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Lulling Stream

https://tenor.com/view/yoongi-guitar-vlive-chuckle-feetsies-gif-18881238

~ Min Yoongi x Reader

~ Boyfriend Suga

~ Word Count: 950

After working all day having to deal with several people running your ears with requests, your body needed a well-deserved rest. The moment you got back to the apartment your evening started with the average routine. Once you have finally changed and sat on the couch with your leftovers, tears began to roll down your cheeks. There was not a single person that you could call. Everyone was either working overseas or they were practicing for their next comeback.

You sniffled as you buried your head into the plushie that your partner had given you the last time he visited. It had been a while since the last time you had spent time with him, he always knew what to do when your day was rough. Sometimes he would grab your hand, pull you under the blankets, and cuddle you until you fell asleep in each other’s arms. Min Yoongi could lay down almost anywhere and sleep but you both knew that his best rest was in bed with you. Being in a long-distance relationship led to the longest nights but the two of you made it work. Even in the public eye, there were times when the two of you shared a moment while everyone was watching.

Your head was buried into the plushie's face when your phone went off, a VLive notification popped on-screen “BTS VLIVE”. You sat up and connected your computer to the TV. It's always nice to be able to sit back and watch when the guys went live, it was surprising to see Suga on screen.

With a heavy sigh you smiled, mumbling about his wide gummy smile. It was calming to be able to see him. Although it still didn’t settle the anxiety that dwelled in your heart from the day. You had to admit though, your partner looked stunning in an all-black attire. His outfit reminded you of your first date a year ago. It was such a beautiful night spent indoors as the two of you sat in his studio with a glass of wine. He played a song that he designed but had no intention of releasing. As he softly hummed along, you began singing trying to keep up with the rhythm. Yoongi became silent, listening to you attentively.

The more you thought of that night the more at ease you felt until he pulled his guitar out and started playing. It was surprising seeing him being able to play so well, it was not long since he mentioned that he wanted to learn. He sounds pretty skilled but you knew that you could still kick his butt in playing with 4 years of practice on your belt. The longer that you watched the more your brain slowed down and you were able to relax. The moment of serenity that you needed came along when he said he was going to play his last bit before heading out.

He watched the stream of comments fly up the screen, he leaned in reading them as he strummed slowly looking at the camera. The moment that he smiled his sweet, gummy smile he began to hum gently. Playing the same melody from your first date. The tears began to flood your eyes, falling onto your crossed arms, as he waves with his final good-bye. The stream has ended. Your heart fluttered as you sang the song where Yoongi left off. The plushie was now drenched with tears and small drips of snot from all that crying, before you know it, Yoongi was calling your phone.

“How was it?” Yoongi asks, sounding cocky.

You sniffled, choking back your tears as he shushed you gently. He kept reassuring you that no matter how your day went and how much you wanted to hold it in he was there for you. You laid down snuggling your plushie when he sent a request to have a video call. With tears running down your flushed cheeks the two of you finally saw each other. There was no way he would miss out on seeing your crying face, he would always laugh at how red you would get. He couldn’t help but smile stupidly as you attempted to wipe the tears away.

“You’re not great at comforting people,” you choke out, laughing.

“No one said I was going to comfort you,” he raised an eyebrow, “did you watch the Vlive?”

“Was I supposed to, I figured you were playing for ARMY”, jokingly pouting into your plushie, “you know, you sang it wrong.”

Yoongi was quick to notice your bratty attitude but played along, “Is that so? Then why don’t you sing for me so I can learn?”

He pulled out his guitar again, gently strumming the chords for the lullaby. You didn't want to sing and tried to laugh it off but he kept going even starting to sing along. When the two of you first wrote that piece a year ago, nothing was going to come from it, it was just for fun something to share in secret. The more he played the more you knew that he was your one, words alone could not capture what you two felt or experienced with one another. The notes. The lyrics. The rhythms and beats. They all intersected creating what the both of you considered to be fate.

Finally, you felt light as a feather at peace at last so much so that you began to fall asleep. Yoongi noticed your light breathing and watched the screen. He strummed softly, effortlessly as he gazed at your sleeping face.

“I hope you realize you do not have to be perfect. You don’t have to do anything special, just keep going. Tomorrow will be better. I love you... Good-night.”

[alpacaparkaseok]

Mine

1. He what now?

Genre: Yoongi x OC

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.4k

Synopsis: The first time Cara Richie sets foot on the Graham Norton show she’s confronted with questions that have less to do with her upcoming film “Young Rising”, and much more to do with BTS. More specifically with one of their rappers, Suga. Cara is an open supporter and fan of the band, however when Min Yoongi is shipped with the bilingual up-and-coming actress after mentioning her in an interview, things start to get out of hand. Fanart, twitter trends, and stalkers ensue, leaving Cara’s career up to an unknown fate. Then comes the moment the world didn’t even realize it was waiting for: a solo track from Agust D that raises more questions than answers, especially for Cara. 

I would recommend the Graham Norton show to anybody purely based off the quality of their couches. 

 It’s our five minute call when Sebastian Stan, my co-star and annoyingly close friend, shakes me out of my half-asleep daze. 

 “Hey, we’re about to be called up. Ready?” He helps me to sit up, laughing at the state of my hair. No doubt it looks like a bird’s nest. He motions for one of the crew to help me out, a petite makeup artist appearing out of nowhere and touching up my hair.

“Yeah, I’m excited I swear. I just wish I wasn’t so tired.” Sebastian and I rolled in from where we were shooting in the Democratic Republic of the Congo at about ten o’clock this morning. I have yet to recover from the long trip. Unfortunately, our interview was scheduled for tonight, and we stand to begin our course of promoting the movie for the foreseeable future. It’ll still be a few hours before I can crawl into a bed.

“At least it’s only an hour time difference, right?” Sebastian stands me up, instructing me to do some stretching.

“At least we finally have service. I haven’t spoken to my family in three months, they probably think you killed me and left me there in the middle of the jungle.”

One of the perks of our on location shooting was the fact that we only had a couple of satellite phones. No contact with the outside world for nearly three months. I grew way too attached to it, although the one downside was not getting to know how my family and friends were. A lot can happen in three months. I’ve been so rushed to get ready and get over here to the show that I’ve hardly had any time to even glance at my phone besides a cursory text to my group chat with my family letting them know that I’m still alive and back in civilization. 

 “Tempting, but too many witnesses.” Sebastian winks at me, coming to attention when we’re motioned over by one of the staff. Glancing at the TV in the waiting room I can see Graham Norton beginning to introduce us. 

 “Our next guests have just re-entered into civilization, so do excuse them if they’re a little off. Please welcome the dashing Sebastian Stan and lovely Cara Richie!”

Sebastian motions for me to go first, and I jump out into the bright lights. Even though I’ve been on a few shows by now, it never gets old. Granted, I’ve only had one successful blockbuster. Maybe I won’t feel the same once that number starts to climb. 

 I greet Graham before settling down on the couch beside Billie Eilish, the musical guest of the day. I’ve met Billie before, we actually became fast friends. I was invited to a music awards show (I found out that actors are often invited to them for some reason), and we decided to ditch the after party and settle for pizza and a movie instead. 

 “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, glad to know you’re still alive.” Billie mumbles. 

 “Barely,” I whisper back. Sebastian sits down on the other side of me, waving to a few people in the audience. There are a group of girls near the front row that scream even louder when I look their way, and I smile at them. Sebastian sure does have an affect on people.

“Well, well. Glad to see you’ve made it. Didn’t you two just fly in this morning?” Sebastian jumps in to answer. I appreciate him taking the lead, he definitely has a lot more experience than me. 

 “Sure did. I think you’re trying to kill us, Graham.” Graham gasps, every bit the entertaining host. 

 “Now, Cara,” I smile at the man, hopefully masking my exhaustion. I’m a huge fan of him, and I want to leave a good impression. “This is your second major film. How are you feeling with all of the attention you’ve received? Because really, you came out of nowhere.”

I nod, reminding myself not to depend on Sebastian. “That’s true, I kind of did. It’s been amazing though. I think they sent me off to the middle of nowhere so it wouldn’t go to my head.” Graham laughs, the audience joining in. I sit up a little straighter because of it. 

 “That’s probably smart on their part. Really, from what I’ve seen of the previews for this film, it’s called ‘Young Rising’, correct?” We nod. “Right. It looks quite intense. But you two, you two are lovers in this.”

 I shoot Sebastian a look that tells him we are anything but. “Yeah,” I draw out the word. “You could say that.”

“I really don’t know what they were thinking, putting the two of us together.”

“You mean to say that you don’t like each other at all?” Graham asks, feigning concern.

I shake my head. “I loathe him. But he won’t leave me alone, can you believe it?”

Graham nods. “Actually, I can. After all, you were recently named among the ‘most wanted’ stars in the world.”

I look at Billie completely surprised. “I was?” I ask her. She nods, shrugging her shoulders. 

 “Most wanted? That makes me sound like a criminal!”

“Isn’t that the point?” Sebastian taunts. 

 We continue bickering for a while. “I had no idea, but really I have no clue what’s happened over the past three months.”

Graham hums, shuffling through his papers before coming upon what he was looking for. “Really? Well I find that quite interesting, because something happened just last week on this show.” Suddenly the girls up front start screaming again, hardly able to contain themselves. 

I look at Sebastian. “What did you do?” I whisper. He shakes his head at me, mouthing ‘nothing’. 

 “Alright, calm down you three. I haven’t even gotten the chance to tell her yet, you’re going to spoil the surprise!” WIth great effort the girls pipe down. Graham swivels back to me, a mischievous smile on his face. 

“Oh no, what surprise?” I groan. 

Billie pats my knee. “I know what this is about, it’s been all over twitter. This is what I’m thinking of, right?” Billie asks, shooting me a close-lipped smile. 

“All over twitter? I haven’t had a chance to check twitter.” To be honest, I was putting off checking the hot mess that is social media. Three months of peace and quiet have been so nice, I’m clinging to it before I have to dive back in. 

“Last week, we had a very special musical guest. You’re a fan of BTS, aren’t you?”I nod, furrowing my eyebrows. Where is he going with any of this? 

“Yeah, I love them. We were just listening to them in the car, actually.” I gesture between Sebastian and I. Graham studies us like a textbook, nodding along. 

“That’s perfect! They came on the show last week, it was amazing. Wasn’t it?” The audience cheers and claps in response. “We got to have a little chat before they performed. A nice little heart to heart if you will. Somehow, I have no idea how, we got onto the topic of their love lives.”

We all give him a complimentary laugh, knowing full well how they got onto that topic. Any successful interviewer knows their way around questions to make even the most composed celebrity fidget in their seat until they slip up. 

“Oh did you?” Sebastian prompts Graham on. I know him well enough that he’s just wanting to move on at this point. We’re here to talk about our movie, not BTS. Heaven knows they’re famous enough already.

“Yes. You’ve heard of Suga?” I nod. I know who each of the members are, I really do like them a lot. “Well, he said something quite interesting, er, about you.”

My eyebrows flit up. “About me? He knows who I am?”The audience laughs, the girls in the front are practically causing an earthquake with how much jumping around they’re doing. 

“He most certainly does. In fact, when I asked the boys if there was anyone they had their eye on, they all immediately turned to him! It was difficult to get it out of him, to say the least, but I found out that he’s a big fan of yours. And not just from a professional standpoint, if you know what I mean.” Graham winks at me even as my mouth falls open.

Me?

“You’ll have to watch the clip,” Billie says, nudging me. “It’s been all anyone can talk about all week. It’s been so annoying, I see your name everywhere now.” She laughs, and I pull myself together enough to laugh along with her. I look around, reminding myself that I’m on international television, and word will get around quick if I look like a high schooler that just got asked to the prom by her long-time crush.

Even though that’s exactly what I feel like.

The rest of the interview passes in a blur, Graham even going to far as to show me a couple of tweets with the hashtag, #CaraBTS. I’m just relieved there isn’t some weird couple name trending...yet. 

“Oh, look at this one! You’ll love it.” Graham holds his paper up to the light, reading off of it. “‘This is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a drill. Cara and Yoongi are finally happening. I’ve been pushing for this since I found out she went to school in Seoul!’ It would appear this has been a long time coming for some fans. There are others that aren’t quite as excited though, as you can imagine.” 

Shuffling his papers he pulls out another tweet. “Here we are, ‘I’m telling you if Cara Richie lays a single finger on my lil meow meow I’m suing.’ Well isn’t that lovely?”

We finally move on, Sebastian telling a funny story from our time filming in the Congo. I add in whatever tidbits I can, but I remain so focused on looking normal and unbothered by this new information that I nearly miss Billie getting up to sing. It’s during her performance, when the lights are down low and our mics are turned off that Sebastian nudges me, whispering something under his breath. 

He makes it look like he’s pointing something out on stage, “Hey, you alright?”

I nod along, looking for all the world like we’re chatting about the lighting. It’s true that it looks striking, the dark greens and blues cut across the stage, highlighting Billie’s haunting voice. 

“I think I will be. Is this going to be a disaster? Now all anybody will want to talk about is my love life.”

“Which we both know is nonexistent.”

“Exact-hey!” I shove my friend before turning my attention back to the performance. I still can’t quite relax, but I feel a little better. At least I have Sebastian by my side. He certainly knows how to remain low-key when it comes to the press. 

Once the interview ends the three girls at the front squeal until I look at Sebastian who gives me a shrug.

“I don’t think it’s for me,” he gestures to them. “Look at their sign.”

Sneaking a glance over there my eyes widen and I struggle to keep my mouth from hanging open. One of the girls holds up a little poster that I didn’t see before. She probably wasn’t allowed to hold it up during the show because she would block other people’s view. 

There, written in big bold miss that only a blind man could miss it reads:

                Cara x Yoongi nation

Graham notices my attention from where he’s saying goodbye to Billie and makes his way over to me. He gives me a pat on the back. 

“That,” he points out the sign that is now burned into my eyelids. “Is only the beginning, love.”

🌙

By the time Sebastian and I make it back to the hotel where the rest of the cast and director/producers are staying, I want to lock my door and throw something. 

Sebastian told me not to check twitter, but I ignored him. Curiosity did kill the cat, folks. News flash. 

If I wasn’t known before, I certainly am now. Twitter is a mess of supportive fans, those fans who are heartbroken but happy for Suga, and the fans that are out for blood. Like, real blood. I’ve read the words “better watch out” so many times that I can’t help but look over my shoulder every few minutes. 

I do appreciate the fans that claim that only true ARMY will support the boys’ decisions. Nevertheless, I decide to hold off any kind of presence on social media until further notice. A glance at the official BTS twitter shows them doing the same thing, apparently. I’m not sure whether I should be relieved or worried about that.

“I told you not to,” Sebastian chides once we enter the hotel. “Now you’re all depressed.”

“I’m not depressed,” I defend myself. “Just nervous. I’m not sure what this means for my whole acting career. I don’t like knowing that I have no control over it.”

Sebastian wraps an arm around my shoulders as we enter the elevator. “Not to worry, I’m sure the PR team is on it. Stacey is good with these kinds of things. Trust me, I’ve put her through enough near disasters that this will be a piece of cake.”

Sebastian and I share managers, PR reps, and many more things. We’re strange friends, thrown together through a series of random events, but I’m so grateful for him. I would be so lost without all the resources he’s provided me with. 

I give a dry laugh, slumping against my friend as the thought of being so close to a bed only serves to make me more tired. “She’s probably glad that it’s not you for a change.”

“Yeah, probably.”Sebastian bids me goodnight, heading down to his room on the other end of the hall. I can hear our director and a couple of the producers talking, but it’s too muffled to make out much more than their voices. I’m too tired anyways, so I opt to head straight to my room and get into bed before anyone can ask me any questions. I barely make it into my pajamas before I hit the mattress, sighing as I sink into the covers. 

“Ah, finally. Goodnight world,” I mumble, turning to flip my phone on silent. The moment I go to grab my phone, it lights up with a notification. Groaning, I pick it up, squinting at the light. 

“He...he what now?”

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Pancakes

Boyfriend au

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Rating: Fluff

Word Count: 1019

{So I had so many ideas and this is about 5 of them rolled into 1 sooo xD}©copyrighted

You wake up feeling someone's arms wrapped around your waist. Knowing it's your boyfriend Yoongi's, you turn around to face him.

You could hear the small snores escaping his slightly opened mouth. You watch him sleep, stroking his fluffy hair, soon deciding to wake him up.

You kiss his nose, then his right cheek. You move to his left cheek, his forehead then started to kiss anywhere else on his face possible, trying to wake up the practically dead body next to you.

As you went in to give him another kiss, he leaned in and kissed your lips, catching you by surprise.

"Morning babe." He spoke in his morning voice. His morning voice kind of turned you on, how it was so deep and growly.

"Morning." You hugged him, snuggling into his chest, burying your head in his neck.

He kissed the top of your head,

"We need to get up, you have to go to the studio, and today is the day I'm coming in." You say excitedly.

"5 more minutes." Yoongi begged, squeezing your body closer to him,

"No, because 5 more minutes to you is like 5 more years, I learned that the hard way." You mumbled the last part, although he still heard it.

Chuckling he pulled away from you, he kissed your lips again before ripping the covers off of himself, causing a draft to surround your body for 0.2 seconds before disappearing as though it was never there.

You looked up to see Yoongi in nothing but his grey Calvin Klein boxers, gasping you look back down and cover your head with the duvet.

You could hear his laugh and pictured his gummy smile. Before you had time to react, the duvet was pulled from over your head,

"Is something wrong love?" He asked, still only in his underwear.

"E-erm-er-um are you gonna change?" You ask, trying so hard not to stare at his body.

"It's ok to look you know, we are dating." He says, grabbing your face in his hands, forcing you to look at his face.

"I-I-" You struggle to speak as your face flushes red, causing Yoongi to chuckle, you had already lost count of how many times he had chuckled this morning.

"Let's get ready to the day ahead." He pecks your forehead before letting you go, walking towards his wardrobe.

¦

Once you were both changed you both went downstairs to get something to eat.

"What would you like?" You ask your boyfriend whilst waltzing into the kitchen, towards the fridge to have a look for a nice breakfast.

"Pancakes." The man answered in aegyo. It made your heart pound and caused your cheeks to turn red.

"Coming right up." You giggle, bending down to open the fridge and get the ingredients out that you needed. You could practically feel Yoongi's smirk as he eyed you from the back, checking out your butt.

He came up behind you and smacked your bum, causing you to yelp and jump up in fright. You turned to face him as he grabbed your bum. He smiled innocently at you, then pouted his lips, wanting you to kiss him. Rolling your eyes, you gave him a kiss, yet you pulled away almost instantly. You smiled cheekily.

Yoongi frowned, "I'm hungry, we can kiss later." You laugh, then your belly rumbled, "Point proven." You say, turning around again to collect the ingredients you almost had before the previous events.

Hearing his deep voice mutter under his breath, you turn back around with all of the ingredients in your hand. "What did you say?" You ask him, genuinely curious.

"Oh, nothing." He smiled at you and winked, knowing him it was probably something dirty. Rolling your eyes, you walked over towards the oven, placing the ingredients around the hob. You got out a frying pan, bowl, and whisk.

You started to empty the ingredients into the bowl when you felt his arms wrap around your waist. "Yoongi, if you keep stopping me, we'll be late!" You complain. He rested his head on your shoulder completely ignoring your comment.

You had everything in the bowl just as you felt Yoongi's arm extend to grab what was left of the ingredients, he grabbed the flour and backed away from you as quick as possible before throwing some of the flour at you and running to the other side of the kitchen.

You stood there, shocked, wiping some of the flour away from your eyes. You grabbed an egg, before Yoongi could notice, and turned to face him quickly, one hand behind your back.

You started walking towards him, him backing up, getting quite suspicious. You made it look as though you were going in for a hug, and then cracked the egg on top of his head.

"This is the moment that I call you an egghead." You whispered into his ear and giggled, running away.

Yoongi ran back to the ingredients, grabbing whatever he could and started chasing you.

You ran into the kitchen, grabbing your fair share of the food and what was once pancakes was now a food fight.

¦

Chuckling, Yoongi cracked the last egg over your head.

"Guess this is the time when I call you the egghead." He whispers in your ear just how you did earlier.

You shoved him, causing him to fall back, but he had a tight grip on your waist so you fell on top of him.

"I love you Y/N." He says, kissing your lips.

"I love you more Yoongi." You reply, kissing him in return.

"Not possible." He says, kissing all over your face just how you did to wake him up.

"This is sweet and all, but I think we need to shower." You giggle. Causing Yoongi to chuckle,

"Together?"

You turned bright red and slapped his chest, but not hard.

"Um-er-I-I-we-" He kissed you to shut you up.

"Let's go." He smirked, picking you up bridal style, walking to the bathroom.

[taegienthusiasts]

Request #??? (Yoongi as a DADDY)

Author’s Note: Okay so first of all I’m so sorry this took so long. We were so busy with finals and just never got around to writing :/ 

Disclaimer: I didn’t know if you wanted an imagine or like what Eggy does with the medical bts or bts as boyfriends so...I’m sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind. -Reggie

Request: “Can I have a request on how Yoongi would be as a Daddy?”

Yoongi slammed the door shut behind him and pushed you against the kitchen counter lifting you up to sit on the edge with your legs wrapped around his waist. 

“You think you can get away with teasing me at dinner? Hmmm kitten?” he whispered into your ear. You shivered at his words and goosebumps tingled up your lower back as he made his way down to your neck. You had gone out with Yoongi and the boys and managed to tease Yoongi under the table without anyone knowing. You could see his eyes light up at the sudden surprise of your hand unzipping his pants and sliding under his waistband. You knew that if you misbehaved there would be consequences but you were too far in to stop. 

“Yoongi?” you muttered under your breath wanting to take this into the bedroom. He stopped and he gazed down at your glassy eyes. His eyes were narrow and full of lust. As if any minute he would snap and take you right then and there. Without any warning, Yoongi scooped you up and flung you over his shoulder and walked to the bedroom. 

He pinned you down on the bed crashing his lips to yours, and once again you moaned his name.

“What did you just call me kitten?” He questioned. He slid his hand up to your neck and tightened his grip on your throat. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy” you moaned. 

“That’s what I thought, now on your knees.” Yoongi backed off of the bed and stood before you. You crawled onto your knees and positioned yourself so you were facing him. Your eyes glanced up and he smirked at you dragging his thumb across your bottom lip slowly tugging it down. 

“Such a pretty mouth on my slut.” You shivered at the name. You loved it when he called you his. He ordered you to open so you did letting enter your mouth. And you took all of him in, the feeling of his length sliding into the back of your throat caused you to moan. He smiled at the sound of you taking him, and he slowly but forcefully grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling you farther along. You began taking him again and setting a steady pace as he pulled you along with his hands. You could feel him twitch when you choked for the first time. You twirled your tongue around his head and he quivered, quickly pulling your head off of his cock. 

“Fuck, my cock-slut is so good at her job.” he moaned, pushing you back down on the bed so you were laying on your back. 

“Anything for you Daddy.” you teased puckering your lips. He leaned over and jammed his tongue down your throat tasting himself from earlier. He grabbed your breasts and teased you, brushing his thumb over your nipples. He made his way down to your chest and left dark bruises, sucking as hard as he could.

“You need to know who you belong to.” You shivered at his words and he started kissing you lower and lower making his way down to your hips. You bucked up when his breath hitched over your clit. He began teasing you. He finally pulled your skirt up all the way and thumbed your clit over your panties. 

“Off.” he ordered and your hands flew to your skirt and panties flinging them off and throwing them to the other side of the room. 

“Fuck, I want you so bad Daddy.” you whined and instantly, Yoongi pushed inside of you, filling your walls with his length. You moaned into the crook of his neck and he began pushing himself farther until you couldn’t take him anymore. 

“You like it when Daddy fucks you slut?” you nodded your head up and down and he smirked again causing you to buck your hips up again. Yoongi slowed down his pace and fucked you slow and sloppy. He was close and he wanted to drag this out as long as he could. 

“Daddy, please let me cum, I know you’re close too.” Within seconds, Yoongi went full throttle, pounding into you as hard as his could, the sound of your bodies clapping together filled the bedroom, and as you reached your climax you felt him twitch inside you as you rode out your finish. He folded over on top of you, a sweaty mess. He was still inside you while you both laid in the bed for a few minutes. 

“You’re such a good slut for Daddy.” He whispered into your chest. You nodded your head and twirled his hair through your fingers. Yoongi pulled out and cleaned the both of you up. He crawled back into the bed and you curled up next to him. Before you fell asleep you heard him faintly whisper.

“I love you (Y/N).” 

[bts-17-imagines]

~~~~ All are Y/N's phone. First edit

[namjoonista-blog]

Forever yours (myg)

When I woke up from my beauty sleep, I realize that there’s a mysterious box on my table. Out of curiosity, I grab that box and look at the note.

“Goodmorning sleepy head! 

Your captain Suga speaking! Do you remember today? if you don’t then here’s some task you gotta do when you wake up.

Wash up and wear the clothes that i gave you in this box.

Put on some makeup, not too much! Because i love just the way you are.

Put on the shoes that’s in the box too.

Wait nicely on your living room while someone gonna pick you up.

Do it if you know what is today.

Your one and only, Min Yoongi”

I laugh and start doing what he told me to do. After I spray parfume on my body, there’s a car horn sound from outside.I think it must be the one that Yoongi talking about. I quickly get out and get in the car, and surprisingly the driver is Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung.

i ask them where were going and what are we gonna celebrate for, but none of them are answering instead they replay it with a joke. Because they didn’t want to tell me, i decided to wait and see it by myself. In the car we talking about whatever the topic is and take a pict together.

Suddenly the car stops and they told me that someone is waiting for you inside that restaurant. I hug them and say thanks to them before leaving the car and get in to the restaurant. But then more suprises!!

Namjoon and Jhope is the waiters. They show me where the seat and tell me that Chef Jin is the one who gonna cook tonight. I’m shock because Jin is the one who is cooking. I ask them if they see Yoongi or not, and instead giving me the answer, Hoseok give me a note - just like what i recive this morning - and it says.. 

“ Hey my dumb girl

Still don’t know what today it is? then look at the screen and you’ll find the answer. i love you

Your one and only, Min Yoongi”

I look at the screen and suddenly the screen is showing some picture. What shockingly, there’s my picture when i was a baby, in my mom’s arms, when i was only 3years old, when i was in elementary withh yoongi - first time i met him! -, when i was at the junior highschool and senior high school, when i became a legal adult and having the beer for the first time, and many more.

Tears are rolling on my cheek, without i even noticing it. At the end there’s a video everyone say happy birthday to me, but there’s missing. There’s no Yoongi in the video and I frown.

Suddenly, there’s a pair of arms that sneak into my waist and whisper..

“Happy birthday  My forgetful Queen. Luckly you have your king that will loves you no matter that” 

its Yoongi. My enternaly love

[namjoon-tiddies]

Namjoon imagine( embrace )

So namjoon and you have been dating for 2 years and it feels great. The time he gives you, whenever he is in the home he makes breakfast for you, together both of you go shopping, feed Rapmon, writing songs for you,always melted your heart and the best part of being namjoon's girlfriend was his previous HUG!! That warmth made you forget all your sorrows and pain. That embrace was worth to wait for.

You had Your Maths exam the next day. Maths was not your cup of tea. Completely opposite to the 148 IQ boyfriend. You were really stressed and seeing this namjoon quickly ran towards you.

Namjoon: Seems like you are having a hard time bae. Need any help

Y/n: No I am good. Only 2 chapters are left||||@iamtheoneishouldlovesblog|||

Namjoon suddenly kissed you on your forehead

Y/n: Thanks it really calms me down

At that moment your phone pops up with a notification

Namjoon: what is it?

Y/n: my ex best friend Sophie messaged. Asking to hangout. Why is she doing this?

Namjoon: so....You are going.

Y/n: nope( turning your head sideways)

Namjoon: why? You were best of friends. Spent each hours together. Now what is the deal y/n.

Y/n:( almost on the edge of tearing) I know I didn't tell you. She was good in front of me and everyone but she back bitched about me every time. How I am a drama queen. I speak rubbish only. I am not good enough and doesn't match her standards.

Namjoon: I am angry with you that you didn't tell me but don't cry.. okay...She was a toxic friend. She doesn't deserve you. I am here by your side. Bae it is past don't think about it. And remember y/n next time something happens like this you will tell me

And then he took you in his arms. The huge embrace relaxed you. Your head was on his chest. It felt like heaven. And then you kissed him on his red thick delicious lips.

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Anniversary

Imagine...

It is your third anniversary with Yoongi but he is on tour in Thailand. You already have a long distance relationship but with him, on tour, it makes it even worse. You text him as soon as you wake up but don’t expect a response, you are used to the time difference by now but it still hurts. As the day goes on you start to get worried and upset thinking that he forgot about your anniversary. When you least expect it, you receive a voice message from Yoongi. 

“Hey Y/N, I’m sorry it took me so long to send you this but I had to make sure it was perfect for you. I stayed up all night writing this song for you and I hope you like it.”

As you listen to the song you start to cry because no one has ever done something so thoughtful for you. Immediately you call him:

“Yoongi....you really didn’t have to write me a whole song.... but thank you so much!!!”

“Sweetheart, it is the least I could do since I can’t be there in person. Listen to this song whenever you miss me, whenever you are having a bad day, and especially if you ever need a reminder of how much I love you.”

[alpacaparkaseok]

Mine

2. I’m fine, don’t I look fine?

Genre: Yoongi x OC

Warnings: anxiety/panic attack 

Word Count: 2.6k

The world is closing in around me, my lungs straining as they try to work through the heavy gulps of air that I can’t quite seem to get enough of. Any thought of sleep has long checked out of my brain, my body taking over when my brain decidedly burned out. 

My phone sits where I tossed it on my bed, the light from the constant flow of notifications being the only source of illumination in the hotel room as I cling to the curtains hanging from the window. Jaw clenched, hair a mess from all the times I’ve pondered just yanking it out, nostrils flared as I devour any hint of oxygen.

Fumbling hands push against the window until I manage to find the latch, a near-silent whimper escaping me as the cool London air floods the stuffy room. It doesn’t take long until I’m down on the floor, arms and legs pulled into my core head buried along with the rest of my mental capacity. 

I can’t decide which is worse. Closing my eyes and falling into that black abyss, or rocketing back up to the window, drinking in the air even as my eyes take in the city before me, reminding me of just how small and helpless I am.  

Everything, everything I have become and worked for scooped up in the palm of some man I’ve never met. There I am, right there. Falling from his hands like sand and he doesn’t even realize all that he’s holding.

The only hope I have left is that Min Yoongi has decided to create a castle with the remnants of me in his hands, and isn’t planning to wreck my tiny fortress with a well-timed stomp of his foot like some child on a playground. He must know, right? That while this may seem like some sort of trivial recess drama, it could end me? He will survive, because he’s loved the world over.

The world doesn’t know me well enough yet to even ascertain whether or not it loves me, but depending on what this stranger says about me will surely make up the world’s mind.

Like coming out of a deep sleep I begin to hear the constant vibrations of my phone on my bed. Someone is trying to call me. I don’t want to answer.

Moreover, I’m not sure I can answer. 

Eventually the sounds fade out again. Laying there on the ground before the window, I stare up at the ceiling. Naturally my eyes drift to the smoke detector, its small blue light holding me hostage even as I cling to that unspoken beacon of reality. It’s something so starkly normal; so completely common that I find my airways begin to open up bit by bit.

 The world is still spinning. 

I am still breathing.

The sun will rise. 

And Min Yoongi will have hell to pay.

🌙

What started as a gentle tap against my door quickly turns into an attempted breakin from the sounds of it. I jump up, forgetting where I am for a moment before I finally settle back down with a groan. 

I would personally not recommend the Waldorf to anyone purely based on the quality of their floors on my back.  

“Who is it?” I manage to croak out. The state of my throat serves as a reminder of my panic attack the night before. I wince, flipping around onto my stomach so I can stretch. 

“It’s Sebastian you ungrateful little weirdo, now open up this door before I-”

 I yank the door open, coming face to face with a red in the face Sebastian Stan. If I wasn’t currently fearing for my life I would have chuckled at the picture before me: Sebastian raging while doing his best to not crush the muffin he extends to me. He isn’t completely successful; there are imprints of his fingers on the base of my muffin, but I don’t mention it. 

“Did you just call me an ‘ungrateful little weirdo’? T-that’s not very nice.” I curse myself for my stutter, but I can’t help it as the weight that dragged me down last night comes crashing into me all over again. 

Sebastian closes the door behind him, looking around my hotel room like a bloodhound on a hunt. He lets out a triumphant shout when he comes across what he was looking for.

“This is quite the contraption. It allows people to communicate with you. All you have to do is press accept and then they can talk to you at all hours of the day and night.” Snatching my phone up from where I left it abandoned on the bed he hoists it up in the air. “Did you seriously ignore my calls all night? And everyone else’s?” 

He takes a look at my lock screen, eyebrows furrowing when he sees that I haven’t even opened my phone since the night before. Slowly, he takes in the bed which is only a little wrinkled from where I laid on it. I hadn’t even had time to get beneath the covers before I shot out of my bed like a bolt of lightning. I can see the gears shifting in Sebastian’s head. It’s clear that I didn’t sleep in my bed last night. But if I didn’t sleep there then... 

“Did you go somewhere last night?” His voice is quiet now, although I find that I prefer the yelling than I do the quiet. 

“No.”

“No? Then why is your bed still made?” He looks at me, but I make myself busy by shoving the muffin into my mouth. I know my face probably is red and blotchy from the stress tears I shed the night before. Setting the muffin down on the table, I make my way to the bathroom. Maybe if I can wash my face, he won’t notice. 

Sebastian follows me wordlessly. Quickly I reach for some facial scrub, turning the faucet on. 

Sebastian turns it off. I glare, but remain with my eyes downward. I turn it back on. 

He turns it off. 

“This is fun,” I growl out, going to turn the faucet back on but finding his hand planted firmly atop it. “But I don’t quite get the point of this game.” 

“Look at me.”

Sometimes, I really hate the fact that Sebastian has gotten to know me so well. I blame the crew of “Young Rising”, they were the ones who decided to cart us off to the middle of nowhere with no one to talk to except for each other and a few other actors or crew members that popped in and out.

 Sebastian’s tone has lost its edge when he speaks again, and I can tell that he’s starting to regret his temper tantrum from earlier. “Cara, look at me.”

Too exhausted to play this little game any further, I raise my head. I stare at my reflection in the mirror, eyes still red and puffy, dried tear-tracks sticking to my cheeks. I look like a complete mess. 

When I deem enough time has passed I reach for the faucet and throw it on, ripping open my facial bar. Sebastian stands there silent, connecting the dots. 

“Happy?” I bite out, eyes shut tight against the suds. My friend doesn’t say anything. When I finally finish up, he hands me a towel. 

Peaking my eyes open I find my friend leaning up against the counter with a faraway look in his eyes. When he notices my stare he comes back to life, silently opening his arms. I finish drying my face before tossing the towel aside and inching forward until Sebastian pulls me into his embrace. 

There’s a part of me that thinks that now would probably be a good time to cry again, but I can’t find the tears. Instead I just rest my head against his chest, feeling like a crumbling husk. 

“I didn’t realize, Car. That was uncalled for, my anger. I shouldn’t have called you, I- I should have just come over here-”

I shush him before he can get too far in his head. “Don’t worry about it,” I mumble against his chest.

“But, wait.” He moves so he can see my face. “Where did you sleep?”

I bite my lip, ignoring the way his eyes drift down to watch the action with more focus than required. “I’ll tell you one thing: these floors suck.”

Sebastian’s rolling laugh manages to bring a small smile to my face, although it serves as the final nail in my coffin when it suddenly stops, something dawning on his face.

“Oh yeah, Rhea wants to meet with us. Hurry and get ready.” I nod, already sure that our director will no doubt want to discuss the current situation. It doesn’t take long for me to throw some decent clothes on, Sebastian waiting outside my room. 

“Ready?” He asks, significantly more chipper than just a few minutes ago. 

“Yeah, ready.” Sebastian looks me over, smirking. “What?”

“You don’t have your phone, do you?” 

I groan, heading back inside as Sebastian chuckles. “Do I really need it?” I already know the answer, though. Wincing as I assess the damage, that being twenty-six missed calls from several different people and double the amount of texts, I head back out. 

“Ok, now let’s go.”

🌙

The small conference room on the second floor of the Waldorf is already filled to the brim with noise by the time I enter, Sebastian close behind me. All it takes is one look at me and the worried expression I masked a heartbeat too late for it to die down. 

“How are you doing, sweetie?” Rhea, the director and evil genius behind “Young Rising” comes up to me and gives me a warm smile. I nod, trying my best to return the smile but failing greatly in the “warmth” division.

Sebastian pulls out a seat, plopping down beside me once I’ve taken my seat. The room is still too quiet, a stark construct in comparison with previous meetings where the volume level was at a near constant high. 

“Alright everyone, let’s get started!” Rhea takes the lead, looking down at one of her many binders. “We’ve successfully finished shooting ‘Young Rising’, and now we are on to the next stage. Promotions.”

A groan goes around the table, the veterans in show business knowing full well what a nightmare that can be. I remain silent, just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Everyone here clearly knows what’s going on, right?

“Sebastian and Cara did a great job on the ‘Graham Norton Show’ last night, let’s give them a hand.” A scattered round of applause echoes around the room, pink blooming on my cheeks. “Last we checked, which was about fifteen minutes ago, one of your clips from the show on Youtube has already reached four million views. People are curious to know who you guys are.”

I look up at Rhea to see her already smiling at me. We both know why people are curious. 

“Which clip was it?” Sebastian asks. I refrain from punching him. Rhea sighs, looking down at her notes. 

“It was the clip where Cara was informed of her new fan.” People chuckle in the room even as I sink further down into my seat. “That’s mainly what I wanted to talk about in this meeting today. Stephen is going to talk to us a bit more about how we should handle promotions moving forward with this newfound knowledge and the possible advantages and disadvantages we’ll be facing.” 

Stephen stands up, fixing his glasses. “Right, so just like Rhea said, I think that we really need to focus on the advantages we’ve just been given. So first, shoutout to Cara for being so likeable.” If I wasn’t trying to disappear before, I definitely am now. Sebastian notices and flicks my elbow. I glare at him, sitting up again. “Now more people that originally wouldn’t have given ‘Young Rising’ the time of day are becoming interested in the film. What their intentions are is uncertain, but we do know that we can use this attention to explain from a higher platform why we think this film is worth seeing.”

Stephen chatters on, going on and on about different techniques we can use to steer interview questions away from our love lives and tie our answers into the film. At some point he passes out an outline, which I’m grateful for. There’s no way I’m going to remember this when it’s finished.

 “Now, we should address possible pitfalls as well as instructions for how we should carry ourselves during these promotions. Obviously, this is especially applicable for Cara and Sebastian.” Reaching below the table, Stephen comes up with a handful of envelopes of different shapes and sizes. “Just over the course of the past night, the hotel has delivered over twenty letters to us. They are almost all addressed to Cara. We haven’t read them, but I have a sneaking suspicion that they have something to do with Min Yoongi.” I can’t help but agree when I see one decked out with BTS themed stickers. 

“So what are we going to do about all of this?” Sebastian asks. 

“Well, there’s not a whole lot we can do except handle it with grace. People are unsure of whether or not they’re Cara’s fans now. That’s difficult to hear, but it’s true. They’re waiting to see how she reacts. While that’s entirely up to your discretion, I would advise you to talk with either me or your personal PR rep before showing your face on social media or in public. You need to be prepared for whatever comes your way. However, from a promotional standpoint, I’d say we should run with this. Use the people’s curiosity to drive them to the movie theater.”

I find myself nodding numbly along with the other people, mind finally quiet. It makes sense, and if we’re being honest, this really is a great opportunity. Yet, I can’t help but feel like nobody else sees this as I do. 

Like I’m looking at a door that either opens to another world or that just clanged shut and I’m on the wrong side, forever trapped. 

“I’m assuming you’ve heard the latest news, Cara?” Stephen shakes me from my thoughts, and I nod. Of course I have. It’s been all I can think about since that first notification popped up on my phone last night. 

“Yeah, are we actually going to do that?” Sebastian asks, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

“I see no reason not to. I think it would be worse to turn down the invitation. And Cara speaks the language, which is an added bonus. We just wanted to clear it with you two first, but we’ve already spoken with a few people from Seoul. They’re more than happy to accomodate us, if we do decide to extend our promotional route. What do you two think?”

If I close my eyes the tweet from last night is still there, glaring up at me. 

“‘Young Rising’ cast invited to film festival in Seoul - and BTS’ Suga already RSVPd”

You could hear a pin drop, it’s so quiet. Without opening my eyes I can already tell everyone is looking at me; awaiting my decision. I want to scream at them, tell them that I don’t know. I just wanted to act, I just wanted to be successful. And now that desire has twisted into some sick reality as I face the possibility that I will have to act through every social interaction for the foreseeable future. 

Taking a shaky breath I gather my thoughts, reminding myself that if all else fails I can just give Min Yoongi a piece of my mind and then move to the mountains for the rest of my life, far enough that nobody can ever find me. 

“I think we should go.”

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Im reposting this for the 69th time

Genre : angst,fluff This is some kind of teaser,please let me know should i contunie or not i don’t really liked it it just came to my mind and felt like write here. - It was the same.Nothing changed.Y/n always wanted to be happy of who she is.She was grateful,though.It may seem like a cliché,typical teenager huh.But it was kind of different.Somehow,people around her thinks that she is depressed,hating on her personality,judging her for not acting like a girl.There was nothing wrong.She tried to change herself to make people around her happy.She cared about others,looked like she is careless for caring about herself too much.Her family was really rich,they will move on to Daegu soon.Which is a chance for her to start over.At least thats what her parents think. - Whoop whoop.I was bored.Idk should i turn this into a story ¿ I’m not a good author tho but i enjoyed writing this.

[al-zuu]

Adorableness in the Morning. (Yoongi-Fluff)

#1 Imagine -Yoongi (Suga).

It was a mesmerizing Sunday morning. The tranquil breeze making white filmy curtains sway in a calm manner. Though one thing that made the quiet vibe disappear was the snoring of your husband, Yoongi. Not only that but he was literally on top of you. He rolls on the bed so much he just ended up there, his face buried in your chest. It was adorable because he looked like such a baby you thought to yourself and smiled. He was such a strong sleeper though. Earthquakes, storms could randomly happen and he wouldn’t be woken up one bit. So how you were gonna get him off?

“Suga~” you said in a sweet tone but sadly it didn’t work.

You tried again, no changes.

You got tired of trying so out of boredom, you tangled your fingers into his pastel green hair which looked cute how it was messy. You curled the thin strands around your long fingers, repeating the same process. His hair was so soft that it made you addicted into playing into it. It had this honey scent that made it alluring and making you want to eat it (jkjk). You laughed softly at the though.

“Nghh..” You heard him mumble making an idea pop into your head, giving a mischievous smile. You continued playing with hair for a few more minutes and he was turning left and right, twisting all around the king sized bed. Your eyes gleamed, knowing one of his weaknesses. You were going to do this everyday now.

“Mmm, Y/N.. keep doing that.” Plot twist. You thought he didn’t like it but he DID. You face palmed and stopped immediately knowing that this would make him stay in bed longer. He has to go practice with the boys.

He suddenly buried his face deeper into your chest making you blush at the sudden action. You froze for a coupled of seconds before questioning him.

“Y-Yoongi?” you stuttered.

“Hmm?..” He murmured.

“Wake up!” you slapped him on the shoulder getting irritated.

“You know, you smell like flowers.” he said out of no where as he looked up to meet your eyes.

Your eyes widened in amazement at the sudden compliment. You felt your face heat up so you averted your eyes but he turned your face to him.

“Uhuh..” You replied not knowing what to say.

“Every time I wake up, I feel like I’m being surrounded by flowers and buried in the secret garden.” He smiled cheekily, still looking at you.

“Is that a bad thing?” You laughed staring back at him confidently.

He shook his head, “I love it,” He said resting his head on your chest which made you smile. He’s so cute.

“By the way, I like it when you call me ‘Suga’ in that morning voice.” he added, seeing a smirk appearing on his face which made you blush.

“Wake up and get ready for practice!” You shouted getting up and hitting him with the biggest pillow you found.

You ran down to the kitchen to make breakfast as you asked yourself, “Why is he so attractive even in the morning?” you sighed.

The End.

A/N- I hope you enjoyed! :D. This is the first imagine I have ever written so please excuse the mistakes. Thanks for reading!

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Starting it on 1 am

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Imagine Min Yoongi standing there staring at you(he's silently judging you actually)