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alanrangerphotography · 6 years ago

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Learn Photography - How?

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I am sure you know the meme from Malcolm Gladwell, about the 10,000 hour rule?

Gladwell explains that reaching the 10,000-Hour Rule, which he considers the key to success in any field, is simply a matter of practicing a specific task that can be accomplished with 20 hours of work a week for 10 years

I have also made the point, in lectures and classes, that If you practice something incorrectly for 10,000 hours you will be a master at doing it incorrectly.

Sanjay Srivastava, made interesting points in his paper in “The Hardest Science” that apart from simply practice there has to be an innate talent to start with and goes on to point out that “luck” and “privilege” also play an important part in becoming successful. In layman's terms, these debates about what makes someone become ultra successful/good at what they do have been propagated and simplified to provide a way of conveying that all you need to do is practice and work hard and the results will come. The article goes on to make the case that there may be at least four elements involved in very successful outcomes, of course this largely depends on your measurement of success.

Talent - there is such a thing as talent and that it matters for success

Preparation - that practicing for 10,000 hours will make you better

Luck - being in the right place at the right time

Privilege - having the means (resources) to access the opportunity

This reminds me of a project I worked on as a management consultant twenty years or so ago. The organisation was attempting to change culture and bring about change in the way individuals worked to be better, as part of the sum of the digits, to produce momentum and create a swing in positive “outcomes”. I worked with a fellow external consultant, Howard, who worked with the British Rugby Team, prior to their world cup win in 2003, as a sports psychologist.

The “simplified” philosophy became P=CxA2

P= Performance

C= Capability

A2= Attitude Squared

Meaning, your performance is based on your innate capability multiplied by your attitude squared. This translates to whatever your capability is, your attitude has a larger factor to produce a better performance than your innate ability. Or in even simpler terms, loads of capability but poor attitude produces a piss poor performance and even a little little capability with a great attitude produces a great performance.

Performance

You only need to compare the performances and outcomes of the last two English World Cup Football teams. Consider the difference in how well England performed and progressed in 2014, with arguably a better squad of players but went out in qualifying rounds, verses 2018, where England reached the semi-finals with (arguably) less capability but a better attitude. An additional factor of leadership (tutor) may be brought into the equation too.

I don’t have any major objection to the simplification of a narrative if it helps to inform and focus the reader's/receivers mind on the bigger picture rather than the details and problems of everything else.

However the oversimplification of some things, (consider how the Brexit campaign was portrayed to the British Public as an example. Both sides made arguments that oversimplified what is clearly a very complex subject and one, in my opinion, that should not have been put to a referendum) can create a false paradigm.

[A false paradigm is a mental model of the way a complex system works that is incorrect, leading one to make incorrect guesses about unavailable information, to misinterpret available information, and to make incorrect predictions about the future.]

In the pursuit of becoming a better photographer, whether it’s for personal pleasure and hobby, professionally or any other purpose. It’s too easy to think that you just need buy the right gear, go to the right places, get enough social media likes and attention, sell a print, offer a portrait/wedding shoot or just practice lots to consider yourself successful or good.

We all strive, aim and want to become better at whatever we do in life, whether it’s fitness, health, diet, a hobby, relationships, our career and so on. Suggesting that there are a set of simple steps, rules, guidelines or memes that we can adopt to achieve these goals is just a way of helping us focus our efforts and renew our motivation to improve. I am always hesitant, and even uncomfortable, about writing and proposing “10 Steps to…” because they are in some way a false paradigm too. Despite the fact that I have written and sell “Pocket Guides - My Top Tips”

However, having taught and met thousands of photographers at the novice and beginners level, I know they need a simplification of information, so they can see a way forwards and have a framework to work on a progress with. Ten step guides are useful for beginners learning about shutter speed, white balance, depth of field, rule of thirds, focusing, lighting and composition, metering and other aspects to learn the basics.

I have been providing photography courses for beginners for the last six years on digital photography to help novices take what they feel are good photos and using editing software to become better photos through post production. Most don’t aspire to be a professional photographer, most just want to improve their photography skills for personal satisfaction and enjoyment of their hobby and subjects/places they photograph and experience.

Not many have an innate creative and technical talent to take it a step further, so proposing that 10,000 hrs will make you successful, is of course false, if you don’t possess the raw ingredients that are required to meet your criteria of “success”. If you add the ingredients of Luck - (to be in the right place at the right time) and Privilege (the means to access) to the mix then it’s understandable to see how few can achieve panicea.

Imitate

However, for most people I meet, fortunately, panicea is based on a different model and criteria of success. Most just want to end the frustration of not understanding terminology, science and technicalities of the camera - The Mechanics. Using the camera to maximise its potential and help capture and record what they see and where they are. This is often based on a criteria of imitating shots they have seen of a subject or location and trying to put their own spin on it which of course will rely on circumstance (luck and privilege) of when they are there with what talent and preparation they have.

Learning to use the instrument correctly, in this case the camera, is largely a technical exercise, coupled with practical experience and objective evaluation of the results. The objective evaluation can be achieved in many ways depending on your assessment of what’s valuable and insightful verses the extreme of what strokes your ego.

For my own part, entering competitions, exhibitions, gaining accreditations and being part of the photographic communities ways of acknowledgement played a big part of getting external feedback on my work and progress. Whether it’s through camera clubs, the RPS, BPE or some other form and society, external feedback and formal recognition plays an important part of giving us targets, milestones and a way of motivating us to strive for improvement. I didn’t, and often don’t agree, with those assessments, outcomes and criteria but those are the ways and rules of those bodies so you have to play by them or vote with your feet and ignore them.

Assimilate

Once we have achieved a certain standard and have the confidence to execute technically, we start to face some difficult challenges. Assimilation - Making choices about what and how we photograph, applying our “personal” style to it through more considered compositions and skillful post-production. This part of the process becomes more difficult because it relies on having some talent, awareness and attitude and one could argue that luck and privilege play a part too.

Creating images that speak to the reason for it, the intention, conveying the photographers interpretation and skillful presentation of their subject matter rely on being a master (or at least proficient) of the mechanics.

Having a clear personal style and way of seeing and connecting to the subject matter is an ongoing journey that will mean a return to some new mechanics. You may imitate the work of others with more skill than before, and have less external confirmation as the pool of external credible assessors becomes shallower and therefore sometimes easier to ignore. However this stage is often a tipping point too.

Gladwell defines a tipping point as "the moment of critical mass”

The idea, appetite, motivation, commitment reaches a tipping point for many, whose interest in photography is enjoyment and recreation rather than a passion and way of expression through the medium of a camera. Very few go on to strive for something beyond this point and, understandably, are fulfilled with what they have achieved and can produce when motivated to do so.

Innovate

The personal execution of photography is a much sought after ideal. Is it possible to innovate and be original and unique in a field where literally hundreds of millions of people take literally billions of photos on a daily basis? We visit the same places, see similar things but somehow some people manage to see, capture and express the same thing we experience in a way that speaks a different language.

Innovation is the direct result of hours upon hours of imitation and assimilation. It’s the result of travelling that road of learning every lesson, putting it into regular practice with confidence and reason and then taking it to another level. Of course there are different stages and levels within this and some people seem create something completely unique, others variations of uniqueness. What’s most important is it doesn’t have to be 100% unique - It has to be 100% authentically YOU, and you have to be fulfilled with the work regardless of external opinion.

Where does this leave us?

Not everyone wants to become a professional, achieve formal accreditations or qualifications. Most people I meet simply enjoy photography as a hobby and means of getting out and exploring new places and environments. Naturally some want more or less input, guidance and challenges.

I will write something soon to share my insights of the photography lessons I feel will benefit any level of photographer with any level of ambition. It will be based on my fifteen plus years of being passionate about this craft and my own journey of development. It will cover the intellectual, emotional and physical steps required to improve year on year.

The most important advice I can give and best lesson is to only do what you enjoy and some sense of satisfaction from.

#Composition Curiousness

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bpelaw-blog · 6 years ago

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Importance Of A Real Estate Attorney

The leading rule for the lawyer, as for the man of every calling, is diligence. -Abraham Lincoln Are you a buyer, homeowner, seller, investor, landlord, tenant or agent facing real estate issues? Do you need some assistance in making wise property-related decisions? If yes, you must be looking for a real estate attorney.

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justinhaywardthismorning · 7 years ago

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adamgdooley · 8 years ago

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£15.5bn invested in deals between manufacturing corporates and UK SMEs since 2013

Deals between large manufacturing companies and UK SMEs are widespread with more than 770 since April 2013, known to have exceeded £15.5bn.

This makes manufacturing the country’s second most collaborative sector, with 14% of deal volumes, after financial services (34%). The vast proportion (83%) of manufacturing deals were M&As.

Economic data, released today by national law firm Bond Dickinson, explores mergers and acquisitions, joint ventures and minority stake purchases in UK SMEs from both domestic and international corporates.

Across all sectors, between 2013/14 and 2016/17, large organisations are known to have invested over £102bn in 5,447 deals with UK SMEs. This exceeds the £62bn corporates invested in UK research and development between 2013 and 2016*, and represents more than a seventh of the £683bn total UK business investment.

Based on analysis of four tax years of deal data, the findings are detailed in Close Encounters: The power of collaborative innovation.

Peter Snaith, Head of Manufacturing at Bond Dickinson, comments: “Manufacturing companies are well-versed in how to work with SMEs. For example, major pharmaceutical companies have a long history of partnership with innovative contract research, manufacturing businesses and startups. Companies like Nissan and Dyson are also leading the way in creating innovation centres and placing collaboration at the heart of operations.

“The high percentage of M&A deals compared to minority stake purchases may reflect the tradition of top-down control cultures, as well as the standalone value of IP to the high-tech manufacturing which the UK specialises in.”

The research shows that the total number of manufacturing deals dropped by 27% in 2016/17. Deal volumes hit a high in the 2014/15 tax year, totalling 238, but fell to 187 in 2015/16 and 137 in 2016/17.

Peter Snaith adds: “This sudden drop in collaborative deals suggests that uncertainty over the outcome of the Brexit negotiations may be stalling decisions with deals now being postponed or cancelled – a worrying trend for a sector at the forefront of the UK’s international trade prospects.”

About the research

Understanding the importance of collaborative innovation to corporate strategy, Bond Dickinson commissioned independent economics and business research consultancy the Centre for Economics and Business Research (Cebr) to conduct the economic research outlined in this press release and the accompanying report Close Encounters: The Power of Collaboration. This study was conducted in April 2017 using four years of comprehensive quantitative information sourced from Bureau Van Dijk’s private company information database FAME and business deal database Zephyr.

The business collaborations quantified in this research relate to asymmetric deals which involve large businesses (of any nationality) and UK small and medium-sized enterprises (SMEs), in which the deal acquirer was the large business. Collaborations are defined as deals identified as mergers and acquisitions, corporate joint ventures which create a separate corporate entity, and minority stake purchases. This data excludes commercial joint ventures based purely on contractual arrangements.

Business size was defined by employee numbers in line with the BEIS Business Population Estimates (BPE), with less than 250 being classed as an SME, 250 employees or more being a large organisation.

To focus on collaborative deals between established businesses rather than traditional investment activity, deals which were financed through angel investment, development capital, crowdfunding, private equity or venture capital were excluded from the analysis.

Not all collaborative business deals identified in Bureau Van Dijk’s Zephyr database have associated deal values. For a deal to have a recorded value, the companies involved must formally announce the deal to their shareholders and the information must be disclosed in the public domain. Missing deal values are therefore typically present for deals involving private companies, where completion information on deals is more difficult to ascertain.

Deal volume and value is collected in financial years running from April 1st to March 31st. Trends by industrial sector were captured using 2007 Standard Industrial Classification (SIC) codes.

* R&D comparison

The total values of business collaborations in each year have been put in context by comparison to the Business Enterprise Research and Development (BERD) expenditures sourced from the Office for National Statistics (ONS) as part of the annual ONS Business Innovation coverage.

As the definition of business collaborations used in this study covers deals featuring UK SMEs as the target, where the large business acquirer can be of any domicile, the comparison used BERD expenditure taking place in the UK and undertaken by large businesses, regardless of whether their ownership was foreign or domestic.

The ONS produce BERD statistics on a calendar year rather than financial year basis, while business collaborations have been captured on a financial year basis. Direct comparisons should be therefore treated as indicative. While the ONS had not yet released their statistical estimate for the total value of large business R&D expenditure in 2016 at the time of analysis, Cebr have provided a forecast based on the historically stable ratio between business R&D expenditures and wider business investment using full data for 2016, which is now available for the latter.

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sugaroons · 7 years ago

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good-luck charm | M (2/2)

“Where else do your claws come out, I wonder?”

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pairing: min yoongi x reader wordcount: 8012 summary: You don’t expect to see Min Yoongi again, but a month after he falls asleep before your drunken hook-up, he’s producing a track for the group you manage. Your various attempts at getting him out of your system only leave you with tingling lips, increasingly dirty texts, and tender moments you can’t seem to ignore. (contains smut—it’s at the very end—dirty talk, and far too much teasing than expected. x-posted on ao3.)

(one) | two

It’s six in the morning on a Wednesday. You’re watching the boys practice their routine for tomorrow’s taping, noting who might need pain relief patches once the first practice session is over. Your eyes are on Joshua as you round up the bottles they’ve left behind—they still don’t quite remember to pick up after themselves—and you’re hoping, praying he can do the last moves of the dance exactly on the beat. Hoseok is a patient choreographer, but the awards show is a crucial performance, so everyone’s just a little on edge.

Once a break is called, you listen in on all their little conversations, paying attention to what Hobi tells Joshua. If he needs someone to watch him practice later on, you’ll be available and ready to watch for whatever mistakes Hobi’s pointing out. You don’t notice your phone buzzing at the table until Jimin picks it up and calls out your name.

“Do you want me to read it out for you?” Jimin says, tapping lightly at the back of your phone. You nod, one ear still trained on Hobi and Joshua. “It says you missed a call from—who’s this—Agust D?” Your cheeks color immediately, and you throw one of the used towels at Jimin. He dodges it gleefully, moving away slowly as you get up and stalk to him. He holds your phone above your head, his eyes crescents as he speaks. “He says he’s so far away, but he misses you! How sweet.”

You shove all the towels you’ve collected in Jimin’s face. The smell of sweat is too much for him, and he lowers his hand slightly, allowing you to grab your phone. Your face is red—from the exertion, you tell yourself—and you unlock the screen to read the message.

09:40 AM [amber]: yo we still on for sat 09:40 AM [amber]: dont flake on us again 09:42 AM [amber]: ur boys won’t burn the dorms down and its jimins turn to watch them

These are the texts you’re expecting to see, but you can’t help but feel a tinge of disappointment. It’s irrational for you to hope that Min Yoongi has texted you, especially considering that you haven’t seen him since he left his number on your bedside table.

“So far away,” Jimin sings by your ear. As if you could have forgotten the last track Yoongi released. You swat at him while sending a reply to Amber.

09:47 AM [you]: i wouldn’t miss it for the world! 09:47 AM [you]: haven’t seen u girls in forever. ㅠ.ㅠ

When the boys start dancing again, you sit at the small table beside Jimin, who looks sideways as you sit down. You continue to watch the boys, but in the corner of your eyes, you see Jimin open his mouth only to sigh. “I know, I know,” you say, scrunching up your nose.

“It’s been a month, Y/N,” Jimin says gently, “and you’re clearly not over it.” With how busy your boys have been the last couple of weeks, you’ve had no opportunity to meet up with any of your friends outside the company. Jimin is the only person who knows what happened that fateful Saturday when you first met Min Yoongi.

You pout, sulking. Your cheeks are still warm from earlier; your infatuation with Yoongi is not something you need to broadcast at the same company that manages him. “What am I supposed to say? ‘Hi, we were supposed to fuck, but I bored you to sleep?’” You know Jimin is being serious because he doesn’t roll his eyes like he usually does, instead reaching out to pat you on the arm. You bury your head in your hands. “It was going so well, Jiminie. It really was.”

“What’s stopping you from texting him, then? He was clearly interested in you, if that ‘good-luck charm’ business was any indication,” Jimin says, smirking.

“I’ve been—” you say, hesitating. You look Jimin in the eye, but your eyes drift down to his chest when you speak. Your voice is small as you mutter, “I’ve been burned before.” You wince at the memory of every person you’ve ever confessed to or made the move on. While some of them continue to be your good friends, others never talked to you again. Your last boyfriend had thrown it in your face when he’d broken up with you, calling you desperate and stupid. It’s ridiculous for you to have taken it to heart, but you have, and that likely won’t be changing any time soon.

Jimin watches you for a while before sighing again. “That’s fair.” He squeezes your arm, an odd look on his face. “Just make sure you’re open to whatever comes your way,” Jimin says, his tone cryptic. You find this a little strange but say nothing. Jimin’s always said the strangest things, and this is probably no different.

Right before the afternoon singing practice, while you’re massaging Seungcheol’s shoulders, the senior manager calls you around in a huddle. “Boys,” she says, “you’ve been working really hard for your performance, so we have some good news for you.” Jimin loops his arm through yours and grins, so you know something’s up. “The new song we’ve been rehearsing the past few weeks will be recorded next week and produced by Bulletproof Entertainment’s own Min Yoongi!”

As the boys begin to talk among themselves excitedly, your grip on Jimin’s arm tightens. “Is this the surprise you warned me about?” you say through gritted teeth. He shrugs at you, mouthing the words, ‘Namjoon-hyung told me,’ before looking back at your senior managers.

“Managers,” your senior continues when the boys begin to do run-throughs, “we’ll be having a working dinner with Yoongi-sshi later to finalize everything, so you can go home a little earlier to freshen up.” You nod, still a little flustered, and spend most of the afternoon tidying up the mess distractedly. Jimin ruffles your hair affectionately before you part ways, jokingly reminding you to bring your tiger pin.

Min Yoongi is at his studio, mulling over the arrangement he’s been working on. It’s clean, but he can’t fully judge how well it’ll fit until he hears it done live. Namjoon’s mentioned this group once or twice, so Yoongi’s looking forward to learning more about them from their managers tonight.

Right on schedule, his phone buzzes and he hears a faint knocking sound outside his office. When Yoongi opens the door, he comes face to face with you, surrounded by your three co-managers. Your eyes widen slightly before your face assumes a more neutral expression, but Yoongi doesn’t know how to react. The memories of that night come rushing back, and a faint shade of pink dusts his pale cheeks at the thought of how he’d left you.

He had woken up as soon as the sun streamed through your blinds, warm and cozy under the blanket you’d placed over him in the night. He’d taken the painkiller on the living room table, rubbing his aching head as he made his way to your room. Inside, you’d been fast asleep on top of your covers, your hair still damp from the shower. Yoongi had smiled at your knee-high striped socks and matching orange sleep shorts. A tiger indeed, he’d thought, one he would love to see again. He’d left his number on a sheet by your bed, then waited for a call, a text, or anything that let him know you were remotely interested.

You hadn’t, and now you’re here, looking far more professional than you had at the part but just as attractive. Yoongi swallows, fiddling with his bangs for a second before smirking and saying, “Shall we?”

With the older managers sitting up front, you are sandwiched between Yoongi and Jimin at the back of the car. Your right thigh is pressed against Yoongi’s left, and he tries his best to ignore it. Jimin turns to face the both of you with a smile. “Yoongi sunbaenim,” Jimin says, “you remember Y/N?”

Yoongi smiles in reply. Of course he does: he remembers exactly how your breath feels against his neck, how hard it was to let you go once he’d made the shot; the sounds you’d made in his mouth in the dimly lit street, sweeter than the traces of peppermint and soju on your tongue; and your hips against his, you a dream-like vision in his lap right before he’d fallen asleep. “I do,” he says, looking at you. You hold his gaze for a few seconds before looking down, biting your lip.

Before he can say anything more, you arrive at the restaurant. Yoongi holds the door open for you, helping you out, and you brace yourself on his arm as you exit the small car. He doesn’t know if he’s imagining things, but you seem to hold onto him a second too long. Not that he minds.

His hand goes to the small of your back to support you, and it feels like a brand through the thin fabric of your dress. You breathe in his familiar scent—citrus and something floral—and try to avoid thinking about the last time you’d been this close. You smile at him in thanks, urging him to go ahead. When he does, Jimin exits the car and whispers, “Go get ‘em, tiger,” in your ear. You poke him in the side and walk quickly to the restaurant, but his words from earlier echo in your head. Yoongi’s been on your mind the past few weeks, and maybe some flirting tonight will get him out of your system.

You walk into the restaurant with purpose. Taking the seat beside Yoongi, you keep your manner business-like as you iron out the details over appetizers and soup. Yoongi agrees to produce the track, and your senior manager orders a bottle of the place’s best flower wine. When you tap your glass against Yoongi’s, your finger grazes his. You give him a coy smile and sip at your glass, making a sound of satisfaction only he can hear. Yoongi chokes slightly on his wine at how sexual it is. You put your glass down and tilt your head towards him, placing your hand on his own. “Are you alright?” you say, looking into his eyes.

Yoongi nods once, not trusting himself to speak properly while he collects his thoughts. In the brief moments you’d spent together, you hadn’t shown this side of you. He was intrigued and even more attracted, and this could be his chance to make a better impression on you. Yoongi strokes your thumb with his own, smiling. “I’m good,” he says. “Thank you.”

He prepares himself for whatever you have planned, but you behave for the rest of the dinner. By dessert, Yoongi’s ready to make a move of his own. He scoots forward, his knee touching yours. You shift in response, the napkin on your lap slipping over his thigh. Your hand reaches down to catch it, and you make sure to graze his inner thigh with your fingers. Yoongi swallows before grabbing your hand with his own. The smile on his face is lazy, but the heat in his gaze is anything but.

Beside you, Jimin clears his throat. “Hyung-nim,” he says to your one of your senior managers, “maybe we can move to the bar once dinner is over?” Your senior manager laughs, saying something about the energetic youth. He insists that you, Jimin, and Yoongi go on without him and the head manager, who pays for the bill with a smile.

The three of you move to the back of the restaurant where the bar is found. You place your orders—soju for you and Yoongi, and a sweet cocktail for Jimin—before the latter makes a detour to the restroom. You pour out two shots and hand a small glass to Yoongi. He raises his eyebrow, tapping his glass against yours. “Already?” you say. “You might fall asleep before the night really starts.” You take the shot anyway, savouring the sensation as it flows down your throat.

“Easy there, tiger,” he says, grinning. You smile sweetly at him, pouring out another round of shots. The two of you are on your fourth round when Jimin returns, taking the seat beside yours.

“Why do both of you suddenly look so guilty?” Jimin picks up his glass and sips from it, looking at both of you. “Planning your next beer pong strategy?”

Yoongi moves closer and puts his arm around you. His warmth is welcome in the slight chill of the bar, and you lean into him, resisting the urge to rest your head on his chest. “We don’t need a strategy when we’re the best.”

You turn to him, a smirk playing on your lips. “Are you sure?” you say teasingly. “Didn’t seem that way during our first two games.”

You feel Jimin’s eyes on you, but keep your gaze locked on Yoongi. His eyes sweep down to your collar for a second. “My little tiger is an excellent good-luck charm.”

“I think that’s our cue to go home.” You roll your eyes and push him away, breaking the moment with a grin. Your left hand lingers on his chest a beat too long, and Yoongi thinks this might be another opportunity to ask you out. Before he can say anything, however, you stand up and hand Jimin some bills, excusing yourself to go to the restroom.

Yoongi looks questioningly at Jimin, who shrugs in response. They sit in silence while you’re gone, and Yoongi can think a little more clearly without your sweet little mouth and bright eyes there to distract him. He doesn’t want to mix work and play, and he vows not to try anything with you until the recording has been released. Yoongi cares about the integrity of his work, and he knows you do too. This is the best plan of action, even if it means having to resist your considerable charms for the next couple of weeks. He has that much self-control. At least, that’s what he tells himself.

“I’ll go ahead,” Yoongi says. Your physical presence would make it doubly difficult for him to leave, especially tonight. “Tell her I said goodbye, and see you both on Friday.” He leaves the exact payment for the full bill before getting off the seat and exiting the restaurant. Seconds after he reaches the exit, you come back. Your crestfallen expression at the lack of Min Yoongi makes Jimin laugh, and he pats you on the shoulder consolingly.

“We might as well get through the rest of this bottle,” Jimin says, holding up the half-empty bottle of soju, “especially since Yoongi hyung-nim paid for all of it.” You take the shot he pours in silence, wondering how you could have been so stupid to think you’d be able to forget Min Yoongi so easily.

The next day is a blur as your team spends the whole day preparing for the award show taping, though both Jimin’s muttering “my little tiger” every so often and your hangover make it a little rough. You return home, exhausted, promising yourself that tomorrow you’ll be far more professional. You only spend a little time thinking about how Min Yoongi’s number is still on your bedside table before falling asleep.

You wake up early the next morning to prepare two thermoses of fresh ginger and water for the session later. This will be their first day running the song in the recording studio and the last day for Yoongi to make big modifications to the boys’ lines. The senior managers are negotiating more performances with the tv networks today and have left you and Jimin to hold down the fort, which has you elated and nervous at once. You’re at the studio twenty minutes early, carrying your thick sweater in preparation for the cold of the holding area where you’ll be watching the boys. It’s only coincidence, you say to yourself, that it’s got cute little tigers and lions embroidered at the hem. “Fighting,” you mutter to yourself before entering.

Bulletproof’s studio is fairly small but well-equipped. Without all thirteen of your boys crowding the room, it seems bigger than usual, and your eyes take in the records lining the wall—mostly Agust D’s achievements—before landing on the person reclined on the couch. Yoongi’s eyes are closed, but you know he’s not asleep. In his black beanie, loose black shirt, and dark-wash jeans, he’s a lot more dressed down than he was last night. Before you can do anything you regret, you quietly take a seat on the chair beside the couch, bringing out your phone for want of something to do. You’ve just finished checking your emails when you feel someone watching you.

“Good morning, Yoongi-sshi,” you say, giving him a small smile. He nods silently in reply. Today, it seems like his attention will be entirely on production. The fan in you grows excited at the opportunity to watch him in action. Yoongi enters the production studio proper, and you follow him in, stopping at the machine room that doubles as the waiting area. He glances back at you, gesturing for you to enter the mixing room with him.

You don't wait long for Jimin to arrive with the boys, some of them still rubbing the sleep from their eyes. Still, there's an excitement thrumming through them: it's in the slightly awed and very respectful way they greet Yoongi hello, in the cheerful energy with which they practice the song in the vocal booth. You and Jimin offer to help Yoongi bring out the equipment, but he refuses politely. Your nose is almost pressed against the glass as you watch him set up, entranced by the great care with which he handles each microphone and cable. Once Yoongi is done, he stays in the room to listen to the boys sing, his eyes shut. Wonwoo and the others glance nervously at him every so often, and you can't blame them.

Yoongi returns to the mixing room and sits down. The boys gather round the mics, as poised as they are on the stage. Yoongi pushes a button and says, "Today, we'll be recording the group vocals." At his words, they move around, arranging themselves according to the groupings on the score. Yoongi nods. "Right. Seungcheol's group will go first. The rest, head to the waiting room." They've always been obedient, but the speed they move at Yoongi's command is impressive. You exchange looks with Jimin, who only shrugs.

Despite their jumpy nerves, the first two groups finish their recordings with few issues. While Yoongi doesn't bark orders nor raise his voice, the calm with which he speaks is unnerving. And, if you're honest with yourself, a turn-on. As each set of boys files out of the live room, you flash them a smile and a thumbs up. The last group enters, and you take a deep breath. This is the weakest set so far, and you know Chan's been struggling with the song since the sheets were given to them. You worry at your lower lip, not noticing how Yoongi glances at your face, lingering at your mouth. He clears his throat. "From the top," he says, and that's where everything begins to go wrong.

Yoongi stops the first run within seconds. "You're nervous," is all he says, which does little to reassure the boys, especially Chan, whom you see gulping. "Again." By the third repeat, Yoongi's looking directly at Chan, his gaze unreadable. "Chan." You're proud of the way Chan looks Yoongi straight in the eye despite the fear that has his hand shaking. "alone."

"Again," he says sternly after Chan sings the lines. "More power." It's a couple of notes outside Chan's natural vocal range, and his voice cracks on his second try. You see Chan's eyes widen, and a look of panic crosses his face for a moment. Yoongi sighs, steepling his fingers and leaning forward. His eyes don't leave Chan's face as he speaks slowly through the intercom. "Will you need to sit this one out, Lee Chan?"

You look angrily at Yoongi, your brows furrowed. Chan blanches, but before you can say anything, he stutters out a weak 'no.' Yoongi sighs again, calling for a break. He and Chan disappear to one of the soundproof practice rooms, and it takes everything in you to stay where you are and continue to hand out concentrated ginger water. Chan returns twenty minutes later with his eyes puffy, the tear tracks not properly wiped from his face, and you see red. Jimin places a calming hand on your shoulder, shaking his head in warning. You squeeze Chan's hand reassuringly before returning to your place on the sofa behind Yoongi. Recording goes smoothly from there, and you manage to finish the day's agenda earlier than usual. This means rare time off the rest of the day, though you'll pass by the dorm before you go home to watch the boys practice the next parts of the song.

All of you breathe deeply once you're outside the recording studio. Soon, the boys are chattering in excitement, except Chan, who stays behind. You fall into step with him, throwing a comforting arm around his shoulder. "You alright?" you say. Chan nods. "What did Yoongi-sshi do to you in the room?"

He swallows, looking away. "He sat me down and made me rehearse line per line," Chan says. "I know you're worried, manager-noona, but it's really the stress and nerves that had me crying. Yoongi hyung-nim was nothing but nice." You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, smiling at Chan one last time before letting him go. You signal to Jimin that you'll be staying behind, and he frowns for a second before going on, asking the boys what they'd like to have for dinner. Chan brightens up at that, and he soon joins the others with a smile.

You walk with them for a little bit more before turning around, walking straight to the mixing room. You hesitate for a moment, before making up your mind and knocking. Before you can knock again, Yoongi opens the door, his beanie in hand. Your eyes soften for a split-second at his hat-hair, then you remember why you've come here. "Yoongi-sshi," you say, pausing as you try to remember the speech you'd come up with while brisk-walking back to the recording studio.

"Yoongi is fine," he says, scratching the back of his head. He had seen you flare up in the reflection of the soundproof glass, but he didn't expect you to do anything about it. You're here interrupting his work and he ought to kick you out, but the way you stand arms akimbo, your cheeks flushed from exertion and nose scrunched up in anger, has Yoongi smiling instead.

"Yoongi," you say, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach, "I don't approve of what you did to Chan. He was visibly shaking, and all you did was aggravate him. And don't give me that bullshit about the music industry being this difficult." You cross your arms over your chest. "Kim PD-nim started this company wanting to be different, and we both know that." You sigh, feeling all the anger bleed out of you, replaced by the exhaustion you haven't let yourself feel. "Please be more careful next time. A little kinder."

His eyes narrow at you, and he opens his mouth to speak. You reach out to touch his hand, adding, "But thank you for practicing with him. You have to know how much these kids look up to you." You drop your hand, suddenly shy. “That's—that's all."

You turn as if to leave, but Yoongi catches your elbow, pulling you back. He won't apologize for what he did because he knows it was the right thing to do. "You clearly care about these boys," he says instead, his tone soothing. His eyes fall to the hem of your sweater, and Yoongi laughs at how perfect the designs are for you. "A tiger indeed.” Yoongi touches an embroidered lion close to where your sweater has ridden up, and your breath catches. “Where else do your claws come out, I wonder?” he murmurs, tracing the hem of your jacket, his fingers just barely skimming your skin.

“Have a good night, Yoongi!” you squeak, squirming away from his treacherous fingers and freeing yourself from his grasp. You shut the door none too gently behind you, and Yoongi is left to mix the tracks with the faint smell of ginger and your perfume lingering in the room.

After a well-deserved afternoon at the spa with Jimin, you’re ready to spend your Saturday night the way you used to before your job got too hectic. You put on your favourite black dress and make your way to the bar you haven’t been to in almost two months.

Sulli and Luna whistle when they see you, and Krystal pulls you onto her side of the booth before resting her head on your shoulder. You’re smiling, listening to them resume their conversation from before and trying to figure out how to bring up everything that happened between you and Yoongi. That's when Amber returns with a bottle of some greenish liquid and six shot glasses. “Y/N!” she says. “Are you fucking Jimin yet?”

At that, you laugh hard, and it doesn’t take long for you to talk about what’s happened in the last month. Jimin had been a wonderful listener, but there was nothing like hearing your girls howl in laughter over Yoongi’s corny lines. “You should have slapped him when he fell asleep. You’re way too nice,” Victoria says.

“I just don’t know what I should do,” you say, your head in your hands. You don’t know if the nausea is from the alcohol or the thought of how crazy you still are about Min Yoongi.

Krystal pats you reassuringly on the back. “Just be yourself, Y/N,” she says, “and you’re sure to win him over!” Luna nods in agreement, and you sigh.

“Being myself hasn’t really worked out before, has it?” You blow a raspberry into your glass, the harsh smell of the alcohol making you dizzy.

“Snap out of it,” Sulli says, pouring shots out for everyone. While you’re coughing with what feels like gasoline burning down your throat, she adds, “What are you going to do, drag him to bed? It’s effective, sure, but we all know how emotional you are.”

“I really think my crush on him has me confused,” you insist. “Maybe I will sleep with him, just so I can get him off—“ Amber makes a face at this, but you wave your hands frantically, continuing, “off my mind.” The others look unconvinced, but that’s the last you’ll hear about that for the night, and you move to a karaoke bar to sing your hearts out in true girls’ night out tradition.

Monday comes and you arrive with your boys in tow, your sleeveless silk blouse and pencil skirt giving you the boost of confidence you need for what you’re going to do today. The recording proceeds smoothly, with you acting the consummate professional. If you lean over a little too much, your shirt slipping down a little, or your fingers linger a second too long on his as you hand Yoongi a bottle of water, well, that’s not your problem.

The boys file out behind Jimin once they finish, bowing to Yoongi in thanks. You’re ready to pretend to leave, but Jimin tells you to stay behind, right on schedule.

4:54 PM [jiminnie mouse]: you’re on laundry duty for the next week 4:54 PM [jiminnie mouse]: have fun! ^.~

Yoongi senses something amiss when you don’t leave. You’re making it far harder for him to keep his promise and stay away, at least until the track is finished. When you sit beside him on the too-small mixing bench, your side pressed against his, Yoongi takes a deep breath. You turn to him then, an innocent look on your face, and he knows he’s in for it. “Anything wrong, Yoongi?” He makes a non-committal sound and places the headphones back on, clicking around the tracks.

You seem satisfied enough to watch him work, though soon he feels your head against his shoulder. Yoongi often struggles getting work done around other people, but your quiet presence is oddly soothing. Still he gets distracted each time you nuzzle against him, and the work goes by slower than it ought to. He saves the file and pulls the headphones off with one hand, his other lifting your chin up. “You’re a distraction,” he growls before leaning down to kiss you. Your mouth opens to his, and you moan as his tongue strokes against yours. He gets up and you follow him, drugged by his kisses, and soon you’re both on the couch, Yoongi hovering above you. “What do you want?” he breathes against your lips.

You shiver before pulling at his belt loops, rolling your hips against his. He groans, half-hard at your thigh, and bends to kiss you again. Your lips are chapped in the cold of the room, but he bites at them greedily. Your arms tighten around him in response, one of your hands creeping under his sweatshirt, your fingers sneaking below the hem of his pants.

Yoongi lifts his head, breathing hard. “Not yet,” he chants repeatedly under his breath as he pulls himself off you. He takes you by the shoulders, leading you towards the door. He sees the tips of your ears turn red, and you can’t seem to look him in the eye. “Make no mistake,” he says, caging you between the wall and his arms. Yoongi mouths at your neck, one hand skimming down the front of your body to pull your hip tight against his. “I want you.”

“But there’s work to do,” you say breathlessly, a hint of disappointment still in your voice. “I get it. I’ll be going now.”

He smiles at you, caressing your face one last time. “You have my number,” Yoongi says. You smile at him, then, genuine and sweet, and he thinks about asking you to stay one last time.

Within the hour, he receives a text from an unknown number. Yoongi sends a reply before putting the earphones back on, suddenly energized.

Back at the restaurant where you’re having dinner with the other managers, you make a face at his response before chuckling, your heart lighter than it had been moments before.

5:43 PM [you]: do u always smell like fruits, mr. genius producer? 5:45 PM [mr. genius]: just trying to be as sweet as u, tiger

You hear from the senior manager that Yoongi is producing other tracks, possibly releasing his own work with Namjoon, so you don’t see him the rest of the month. Just as well, because the boys begin shooting the music video for Yoongi’s song, and you’re in a flurry travelling to different locations, making sure no one leaves anything behind. Throughout all this, you and Yoongi continue to text.

4:30 AM [you]: good morning from bumfuck nowhere! [attachment] 11:50 AM [mr. genius]: learn to love urself 11:50 AM [mr. genius]: only misanthropes are awake before 9 am

You’re worried you’re bothering him because you always text first, but he greets you a couple of days later with a selfie featuring Namjoon.

6:09 AM [mr. genius]: [attachment] 6:09 AM [mr. genius]: namjoon’s studio is way more impressive than mine 6:10 AM [mr. genius]: note he can’t read half the english titles on his shelf, the pretentious ass 7:01 AM [you]: don’t worry, yoongi, i like u more.

Yoongi grins widely and subsequently has to ward off Namjoon’s grabby hands. “The world must be ending for you to smile so widely at your phone, hyung,” Namjoon says, and Yoongi can only shrug in reply.

Later, he gets a text that has him glad he’s alone in his room, already settled in for the night.

10:52 PM [my little tiger]: i’m sad. [attachment]

He loads the attachment and finds a picture of you. You’re in your skimpy pajamas again, the left strap slipping off your shoulder, and you’re pouting at the camera. The picture cuts off just below the hint of cleavage your tank top reveals. Yoongi swallows, staring at the picture for another minute before remembering to reply.

10:54 PM [mr. genius]: any way i can help ?

You type write away, smiling at how eager he is.

10:54 PM [my little tiger]: send me a pic of your hands?

Yoongi finds the request odd, but sends it anyway, curious to see what you’ll say next.

10:55 PM [my little tiger]: now it’s easier for me to imagine how big your fingers’ll feel. 10:55 PM [my little tiger]: thank you, yoongi, and good night.

Before he sleeps, Yoongi comes on his fingers, wishing he’d thought to ask you for pictures of your own.

The weeks go by, and finally, it’s time for the boys’ comeback.The music video is a success, of course. The hits are far more than even Kim PD-nim anticipated, and he throws a celebratory black-tie affair for the company to commemorate the boys’ sixth month. You’re delighted to see everyone looking sharp in their suits, though you find yourself longing to see one man in particular.

You and Jihoon are discussing his plans for the group’s next song when he recognizes someone behind you, his eyes lighting up. “Yoongi-hyung!” he says, the smile wide on his face. You turn to find a suit-clad Min Yoongi, his dress shirt and slim-cut pants making your stomach do backflips. He nods at Jihoon with a small smile, and his hand strokes lightly down your back, lingering at your hip. Internally, you congratulate yourself for keeping a straight face, though your ears are likely the colour of tomatoes at this point.

“Congratulations on the video, Jihoon,” Yoongi says. “I may be the genius who produced the track,” he adds, smirking, “but it wouldn’t have done so well without your hard work.” You roll your eyes but can’t keep the grin off your face.

Jihoon watches the two of you for a moment before saying, “Yoongi hyung, are you and Manager-noona dating yet?” Your eyes widen and you take a small step to your left, not willing to look at Yoongi. “She found me the cutest when she first became our manager, and Jimin-hyung says it’s because I looked like Agust D.”

“That’s enough, Jihoon!” you say, though the blush on your cheeks discredits the threatening tone of your voice.

“Is that so?” Yoongi smirks at you, placing his hand firmly on your lower back.

“Why don’t you tell Yoongi about your proposed recording?” You’re too flustered to participate in the conversation, so you listen to Jihoon talk for a minute before excusing yourself to hide in the ladies’ room.

10:02 PM [mr. genius]: 2117 10:02 PM [mr. genius]: i’ll see you there

You return to the party with a gracious smile on your face, determined to play the perfect host till the event is over. You manage to secure possible collaborations with other artists, and this makes your heart soar for the boys. Still, it does nothing for the thrumming desire you feel to go to room 2117, to find out what the weeks of texting and flirting will lead up to.

Later, the team gathers, and Kim PD-nim gives an unexpectedly sentimental speech. You’re still drying your eyes in the elevator up to the 21st floor, the warmth you feel at such a successful night being replaced by a more sensual tension. Every step you take down the hallway has you more acutely aware of the soft material against your skin.

Hesitation grips you as you lift your hand to knock at the door. You stall, bringing out your phone to reread Yoongi’s texts and make sure you understand things right. In the two hours since he last sent you a message, he sent a couple more.

10:46 PM [mr: genius]: you’re so hot when you’re negotiating, little tiger 10:59 PM [mr: genius]: i’m going up to resist pulling you into a small corridor somewhere and having my wicked way with you 11:04 PM [mr: genius]: door’s open. i’m inside

You enter the room and remove your earrings and heels, placing them in the dresser near the door way. The richly carpeted floor makes your feet tangle as you pad towards the main room.

There, you find an achingly beautiful sight: Min Yoongi on the bed, his eyes closed and tie loosened. You smile at the fact he’s fallen asleep again and walk to him quietly, reaching out to smooth his hair away from his face. Before you can, he catches your hand, pulling you down on top of him.

“My biggest fan,” he says with a smirk. You try to squirm away from his grasp, not wanting to admit your need and your nervousness melding together to form the strangest feeling, but it only places you more firmly against him. You gasp at the evidence of his arousal at your backside. It shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does, and you bend down to kiss him. Before you can, he rolls you over so you’re beneath him and finally, finally kisses you. “Missed me?” he says against your lips. All you can do is moan in reply.

He mouths down your jaw, moving up to bite at your ear. Yoongi feels your breath against his neck, hears the small noises you’re stubbornly holding back, and chuckles. He’d been worried you wouldn’t show and was trying to meditate when you arrived. It awes him, how quickly your expression had changed from one of innocent surprise to that of need, written as it was in your flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. He props himself up on one arm and lets the other wander to your chest. Yoongi palms at your breast through the slinky material of your dress, the weight of it heavy and full in his hand.

Yoongi’s touch is so different from your own that you lift your head to watch, your eyes transfixed as his hand traces the fabric of your dress, slowly making its way to your warm skin beneath. Your jaw falls open and your eyes flutter closed, and you reach down to skim your hand against the front of his pants. Yoongi bites harder at the lobe of your ear, moving to worry the skin at your throat with his teeth before kissing each red mark softly. He laughs before going lower, mouthing at your chest through the dress. You push his head away, muttering something about marks. You bite his neck when he laughs, laving the spot right under his ear before nipping at it. You try to sit up, pulling at his jacket and wanting to feel his bare skin against your own. You fumble the buttons of his white dress shirt while his hand moves along your back, trying to locate the zipper.

You both laugh, then, and you stand at the side of the bed to unzip your dress, letting it pool at your feet. Yoongi watches you, his eyes tracing over the curves of your body as he pulls off his socks and unbuttons his shirt. The thirst in your eyes mirrors his own, but he’s still surprised when you climb on top of him, pulling at his tie to bring him closer for a kiss. Both of you finally manage to remove his shirt, and your hands run over his bare skin with a frenetic energy he didn’t expect. Yoongi bites at your left breast, right above where your strapless bra holds you up, smiling as you pull him closer. He pulls away to bite at your lip playfully, pressing your foreheads together before saying, “You like me.”

It’s hard to look him in the eye, and you feel ridiculous and shy even as his arm wraps around your head. Yoongi’s running his finger through your hair, dislodging hairpins along the way. They clink as they hit the table, and the sound, along with the way Yoongi is looking at you, helps you let go of all your fears about being too much or too little for Min Yoongi. “Well,” you say, pausing to peck at his lips, “you clearly like me, so I have to like you a little bit or it’d be embarrassing for you.”

Yoongi pulls you against him tightly, and you melt a little. “I do,” he says. “I do like you.”

The words are simple, but make you feel like you’re floating. The boyish way he bites at his lip, looking up at you through his eyelashes, has you more playful, and when Yoongi opens his mouth to say more, you interrupt him. “Like this?” you say, grinding down on him. You reach behind you to unhook your bra, letting it fall to the side. You press yourself against his chest as kiss at his neck again, still entranced by the smoothness of his pale skin.

He groans, and his hands tighten around your waist, stopping you. He sits up and cradles your face in his hand like he did that very first night you met. “Date me,” he says seriously. “Let me make it up to you.” Your heart flutters when you hear the words he’d only written before, but you can’t ignore how his new position has his bulge closer to your heat.

You pull him close, muttering, “Be cute and dramatic later, please.” You smile into his mouth. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you for ages.”

“You’re not alone, little tiger,” Yoongi says, growling, your words unlocking the dam of lust he’s kept at bay since the day you came onto him at the studio. His hand rubs at the damp spot on your panties before pushing them aside. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he says, his voice suddenly calm and collected, like he doesn’t have two fingers thrust into you. “Sending a text like that before I went to bed, like you didn’t know I’d need to be early the next day.” He tsks as you clench around his fingers, a clear sign you’re interested in this kind of talk. He grins, pushing it a little further. “How does it feel to have my hand fucking you?” With his thumb, Yoongi rubs at your clit, accentuating each word with a pass over your bud of nerves. You moan, then, and he adds, “If I’d known this was all you’d wanted, maybe I would have taken care of you in my recording studio. Is this how you want the night to end, with you cumming all over my hand?”

You shake your head, your hand reaching down to grasp him through his pants. “Not right now,” he says firmly, catching your hand and pinning it to your side, your fingers laced together. “If you get your pretty little hand on me,” Yoongi says, his fingers crooking to rub at your inner walls, “this’ll all be over too soon.” He finds a spot that is slightly rougher to the touch and presses against it. You keen and arch your back as he plays touches your g-spot. “Your little noises already have me so worked up, and your cunt’s squeezing so tightly around my fingers.” Slowly, he adds a third finger, still stroking your clit.

The pressure mounts inside you, and you find yourself breathing harder. Sensing how close you are, Yoongi increases the pressure against your clit, his three fingers moving constantly inside you. “Come for me,” he says in your ear, his voice husky with want, and the thought of him being just as wrecked as you are has you coming harder than you have in months. He holds you through your orgasm, his fingers moving slowly inside you until it subsides. You fall against the bed with a huff, chest rising and falling like you’ve just run a marathon. While you slide off your panties, Yoongi lifts his hand to his mouth, licking at it before wiping his hand on his pants. You’re catching your breath as he undresses, leaving him just as naked as you.

“Still up for this?” he says, rifling through his pants for something.

You get up and reach out, grasping his dick firmly in your hand. You pump your hand once slowly, grinning like the cat that got the cream. “As up as you are,” you say coyly, your tongue between your teeth, and Yoongi groans at the both the pun and the feel of your hand against his skin. Yoongi finds the packet in his back pocket, tearing at it with his teeth. He moves your hand away to roll on the condom, slipping the fingers of his other hand to check how ready you are. You pull him over you, his hardness sliding against your clit in a way that has both of you moaning. “Don’t tease,” you say, thrusting your hips up and clenching around his fingers.

Finally, Yoongi pulls his fingers out and lines himself up at your entrance. He slides in so smoothly you’re almost embarrassed, but you can’t bring yourself to care. It feels so good, even if you don’t think you can come again, and you wrap your legs around him and urge him deeper. You squeak in surprise when you feel his hand at your clit again, teasing it lightly in contrast to his slow, hard strokes into your cunt, and the pressure builds at the pool of your stomach. You pull him down for a kiss, tangling your tongue against his, your hands roaming his back, nails scraping lightly against his skin. Everything builds and builds, and soon you’re coming around him, like a wave meeting the shore. It’s less intense than your first orgasm, but the aftershocks last longer.

The feeling of you around him and the sheer pleasure on your face, a hint of perspiration at your temple and your collarbone: all of these drive Min Yoongi crazy, and the sounds you make as you come have him following soon after, his movements growing jerky as he finishes.

Yoongi falls on top of you gently, letting his weight rest on you for a moment. It’s a little stifling, but you welcome the heat of his body against your own, your limbs tangled together, feet dangling off the foot of the bed. He pulls out out of you, standing up to dispose of the condom properly. You watch him, unsure of what to do now that you’ve finally gotten what you’ve been waiting for.

When Yoongi turns around, you’re not on the bed, and his brows furrow until he hears the sound of the toilet flushing. You emerge from the bathroom a little later, your hands still wet from the sink. Yoongi doesn’t think he’s seen anything better. Your lips are swollen from all the kissing, your body glowing in the low light. You smile sleepily at him, and he beckons you closer. You snuggle up to him, your hand on his abdomen while you pull the covers around you. He presses a kiss at your hairline, and soon you both fall asleep.

The next morning, you’re nowhere to be found. When Yoongi checks his phone, however, he finds a couple of messages from you, the last of which has him grinning.

6:52 AM [my little tiger]: boys have a promotion taping today, so i had to dash. 6:53 AM [my little tiger]: [attachment] 6:54 AM [my little tiger]: i can’t stop smiling at this pic of us. u in ur natural state (sleeping) 6:53 AM [my little tiger]: holding you to your promise, min yoongi. i’ll see you soon.

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sugaroons · 7 years ago

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good-luck charm (1/2)

“Go get ‘em, tiger.”

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pairing: min yoongi x reader wordcount: 2689 summary: You’ve been a fan of Agust D for ages, and have been working at the same company, Bulletproof Entertainment, for four months. Meeting Min Yoongi involves beer pong, a tiger pin, and the feeling of Yoongi’s calloused fingers on your face; the rest of the night is history. (contains drunken shenanigans and copious hand-holding. x-posted on ao3.)

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The first time you see Min Yoongi in person, he's across a friend’s large living room, attempting to get a brightly colored gummy worm from his forehead to his mouth. You watch his nose twitch cutely, the gummy worm slowly sliding down his face.

He’s watching the candy closely, and his eyes almost cross as it makes it to his nose. It’s such a contrast to his black leather jacket and dark hair, so jarringly adorable, that you feel a warmth bloom in your chest. You smile widely, enjoying his focus on something seemingly silly.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?” The hand waving in front of your face doesn’t really distract you, even if it belongs to your handsome co-manager, Park Jimin. You’ve only been handling the boys together for around four months, but it feels like you and Jimin have been through so much already.

Together, you’ve weathered a social media crisis over scandalous photos, various squabbles, and (dance) battles among your thirteen rowdy children. Still, you never expected the calm, collected man you’d met on your first day at Bulletproof Entertainment to become one of your closest friends.

You slap his hand away lightly, hushing him as your cheeks coloured. "Don't do this to me, Jimin-ah," you say quietly, squeezing his small hand with your own. “You know how I feel about,” you lower your voice, leaning closer to him, “Agust D.”

It was in his younger days as an underground rapper that Min Yoongi first caught your attention. A friend of a friend had played Agust D’s mixtape at a party, and you’d been hooked ever since. In fact, his presence as a rapper and producer at Bulletproof Entertainment is one of the reasons you chose to apply there in the first place. You are utterly taken by Yoongi’s stage persona, and seeing him in the flesh is almost surreal.

As soon as you mention him, Yoongi glances across the room, catching your eye for a second. Had he heard you? God, how embarrassing! You're here as a junior manager, not a fangirl.

You smile blankly, hoping he thinks you were looking in the distance. Your grip on Jimin’s hand grows tighter as you turn to face him, reaching behind you on the tabletop to grab two shot glasses and the bottle of soju. “Jimin,” you say steadily, your eyes not leaving his, “smile at me. Yes, that’s good.” Pointedly, you refuse to look at Min Yoongi. Jimin nods at you, his eyes crinkling as he smiles. “I’m going to pour us out two shots. After you take them, please check if he’s still looking.” Your eyes widen as you see him turn his head as soon as you’d said to look. “Not now! Fuck, now he’s seen us for sure.”

Jimin shakes your hand off his own and grips your chin lightly with his index finger and thumb. He raises an eyebrow and says, “He’s long gone, you silly girl.” When you look, all you see is Yoongi’s leather jacket folded over one of the couch’s armrests. Jimin grins at you, shaking his head before pouring out two generous shots of soju. He lets go of your face to hand you one of the small glasses. “Looks like you’ll be needing this. Cheers?”

You and Jimin take the shots together, clinking the glasses against each other loudly. The shot goes down smoothly, and you wish your feelings would do the same. You smack your lips then burrow your face in Jimin’s chest, groaning. “Why am I such a chicken? Why is he so attractive? Fuck me, Jimin, I don't know what to do."

Before Jimin can say anything, Namjoon passes by the counter, smiling politely at you and slapping Jimin on the back. "Come on, Jimin-ah. Yoongi-hyung's been gloating since the last time we played beer pong together, and I'd like to get some payback." Out on the veranda, Yoongi is playing against a staff member you don’t know. He has two cups left to shoot, and the ball glows orange in the light. His mouth has fallen slightly open in concentration, and fuck, it was endearing.

Jimin sighs, but glances at you with a twinkle in his eye. "Sure, hyung!" he says, chuckling. "Let's have Y/N here be his partner. She's terrible at beer pong." Your brows furrow when you hear him say your name. You look at him and he has a—fake, you’re sure of it—apologetic look on his face. Jimin pats your hand. “This way, it's a sure win."

"Hey, I'm not that bad," you say, pushing Jimin's chest lightly. "Watch yourself, Park Jimin!" You poke him in the chest before standing up and making your way towards the glass door to the veranda. "We have a game to play!"

You pour yourself another shot and pray for confidence you don't have. When you slide the glass door open, the cool temperature outside has you shivering. You go back inside to retrieve your jacket, pointedly ignoring how you’d felt when Yoongi had looked up and smirked a little when you’d gone out.

Namjoon and Jimin are outside once you get back, and you touch the tiger pin at the collar of your jacket, wishing for good luck. You watch Yoongi aim the ping pong ball at his opponent’s last cup and are entranced by the sight of his beautiful fingers. The shot goes in, and Yoongi turns to face the living room, grinning. You catch his eye and smile back. His grin grows wider, his smile just as gummy and sweet as the candy he’d been eating earlier.

You are doomed.

The soju seems not to have done its job, as all the liquid courage is zapped from your system when you try to invite Yoongi to play with you. Instead, you pick at the small tiger pin again, willing yourself to just say something.

Unable to wait, Namjoon makes his way to the opposite side of the tables, waggling his eyebrows. “My turn,” he says. “Yoongi-hyung, I’m not letting the score stand! You may have won the last six games we played together, but this time will be different.” Namjoon has clearly had some alcohol already. You wonder how well he plays buzzed. “We’re going to play a best-of-three doubles battle!” He points his finger at Yoongi like a lawyer in a courtroom drama, looking quickly at Jimin. “Jimin, get over here.”

You look around, wondering if anyone else can be Yoongi’s partner. Before you can protest, though, Jimin looks at you and says, “Y/N! Play against me.” You shut your eyes, silently cursing and blessing your handsome idiot of a colleague. He says, “If you win, I’ll wake the boys up for the next two weeks.” God, Jimin was really in it to kill you, wasn’t he? You look at Yoongi for approval and see that he’s tilted his head, studying you. You watch him back, making a face and shrugging.

When a beat passes and you don’t move, Yoongi’s lip quirks to one side and he says, “I don’t bite.” As if to counter this, he bites his lower lip lightly, and you imagine biting his lip yourself, squeezing it between your teeth. You shake your head to clear your thoughts before bowing in apology. “Min Yoongi,” he says as you approach, reaching out for your hand. You grasp it firmly, ignoring how sparks seem to fly up your arm and make you light-headed. “Not that scary, am I?”

Biting nervously on your lip, you smile. “L/N Y/N,” you say. Unconsciously, your thumb strokes the back of his hand once, and you feel rather than see his slight shudder. He doesn’t drop your hand until Namjoon throws a ball in your direction, telling both of you to arrange your cups. You look at Jimin for some help, but he pointedly ignores you in favour of aligning their red cups in a pyramid. You're on your own.

“We have to win,” you babble as Yoongi pours some beer into your cups. You wince at the thought of having to wake Seokmin and the rest up for a week; what more for two? “No way am I going to be on alarm clock duty for that long.”

Yoongi grins. “Joon-ah can’t beat me. He overthinks his shots, especially when he gets excited. Watch this.” He pops a sour gummy in his mouth and throws the ball back, landing it right in the cup Namjoon was fixing.

Your jaw goes slack. “I’m not the best at this game,” you admit, fidgeting with one of the cups.

He leans closer to you, his fringe nearly touching your face. “Don’t worry,” Yoongi says. “I’m the best.” You lean in instinctively, but Jimin whistles to get your attention.

Jimin holds up a ball. “Since both the balls are on our side, we’ll go first.”

And with that, the game starts. It doesn’t go as quickly as you’d thought; Yoongi, it seems, had been really lucky with those shots he threw to show off. Every time the ball he throws misses, he groans, making silly faces. You can’t help but find it adorable, and you pat his pale wrist in consolation each time. It isn’t, you tell yourself, because you can’t resist touching him.

“You’re no match for us, Namjoomin!” you shout before downing yet another cup they’d managed to hit. The alcohol you’ve consumed throughout the night is finally hitting you. The pleasant buzz is your best weapon, helping you make more shots as the night wears on. A couple of minutes later, your team and Jimin’s team is tied, and you’re down to your last game. You’d just thrown a ball into a cup, so there are now three red cups left on the other side, while there are four left on yours. You didn’t think you had a chance. The close game was making you excited, and you grasp Yoongi’s shoulder. Your brows are furrowed determinedly as you say, “You can do it.”

To your surprise, Yoongi wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. Your hands go to his chest, and your eyes widen as your face is smushed into the crook of his neck. He smells fresh, his cologne a hint of citrus at his collarbone. “You can be my good luck charm,” he murmurs into your ear. The heat of his breath makes you shiver. “Line them up!” he says, and you watch from over his shoulder as Jimin lines up the cups, winking at you once.

The shot goes in. Yoongi squeezes you tightly before letting you go. He smiles widely as he hands you a ball. “Go get ‘em, tiger.” He taps at your pin, and having his fingers so near your skin warms you up.

Impossibly, you make the last two shots and win the game. The adrenaline rush combined with the buzz of the alcohol gets under your skin, and you long to drag Yoongi somewhere and kiss him senseless. It’s only the thought that most, if not all of the people here are your coworkers that stops you from doing so. Instead, you grasp his hand, your smile bright. “We did it!” you say, and Yoongi smiles back at you. Without thinking, you lace your fingers together, palm against palm. It feels right, somehow. “Have fun waking up the boys, Jiminie!”

The four of you thank each other for the good game. Yoongi still hasn’t let go of your hand. The tingles are back, along with the light-headedness of anticipation. Namjoon and Jimin stay outside to play one more game, but Yoongi tugs you back to the living room, through the hallway, and out the door.

“Where are we going?” you say. Yoongi crowds you up against the gate, his other hand moving to cradle your face. His fingertips are more callous than they thought you’d be, and the roughness makes your breath hitch.

“Anywhere I can do what I’ve wanted to do since I caught you watching me,” he says, his lips nearly touching your own. You close the distance between the two of you, resisting the urge to shut your eyes. You want to take everything in, to make sure this wasn’t just a drunken fantasy. Yoongi tastes of sour candy and alcohol, but you’re overwhelmed by the sheer heat of it all, his tongue moving against yours urgently, his hands searing hot on your cheek and at the back of your neck. You wrap your own around his neck, pressing your chest against his own, and he groans.

You whimper into his mouth as his hand moves down your neck to the small of your back. Yoongi kisses down your neck, his slightly chapped lips making you shiver. Before he can go any lower, though, his teeth clink against your tiger pin. He pulls back, and you giggle at the face he makes.

“I got it, I got it, tiger,” he says, his eyes half-closed still.

“Let’s go back to my place,” you say, taking the hand that’s on your face and looping your fingers through his. He nods sleepily, and you push at his chest with your free hand so you can take the lead.

You’re quiet as you walk one block down, Yoongi keeping pace right beside you. Your eyes dart to him every so often, watching how the light gives his skin an almost unearthly sheen. It’s when you’re unlocking the door to your apartment that you realize he’s left his jacket back at Namjoon’s. “Your leather jacket?” you murmur as you pull him inside the room.

“I won’t need it to keep me warm,” Yoongi says, removing his hand from your grasp and guiding you to your couch, his arm wrapped around you.

With strength you didn’t expect, he pulls you down onto him, threading his fingers through your hair and bringing your mouth to his. This kiss is softer, and you smile into his mouth as you feel him stroke your jaw with his thumb. You’d never had a drunken hook-up, but you thought they were supposed to be urgent, lust-filled encounters rather than whatever is going on between the two of you now. You close your eyes, enjoying the sensation, and you wrap your arms around him in an attempt to be as close as possible.

You begin to feel his lips move slower, and you open your eyes to see him bleary-eyed and blinking. You pull away, laughing nervously. “Am I doing something wrong?”

This only makes things worse. “No, fuck,” Yoongi says, trying and failing to hide his yawn. “I woke up early and spent most of the day at the studio, then went straight to Namjoon’s…” He yawns again, his eyes drooping. “They made me play so many games, and fuck, I agreed to them all because I had a little too much to drink.” Your face colours, and you wonder if he regretted coming home with you.

“I’m glad I went, though. It meant meeting this little guy,” Yoongi adds as he shut his eyes, tapping your tiger pin. “And you…” he says, trailing off as he falls asleep.

You get off him gingerly, making sure you don’t jostle him too much. This is really fucking embarrassing, and you don’t know whether to laugh or scream or cry. Mostly, you want to sit beside Min Yoongi and watch him sleep, with his eyelids fluttering every so often and his mouth slightly open. You stare at him for a few more moments before sighing softly, standing to push his body into a more comfortable position. You place a pillow under his head and a blanket over his body. You also leave a glass of water and a painkiller on the table beside the couch before taking a quick shower and going to sleep.

The next morning, you wake up to a sheet of paper by your bedside. On it is a cell number and a scribbled note. You rub at your eyes and bring it closer to your face.

“Let me make it up to you."

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