#their head bowed over the dish and u just hear them sniffling bc it's the best food they've had in years.........

[byanyan]

that headcanon i wrote probably more than a year ago where i mentioned (i think in the tags??) the concept of byan tearing up a little over a really good meal is coming back to me tonight...

[itskimtaehyung]

I Miss You(ngi)

Anonymous said: I miss yoongi 😣💙💜 can u write a quick fluff senario [sic] for yoongi?? 

A/N: So this is neither quick nor a scenario bc i got carried away oops. Also the title..... I couldn’t help myself I'm sorry. Also it was originally 2299 words but i couldnt have that so i added one

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi is away on tour and you miss him terribly. However, he checks up on you whenever he can and makes sure to call everyday. 

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2300

Content: Cute phone conversations, really fluffy stuff, numerous uses of the word “asshole”

Sneak Peak:

“Hey, babe. I just got off stage. Have you eaten yet? Did you watch the broadca—”

“Your dog hates me,” you interrupt. Holly still refuses to come out from under the couch.

“He’s just shy. Give him a some time to adjust,” he laughs.

“It’s been two weeks! He still avoids me and rips up my stuff. Yoongi, I miss you. Are you sure you can’t come home for just a little bit? I don’t want to be spending the holiday alone.” You pout even though you know he can’t see it.

BARK BARK BARK.

You look over your shoulder to see Min Holly jumping frantically and barking up a storm. You get up from your desk where you had been studying to see what has him so startled.

“What is it Holly? What do you see?” You ask the small, brown puppy.

Holly continues barking and jumping up, clawing at the TV screen that you had forgotten to turn off before starting your study session. That’s when you see your boyfriend, Min Yoongi, up on stage, performing with the rest of BTS. You unmute the program so that Holly can hear his father’s voice. This silences him, and he sits back on his paws, mesmerized by the show.

“Don’t worry, little one. I miss him, too.” You pet Holly on the head and scratch between his ears. “Sadly, he won’t be home for a few more weeks. It looks like you and I are going to have to spend the Lunar New Year with each other.” Holly lets out a quick bark and squirms from under your hand. “Hey! It won’t be that bad! Do you really not like me that much?” He runs away and you try to chase him, but he darts under the couch before you can catch him.

You love Holly, and when Yoongi asked you to watch him while he was gone, you were more than happy to oblige. The feelings, however, were not mutual. You have no idea why this dog could have so much disdain towards you. Or how this cute little being could be full of so much hatred. You guess it might have something to do with the fact that, in the weeks leading up to the tour, Yoongi wanted to spend as much time with you as he could, and stayed most nights at your place, leaving Holly back home. Or maybe because you had only met Holly a handful of times, and suddenly he was moved from the comfort of Bangtan’s apartment, to the unfamiliarity of yours. You tried being friendly, giving him treats which he snatched out of your hand to take under the couch where he would finish enjoying them, or letting him sleep on your bed, which still faintly smelled of Yoongi from the last night he spent at your place. Holly, however, would not relent. Sometimes you would come home to ripped up pillows or books pulled off the shelves. It’s not like you could really do anything. You could never hurt another creature, especially one as cute as Holly. Even the squirt bottle seemed too harsh for you.

Once the program ends, you switch off the TV and leave Holly to nap under the couch by himself.  You’re about to get back to studying when your phone rings, the Blood Sweat and Tears instrumental filling the room.

“Hey, babe. I just got off stage. Have you eaten yet? Did you watch the broadca—”

“Your dog hates me,” you interrupt, with Holly still refusing to come out from under the couch.

“He’s just shy. Give him some time to adjust,” he laughs.

“It’s been two weeks! He still avoids me and rips up my stuff. Yoongi, I miss you. Are you sure you can’t come home for just a little bit? I don’t want to be spending the holiday alone.” You pout even though you know he can’t see it.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I miss you too. We’re going to be in Indonesia for the new year and Japan until the middle of February. You know if I could come home, I would.” You can tell he means it, but that doesn’t make you miss him any less.

“You’re going to be gone for Seollal and Valentine’s Day? You’re the worst boyfriend ever,” you tease.

“I know, I know. I suck. But the company is really pushing the promotion for our japanese album right now so they’re trying to get us to do as many shows as we can.”

“Yeah, I know. I just miss you so much.” You feign a sniffle.

“Yah, Yoongi-hyung! We’ve got to get going!” You hear Jimin scream on the other side of the line.

“Okay I’m coming! Give me a sec!” Yoongi replies, then turns his attention back towards you. “I miss you a lot too, Y/N. Don’t worry. I’ll still call you everyday like I’ve been doing. I’ve got to go now, but I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Good night, my love. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Good night.”

Around midnight you try to fall asleep with no success. Holly has since come out from his hiding place and is now sleeping on one of Yoongi’s sweatshirts that he pulled out of the closet. You reach over to the nightstand to grab your cellphone, it’s bright screen illuminating your face as you scroll through your contact list until you find the number you’re looking for.

“Hello?” You hear his groggy voice through your phone. You suddenly feel guilty for waking him from his sleep which you know he hasn’t been getting much of lately.

“Yoongi?” You say hesitantly.

“Mm? Babe, what’s up? Are you okay?” He mumbles, still not completely out of his slumber.

“Yeah, I’m just having trouble falling asleep. When I said you were the worst boyfriend ever, you know I didn’t mean it, right?”

“Hm? Mm yeah yeah, I know you weren’t serious.”

“Okay good.”

“Is that why you couldn’t sleep?”

“.... Maybe.”

“You don’t have to worry about that, silly. I know you love me.”

“I do. I really do.”

“I love you, too. Now get some sleep. You don’t want to be too tired for school tomorrow.”

“Yoongi, it’s Friday.”

“What? Oh, right, right.” You kind of feel bad for him. He’s probably so overworked that he doesn’t even remember what day it is. You want nothing more than to be there with him to take the stress away.

“It sounds like you’re the one who needs the sleep. I’m sorry I woke you up. With all the shows and promotions and stuff, I know you guys don’t get to sleep much.”

“It’s not a big deal, Y/N. You know I love talking to you and hearing your voice.”

“Yes, I do. And as much as I love talking to you too, I also care about your health. So I’m going to hang up now and you better get some rest or else once you get home I’m gonna whoop your ass.” You hear him chuckle lightly on the other end.

“Okay. Good night, Y/N. I love you.”

“Love you more. Good night.” With that, you hang up and drift off to sleep.

The weeks pass slowly as you complete assignment after assignment and have to buy new pillows way more than you want to only to have them ripped up by Holly when you’re not looking. The end of January approaches, and you start seeing decorations for the New Year pop up all over Seoul.

The first day of the Seollal celebration falls on a Saturday. You wake up to a silent apartment that seems colder than usual. Yoongi’s absence is more noticeable today. You and Yoongi always spent the New Year together, so being without him on this holiday feels incredibly foreign. The previous years, you two would sleep in until the daylight pouring in from the window makes it impossible to stay asleep any longer. Then one of you would drag the other out of bed for brunch. Since the Bangtan apartment was often quite hectic this time of year, with family members visiting and the overall excitement of having time off, Yoongi opted to spend Seollal with you at your place. He liked your place a lot better than his. It was quiet, clean, and had a spacious kitchen.

Though neither of you were very good at cooking, it had become an annual tradition to attempt making tteok-guk as good as eomma did. Of course, being from different regions, the two of you could never agree on what constituted the best tteok-guk. Yoongi thought simple was best, and insisted that the two of you make it with just beef stock and rice cakes. “It’ll save us a lot of work,” he argued. But you, being from Busan, felt that the dish was incomplete without some kind of seafood.

“Should we even bother with the tteok-guk this year?” You ask Holly when you get out of bed and walk to the kitchen. “I mean I really don’t see a point without Yoongi here.”

Holly’s ears perk up at the sound of his father’s name, however gives no other reaction. You sigh and give the dog his food before pouring yourself a bowl of cereal. You’re eating your cereal and watching cartoons on the couch when you hear a knock on the door. You wonder who it could be, since all your friends went home for the holiday.

You set the cereal bowl down and walk over to the door, not bothering to look through the peephole before opening it. You swing the door open to see the elderly couple from a couple of doors down.

“Hi, darling.” The wife greets. “We heard you were spending Seollal alone this year and we just wanted you to know that we’re having a small gathering with our family down the hall and that our door is open if you want to join us.”

“Oh, no, Mrs. Kim. I’m quite alright on my own. I have to watch over Holly, anyway.” You gesture toward Holly who is in the kitchen, still scarfing down her breakfast. “Thank you for the offer, though.”

“Well, the both of you are welcome if you change your mind,” Mr. Kim adds.

“Thank you.” You bow to them before closing the door.

Later that night when Yoongi calls, you had long ago fallen asleep in front of the TV. You wake up at around 4am to see that he left a voicemail.

Hey, Y/N. Just calling to check up on you. Sorry again that I can’t be home with you for Seollal. Judging by the time, you’re probably asleep already. Did you have too much fun without me? Drink till you passed out already? No, I’m kidding haha. I know you’re tired from school and work and all that. Also, having an asshole like me for a boyfriend probably takes a toll on you, too. Speaking of my assholery, our Japan promotions have been extended, so I won’t be home until March. I’m really sorry. Both for being away and for having to tell you over voicemail like this. Anyway, I love you. Always remember that. Even when I forget to call, or seem rushed when we talk. Remember that I love you. Good night, Y/N. I’ll talk to you soon.

You want to cry. Three months without seeing Yoongi is too much. If it weren’t for school you would fly out to wherever he was and join him, much like some of the other members’ girlfriends were doing. You’re too tired from this whole situation so you decide to just go to bed and deal with your feelings in the morning.

This year Valentine’s Day falls on a Tuesday. You’re so worried about your chemistry exam that afternoon that you nearly forget about the holiday until a couple your friends tell you they’re going to dinner with their boyfriends, and that you could tag along if you wanted. You politely decline, not wanting to be the fifth wheel on their double date.

Thus you spend your Valentine’s day much like you spent your Seollal: on the couch watching TV. You haven’t heard from Yoongi all day, but pay no mind to it. His calls have been becoming less frequent lately and you assume it’s because of his insane schedules. You’re starting to doze off when you hear a knock on the door followed by a voice saying, “Delivery!” You open the door to see someone standing there, holding a big bouquet of red, heart-shaped balloons that cover the top half of his body, including his face.

“Delivery for Y/N?” The balloons say.

“Yeah that’s me.”

The delivery boy lowers the balloons to reveal his squinty eyes and gummy smile you know and love.

“Yoongi!” He sets down the balloon bouquet and you throw your arms around him as he pulls you in for a long awaited hug. “I missed you so much. Oh my god, I’m about to cry.”

“Aww, Y/N. Don’t cry. I’m here. I’m here.” He says softly into your hair.

You pull back to look at him. “Yeah, why are you here?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “I thought you were going to be in Japan until March?”

“Um… So, I kind of lied. Ow!” He rubs the arm that you just punched. “What!? I wanted to surprise you!”

“Min Yoongi, you’re an asshole!”

“I know, I know. But I’m here now. And I’m your asshole.”

“God that’s so cheesy, stop!” You laugh and finally kiss him on the lips for the first time in two and a half months. “I missed you. I missed you so much.”

“I missed you more.” He says, folding you back into his arms.

“Not possible,” you reply.

“Totally possible.” At that moment Holly decides to interrupt the two of you and starts pawing at his father’s legs. “And I missed you, too, Holly.” He says to the small brown thing.

You watch the two of them get reaquainted when you suddenly remember, “Wait. Does this mean you’re done with promotions? You’re here to stay? At least for a while I mean.”

He looks at you with the love and fondness you so missed and says, “Yeah. I’m here to stay.”