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borathae · 1 month ago

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↳ Index [Day 10 - Threesome]

Pairing: Soft Dom!Hoseok x sub!Reader x subby switch!Yoongi

Genre: established relationship!AU, polyamory!AU

Kinks: voyeurism, male masturbation, hobi rubs himself over his pants to the view of them fucking, pussy rubby, pussy fingering, lots of praise, hair pulling (m.receiving), strength kink, sloppy cunnilingus (yoongi & hobi giving), vaginal penetrative sex (yoongi giving), male anal sex (yoongi receiving by hobi), he gets it as he fucks OC, this is so hot you have no idea, creampie, rimjob & blowjob (hobi giving), anal fingering, subby boy tears, multiple intense orgasms for them cause hobi is a menace in bed, like this is just a whole orgasm party for them, i need hobi to fold me tbfh, giggly and cuddly aftercare

Wordcount: 7.6k

a/n: sope has a fucking hold on me so tight not even the strongest person on earth could claw me away from them

“How do I look?”

“You are beautiful.” He kisses your cheek. “You are making this dress look like art.”

“And the make-up? Did I overdo it?”

“Hey.” He puts two fingers under your chin, making you look into his adoring eyes. “You are beautiful, my love. Okay?”

A smile hushes over your face.

“Yeah, okay.” You lean in, kissing his lips. You wipe the lipstick away, gazing at him with minimal distance. “You’re so handsome, my love.”

Yoongi’s eyes soften, right hand caressing your lower back.

The door unlocks and opens.

“Hey, you two. Wah look at you, I kept you waiting for ten seconds and you’re already glued together”, Hoseok greets you with a playful grin, “come in, please.”

You enter first, Yoongi follows just a little embarrassed about being caught. Hoseok helps you slip out of your jacket and hangs it, then helps Yoongi. He talks as he works.

“Did you have a safe drive?”

“We did, yeah. God Hobi, it already smells amazing. I can’t wait to eat, seriously.”

“Yeah, I hope it’s good. I’m not you in the kitchen, hyung.”

Yoongi chuckles, “you’re still a good cook, Hoba.”

“Yeah well, follow me. Can I interest you in some wine?” he offers, leading the way to the dining room.

“Wine sounds perfect, thank you.”

Hoseok invited you and Yoongi over for dinner. He initially wanted the others to come as well, but Jungkook and Taehyung are currently on a city trip to New York and they took Jimin with them. Naturally, Seokjin and Emma were out of the question as well, considering they lived in Gordes. So the invitation only went out to you and Yoongi. Not that any of you mind. It is always very nice to hang out as just the three of you.

Hoseok helps you and Yoongi sit down, then hurries to pour each of you a glass of red wine.

“Thank you.”

“Thanks, Hoba.”

“There is more where this came from”, he says and disappears from the room.

You and Yoongi exchange a look.

“So he is just gone.”

“I guess he is.”

“Should we wait with the cheering?”

“It’s good manners we do.”

“Right.”

You and he set your glasses down for now, spending the time looking around the room. Hoseok decorated the table elegantly and lit the candles. He also very obviously polished each crystal on the chandelier. The fireplace is lit, warming up the room and filling it with the faint crackling sound of burning wood.

You shift your eyes to Yoongi. He is mesmerised by the shimmering chandelier, eyes reflecting the sparkles and lips slightly parted. His long hair frames his face in soft waves, his skin looks like shining marble. He is so beautiful without even having to try.

You place your hand over his’, making him look at you.

“What?” he asks, flustering under your fond gaze.

“Just reminiscing about old times. How many times we fought in this room and now look at us. We can’t even stay away from each other for ten seconds.”

He lowers his eyes shyly, smiling. His thumb caresses your fingertips.

“I uhm…” He leans over to kiss your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too”, you say and tug him closer by his tie.

Yoongi gulps, fluttering his lashes at you.

“Stay still”, you whisper.

He hums, nodding his head in obedience.

You lick your thumb and wipe it over his lips. He sighs, eyelids lowering as you completely steal his heart away.

“There we go. You had lipstick on your lips”, you say and give him a gentle push.

Yoongi falls into his chair, looking at you breathless and wide-eyed.

You snicker, giving him a playful scrunch of your nose.

Yoongi clears his throat, looking to the side and fixing his tie as hastily as possible. He is so delightful that you can’t stop staring, resting your chin on your folded hands and eyes spilling over in fondness.

Thankfully for Yoongi’s poor heart, Hoseok returns with the first course.

“Sorry for the wait. I wanted the decoration to be perfect.”

“Don’t worry. We entertained ourselves wonderfully”, you say.

Yoongi coughs, rubbing the side of his neck.

Hoseok inspects you with a cocked up brow. He knows exactly what you are insinuating. He clicks his tongue, nudging your arm gently after setting down your food.

“Cut our Yoongi some slack, he can only handle this much flirting before he implodes.”

You snicker, Hoseok joins you while Yoongi looks to the side, red cheeked and shy.

“Shut up, the both of you.”

“Gosh Boongie, you’re so cute.”

Yoongi huffs out air.

“Okay, okay I’m sorry. Come here you”, you turn his head to you, kissing his cheek. You wipe the lipstick, giving him a grin.

“Whatever”, he mumbles and looks at Hoseok instead, “what uhm. The food looks good.”

Hoseok sits down opposite of Yoongi. You shift your attention to the food as well, wanting to save some of the flirting for later.

“Thanks. It’s a cheesy, creamy potato soup with fried bacon cubes and homemade bread. By homemade I mean made in the home of the baker. I can’t bake bread for the life of me.”

You and Yoongi laugh at Hoseok’s joke.

The evening continues as light hearted and wonderful. The menu Hoseok thought of consists of three courses. The amazing potato soup, the most delicious lasagna for the main course and apple crumble with custard for dessert. It feels cozy and tastes amazing, leaving you with a warm, fuzzy tingle in your tummies.

You left the dining room by now, enjoying wine in the sitting room. The fireplace is lit and the main lights are off. You and Yoongi share the couch while Hoseok sits in one of the antique armchairs.

“Oh? Wine’s empty”, Hoseok says, shaking the bottle over his glass. “Doesn’t matter, I’m getting a new one. Is red wine okay?”

“Yep, thank you.”

Hoseok leaves the room and you are instantly glued to Yoongi. Your bent legs are resting against his lap, your right hand is rubbing his chest and tummy while your left hand is playing with his hair at the nape of his neck.

Yoongi shifts, glancing at you.

“Do you have to do this now?”

“Mhm, I do.”

“Can’t it wait?”

“You were in Croatia for a month, I only have you back with me since yesterday and you spent said yesterday trying to get Namjoon to talk. No, it cannot wait.”

You slip your fingers into the small slit between two of his shirt buttons, touching his chest that way

“Princess, don’t”, he warns, pulling your hand away.

You don’t listen at all, simply slipping your fingers into another slit to now feel up his tummy.

Yoongi shifts his hips, grabbing your wrist. He says your name in his signature deep rasp, turning his head to you. Your noses almost touch, you sigh and chase his kiss. Yoongi’s own eyes are glued to your lips, voice lowering to a quiet purr.

“Behave, woman. I can behave too, can't I?”

“And? I don’t wanna behave.”

“Don’t pull me into this.”

“And if I do?” You climb his lap, burying your fingers in his luscious hair. “What then?”

“Get off of me, princess”, Yoongi warns and despite his words, his hands are holding your hips almost possessively.

“Yoongi”, you sigh, chasing his kiss.

He dodges it, resulting in your lips to brush his jawline instead.

“You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

“No, just tipsy.”

“That’s the same with you. Princess, don’t”, Yoongi spoke normally at first but ends up chuckling in defeat when you nibble on his jawline, tilting his head to the side by tugging on his hair. “You’re such a little minx, just get off my lap while I'm still being nice”, he lulls, smiling drunkenly. His hands rub your hips, his eyes are half-lidded.

“No, you have to make me”, you purr, smiling as you tug on his pierced earlobe softly.

Yoongi purrs playfully, sliding his hands to your ass to squeeze it.

Hoseok just so happens to return right this moment.

“You two are gonna like this one. It’s almost as old as-” He stops and gawks. “-me. Wah seriously? Are you that horny for each other?”

Yoongi lifts you off his lap, trying to fix his clothes by tugging on them vigorously. You make less effort in fixing your clothes, looking at Yoongi longingly.

Hoseok clicks his tongue in defeat.

“I’m gonna open this bottle and as we let it breathe, you two are gonna tell me what’s wrong.”

“Why do you think something’s wrong?”

“Because you two might always be glued together, but not like this.”

The bottle opens with a plop. Hoseok swirls it, smelling it. He hums and puts it on the side table, sitting down afterwards. He crosses his legs.

“You are able to control yourselves in public. So what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, I’m just drunk”, you lie.

“First of all, I can hear when you’re lying and second of all, you’re a terrible liar.”

“Yeah well…well.” You huff out air. “Fine. We haven’t fucked in a month and I’m going insane. He.” You point at Yoongi. “Came home yesterday and what did he do? He spent it interrogating Namjoon and leaving me alone in the estate. And he didn’t even wake me once he came back, he let me sleep. Now I can’t stand the fucking sight of him because I wanna jump him so bad.”

Hoseok hums in understanding, “sounds awful. Why would you not fuck her?”

“Because…listen here, I’m not gonna discuss my sex life right now. Besides, why is this even worth a discussion?” Yoongi hisses.

“Because it’s making you act like teens.”

“Tch, the only childish one here is you for acting like our therapist.”

“Hey, don’t blame me. I’m not Doctor Love for nothing.”

You chuckle.

“Don’t laugh at his joke. It wasn’t funny.”

“Yes, it was. Come on Boongie, admit it.”

“No, it wasn’t. I need a break, I’m getting fresh air”, he says and tries to leave.

“So I take it you don’t wanna have her?” Hoseok taunts.

Yoongi turns in the doorway, eyes darkened.

“Excuse me?”

“Why else would you leave?”

“What the fuck, are you on about?”

“Just that you clearly don’t want her.”

“I wanted her ever since we left the estate”, Yoongi growls, inching back into the room like a predator. “The moment I watched her walk down the stairs in this cursed dress, I considered cancelling tonight just to take her on the damned stairs. All I could think about in the car was how I would love to stop the engine and fuck her on the backseat until she unlearned the ability to fucking walk. All I want is to take her upstairs and fuck her on your bed until the sheets smell like her orgasms and nothing else.”

You gulp.

Hoseok smirks, tilting his head back to make eye contact with Yoongi.

“So why don’t you?”

“Because”, Yoongi flusters, “stop it. Both of you.”

Hoseok chuckles, rolling his head to the front. He locks eyes with you. You have to squirm under his gaze. Yoongi’s confession riled you up beyond recovery and Hoseok’s playful gaze isn’t making it better.

“What are your thoughts on this, ___?” Hoseok asks.

“I, uhm, that I really wanna be kissed right now.”

“Just kissed?”

“And fucked. Just really wanna get fucked.”

“You heard her. Don’t keep a lady waiting.”

You and Yoongi lock eyes. The tension between you and him is unbearable.

“Or walk out this door. The choice is yours”, Hoseok says.

You and Yoongi understand that he is giving you a chance to voice your consent right now. It has been playful until now, but became serious and if you want out, you can.

“I’m not gonna leave out that door, by the way”, he adds.

“Me neither”, you say.

“Well you should, otherwise I can’t get you to his room”, Yoongi hisses.

“Yoongi”, you croak.

“Come here, princess. I’m not asking.”

You stumble to your feet to hurry to him. He welcomes you by cradling your face and pulling you into a kiss. Seconds later you are in his arms, legs around his waist and with his hands under your ass. You kiss passionately, with tongue and teeth and hungry lips, moaning and sighing into each other. Yoongi walks safely, needing no eyes to see where he steps.

Hoseok follows you, holding the bedroom door open and closing it. You and Yoongi are on his bed already, rolling around the sheets as you practically try to swallow each other.

Hoseok stays back for now, rubbing himself over his pants. This is the first - and maybe last - time he gets to watch you and Yoongi fuck and he wants to savour it for as long as possible. To think that it happens on his bed makes it even hotter to him. You ruin him way too much, just as much as you seem to ruin each other tonight.

“I want you. I fucking want you”, Yoongi growls, smearing lipstick all over your neck as he kisses it sloppily.

You writhe under him, arching into his body. You are burning up. Each second with him is like ecstasy.

“Your perfume is driving me insane and your body in this dress. Fuck”, he squeezes your thigh, pulling you closer to his crotch so he can roll his hips into you angrily, “I want to ruin you. Do you hear me? I was in darkness without you and now I’m back and I see the light. I can’t be without you any second longer.”

“Yoongi, oh god”, you whimper, twisting his hair and spilling tears.

“Say you want me too, princess.”

“I want you so much, please”, you beg, lifting your hips.

Yoongi takes the silent signal, reaching under your dress to take off your panties. He throws them to the side, Hoseok catches them. He bundles them in his palm, burying his nose in them to inhale your sweet scent. He muffles his curses like this, long fingers squeezing his clothed cock. Your scent is addicting.

Yoongi runs his palm along the inner side of your leg, keeping you pinned with dark eyes. Your breath hitches when he comes into contact with your inner thigh.

“So soft. I’ve never felt skin softer than yours.”

“Yoongi”, you mewl, writhing under him.

He touches your pussy.

“Yoongi”, you moan, chasing his touch.

“I missed the way you say my name, princess”, he rasps, parting your folds with his long fingers. He lingers on your entrance for a little, rubbing circles.

“I missed you too”, you whimper, bucking your hips up. His touch is healing you. You were so lonely without him, so lost and without a home. His touch, although incredibly sexual of nature right now, heals you.

Yoongi applies pressure and slips inside. Your eyes roll back, back arching off the sheets.

“Look at you, my pretty woman. How does that feel, Mhm?”

“Good”, you croak, walls pulsing around his digits. You whimper his name next, twisting the sheets.

“So beautiful, you’re so fucking beautiful”, Yoongi whispers, getting you used to him in slow movements. You are so wet already, so goddamn soft. His fingers missed you so much. Almost as much as his mouth does.

“How I fucking missed you, my princess”, Yoongi says and lowers himself to your pussy. He cannot hold back any longer, the hunger for your taste is too big.

You scream up at first contact, fingers instantly gripping his hair and legs falling around his shoulders. Yoongi purrs, curling his fingers inside your warmth as his mouth feasts on your cunt. He missed this the most. Your taste, your scent, how soft you are. Yoongi missed you so much that he doesn’t want to go on about this moment slowly. He knows that you can take it, he claimed your cunt like an animal countless times before so he knows that you can handle him. The time he took you after you accidentally started your period still comes back to haunt him. Such a beautiful woman, so fragile in comparison to his strength and yet you can handle him. Yoongi swears he exists only for you.

“Yoongi please slow, you’re so fast”, you beg him, writhing helplessly from the intense pleasure he forces you to experience.

“Don’t tell me what to do when all you did tonight was drive me fucking crazy”, Yoongi spits, fucking his long, girthy fingers into you quickly.

No amount of words can describe how good it feels to you. It is as if he was already drilling you with his cock. Deep and hard and full of untamed hunger. You missed him so much, cunt weeping in happiness upon finally being his’ again.

“Please, please”, you beg, legs shaking on his shoulders and toes curling to the point they almost cramp. His fingers are so long and skilled. It is insane how much he can make you shake just with them.

“Stay still”, Yoongi spits, pinning you down easily, “it’s what you fucking get, you damned minx.”

He buries his face back in your cunt, swirling his tongue on your clit sloppily. His spit covers you messily, mixing with your nectar and getting slurped up by Yoongi.

You wail up, ankles locking behind his neck and hips lifting up to smother him. Yoongi pins you down for the sake of getting to finger you better, forcing your body to convulse each time he bottoms out. He is looking up at you with dark, warning eyes, growling around your clit.

“Yoongi please, I can’t do this”, you sob, shaking your head from side to side.

Yoongi purrs, punishing your whines with more pressure on your clit. His spit runs down your folds and makes it easier for his fingers to reshape you. He fucks them deep and he moves fast, hitting your g-spot each and every time. He needs you to know that no matter how much you beg, he won’t slow down. You wanted to drive him mad and mad is what you get.

“Yoongi please”, you squeal, breaking apart against your will. He keeps going and going and going, “no please, please I can’t- aaaaaah!”

Yoongi slurps up what you feed him, cock threatening to rip his jeans. He missed you. Oh, he fucking missed you. Everything about you, but especially your orgasms. So sweet. So fucking sweet.

Yoongi uses his entire mouth to drink you up, twisting his fingers inside you.

Everything is just too much for a moment. The overstimulation is too intense. You tug on his hair and croak the only word which will really stop him.

“Snow-”

Yoongi is gone from your middle before you can utter your safe word. He kisses you deeply, hips rolling into your inner thigh and big hands cradling your face. His fingers smear your orgasm all over your skin like this, but you don’t mind. It feels so good to be held by him.

“I’m here, princess. I’m here.”

“You’re so mean”, you get out, twitching as you recover.

“Don’t say that when you have been bewitching me all evening. You got what you fucking asked for.”

You giggle, pulling him closer by his hair. He chuckles, smiling into the kiss. You and he are so right. You are so fucking right. You can bicker as much as you want because it won’t ever be taken seriously by the other. Truly, every second with him feels like heaven.

He breaks the kiss, but stays close so you can taste his words. His fingers are tracing your temples.

“How are you doing, my love? I know I was being kinda intense right now.”

“Good, really warm and fuzzy.”

“Mhm, good. Is it really over for you? Was I too much? Or did I hurt you?”

You shake your head, “you always tell me to say it when I need a break. I’m sorry, I thought that-”

“Hush, you did well, my good girl. Thank you for stopping me when it got too much. I never wanna go too far with you, my beloved”, he silences you, kissing your neck, “I don’t wanna rush you or push you to do something, but I’m…I need more of you.”

“I need more of you too. Please.”

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Yes Boongie, so sure.”

“Fuck princess, I missed you”, he sighs and gives you one deep kiss before he sits up and gets off bed.

You sit up as well, watching him begin to undress.

“Wait, Boongie.”

He stops, “changed your mind? That’s alright princess, we can-”

“No, not that.”

“What then?”

You glance to the side. Yoongi follows your line of sight. Hoseok is staring at you, face flushed and hand in his pants. He looks done for, he really does.

Yoongi looks back at you. He doesn’t seem embarrassed or uncomfortable. In a surprising sense, he seems turned on by the aspect of Hoseok being present.

“I don’t mind. He’s seen everything of me”, Yoongi says and pulls the shirt over his head.

“He did?” You look at Hoseok for answers. “You did??”

“He came to me one night, asking for a rimjob. I gave it to him in the shower. We were naked for it.”

“Holy fuck and you didn’t tell me?”

“I promised not to tell. I figured he would tell you anyway.”

“Well, he didn’t.”

You look at Yoongi, who is currently busy undoing his pants. He meets your eyes briefly.

“I forgot”, he says dryly.

“Yoongi! You can’t forget stuff like this! I need to know, it’s so hot to know.”

“You’re way too nosy for your own good”, Yoongi says, climbing onto bed now completely naked and ready for more of you.

You however push him away. He lets you with a chuckle.

“I’m not too nosy. You’re too private.”

“Oh forgive me for valuing my privacy, ___. I didn’t know I’d automatically lose it when I’m dating you.”

You take off your dress and bra, climbing his lap. Yoongi grabs your waist possessively, gazing up at you. You are pushing and pulling each other gently, feeling charged in electricity.

“Obviously you are. We’re one soul.”

He smiles, kissing you as you pull him close.

You break it again, despite his quiet beg for more.

“Show me.”

“What?”

“Show me how it was having your ass ate.”

“Turn around and I will.”

“No. No, you turn around and have Hobi do it.”

“What?”

“What? Me?”

Yoongi and Hoseok exchange a look. The latter is turned on, while Yoongi is shy.

“I don’t know”, he murmurs.

“Only if you feel like it. I don’t want to force you to do anything.”

“It’s not that. It’s just something I haven’t done before in front of other people.”

“So you want it?”

He nods his head. You tilt it up with a finger under his chin.

“We’re one soul, aren’t we?”

“We are”, Yoongi whispers, eyes spilling over with love for you. “Holy fuck princess, I wanna grant your every wish. Even this damned insanity.”

You chuckle, “then let me watch you get ate.”

“Fuck this is insane. Fine, I’ll do it.”

You climb off his lap and look at Hoseok.

“Would you be down as well?”

“You’re asking me? Of course, but first holy fuck you two are so hot. It’s insane, your connection is insane. It’s like every second you two are together is charged with electricity, I’ve never seen two people so perfect for each other.”

You and Yoongi exchange a giddy look. Being perfect for each is epic.

“Dude seriously, I gotta get naked too. I hope you don’t mind. I’m so turned on that my clothes hurt.”

“Go ahead, this is so hot.”

Hoseok undresses quickly. All of you look at his cock instantly. So hard and throbbing.

“Damn, Hobi.”

“Yeah, that hurt to have inside jeans.”

“I can relate”, Yoongi says with his own cock terribly hard.

The two men chuckle. Hoseok climbs onto the bed and to Yoongi. Yoongi’s laughter dies down in shyness, he gulps and drops in the sheets to flee Hoseok.

Hoseok is above him, eyes hungry and dark. He brushes his hair out of Yoongi’s suddenly very flushed face.

“Your devotion to her is such a turn on. You should have the favour returned, shouldn’t you?” he rasps.

Yoongi gulps audibly, looking to his side. To you. To his love.

“Eyes on me”, Hoseok pulls him back with two fingers gripping his chin.

Yoongi flutters his lashes at him.

“There we go”, Hoseok rasps and kisses him.

Yoongi sighs, back arching and hands balling to fists on the sheets. It is so insanely hot to watch him fall like this. He squirms and writhes and takes the kiss with such eagerness yet shyness.

And once Hoseok breaks it for the sake of kissing a path down to his cock, Yoongi chases him with parted lips. Of course the kiss never comes and he is destined to wish for more. You can’t bear to watch him so denied but you have to. You need to take in every second of how Hoseok touches him.

He reaches his stomach, lingers and passes it without ever touching it. Yoongi writhes and sighs, opening his legs. Hoseok claims it instantly, laying the kisses he can’t place on his stomach on his inner thighs instead.

You rub your legs together. So Yoongi doesn’t want his stomach touched quite yet and Hoseok blindly respects it. The way their bodies communicate really turns you on.

Hoseok sucks a small hickey to the part of where Yoongi’s thigh meets his groin. Yoongi gasps, brows lifting and pouty lips parting.

“Such soft thighs”, Hoseok purrs and repeats the hickey on the other side.

“Hoba”, Yoongi sighs, putting his legs over his shoulders almost instinctively.

“Fuck, this is hot”, you get out under your breath. You have never seen or experienced Yoongi do this. Of course sometimes you lovingly force him to his luck by putting his legs over your shoulders, but he never did it on his own with you. You are jealous for not even a second and then you are so turned on that you can scarcely breathe. They look so fragile and weak as they lay around Hoseok’s head. Hoseok’s sculpted arms around them are such a sexy contrast.

Hoseok purrs deeply, wrapping his hand around Yoongi’s shaft so he can press his cock against his stomach. He puts his mouth on his tip, licking and sucking his frenulum as if it was a clit he was making out with.

Yoongi locks his legs behind Hoseok’s head, curling his toes and lifting his hips off the mattress. The moan he lets out is so incredibly blissed out and submissive that you feel your pussy throb. You expected this to be hot, but not like this. Holy fuck, you’re insane for them.

“So good, such a good cock”, Hoseok lulls between his wet licks, “such a good, yummy cock.”

“Fuck, Hoba”, Yoongi gets out breathily, fingers trembling on the sheets.

“Mhmh”, Hoseok purrs, sucking on his most sensitive spot until Yoongi moans against his will and buries his fingers in his hair. Only then he lets off, guiding his tongue down his veiny shaft and balls. Yoongi’s fingers slip from his hair again, now twisting the sheets. He is holding his breath, legs losing strength so Hoseok can grab them and press them into his stomach.

His needy hole is revealed like this. Hoseok claims it instantly, dragging the flat of his wet tongue over it by nodding his head repeatedly.

“Hoseok”, Yoongi moans, hands coming up to grab his own hair.

It is so adorable how restless his hands are during sex. Almost as if they have no idea what to do when they aren’t the one giving pleasure. They seem to be happy in his hair for now, twisting and tugging on it as Hoseok makes out with his sensitive rim.

“Mhm so fucking delicious, you’re so fucking sweet”, he purrs, kissing and sucking his rim. Just for a little, to really get a taste of him. But he doesn’t want to be patient for long. Yoongi wasn’t either when it came to you. He should get the same experience.

Hoseok flexes his tongue and slips it inside Yoongi’s tight hole.

“Ah!” Yoongi yelps and instantly throws his hand over his own mouth, muffling himself now that he can’t seem to shut the fuck up.

Hoseok growls, gripping Yoongi’s writhing hips so he can pull them onto his tongue repeatedly. His ivory skin bruises where Hoseok grips him and flushes pink on other spots as Hoseok makes him burn up.

“Slow down please”, Yoongi begs, voice barely wanting to go above a gasp.

Hoseok shakes his head, wiggling his wet tongue deeper.

“Slow please, I can’t.”

To witness Yoongi just as desperate and ruined as he so often makes you is orgasmic to you. He is shaking so much, writhing so helplessly, sounding so sweet. You could honestly kiss Hoseok stupid for doing this to him.

Yoongi mewls and closes his legs on Hoseok’s head.

“Slow please”, he squeaks and squeezes his eyes shut, “please is too much, plea-ah..”

Hoseok pushes Yoongi’s legs apart, lifting his head to talk.

“Stop trying to flee. You did the same to ___.”

Yoongi shifts his eyes to you. Tears escape him.

“___”, he never spoke your name like this before. So helpless, so full of longing and as if your name was the remedy he needed. He reaches out, speaking your name a second time.

You intertwine your hand with him.

“I’m here, my love”, you get out and lean down to kiss his cheek.

He whimpers, growing slack in utter bliss.

“You’re so hot when you’re like this, my love. I’m so turned on.”

Yoongi gets out half of your name and then something makes his eyes roll back and his voice cut off.

You look down. Hoseok is kneeling between Yoongi’s legs, pumping two fingers into his hole.

“I took the freedom to get some lube. I hope you don’t mind that I slipped some fingers inside.”

Yoongi shakes his head, letting out a terribly high pitched sound. He squeezes your hand, twisting his own hair with the other. His muscles flex like this.

“You don’t? That’s good, you’re so soft inside”, Hoseok praises and picks up speed. Again, Yoongi wasn’t patient with you and he should experience the same.

Yoongi wails up, lifting his body off the mattress as far as his back allows him. He drops it again as Hoseok weakens his legs to the point of shaking against his will.

He makes a sound bordering that of a helpless whimper, squeezing your hand tightly.

“Does this feel good to you, love?”

He nods his head, throwing it back a second later when Hoseok speeds up even more.

You can hear his wet fingers fuck into him, that’s how passionately he does it. Yoongi shakes and writhes against his will, cock throbbing and leaking on his tensing stomach. His voice is whiny, coming out as constant little noises which he so clearly can’t control.

“Yeah that’s it, shake for us. So good, keep shaking”, Hoseok talks him through it, curling his fingers each time they grace his sensitive prostate.

“Stop please”, Yoongi begins begging, overwhelmed by how good it feels.

“Hurts?”

“No, stop please too much, please.”

“That’s not a reason, you can take it.”

“No”, he mewls, arching his back, “too much.”

Hoseok buries his fingers as deep as possible and twists his hand. Yoongi kicks the sheets, accidentally hitting Hoseok as well.

“Ah geez”, Hoseok gasps and chuckles, “careful, hyung.”

“Sorry. Sorry please I’m sorry”, Yoongi keens, “___ stop it please. I’m sorry.”

“Hobi, let’s slow down for a bit, okay?”

Hoseok listens, slipping his fingers free. He soothes Yoongi by gently licking his rim, massaging his balls as well.

“Is this nice?” he asks, voice muffled by his butt.

Yoongi sighs, nodding his head. He still twitches sometimes from the electricity Hoseok forces to run through him.

“And this? Is this nice?” Hoseok asks, licking his rim as he buries his fingers back inside. He keeps them still but curls them against his prostate while his tongue traces his stretched hole.

“I can’t”, Yoongi lets out breathily and hides his eyes behind his hand, “is too much.”

“Okay”, Hoseok slips out.

“No!”

“No?”

“No. More. I don’t know. Don’t stop.”

Hoseok chuckles, burying his fingers back inside Yoongi’s small hole.

“You’re just whining for the sake of it”, he teases and changes his mouth to pleasure his cock. He keeps his focus on his tip, making out with it just like he did before.

Yoongi grows slack, body melting in the warmth Hoseok makes him feel. Even his hand around yours loosens, slipping from your grasp. It twitches on the sheets.

You take his other hand and guide it from his eyes, calling his attention with it. He barely manages to open his eyes but he does and once he did, he spills tears.

“___”, he moans.

“Do you feel good, my love?”

“Good”, he says, nodding his head.

“That’s good. He is making you look so pretty. Shaking from pleasure fits you so well.”

He furrows his brows, eyes hazy and glassy. They flit to your lips.

You understand, cradling his cheeks to kiss him.

Yoongi mewls, arching his back in ecstasy. Hoseok purrs, tasting the very second you kissed him. Yoongi’s cock throbbed and spilled sweetness. Hoseok thinks it’s adorable how much Yoongi loves you. He loves you so much that he tenses and throbs and leaks just from a kiss.

A sudden thought comes into his mind. One that will play into everything Yoongi loves. You, being inside you and getting his ass fucked.

Hoseok comes up with a slurp, keeping his fingers inside. He even adds another one to test if Yoongi was ready for cock. Yoongi throbs around him, hole almost sucking him in. Yes, he is definitely ready for more.

“I have an idea.”

You break the kiss. Yoongi chases it, looking up at you with sad puppy eyes.

“What idea?”

“Do you wanna fuck? Like penetration?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“You and Yoongi in missionary. I fuck his ass.”

“Hot. Hobi, this is so hot”, you say and look at Yoongi, “are you down?”

Yoongi looks star struck, bewitched, taken by love. He nods his head, eyes filling with even more love for you.

You smile, caressing his cheek.

“Did you hear what he said or are you just nodding to everything I say?”

“Me inside you and him inside me”, Yoongi gets out breathily, nodding his head again, “is…good.”

“Mmh Boongie, I could eat you up”, you purr and kiss him. Only briefly, ending up in Yoongi to chase you with a whine.

You cannot give him more however, needing to lie down.

Hoseok slips his fingers out of Yoongi’s ass and climbs to you. He is between your legs, stealing a kiss. One you give him gladly and one which ends too soon for your liking. He tastes like Yoongi. It’s addicting.

Hoseok smiles, “allow me a quick check up.”

“Okay.”

Hoseok disappears between your legs, connecting his mouth with your pussy without warning.

“Woah-ah!” you yelp, grabbing his hair and sitting up in shock.

Hoseok purrs, swirling his tongue through your folds and sucking on your clit.

“Ho-” A twitch of your legs. “-bi. Ah!”

Your clit is between his lips. He uses the chance to dance his tongue over it in a quick rhythm.

You drop in the sheets, arching your back.

“Hobi, what the fuck-aah, ah Hob-ah.”

“Mhhm”, Hoseok lets out and finally releases you from the most amazing torture. He dances his lips and tongue up your torso, fingers touching your pussy gently. He gives each of your nipples a suck and a lick then ends it by kissing your neck.

His deep voice tickles you as he talks to you.

“Just had to make sure that you’re ready for him.”

“And you have to- ah- do it like- aha- that?”

“Mh-hm, I do”, he purrs and nibbles on your ear gently, “I smelled your panties when you got ate. Made me wanna have a taste myself. Wanted to be greedy.”

“Fuck please just fill me up.”

“Mhm that’s Yoongi’s job”, he says and gives your cheek a kiss, straightening up afterwards.

Yoongi is resting on his side, having watched the scene hungrily. He exchanges a kiss with Hoseok as they change spots.

“I’ll let you get used to her and then I’ll come in, yeah?”

“Yeah”, Yoongi croaks.

“Now go on, fuck her.”

Yoongi doesn’t need to be told twice, climbing between your legs. You tangle your hands in his hair instantly, chest heaving up and down.

“I need you.”

“I’m so turned on. I don’t know if I’ll last long.”

“That’s okay, just keep filling me up as often as you need to.”

“Fuck princess, you aren’t making it better.”

You giggle, pulling him closer.

“Fucking stick it in before I make you.”

Yoongi purrs, smiling drunkenly. He aligns himself with you and pushes inside. There is no resistance, no struggle. He slips inside as if you were made for him and he was made for you.

You and he share a moan, falling into a needy tongue kiss instantly. His hips pick up a deep rhythm, cock instantly finding your favourite spots.

Each moan you let out gets swallowed by him, each moan he makes gets tasted by you. You didn’t even know how much you needed the other until you are finally like this. Each stroke feels electric, filling you both with so much pleasure it gets hard to kiss.

Despite popular belief, it is Yoongi who breaks the kiss, panting into your mouth.

“Yoongi, you feel so good”, you mewl, hazy eyes looking up at him.

“You do, yeah”, he answers you, loving you each time he bottoms out. He draws a circle when he is deep inside, basking in the fluttering of your walls. He knows that you feel good right now and it fills him with ecstasy.

“Can I join now?” Hoseok’s question fills him with ecstasy as well.

He nods his head, stilling his hips for now. You cup his face, breathing with him and looking so deeply into his eyes that he feels on cloud nine.

“I love you”, you whisper.

“I love you too…Oh fucking hell, ___ he’s doing it.”

Yoongi’s eyes go out of focus, his mouth falls open. He moans and you find yourself whimpering his name. The view of him being entered is now burned into your mind forever.

“There we go, you took me so well”, Hoseok praises, rubbing Yoongi’s hips, “move when you’re ready.”

Yoongi instantly moves, managing to do three thrusts before he collapses into you.

“Holy fuck, urgh.”

“Yoongi, oh god”, you mewl, hugging him.

He picks himself up again, trying another time.

“Holy fuck, holy fuck. Fuck, urgh, fuck”, Yoongi chants, face scrunched in pleasure. He looks utterly and completely out of it, riding on what seems to be the most intense sensation he ever experienced.

“Is it that good?” you get out.

“Yes, holy fuck.”

“Oh god, Yoongi”, you whimper, twisting his hair.

“Hoba, holy fuck…”

“Yeah, that’s nice, isn’t it? Fucking your love and getting your ass fucked in return. I bet you fantasise about having her stick her fingers up your ass when you fuck her, don’t you?”

Yoongi nods his head.

“You do?” you mewl, head turning.

He nods his head more vigorously.

“Yoongi, oh god”, you croak, losing control over yourself.

“Baby”, Yoongi chokes out, “___ baby!”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t-ah”, you choke out, shaking from the surprise high his confession forces out of you.

Yoongi’s hips stutter. Hoseok picks up for him, fucking into him deep and hard so he would move his hips and therefore fuck you as well.

“Hoba please”, Yoongi mewls, falling to his elbows and twisting the pillow above your head. You keep moaning so sweetly and your pussy is so tight. This isn’t making it easier. Hoseok’s cock is the worst of everything though. It is so difficult to handle. It feels so good. So fucking good as it stretches him out, fills him up, pounds his prostate. Yoongi is so sensitive up his butt, how could he be able to handle it when he has your warm pussy around his dick as well?

“Yoongi, oh god. Hobi, you’re making him cum, I feel it”, you wail.

“Good. That’s what he should do. Cum for me. Both of you. Fucking cum for me”, Hoseok spits and makes both of you wail up as he fucks you through Yoongi’s orgasm.

He doesn’t stop afterwards, pounding into him and forcing him to drill you just as passionately in the process. It is almost impossible to handle for you, you don’t even want to imagine the kind of orgasmic electricity Yoongi currently finds himself on.

Judging by the untamed noises he makes and the amount of throbbing his cock is doing, it is a lot. And the thing is, that his current state is turning you on so much that it feels a million times better for you as well.

“You make the sweetest noises for me. Such good ones, you’re made to be fucked like this. So good”, Hoseok praises, face darkened in pleasure. He grips Yoongi’s hips to the point of bruising, switching between looking at how his pink hole swallows his wet, girthy cock and looking at your face as he fucks you with the help of Yoongi.

“So pretty for me, I’m going insane”, he gets out, following it with a curse through gritted teeth. He thrusts into Yoongi with such passion that the poor man comes tumbling down on top of you, legs unable to work.

“Again.”

“Yoongi oh god, I love this”, you whimper, eyes rolling back at the sensation of his hot cum coating even the deepest crevices of your walls. Because he lies on you like this, he naturally puts pressure on your stomach and therefore forces your walls to tighten around him. You can feel each time he is deep in your stomach.

“I’m cumming”, you sob, digging your nails into Yoongi’s back as your last hope.

“Yes baby cum”, Hoseok spits, eyes widened in obsession and glued to your face. It is contorted in orgasmic bliss all while your nails leave red marks on Yoongi’s fair back. How pretty. Fair skin, red marks and dark hair. The contrast is like art. Hoseok knows that Taehyung would love it.

He has no idea why he suddenly thought of him, but he did and it makes him want to angle himself deeper and give Yoongi one more. He can feel that he is close.

“Hoba please urgh fuck I can’t stop cumming”, he moans and breaks on his cock. He sobs into the crook of your neck, sounding so ruined and blissed out that it sets you off as well.

“I need to-”

“Me too.”

“Fuck, you two are made for each other”, Hoseok spits, head turning in bliss. The scent of your wet orgasms fills his veins. Yoongi’s ass is tight all of a sudden, Hoseok feels his cock throb uncontrollably.

He growls, digging his fingers deeper into Yoongi’s hips.

“Can I?”

“Yes, please”, Yoongi sobs, nodding his head vigorously.

“You two are so hot”, Hoseok croaks and finally lets go, emptying himself deep inside Yoongi’s ass. He throws his head back for it, moaning blissfully. What a wonderful way to end this evening. What a perfect way.

He drops on Yoongi after his high died down.

Your whines are instant, “I can’t breathe guys please.”

“Sorry”, Hoseok mumbles, rolling off of Yoongi.

Yoongi merely makes a sound, blowing air onto your neck in a tired sigh. You chuckle, ruffling his hair. He is already a little easier to bear without Hoseok’s extra weight on top of you. In a way, he is nice to have on top. Warm and soft.

“So can I officially say that I ruined The power couple of the supernatural world?” Hoseok breaks the comfortable silence.

You crack up, reaching over to nudge his chest.

“You’re an idiot. Say what you want, it’s honestly not a lie. I feel done.”

“Me too”, Yoongi mumbles into your neck, cuddling closer, “is nice.”

“Yeah, it’s really nice.”

Hoseok smiles, “it is”, he agrees and rolls to his side so he can snuggle into you and Yoongi. He kisses your cheek softly. “I like having you two over. It’s nice.”

“You’re so sweet. We love staying here”, you say and give the bridge of his nose a little kiss, “by the way, you have a really beautiful nose.”

Hoseok meets your gaze, eyes filled with surprise yet warm giddiness.

“I do?”

“Mhm, you do.” You trace it softly, forcing his eyes to close halfway. “It’s so perfect for your face.”

“It is”, Yoongi agrees in a mumble, “is handsome, yeah.”

Hoseok giggles, kicking the sheets and scrunching his eyes giddily, “wow thanks you two”, he gets out, snuggling you and Yoongi aggressively.

You snicker while Yoongi whines about getting the sheets dirty. Which only makes Hoseok snuggle you harder and your laughter grow. Yes, coming over is definitely always worth it.

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bangtansmauyeondan · 2 years ago

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

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

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

Pairing: Yoongi x Fem Reader

Genre: established relationship, fluff, smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“Honey, I’m home!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- End -

#bangtansmauyeondan #midnight's minuet #yoongi au #yoongi smut #yoongi fluff #yoongi x reader #yoongi fanfic #bts fanfic #piano crumbs

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wastingmylifesecondatatime · 4 months ago

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Jung Hoseok Masterlist - One Shots/Drabbles

Updated: 28.07.2024 🔞 = mature ✔ = completed Other masterlists: mother masterlist

NEW ADDITIONS:

Dom-ino's by @sope-and-shine (added: 28.07.2024)

↳ " “Thank you for placing your order with Dom-ino’s! We hope you enjoy your selection and we’ll see you soon!!” You had no problem spending Valentine’s Day alone with some movies and a pizza, but it wasn’t your fault that the Special for Domino’s happened to have the same name as a special for some dating service."

↳ Fake Dating AU

#smut #angst #fluff #fic rec #masterlist #bts #imagine #jung hoseok x reader #hobi x reader #hoseok x reader

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beautifulpersonpeach · 1 year ago

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Hey BPP! Would love to hear about your favorite collabs (either of the group or of individual members). Every time I try to make my own list I get distracted finding yet another collab that RM did that I didn't know about lol. Some of my favorites are Who Are You with Lauv, Winter Flower with Younha and .... well honestly no matter how many times I listen to Suga's albums or what im doing, I always have to stop to listen to Snooze. It's so compelling. What are your favorites?

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A fun ask!

(Thank you)

Namjoon does the best collabs, by the way. Hands down, it's like his super power. He's very good at identifying good partners, people who are doing interesting, creative things, who understand what he wants and respect his choices.

Crying Over You - HONNE & BEKA

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RM with the magic again.

Sexy Nukim - Balming Tiger

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Jimin's vocals on any collab feels like Momofuku's chili crisp on hot ramyeon. But with Charli's vocals especially, it just fits so well. That bass kick when he starts singing always hits so good too.

Dream Glow - Charli XCX

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Can I add a SOPE collab? I know it's not strictly outside BTS, which I think is what is implied in your ask, but I cannot not talk about HUH?!

HUH?! - j-hope

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The best song released in 2023 is On The Street by j-hope ft J. Cole. By the way.

On The Street - J. Cole

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I sometimes get the feeling that My Universe is slept on. Like, people don't really appreciate how good a song it is. From the way this whole relationship with Coldplay developed, to Chris' insistence on speaking Korean, singing the Korean lyrics to his very white, European audiences, this collab remains one of the most wholesome ones the tannies have done so far. IMO. I also really like taekook's vocals on it. I wish there was more of Jimin (though he really shines in the Acoustic version).

My Universe - Coldplay (SUGA's remix is my favourite)

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The fact we got 3J back because of it is enough reason for Butter Remix to get a mention.

I wonder how many of my followers listen to Megan Thee Stallion. Because personally, I adore her. When that lawsuit thing with her label happened for Butter remix, I legit paid up to donate to her charity lol. One of my best spends in 2021 tbh.

Butter Remix - Megan Thee Stallion

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So, that's seven good BTS collabs I like. :)

#bts #jimin #jungkook #jikook #yoongi #hoseok #namjoon #seokjin

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kiestrokes · 1 year ago

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a Bias Check

I do not have an ult group, because I came into the kpop fandom stanning ASTRO and SHINee simultaneously. As multi-stan as it could have been. There’s always an ebb and flow between eras and comebacks for which group I prefer more.

aespa Bias: Winter | Wreckers: Karina

ASTRO Bias: Moonbin 🌕 | Wreckers: MJ & Rocky

ATEEZ Bias: MATZ | Wreckers: Yunho, Yeosang, OT8

BTOB Bias: Eunkwang | Wreckers: Peniel

BTS Bias: Sope | Wreckers: Jimin, OT7

ENHYPEN Bias: Sunoo | Wreckers: Jungwon, all of them?

Epik High Bias: Tukutz | Wreckers: Tablo

EXO Bias: Lay + Kyungsoo | Wreckers: Baekhyun, Kai, Jongdae, all of them sometimes.

GOT7 Bias: Jackson | Wreckers: BamBam, Jinyoung, OT7...don’t ask me about Jaebeom PLEASE

Kiss of Life Bias: Natty | Wreckers: Belle

LE SSERAFIM Bias: Kazuha | Wreckers: Chaewon, Yunjin

MAMAMOO Bias: Solar | Wreckers: Hwasa

MONSTA X Bias: Kihyun | Wreckers: Honey 🐝, Changkyun, OT7

NCT: 127, Dream, U, WayV Ult Bias: YuMark | Wreckers: everyone but Johnny, but sometimes Johnny 127 Bias: YuMark Dream Bias: Renjun U Bias: Doyoung WayV Bias: Yangyang

Red Velvet Bias: Wendy | Wreckers: Selugi

SEVENTEEN Bias: BooSoonHao | Wreckers: Shua, Scoups, Dino, DK, truly OT13

SHINee Bias: Key | Wreckers: heavily Jinki wrecked

Stray Kids Bias: Seungmin | Wreckers: Lino, OT8

SuperM Bias: Mark | Wreckers: this is literally a super group of my fave SM artists, OT6

TXT Bias: Taehyun | Wreckers: Yeonjun, Soobin

The Rose Bias: Hajoon | Wreckers: Sammy 🖤 I first heard Lazy back in 2020 and fell in love with Woosung's voice.

XG Bias: Cocona | Wreckers: Maya, Chisa

🎧 for the unbiased groups and soloists, it will just be easier to drop my playlists:

K-ulture (k-pop with some c-pop)

Tren-dy (R&B, tren-chill)

K-afe (coffee shop vibes)

#bias check #mars.fm #multistan

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cheese-entity · 1 year ago

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jhope suchwita episode highlights:

obviously number one is jhope I miss him so much good god hearing his laugh again was so healing I love him. He shines

my sope heart is so doing laps I adore them together auughh

the fact that the editors played heartbeat and tae's scenery omg I can believe they even remember their existence. Truly genuinely 2 of their best songs out there and I'm not joking. they did that for me

the constant cat pics and sounds anytime yoongi does anything lmao never gets old

I loved when they talked about going to see dance battles together when they were younger

hope on the street and new ost album announcement JHOPE KEEPS US FED LOVE U KING

When yoongi said "hybe?? 🤨😒" DEAD

Hobi: "i really want them [new gen] to succeed. I mean it" yoongi: " I want you to make it big the most 🥺" CAN THEY STOP

The fact that yoongi met hobi and some of the guys in his underwear I can't 💀

Love them with all my heart

#jhope #yoongi #suchwita #sad that i cant make gifs of the show right now :((

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imajinthis · 2 years ago

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This deserves the spot as my first blog post. I read this a few days ago, still unable to move on from the holidays and missing our WWH.

I rate this 10/10.

Hi @sope-and-shine 💜

#kim seokjin fic #kim seokjin fluff #seokjin

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sakura-cat-nightmare · 14 days ago

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I just wrote for nearly two hours straight while listening to the same song over and over again. Yeah, what can I say? My sope fanfiction is 1792 words longer, I nearly made myself cry (out of joy), and it's like 2 a.m., and I am not sleeping.

Also, when i started, I planned on writing for like half an hour to relax a bit after doing 5 hours of civil law. Well, it escalated, but I don't regret it ✨️✨️

It's like the most i wrote in weeks so I'm around even though I should be sleeping bc i have to do much criminal law stuff tomorrow.

Also, here is the song i listened to the whole time. If anyone wants to listen to it.

#sope #yoonseok #bts suga #bts jhope #bts #sope fanfiction #fanfictions #writers on tumblr #Spotify

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sope-and-shine · 2 years ago

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Maybe We’re A Movie | Part 2

-> Pairing: Jin x Reader

-> fluff // minor angst

-> Word Count: 11.4k

-> Summary: Living in the city far away from home, you tend to miss out on family news. So, when you return home for the holiday’s, all you plan to do is spend time with family and catch up on everything you’ve missed since your last visit. You expected the jabs at living so far away and the poking at your barren love life, but you don’t expect to actually find love. Meeting the town’s newest resident and baker, you find yourself falling for his charm and good looks. Everything about him is just so magical…but there’s something strange going on with him and his shop that you can’t quite place. Is it just your hesitation to let him be a Christmas fling? Or is it something more?

-> Warning(s): Taegi side pairing, yoonji and hobi side pairing, mild language, lots of familial rough housing, teasing, constant poking and prodding about relationship status, typical ‘when are you going to settle down’ trope, talk about yoongi’s shaky coming out and love life, very Hallmark-esque

a/n: I was gonna wait to post this and then i changed my mind

Part 1 || Part 3 || Part 4

The conversation from the night before definitely reminded you why you left home in the first place. The nosiness, the ruckus, the ‘do this for your family’ mentality. You love your family, but they can be overbearing. It always feels like you’ve been in a wrestling match and all you can do is hold on until time runs out. At least being home gives you a chance to sneak into town without anyone to bother you.

You stroll through the park, occasionally spotting folks here and there that you haven’t spoken to in a while. They all look so happy for the holiday season. Some are just here on break from their extended degree programs, some have just come home to share time with family - much like you - and others are home to show off their new family additions.

When you were in high school, you always thought you’d meet someone at college. Then, when college finally passed with no one to spend intimate moments with, you figured you’d meet someone at work or at least in the city. But your career took off faster than you thought it would, and suddenly there was no time for you to even look at strangers passing by on the street.

Do you enjoy others and their families? No. But sometimes you can’t help but think about how right your Mom is.

Along your journey, you find yourself walking towards BE, Seokjin’s store. Its storefront isn’t as brightly lit as it was when you passed it the other night, but the window decor is still just as lively as it was then. The architecture and the exterior designs are practically the same, but the new paint and signage seem to give it a whole new life.

You walk over to where the stairs are to enter the facility and take the ramp up instead. You’d seen the ramp’s addition on your last visit home, when Mrs. Goo was still the owner of the bakery. Instead of the plain french doors with the simple ‘Goo’s Bakery’ sign, it’s been replaced with a white door with a ‘B’ and an ‘E’ in gold on each window. In smaller writing below those are the words ‘Maison Products’ that are also in gold.

“Homemade Products…” You read to yourself. No offense to Seokjin, but you didn’t really see him as the homemade knick knack kind of guy. Only one way to find out, though

You enter through the door on the right, stepping into the warmth of the shop. It has that woodsy, pine scent with a hint of popcorn and cookies wafting through the air. It’s a comforting scent, one that feels like home even if that’s not what your home smells like. The store itself looks like something out of a movie.

Unlike the bright exterior of the storefront, the inside is covered in neutral tones. The floors are still the original that Mrs. Goo had when she ran the store, but the walls are all painted a dark, forest green instead of the light blue walls. There are shelves along the walls filled with possible Christmas presents, decorations, cards, and loads of items to become stocking stuffers. There are even a few tables where some people sit eating baked goods and enjoying hot drinks.

“Hi! Welcome in!” You turn to your left where the registers are, right next to the baked goods. A man with blonde hair, a white shirt, and a red apron walks out from behind the counter with a tray of bagged popcorn in various flavors. He smiles, “We’ll be with you in just a mome-Agh!” The poor man trips, sending him - and the popcorn bags - to the floor.

You rush over to his aid, “Hey! You okay?”

The clumsy man pushes himself off of the floor and onto his knees, “Oh, yeah, I’m fine! Just clumsy, that’s all.” You help him up.

“Namjoon!” Jimin - the employee from the other night - comes running from somewhere else in the store. He stops when he sees Namjoon dusting himself off with your help. “Oh, you tripped again. And we just finished wrapping the popcorn too…”

You pick up one of the various bags and inspect it for any imperfections, finding none, “For what it’s worth, I think the popcorn is still together.”

Jimin picks up his own bag and he inspects it as well - nodding in agreement, “Yeah, it does look pretty okay.”

Namjoon takes the bag from your hands, “Thanks for the help.”

“No problem, Namjoon.”

“I’m Jimin.” The pink haired employee extends his hand to you and you gladly shake it, “I haven’t seen you around here before. You new?”

“No, I just don’t come home unless it’s Christmas or something big,” You explain, “My name is Min (Y/n).”

His face light’s up in recognition, “Oh! Jeongguk’s older sister! So, it was you in the passenger seat the other night when he stuck his whole upper body out of the window.”

“That’s me.” You laugh.

“He talks about you a lot,” he mentions, “Not to spoil anything, but he comes in to grab a gift for you at least 2 times a month.”

“That sounds like my brother.”

The front door bells chime as someone walks in, “I’m back with the flour!” You turn your attention to the confident store owner you’d met the other day. He has a huge bag in his arms resting over his right shoulder. As soon as he steps into the store, his eyes seem to draw immediately to Namjoon and his messy hair, “Oh, what do we have here? Did Joon trip again? It wasn’t cookies this time, was it?”

“Just the popcorn.” You assure him.

Jimin pipes up as well, “We sealed it all before he dropped it this time!”

“A nice improvement.” He nods in approval. He gestures to the bag in his arms with his head, “Take this to the kitchen?”

“Sure.” Jimin takes the bag off of Jin’s hands and makes his way behind the counter, Namjoon getting back to work stacking popcorn on the floor displays.

Jin turns to you, his approving smile turning into one of pleasant disbelief, “I didn’t expect to see you here already.”

You shrug, “I was curious about the hype,” You admit. You take another look around and smile, “I can see it though. You did a great job decorating and everything in your display looks delicious.”

“Thank you! That means a lot coming from someone who’s apparently a better baker than me.” He teases, “Say, you’re not trying to start a business against me, are you?”

You put your hands up in defense, “No thanks. I have a very good job that pays me very well.”

“Stability. That’s understandable. I respect that.” He looks around the store for a moment and then back to you, “Why don’t you let me show you around?”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. I’m sure you’re busy enough as it is.” You try to protest.

“We’re pretty on top of our game today. Plus the breakfast crowd is slowing down. Besides, who am I going to get in trouble with? Myself?” He asks

“Well, when you put it that way…” You teasingly contemplate his offer, making sure to draw out your “thinking” before you respond, “Sure. Why not?”

“Follow me!” He smiles, gesturing with his hand to follow after him.

He takes you to the next room over. Several fake trees stand to make a pathway, working as product displays with prices at the top written on laminated stars. The walls are lined with shelving units, several of the shelves backstock for the trees on display and the rest housing other products like toys and knickknacks. The stairway leading upstairs is also decked out in garland and twinkling lights, large gold frames that showcase children’s artwork hanging above your head. The whole first room of the second floor is full of shelves dedicated to books, candles, and anything scented. There’s no strong smell that hits you like most stores, but there’s a light mix of smells that linger as you pass them. In the middle of it are 2 large tables, papers and buckets of crayons left obviously used in the center. The room after that is a waiting area for the bathroom and a door that most likely leads to the next floor.

“Wow, you really have everything.” It’s hard not to be impressed by everything. You’d hate to un-humble him, but he’s really outdone himself.

“With so many people having different tastes and interests, I wanted to make sure that I covered all the bases.” He admits, taking your compliment in its stride, “I even have a workshop upstairs.”

“I thought the upstairs was an apartment?” You ask. At least, it used to be when Mrs. Goo was still in charge.

“It was! But I have a wide variety in my stock, so I bought the apartment next door so I could expand a bit.” He explains. He looks around his store and you can just see the pride in his eyes, “It isn’t much, but I think I’ve really made it something.”

“So, can I go see?” You ask, obviously teasing the poor man.

He picks up on your teasing and smiles, shaking his head and holding out his arm to keep you from moving forward, “The upstairs is unfortunately for employees only.”

“I see. Understandable. I can respect that.” You jest, quoting him from earlier. He rolls his eyes and you laugh, “Well, the inside is just as gorgeous as the outside.”

“Thank you, that means a lot.” He says, seemingly very genuine. He’s definitely very playful, and you’re starting to think that his confidence is just an attempt to break the ice with others.

He suddenly claps, “Alright! Now that you’ve seen everything, why don’t we head back downstairs and you can try a cookie or two?”

“I thought you didn’t want me to try out the competition?” You ask, eyes playfully narrowing.

“A cookie or two never hurt anyone.” He states matter-of-factly, placing a hand on your shoulder and lightly pushing you towards the stairs, “Besides, I need to know if I can impress the master.” He leads you downstairs and back to the now empty bakery front, both Namjoon and Jimin sweeping up and tidying from their morning customers. He brings you to a table and pulls out a chair for you, “Madame~”

“Oh, how fancy!” You accept his gesture and take a seat, letting him push in your chair as well. You turn yourself to look at him, “Do you treat all your guests this way?”

“Just the famous ones.” He steps away to the treats counter, grabbing a plate and placing various cookies on it. They all come from trays that are almost empty or taking the last of a batch. Once he decides he has enough, he closes the display and makes his way back to you, “Now, what I have for you is a selection of our finest baked goods with a recipe so secret that even Gordon Ramsey himself couldn’t replicate them.”

You raise a brow at him, “You seem confident in that.”

“I’m always confident,” He assures you. He picks up a random cookie from the plate and holds it out to you, “And I’m also extremely confident that you are going to love these.”

“I guess I’ll just have to have a taste and find out.” You take the cookie out of his hand and take a bite. The cookie itself is chewy and moist, everything a cookie should be. You try not to let what you think tell on your face as you try a bite of each cookie on the plate, making a mental note of your favorite as you go.

Watching you eat and control your expressions seems to drive Jin crazy, and he decides he has to know exactly what you think about his baking, “Alright, enough with the poker face. What do you think?”

“I think - and this is on a scale of 1-10 - they are…” You pause for dramatic effect, “A solid 9.5.”

Seokjin’s surprised, “9.5?! Why not 10?”

You shrug, “There is always room for perfection.”

“Oh, yeah? And what are yours on that scale?”

“An 11, because I exceed expectations.” You tease.

He scoffs, “Oh, how nice…Did you get that off of a report card?”

“Every year.” You assure him.

“Likely story.” He crosses his arms and sighs, “I’ll take Jeongguk and Bora’s word and accept your answer for now, but I will try your cookies and put this nonsense to rest.”

You nod, “I’ll make a batch just for you.”

“Careful! Cooking is the way to my heart.” He warns. He gets this cheeky smile on his face and leans in, “You’re not trying to make a move on me, are you?”

You place a hand over your heart, acting as if you’ve been caught, “You noticed? There goes my plan of making you fall for me and taking over your store.”

“Well, I assure you I will keep your evil plans in mind as the season continues.” He says, chuckling to himself at your little game. You smile as well, taking a quick peek at your watch to check the time. 12:30. You’d be late if you didn’t leave now.

You start to get your things together so you can go, standing and pulling your wallet out of your purse, “I should be going now. My Mom will be starting lunch and then it’s family game night, but-“ You pause, unsure if you should admit you enjoyed his company today, “-it was nice getting to know you a bit more.”

“I hope today’s impression was much better than before?” He asks, very hopeful in today’s interaction unlike the day prior.

“It was!” You agree, finding him much less conceited and far more proud in himself and his business. But you can’t help teasing him, “Though, I am slightly disappointed I didn’t get any free pocket candy.”

He stands as well, “The cookies weren’t enough?” He asks, feigning shock.

You tilt your head in confusion, waving your wallet in your hand, “I was going to pay for those.”

“Oh no, this is a competition now. I expect your cookies in return before Christmas Day.” He explains.

“I guess I can make that happen.” You sigh, acting as though your compliance is a burden and not something that you’re now excited to do. He smiles and you laugh. You put your wallet away and slowly start to make your way to the door, “So…I’ll see you around then?”

“You will.” He follows you to the doorway and grabs the door handle before you get the chance to. He pulls the door open and takes a small, pre-packaged candy cane out of his apron to offer you, “Try not to miss me too much.”

“How could I?” You take the candy cane from him and place it in your pocket, turning back to the store to say goodbye to the others as well, “It was nice meeting you too, Jimin! Namjoon!”

“Have a good day!” Jimin calls out, peeking his head around the corner of the second room.

Namjoon stops sweeping to wave you off, “Walk carefully!”

You nod and give one last wave to Seokjin before exiting the store, pulling your coat tighter to yourself as you make your trek home.

Jimin gets down from his ladder and takes off his hat, showing off the pointed tips of his ears. He walks right up to Namjoon and hits his arm with his hat, “Walk carefully? Really?!”

Namjoon jumps back, “What?! She walked!”

“She doesn’t know you know that!” Jimin scolds.

Jin turns to the two elves, ignoring their arguing - as it is a daily occurrence - for a more important factor, “Have you two been eavesdropping this whole time?”

The two stop their fighting, sharing a look before Namjoon shrugs, “Maybe?”

Jin sighs and shakes his head, “Naughty. Very naughty.” With a quick snap of his fingers, the cookie dish vanishes from the table, leaving behind a glittering clean surface for their next round of customers.

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Christmas - according to most Christmas songs - was dubbed the most wonderful time of year. Now, it’s not entirely false, but it’s not entirely true either. Being cornered by your family is never fun, and an excuse for them to bug you is never a good one in your book. But family game night during the holiday season is easily one of your favorite holiday traditions.

Unfortunately, due to your family’s long history of “misunderstandings” and “mishaps” there is a lengthy list of games you’re all no longer allowed to play. Twister and Monopoly hold the top 2 spots on the banned list, having been banned since you were in high school. If Yoonji and Jeongguk don’t cool it this year, then UNO would be joining them as well. Thankfully, since Bora is still little, you’re able to stick to more simple and civil games.

Taehyung hits his blue button, “Rudolph!”

“Yes!” Bora cheers.

“No!” Yoonji cries, hitting the coffee table with the palm of her hand.

Your Mother thought that charades would be a good idea for Bora to stay involved. No cards to keep track of, no secret spilling, just the quiet game mixed with dancing. However, she had seriously doubted Yoonji’s competitiveness. Even worse, none of you knew just how good Taehyung actually is at games.

“Alright, that makes 10. Taehyung and Yoongi win!” Your Dad announces, clapping his hands so that Bora will congratulate them as well.

You join in and watch your sister turn to Taehyung with a deep scowl, “How did you figure that out?”

He shrugs, “She was making flying motions and patting her nose.”

“She was jumping and slapping her face!” Yoonji argues, unable to see how the motion could ever correlate to Rudolph the Red-nose Reindeer. Your sister is quick to turn to her husband, “Babe, she was jumping and slapping her face-!”

“I know, Yoonji. Taehyung just speaks kid.” Hoseok assures her, still clapping for the winners of the game. He turns to his daughter, “Bora! Tell Mommy to cheer!”

“Cheer, Mommy!” Bora encourages, clapping her little hands even harder. Yoonji gives a dry clap, but Bora doesn’t think it’s good enough. She toddles over to grab her Mother’s hands and physically helps her clap for her Uncle and Taehyung.

You laugh as Yoonji reluctantly lets it happen, still butt-hurt over her loss, “Just give him a break, Yoonji. He wants 5 kids, remember? He has to be good at charades.”

“5 what?!” Yoongi questions, his eyes wide and full of surprise.

Your Mother laughs - remembering the conversation from the other night, and Taehyung turns to you with a look of betrayal, “Sh! Don’t spill my master plan!” He turns back to Yoongi and smooths out his hair, attempting to reassure him - even though he just admitted the truth, “Just ignore them, Yoongi, they don’t know what they’re talking about.”

Yoongi still looks as though his life flashed before his eyes, and your Father is quick to come to his rescue. He stands, “Alright! Let’s take a break and refill on snacks before we move onto Mario Kart!”

Jeongguk- your partner in the games - is the first to jump up and take off running, “Pee break!”

“Me! I have to potty!” Bora announces, dropping her Mother’s hands, “Number 2!”

Hoseok hears the drill and is up faster than Yoonji, “Oh no! Let’s go, Bora!” Bora takes off for the stairs and he follows after her, “Hurry upstairs!”

Your Father laughs and grabs some of the empty bowls off the table, Yoongi getting up to help him refill them as well. You, your Mother, Yoonji, and Taehyung remain in the living room to tear down from charades.

“So, what did you do today?” Taehyung asks, holding the small ziplock back for the topic papers.

“Oh, I walked around town for a bit, enjoyed the snow and the view. The peace and quiet-” Yoonji laughs at that, “Oh! And I went to see BE today.”

“Oh? Did you see anything you like?” Yoonji asks, definitely not talking about the products or the baked goods.

You shrug, “The store was cute. Pretty impressive really.”

“That’s not what I meant.” She reminds you, knowing very well that you knew what she meant, “Did you meet the employees?”

You nod, “Yes, I did. I met Namjoon and Jimin right as I walked in.”

“And Jin…?” Your Mother chimes in, showing up in front of you to take the empty bowl from you.

“I met him too.” You assure her, “He showed me around the store.”

“Your own personal tour?” Taehyung asks.

He raises his eyebrows in suggestion and you roll your eyes at the notion, “It wasn’t anything big, he was just being nice.”

“Okay, well, what did you think about him?” Your Mother asks, wanting to know more.

You shrug, not really knowing what to say that won’t condemn you. In all honesty, Seokjin really is nicer than your first impression of him. But you can’t really say that that’s made you fall as head-over-heels for him as they all seem to be hoping, “He’s nice. He’s definitely a charmer. I can see why the store does so well.”

“So you like him?” Yoonji asks, saying it as if it’s a statement and not a question.

“Woah, woah, watch it with the way you’re using that “like” word. I just met the guy.” You remind her.

Your Mother does nothing to help, she only encourages the idea, “Okay, well, you can still like someone you just met.”

“Okay, and I don’t. Jin is just a nice guy who wants to be nice to me because Jeongguk spends his entire allowance at his store.” You argue, knowing very well that any money your little brother gets is spent on video games or something he can eat. Knowing how much Jeongguk values your opinion, it makes sense that you would be the person to convince him not to go to BE ever again. ”If I’m happy, then Jeongguk is happy.”

“So, you don’t have any opinion on him?” Yoonji inquires, her eyes practically digging into you.

You shake your head, “Not romantically.”

“But you think he’s handsome?” Yoongi’s voice chimes in from behind you.

“I never said that!” You turn around and argue. He smiles at you and you can’t help but glare at him, “Why don’t you just go back to getting snacks, Mr. Grinch?” You tease, pointing out the Grinch sweater that he wears every year.

“Ha! You’re so funny!” He fakes laughs, pretending to double over from how funny he thinks you are - which he doesn’t. He backs out of the room, still pretending to be taken over with laughter, “I’m dying over here!”

“Dying on the inside maybe.” You grumble, glaring as his figure disappears into the kitchen. You turn to the other 3 adults in the room. If you don’t set them straight now, then they’ll never leave you alone. Then you’ll spend the rest of your trip plagued by random, forced encounters with the shop owner in question. “Listen, I didn’t come home or go to his store just to play the dating game. I’m here to spend time with my family and crush them at Mario Kart! Please, just let this whole dating nonsense go!”

Your Mother looks disappointed, and Taehyung just puts his hands up in defeat. Yoonji however, doesn’t seem as easily swayed. She walks up to you with her arms crossed and eyes you up and down, “I’ll let you slide for now, because I’m not going to let the Mario Kart jab go by me. But I know you’re going to meet a guy by the end of this year, and I’m calling it right now!”

Everyone drops the subject, but it lingers in the back of your mind for the rest of the night. Even as you get ready for bed, you can’t help but think about his broad shoulders and his handsome face. You’ve never clicked with someone right off the bat this fast. Even though he came off as somewhat arrogant during your first meeting, he took your punches and rolled with them. That’s not something you’ve had before. If anything, that’s something that Joy thought pushed people away from you. But Jin seems to enjoy the banter.

It’s too bad that a man like him is just out of your reach.

With Christmas right around the corner, the need to get everything done for Santa before he arrives grows more urgent. While most of the adults staying in your childhood home are there helping to get everything done, you’re distracting the youngest family member with a nice trip to the park.

“C’mon, Bora!” A little boy calls to her, halfway to the play set steps, but waiting for her to follow him.

She toddles after him, having to climb her way through the thick snow, “I’m coming! I’m coming!”

You’d have thought that someone would shovel the sidewalks or get rid of some of the snow at the playground, but all of it was left untouched when you arrived. The snow was so high that you carried Bora all the way to the playset before you made yourself comfortable on a park bench.

It took a couple swipes with your hand to get it wiped off, but you’re sure your butt is going to be wet and cold the whole walk home. But as long as Bora is entertained and happy, you can push through the 30 minutes that you’ll spend here. It’ll be nice to get a couple pictures to bring back to your sister.

You follow her with the camera on your phone, watching her play with the other kids at the park in her big, puffy coat. You wave to her, “Hi, Bora!”

She waves back and then all of the other kids wave at you as well. You wave more erratically until you notice a gloved hand waving next to you, “Hello, everyone!”

“Seokjin.” You say, finally taking notice of the tall man in a snow coat of his own. He has two steaming cups settled in a stacked cup carrier resting on one forearm, the other is still in the air waving to the playground children.

“Just Jin.” He corrects. He stops waving and grabs one of the cups from his carrier, “Hot chocolate?”

With a day as cold as this one, you’ll gladly accept a warm drink, “Thanks.”

You open the lid as he takes a seat next to you, blowing on it before you take a sip. He watches you the whole time, an almost expectant look on his face. He waits until you raise an eyebrow at him to say what’s on his mind, “Well?”

“Well, what?” You question.

“Do you like it?” He asks.

“I do!” You assure him. It’s honestly some of the best hot chocolate you’ve had, but you won’t tell him that, “It’s good.” You take another sip.

“Good! That’s from the batch I made in the mop bucket.” He says, taking a sip from his own cup. Your first reaction is to spit out the current sip you’d taken, wiping your mouth with the back of your gloved hand as he divolves into laughter next to you, “Oh! That was priceless! I wish you could have seen your face!”

“That was not funny!” You insist. Though, no matter what you say, he still finds it absolutely hilarious. Then again, if he were Jeongguk and he had played the same prank on someone at the house, then you would probably think it’s funny too.

But again, you’ll never tell him that.

You shake your head, “Okay, laugh it up all you want. I hope you get put on Santa’s naughty list.”

He scoffs, “Bold of you to assume I’m not on it already.”

“You’re right, my mistake.” You apologize, full of sarcasm.

“I made it in the kitchen in the shop before I left.” He admits, “I’m watching Namjoon’s brother and Jimin’s son while they’re at the shop.” He points to two boys - one about 12 and the other roughly 6 - that hadn’t been on the playground when you arrived, “They’re the spitting image of them, right? Pretty creepy when you look at them together.”

“Maybe a little...” Their heads are covered in hats and they’re completely bundled up, but you can see a small likeness from where you sit, “Then again, Bora looks like she was cloned in Yoonji’s basement, so anything is possible.”

“Did you come out to enjoy the weather?” He asks

“Oh, yeah! I’m really living it up right now.” You reply sarcastically, “I would get up and show you just how excited I am, but I’m pretty sure my jeans are frozen to the bench.”

He laughs, “I’m sure park safety will be out eventually to scrape you off.”

“That’s likely.” You scoff with a light roll of your eyes. You take another sip of your hot chocolate and turn to check on Bora again, finding her off of the playset and trudging through the thick snow in your direction. Her face is red from the cold, but she doesn’t look as if she’s going to let that stop her, “Bora, what are you doing?”

“I wanna see Jin!” She yells back, taking another step and stumbling a bit.

“You wanna see me?!” Jin shouts back, getting a nod from the determined little girl. He laughs with joy, “Well, let me give you a hand.” He sets his hot chocolate off to the side and gets up, stepping through the snow to pluck the practically swimming little girl up and into his arms, and bring her back to the bench with him. He sits her right in between the two of you, “Are you cold?”

“A little…” She nods, sniffling.

“Do you want some hot chocolate? Jin made it.” You tell her, taking off the lid of your hot chocolate to blow on it.

“Really?” She asks. She seems suspicious, but she also looks like she needs something to warm her up a bit.

“Yup! He made it just for you~” You assure her, hoping it will be just enough incentive to get her to have some.

She reaches her hands out and you let her take the lead, still holding onto the bottom of the cup to keep her from tipping it down the front of her shirt. She takes a nice, long sip and pulls away with a chocolate covered smile, “Delicious!”

“Thank you!” Jin reaches down with a thinly gloved hand and wipes away some of the chocolate around her mouth, “Are you excited for Santa to come and visit you?”

“Mhm!” She takes another sip.

“What do you think he’s going to get you?” He asks her. He seems genuinely curious, and it surprises you that he actually seems to care. Not many grown men would take the time to ask a child about their interests or their wants.

Bora shrugs, “I hope toys…”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll get plenty of those.” He assures her. He turns to you, only his smile seems more playful, “What do you think you’ll get, Auntie (Y/n)? Have you been good this year~?”

“Oh, I’ve been a Saint.” You assure him.

“Really? Is that so?” He asks, “No traffic violations or warrants for your arrest?”

You laugh, “Well, there may be one or two, but I’m sure Santa will understand.” You joke, keeping the conversation light for Bora.

“I hear that Santa is very forgiving. Maybe you’ll get lucky.” He winks at you, making you giggle.

“Oh, I hope so. If not, I’m sure Bora will vouch for me. Right Bora?” You wait for your niece to pipe up like she normally does, but you’re met with silence. Normally, she’d be the first to your defense besides Jeongguk. You look down to check on her, “Bora?”

At some point in your conversation, neither of you noticed her rest her head against Jin’s side and close her eyes, falling asleep with her hands loosely holding the cup you’ve been holding onto.

“Looks like someone fell asleep…” Jin laughs, wiping away some more chocolate that collected at the sides of Bora’s mouth. He grabs the cup out of her hands and watches them fall to her lap, Bora only twitching slightly in her sleep. He holds it out to you, “Well, we’ll just hand this back to you then.”

“Thanks.” You take another look at Bora and take notice of her small shivers. You’d have to wrap up your conversation and head home soon, “Oh, looks like someone’s cold too.”

“Here-“ Jin is quick to unwrap his scarf from his own neck and place his over the one she’s already wearing. Then, he unzips his oversized coat and carefully picks up Bora from the bench, carefully placing her on his lap and tucking her into as much of his coat as he can. After being re-scarfed and tucked away, the only thing you can still see of her are her chubby little cheeks and closed eyes. “This is what big coats are for, right? Though, I guess yours would be to hide stolen goods.” He jests.

“Oh, definitely.” You agree, though not as playfully. You can’t help but notice how great he is with kids, and a pit forms in your stomach when you realize he has to have some kind of practice at this kind of thing. A man as handsome as him would have to have at least a girlfriend, right? It makes sense that he’d be tied down and just hasn’t mentioned it. You try to rationalize it in your head. Plenty of guys flirt when they’re married, but a lot of them would never actually take any of the offers. “Do you have any kids?”

“Oh, no! Helping Jimin and Namjoon is as close as I get to parenting.” He laughs.

“Really?”

“What? Surprised my handsome face hasn’t captured someone’s heart?” He asks playfully, using a hand that’s not holding Bora steady to accentuate his features.

“No, you’re just too good with kids to not have much experience.” You reply honestly.

“You think so?” He asks. He seems surprised, but you nod to assure him that you mean what you said. He shrugs, “Well, my dad works with kids year round, so I guess I just picked up on it.”

“Is he a homemade goods baker extraordinaire as well?” You joke.

“In a way.” He smiles, but you can see his expression change as he thinks about it more, “He used to make toys with his dad and deliver them, but he’s found that he likes delivering more.”

“That’s nice. It’s not everyday you find something you’re good at and love doing.”

Jin rolls his eyes, “Yeah, he doesn’t seem to feel the same way with me.”

“What? He doesn’t appreciate his son’s excellent social skills, his blooming business, or his decorating skills?” You ask, attempting to cheer him up with flattery.

“He doesn’t like that I don’t want to continue the family business.” He answers honestly, seemingly disappointed. Whether that’s with himself or his father, you can’t tell. Either way, this is a Jin that you haven’t met yet.

You can’t really say that you like it.

You tap his arm, “Well, tell him tough cookies!”

He shakes his head and sighs, “It’s not that simple.”

“Of course it is!” You turn to him, resting your arm on the back of the bench so you can make sure he sees and hears you very clearly, “I wanted a raise last month and I thought my boss would never give it to me. Do you know how I got it?”

“How did you get it?” He asks, figuring you’d tell him even if he didn’t ask.

“I told him I wanted one and the benefits. And do you know what he did?”

“Give you an extra 30 cents?”

“He promoted me to a higher position so he could pay me better,” You correct, “I’m doing a little more work, but it hasn’t changed the way I worked before.” You can see him thinking about it. It’s not an easy thing to do, but you’re no stranger to tough conversations with family. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the boys coming over through the snow and you tap Jin’s arm so he knows as well. But before they get too close, you make sure to finish the conversation with encouragement, “You should talk to your dad.”

“I’ll see.” He doesn’t seem confident in your suggestion, but he seems to accept it as an idea. The boys finally make their way through the snow, faces red and out of breath.

“Ready to go boys?” Jin asks, putting a smile on his face again.

“Yeah, it’s cold.” The older boy complains. Now that he’s closer, he really does look like Namjoon. You can imagine their parents get them confused all the time.

“And I’m hungry!” The smaller boy adds, his puffy cheeks and tired expression matching that of Jimin’s.

“We’ll take care of that when we get home,” Jin assures him.

You stand from your spot on the bench and stretch, “It’s probably best I get Bora home too.”

“Do you need help with her?” Jin asks, his eyes looking between you and the area behind you.

You wave your hand in dismissal, “I should be fine. Let me just grab her before you move.”

You bend down to carefully grab Bora out of his arms, hoping she stays asleep for you just as she did for him. You don’t notice Jin's gesture to Jimin to clear the pathway behind you, nor do you notice the sudden gust of wind that clears the walkway and blows snow onto unsuspecting children and previously clean cars.

You get Bora in a comfortable position on your hip with her head resting on your shoulder and turn around, taking notice of the suddenly clean sidewalk, “Oh, wow! I never noticed them clear the pathway.” You don’t remember seeing anyone clearing it, but you don’t tend to notice too much when you’re enjoying yourself, “I guess you do make pretty good company.”

“I always do.” Jin stands, zipping up his large coat to escape the cold, “Will I see you around again?”

“I am here for another week and a half, so I’m sure we’ll see each other in another day or two~” You assure him, much more excited for your next run in than you had been before.

“Great! I’m looking forward to it.”

“Same here.” You bid him goodbye with one last smile and make your way down the freshly clean pathway, adjusting Bora one more time for your decent trek home.

Jin watches you go, hoping that your next meeting will be very soon.

“Will I see you around again~?” Jimin copies, pitching his voice.

“Only in your dreams~” Namjoon jokes in his own pitched voice, both him and Jimin bursting into childish giggles.

“You’re both so funny,” Jin comments dryly. He waves his hand down to the tree above them, and a pile of snow comes falling down, covering both elves in a cloud. Jin smirks, “So, so very funny indeed.”

Anyone that wants to buy presents better than a knick knack will have to take the train to the next station over. That town has a large mall with much more options than your small hometown. When you were younger, Yoonji, Yoongi, and Hoseok would tell your parents they were taking you to the park, but the 3 of you would actually go ice skating instead. You never quite got the hang of it.

None of you did really.

“What do you think about this?”

You turn around to see Hoseok holding up a child’s dress covered in purple glitter. He has it pulled flat against his hoodie, and he has one leg pulled in front of the other like you’d just caught him doing something he shouldn’t.

“I think red is more your color, Hobi.” You reach behind him to grab an almost identical piece in red and hold it just off to the side and laugh, “Oh yeah! Red is definitely for you.”

Taehyung pops up beside him with a pink, velvet, long-sleeve dress with white trim, “I think this one matches my eyes.”

“Oh! Where did you find that?!” Hoseok grabs the dress from Taehyung and immediately starts looking for the size, “Bora would love this!”

“They’re right over there, that second rack.” Taehyung points him in the right direction and Hoseok is quick to make his way over there, “Don’t go far, I’ll be right back!”

“Good eye.” You comment, liking the dress he’d picked out as well.

“If there’s one thing I know, it’s fashion~” He says, very confidently in the ugliest Christmas sweater you’d thrown at him this morning. He looks down when he remembers what he’s wearing, but he doesn’t let that tarnish his reputation, “My current outfit excluded.”

“Wow, I’m hurt!” You feign your offense, knowing very well what you had done to both him and Hoseok this morning. “Is this just a one time exception then?”

He shrugs, “Depends on the occasion.” He looks at the items in your hand and grabs at the hoodie hanging on your arm, “What have you found?”

“I was thinking about getting this.” You set down your bags from other stores to pick up the outfit you’ve been sitting on. Just a simple type-dye hoodie and sweatpants combo with a unicorn embroidered on the front of the hoodie and the pants, “Hobi takes her to his dance classes after school a lot, and I think she’d like it.”

“It’s definitely cute. It even has her best color in it.” He laughs, pointing out the smallest amount of pink.

“Yeah, pink is definitely her thing. Yoonji tried so hard to get her to like purple or yellow or anything but pink, but Bora just latched onto it like it was candy.” You still remember the day Yoonji called you on the phone to try and talk some sense into her daughter, but you just sat and listened to Bora list her favorite things with pink on them. You could even hear Hoseok laughing at Yoonji in the background and adding onto the list. As much as you don’t enjoy being questioned about your love life and when you’ll settle down, you have to admit that the thought of a tiny human that wants to tell you about their favorite things makes your heart just a little bit happier.

“Okay, they have the dress in Bora’s size, but they also have this one!” Hoseok comes to a stop. Not only is he holding the dress Taehyung had found, but he has a fully, pink sequined romper in his other hand. Under the slightly dimmed store lights, it already shines. You can’t imagine how it would look next to the Christmas tree, not to mention the sound that it’s already making on the hanger. “What do you think?”

You can only stare at it and think of all the curses that Yoonji could say about it, each one more colorful than the last, “I think your wife will strangle you if you buy that for Bora.”

Taehyung raises his hand and interjects, “I think it’s worth the pain.”

Hoseok uses the hand holding the romper to point at him, “I like Taehyung’s answer better.”

“That’s because you don’t want to hear reason!” You argue.

“What was that?” He asks. He starts moving back, grabbing the bags he’d sat down and trying to pull away to the cash registers, “I can’t hear you over the sound of my feet walking to check out my things!”

“Oh, you’re ridiculous!” You roll your eyes and Taehyung laughs.

You all check out the items your getting, adding more bags to your already full hands. You’d been to plenty of last minute stores today, and you weren’t even done yet. It’s a unanimous decision to have a seat while you still have a chance.

Your bags are placed at your feet, some tied to each other and others placed inside of other bags to ensure you don’t lose one. You lean against the back of the bench and sigh, “Taehyung, let me tell you, if you act anything like Hoseok when you and Yoongi get married, then I’ll have no choice but to kill you.”

Hoseok lifts himself up and peers around from Taehyung’s other side, “What’s wrong with me?” He asks, as if he isn’t the person with the most bags.

“When Yoongi and I get married?” Taehyung reiterates. He sounds nervous, but also hopeful, “You really think he likes me that much?”

“As his best friend-“ Hoseok places a comforting hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, “If he likes you enough to bring you home, then commitment is not too far behind.”

“Yeah, Yoongi is not one to go outside of his comfort zone if he doesn’t have to.” You agree. You remember a high school Yoongi that would never talk about girls, never talk about his problems, and never go out of his way to do something if it didn’t involve his well-being, “If he didn’t have to tell our parents about you or tell our parents about himself or put himself in a slightly uncomfortable position, then he wouldn’t have. You have to be really special for him to take such big risks.”

Taehyung looks down, his smile disappearing, “Yoongi’s been terrified for this trip if I’m going to be honest.” He admits, “He almost called it off entirely.”

Hobi sighs, “Yeah, he called me about that...I had to talk him down.”

They both seem to have been thinking about this trip for a while. Out of everyone, Hoseok has always known about Yoongi’s preferences and who he is. Yoongi had told you over the phone when he’d first told everyone about Taehyung that he would’ve moved in with you, or stayed under Bora’s bed with Hoseok and Yoonji. You were very pleased to hear that your parents took the news well. Just knowing that Yoongi has someone like Taehyung thinking about him and his worries makes you all the more happy they’re together.

“I’m glad you did. I’m honestly having a great time with everyone! It’s been awhile since I’ve been around family.” Taehyung says. He still seems to be in his own little world, thinking of a time that must not have been very easy for him.

You take this moment to comfort him with a hand on his shoulder, “Well, as long as you don’t break Yoongi’s heart, then you’re more than welcome to stay forever.” You offer, but you’re quick to add the fine print as well, “But if you do break his heart then I have to break your legs.”

“Both?” He asks. He looks down at his legs and back to you with puppy dog eyes, “Can’t you just do one?”

You shake your head, “Sorry, Taehyung. Both legs would have to go, it’s non-negotiable.”

He nods in understanding, “I’ll keep that in mind. You’re scarier than you let on. I thought Yoonji was terrifying.”

“She’s talked to you already?” You ask, surprised that she’d start her scare tactics so early.

However, your surprise seems to take Taehyung by surprise, “Not yet?”

“Sleep with one eye open, kid.” Hobi laughs, knowing just how scary his wife can be. Taehyung gives a nervous laugh, but you can tell both you and Hoseok have struck fear into him of your eldest sibling.

He’ll probably be fine though.

Probably.

Hoseok stands up, “Hey, watch my stuff real quick? I wanna hit the bathroom before we get back to shopping.”

“Yeah, sure.” You nod. You gesture for him to scoot his stuff over and Taehyung scoots over to help as well.

Hobi picks up the furthest bag and goes to pass it to you until it’s almost in your hand and he pulls it back, “No peeking.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.” You reassure him, voice dripping in sarcasm.

“Mhm…sure.” He hands the bag over and scoots a few more bags over with his foot before jogging off to the hallway underneath the bathroom sign. You think he’s actually gone until his head pokes around the corner and he mouths ‘I’m watching you’ and disappears again. You can only shake your head at your ridiculous brother-in-law.

“Can I ask you something?” Taehyung asks.

“Of course, what’s on your mind?”

You think it might be something a bit more personal to Yoongi or even your parents, but you don’t expect him to ask about you, “Why did you choose cosmetic administration instead of following your dreams to be a baker?”

“Well, I went to school for business management. I did that for 4 years, and by the time I was ready to start culinary school I just-…I didn’t think I had the time anymore. And trying to start a business like that on my own in the city-?” You’d heard horror stories of people getting in over their heads and flopping after putting in everything to start on their own. You’d just spent years on your own, independent from your parents, and you couldn’t imagine losing everything and then having to go back to relying on them again. That risk just wasn’t worth the stress.

Even if you did take the risk, you’d been working at your company for two years. You’d worked your way up the ranks to a great position with great pay. How could you give that all up on a what if?

“It just wasn’t feasible.” You settle, deciding on a safe answer. It didn’t matter what you did then, because you can only focus on what you do from now on. A bakery is not that future, “The bakery was a child’s dream, and Cosmetic Administration is my big girl job.”

“But it’s not your big girl dream?” He asks, coming to a realization that you hadn’t made yet.

“No, I guess it’s not.” You let that sink in. Cosmetics was never the end game. Even administration wasn’t on the agenda, but it’s where you are now. You’re good at it! But it’s not necessarily what you want.

“Do you ever want to quit and start a bakery of your own?” He asks.

“Sometimes I think about it and what could have been if I just-…took that jump, but-“ You’d thought about it. You’d thought about it a hundred times and a hundred times over. You’d thought about how everything would be decorated, what you would sell, the way that you’d greet customers. But to you, that’s just a dream. It’s not achievable for you anymore, “-That could never be a reality.”

“Maybe.” Taehyung shrugs, “I don’t know…I don’t think it’s ever too late to do something.”

You let his words resonate with you, wondering if there’s really any truth to what he’s saying. But you don’t get enough time to sit it over, before Hoseok is running back and ready to go, “Alright! I am ready to get some more shopping done!”

—-

It’s just a little after 2 when you all get back. As soon as Hoseok parks his car in the driveway, Jeongguk comes barreling out of the house with his coat and shoes on.

“We didn’t get anything for you!” You joke as you get out of the car, but he doesn’t care. He careens right into you as he tries to come to a stop in your snow covered driveway. You have to grab his shoulders to keep him from running headfirst into the side of the car, “Woah! MMA fight isn’t until tomorrow.”

“No! We gotta go!” He urges, grabbing your hand and attempting to pull you away.

“Go where?” You ask, holding onto the car before he can just drag you away.

“To BE!” He yells, as if that itself is any explanation for his rush.

“Why?” You ask again, yet to receive a reasonable answer.

He drops your hand and turns with an annoyed look on his face, “Jin needs help!”

You’re confused, “Help?” Jin doesn’t seem like the type to need help.

“Come on! We gotta go!” Once again, he grabs your hand, but this time he’s much more successful in pulling you away.

“Jeongguk!” You take a look over your shoulder to Hoseok and Taehyung, but they’re both already unloading the car and waving you off.

You try to ask Jeongguk more questions on your walk to the store, but he keeps his answers short. Even as you get closer to the storefront, he’s reluctant to actually answer you. It isn’t until you get into the store and see the chaos that you come to understand his sense of urgency. You can see Jin at the front counter checking out customers and getting their goods in order, and you thought you caught a glimpse of Jimin in the other room a minute ago.

“Will you tell me what’s going on, now?” You ask, eyeing the people in the store around you as they bustle around you.

“Namjoon is out sick and they have a lot of orders today. They have their pre-ordered stuff ready to go, but they can’t keep up with stocking and baking!” He finally explains.

“Why didn’t you offer to help?” You ask him, knowing that both of his hand are very capable of stocking.

“I did!” He argues, “I wanted to help stock and bake, but Jin said I couldn’t help bake cause I’m not old enough, but you are!”

“You couldn’t have told me first?!” You ask, slightly annoyed that he couldn’t have mentioned what he was offering you up for.

“I thought you’d say no, and Jin really needs help!” He was right about that. Looking around the crazy store, Jin and Jimin really could use a hand to keep things going.

“Fine.” Jeongguk cheers and you grab his hand to drag him to the front of the line where Jin is still overrun with customers, “Jin!”

For the first time since you entered the store, he looks at you and smiles, “Hey! Just give me like 5 minutes-!” He looks up at the line that’s wrapped into the next room and awkwardly chuckles, “Make that 10. That’ll be $17.22, ma’am.”

“Seokjin!” You grab his attention again, his eyes shifting between you and the customer in front of him, “I didn’t come down here for cookies, I came down here to help.”

“What?” He seems almost in disbelief that you’d actually come around to help.

“Your number 1 fan here let me know you needed help.” You explain, ruffling the top of your brother’s head, “He can help Jimin stock your shelves, and I can get those cookies for you.”

“You both really don’t have to-“ He stops mid sentence when he sees more people enter the store and rethinks his decision, “-but I would appreciate it more than anything right now!”

“Go find Jimin.�� You push Jeongguk in the direction of where you last saw the employee and move around the counter to help as best you can.

As soon as you get back there, there’s a wrapping station right behind where Jin is standing, “You can set your coat in the corner to your left.” He mentions, pointing in the direction of a small alcove without looking up from the register in front of him. You do as he suggested, just placing your coat where you assume Namjoon’s would normally go and your purse over it. “There should be 2 or 3 aprons back there hanging up. You may want to grab one for Jeongguk too.”

You look around the small alcove before you spot them under another coat. You grab one for yourself and throw it over your head, setting another over your arm to take to Jeongguk. Though, as soon as you step out of the alcove, you see your brother squeezing his way through the checkout line with his coat in his arms.

“Here-“ You throw the apron over his head and take his coat, “Tie it around your waist, and I’ll put your coat up.”

As soon as you get his coat up, you head for the back room you know as the kitchen. It’s spacious enough with 2 industrial fridges and 4 ovens, reference pictures of their decorations hanging just above the counter next to them. You can see that a few will be done soon, so you take the time to wash your hands and figure out where everything is. The fridge closest to the door is definitely holding their pre-ordered goods, several of the boxes have names, numbers, and itemized receipts attached to them. Their other fridge seems to have pre-made trays ready to swap with the ones in the oven as soon as they’re done.

By the looks of it, they’re running out of their pre-made trays.

You start by asking Jin what you can do for the few minutes you have waiting for trays to be done, wanting to find a way to ease the front line.

“Could you help package orders?” He asks, “I have baked goods and presents that just need to be wrapped up.”

“Sure thing. Which one’s first?”

“I need a dozen chocolate chip cookies and a bag of chocolate covered pretzels.” He orders. He takes a toy from an older gentleman and turns to wrap it himself, “The packaging is right under the display area and labeled, and everything is labeled on the back.”

“You got it.”

You work in tandem. You packaging goods as needed, grabbing pre-orders, restocking the display with what’s ready, or even wrapping presents while Jin types it all in, bags what he can, and collects payments. If there’s work you can split or he knows he can do something quicker than you can, then he tries to voice it to you. At least until you hear the timer go off and you need to switch out the trays. They need time to cool, but the amount of customers Jin has is entirely too unreal.

When it comes to decorating, you try your best to follow what Jin has without messing it up. You’re sure plenty of people might have a few messed up wreaths here or there, but you’re sure Jin won’t care as long as they get done.

“Do we have anymore sugar cookies?” Jin asks when you come out with a tray you managed to finish.

You shake your head and gesture to the one in your hands, “This is it.”

“Shoot!” You can practically see the gears turning in his head as he tries to decide what to do. He’s stressed, and you can tell he’s trying to stay as positive as he can and just roll with the punches. He closes his eyes and shakes his head, “Okay, let’s just hope no one else wants any after these go. Thank you.”

You nod in agreement, but you don’t want to disappoint anyone or let Jin feel like he’s disappointing anyone. If there’s one thing you’ve learned about him, it’s that he doesn’t aim to disappoint.

So you won’t let him.

You find his scale and his bowls, whipping up your own sugar cookie recipe to save time. You won’t have time to chill them, but you’ll at least be able to get another tray out within an hour and a half. You can only hope the other goods we’ll keep him afloat for that long.

You get back out to the front to help, just as Jeongguk comes up to the case to see if he can help.

Jin looks around and sighs, “I don’t think there’s much that you can do up he-“

“Can you take bakery orders from the line?” You interrupt, wiping your hands off on your apron.

He nods, “Yeah, I can do that!”

“Good.” You look around for a notepad and find one that’s labeled for a To-Do list. You take it and the pencil attached to it and hand it over the display, “Start 5 people from the front. Write their names at the top and tell them to tell us if they got any baked goods before we check out their other things. Bring me the lists when your done.”

“Got it!” He goes off to do as you told him and you get back to work, leaving Jin stunned.

“That was a really good idea.” He mentions, getting back into his groove or entering totals and bagging.

“Well, you seem a little stressed right now. I guess you’re just not on your game today~” You tease, taking a breakable item to wrap before he bags it.

Your plan with Jeongguk works right up to the moment that the stove timer goes off, but the line has decreased in volume by quite a bit. It gives Jin a chance to breathe before Jimin comes looking for Jeongguk to help him out re-stocking shelves again. The new store volume gives you a chance to cool and make a few more batches of what you’re running out of up front.

It’s a bit of a surprise when you walk out with a new batch of sugar cookies, and you don’t miss the look Jn gives you when you go to replace the old ones, “I thought we ran out of sugar cookies?”

“Oh, we’ve run out of a few things, but I’m making it work.” You assure him.

He shrugs, “You’ve been a big help up to now, so I guess there’s no reason not to trust you.” He has bigger problems to worry about than whether or not your cookies are actually good. If Jeongguk can vouch for you, then he’ll take it for what it is.

He can at least trust that they’re not poisoned.

It’s another hour of slow, diminishing chaos before the last few customers start to trickle out. Before you know it, Jin is at the door waving out the last customer of the day.

As soon as he closes the door, he turns the sign to ‘closed’ and leans his back against it. He looks down at his hands and groans, “I think I have paper cuts all over my hands.”

“Well, that makes two of us.” You add, showing off your own hands.

“Did you burn yourself?” He asks, noticing a particularly red area.

“Only once. It was when we ran out of brownies and that one customer ordered like 3 dozen.” He gives you a disapproving look and you throw up your hands in defense, “I ran it under cold water. It’s fine.”

“Yes but you shouldn’t have burnt your hand in the first place. Sit down.” You do as he says while he walks back to his register and grabs a first aid kit from beneath it, pulling out some gauze and ointment and bringing it back to you. He sits down and takes your hand in his, “You really saved us back there.”

You shrug, “It’s not a problem, Jin. It’s good to help out neighbors and friends.” You try to ignore how tenderly he holds your hand and how delicately he treats your wound.

“So we’re friends?” He asks, surprised.

“Do you not want to be friends?” You tease.

“No! I mean-” He stops before he almost drops the gauze he’s wrapping your hand in. He takes a second to compose himself and continues to dress your burn, “Yes, I want to be friends. I’m just surprised that you consider me a friend.”

You laugh, “Well, considering I spent about 6 hours of my free time just to help you, I think I‘d consider you a friend. I don’t do that for everyone.”

“Well, I appreciate it.” He tears the gauze at your wrist and sets it in place with some tape. He lets his hand linger, holding your injured one in his and gently squeezing it, “Really. Thank you for your help today.”

You look from your hand to him, feeling heat rise in your cheeks. You try not to make it obvious, but you don’t make any move to pull your hand away. You’re content to let him hold it just a bit longer.

You hear talking and footsteps behind you and quickly pull your hand away from his, missing the disappointed smile on Jin’s face. Right as you turn around, Jimin is walking in with a package and his arm over Jeongguk’s shoulder, “Have you tried her cookies yet?”

“Not yet, but don’t mind if I do.” Jin stands up from the table, taking the gauze and ointment with him to put it away and grab one of your treats.

Jeongguk takes notice of your wrapped hand, “What happened to you?”

You shrug it off, “Just a small burn.”

“Oh my god!” You all turn at the sound of Jin’s voice, wondering what could be wrong. You’re shocked to find him with a cookie in hand and mouth full of a chocolate chip cookie you’d whipped up. He makes eyes contact with you and his eyes narrow in confusion, “Why are you not selling these?!”

“I don’t own a bakery.” You remind him.

“You know, I know you’re here to be with family, but you could help us until Namjoon gets back.” Jimin suggests.

“Jimin!”

“What?! Her cookies are bomb and Namjoon is out until we close the shop on Christmas Eve!” Jimin reminds his boss.

“He’s right. Her cookies are bomb,” Jeongguk agrees.

Jin shakes his head, “I can’t just ask her to work on her time off for family.”

You shrug, “I don’t mind. It’ll give me something to do until Christmas Eve.”

“That’s not the point,” He argues, “I can’t just let you work here out of your own goodwill. I’ll pay you too.”

Now you shake your head, “Just make Jeongguk a tab and use what you would pay me for him.” You turn to your brother and stick out your tongue, “Consider this your birthday present.”

“Sweet!” He cheers, fist bumping the air.

“Well, if you’re sure, then I guess I will see you tomorrow morning.” Jin relents, figuring that he won’t be able to convince you otherwise.

“Bright and early?” You ask, standing from your chair.

He puts his hands up, “That’s up to you, but I’ll be here at 5.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You remove your apron from your neck and reach forJeongguk’s, “We should be getting home for dinner, but I’ll see the both of you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, we’ll see you tomorrow.” Jin stands and takes the aprons out of your hand, Jimin moving behind you to grab what you assume is your coats and purse.

“I hope you don’t mind me sending Jeongguk home with a gift for his work today,” Jimin says, offering your coat and your purse to you.

“I don’t mind,” You shrug, “He did a good thing today, even if he didn’t let me in on it until we got here.” You can see Jeongguk shyly pulling his coat on next to you, his ears turning red in embarrassment.

“Well, we definitely appreciate it.” Jin assures you. He turns to Jeongguk and waves a finger at him, “You make sure you and your sister get home safe.”

Jeongguk gives him a mock salute, “Yes sir!”

“Well, we’ll get out of your hair then,” You announce. You gesture for Jeongguk to follow you to the door and open it, letting him pass you with the gift he got from Jimin and turning once more to say a final goodbye, “The both of you better get some sleep.”

“Oh, we will!” Jimin assures you.

“You too.” Jin joins you at the door and pulls up Jeongguk’s coat hood and then your own, moving a stray hair out of your face before you can. He looks like he wants to say something, but it seems like he settles for a goodbye instead, “We’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah! Goodnight…” You step outside and pull the door closed behind you, waving one more time and turning to make your way home.

Thoughts of Jin flood your mind. How caring and hardworking he is. You think about how gentle he was when he’d found out you’d hurt yourself and try your best not to kick yourself over it. All he did was what any good person should, but the way he did it gave you butterflies. Even thinking about it now, you feel light and airy.

Maybe for once Yoonji was right? Maybe you would meet a guy before the end of the year.

Maybe you’ve already met him.

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fruttolosope · 3 months ago

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« Pain au chocolat »

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tags: canon, post 🪖, friends to lovers, pwp-ish.

“I wanna wake up with your c0ck inside me.” It was the last thing Yoongi said before falling asleep and Hoseok was still thinking about it. Of course he was, how can you forget something like that coming from the mouth of your best friend?”

It’s 2026 and the sun has never shined so bright since they left. It’s because BTS are back from military service and they are helding a new european tour. Everything’s fine, except for Yoongi and Hoseok. Past is still following them like a shadow, until something finally happens in Paris. And well, there’s nothing like Paris to resolve outstanding issues.

You can read it on AO3 ♡

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minjoonalist · 2 years ago

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@sope-and-shine I could say the same for you 😭

Me at all of you:

tweet by @ndxmedina

#literally has some of the cutest and funniest stories #my sopeywives #I love this woman 🥹

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bangtansmauyeondan · 2 years ago

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White Dress or Whatever (Midnight’s Minuet Drabble 2)

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

Inspired by this song:

•••

Pairing: Yoongi x Fem Reader

Genre: established relationship, fluff

WC: 2400

Summary: Settling in at his penthouse hasn’t been easy, Yoongi thinks it’s too spacious for him alone. He’s been dropping hints here and there that he wants you to move in with him once your lease at the apartment is up, but it’s always gone over your head. This time, however, he’ll make sure to coax out an answer out of you.

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

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

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Yoongi woke up from his slumber and squinted at the digital clock on his nightstand. 3:28 AM? He craned his neck as far as he could to see it clearly since physically turning would mean possibly interrupting your sleep. With over a year of being together, your relationship has grown more stable and comfortable. He really couldn’t recall the time when you argued, except that one time you accused him of not listening to you when in fact, he was. He was just bad at making eye contact. The image of your surprised expression when he repeated everything you had said back to you is one he would never forget. Apart from opening himself to you, and allowing you to get to know him better, he also discovered a lot of things about you. He now knows of the fact that you like your space, and you’re not a big fan of physical contact, which means you’re not much of a hugger either. Sure you enjoy cuddles as much as the next person does, but you’re never the first one to initiate the sweet gesture. But strangely enough, and the thing which he is grateful for, you always seem to crave his touch.

Despite wiggling out of his arms whenever he would spoon you in bed a little too long for your liking, you would always move closer just when sleep was about ready to win you over, linking one arm with his before reaching for his hand and putting your other hand on his forearm. Then, after leaning your head against his shoulder, you would let out a contented sigh before dozing off. He turned his head to look at you in the same manner, a slight smile on his lips. He couldn't help but chuckle as he heard the quiet snore leaving your lips and observed them forming a half-pout as your cheek squished against his shoulder. “You must have been so tired…” he whispered before planting a kiss on your forehead.

It has already been a couple of days since he got back from his two-week business trip to Spain, but his body clock has not adjusted properly yet, tricking him that it’s still around seven o’clock in the evening. That’s the time he usually spent walking around the hotel, checking in with the guards, checking in with the concierge, checking in with the kitchen staff - just a final once over on everything before he calls it a night. It’s tiring, it’s energy-draining having to check every single floor and engage in small talk with the employees. He doesn’t know how Seokjin does it, considering they’re both introverts, but his older brother seems to have more innate social skills than he does. Every night, all he wanted to do was to call you just to simply hear your voice, but he couldn’t because of the time difference. It’s the longest that you’ve been away from each other since you started your relationship, and missing you almost made him go crazy.

Yoongi gently lifted your head and settled you down on your pillow, removing the loose strand of hair that made its way to your face. You sleepily groaned in response before tugging on the duvet over your shoulder and turning your back on him. The distance you created was mere inches, yet a pang of longing struck his chest. Before he knew it, he’s already wrapping his arms around you and burying his face on the crook of your neck, closing his eyes before giving into sleep again.

•••

Three months ago…

“Why are you here? Who’s looking after the hotel?” Seokjin asked as he opened the door to his younger brother.

“That’s a nice way to welcome your brother, hyung. Also, the 2000 employees,” Yoongi replied dryly. “I wanna see my baby niece and I dropped YN off at home along the way.” Yoongi walked past Seokjin to enter further into the house.

“Your baby niece is still in her mother’s tummy and won’t be out in this world until May.”

“I’m talking about Jihyo, hyung…”

As if on cue, the padding of Seokjin’s three-year-old daughter’s little feet echoed around the high-ceiling living room, “Uncle Yoonie is here?” The little girl poked her head out between the mezzanine railings, pigtails coming into view first, before squealing in delight at the sight of her favorite uncle.

“Come down here, Jihyo…” Yoongi opened up his arms to his niece, calling her over.

“She won’t come to you, she’s busy playing,” Seokjin piped up.

“I can’t! I’m– I’m playing with my Polly Pocket…” Jihyo lifted her hand showing off something so small, Yoongi couldn’t even make out what it was despite squinting. “They’re Mommy’s old toys! Mommy said they’re vin-sej!”

“Okay! Have fun playing then… Don’t put them in your mouth,” Yoongi turned to Seokjin, “They’re what?”

“Vintage. She said they’re vintage.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Do they still make those toys these days?” Yoongi asked, genuinely confused.

“They make the bigger version now. Nara’s toys were the original compact miniatures, that’s why she’s been going around teaching Jihyo the word ‘vintage,” Seokjin scoffed. “Yah… did you just say you dropped Yn off?”

“Yeah, she has a wedding to cater to tomorrow and–”

“Seriously, when are you gonna ask her to move in with you? Didn’t you say the lease on her apartment is almost up?” Seokjin cut him off as he made his way to the freezer, retrieving a pint of dark chocolate ice cream and two spoons before motioning for Yoongi to come sit with him at the kitchen island.

“I’ve been trying to–”

“Have you, really? Or you’re just throwing empty hints to the wind and then hope for the best?”

“I mean–”

“I knew it,” Seokjin glared at his brother. “Your time’s running out, dude. I thought Mom has already given you the w–”

“AYY AYYY HYUNG, I got it! I got it! Yeah, I have them.” Yoongi rubbed his face annoyingly before gesturing to shush his older brother off.

“Okay okay, sorry!”

“I’ll ask her to move in with me real soon. She’s been staying over most of the time already though, it’s almost like we’re living together already.”

“Okaaay,” Seokjin teased. “Just make sure you hid those–”

“YAH HYUNG!”

Seokjin burst into his squeaky windshield wiper-sounding laugh, satisfied with how easily he could still tease his younger brother.

•••

You woke up to the incessant buzzing of your phone on the nightstand. You set a 6 AM alarm because you were planning on going for a quick run this morning before jumping on a meeting with Taehyung and the rest of your staff for your new business venture— opening the first Sweet Knight branch outside of the hotel. You sleepily reached out to turn it off, and judging by the way that Yoongi was almost swaddling you in his arms, you didn’t think the morning run was still possible.

“You up?” Yoongi’s raspy voice softly rang in your ear, his warm breath hitting the nape of your neck at the same time.

“Hmm…” You turned around to face him, his hand automatically running down your side and stopping at the small of your back, as your palm rested on his chest. “How long have you been up?”

“Fifteen-twenty minutes, I think.” Your eyes automatically closed when he planted a peck on your forehead.

“… and you just watched me sleep for fifteen-twenty minutes?”

“I watched you sleep, I listened to you snore, I— very gently— wiped your drool off, I removed your crusty— OW!” Yoongi flinched at the pain after you smacked him on his arm.

“Serves you right!”

Yoongi chuckled before pulling you tighter and nuzzling your hair.

He’s never been like this to other people. The thing about Yoongi is that he doesn’t speak much in general, but his actions are loud enough to drown out any form of speech. What he lacks in communicating, he makes up for in acts of service and physical touch. In the beginning, you didn’t think your relationship would last. Over one year isn’t considered as long either, but taking into account how you two started out just wanting to tear each other’s throats off, every quarter is a milestone. But it wasn’t long until you realized that you two are a lot more similar and compatible in a lot of ways. You both recharge by enjoying your alone time. You talk, he listens. You’re emotional, he’s rational. You balance each other out so well that you understand each other without even saying anything, and people who don’t know much would think you’ve been together for years.

“Do you have plans today?”

“I was planning to go for a run, but I like staying in bed with you.” Early morning pillow talk has also become a thing between you. You don’t live together, and everytime you stay over at the penthouse is either because you’re too tired to go home after work or because it’s a given after an intimate night.

“Yeah?” Yoongi chuckled. “Best decision.”

“Then Taehyung and I will call for a staff meeting about the new bakery… maybe check the inventory too.” You continued, picking on a loose thread you spotted on his shirt. “I think Taehyung ordered some supplies yesterday and they’re being delivered today.”

“Hmm…”

“Will probably do some tidying up at the apartment today too, Jimin might stay over this weekend.” Your brother has been staying over at the apartment on the weekends claiming he’s bored.

“Ask him to move into the apartment. It’s only a few minutes away from his workplace by train.” Yoongi dropped another hint of wanting you to move out.

“…and live with me? We will drive each other nuts after a few days.” You smiled fondly at the thought of your younger brother. “Besides, I think he and Marikit are planning to move in together.”

“Ohh… he didn’t tell us.”

“Of course, he wouldn’t tell you. Namjoon has recently broken up with Jelena.”

“Hmmm… right…”

Yoongi went silent again and you had to peek through your lashes to check if he fell back to sleep. He didn’t. He gave you a small smile when your eyes met for the first time that morning, and you couldn’t help but run your fingers through his now-slightly-longer hair. “What about you, babe? Do you have plans today?”

“I’m planning to ruin all your plans for today,” he replied smugly, breaking out into his signature gummy smile.

You were taken aback by the unexpected answer. “What? Okay, why would you–” you yelped as Yoongi rolled over you to climb out of bed, and with one sweep motion, scooped you up in his arms bridal-style. “What are you doing?!”

Yoongi carried you to the ensuite bathroom and sat you down on the granite bathroom sink, “Stay right here,” he caught your face between his hands and kissed you on the lips before going over to the drawers. You watched him retrieve a round-shaped box with a mother-of-pearl lid that shimmer iridescently against the warm lights. He looked at you fondly with a small smile before slotting himself between your legs, handing you the box, and opening up the lid. “My mother gave these to me…”

Your eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when they landed on two gold bands sitting side by side, one is plain, the other is lined with little diamonds along the side of its entire circumference. “I… wh…” you stammered, a million different emotions rushing through and making your heart go haywire.

“These are my parents’ wedding rings,” Yoongi chuckled. “She gave Jin hyung her engagement ring, the one on Nara’s finger…” he continued, as if telling you the most normal thing in the world, without knowing its possible effect on you. How could he stay calm like this?

“These… these are beautiful, babe,” your hands started to get all clammy, you wish you could just wipe them off your pajamas, but that means possibly dropping the rings. Yoongi must have sensed your anxiety because he quickly covered your hands with his, supporting the box.

“Marry me, Yn…” his tone is almost a whisper, eyes seeking yours at the same time. The sincerity of his words gleamed in his eyes and you were so overwhelmed with emotions that yours started welling up. Yoongi let out a light chuckle before reaching out to wipe the tears that started streaming down your face. “I love you, you know that right?”

You nodded, still couldn’t believe that you’re being proposed to, sitting on a bathroom sink, in your most unflattering pajamas, yoongi’s old oversized shirt, and a bedhead.

“Marry me, Yn…” Yoongi repeated. “Today. Let’s get married today. Forget all your plans and let’s get married today.”

“Babe?” You couldn’t help but let out a laugh through your tears. “Are you serious? We’re not prepared, I need a dress, I–”

“I have a white suit. Do you have a white dress?”

“I do, yes, but I–”

“Any white dress, or whatever, wear whatever you want. It’s not important,” Yoongi nuzzled his nose against yours. “Just marry me today, hmn?” Yoongi wiped the last of your tears off your cheeks. “I love you so much, I couldn’t imagine myself living through another day without having you close to me.” Yoongi cleared his throat. “I prepared a whole fucking speech for this, something along the lines of you bringing color into my life in the form of those little sticky notes we used to stick to each other’s doors, but it isn’t me.” His shoulders shook as he silently laughed, “You’d probably end up not taking me seriously if I said all that, too… but that’s the thing I love most about you, Yn. You just… get me.”

You smiled up at him fully understanding what he meant, because you felt the same way about him too. He just gets you… and you could no longer imagine your life without him by your side. You rested your forehead against his, your hands still wrapped around the delicate box, “Is this why you said you’re planning to ruin all my plans today?”

“Is that a ‘Yes, I will marry you today?’”

You giggled at your boyfriend’s persistence before planting a soft peck on his cheek. “Yes, Min Yoongi. Yes, I will marry you today.”

•••

Can we stay like this forever?

White dress or whatever.

I keep dreamin' there's a somewhere

Where we grow old together.

In a van or in a mansion,

Raining but we're dancing.

There's a billion people out there,

I can't believe the chances.

(It's You, MAX ft. keshi)

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A/N: Happy Birthday, Yoongi! ♥ Everyone, I hope you enjoy this little drabble. Were you all expecting the ending? ☺ ALSO... let me know if you wanna see more from this couple. They definitely hold a special place in my heart.

#bangtansmauyeondan #midnight’s minuet yoongi #midnight’s minuet #yoongi fic #bts yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader #bts fanfic #bts yoongi fic #Spotify

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