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BPE-GesprĂ€ch: Herabsendung des Koran Grund fĂŒr Ramadan
PI schreibt: »Von MICHAEL STĂRZENBERGER | Der katholische Theologe, Buchautor, GrĂŒnder von deusvult.info und Islamkritiker Stefan Ullrich geht im BPE-StudiogesprĂ€ch auf die bedrohliche Bedeutung des Ramadan ein, da in ihm die Herabsendung des Koran gefeiert wird. Das âHeiligeâ Buch aller Moslems hat durch die Abrogation der eher harmlosen Mekka-Verse und die Bevorzugung der kĂ€mpferischen Medina-Verse eine insgesamt [âŠ] http://dlvr.it/T4JWgB «
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petals and thorns | taehyung x reader | prologue
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pairing:Â kim taehyung x reader wordcount: 536 series: 2nd in the bulletproof entertainment verse summary: you've known kim taehyung for more than half the years you've been alive. none of your experience prepares you for the morning after you fall into bed with him. (here i am, starting yet another fic. whatâs new?? HAHAHA. hereâs yet another childhood best friend! tae au, but this time, a little happier. x-posted on ao3.)
The first time Tae dyes his hair is on a breezy spring day in your sophomore year at university. Youâre both supposed to be at an orientation, but instead youâre at the girlsâ dorm bathroom: him sitting on the stool youâve taken from the work area nearby; you slowly massaging the red dye into his scalp with your right hand, taking care not to splatter the dye onto your favourite sleeping shirt. Â
Taehyungâs wearing the faded Rolling Stones muscle tee youâd given him back in middle school, and youâre pointedly trying not to glance at the slight definition of his triceps because since when did your baby boy Taehyung work out? He reaches up, stroking your forearm gently. âWill you be done soon?â When you sigh in response, Tae scrunches up his nose and shakes his headâa force of habitâand red soaks the front of your white shirt.
âTaehyung, calm your fivehead down,â you say, growling and pinching his nipple lightly through the fabric with your clean hand. He whimpers but stays still, and as a peace offering, you run your fingers along his head in the way you know he likes.
âItâs worth your nipple-pinching accuracy to have known you for over ten years,â Taehyung says loyally, grinning up at you with that boxy smile.
You soften, the noise of disbelief you make belying your answering grin. âCheeseball,â you say, âbut youâre right to be nice to me, or youâll look like a half-dipped strawberry when Iâm done with you.â
âGrandma will be happy either way.â Heâs unfazed, his eyes shut as he enjoys the feeling of your hands on his head. âStrawberry-red hair will be my gift to her for when I get back to Daegu.â
You snort. âYour rootsâll start showing by then, silly boy.â
Taehyung opens his eyes, a slight smirk lifting up the corner of his mouth. âBut youâll be there to help me, wonât you, petal?â
âWeâll see.â You tug a little hard on his hair in retaliation, expecting him to protest. Instead, he groans lowly, and the sound strikes you to your core. His tanned cheeks go nearly as red as the dye on your fingers, and neither of you ever bring it up again.
So itâs strange, you think, how thatâs the first memory that comes to mind when you find yourself face to face with a naked, sleeping Taehyung, his arms tight against your waist as he buries his head in the crook of your neck. His dark roots are showing, peeking through the honey-blond heâd chosen, and youâre tempted to pull at them, to break the unnatural calm thatâs fallen over you.
Youâre ready to close your eyes and pretend none of this is happening, when Tae makes a noise that rumbles in his chest. âGood morning,â he says, blinking sleepily. You wonder at his serene smile. Your breaths quickens as your brain gives you a play-by-play of the night before, and the memory of the sheer filth that had come out of your mouth makes you flinch. Taehyungâs still just your best friend, after all, even if he happens to be the same person youâve been in love with for over a decade.
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Learn Photography - How?
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 âThe Hardest Scienceâ that apart from simply practice there has to be an innate talent to start with and goes on to point out that âluckâ and âprivilegeâ also play an important part in becoming successful. Â 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. Â 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 âoutcomesâ. Â 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 âsimplifiedâ 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. Â Â This translates to whatever your capability is, your attitude has a larger factor to produce a better performance than your innate ability. Â 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. Â
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. Â An additional factor of leadership (tutor) may be brought into the equation too.
I donât 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, Â (consider how the Brexit campaign was portrayed to the British Public as an example. Â 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. Â
[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 itâs for personal pleasure and hobby, professionally or any other purpose. Itâs 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 itâs 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 â10 Steps toâŠâ because they are in some way a false paradigm too.  Despite the fact that I have written and sell âPocket Guides - My Top Tipsâ
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. Â 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. Â Most donât 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 donât possess the raw ingredients that are required to meet your criteria of âsuccessâ. 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 itâs understandable to see how few can achieve panicea. Â
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. Â Using the camera to maximise its potential and help capture and record what they see and where they are. Â 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) Â 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. Â Â The objective evaluation can be achieved in many ways depending on your assessment of whatâs 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. Â Whether itâs 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. Â I didnât, and often donât 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. Â Assimilation - Making choices about what and how we photograph, applying our âpersonalâ style to it through more considered compositions and skillful post-production. Â 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. Â
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. Â 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. Â However this stage is often a tipping point too.
Gladwell defines a tipping point as "the moment of critical massâ Â
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. Â 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. Â 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? Â Â 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. Â Itâs 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. Â Of course there are different stages and levels within this and some people seem create something completely unique, others variations of uniqueness. Whatâs most important is it doesnât have to be 100% unique - It has to be 100% authentically YOU, Â 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. Â Most people I meet simply enjoy photography as a hobby and means of getting out and exploring new places and environments. Â 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. Â 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.
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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.
Real estate laws are complex, which are next to impossible to be understood by laymen. So, before you come to terms with any agreement, consulting a real estate attorney is the best choice you can make to keep your interests and rights protected. Real estate attorneys are professionals who specialize in real estate laws. They are well versed with the legal skills related to properties. They can handle everything right from buying, selling and handling disputes. If you are looking for a reliable and capable real estate law attorney in Sacramento, you can trust the team at BPE Law Group in Fair Oaks, CA. Whether you need help with financing, foreclosure, property rights, or evaluating legal concerns, their team is there to assist you at every step. No matter how complex the issue is, they will handle it. Their team has about 35 years of experience and provides a wide range of services for all parties affected by real estate law. They also provide you necessary guidance to ensure you end up making sound real estate decisions. So, next time you are looking for an expert real estate attorney in Sacramento, reach out to BPE Law Group. Rest assured, they will help you with your property needs in timely fashion.
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In The Event The Property Isnât An Excellent Match For You, Weâll Inform You
Many properties could have a percentage lease, i.e. the landlord can acquire extra rent as soon as the storeâs yearly revenue exceeds a specific figure, e.g. $5M. To begin with, owning real estate can bring major value to your life. After the realtor arrives to understand your home, he points out all of the excellent features of your premises, and names an impressive price. Based on the locale and company model, the actual estate broker might not always work directly with clients. Particularly in down markets, the purchaser reigns supreme and you ought to ensure your buying agent knows just what you want. In the majority of states, residence sellers cover the proprietorâs title insurance plan, in effect paying to assure the buyer that the residence is really theirs to sell.
In an ordinary arrangement, realtors are paid through commissionâgenerally around 5% of the houseâs purchase price. For sellers, they can be an integral component to finding the right buyer for a particular property. Your realtor is the vital player in your premises transaction. He is generally equipped to handle purchase agreements and bills of sale. Your regional realtor ought to be able to advise you exactly what the protocol is in the region in which you are acquiring.
Generally, an attorney can easily estimate costs associated with a real estate transaction and her or his fees will merely go higher if something goes wrong. Most lawyers are going to have boilerplate agreement that covers most the customerâs needs, but should you have special considerations be upfront so it can be added to the agreement. During the due diligence period a true estate attorney will read any easements regarding the property and be sure theyâre simple common easements, nor grant extraordinary rights which might negatively alter the value of the property. He must be well-versed with the standard procedure and designations, and should know how to draft a proper legal description. A residential real estate attorney can help steer you by means of this miasma.
In addition, a lawyer can spot legal red flags until they become big troubles. Often, finding the most suitable lawyer is frequently as easy as researching them on Google. Additionally, a real estate lawyer will protect the purchaser from a lot of the foreseeable risk connected with a real estate purchase, a service that can be truly priceless when compared with the expenses of defending against later claims. Your real estate lawyer will guide you while you evaluate financing options. Typically, the actual estate attorney gives legal guidance for people related to the buy or sale of actual property.
Attorneys are experts in actual estate law and can offer counsel on legal issues that might arise. In the majority of states, real estate attorneys arenât required by law for buying a house. Ask yourself these questions to determine whether you need to hire real estate lawyer.
Normally, attorneys charge a discover here proportion of the worth of the actual estate and their fees can be rather significant. If you prefer a lawyer to verify the zoning for you, an extra fee would be deemed necessary. In case of a legal problem about the purchase of a house, however, only a certified lawyer may offer legal counsel and represent you in court (although it is possible to, clearly, always represent yourself). Instead of working with a problem tenant on your own, you can count on the expert attorneys at BPE Law to care for tenant issues for you.
from Justin Hayward-This Morning http://justinhayward-thismorning.com/in-the-event-the-property-isnt-an-excellent-match-for-you-well-inform-you/
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ÂŁ15.5bn 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 ÂŁ15.5bn.
This makes manufacturing the countryâs 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 ÂŁ102bn in 5,447 deals with UK SMEs. This exceeds the ÂŁ62bn corporates invested in UK research and development between 2013 and 2016*, and represents more than a seventh of the ÂŁ683bn 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: âManufacturing 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.
âThe 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.â
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: âThis 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 â a worrying trend for a sector at the forefront of the UKâs international trade prospects.â
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 Dijkâs 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 Dijkâs 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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good-luck charm | M (2/2)
âWhere else do your claws come out, I wonder?â
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pairing: min yoongi x reader wordcount: 8012 summary: You donât expect to see Min Yoongi again, but a month after he falls asleep before your drunken hook-up, heâs 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 canât seem to ignore. (contains smutâitâs at the very endâdirty talk, and far too much teasing than expected. x-posted on ao3.)
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Itâs six in the morning on a Wednesday. Youâre watching the boys practice their routine for tomorrowâs 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 theyâve left behindâthey still donât quite remember to pick up after themselvesâand youâre 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 everyoneâs 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, youâll be available and ready to watch for whatever mistakes Hobiâs pointing out. You donât notice your phone buzzing at the table until Jimin picks it up and calls out your name.
âDo you want me to read it out for you?â Jimin says, tapping lightly at the back of your phone. You nod, one ear still trained on Hobi and Joshua. âIt says you missed a call fromâwhoâs thisâAgust D?â 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. âHe says heâs so far away, but he misses you! How sweet.â
You shove all the towels youâve collected in Jiminâs 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 redâfrom the exertion, you tell yourselfâand 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 wonât burn the dorms down and its jimins turn to watch them
These are the texts youâre expecting to see, but you canât help but feel a tinge of disappointment. Itâs irrational for you to hope that Min Yoongi has texted you, especially considering that you havenât seen him since he left his number on your bedside table.
âSo far away,â 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 wouldnât miss it for the world! 09:47 AM [you]: havenât seen u girls in forever. ă
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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. âI know, I know,â you say, scrunching up your nose.
âItâs been a month, Y/N,â Jimin says gently, âand youâre clearly not over it.â With how busy your boys have been the last couple of weeks, youâve 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. âWhat am I supposed to say? âHi, we were supposed to fuck, but I bored you to sleep?ââ You know Jimin is being serious because he doesnât roll his eyes like he usually does, instead reaching out to pat you on the arm. You bury your head in your hands. âIt was going so well, Jiminie. It really was.â
âWhatâs stopping you from texting him, then? He was clearly interested in you, if that âgood-luck charmâ business was any indication,â Jimin says, smirking.
âIâve beenââ 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, âIâve been burned before.â You wince at the memory of every person youâve 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 heâd broken up with you, calling you desperate and stupid. Itâs ridiculous for you to have taken it to heart, but you have, and that likely wonât be changing any time soon.
Jimin watches you for a while before sighing again. âThatâs fair.â He squeezes your arm, an odd look on his face. âJust make sure youâre open to whatever comes your way,â Jimin says, his tone cryptic. You find this a little strange but say nothing. Jiminâs always said the strangest things, and this is probably no different.
Right before the afternoon singing practice, while youâre massaging Seungcheolâs shoulders, the senior manager calls you around in a huddle. âBoys,â she says, âyouâve been working really hard for your performance, so we have some good news for you.â Jimin loops his arm through yours and grins, so you know somethingâs up. âThe new song weâve been rehearsing the past few weeks will be recorded next week and produced by Bulletproof Entertainmentâs own Min Yoongi!â
As the boys begin to talk among themselves excitedly, your grip on Jiminâs arm tightens. âIs this the surprise you warned me about?â you say through gritted teeth. He shrugs at you, mouthing the words, âNamjoon-hyung told me,â before looking back at your senior managers.
âManagers,â your senior continues when the boys begin to do run-throughs, âweâll be having a working dinner with Yoongi-sshi later to finalize everything, so you can go home a little earlier to freshen up.â 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 heâs been working on. Itâs clean, but he canât fully judge how well itâll fit until he hears it done live. Namjoonâs mentioned this group once or twice, so Yoongiâs 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 doesnât 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 heâd left you.
He had woken up as soon as the sun streamed through your blinds, warm and cozy under the blanket youâd placed over him in the night. Heâd taken the painkiller on the living room table, rubbing his aching head as he made his way to your room. Inside, youâd 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, heâd thought, one he would love to see again. Heâd 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 hadnât, and now youâre 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, âShall we?â
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 Yoongiâs left, and he tries his best to ignore it. Jimin turns to face the both of you with a smile. âYoongi sunbaenim,â Jimin says, âyou remember Y/N?â
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 heâd made the shot; the sounds youâd 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 heâd fallen asleep. âI do,â 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 doesnât know if heâs 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 scentâcitrus and something floralâand try to avoid thinking about the last time youâd been this close. You smile at him in thanks, urging him to go ahead. When he does, Jimin exits the car and whispers, âGo get âem, tiger,â in your ear. You poke him in the side and walk quickly to the restaurant, but his words from earlier echo in your head. Yoongiâs 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 placeâs best flower wine. When you tap your glass against Yoongiâs, 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. âAre you alright?â you say, looking into his eyes.
Yoongi nods once, not trusting himself to speak properly while he collects his thoughts. In the brief moments youâd spent together, you hadnât shown this side of you. He was intrigued and even more attracted, Â and this could be his chance to make a better impression on you. Yoongi strokes your thumb with his own, smiling. âIâm good,â he says. âThank you.â
He prepares himself for whatever you have planned, but you behave for the rest of the dinner. By dessert, Yoongiâs 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. âHyung-nim,â he says to your one of your senior managers, âmaybe we can move to the bar once dinner is over?â 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 ordersâsoju for you and Yoongi, and a sweet cocktail for Jiminâbefore 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. âAlready?â you say. âYou might fall asleep before the night really starts.â You take the shot anyway, savouring the sensation as it flows down your throat.
âEasy there, tiger,â 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.
âWhy do both of you suddenly look so guilty?â Jimin picks up his glass and sips from it, looking at both of you. âPlanning your next beer pong strategy?â
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. âWe donât need a strategy when weâre the best.â
You turn to him, a smirk playing on your lips. âAre you sure?â you say teasingly. âDidnât seem that way during our first two games.â
You feel Jiminâs eyes on you, but keep your gaze locked on Yoongi. His eyes sweep down to your collar for a second. âMy little tiger is an excellent good-luck charm.â
âI think thatâs our cue to go home.â 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 youâre gone, and Yoongi can think a little more clearly without your sweet little mouth and bright eyes there to distract him. He doesnât 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, thatâs what he tells himself.
âIâll go ahead,â Yoongi says. Your physical presence would make it doubly difficult for him to leave, especially tonight. âTell her I said goodbye, and see you both on Friday.â 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.
âWe might as well get through the rest of this bottle,â Jimin says, holding up the half-empty bottle of soju, âespecially since Yoongi hyung-nim paid for all of it.â You take the shot he pours in silence, wondering how you could have been so stupid to think youâd 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 Jiminâs muttering âmy little tigerâ every so often and your hangover make it a little rough. You return home, exhausted, promising yourself that tomorrow youâll be far more professional. You only spend a little time thinking about how Min Yoongiâs 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 boysâ 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. Youâre at the studio twenty minutes early, carrying your thick sweater in preparation for the cold of the holding area where youâll be watching the boys. Itâs only coincidence, you say to yourself, that itâs got cute little tigers and lions embroidered at the hem. âFighting,â you mutter to yourself before entering.
Bulletproofâs 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 wallâmostly Agust Dâs achievementsâbefore landing on the person reclined on the couch. Yoongiâs eyes are closed, but you know heâs not asleep. In his black beanie, loose black shirt, and dark-wash jeans, heâs 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. Youâve just finished checking your emails when you feel someone watching you.
âGood morning, Yoongi-sshi,â 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. âThat'sâthat'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.â Yoongi touches an embroidered lion close to where your sweater has ridden up, and your breath catches. âWhere else do your claws come out, I wonder?â he murmurs, tracing the hem of your jacket, his fingers just barely skimming your skin.
âHave a good night, Yoongi!â 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, youâre 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 havenât 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. Youâre 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. âY/N!â she says. âAre you fucking Jimin yet?â
At that, you laugh hard, and it doesnât take long for you to talk about whatâs happened in the last month. Jimin had been a wonderful listener, but there was nothing like hearing your girls howl in laughter over Yoongiâs corny lines. âYou should have slapped him when he fell asleep. Youâre way too nice,â Victoria says.
âI just donât know what I should do,â you say, your head in your hands. You donât 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. âJust be yourself, Y/N,â she says, âand youâre sure to win him over!â Luna nods in agreement, and you sigh.
âBeing myself hasnât really worked out before, has it?â You blow a raspberry into your glass, the harsh smell of the alcohol making you dizzy.
âSnap out of it,â Sulli says, pouring shots out for everyone. While youâre coughing with what feels like gasoline burning down your throat, she adds, âWhat are you going to do, drag him to bed? Itâs effective, sure, but we all know how emotional you are.â
âI really think my crush on him has me confused,â you insist. âMaybe I will sleep with him, just so I can get him offââ Amber makes a face at this, but you wave your hands frantically, continuing, âoff my mind.â The others look unconvinced, but thatâs the last youâll hear about that for the night, and you move to a karaoke bar to sing your hearts out in true girlsâ 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 youâre 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, thatâs not your problem.
The boys file out behind Jimin once they finish, bowing to Yoongi in thanks. Youâre ready to pretend to leave, but Jimin tells you to stay behind, right on schedule.
4:54 PM [jiminnie mouse]: youâre on laundry duty for the next week 4:54 PM [jiminnie mouse]: have fun! ^.~
Yoongi senses something amiss when you donât leave. Youâre 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 heâs in for it. âAnything wrong, Yoongi?â 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. âYouâre a distraction,â 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 youâre both on the couch, Yoongi hovering above you. âWhat do you want?â 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. âNot yet,â 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 canât seem to look him in the eye. âMake no mistake,â 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. âI want you.â
âBut thereâs work to do,â you say breathlessly, a hint of disappointment still in your voice. âI get it. Iâll be going now.â
He smiles at you, caressing your face one last time. âYou have my number,â 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 youâre 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 donât see him the rest of the month. Just as well, because the boys begin shooting the music video for Yoongiâs song, and youâre 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
Youâre worried youâre 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]: namjoonâs studio is way more impressive than mine 6:10 AM [mr. genius]: note he canât read half the english titles on his shelf, the pretentious ass 7:01 AM [you]: donât worry, yoongi, i like u more.
Yoongi grins widely and subsequently has to ward off Namjoonâs grabby hands. âThe world must be ending for you to smile so widely at your phone, hyung,â Namjoon says, and Yoongi can only shrug in reply.
Later, he gets a text that has him glad heâs alone in his room, already settled in for the night.
10:52 PM [my little tiger]: iâm sad. [attachment]
He loads the attachment and finds a picture of you. Youâre in your skimpy pajamas again, the left strap slipping off your shoulder, and youâre 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 youâll say next.
10:55 PM [my little tiger]: now itâs easier for me to imagine how big your fingersâll feel. 10:55 PM [my little tiger]: thank you, yoongi, and good night.
Before he sleeps, Yoongi comes on his fingers, wishing heâd thought to ask you for pictures of your own.
The weeks go by, and finally, itâs time for the boysâ 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 boysâ sixth month. Youâre 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 groupâs next song when he recognizes someone behind you, his eyes lighting up. âYoongi-hyung!â 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.
âCongratulations on the video, Jihoon,â Yoongi says. âI may be the genius who produced the track,â he adds, smirking, âbut it wouldnât have done so well without your hard work.â You roll your eyes but canât keep the grin off your face.
Jihoon watches the two of you for a moment before saying, âYoongi hyung, are you and Manager-noona dating yet?â Your eyes widen and you take a small step to your left, not willing to look at Yoongi. âShe found me the cutest when she first became our manager, and Jimin-hyung says itâs because I looked like Agust D.â
âThatâs enough, Jihoon!â you say, though the blush on your cheeks discredits the threatening tone of your voice.
âIs that so?â Yoongi smirks at you, placing his hand firmly on your lower back.
âWhy donât you tell Yoongi about your proposed recording?â Youâre too flustered to participate in the conversation, so you listen to Jihoon talk for a minute before excusing yourself to hide in the ladiesâ room.
10:02 PM [mr. genius]: 2117 10:02 PM [mr. genius]: iâll 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. Youâre 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 Yoongiâs 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]: youâre so hot when youâre negotiating, little tiger 10:59 PM [mr: genius]: iâm going up to resist pulling you into a small corridor somewhere and having my wicked way with you 11:04 PM [mr: genius]: doorâs open. iâm 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 heâs 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.
âMy biggest fan,â 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 shouldnât turn you on as much as it does, and you bend down to kiss him. Before you can, he rolls you over so youâre beneath him and finally, finally kisses you. âMissed me?â 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 youâre stubbornly holding back, and chuckles. Heâd been worried you wouldnât 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.
Yoongiâs 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 heâs 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 didnât 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, âYou like me.â
Itâs hard to look him in the eye, and you feel ridiculous and shy even as his arm wraps around your head. Yoongiâs 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. âWell,â you say, pausing to peck at his lips, âyou clearly like me, so I have to like you a little bit or itâd be embarrassing for you.â
Yoongi pulls you against him tightly, and you melt a little. âI do,â he says. âI do like you.â
The words are simple, but make you feel like youâre 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. Â âLike this?â 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. âDate me,â he says seriously. âLet me make it up to you.â Your heart flutters when you hear the words heâd only written before, but you canât ignore how his new position has his bulge closer to your heat.
You pull him close, muttering, âBe cute and dramatic later, please.â You smile into his mouth. âIâve been wanting to fuck you for ages.â
âYouâre not alone, little tiger,â Yoongi says, growling, your words unlocking the dam of lust heâs 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. âThis is what you wanted, isnât it?â he says, his voice suddenly calm and collected, like he doesnât have two fingers thrust into you. âSending a text like that before I went to bed, like you didnât know Iâd need to be early the next day.â He tsks as you clench around his fingers, a clear sign youâre interested in this kind of talk. He grins, pushing it a little further. âHow does it feel to have my hand fucking you?â 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, âIf Iâd known this was all youâd 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?â
You shake your head, your hand reaching down to grasp him through his pants. âNot right now,â he says firmly, catching your hand and pinning it to your side, your fingers laced together. âIf you get your pretty little hand on me,â Yoongi says, his fingers crooking to rub at your inner walls, âthisâll all be over too soon.â 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. âYour little noises already have me so worked up, and your cuntâs squeezing so tightly around my fingers.â 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. âCome for me,â 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 youâve 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. Youâre catching your breath as he undresses, leaving him just as naked as you.
âStill up for this?â 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. âAs up as you are,â 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. âDonât tease,â 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 youâre almost embarrassed, but you canât bring yourself to care. It feels so good, even if you donât 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 youâre coming around him, like a wave meeting the shore. Itâs 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. Itâs 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 youâve finally gotten what youâve been waiting for.
When Yoongi turns around, youâre 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 doesnât think heâs 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, youâre 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 canât 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. iâll see you soon. Â
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good-luck charm (1/2)
âGo get âem, tiger.â
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pairing: min yoongi x reader wordcount: 2689 summary: Youâve 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 Yoongiâs 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 friendâs 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.Â
Heâs watching the candy closely, and his eyes almost cross as it makes it to his nose. Itâs 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.
âHello? Earth to Y/N?â The hand waving in front of your face doesnât really distract you, even if it belongs to your handsome co-manager, Park Jimin. Youâve only been handling the boys together for around four months, but it feels like you and Jimin have been through so much already.Â
Together, youâve 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 youâd 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. âYou know how I feel about,â you lower your voice, leaning closer to him, âAgust D.â
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 Dâs mixtape at a party, and youâd 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 Yoongiâs 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 Jiminâs 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. âJimin,â you say steadily, your eyes not leaving his, âsmile at me. Yes, thatâs good.â Pointedly, you refuse to look at Min Yoongi. Jimin nods at you, his eyes crinkling as he smiles. âIâm going to pour us out two shots. After you take them, please check if heâs still looking.â Your eyes widen as you see him turn his head as soon as youâd said to look. âNot now! Fuck, now heâs seen us for sure.â
Jimin shakes your hand off his own and grips your chin lightly with his index finger and thumb. He raises an eyebrow and says, âHeâs long gone, you silly girl.â When you look, all you see is Yoongiâs leather jacket folded over one of the couchâs 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. âLooks like youâll be needing this. Cheers?â
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 Jiminâs chest, groaning. âWhy 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 donât 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 aâfake, youâre sure of itâapologetic look on his face. Jimin pats your hand. âThis 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 youâd felt when Yoongi had looked up and smirked a little when youâd 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 opponentâs 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 heâd 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. âMy turn,â he says. âYoongi-hyung, Iâm not letting the score stand! You may have won the last six games we played together, but this time will be different.â Namjoon has clearly had some alcohol already. You wonder how well he plays buzzed. âWeâre going to play a best-of-three doubles battle!â He points his finger at Yoongi like a lawyer in a courtroom drama, looking quickly at Jimin. âJimin, get over here.â
You look around, wondering if anyone else can be Yoongiâs partner. Before you can protest, though, Jimin looks at you and says, âY/N! Play against me.â You shut your eyes, silently cursing and blessing your handsome idiot of a colleague. He says, âIf you win, Iâll wake the boys up for the next two weeks.â God, Jimin was really in it to kill you, wasnât he? You look at Yoongi for approval and see that heâs tilted his head, studying you. You watch him back, making a face and shrugging.
When a beat passes and you donât move, Yoongiâs lip quirks to one side and he says, âI donât bite.â 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. âMin Yoongi,â 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. âNot that scary, am I?â
Biting nervously on your lip, you smile. âL/N Y/N,â you say. Unconsciously, your thumb strokes the back of his hand once, and you feel rather than see his slight shudder. He doesnât 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.
âWe have to win,â 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? âNo way am I going to be on alarm clock duty for that long.â
Yoongi grins. âJoon-ah canât beat me. He overthinks his shots, especially when he gets excited. Watch this.â 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. âIâm not the best at this game,â you admit, fidgeting with one of the cups.
He leans closer to you, his fringe nearly touching your face. âDonât worry,â Yoongi says. âIâm the best.â You lean in instinctively, but Jimin whistles to get your attention.
Jimin holds up a ball. âSince both the balls are on our side, weâll go first.â
And with that, the game starts. It doesnât go as quickly as youâd 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 canât help but find it adorable, and you pat his pale wrist in consolation each time. It isnât, you tell yourself, because you canât resist touching him.
âYouâre no match for us, Namjoomin!â you shout before downing yet another cup theyâd managed to hit. The alcohol youâve 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 Jiminâs team is tied, and youâre down to your last game. Youâd 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 didnât think you had a chance. The close game was making you excited, and you grasp Yoongiâs shoulder. Your brows are furrowed determinedly as you say, âYou can do it.â
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. âYou can be my good luck charm,â he murmurs into your ear. The heat of his breath makes you shiver. âLine them up!â 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. âGo get âem, tiger.â 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. Itâs 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. âWe did it!â you say, and Yoongi smiles back at you. Without thinking, you lace your fingers together, palm against palm. It feels right, somehow. âHave fun waking up the boys, Jiminie!â
The four of you thank each other for the good game. Yoongi still hasnât 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.
âWhere are we going?â 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 youâd be, and the roughness makes your breath hitch.
âAnywhere I can do what Iâve wanted to do since I caught you watching me,â 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 wasnât just a drunken fantasy. Yoongi tastes of sour candy and alcohol, but youâre 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.
âI got it, I got it, tiger,â he says, his eyes half-closed still.
âLetâs go back to my place,â you say, taking the hand thatâs 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.
Youâre 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. Itâs when youâre unlocking the door to your apartment that you realize heâs left his jacket back at Namjoonâs. âYour leather jacket?â you murmur as you pull him inside the room.
âI wonât need it to keep me warm,â Yoongi says, removing his hand from your grasp and guiding you to your couch, his arm wrapped around you.
With strength you didnât 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. Youâd 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. âAm I doing something wrong?â
This only makes things worse. âNo, fuck,â Yoongi says, trying and failing to hide his yawn. âI woke up early and spent most of the day at the studio, then went straight to NamjoonâsâŠâ He yawns again, his eyes drooping. âThey made me play so many games, and fuck, I agreed to them all because I had a little too much to drink.â Your face colours, and you wonder if he regretted coming home with you.
âIâm glad I went, though. It meant meeting this little guy,â Yoongi adds as he shut his eyes, tapping your tiger pin. âAnd youâŠâ he says, trailing off as he falls asleep.
You get off him gingerly, making sure you donât jostle him too much. This is really fucking embarrassing, and you donât 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.
âLet me make it up to you."
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