongi shook his head and bit down on her shoulder, transforming the whine to a yelp.

“Remember my rules, sweetheart?” Yoongi reminded her. “You have to keep talking while I play. Why don’t you tell me more about why you decided to work in a technology field alongside genetic engineering? I’m sure that wasn’t an easy choice.”

“U-u-umm,” Y/N answered unsteadily. “It happened by accident, actually.”

Yoongi shifted his body along the edge of the tub until his hands brushed across the top of Y/N’s clenched fingers on the edge. He dipped his head lower until he could pull one of her nipples between his lips, suckling gently as the scent of citrus and lavender invaded his senses. He released the nipple with an audible pop. He looked back up at Y/N and her eyes were bolstering full of undiluted desire. He’d barely touched her, but the look on her face spoke volumes about how riled up she was.

“An accident, you say?” Yoongi smirked. “How does something like that happen by accident?”

He reached over to give the other nipple a little attention with his fingers while his tongue snaked out and flicked across the nipple closest to him. He withheld a triumphant chuckle as he watched her fingers whiten from the intensity of her grip on the tub.

“I, ah, well,” Y/N continued. “I took a bio-engineering class out of curiosity during my senior year, and I, ah, ended up loving it.”

Yoongi reached over and grabbed a large natural sponge from the basket next to the tub and dipped it into the water, gathering a large amount of water. When it fully swelled with liquid, Yoongi pulled it out and started dribbling warm fragrant water across Y/N’s chest, causing her to buck her hips slightly. After each waterfall, his other hand continued to stroke her breasts, always paying special attention to her precious nubs.

“Really?” Yoongi mused. ‘What did you love about it, babe?”

Yoongi started brushing the sponge gently across her skin and Y/N found the rough texture to be invigorating. Her legs started rubbing together under the water, and Yoongi tracked the motion and smirked.

“It was, ah, it was,” Y/N attempted to speak. “It was fascinating. All the, ah, things you could create using a-a-artificial tissues and fluids. I just, ah, I just w-wanted to learn MORE.”

As Y/N reached the word more, Yoongi had slipped his fingers into the water between her legs, lightly cupping her sex. He didn’t move at first, allowing Y/N to adjust to his touch, albeit not without clenching her thighs together and whining in protest.

“You couldn’t give me a warning, Yoongi?” Y/N pouted. “I almost screamed.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Yoongi chuckled. “Besides, I’m the only one here. Who else would be touching you, sweetheart?”

She could only pout at him in response and he leaned forward to kiss her lips. He pecked at her lips until she started to kiss him back and then he pulled away with a smirk.

“So you wanted to learn more, huh?” Yoongi nodded. “That sounds like the start of a real passion. You picked two insanely competitive fields to work in, babe. I’m floored by the amount of success you’ve been able to achieve.”

“You’re one to talk,” she shot back. “You’re in the music industry, aren’t youuuuuuuu?”

Y/N’s words transitioned into desperate mewls as Yoongi started dipping his fingers across her slick folds. His pace was painstakingly slow and Y/N canted her hips forward, trying to get more friction from him. He pulled his hand away to her thigh and pushed her back down with a chuckle.

“You have to hold still, sweetheart,” Yoongi growled softly. “Now, why don’t you tell me about what it was like working in Japan when you first arrived. That had to be a lot different from your life in America.”

“It was,” Y/N gritted out as Yoongi’s hands slipped back into her folds. “I already had experience c-c-commuting by train in N-New York, ah, but Japan was so different. It was so, ah, high tech.”

Yoongi started moving his fingers a little faster, toying with her clit until she squeaked out a moan.

“Tell me more,” Yoongi insisted. “What was the first thing you ate when you moved to Japan?”

“Sushi,” Y/N gasped out. “I had lots and lots of sushi. Gods, your fingers, I can’t get over how incredible they are.”

“They’re not bad,” Yoongi teased. “What about your apartment in Tokyo? What was that like?”

Yoongi reached over with his other hand and started playing with her breasts and nipples again, extending the amount of tingling sensations assaulting her body. Her breath was shaky and she was biting down on her bottom lip which had Yoongi enthralled.

“It was nice,” Y/N whined while fidgeting against the back of the tub, her hands clamped onto the sides of the tub like vice grips. “Small, but very nice.

Yoongi dragged his fingernails between her breasts, leaving a soft pink trail in their wake. It wasn’t rough enough to leave  marks behind, but the sight just spurred Yoongi’s lust forward. The shift in sensation had Y/N gasping for breath, and Yoongi increased the speed on Y/N’s clit for good measure.

“Ah, Yoongi,” she moaned. “I’m getting close.”

“You are?” Yoongi asked. “I didn’t realize you were so sensitive. Well, then, I guess I should help you get closer, yeah?”

“Yes, please,” Y/N begged. “Please, I need more, Yoongi.”

Yoongi leaned in and captured her lips, stroking her tongue with his own. He plunged two fingers into Y/N’s aching center and continued stimulating her clit with his thumb. Between his formidable tongue and his nimble fingers, Y/N didn’t stand a chance. She was quickly swept away in a current of pure bliss as a powerful orgasm crested across her body and rolled along her nerve endings in exhilarating pulses. It was different from the orgasms she’d experienced with the others. This was softer as it flowed through her body, and the afterglow left her feeling hazy and warm. Yoongi worked her through the aftershocks of the orgasm and then slowly moved his hands up to cup her cheeks while he continued to kiss her. He gave her one last lingering kiss and then pulled away to grab a towel from the stack to dry his hands.

“How are we doing, sweetheart?” Yoongi asked. “Are you ok? Anything I should be concerned about?”

Y/N sighed and stretched out her limbs in the tub with a happy squeal. Yoongi giggled at the glee evident on her face, and he grabbed a large fluffy towel from the stack.

“Ok, ok,” he expressed with satisfaction. “ Come on, get out of the tub before you start getting all pruney. Be sure you give yourself one last swipe with that sponge though. Someone was a bad girl and got herself dirty again.”

She rolled her eyes and cleaned up between her legs before standing up. The sound of the water cascading down her body was a temptation in and of itself. She rose up from the tepid bath looking like Aphrodite emerging from the pink sea foam, and the sight made Yoongi’s throat dry up instantly. He stepped forward so she could brace her hands on his shoulders while stepping out of the tub. Once she was once again on solid ground, Yoongi wrapped her body in the soft warm Egyptian cotton. Her light giggle caught him off guard and he tilted his head in confusion at her.

“The last time you put a towel on me, you were running away afterward,” Y/N reminded him with a grin. “I’m just hoping you don’t leave me hanging this time.”

Yoongi’s cheeks and ears were drenched in red as he remembered their last embarrassing encounter in her room. He pouted at her giggles, but only succeeding in multiplying them when she saw the adorable look on his face.

Desperate to silence her mocking laughter, Yoongi pulled on Y/N’s covered hips and pushed her against the bathroom wall, stifling her laughter with a yelp. He held her hip in place with one hand and gripped her chin firmly with the other. There was a moment of electric tension between them before Yoongi seized her lips with his own and had her moaning into his mouth within seconds. His hands slid up her sides and buried themselves into her hair as he continued to own her mouth with his lips and tongue. Once he felt her legs start to buckle, he pulled back and pressed his forehead against hers with a chuckle.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Yoongi breathed out. “That bratty little mouth of yours is going to get you into a lot of trouble one of these days.”

“Promise?” Y/N gasped out cheekily, still reeling from the symphony he’d played on her body.

Yoongi unleashed another brilliant gummy smile at her request and kissed her lips again, only softer and with an undercurrent of emotion attached to it. When he finally broke the kiss, he nipped at her nose before grabbing the towel to dry her off a little better.

“Why don’t you finish drying yourself off while I clean up this mess and get your pajamas, sweetheart?” Yoongi offered. “Then we can put you back in bed before I bring Hoseok-ah in to see you, yeah?

Y/N nodded happily in agreement and watched Yoongi empty the tub, put away the bath items, and gather up her penguin themed pajama set. Even though they had yet to share a transaction, she felt closer to Yoongi than anyone else in the dorm. There was just no way to explain the unbelievable comfort she felt when she was with him, and he was always so conscious of her needs and desires. It was unlike any other relationship she’d experienced before, and that was including the handful of exes she had in her past. The fuzzy feeling in her brain made her sigh out with some inexplicable emotion.

Oh, Yoongi. What are you doing to me?

After getting the bathroom sorted out and Y/N back into clean pajamas, Yoongi led her back to the bed and tucked her in. He’d already texted Hoseok to explain what was going on, so he knew that his brothers were expecting an update in person from him.

“I have to go talk to the guys for a bit, babe,” Yoongi explained. “Get comfy and watch TV or something until I get back. I promise I won’t be gone long.”

Y/N pulled on his shirt and pouted, which Yoongi quickly kissed away. Their intimacy was becoming second nature, and a small part of Yoongi’s brain screamed at him to not get attached so easily. There were so many factors in play and he couldn’t afford to get swept away by romantic notions.

Not yet.

“Stay in bed and rest, sweetheart,” he demanded. “You’re still not at 100% and that diagnostic machine hasn’t sent you alerts yet, has it?”

“Nope, not yet,” Y/N replied while checking her phone. “I will let you know when it does.”

“Ok, I’ll be right back,” Yoongi assured her while booping her nose playfully. “Stay here.”

After stealing one last kiss from Y/N, Yoongi slipped into his slippers and walked into the hallway. The darkness of the hallway was unsettling, but the sound of voices coming from the kitchen comforted him. It was time to talk to his brothers.

I just hope they aren’t too mad at me.

Author’s Note: It’s been SO LONG since I went back to this fic, and I’m glad I finally did. I really missed these characters. Luckily, they were patiently waiting for me to continue the story. I hope you enjoy this latest update. Summer break is coming up soon, so I hope to get a LOT more writing done. Happy reading, everyone! Thank you to @xxxille-girlxxx (my soulmate-Goguma) for Beta reading this for me. BORAHAE!!!

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Peripheral Masterlist

@caught-in-a-seesaw-stigma​ MASTERLIST

[shabba-zams]

I'M NO MANIAC

Hold big regard for kinship, tradition and culture, I could give a lecture

I'm sky high - herbivore, like a turkey vulture I'm a carnivore

Canibal, I mean omnivore coz I love greens, like Popeye And Spinach, I lick bean

Flick flick, root Chakra, keep you grounded, kiss your forehead, illumination

Wham bam, burn incense this instant

Smoke in house, reminisce about my late aunt, Eugenia

Healing from a heartbreak of a love that never happened

Should never happen, wait what just happened?

You a bad bitch, downward doggy, hit it from the back, is that good B?

Meow-moo, look at that arch, Doja, Cat-Cow mi amor

Heart's aching, beneath I'm hurting although surface looks perfect

Instantly regretting the mistake I made, egghead getting laid

I was broke, couldn't think straight, Im still great, it's just that I hate

Constantly stressing, hope you not late, I'm Wylin, red fox

Sorry mate, don't put me on the spot unless we hot box

You a hot mess, you burn, guilt trip, in hell I burn, 12 stroke soul snatcher, soul searching,N2O, inhale, I burn, I'm trippin

My goodness, Zulu goddess, Tsonga royalty in her DNA, your highness hello, hi, my love I profess

Pussy power tricking, that tightness, finesse crazy like madness, she drippin

Her cookie jar I'm Double dippin, like yes ya, I praise ya, I'm smitten

You praise Ja, pet name for your small pussy... Poor lil kitten

Obsessed With fitness, admire her loyalty, I stay under her spell

First We gel, then repel, we then rebel, plz say you could not tell I fell for you girl!

I confess, your strange quirks remind me of my old ex

Guardian angel, I see your halo, okay bye! In darkness you my star

Naledi always shine bright, never dim light, eyes can adjust right?

No girl, tell me how could I not fall for you girl?

If I see you all day and night? Medicate then meditate

Last and first light I see you, it's hard to wake me up, ICU

Namaste, send u love and light. Hugging u gud nyt then imma go unless it's midnight, my pants is tight right and u hug me tight tight cutie, in my ear, QTip, u whisper get the light, deep throat  gimme the green light, tonight you looking so tasty

It's not right, lockdown got me all thirsty, see, I'm nasty

I'll eat you out, gimme a big tip, face chair, take a sit please

Gangsta champagne, notorious bubbles I sip sip, are you pleased?

You a tall glass of sexy B, I mean u sassy B, sexy beast I gotta drink, drunk

In love with your positive energy, you love the inner me and you know I'm not the enemy, I love you

Juju, like bad energy, shoo shoo, telling me to go, I don't go

Feeling ur feng shui imbalance, tryinna find balance, yoga

So much green in my blood stream, feelin like Hulk or Yoda

I'm 1 with the force, a gulf stream directing ur flow, go

Heavy flow that weigh a ton, period. I go deep, you flow deep like the Nile, you lovin it

Tid bit in denial, plz don't judge unless you take a 9 mile walk if the shoe fit

Wise mentor, needed to blow off steam, oh no you make me sing, I never meant to...

I'm spiritual, Ultralight beam, living the life of Pablo, green

I see no light, stuck in the dark, this don't feel right

Fight what I feel, fight! I know you like what I write, right? I'm still Steve like Biko, because I write what I like

You're spiritual, Ivy crown it'll be alright, fight!

Where you been? Spiritual journey, Wrote you a song of love, don't panic, it's platonic agape kind

You're kind, im sorry, please forgive me, God bless us

Never meant to sex ya, sext ya, yes ya I never meant to

Hurt ya, my day 1 let me be in your team, I'm your hype man and you my wing man, who knew, man?

I'm a new man, never wanna be in u ma'am, that's Truman, like Harry

Like Harriet, You talk truth ma'am, ur woke now, mental slavery chain breaker

Lead, take leash, give me my freedom, Tubman. Ass like Baartman, I'm joking, I'm through man!

Is it true man? You got a new man?

I'm glad you found uThando & Peace!

I see your glow in the dark , I watch you grow, from head to toe

Lock down, No sexercise, just exercise, oblique workout, body shaping up, you shake shit up

Look down, fvck shit up, I fantasize under the mistletoe, kiss kiss that phat pet peeve,

I mean the size of that cameltoe, kiss kiss like it's NYs Eve

Family Feud like Steve, We lip lock, she bad bad like Eve

Stuck with you like gridlock, bad bitch my ride or die!

The love you show, I dunno who to tell that u just ring my bell

Blue balls, plain torture, ungshaya ding dong, that just rings wrong

Playing mind games like ping pong, saw my dp then ask for my dick pic like "Big Z u got big dick print"

I tell her to quit playin and show her it's just resting, I'm a grower

Picture a Big black gun in your hand, click glock

Lick big black cock in my hand, and get a big tip

Love your big tats,small tits, nip slip, vrm vrm, you own me like pinkslip

4 play lick clit, that pink pink

Big lie like, just the tip, truth is I just wanted to hit twice, then dip twice like, dip dip

Double Pussy grip, like grip grip

Our late night tap dance routine like

Double tap like, tip-clit-grip-grip, skip, tip-clit-grip-grip

Sending mixed signals, wearing no bra, black tank top, Grey gym pants, exciting my BBC then saying NO BRA!

Apple bong is crack bong, big flop wearing your pink flip flops, I need a drink,J walk drunk, hit, bong, bang, drive, buy smoke, fly, sky, high five, YouTube The Fives, whats the matter? GBV

All lives including those you call low lives matter, no 1 deserves murder.

Deep chats kid, Katt Williams crack me up, have a break Kit Kat

I'm a lil sad but real glad u not mad at me brick brack, red fox

Need my quick fix, Red on Netflix like Raymond, cross you off my hitlist, at least at last, the blacklist, NBC

No chick flicks miss, unless you aiming to get this, BBC

I don't aim, shoot shot once and don't miss, easy, ABC

Cupid tryinna shoot me dead but misz, shit shot, no Mrs, thank God

Thot thought she a hot shot coz she smoke pot, no BS she not hot

Cold as horse shit that's not hot, bust a nut, I might not

I'm a lit lad who thinks they a big bad, Wolf, with a sick head

You heard? Sometimes it's hard when u in my bed, think with other head instead like getting head

Play dead after I beat meat, you knock-knock, I'm cumin, you come in, your bad timing is not charming

I see myself in you, pun intended, idea planted in my head

For real tho, I see your hoeish ways, long gone are my hoeish days

Sometimes I think u poison like Ivy, I'm batman, no avengers

Scavengers, a mad woman and a bad man, Savages in our own league

First punch throwers, they hate us, crack bong hitters, they not us, we avenge us,

You lead, I school ya, screw ya, liquids in ur insides like IV

Drip drip, said fuck it, big deal, do u even care how I feel? Bad state of mind, took shrumz, now I'm havin a bad trip

Craving a road trip, cruze down memory lane, replay bad clip, is it weird that I loved that silhouette video? Press play

Get liquid withit

Going toe-to-toe, I kill and bury Big Trill, made my 1st mil

Then blew it, dead lyricist, I'm just a ghost writer

I see changes, a stoner girl turn to a rave girl as the nyt ages

I once told her, trust the rock of ages like John

Serial killer with rage on Pages, I was angry at God like Sean

Now i'm easy like solving for X- Kid'o,

That's annoying, ward off tiny mosquito

Go against me, that's a non starter, kiss my ass lips

I talk shit, no stutter or slight lisp like L-Tido

In the city of gold its all or nothing, that's a no brainer

No brain huh? Black lip bastard, faith like mustard seed

Don't call me bastard, transform to Luke Cage then hit rib Cage like

Nicholas, can't stop me like an urban legend... Ghost rider

I sound fictitious like ghost busters, but I'm quite real like Klingon

I stick like glue, here's a clue:

Day of the week: Monday

Feeling: baby Blue and itchy

Scratch my balls I'm jiggy, sweet melanin black queen like B

Fluent in your love language B, catch 22, paradoxical

Hypocritical, stereotypical, philosophical.

[somelazysundays]

He’s going to love this, Stella immediately told herself when she pulled out the fresh red by red apple pie. Closing her eyes, she inhaled the sweet aroma of the perfectly golden pie. No sooner, the whole house would start smelling like apple pie on steroids so she had to work quick, otherwise Beelzebub would gorge down the entire pie. Delicately, she divided the pie into equal sized slices, placing two of them into a pink box with a window on top and folds with cat ears as its handles. She packaged the rest individually and went on to deposit them in each housemates’ room, they can decide when they want to eat it. Grabbing a black Sharpie and lime green post-it, she wrote ‘For my lil’ meow meow, with love!’ Stella finishes it off with a star at the end before she double checked that all appliances are off prior to leaving the house to find Satan.

Stella checked her gold watch, the one Satan got her for her birthday, it read ‘4:12.’ Usually he was still in the library at this time and she knew just where to go. As she headed off to the library, Stella holds the box delicate towards her chest without a worry in the world. She’s thinking about what he’ll be doing the moment he comes into view. He’ll probably be reading a book about astrophysics from the human realm, or a book about cats. That would go so well with this cat themed box.

Except that didn’t happen. She stopped in her tracks.

From the distance Stella stood from, she could see Satan but not his expression which displayed annoyance. Meanwhile, there were a few lesser demon girls that surrounded him and it was clear they were asking for his attention. One of them played with his messy blonde hair while another wrapped herself around one of his arms. Another stood right in front of him, forcing him to look right at her face. 

Stella’s heart dropped. Of course he would have girls around him, Satan’s not only sexy but he’s smart, and knowledge is sexy. Meanwhile, looking down at herself, she didn’t have prominently distinguishing features. She dressed nothing like those female demons, she didn’t feel comfortable showing skin. Her hair was just plain, naturally honey brown. And most importantly, she was weak. She didn’t have wings or powers of any sort. 

She couldn’t do anything but leave. 

The best thing she could do at that moment was just leave before she caused a scene. She put the box down on the ground and took one last look at Satan before going home. She’ll feel better once she lays down and takes a nap, she thought to herself.

Meanwhile, a blur moved from Satan’s peripherals. When he finally focused in, he caught familiar strands of honey brown hair slowly fading behind the bushes, a pink box on the ground. Forcefully, he stood up and walked away from the lesser demons to go pick up the box. His once annoyance now turned into restlessness, the star a major indicator of who just witnessed what had happened. He didn’t bother getting his stuff before he ran off. 

He literally unfolded what happened within a span of a minute, so how hard could finding Stella be? Satan stopped to think. Stella tends to stay to herself, and nowhere in Devildom is safe for a human alone. So, she must be returning to the house. 

When Satan reached the gate outside surrounding the house, he didn’t see Stella. He ran around the block a few more times to make sure he didn’t miss anything. Then suddenly, an audible sigh was heard and he perked his ears up, turning towards that direction. 

And there she was, crouched down in the middle of the garden Satan himself help set up. A mixture of tulips and roses, Stella was really the missing flower to complete the garden. Satan couldn’t help but smile to himself at the sight of her being surrounded by his flowers. Taking another moment to take in the sight in front of him, he made his way over to her. 

When his steps grew louder, Stella looked up, confused. She gave her eyes a quick rub before asking, “Satan, what are you doing here?”

Satan felt terrible. He never had any intentions to hurt anyone and he should’ve just told those damn lesser demons off the moment they tried to come up on him. In his heart, Stella was his only one. How could she not be? She was the sweetest whenever there’s tension, the most understanding about his anger issue, and always did little things like these for not just him but the whole house of people they cohabited with. “I’m sorry.” He started, before walking closer towards her. “I know what you saw just now and trust me, those girls meant nothing to me, truly.”

As her face reddened, Stella stammered, “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t see anything.”

He pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her, to protect her, as he rested his chin on top of her head. “You don’t have to lie, let it all out. You have every right to be angry.” He chuckled, continuing, “at least between us, one of us can manage their anger well.”

And there it was, Stella couldn’t hold back anymore and her tears freely flowed. It reminded Satan that even though he was a strong demon and one of the seven rulers of Devildom, the one thing that can bring him down is if the one he loves is sad or in pain. He wouldn’t know what to do if Stella lost her bright and bubbly personality. “I-I’m sorry.” She apologized when the sobbing ceased and she tried pulling away but he held her tighter.

He gently smoothed her long strands. “It’s okay, you have nothing to apologize for. I’m sorry.” This time, he stepped back to look at Stella in the eyes, and he can tell she feels lighter immediately. “I know a way I can fix this.”

Stella dries her eyes by wiping them with her arm. “How?”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” 

Stella froze, unsure if she heard correctly. “Wh-what do you mean?”

“You’re the only one I want. Nobody else means as much to me as you do. You’re so beautiful and you don’t even know it. You don’t try, I mean, you don’t need to. I’m comfortable and I feel loved and wanted by you. Now, I want to love you as a man should love a woman.” Satan grinned, leaning forward a bit, their faces are about the same level. “So Stella, will you be my girlfriend?”

He’s almost knocked out of air as Stella tackles him into a hug, one where she has to jump and wrap her legs around his waist since Satan is so tall compared to her. “Yes, Satan.” She laughs into his ears, a beautiful melody Satan can’t wait to hear more of. “A thousand times yes.”

They now face each other and look intently into each other’s eyes, nothing short of love. When Satan feels Stella not backing away, he closes his eyes and kisses her softly. Closing her eyes as well, Stella allows all these feelings to sink in, seeing if she was ready for all of this at once. And she was. She began deepening the kiss. 

They pull apart, gasping for air, twinkles in both of their eyes. “But can you try the red by red apple pie first? I need to know your thoughts! And if it’s good and you need more, I had leftovers but I’m not sure if Beel ate them all.”

Chuckling, Satan grabbed the box with one hand and the other entwined with his new girlfriend. “Of course babe.”

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what was supposed to be a short but ended up longer than I imagined because my creative flow is going. back to hibernating for a few days/weeks/months before I write another piece

[jeonsduck]

Smoke and Mirrors pt 5

a/n: Y/N meets the guys 

warnings: uhhh, fever symptoms, things get a lil steamy at the end

After the day you’d had, you fell asleep long before your usual bedtime, and well into the next morning. It was Sunday, so it’s not like anything mattered. Noodles was tucked under your arm and San had his arm thrown over your waist. You didn’t remember going to bed, but you probably passed out from emotional distress sometime last night between crying and kissing the man in your bed. You zoned out tracing the stylistic tattoo wrapped over San’s shoulder. It looked familiar, but you couldn’t quite place why. It was blurry in your eyesight and San shifted, humming in your ear.

“Y/N? Are you awake?”

You hummed an affirmative noise, which bothered Noodles, him meowing and hopping off the bed. 

“How are you feeling today? You wanna tell me about what happened?” San asked, propping his head up on his palm. 

He looked down at your, shadowy and muted in the cloudy light coming in from your window. His hand cupped around your waist, his thumb rubbing small slow circles into your skin.

“Jacob is dead.” you said plainly.

San’s eyebrows knit, leaning closer.

“The guy you went to dinner with earlier?” San asked for clarification.

“Yeah, we weren’t super close or anything, but we were friends at work, ya know? Kinda the only person in the whole office that wasn’t a total dick to me.” you explained, watching the ceiling fan go in circles.

“Your friend? You weren’t dating?” he asked.

You chuckled shaking your head.

“Nah, just friends. I think Jacob might have a had abit of a crush on me, but there wasn’t anything going on.” you confirmed.

San swallowed audibly, and sat up abruptly. He ran his hands through his hair like he was stressed out. You furrowed your eyebrows and sat up with him. It was your friend that died, so why was he so torn up. Suddenly, he pulled you into his arms, wrapping you up completely in a hug.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry…” he started, and you patted him on the back awkwardly.

“It's not your fault San. But thank you anyway. Thank you for taking care of me yesterday too.” you said, pulling back.

San smiled awkwardly, it not quite reaching his eyes.

“Of course, anything for you.” he says.

“Is it weird to ask you to leave? I want to be alone for a little while.” you asked and San nodded vigorously.

“Whatever you need. Call me if you need anything, I’ll always answer.” San said, and pecked you on the forehead before slipping out of bed.

You heard him say goodbye to Noodles and the front door shut and lock before you flopped back down on your bed. You spent a few more hours vegging out in bed before you finally dragged yourself out of bed. You cleaned the apartment in a daze and then put on some mindless TV with Noodles on your lap. 

You took a shower and went to bed on time. You thought about taking time off from work, but who knows when Jacob’s funeral was going to be and it would dredge up the same emotions all over again. So you packed up all your sadness and angst and packed it away to deal with when the day came. 

The next day you got dressed, fed Noodles, and San drove you to work. The bodyguards weren’t in the car, and you didn’t comment on it. The air in the car was stale and neither of you made the effort to make conversation. You had a bit of a sore throat and your back hurt. You were dozing off in the passenger seat and didn't even realize until San was shaking you awake at the office.

“Y/N, maybe you should take the day off…” he tried but you shook your head.

“I’ll be fine.” you brushed him off climbing out of the car.

For most of the day you were fine. You weren’t particularly sad or anything, just tired. You could look at some numbers, you didn’t need to waste your vacation time on this. Or so you thought.

The numbers on the ledgers kept swimming in front of your face and nothing was making sense. You tried to take your notes to the best of your ability, but nothing was making sense. You laid your head down against the table, closing your eyes and breathing hard. Colors flashed behind your eyelids and you felt light-headed. What the hell was going on? 

You decided to take a quick breather with your head lying against the cool material of the desk, but it warmed up quickly, and somehow you got the idea in your head to lie on floor. When you stood up, you automatically became faint, your knees buckling and bringing you to the floor. You yelped and knocked down a few binders on the way down. 

The noise of the heavy binders hitting the floor alerted Keran, and she came to check on you.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” she asked, helped you back into your chair. You caught sight of her tattoo again. 

“You and San have similar tattoos.” you mumbled.

“Here, put your head between your knees, I’ll get San. And a glass of water.” she said, making sure you were stable before leaving.

San came rushing into the room a moment later, kneeling in front of you and taking your face in his hands. He brushed your hair from your face, trying to catch your eyes.

“Y/N? Can you hear me?” 

You hummed an affirmative, nodding your head almost made you tip over.

“Here, boss.” Keran returned, handing San a paper cup of water for you. He held the drink up to your lips and you drank it quickly. 

“Did you eat yesterday?” he asked and you nodded gently.

“Does your head hurt? What’s wrong?” San asked. 

He sounded calm but was actually freaking out.

“My back hurts, and my throat is kind of sore. It’s hot.” you mumbled.

San realized that you were sweating profusely, but you still had your coat on. He quickly stripped it from you, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. Then he cupped your neck with both hands, feeling your temperature.

“You’re burning up baby…” he said worried.

You were too out of it to react to him calling you baby, squinting at him as your eyesight blurred suddenly.

“Why’d you take my coat, s’cold now.” you muttered, swaying in your seat.

“Probably a bad fever, you should take them to the hospital.” Keran said, and it sounded like she was speaking underwater.

“Tell the guys to get the car.” San ordered, and scooped you up in his arms bridal style.

 The change in position made you dizzy and you squeezed your eyes closed to fight off the nausea. 

“You’re strong…” you commented out loud.

San chuckled, carrying you out to the parking lot. He buckled you into the back seat and called his doctor while the guards drove you to the hospital. 

The next 72 hours passed in a general haze of colors, sounds, and smells. You recalled San feeding you some kind of soup, stumbling into the wall on your way to the bathroom, and lots and lots of Powerade.

“This is what you get for sitting out in the rain for 20 minutes like a goose.” San reprimanded, but you just sneezed on him in retaliation.

“That was on fucking purpose wasn’t it? Don’t pretend to be fever crazy now, you’re disgusting.” he whined, but you just rolled over and hid under the covers. 

On the third day, you were more sane, and Jacob’s funeral was happening in the morning. You were still too sick to attend the service, and you would have felt out of place with Jacob’s family and close friends there anyway. San was nice enough to help you get dressed and drive you out so you could at least leave some flowers on his grave and say your goodbyes. He even brought a bouquet himself to put on Jacob’s grave. Purple hyacinths. After that you’d come back home exhausted from just that short trip outside and passed out.

When you were finally feeling well enough to go back to work on the fourth day, San hit you with some interesting news.

“I think you should meet the guys.” he says.

You look at him eyes wide in shock.

“Who? You mean your friends?” you asked.

“Yeah, is that weird?” he laughed it off, but rather awkwardly.

“I mean, a little. Why does it sound like I’m meeting your parents or something?” you chuckled to diffuse the tension but San just looked nervous. 

“I mean, I know we can’t really do anything officially until you’re done with your investigation, but I thought maybe… maybe we had something going on between us but if I read that wrong-”, you cut him off before he could ramble any longer.

“No, you read it right. But yeah, we need to keep it professional until I finish this case.” you say.

“So, we can say it’s about the investigation if anyone asks. I just really want you to meet them without you being all nervous and jumpy. I have a lunch meeting with them on Friday if you want to tag along.” ho offers.

That sounds… nice. It’s probably a good idea to meet them in a setting that doesn’t absolutely terrify you. So you agree. If you were to pinpoint the exact moment your relationship with Choi San changed, this would be the moment. From then on, your relationship with San was purely unprofessional.

It was also another fatal mistake. You never should have met San’s other friends, letting the eight of them lull you into a false sense of security.

Friday came and you were nervous. Despite San’s assurances that they were really nice guys and that they’d love you, your mental images of his friends were still very dark, serious and scary. And just like when you first met San, they proved you completely wrong. 

For one, Kim Hongjoong didn’t look like a hardened mafia boss. He looked like the type of person you would see backstage at a fashion show, running the event. He was dressed eclectically, and you noticed some similarities to San’s style. The faux fur coat gave him a large silhouette considering he was a short man. His fingers were all covered in large rings, his top was silk, and your were sure his pants were so tight, if he had a quarter in his pocket you’d be able to tell if it was heads or tails. 

“You can blame San’s fashion literacy on me. He’s like a Barbie doll, he’ll wear whatever I throw at him.” Hongjoong said with a bright smile. Ah, so that explained it.

Park Seonghwa was a bit more striking, wearing all black and looking ab it like an angry storm cloud.

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N.” he said, shaking your hand.

“Don’t be so intimidated, Seonghwa’s a real softy, he just looks like that because he’s an Aries.” San whispered, and San whacked him on the shoulder.

“Shut up Sannie.” Seonghwa scolded and you looked at San with mirth in your eyes.

“Sannie?”

“He’s just being stupid. Here, talk to Mingi.” he said, pushing you towards the giant as he got into a spat with Seonghwa.

You looked at Mingi awkward without San’s hand resting comfortably at the small of your back.

“Hi, I’m Song Mingi, it’s nice to meet you.” he said, breaking into a bright smile. 

You automatically relaxed. Despite the fact that Mingi was dressed like he’d just stepped out of the Matrix, he was a huge softie. His business partner Yunho appeared, and they kind of looked like complete opposites, with Yunho dressed in a fluffy sweater and Mingi decked out in leather. 

San came back after you met Yunho, steering you to meet Yeosang. San had said he was kind of shy, which you could tell by the way he kept hiding behind his drink. He definitely didn’t look like the owner of multiple charities and jewelry companies. He looked like a fairy that wanted very much to be at home right now. 

Then it was Jongho. He was dressed like a stereotypical athlete, joggers and a hoodie, even in such a nice restaurant. You were sure they had a dress code, but maybe if you coached three Olympic martial arts teams, you got a free pass to wear slides instead of real shoes. Honestly, Jongho was the most intimidating, but that was mainly because you’d seen him pick up a table and threaten Yunho not ten minutes prior to meeting him. He laughed when you stuttered out your introduction.

“Oh, I promise, I’m not the one you should be afraid of.”  he says with a wink, sliding way before San can hit him.

“What was that about?” you ask but San just chuckles.

“He’s just joking. Come on I saved the best for last.” he says, leading you around the table.

The last one you meet is Wooyoung, San’s best friend. He smiles lopsidely when you approach, sweeping down into a bow and kissing the back of your palm.

“So you’re San’s latest obsession….. I can tell why he’s infatuated with you.” Wooyoung joked and San rolled his eyes.

“Quit playing around dude.” 

Wooyoung laugh, his face breaking out into a full smile. He hugs San, and when his shirt rides up you catch a glimpse of an intricate black tattoo on his side. Maybe he and San have matching tattoos? 

Lunch goes smoothly, with the boys teasing each other about inside jokes San explains into your ear. That being said, you’re not left out of the conversation at all. San has apparently been telling his friends a lot about you, and they have a lot of questions. You try to answer them all to the best of your ability but you’re feeling a bit overwhelmed. San must do or say something that tips them off, because they start toning it down. 

Hongjoong is the only one to ask about the investigation, jokingly asking if you think they’re really triad members. You laugh along, saying that Jongho seems a little sketchy. It must be the right answer, because it earns you a round of laughter from the table. 

After the meal while San is fetching your coats, Yeosang approaches you. You’re suprised, considering how quiet he is.

“Be careful with San. He can be pretty…. One-track minded when it comes to relationships.” Yeosang says. 

“What do you mean?” you ask.

Yeosang shrugs, seeing San approaching you.

“He gets attached easily and quickly. Go slowly with him, or before you know it you’ll be moving way too fast.” he says, and walks away before San steps up behind you.

“Oh, Yeosang said something to you. Was he nice?” San asked, helping you into your coat.

“Uh, I guess?” 

San smiled and booped your nose with his finger. 

“Let’s get you home, hmm?” 

Get you home turns into coming u for a coffee, which turns into watching Netflix which turns into making out on your couch, which turns into making out in your bed, which turns into tearing each other’s clothes off and pressing hot kisses into each other’s mouths, and sucking dark red marks on San’s neck as his fingers leave bruises on your hips. You gasp against San’s mouth and he groans in the prettiest way when you grind your knee up against the bulge in his slacks.

“Slow down, you don’t want to start something you can’t finish babe.” San hums.

The other night when you asked San to distract you, you’d stopped at heavy petting keeping it above the belt and PG-13. Tonight, there were no such boundaries and San seemed intent on making one thing very clear: you belonged to him.

[dreamingwithbts]

Lil Meow Meow Idol Vlive

Genre: Idol!Au; Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Idol!Reader

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I'm Y/N, I'm a rapper for the new girl group of Bighit but I know BTS for a long time and I was recently exposed to the world as Suga girlfriend with our consent of course, right now im in the hotel room with the boys in Japan for their concert, watching them playing some kind of game, I was laughing filming them when I got a notification of Yoongi doing a live.

I look to the others seeing the notification and laugh hard when Jimin gets up fast running to Yoongi hotel room while me and the others see the live watching Jimin knocking on his door and Yoongi ignoring him completely.

I watch Jimin coming back to our room pouting. "He ignored me." "Sorry Chimmy!" I say hugging him, and they all went back to playing the game while I watch his live.

Taking the opportunity of the distraction I leave the room to go to Yoongi room. I knock on the door and I hear him complaining and getting up. "Hey. I thought you were Jimin again. Come on." He says opening the door smiling at me and hugging me, I enter the room and go in front of the screen while Yoongi closes the door and go seats. "Hi army!" I wave. "Continuing ..." Yoongi says continuing what he was saying to the army pulling me to his lap.

"Who is that? Is that Y/N? It was true?" Yoongi reads the comments. "Yes. This is my extremely popular girlfriend rapper Y/N. It's all true." Yoongi says calmly while I wave nervous seeing the comments. "Yes! I'm Lil Meow Meow girlfriend." I say laughing making Yoongi look at me weird making me laugh more.

"What did the other members say about it?" I read out loud. "This is their fault." Yoongi says putting his head on my shoulder. "As they said " We couldn't take you two looking at each other in despair and love anymore "" I say laughing at the memory with Yoongi laughing too.

"What did they do?" Yoongi reads. "They texted me saying Yoongi didn't leave his studio for a week and that they were worried, so I went to the company and go to his studio." I say. "More like angrily entering my studio with smoke coming out of your ears." Yoongi interrupts me. "Well sorry I was worried!" "I wasn't there for a week!" "I didn't know that!" I say defending myself making Yoongi roll his eyes laughing. "Continuing. I enter his studio angry at him and start screaming at him loud and I still remember his big eyes looking at me shock! Then he got up and...." "And I kiss her to stop screaming." Yoongi continues smirking at the memory making me blush. "Yes! He kissed me, and he told me that he just got in the studio. So I took that time and I look at him and saw that he still got his coat on and that his PC on turning on and I explain everything." "Then we look outside, and we see the boys laughing at us and Tae and Hobi dancing screaming "THEY KISSED"" Yoongi says pouting. "I remember that! You glare at them and they run away scared!" I say laughing making him laugh.

"What happen next?" I read. "Well we went to dorm to talk away from the boys and now we are boyfriend and girlfriend." I say looking at Yoongi that was looking at me smiling with that gummy smile and I boop his nose knowing he wouldn't like me to kiss him in front of everyone, so we went back to army questions.

"Did you take revenge on the boys?" Yoongi reads. "Ya. Y/N had the perfect idea." "I made them think instead of bring us together that they make us hate each other!" I say smiling evilly. "It was perfect." Yoongi says. "The next day they had dance practise so both of us start entering the room fighting screaming really loud, they look at us really scared they weren't expecting that, so they tried to stop us and I left the room still faking and I laugh of their faces when I was out of room." I say laughing. "So when she left I kick the chair to be more realistic and ignore the boys completely, and than we start the practice normally." Yoongi tells his version. "You are so evil." I read the comments. "That's not the worse part! We had to stop the pranking because Jimin started crying." I say. "Oh yeah. He was really sad. But he was okay once Y/N hugged him and calling him her baby." Yoongi says smiling.

"What did the boys do after the prank? Why is Jimin her baby?" Yoongi reads. "The boys ignore us for days but Jimin and Jungkook couldn't take that much so after two days they started talking to us." Yoongi responds. "And Jimin his my baby because his so cute! Have you guys seen that face! You can resist that cute mochi face! So his my baby!" I say smiling at the camera knowing Jimin was watching.

"Why are you there with the boys? Shouldn't you been practicing?" I read the comments. "I'm on a break and so I decide coming here with the boys since they aren't staying too long. And I still practice when they are busy preparing themselves." I say a little sad looking at the comments. "I'm really happy she's here. She makes me more relax." Yoongi says tightening his arms on my waist smiling making me smile at kiss his head.

"Can't wait to see your next concert Y/N!" I read. "Thank you! Can't wait to see all of you!" I say sending heart fingers.

I get up from his lap so Yoongi can talk to army without me after I notice that they were starting to pau attention to me instead at Yoongi and he started answering questions for him and I stay from the side smiling looking at him with passion on his eyes reading the comments, that's until I receive a text from Namjoon. *Come to my room I have an idea for his live.* and I respond that I was on my way and I get up saying to Yoongi I was leaving and I go to Namjoon room that quickly opens the door.

"Here." Namjoon says giving me a bag and I look at him confused. "Jungkook somehow had Yoongi bag and there's your pajamas in there, I had an idea of you entering the live with Shooky pajamas and me with Koya pajamas and embarrassed Yoongi!" Namjoon says with his big dimple smile and I agree immediately loving the idea.

We get dress quickly and go again to Yoongi room with Namjoon at the front knocking on the door, we hear him yelling to come in, and we enter the room showing our pajamas like models and Yoongi looks at us with his judgment face making us laugh, and we both went to both his sides. "Hi army!" Namjoon waves and starts talking to them. "That's why you leave? To put my shooky pajamas?" He asks smiling. "I like them they comfy!" I say making him smile big. "Well I'm going now. Bye Army! See you tomorrow Yoongi! Thank you Y/N!" Namjoon says leaving the room.

"It's time for me to go to. Bye army!" He says and waves to the camera turning off after I say goodbye too.

Then suddenly Yoongi picks me up and throw us both on the bed. "Yoongi!" I scream laughing, and he puts his head on my chest. "Thank you for everything." He says and I start playing with his head making him start fall asleep. "Of course Yoongi." "I love you." "I love you too my Lil Meow Meow." I say laughing. "I don't understand that nickname!" Yoongi says confused making me laugh even more.

Note: Sorry for the delay! Hope you like it! @angelsmin 💜💜💜

[bracefacefreak]

Beware long post below. Just some thoughts I had whilst I was re-reading twilight...... 

1) Sarcastic Bella is love. Sarcastic Bella is life. 2)  No one can take away my headcanon black!Emmett with gorgeous tightly curled hair. Plus this means that he can totally teach Jasper about racism and why fighting for the Confederates was WRONG and they can support anti-racism charities together.  3) Jess’s little comment about Esme not being able to have children makes me so sad. 4) Ok, so Carlisle is a freaking surgeon. Like he spends his days elbows deep in people’s abdominal cavities. I have even more respect for him now if that’s possible.  5) Charlie’s lil crush on the Cullens is tots cute.  6) Wasted vampire trope #1 - the base instinctual fear that all human characters have around vampires, even though they can’t understand it.  7) Apparently Alice doesn’t give a shit about appearing human 8) Cute sibling moments-why didn’t we get these in the films? 9) What was the whole ‘electric current’ sensation that passed between Edward and Bella in science class? Is that ever explained? Do vampires conduct electricity now?  10) God damn it Charlie Swan, stop being precious. Also the fact Bella gets so choked up about her dad putting snow chains on her truck makes me so sad. Poor girl. 

11) “No blood, no foul.” Not even trying to subtle are you Edward.  12) “...the doctor was in on it.” Literally almost fell over laughing. Poor darling Carlisle.  13) God, I forget all the angry scowling and even angrier silences.  14) I fucking love Bella’s petty inner monologue about rear-ending Ed’s volvo. Girl after my own heart.  15) Sam Uley-totally forgot he was only 19!  20) So Carlisle has been coming to forks for centuries. Even before the first settlers reached there. Interesting little fact nugget.  21) Angela is GAY! FFS Smeyer.  22) Bella’s equally petty inner monologue about non-fatally wounding Tyler so he can’t take her to the dance. This girl is a mood.  23) You know Emmett absolutely rinsed Edward about all his mooning and pining during their hunting trip. I’m talking about made up ridiculous cringe-worthy joke poetry about Bella’s eyebrows and some rather grotesque smooching faces.  24) “We all like to drive fast.” I totally headcanon that Esme is a fucking terrifying driver, after all she has shit to do-crazy vamp kids to keep in check, houses to restore, a very pretty husband to bone.  25) So much unsubtle foreshadowing. 26) “Grizzly is Emmett’s favourite.” This is 100% Emmett’s revenge on bear-kind for his almost-demise.  27) Wasted vampire trope #2 - vampires are able to communicate in tones too low and too high for humans to hear. Other animals however are a different matter. It’s not unusual for private conversation to be interrupted by baying dogs and the irritated meows of cats.  28) Why can Bella see blue veins in Edward’s arms? He doesn’t have blood? Did you even proofread this Smeyer? 29) Edward’s fears about facing Esme - I can just imagine Carlisle coming home to find Esme holding Edward there in a headlock, before looking up and saying your father’s here now, lets talk. Also poor Carlisle having to face Esme that evening and tell her Ed’s gone.  30) Wasted vampire trope #3 - the what Edward talks about his human feelings being hidden deep beneath his stronger vampire ones. I don’t feel we get to see much of this except for a few episodes of over-protectiveness and growling. This could have been much more interesting.  31) I would pay good money to hear more about Carlisle and Esme’s increasingly ridiculous and disastrous plots to try and get Edward and Rosalie together.  I mean we think of them as the wise, mature adults but we all know that the Cullen children get some of their crazy from their parents.  32) I want an AU where Alice didn’t get her visions of Jasper and the Cullens and went absolutely feral, when the Cullens do run into her it’s as an enemy who they eventually persuade to their way of life.....or not.  33) Jasper’s gift is absolutely terrifying....I mean being able to manipulate people’s emotions, get them to feel what you want and by extension behave as you want. Ed even says he can use it on a crowd. That’s like supervillain level.  34) “You are mythical after all.” Ok so now I want an extended world of fantasy/horror/mythical beings. I’m talking mermaids/sirens, fay folk, ghosts etc. Make Forks like Gravity Falls or something. Please.  35) Edward whiny bitch Cullen repeatedly asking Bella if she’s going to tell her Dad that he’s her boyfriend. And if you think he stops doing this once their married, you’re wrong.  36) Edward’s forehead kisses are tots something he learned from watching Esme and Carlisle. I will die for this headcanon.  37) Edward tasting Bella’s tears. WTF!? WHY? WHAT AM I READING SMEYER!? 38) Carlisle found a real vampire nest at 23 years of age. He is canonically too clever for his own good. FFS sweety.  39) I forgot how much I enjoyed the part with Carlisle’s backstory. Also my poor bby boy suffered through his transformation without making a single noise. Even human!Carlisle had the self control of a saint.  40) Wasted vampire trope #4 - I know this has been mentioned before but the whole, vampires don’t need to breathe and get no relief from it but do it as habit. What other human habits and sensations do they have which have been altered by their transformation. 41) Aro and Carlisle playing tricks to try and get each other to drink from the other’s food source. It didn’t work cause of vamp smell obviously. I know I write this as if it’s playful, but we all knows Aro was a total bitch about it.  42) Edwin. Charlie Swan you are precious. Never change.  43) WHY DIDN’T WE GET TO SEE ALICE AND EMMETT HOLD HANDS IN THE FILMS! 44) “Occassionally Esme would call them to order.” I would pay good money to see this. Also does ‘ that include them’ include Carlisle? 45) Edward muttering a string of swear words both old and new, in multiple languages under his breath is a mood I recognise.  46) “Esme and Carlisle, they’ll have to leave, to hide forever!”.....”We’ve been there before.” I want this and every story of all the stupid reasons why the Cullens have had to flee the state/country in the past. Carlisle sometimes wonders whether all the trouble is worth it. This never happened when he was on his own. 47) I am unsurprisingly very much in favour of growling, snarling Alice Cullen.  48) Why does Bella have a secret cash hoard?  Is that normal? Is it in case Renee’s dealers turn up demanding money? (Can you tell I’m not a Renee fan.) 49) Of course Esme installed fucking bombproof shutters on their house. My girl is so freaking extra.  50) How many speeding tickets have the Cullens collected over the years?  51) “He seems to stay just far enough away that I can’t hear what he’s thinking..” Was this just coincidence or did James somehow know about Ed’s power? 52) Alice sketches her visions sometimes - it’s something Esme taught her because sometimes her visions are so weird or disturbing or exhausting that Alice can’t voice them herself. So Esme came up with this way to try and help her get it out.  53) Wasted vampire trope #5 - vampires can speak so fast that humans can’t understand them. Just imagine Bella wandering in on a family discussion at the Cullen house and all she can hear is a high pitched squeaking because everyone is talking super fast.  54) Alice’s backstory makes me so sad 55) “Alice had a bit too much fun fabricating the evidence.” Ok, so two things: one, I absolutely wish we could have seen Alice destroying shit and two, I still don’t understand how they managed to convince anyone Bella fell down a flight of stairs, like did they have to push her down the stairs to ensure it looked realistic, did Ed spend ages artistically placing her in a suitable position. How did this work? 56) Also love that everyone just accepted that Bella would fall down stairs and through a window, she’s just that much of a clutz.  57) Also they stole a car and burned down a dance studio. The Cullens should have started a crime family, they wouldn’t have been good at it but it would have been hilarious.  58) Bella should have grown up with Charlie. End of. Renee sucks.  59) Charlie is absolutely crushing on Carlisle and I love it. 

[flowerwrites06]

OOOO can we see the list of reqss 👀🤭

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1. Anon: Hey I really really love your writing☺️☺️ Since you want a suga request so could you please write a fluffy suga scenario (no angst please😭😭😭😭) where he sees other members with their respective gf being cuddly and intimate and doing PDA and that gets him thinking that since he is not a great of skinship or PDA he is denying his own gf of that joy(though his gf has no problem). So after that he tries to change himself and starts being more intimate. I would like if you end in your way😁😁💜

2. Anon: For the clingy onee could you please write it for jimin too like maybe hes angry or smthn cuz apparently hes scary when hes angryy also im different anonnn ♥️♥️

3. Anon: Hey love! Could you do a (angst/fluff) frat boy yoongi scenario? You can make it whatever you want, i’ve just been on a frat boy bts craze lately. Thank you!!

4. Anon: Could you pretty please do a Y/N and JK where he meets a foreign noona? Idk how this jungkook with long hair that has been dropping panties left and right will act if he meet her like tomorrow. lol thank you!

5. Anon: Since the boys are on vacay rn, could you do little request were joonie takes you on a couples trip to Greece with rapmonie??

6. Anon: (tis for he giggles but i do love lil meow meow 🐱 and since you pleaded!!) could i have a scenario of yoongi falling asleep on his crush/s.o’s chest and the other members teasing him for it? 👀 😂 thank you 💕

7. Anon: could i ask for a scenario/reaction where the s.o requests that they spend the day in watching old cartoons (and maybe building a pillow fort while at it?)? I’ve just been reminiscing about the oldies lately (like ‘ the powerpuff girls’, ‘ ed, edd’n’ eddy’, ‘ codename: kids next door’, ‘ dexter’s laboratory’, etc...) - for yoongi, jungkook and whoever else you think would be cool to put in this ask! thank you!

8. Anon: Yoongi calling you clingy, please? I'd be very happy if you wrote it

9. Anon: hey bro i actually love ur belle oc so much tho!!! surprised people were more on the y/b side but anyway!! a jk fluff where y/n is at some event/party/idk some place loud and she’s has a panic attack due to the loud noise maybe there’s a fight idk and jk comforts her? it’s a bit btec and basic so do it if u want 🥺🥺 ur cool ily have fun dude

10. Anon: heyyy, this is a bit sad but could i have a request for the boys having a s.o who cannot express their feelings easily because they were always oppressed by abusive relatives and peers so they cannot trust people easily, rather preferring to keep everything in so others won’t take advantage of them or think the s.o is a burden? (i cut ties with mine and am slowly recovering but it’s though at times to express myself due to it) i understand if you don’t want to do this, so thank you anyways  also, I forgot to add: I’d like Yoongi, Namjoon and Hobi for this request. Thank you.

11. Anon: hello my love. I see that you’re taking requests for lil meow meow. Could I mayhaps get a fluffy yoongi realizing how much he loves his gf and writing some soft music for her pls? ily and stay hydrated 💖

12. @xmagicxshopx: Hello there, dear. I was wondering if I could request where Jungkook is a CEO and you are his secretary but he notices you're pushing yourself too hard and he winds up finding you fainted at your desk and it gets fluffy with love confessions afterwards.

13. Anon: omg a smut filled (some fluff too bc ugh feels) fuckboy yoongi story is what i need in my life rn 😭😭

14. Anon i have an idea for a taehyung scenario!! could it be where reader (s.o) and him go on a vacation to a place where it has endless green fields amongst the mountains, horse riding and maybe running barefoot amongst the flora (picture ireland maybe?? or scotland) because the s.o has always wanted to enact a princess like scenario where they could do that, maybe tae buys the tickets as a surprise & yeah let’s say it’s all fluffy and cheesy 🧀 💕 thanks!!

15. @notyourangelanymore: this is something platonic but sometimes i wonder how it would unfold if it were to happen irl, so... could i have a reaction of seokjin at a fansign and having a fan coming in & throwing puns at him in the ultimate pun battle of the century? 😂 (not that i got any JAMS but y’know... a person can dream 💫)

16. @yourteenagememory: hi there, Lovely ! Could i please get a Yoongi imagine in which the two of you are on some kind of family event with your or his relatives and he’s all lovey dovey and you get asked about marriage and stuff 😖 I’m so precise but idk that’s been stuck In my head for years and I’ve never gotten a good imagine out of it ❤️😂 thank you very much ❤️

17. Anon: i know this might sound weird but I really love the ocean 🌊 and the animals within it, and ever since watching videos of people swimming with them I’ve been wanting to do it too! could we have hobi and joon reactions to doing this with their s.o (and the s.o doesn’t want to end it when they have to go back to the hotel/home or smth? like ‘ i’ve become one with the fish 🐠! ‘) could also include stingrays, reef tip sharks (like the ones in the bahamas) or turtles to be more varied idk. thanks 🐳

18. Anon: this is for the giggles as tol anon inspired me!! (also a fanfic on wattpad drove me to it) but could we have a scenario where the bts members are supposed to meet yoongi’s s.o for the first time and at first the members don’t have like extremely high expectations, but then when said s.o appears they’re floored because his s.o is like tier level of beauty or smth of the sort (for extra comedy maybe they could even be some sort of model (swimwear or lingerie even if ya want bcs #fun) 🤷🏻‍♀️ ty

19. Anon: hey love!!! could i request a jimin sugar daddy au where oc is having a rough time (maybe with school or family issues??) and tries to hide it when she’s with jimin but she finally opens up and jimin shows her that she does care. totally fine if requests are full now!! you’ve done amazing so far with them thank you! 💗

20. Anon: Umm would you be okay with writing little!oc being upset and stressed so they have a breakdown and Jin kinda just hugs them and makes them feel better about it. Its a weird one ofc u dont have to ♥️

hehe..im f i N e 

[baekhvuns]

I read a series of fanfics called The Cities or something and it was a series of one-shots each happening in a different European city. Kinda Before Sunrise style, they weren't connected so the couple kept meeting in every city under different circumstances, they had different dynamics too, it was really good especially if you're into travelling and already saw yhe places mentioned. <3

Delulu delivery is here! It was a fanfiction seriously and I wonder if I actually read a fanfic like that and my mind just decided to play it out for me... Here's the re-cap I sent to my friends, hope it's somewhat coherent. https://imgur.com/a/kg4Oksb

Yes! I'm glad you have taste aka you're a TB and Suho hater, I knew I could trust you! I didn't mind Suho at first but once Mr Han Seojun showed up I ditched that mf real quick, lmao. Seriously they had so much chemistry, but Jug jeopardised their relationship so much because she was so insecure and Seojun also had his own issues going on, ugh. But damn Suho and Jug became a bit toxic at some point and I couldn't believe people didn't see that...

You're not prepared for Tomorrow, I mean each episode is sad, but some hit me especially hard. And the crumbs and unanswered questions... Yeah but THAT ship has so much potential, it's criminal we're not seeing more of them. AND Seonghwa grim reaper AU please, someone 🤲🏻🤲🏻🤲🏻🤲🏻

Oh no, not an Amber supporter 🤡 but yes I can imagine, either some weirdo guy simping for her or a fake woke feminist who thinks men can't get abused.

I know TWO nights in a row, and her brain came up with a long-haired Hwa. And for what??? I don't remember the JK dreams but one of them happened on his birthday and I had no idea it was his birthday, so? 🤫 Awwww, that's so cute though, the Yunho dream

I didn't get to approach Taemin I don't think 😭😩

And for some reason I'm sometimes a bit mean to Hwa in my dreams or he ends up crying wtffffff. Pretty sure I didn't see Harry and we probably didn't get the tattoos either, but at least we ate some pizza

I'm only seeing the angelic MILF and I love it. 🥰

Happy anniversary to 🐺 Hwa 😩

https://twitter.com/hwalilac/status/1524781002333515776?t=5A_8ndTGtWkfQyBw76BwBA&s=19

And this lil meow meow 🥺 look at him, kiss on the forehead coming his way

https://twitter.com/hwalilac/status/1524439363907555331?t=5XFyctAJVPXFZzlrCyXf8w&s=19

- DV 💖

HIHI!

I read a series of fanfics called The Cities or something and it was a series of one-shots each happening in a different European city. Kinda Before Sunrise style, they weren't connected so the couple kept meeting in every city under different circumstances, they had different dynamics too, it was really good especially if you're into travelling and already saw yhe places mentioned. <3

OH???? thats so cool?? like they keep meeting in different cities is like soulmate’s meeting in different au’s but connected together 😭😭😭 i will absolutely look into this !!!

Delulu delivery is here! It was a fanfiction seriously and I wonder if I actually read a fanfic like that and my mind just decided to play it out for me... Here's the re-cap I sent to my friends, hope it's somewhat coherent. https://imgur.com/a/kg4Oksb

DELULU DELIVERY LESSGO 😭😭😭

“his long legs pushed my chair a few times,” ISNT THIS BBHWA FBWMFBWK ANON U EXPERIENCED BBHWA??????? 😭😭

“I kept staring at his back and NECK and peeking at his drawings,” SLAP IT SLAP IT SLAP IT FBWMBFK

“so it looked like this: S******A btw I wish I was joking but my birthname starts with S and ends with A and has 8 letters too, lololol” OMF I JUST KNOW UR NAME IS SO PRETTY 😭😭 what a coincidence, mine is exactly that but with hongjoong (not the ending with g) and his last name 😭😭😭

“I felt angry and devastated cause everyone thought my good marks were due to me cheating and being 0a whore" — their words 🔫 Seonghwa didn't believe them though <3” BEST BOY 😭😭😭😭😭

“he said "if they already gossip about us, might as well" HELLO????? RHWKDH JAIL??? J A I L

“And I didn't get the scholarship, Seonghwa switched to art major, because he punched the disgusting professor, Imao.” LMFAOOOO THIS IS SO INTENSE BUT SO FUNNY AND CREEPY BUT CHAOTIC 😭😭

Yes! I'm glad you have taste aka you're a TB and Suho hater, I knew I could trust you! I didn't mind Suho at first but once Mr Han Seojun showed up I ditched that mf real quick, lmao. Seriously they had so much chemistry, but Jug jeopardised their relationship so much because she was so insecure and Seojun also had his own issues going on, ugh. But damn Suho and Jug became a bit toxic at some point and I couldn't believe people didn't see that...

U CAN ALWAYS TRUST HERE 😭😭 no fr,, the second they entered han seojun, like he took the helmet off?? every person in the kpop fandom fell IN LOVE with that man and as they SHOULD !!!! i was skeptical at who seojun would be so i was rooting for eunwoo’s bUT WHEN HE CAME I GONE. STOP THAT TOXIC THING IS SO TRUE??? LITERALLY NO ONE TALKS ABT HOW TOXIC THEY GOT??? seojun my man, was rOBBED 😭😭😭

You're not prepared for Tomorrow, I mean each episode is sad, but some hit me especially hard. And the crumbs and unanswered questions... Yeah but THAT ship has so much potential, it's criminal we're not seeing more of them. AND Seonghwa grim reaper AU please, someone 🤲🏻🤲🏻🤲🏻🤲🏻

IVE HALTED WATCHING IT SIMPLY BC OF THIS 😭🔫🔫 i keeping seeing him on my fyp and iTS SO INTENSE???? HES so hOT FBWMFBWK HWA GRIM REAPER AU, ANON YOU WRITE IT WITH THAT UNIVERSITY HWA FIC FBWKFHEK SCREAMED

Oh no, not an Amber supporter 🤡 but yes I can imagine, either some weirdo guy simping for her or a fake woke feminist who thinks men can't get abused.

EXACTLY THAT 😭😭😭 its the very first lecture too so yOU KNOW THERES GOTS TO BE SOMEONE also apparently amber’s making johnny testify from her side?? 😭😭 can’t wait for cross examination to start

I know TWO nights in a row, and her brain came up with a long-haired Hwa. And for what??? I don't remember the JK dreams but one of them happened on his birthday and I had no idea it was his birthday, so? 🤫 Awwww, that's so cute though, the Yunho dream

TAKE HER RIGHTS AWAY IDC IDC THIS NOT FAIR SHE DREAMS ABT THIS AND THEN TELLS US TO BE JEALOUS 🔫 ANONS FRIEND 🔫 RIGHTS 🔫 GONE 🔫 jk dream, and if i tell u i have this uni au with jk where the reader was a senior and he was a junior who played basketball and he was cheeky asf and he would TRY to woo the reader by saying “u know my parents have a age difference too,” “oh really?” “my mom is older” “whats that gotta do with me?” “you’re older too, we ca-“ “nO”

I didn't get to approach Taemin I don't think 😭😩

NAURRRRRRRRR 😭😭😭😭 ULTIMATE BETRAYAL

And for some reason I'm sometimes a bit mean to Hwa in my dreams or he ends up crying wtffffff. Pretty sure I didn't see Harry and we probably didn't get the tattoos either, but at least we ate some pizza

ANON???? 😭😭😭😭😭 NAURR POOR GUY SOBBING 😭😭😭😭😭 okay at least u weren’t hungry in ur dreams too 😭😭

I'm only seeing the angelic MILF and I love it. 🥰 Happy anniversary to 🐺 Hwa 😩 https://twitter.com/hwalilac/status/1524781002333515776?t=5A_8ndTGtWkfQyBw76BwBA&s=19

THIS DAY PEAKED MY EXOTEEZ CRUMBS I WAS FUCKING SCREAMING FBWKFHWK his red hair 😩😩😩😩 reminds me of addicting kitten fjwkfhwk pls

And this lil meow meow 🥺 look at him, kiss on the forehead coming his way https://twitter.com/hwalilac/status/1524439363907555331?t=5XFyctAJVPXFZzlrCyXf8w&s=19

HE WAS SO 🤏🏼🤏🏼 TINY 😭😭😭 I WILL DO THE AGGRESSIVE KISSES HE DOES ON HIS FOREHEAD HE BETTER WATCH OUT #kisshwaontheforeheadsquad

im gonna kiss him

[rklino]

break,

BACKDATED -- MID MARCH, 2018.

trigger warnings: anger, alcohol, anxiety, injury, bad self-care, language, self deprecation, depression, self-loathing.

the days following his birthday are a blur. he works, he half-asses his school work in some sort of daze he can’t really remember. when he isn’t busy, he’s sitting on his floor, dull eyes staring forward into nothing. nala is usually pawing at him, and yoongi usually has enough sense in him to make sure she’s fed, her litter box is clean and she’s getting enough water. with nothing to focus on, however, yoongi finds himself falling into bad habits.

there’s a half empty pack of cigarettes next to him, bottles of soju, cans of beer scattered about. he’s using one as an ashtray as he stares off at nothing, inhaling the smoke in his lungs. he rakes his hand through his hair, reaching out to grab at a half empty bottle. he lifts it to his mouth and knocks it back-- swaying lightly. he hiccups after the sip, grumbling as he wipes his mouth on his sleeve. there’s still bruises covering his knuckles; the ones from his altercation with jeongguk have faded, but frustration builds; there are more spots of indented wood on his coffee table from yoongi’s fists when he reaches his lower points.

jeongguk. his heart hurts. his head hurts. he sucks down harshly on his cigarette, his fingers digging into his thighs. he tugs the stick from his mouth to tap into his chosen ashtray, dull eyes watching the ash drop from it. he thinks back to it, the LETTER the other left; the emotions, the words, the confessions-- there’s a sting in his eye he blinks away. wonders what it would be like to burn it, pretend it never happened, just like everything else. it’s easier when you don’t have to deal with it. but the thought of destroying it does something worse; makes a strange feeling in his gut-- an empty, nauseating feeling.

nala jolts up from her perch on the couch. yoongi stares at her tiredly as her ears twitch, edging closer to the end of the couch, and he follows her gaze to the door. he sees the doorknob jiggle-- the lock clicking before the door opens. his grandmother’s bright colored scarf stares back at him, her head down as she slips inside, kicking off her shoes at the door. he blinks, dull and tired at her. her head lifts, and she watches the expression on her face shift-- the confusion, the shock.

yoongi turns his head, drops his gaze to the ground. he doesn’t want to see it, her reaction-- his lips tighten around his cigarette. it burns, and ash droops down to his denim. it burns, singes-- but the pain is welcoming.

there’s a patter of feet. frantic, quick-- a hand on his head as it jerks him back. stinging eyes meet his grandmother’s angry, frazzled face.

“get it out of your mouth.” she breathes. anger trickling into her words that make yoongi shudder. he swallows, doesn’t move-- the stick between his lips bobbing loosely until the senior plucks it out of his mouth and drops it into his half filled beer. smoke billows out of his mouth, and he coughs under it, curling into himself as she smacks at his back. he hiccups and tries to regain control of his breathing. “what is wrong with you, you lil’ shit?

a lot. nothing at all. yoongi isn’t too sure at this point.

“min yoongi. are ya listenin’? did that damn cancer stick clog ya ears too?”

“grandma.” he breathes out, voice hoarse, choked. nala meows pitifully from her spot. yoongi inhales, exhales a shuddering sort of breath. “i fuck up everythin’.”

a hum. a hand pressed to his back and warmth at his sides. the pressure of his grandmother’s hand rubbing circles into his back is a foreign feeling; reminds him of his childhood, of his mother. soothing away any sadness-- father’s lectures, being pulled from ballet. it all comes back at once.

the first sob catches in his throat. he’s wet-- cheeks are wet. fingers press into his eyes as his body shakes, small hiccups leaving him. he falls apart.

“yoongi-yah.” there’s a tired twist to her words, but the worry, the concern. “you haven’t picked up one of these nasty things since ya moved down here. and this place looks like a wreck. you pick a fight in ‘ere?”

he did. with jeongguk. fists and screaming and the feeling that yoongi was tearing everything apart. loss of control, out of his reach. yoongi wonders when he began to lose it -- when he began to let everything slip through his fingertips.

“you stupid kid.” it’s said with such a fondness that it makes him whine, tuck his knees close to his chest and shove his head on the tops of his knees. “i haven’t seen ya cry since you were thirteen.”

“shuh-- shut up.” he chokes out. bitten down fingernails dig into his denim. they sting, burn with the pressure. it’s grounding, but not enough. he coughs, violently. a shush, firm patting on his back, as if he were a child again. “y-you don’t get it.”

“well, enlighten me then, punk.”

he swallows. the action is thick, suffocating; he heaves out a shaky breath, teeth pressing into his lip. he shifts, knocks over an empty glass of soju. it clinks loudly and rolls off-- but he doesn’t pay that much attention to it. instead, he focuses on breathing; chooses to inhale and exhale until he doesn’t feel like he’s going to choke, or vomit.

“t-there’s a boy.” he manages to sputter, voice croaking. he winces at the sound of it, so raw, so vulnerable. he hates it. “i-i- we’re friends. i think-- we were. he’s a good kid, grams. you’d like ‘em.” he blinks rapidly, eyes wet and still leaking. nose still running-- he wipes that on the knee of his denim. he’s trembling; he doesn’t want to talk-- can’t get the words out without wanting to cry.

but not talking about it is how he got here.

“but i fucked it all up. i fucked it all up because i c-can’t fuckin’ deal with anything. it makes-- it makes me feel weird!”

she hums above him. doesn’t say anything else, so yoongi continues.

“i hate how he makes me feel.” he breathes, hiccuping. “it’s-- it’s like i’m drownin’. like i can’t get back up to float-- he looks at me an’ i can’t fuckin’ breathe. he smiles and i want to hit him. want to hate him’. he makes me feel so angry. like i’m dyin’, like i want to die--”

a shuddered breath. he sniffles, curls into himself more.

“b-but then he makes-- you know how hard it is to get me to fuckin’ smile grams? he does it like he was fuckin’ born to do it. he says some stupid shit and then suddenly i’m crackin’ up. he doesn’t even ‘ave to do anythin’ sometimes and it’s just-- it’s s-so fuckin’ nice. he’s so nice, and i don’t fuckin’ deserve it. i don’t deserve anythin’ he can give me ‘cause all i do is fuck everythin’ up.” his hand jerks out, fist slamming into the ground, into the bits of ash and clutter. his fist hits the side of a bottle that scatters to the side in a loud noise. nala lets out a loud mewl, the pitter patter of her feet as she edges around. her tail is bouncing around, nervous twitching.

“yeah?” his grandmother urges. there’s no emotion, no reaction. she just continues to rub his back, brush her fingers through his hair in a gentle notion. “why’s that, yoongi-yah?”

“i hurt him. i hurt him because i knew it would.” it’s an admittance he didn’t really want to say. “i hurt him because i didn’t want him around. because jeongguk’s a much better guy than me, much better at anything. he doesn’t deserve some sort of -- unmotivated, waste o’ fuckin’ space. so i ignored him-- ignored him after we-- we--” he can’t get the words out. “i fuckin’ let him in, and left him up in the dark because i couldn’t handle it. s-so i hoped he would-- he would fuckin’ leave. but he didn’t. he came back, and i hurt him more. i hit him, and i f-fucking begged him to hit me back!” he shouts, screams with a force that jerks his body. “what kind of piece of shit does that to someone they’re supposed to care ‘bout?”

“are those nasty things you’re saying about yourself your words, or your fathers?”

his grandmother has always been quick, straight to the point. yoongi tenses at the question, the lump in his throat tightening. a sob escapes his mouth that he can’t hold back.

“you sound like you like the kid, if my old wisdom doesn’t fail me.” she sighs. her fingers scratch at his scalp. “you sound like you like him a lot, actually. whatever ya did just made it clear for ya. maybe...a bit too fast. you don’t like not having control of your life, yoongi. i think this probably caught ya off guard. you didn’t realize you liked him, and now you’re forced to deal with it at a pace you didn’t set yourself.”

he hates how wrong he wants her to be -- how right she really, truly is.

“whatever that piece of shit husband my daughter married said to you-- you gotta let that go, honey.” hands tug at his arms, push and manhandle him into a seated position. he keeps his head low, shoulders shaking as he sniffles. she rakes a hand through the greasy, messy strands of hair on his head. “stop thinkin’ so less of yourself. stop thinkin’ you don’t deserve these nice things. this boy-- he’s important, yeah?”

yoongi gives her a muted nod.

“then don’t let him go.” she states simply. wrinkled thumbs brush under his eyes, wipe under his nose. there’s a fond smile on her face, the slightest bit sad. “don’t let what ya old man said hold you back from bein’ happy. if there’s anything you deserve more-- god, yoongi. i want you to be happy.”

he swallows, a shuddering breath. nala’s pawing at his thigh, purring as her head shoots up to nudge under his chin. the hairs on her head cling to the sticky residue of his tears.

“i d-don’t,” he swallows, his voiced so small. “i don’t know how.”

“not everyone does.” a chuckle. a soft hand pats at his cheek. “but i think the first step is sitting down with this-- jeongguk, yeah? tell him how you feel. even if it’s-- if it’s messy. you’re not perfect, yoongi. no one’s expecting you to be good at this. feelings? i hate ‘em. but bottling them up until ya explode isn’t healthy either.”

“i’m scared.” yoongi spits out, legs twitching, wanting to curl and hide his face; to hide the reddening of his cheeks. “i’m scared. i like him so much i’m scared of him. i don’t know what to do--”

“take a risk.” her hand is heavy on his head, palm ruffling up the strands with an exasperated sigh. “we’re all afraid of what we don’t understand-- but you know what i think?”

she pauses, the age lines in her face moving as she smiles-- the near same replica of his own gummy grin plastered on hers.

“i think whoever can make my grumpy grandson smile like he’s a child again is well worth the risk.”

[requiescat-aria]

just don't deceive me | Voting End / Testimony | Chapter 4

Rather than a cheering crowd, this time, Jim simply claps his hands a few times to get your collective attention.

“My, what a show! I could watch you lot all day, but despite having all the time in the worlds, we don’t have the time at all, haha! Let’s see how you did.”

At the back of the stage, a projector screen slowly lowers from the rafters, and a tally is projected onto it.

Ronny - 7

Default - 4

Abstain - 2

“If I recall correctly, you had seven votes to correctly abstain last ASSESSMENT, right? Funny how these things work out.”

With a hearty chuckle, Jim motions to something or someone you can’t see stage left. Behind him, the audience begins to murmur with feverish excitement.

“Well, you know what happens next. Everyone loves a good cameo, right? And I’m sure you want to say goodbye.”

You hear the sound of something moving, and suddenly, a platform rises center stage. Jim motions a hand towards the back of the audience, up at the balcony, and suddenly two spot lights illuminate the figure standing on it.

Ken’s eyes blink open, and she glances between each remaining member of the group, quickly looking away when her eyes land on those she held dear and never making it to a sole member of the group. Her fists clench at her sides, and she looks away, shoulders stiff as she begins to speak through gritted teeth.

“Fuckin’ figures, don’t it? ‘S jus’ cosmic justice or whatever ya wanna call it. Equalin’ th’scales, karma, what-fuckin’-ever. Tch. It ain’t hafta lemme get brained a second time, though, did it? Couldn’t it have given me somethin’ a lil more unique? No use beggin’ for somethin’ else when yer murderin’ scum o’th’Earth, though, huh?”

She clicks her tongue and shakes her head, letting out a sad laugh.

“I ain’t even remember doin’ it. When I walked int’th’amphitheater, I knew I was meetin’ up with’er t’say somethin’, but I wasn’t even capable o’rememberin’ what I came t’say. ‘S like when ya walk int’a room t’get somethin’ an’ you can’t remember what ya went in there for. I felt like I should’ve remembered, though. Felt like it was real fuckin’ important that it came back t’me, but...it ain’t never come back. Not in time.”

The entire time that you’ve known her, Kennedy Adams is known to not have been one for getting well and truly angry, but, as you stare at her form, it’s easy to see the emotion leak further and further into every fiber of her body. The last place it reaches is her face. Her head had been tilted down, gaze fixed on the floor. Now, it’s raised, and she’s using every single centimeter of her height to glare down at Veronica Castillo.

“I regretted it, I think, after a few weeks o’bein’ here, when I had th’sense t’cool down an’ think ‘bout it all. That’s what really gets me. That I felt bad fer endin’ th’life of th’person who always and constantly ruined mine without a goddamn care in th’world. Sixteen years o’my life I gave ya on that ice. Ten years o’my life, m’heart was yers t’hold an’ treasure, but I ain’t think I really ever got ten seconds o’yer love. Not really.

Y’took, an’ ya took an’ ya took an’ y’ain’t never give nothin’ back t’me, you fuckin’ bitch. YA TOOK TH’DECISION T’CONFESS AWAY FROM ME!!!”

Her voice booms, and she puts a hand to her chest, breathing heavily. The screaming has clearly relieved her stress somewhat, enough that she is able to look around at the people in the room one last time, eyes softening when they land on certain people. She’s uncertain of whether or not she’s really allowed these moments with them, but they’re the last ones she’s ever going to get, so she...she needs to take them.

[♫♫♫]

She refuses to leave without saying goodbye.

First, she smiles at Aki. It’s small and sad, but she’s clearly trying to replicate the infectious joy she usually put out.

“Aki, yer an amazin’ person an’ an even more amazin’ friend. I’m lucky I was able t’call ya my bestie. Sorry I ain’t gon’ be able t’show ya th’ferris wheel. I promise it’s amazin’. An’ skate fer me. I believe in ya. Jus’ keep tryin’, an’ don’t give up b’fore ya even gave it a shot. You’ll be fine. Remember that I’ll always be yer bestie, even if I ain’t there t’remind ya ‘bout that.”

Next, she looks to Ryuji. The smile is brighter now, but it’s clearly harder to keep up and keep her voice level. It wobbles as she speaks--both the smile and her voice.

“Ryuji, ‘m sorry I ain’t gonna be able t’take up yer guitar lessons. I was really lookin’ forward to’em. Thanks fer bein’ a great roomie an’ a greater friend. I meant it when I said y’were one o’th’best guys I ever met, an’ I enjoyed every single second I got t’spend with ya. I...ya were family. An’ I’ll miss ya. A lot. B-But...But go home for me, okay? Go home an’ be safe an’ see yer brother an’ his fiance get married an’--an’ catch th’bouquet for me!! An’...An’ I believe in ya. Yer feelin’s matter, an’ I’m sure...I’m sure things will work out.”

It’s clear now that she’s avoiding looking at the last two members of her patchwork found family the most. One is out of shame, unable to face her after having such personal things revealed to the world in the worst situation. The other is out of a deep ache. Eventually, she looks to Enji. He said he didn’t care about her and how he didn’t want to find love here because it’s dangerous. He had been acting when he said that, but...she’s not sure it was wholly an act. Unlike her other addresses, she’s not able to keep her tears in her eyes, and they roll down her face.

“....I ain’t wanna leave, Mr. Enomoto--”

She needs to take a moment to compose herself as her tears have become stuck in her throat. She loved Ryuji dearly and with the same intensity, but she latched onto Enji from the moment she met him. Even if he was completely different to how she thought he was, he was still...he still...she still saw herself in him. He still cared for her. He comforted her, gave her advice, humored her, let her hold onto him…

Ken still saw him as a father.

“‘M sorry I gotta go, I ain’t want to, please believe me, D-Dad, I ain’t--I ain’t get t’do anythin’ I said I was gonna do. I wanted t’come an’ visit ya on our roadtrip an’ camp outside o’your apartment or whatever an’ go fishin’ with ya an’ tease ya ‘bout bein’ th’manager o’our band a-an’...Please let those things still happen. I-I ain’t gon’ be able t’see it or hold ya to it or nothin’, but please let them happen. Jus’ ‘cuz I ain’t there don’t mean no one else ain’t gonna be. So...So please. Keep an eye on everyone for me. An’ give Poirot an’ Soseki kisses.”

Her eyes finally fall on Jinghei, and she’s full on sobbing now, unable to even keep up the pretense of staying strong and seeing everyone off with a smile. Even diehard optimists have their moments, and speaking to the woman who she was beginning to want to spend every day with, who she made plans for the future with, who she thought she was destined to meet no matter what happened, well, she thought that was a pretty valid reason to start sobbing.

“I wanted t’show it to ya. I wanted t’show so many things to ya an’ try so many things with ya, find myself with you by my side. Y’made me feel safe. Like it was okay t’not know what was goin’ on. I wish we got more time together an’ not just ‘cuz o’what th’bitch spilled that wasn’t hers t’tell. I loved ya as a best friend b’fore I felt anythin’ else, an’ th’rest came later b’cuz of it. Jinghei, please get out and go home to Mingzhu. Find yerself with’em an’ stay safe. Stay who ya are ‘cuz…’cuz I think yer th’most a-meow-zing woman I’ve ever met. We’ll meet again. We’re destined to, remember? A-An’ ask Ricky t’be let int’th’room I shared with Ryuji. Th-There’s somethin’ in there for ya.”

She laughs pathetically at her ill-timed and out of place joke, but she has one last goodbye to make.

The last person her eyes land on is the person who, before that fateful day, she would say she loved most in the world, the woman she would throw her own desires to the wind for, the woman she would do anything to stay with. Well. Would have. Would have once upon a time.

“Veronica Castillo, y’ruined us in life, and now y’ruined us in death. Th’biggest mistake I ever made was lovin’ you for even a moment.”

With her final declaration made, the spot lights cut out, and Ken is suddenly gone.

The audience roars to life with cheers and the sound of crying.

Jim claps, a pleasant smile on his face.

“What a performance! Now, onto the timeline of events.”