#yoongi in a cup is one of my favorite genre of photos

[ginartist]

agust tea

[seokra]

I Just Miss You|Yoongi Drabble

Summary: Yoongi’s stuck in the Genius Lab and calls you because he misses you.

Pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: FLUFF, Slice of Life, Established Relationship, Idol AU

Word Count: 860

A/N: This drabble is dedicated to my cousin, a fellow Yoongi stan. 

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Yoongi’s eyes sting from staring at the computer screen in front of him. He lifts his hands to rub them, exhaling a deep breath before dropping his arms to his side. He looks over at his phone, picking it up. The screen illuminates with a candid photo of you reading a book, coffee mug in hand, wearing nothing but one of his hoodies and a pair of lounge shorts. A gentle lopsided smile forms on his face from the image. Even though your hair isn’t done up and your face is bare, he thinks you are the most beautiful thing he’s ever set his eyes on.

Yoongi notices you’ve sent him a couple of text messages since the last time he checked his phone and his lips turn down in a slight frown. His thumbs make quick work with unlocking his phone and opening up your text thread.

[You 17:18]: Hey Baby make sure to take a break and eat something! ❤️

[You 21:03]: I love you 😘

The corner of his lips lift, reading your messages. He checks the time; 00:26. He’s been in the studio working for the past 17 hours. He runs a hand down his face before unlocking his phone, finding your name and hitting call.

You pick up after a few rings. “Hey Baby,” you answer, your voice sounding soft and groggy.

“Hey, sorry, did I wake you?”

“Yeah, but it’s okay,” you reassure him, yawning. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine. I just miss you,” he confesses.

“I miss you, too,” he can hear the smile in your voice. “How’s the album coming along?”

“Good. I just finished editing a beat I’ve been working on. Now all I have to do is send it to Namjoon so he can write the lyrics.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah, how was your day? I didn’t really get a chance to ask you earlier.”

“It was fine. I had a few meetings today, nothing too exciting. Then after work I met up with Tae and we did some shopping. You should see this jacket Tae convinced me to get! You’d love it.”

“I can’t wait to see it on you,” he chuckles.

Silence befalls the two of you, but neither of you mind. Yoongi wishes he could ask you to come see him in the studio, but he doesn’t want to bother you. He also doesn’t want to risk the chance of paparazzis catching you sneak into the company building at this hour. You’ve been dating for just over a year now. The company knows about the relationship, but the public doesn’t. With a comeback in the works, he can’t risk having a scandal.

“What else did you do today?” he asks you, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Well… after shopping, Tae and I went out for some burgers.”

“Of course you did.”

You giggle at his comment, and the sound is music to his ears.

“Speaking of which, did you eat today?” you question him.

“Yes, I did,” he sighs.

“What did you have?”

“Hobi brought me some kimchi fried rice his girlfriend made for lunch, and I had a cup of ramen for dinner,” he answers.

“Well I’m glad you ate because you tend to forget.”

He smiles at your concern for his well being. “What did you do after dinner?” he inquires.

“Oh, I just came home and read. I finally finished that book you got me,” you answer.

“Yeah? Tell me about it.” He listens to you talk about your book. He remembers the day he gave it to you. You were so excited to start reading it, you practically leapt into his arms when he presented it. It was the newest book by your favorite author. You had been talking about it for weeks after you found out about it.

As you explain the details of the plot, Yoongi leans back in his chair, eyes fluttering shut, letting the sweet sound of your voice consume him. It’s been a couple of days since he’s spent time with you. Work has been hectic lately and won’t be slowing down anytime soon. He can’t wait until he can be wrapped up in you again.

Not realizing it, he starts to doze off, a quiet snore escaping his lips.

“Yoongi?” you call out.

Your voice wakes him up. “Huh? Yeah?”

You giggle on the other side of the phone. “I’ll let you rest, Baby. We can talk more tomorrow. Maybe I can drop by and spend the day in the studio with you,” you propose.

“Okay. Goodnight, Y/N. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Yoongi’s heart swells from your words, a tired grin breaking his face. He hangs up the phone and sets it on his desk. He stands up and stretches his limbs before grabbing the spare pillow and blanket he has stored in the studio for nights like tonight when he can’t leave the studio. He makes his way towards the black leather couch sitting opposite his computer desk and plops down, kicking his legs up. His eyes flutter shut once more and his thoughts are of you as he drifts to sleep.

[ppersonna]

iced americano, to-go - myg | m

one more cup of coffee for the road. one more cup of coffee before i go to the valley below - one more cup of coffee, bob dylan

↳ summary- yoongi really REALLY loves iced coffee...

↳ rating- explicit / 18+ / nc17

↳ word count- 2.3k

↳ pairing- yoongi x reader

↳ genre-  pwp lol, smut, fluff, crack? man this is just smut about coffee

↳ warnings- penetrative sex, oral sex (m/f receiving), unprotected sex (dont…pls), light dirty talk, face sitting, cream pie, uhhhh i think thats it

↳ a/n- i had an iced americano this morning that made me feel things and i imagine yoongi would feel the same way.... pls forgive me.  ily❤

The sunlight that pounds into Yoongi’s head feels like a punishment for staying up so late drinking the night before.

He rolls over in an attempt to pull you closer, wanting to breathe in the scent of your shampoo but finds himself coming up short and snuggling your pillow instead.

He groans and cracks an eye open and finds the bed empty.  It’s still warm—you must not have gone long, but Yoongi frowns regardless. He’s fighting a hangover headache and wants nothing more than the feel of your soft skin.

He flops onto his back dramatically and lays an arm over his eyes to block out the blinding light. A sigh escapes him and he finds himself slipping back into a light doze when he hears the familiar beeping of the keypad of the front door to your shared apartment.

Yoongi props himself up slightly as you finally enter the bedroom. A long T-shirt hangs off your body, and you’re clearly not wearing a bra underneath—apparent from the way your nipples poke through the fabric.  The striped shorts on your legs barely cover your modesty and your hair looks like it hasn’t been brushed in a year.

But best of all, you’re clutching two iced drinks in your hand. Yoongi thinks you’ve never looked so perfect.

“I brought you an iced americano,” you yawn as you toe the slippers off your feet.

“You went to Starbucks like that?” He asks as he lifts an eyebrow in surprise.

“And what about it?” You retort as you place the cold drink in his hand.

“God, I fucking love you, you know that?” He questions, setting the drink on the nightstand before he pulls you into his arms. “My fucking soul mate.”

You squeak at the surprise hug and muffle a response into his bare chest that he can’t hear but he doesn’t care.

All he cares about is you, the fact that you feel just as shitty as him and still went out of your way to get him the one drink that he can’t live without.

“Sit on my face,” he demands.

The look in your eyes tells him you’re caught off guard but you nod in agreement anyways.

“Because I...got you coffee?” You ask dumbly as you shimmy the shorts down your legs.

“Yeah, you got me fucking coffee. Let me eat you out.”

“Okay…”

He can tell by your unsure tone that you still don’t get it, but who are you to deny the rapper’s tongue technology.

The shorts come off quickly and he shivers at the sight of you without panties. Knowing you went to a coffee shop barely clothed in order to get him a drink makes his cock harden like stone.

You’re still clutching your own drink as you straddle your boyfriend’s face and hover over him—you’re so dazed and confused by the sudden request that you forget it’s there.  

Yoongi grins and wraps his arms around your legs securely and beckons you closer.

“My good little girlfriend being so sweet and getting me a coffee for my hangover, fuck,” he groans as he can see you’re already slick. It doesn’t take you long to get excited when it involves the man below you.

Yoongi pulls you down further until his nose is buried in your cunt. It makes you whine as you feel his hot breath.

Yoongi chuckles, then pulls you in even closer and begins his onslaught with his tongue.

It dances over your clit and swirls it around, making you gasp and squeal and grip the drink in your hands tighter.

As yoongi gets to work, he sighs into you at the feel of your legs trembling and core shaking. He drags the flat of his tongue around your clit and down to spear into your dripping cunt.  He laps at the juices that seep out now, and he’s sure his face will be covered in your essence by the time he’s done.

He hums his approval at the sweet taste of you and smirks as you gasp at the vibration. You’re easy to get off like this. The surprise coupled with the position has you near the edge already.

“Y-yoongi,” you mewl as you begin to pant heavily.

It thrills him to feel your wetness begin to paint his face. His grip tightens on your soft thighs as he increases his fervor. He can’t get enough of the wet heat of you, his tongue diving inside you as deep as he can get it.

Your taste is one he doesn’t think he can live without. He’s not sure how he did live without it for so long before he actually got to have you.

It’s hard to breathe with his face pressed into your cunt but the thought of breathing is so far out of Yoongi’s mind it barely registers. He’d gladly suffocate between the thickness of your thighs, face pressed against you and tongue buried inside you forever. There’s no way he’d rather go.

You’re crying out, free hand dragging through his hair and gripping the freshly dyed black locks. You’re unable to hold back the loud moans of pleasure that rack through you now.  Yoongi feels jubilant.

“Sh-shit! Yoongi! Baby, I’m gonna cum!” You’re wailing as loud as you can. Yoongi’s headache doesn’t even mind the loud echo of your voice. It seems your pussy is more potent than any painkiller he could take.

He coaxes you, pressures you to cum as hard as you can as he flicks your clit with dangerous speed. His tongue is flickering back and forth across the nub with increasing pressure and speed.  Your wails match in time to the beat he sets in your cunt.  

It doesn’t take long until you’re screaming his name and throwing your head back shamelessly as your orgasm washes over you. He feels the slick burst and slide down his mouth, pooling at the crevices of his neck. He slurps as much as he can, not wanting to miss a single drop if he can help it.

You whine in over sensitivity and your hips shudder as he continues and you’re giggling to beg him to stop.  He releases your thighs and allows you to move off his face.

The sight of Yoongi covered in your own cum makes you suddenly desperate for more of him.  You’re greedy and Yoongi’s cock tightens in his boxers—it wants all the attention you can give it.

“Fuck, that was hot, babe,” he murmurs as he wipes your slick off with a hand.

Your cheeks are tickled pink like you’re embarrassed, but you both know you’re anything but.

“Fuck me.”

Yoongi grins at your demand and winks.

“Let’s put that coffee down first, yeah?” He says as he reaches for your own iced drink still clutched in your hand. He sets it next to his and chuckles. “I’m proud of you. Not a single spill.”

You’re pulling his boxers down and pressing kisses to his hard length.

“I’d rather die than spill my coffee,” you sigh as your lips wrap around the head of his cock.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans as he watches you envelop him. “That’s my fucking girl.”

He’s not sure if he’s praising you for the fantastic cock sucking or the fact you’re just as coffee obsessed as he is—neither of you care. The praise alone is enough.

Your head bobs and Yoongi moves hair out of your face.  He wants to see your pretty eyes as you pleasure him. It’s one of the best parts of the act. He wishes he could frame a photo of your face with your mouth shoved full of his cock—it’s his favorite scene.

He feels his body shudder and balls tighten and he’s afraid he’s already so close and wants to cum inside your sweet cunt rather than down your throat tonight.  He nudges your face and pulls you up with a gentle ‘ah, ah’.

You lift, eyebrow raised in confusion and he pulls you close to straddle his hips.

“Wanna fill you up.”  

You need no other reason.  Your fingers lift and tug your baggy sleep shirt off completely and you’re preening at how on display you are for the rapper.  He drinks the sight of your full breasts, thick thighs, dripping cunt. It’s his favorite gift, one he gets to open every single day and night.

“Gonna ride your cock, babe,” you promise as you line yourself up.  

Yoongi smirks and settles his hands in the curve of your waist, smoothing them down until he reaches the crest of your hips.  

A hiss leaves him as you slowly take him in, inch by inch. The heat of your drenched core has him nearly cumming right there, but he grits his teeth and holds it in.  He’s so turned on from everything about you this morning that he feels his orgasm is hanging on by a single tripwire.

“Oh, my god,” you gasp as you finally settle and sit with him fully encased in you. “So fucking big.”

The compliment goes directly to Yoongi’s ego and he winks at you as you open your eyes to stare down at him.  Your hands move to rest on his bare chest and you move your hips to start a rising motion.

Yoongi’s eyes roll back in his head at the feeling. He loves the way you take initiative. He loves laying back and letting you do the hard work.  The way your pussy grips his cock has him pressing his lips against yours and moaning his approval into your mouth.  

Your tongues swirl around each other as your ass bounces on his thighs and you gasp against his lips every time the bulbous head of his dick rubs at the spot inside you that makes your vision white out for just a few seconds.   You’re already high from your first orgasm, and your second is quickly approaching.

“You’re so fucking good to me,” Yoongi groans, pulling his mouth away from yours as he assists your hips in bouncing on his cock. “Got me my own fucking coffee.”

You babble in reply, something that doesn’t make sense but you both understand it. It means ‘of course I did. I fucking love you.’

You both quicken your pace.  He can tell your thighs are burning from the exertion but the bliss written on your face tells him you don’t care. Your hand drops to rub at your clit and Yoongi’s mesmerized by the movements. He can’t wait to feel you reach your second high with him buried so deep inside you.

“I love you,” he grunts. His voice is becoming raw, feral.  He’s moving you up and down his cock so fast, aided by the slickness pouring out of you. “My fucking hot little girlfriend buying me fucking coffee.”

He’s stuck on that notion, captivated that you went out of your way to make his morning better.

“Mmmmf, gonna fucking stuff you full of my cum, babe,” he warns. He can feel his abdomen clench with incoming pressure. “You want that, baby? You want this little pussy dripping with my cum all day?”

Your bottom lip trembles, and he can tell by the fluttering of your walls that you’re close.

“Say it, baby girl. Say you want my cum.  I’ll give it to you, just say the word.”

“Yoongi! Fuck!” Your finger speeds up, circling lasciviously at the bundle of nerves he thoroughly tongue abused earlier. “Fucking cum inside me!”

Yoongi is incapable of holding back after your needy demand and he throws his head back against the pillow and ruts up into you once, twice, three times until he feels all of It snap inside him.  His cock pulses hot white stripes in your core.

The feeling of his twitching dick inside you sends you feeling and you steel yourself with a hand on his chest to keep from collapsing as you ride him through the top crest of your orgasm.

“Ohhhh! Fuck!” You scream as your channel pulses tightly around him, sucks his seed in deep and molds itself around his cock. It grips him tight and Yoongi whimpers at the feeling.

There’s nothing he can compare it to. No other feeling in the world compares to the way each ridge of his cock feels when you’re cumming around him. He feels like it’s the definition of nirvana.

Both bodies are slicked with sweat and you let your body fall to rest your cheek on Yoongi’s shoulder.  His arms wrap around your body as he nuzzles into you. His cock remains deep inside you, and he can feel his own hot cum start to slide around his cock, mixing with your own release.

He pushes you up for a moment, wants to see the way your pussy drips his seed.  You understand his need and sit up, lifting your pelvis to allow his cock to slide out of you.

A hot white trail of cum follows and lands on his lower abdomen, and Yoongi whines at the sight of his cum slicking up your channel, filling you to the brim.  It sets a flame to the possessive part of him he can’t control.  You’re his. Fully.

After a moment of silence, you lower back down to rest on his thighs and reach for the two drinks on the nightstand.

Yoongi chuckles as you press his dark drink into his hands and you greedily suck up the caffeinated beverage in your own.

“Thanks for the coffee,” he jokes as he sips at it through the straw and savors the taste of it, mixing with the taste of you still on his lips.

You smile at him as you rub your slick core up and down his bare thigh.

“Shit, I’m about to buy you coffee every fucking day if that’s how you’re gonna treat me.”

Yoongi winks and pokes at your side teasingly.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

© ppersonna - 2020 - do not repost on any site, or translate without express permission from author.

[iamyoursinblog]

Important question

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: smut

Word Count:  2.9 k

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"__________, out of sorts?" asked Namjoon, sitting down on the corner of your assistant's desk and handing him a cup of coffee. He smiled and looked at the door, behind which there was clearly a scandal.

“She doesn't like it when you guys get mixed up with dirt. When I came in, I heard something like “except for a beautiful face, they have nothing, don’t even understand whether it’s a guy or a girl.” You can imagine what a reaction she had to these words. I am glad that this man is still alive.” The assistant laughed as he took a sip of coffee.

"Get fuck out from my office while you're able to do it yourself!" a loud scream caught their attention. A moment later, a man ran out of the office, red with anger, and, swearing loudly, disappeared into the long corridor.

"It seems that the meeting is over," your assistant said, getting up from his seat. "This is urgent, why did you come?" asked the assistant looking at him.

“No, I think it can wait,” he smiled and looked at the closed door, behind which something was clearly being smashed, before turning around and heading towards the elevator. He walked down the empty corridor, absorbed in his thoughts. He didn't even know that you could swear like that, he smiled. You were always so nice and polite, but that side of you turned him on even more.

After practice, he went down to the parking lot, but stopped before getting into the car. “Hyung, go home without me. I'll work a little more. "

“Okay, good luck with your 'work',” Yoongi smiled at him before closing the door.

He smiled when he saw you still standing by the elevator on the phone. Judging by your expression, the conversation was hardly pleasant. You walked up to the car but stopped before opening the door. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes before hanging up and tucking your phone into your pocket. He was wonder if he could help you, he thought, watching you furtively. He laughed softly as you kicked hard on the wheel, cursing loudly. Why were you so cute when you were cursing. Damn, he's definitely in trouble. It seems that he completely fell in love with you, and absolutely did not know what to do with it. Instead of getting into the car, you turned around and headed for the exit. He continued to follow you along the narrow streets until you entered a small restaurant. He watched you through the window, still wondering if he should keep you company or should he leave you alone tonight.

"Damn," he kicked the grass next to the wall. He turned around and headed towards the bus stop. Why was he so worried leaving you alone now. He sat down at the bus stop, throwing his head back against the wall. It's good that it was late enough and the streets were empty. Only at such a time he could calmly be on the street, you would hardly be happy if he now hit the top of the news, just sitting at the bus stop. "1 ... 2 ... 3 ..." He continued to sit at the stops, counting taxis passing by. "49 ... 50" he is unlikely to go home, he chuckled.

He got up and walked back to the restaurant you were in. He went inside and smiled broadly when he saw several empty bottles on your table. He sat down at your table, removing the mask from his face. "Have you decided to drink all the alcohol in this restaurant alone?" he asked, taking the bottle from your hand and refilling your shot. You slowly raised your head, trying to focus your gaze on his face. You smiled broadly when you recognized him.

“My Favorite Star,” you raised your hands and put your palms on his face. “Why are you in such a place at such a time? Are you looking for an adventure on your tight ass?" you asked with a giggle and drank a shot of soju.

“Stop being so cute,” he whispered silently, holding back the urge to kiss you. "I just felt like I should come and keep you company" he smiled "Why are you so drunk?" he asked, pointing to the empty bottles.

“It seems that tomorrow I will be fired. Consider this my goodbye party. Would you like to have a drink with me? " you said laughing, placing your glass in front of him. He poured himself and drank before returning the glass to you. You raised your glass, examining it “Can I sell this glass if I' not will be have money to live on? I think I can put this up for auction - the glass from which Kim Namjoon drank soju."

"Live with me, I will not let you starve to death" he smiled

"Excellent! The issue of housing and food has been resolved! " you clapped giggling

“What happened today? Who were you fighting with?" he asked pouring himself some soju

"You heard?" you chuckled and he shook his head. "With one smug moron who treats the people he works with as the things he owns."

“You are protecting us too much. Believe me, comments from such limited people do not hurt us" he took your hand "As long as people who love us are on our side, we will remain strong" he smiled at you "When I see you in mood like this, I want to be your knight in shining armor" He laughed when you looked at him with wide eyes

"Don't take my job, I should be your 'knight in shining armor'"

"Then you have to be with me 24/7?"

"How you image this?"

He smiled broadly "You make me predictable in this situation."

You looked at him with surprise "In what situation?"

"The guy and the girl in the bar" he laughed, and put a glass in front of you and poured it to the brim. "If you drink, we will start dating" he smiled slyly at you

You looked at the full glass and laughed "You watch too many dramas, Namjoon"

"You didn't answer" he pointed to the glass "Yes or no?"

"Do you like me?"

"Not like, I love you"

“Didn’t you say on one of our party that you don’t really believe in love and in general relationships do not interest you?”

“Because it was you, I had no choice! How could I not fall in love with you! I thought that my actions more than obviously showed that I like you more than just as a friend” he chuckled. “You are not dating your assistant, are you?” he finally asked a question that haunted him. Each time, jealousy ate him up when he saw how close you two were.

The second time you laughed sincerely, “Date? With him? No, no and no again” you waved your hands laughing “He is my sibling. And about you…” you looked at the glass in front of you, moving the glass aside before looking at it again “too tempting offer...” you smiled as you picked up an empty glass from another table.

"Don't want?" he asked, stopping your hand as you wanted to pour yourself some soju, "Do you dislike me that much?"

“I like you that much,” you giggled and removed his hand, filling new  glass

"Then why don't you want to be with me?"

"Are you sure that I will answer your proposal, and not my mood or alcohol in my blood?" you looked up to meet his gaze "Do you always suggest dating someone when she's so drunk?" you shook your head before taking a shot  "So wrong, Namjoon... so wrong!"

"Will you agree to date witj me when you will be sober?"

“You could ask and then you will find out the answer,“ you got up and took your bag and went to the exit

The next day

He came to the agency in the evening, when almost everyone went home. He knew that you always stayed almost until night, sorting out documents. Interestingly, you will behave as if you do not remember anything about last night, he smiled as he entered the building. His heart ached as he remembered how sweet you were. And how could not fall in love with her? He whispered as he entered the elevator and pressed your floor. He heard soft music when he came to your office. Great, you haven't left yet. He smiled happily as he opened the door. You sat on the couch reading the documents in your hands. Everything inside was trembling with excitement, how can you be so sexy while doing work, he thought to himself, examining you from head to toe.

“Hi,” he said as he walked inside.

“Mmhh” you continued reading without even looking in his direction.

"Why don't you go home?"

“Mmmhh” you muttered back again.

That girl!, he laughed softly. "Would you like to have dinner with me?"

"Mmhhh"

“I love you,” he said in an attempt to get your attention.

"Mmhhh"

“My nude photos hit the internet”

“Mmhh” you shook your head again, swiping the page. "What?" you stare at him.

"Well, finally you looked at me." he smiled broadly. "Only my naked body can get your attention?" he raised an eyebrow at you

"Kim Namjoon!"

"What?" he shrugged his shoulders as he walked over to your table.

You just gave him a cold look before returning to the documents.

“I love you,” he said, sitting down on the edge of your table.

"Mmhhh"

He grinned at you. "I confessed to you for the third time that I love you, but you continue to turned everything into a joke or just ignore me" he turned his gaze to the window, taking a slow breath

"This is the second time"

“I know that you remember everything about last night. The manager said that you asked him in the morning if I got home normally at night."

“Damn, am I got caught?” you said, slapping your hand on the couch with slyly smile.

"________" he loudly said your name, looking at you "Stop jokes!"

You put your documents on the coffee table and got off the couch. You took steps towards him, making his heart pound harder. Your gaze has changed. You looked at him so seductively and depraved that a shiver went through his body with excitement. “Do you want me to be more serious? Okay" you pushed him in the chest as he tried to get up. "Come on" you pushed him harder, forcing him to practically lie on your table. "You said that only your naked body can attract my attention" you ran your hand from his chest down to his stomach before returning up. "So come on!" he shuddered when you ran your cold fingers along his hot neck to his cheek. He turned away as you bent down, approaching his face. "Can you dare to do it?" He felt your breath on his skin as you leaned even closer to his face and ran your thumb over his lower lip, everything inside him tightened, this is what he so dreamed of, but it was clearly your mockery.

"Do you like playing with my heart?" he asked under his breathe, turning his face to you. "Okay" he reached for your lips, but you pulled back abruptly. He stood up, but you took a step back. He reached for his shirt, unbuttoning the top buttons. He continued to make steps closer to you until you rested on the sofa. "If you realize that I am serious, then I will do anything for you!" He took another step, coming closer to you. "Should I continue?" he asked as he unbuttoned his shirt completely and reached for the waistband of his pants.

“The problem is that you take my jokes too seriously,” you said, pushing him away.

He grabbed your arm, turning towards him as you tried to move away from him. "Don't you think the problem is that you are not taking my words seriously?" he asked, squeezing your hand tighter. "How many times do I confess my love to you so that you finally understand that it's not joke?" everything inside him turned to flame with anger.

“People say 7 is a lucky number,” you chuckled.

"__________!" he shouted, but you just grinned. He took a step back and took a deep breath. Shouting clearly won't get him anything, he thought, calming himself. He raised your left hand and left a light kiss “I love you” he quietly said. He raised your right hand and also left a light kiss “I love you”. He pulled you into his arms, tightly wrapping his arms around your body “I love you,” he whispered in your ear. “I love you, _______” he said meeting your gaze. He bent down and kissed you. It seemed as if a dam had exploded inside, behind which he so carefully tried to store emotions. He wanted to show every emotion and desire that you evoke in him. He groaned when he felt your hands on his skin.

"Namjoon!" you moaned when he lifted you in his arms. He sat down on the sofa, sitting you on his lap.

He unbuttoned your shirt, leaving kisses on your skin. Your smell and taste drives him crazy. His hands clung to your body, wanting more. He took off your shirt, sending it to the floor. He ran his tongues over your breast, but stopped before unbuttoning your bra. “Are you sure about this? I don’t want you to pretend that there was nothing between us tomorrow.” He met your gaze.

"As if you would let me pretend that nothing happened ..." you snorted

"I'm serious"

"Me too. You wasn't seem to drink so much to forget that I said yesterday that I like you, I even like you too much" you smiled at him

“I ...” He sat with his mouth open, unable to speak.

You took his hand and ran your tongue over his finger before you lightly bite down on tip. He closed his eyes trying to calm down so as not to come right now. He looked at you again when he heard you laugh. "A few minutes ago you were ready to fuck me to death, where did this shyness came up?" you keep laughing.

He rolled his eyes, even now you found a reason to scoff. “You can be sure that this desire has not disappeared anywhere!” he growled. He put you on the couch, lying on top of you. He pulled down your bra, covering your nipple with his mouth. You wriggled under him as his tongue caressed your nipple. He ran his hands over your hips, lifting your skirt. His fingers snagged your panties as he took them off. He moaned, stopping as his fingers touched your hot and wet pussy. “You have no idea how many times I've dreamed about it,” he growled, pushing his fingers into your pussy. He moaned with you as you squeezed his fingers inside.

“Namjoon...” You moaned his name, lifting your hips to meet his jerks. "I want your dick!" you said running your long fingers over his dick. He hissed with excitement, practically ripping his pants, taking off the remnants of his clothes.

"Baby, you can't even imagine how long I was waiting for these words! Trust me, you not need ask me twice!" he said, pushing into your pussy. His loud moan filled your office. You moan his name, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Fuck, Namjoon!!!" you hissed, digging your nails into his skin. "You're so big" you practically whimpered as he continued to slowly thrust into your too tight pussy. He needed all his composure to control himself while you get used to his size. He moaned in relief as your moans turned into moans of pleasure, allowing him to move faster. He covered your nipple with his mouth as your back arched with pleasure. You pulled his hair as he continued to suck on your skin. "You decided to do everything possible so that I only wear closed clothes?" you growled and he laughed.

"Damn, am I got caught?" he replied, making a hard push. "Your body belongs only to me!"

You smiled broadly at him as you reached out to his lips and kissed him. He moaned into your lips, deepening the kiss. He wanted to have everything you gave him. His thrusts became quick and deep as your walls tightened on his dick. You squeezed his thighs with your legs, trying to slow him down. “It's too good to end so quickly,” you moaned as he pressed your thighs back against the couch.

“You can get this pleasure at any time and in unlimited quantities,” he smiled broadly at you. He growled as your nails dug into his skin. You wriggled under him, groaning loudly.

"Damn, Namjoon ... I'm gonna cum." Your body arched with pleasure as you cum hard, squeezing tightly around his dick. Everything inside him burned with the desire to free himself. He continued his erratic movements until he reached his own orgasm.

He growled your name loudly as his cum began to fill you, making his body tremble violently. A spasm bound his body with each thrust prolonging his pleasure. He rested his forehead on your shoulder before laughing. Your insolence has made his blood boil again when he remembered your behavior at the beginning.

"What?" You asked, running your hand through his damp hair.

"Next time, I will definitely spank you because of your cheeky mouth!" you giggled when he bit the skin on your shoulder.

“Next time, I will definitely think before be cheeky with you” you sent him a seductive smile

“Right answer, baby!” He hugged you tightly and kissed.

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More Kim Namjoon x Reader:

Rabbit hole (smut)

Shower time (smut) (part of series ONE NIGHT)

I love you! (fluff)

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LIST  (BTS & GOT7)

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[bangtan-dreamland]

Rain

Pairing: myg x reader

Word Count: 3422

Warnings: delusions, mention of major accident, major character death, mention of cheating

Rating: pg-15

Genre: angst angst angst, a little fluff

Summary: Yoongi spends too much time at the studio, leaving you to wake alone in your house all too often. But it’s okay. After all, it’s all too easy to notice the hints lying around- and the ring sitting hidden in the drawer the biggest clue of all.

AN: A late gift for @dee-ehn, thank you thank you thank you for waiting! I hope this fic lives up to expectations, though unedited yet ;;; A big thank you for @mspjm for reading it over and giving me the energy to finish this ;-;

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The room is empty when you wake up.

Tired, heavy eyes blink back at you from where the mirror lies, conveniently hanging across the room. You yawn as the drowsiness threatens to pull you back into the confines of sleep, but eventually- you manage to convince yourself to get up and start the day. Somehow.

The size of the bed only emphasizes your lover’s absence when you stretch, the spot where he usually sleeps cold and freezing. It makes you twitch, when you touch the spot, and then you sigh.

Yoongi is definitely still working.

It’s not really that uncommon, though. Sometimes Yoongi will stay up way too late at the studio, struck by a burst of inspiration that he needs to ‘write down now otherwise I’ll forget it and lose it’. Which- it’s alright with you, really, because music is a big part of his life, and you already knew what you were getting into when you agreed to be his girlfriend.

A stray ray of light attracts your attention to the side. The ring on your drawer glints in the sunlight, and you can’t help the giddy smile that appears on your face.

And soon to be fiancee, too.

Yes, for all that Yoongi may seem to be married to his work, you know that’s not true, because you found the ring in his drawer a few days ago.

Really, it makes you wonder just why he’s kept working so late, for so many nights in a row now if he plans on proposing to you, but you’re resolved to wait. Because it’s Yoongi, and you’re fine with waiting for however long it takes as long as it’s him. Besides, you’re already together, years of being in a relationship, months after moving in together, you’re together in all the ways that matter best to you. A marriage would only make it official in everyone’s eyes, but you already knew you were his- and he was yours.

Though, you know, if it was anyone else they’d be accusing him of cheating. Maybe it’s because you’ve seen the ring that you know and are assured otherwise?

You giggle at the thought. 

Still, it’s always a little sad waking up to an empty house, and when you open the door to the hallway, the absolute quiet that lingers makes you frown a little.

You pad down the stairs quietly, wondering if Yoongi has at least taken a break in some way, if he’s eaten or slept. Should you come over to his studio, you wonder.

When you arrive downstairs, you find yourself sighing at the subtle mess that’s obvious to you. Geez. You rescind your earlier thought- Yoongi came home earlier, while you were asleep (obviously, only Yoongi has access to the other key to your house), but had to be in a rush. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have mismatched almost everything.

Because, at first glance, everything seems to be in order and in place- but as someone who’s lived here for so long it’s easy for you to notice the little things that are glaringly different, and you giggle as you set them right. All the while, you mentally chastise Yoongi in your head, fondly remembering the reasons why you even set up your living rooms that way. At first you’re content to merely clean up and return the things to their proper places, but soon enough you find your thoughts overrun by memories.

Neatly putting the sofa’s pillows to the side, so the center was full of space-

(“Stop squirming-” His voice was exasperated and you looked up at him with a wilting pout. 

“But it’s too cold and hard,” you whined. 

When he raised an eyebrow at you and deliberately stared at the pillows that lay near the two of you, you scrunched up your nose and just as deliberately pushed them away to the end of the sofa, snuggling tighter against Yoongi instead. Try as he might, it was all too easy for you to see the lingering smile on his face, and while you didn’t say anything, you smirked in success. 

You laughed loudly when you felt a hand suddenly ruffle up your hair. )

- setting your favorite blanket inside the cupboard instead of leaving them out in the open-

(You yawned a little as you felt someone cup your face tenderly- and then call out your name repeatedly. When you opened your eyes, it was to the sight of your exhausted but also smiling boyfriend, looking at you with exasperation.

“You should have just gone to bed,” he scolds you with a sigh. Still sleepy, you barely registered his words, your hands coming to hold his in turn instead. “It’s two in the morning and you’re camped out here in the living room with not even a blanket, when there’s a perfectly good bed waiting in our room.”

“You’re such a worry wart,” you groaned. “I wanted to wait for you, so I did. Besides, it’s not even that bad.”

“If it bothers you that much, I’ll make sure to keep a blanket available here downstairs. Just take my sleeping figure as incentive to get home faster,” you laughed at the look on his face then.)

- and finally, setting out…

You paused and frown, hard. What happened to the picture frames you two picked together…? You rummage around the room, only growing more confused as you fail to find any traces of the previous ones. Oh, you’d found the pictures, evidences of your time with Yoongi, the best moments picked out and immortalized. Not a tear in any of them, really- some of them even look for the better, as if they’ve been recently cleaned.

You wonder if Yoongi broke them last night in his haste. You sleep pretty deeply, and with the distance between your room and the living room, it’s not surprising if you find out you slept through the incident. Still, what was he so hurried about? … What was he even doing, last night?

Turning your attention back to the newly framed photos, you start when you realize there’s a lone photo somewhat put in messily. When you open it a little- you grin at the words written on the back.

‘... will you let me stay by your side, the two of us together, for the rest of our lives?’

Did he- you snort, trying to stop the giggles that are threatening to burst from you then. Still, you can’t help but find it ridiculously endearing. Did Yoongi seriously write down his speech? Your heart warms even more when you remember when the picture was taken.

The photo holds the two of you right after one of his concerts, the last one they’d held as part of the tour. That night had been hectic and exhausting, the world’s eyes on them as the concert was not only held in front of tens of thousands of fans in the venue, but also to hundreds more on the live stream that connected them to the world. Everything had to be perfect, if not close to it at least- and the moment the night had ended, he’d collapsed straight away.

You smile softly as you remember fussing quietly over him the entire night, changing his clothes and wiping him down a little, tucking him into bed- 

(“I’m not a little kid,” he’d slurred out with a distinct grumble in his voice as you lied down beside him. 

“You’re not,” you reassured him. “But you are exhausted, so let me take care of you, okay?” Wrapping your arms loosely around him, you bit back a smile when you eventually felt him tug your closer.

“... Thank you,” you barely heard him whisper as he soon dropped off to sleep.)

- only to wake up the next morning with Jungkook and Jimin giggling, phones in hand as they heatedly argued over something right. Beside. You two.

You couldn’t remember much of it anymore, what they’d been fighting about, but you remembered it woke the two of you up, Yoongi cracking an eye and groggily threatening them, the two maknaes almost jumping away in horror.

Even now it makes you smile.

You decide to put the frames back in their rightful places, righting the misplaced photo, stepping into the kitchen instead. It’s all but obvious at this point that Yoongi’s preparing for his proposal, and who are you to disrupt his obviously, very very secret plans?

Still, if he didn’t want to be found out, he should have been more discreet though.

You grin at the food you find on the table, wrapped neatly in plastic. It’s still warm when you touch it, and you smother the smirk on your face. Then again, if he placed it in the microwave as he usually did, or in the fridge, you’d still find it anyway and realize it was from him. You could almost hear his thoughts whirring around. If you’d know one way or another then it was fine to leave it somewhere obvious, right?

God, you love him.

You unwrap the food, starting to eat- the taste is slightly different, was your favorite stall already closed when he came? Still, it’s your favorite though and you’re pleased that Yoongi went out of his way for such a small thing.

You putter around the kitchen, opening the fridge, wondering what to bring him for lunch- he usually forgets to eat, it’s never been a good habit of his, really- when you finally hear the background noise grow louder and more present.

When you turn to the window, you look at it in surprise.

It’s raining.

Something cold and gripping makes itself known in your heart at that realization for a moment, wrenching you hard, and you stand, dazed, watching the drops fall on the window pane. 

Still. Soft, euphonious, the sounds of the rain shower outside is music to the ears. It’s- therapeutic, soothing. It is, of course. Why wouldn’t it be? And although you’re surprised to see rain falling so soon, when it was quite sunny a while ago- but you don’t complain. 

Because- the rain is special to you. To you two. It was raining when you met him, after all.

You pause, watching the drops fall from the sky in a light, sparse manner, as if the rain is gently falling like snow. 

You walk over to the patio and slide the door open, the food forgotten somewhere.

The sound of the rain immediately rings louder, drowning out everything else. The smell of the fresh earth and the rain itself beckons you closer, and the chill that remains as the coldness of the rain overtakes the earth’s warmth wraps itself around you. All of it is rhythmic, heavenly, and you stand still for a while, letting your senses adjust to the beauty that is in front of you. 

Then you take a step forward.

And another.

The first raindrop feels like- well. It feels cold- which a raindrop should be, but at the same time, it also makes you feel a little like an invitation.

You let out a burst of giggles, feeling the smother of love and happiness envelop you, like a warm towel after a long bath. It’s cold, that’s for sure, but- as you stand longer in the rain, you eventually get used to it.

Spinning around in the rain, with your arms open wide, it’s hard to think, to remember, why you’d ever even felt a sense of alienation, of melancholy.

Here, under the open sky, you feel nothing but a rush of euphoria.

“Yoongi,” you call out, your eyes still closed. “Come join me!”

“No, thanks,” you can hear him sigh, exasperation thick in his voice as always when he thinks you’re doing something ridiculous. Which happens often when you two are together, for one the living room incident, but still- 

“Please?” You try again, spinning around once more. “The rain feels so good right now,” you laugh. 

“You’re going to get sick,” he chides you instead. “Come inside soon instead. We can cuddle in our room.”

“Worrywart,” you tease him, giggling. Your hands find themselves placed on your waist, and you playfully stick out your tongue at him. “Live a little! How can you not love the rain?”

You didn’t need to look at his face then to know he was rolling his eyes. “I don’t love you getting stuck in bed with a fever,” he deadpans, but you can hear the smile in his voice.

You take another spin around, giggling at his reply, ignoring his calls. 

“Your loss,” you tease him. The ground under your feet is a little slippery, but it’s fine, really-

And then you black out.

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When you wake up, the room is empty.

Or you think it is- the lights are dim. You want to open the lights, open the door- but you slowly realize that you feel terrible.

Your body feels cold, even with what seems to be a blanket on you. Not to mention the pounding headache you have, and the heaviness in your body. 

No, it doesn’t take much to see that you’re sick. Yoongi was right.

Still, as much as his scolding is going to be painful to sit through, you’re touched that he still took care of you. Although he’d definitely been rushing, or maybe just plain panicking. He didn’t even use the favorite towelette you bought- one for him and one for you. It was overly cute- both of them printed with little kumamons. He couldn’t stop smiling the moment he saw them, though he tried to cover it up a moment later when the other members started to tease him. Still, it was obvious he treasured them, keeping his with him everywhere he went. You kept yours near in the drawer.

You smile as you remember the events in question, before wincing at your throat- which feels raspy and painful from the fever.

“Yoongi?” You call out weakly anyway, wanting to see him. You haven’t seen him since last time and you miss him terribly. 

No one answers you, and you amend your thoughts. Yoongi is definitely mad at you.

Still-

“Yoongi!” You call out, louder this time- still, no one answers-

“Yoongi!!”

This time, you hear the rush of footsteps on the stairs. You sigh in relief, wiggling down to adjust yourself against the blankets- whimpering at the way your throat hurts from you using it like that, in addition to how you’re already sick.

Your eyes flicker up to the bedside table- brightening when you notice the faint outline of water and medicine. You take a sip of the water- and then quickly chug the medicine down, in case Yoongi sees and demands you take the medicine first.

Still, it’s a little worrying to realize that he didn’t even bring the tea that he always gives you when you have to drink medicine, the chai tea so sweet and milky in contrast to wash out the bitter aftertaste. How upset is he?

The medicine tastes horrible and you hate it, but you obediently chug it down with the water.

That’s when the door opens, slowly- and you perk up.

“Yoongi!” You repeat his name as if it’s the only word you know how to say- but truthfully, isn’t it one of the most important?

“I’m sorry,” you immediately say, gaze falling to the sheets on your body. “I know you told me not to play in the rain and go inside already, but the rain felt so nice…”

You fidget with the fabric in your hands as you await his response.

Silence reigns. You gulp and continue.

“U-Um, I’ll be more careful next time, I promise! I’m really sorry, I wasn’t trying to make you worried on purpose, I swear.”

You bite your lip when you hear nothing but the sound of feet on the carpet floor, as he slowly makes his way towards you.

“C-Can you at least say something?” You meekly ask, tears finally springing to life, the edges of your vision blurring as you feel the upset take over you. “I… I’m sorry. If it’s really that serious, I’ll- I’ll stop playing in the rain in the future, so…”

You’re perhaps the one most surprised when a different voice answers you.

“... N-Noona.”

“... Jungkook?”

What greets you is not your boyfriend’s face, but rather that of his younger brother in all but blood.

Jungkook’s face is filled with sorrow, a tinge of horror and a load of worry as he looks at you with something in his eyes that you can’t quite decipher. 

“W…” You furrow your eyebrows as you look at him, lips quivering as the tears threaten to make their way down. “Where’s Yoongi? I… Is he really that angry at me?”

“Y- h-hyung-” He stops as he speaks, face contorting even further. “Noona-”

“Jungkook, can you please talk to him? Please tell him I’m sorry,” you sniffle, a few drops already falling. “I… he’s mad at me, I know it. He didn’t even make me tea,” the detail may be a small, simple one, but it’s what hammers in that you’ve made him upset and it’s what you hold on to.

“Noona…”

“Jungkook,” you plead. Jungkook’s face falls, and he sighs.

When he speaks again, his voice is quiet, barely there- a whisper, but you hear it all the same, the effects of which could not have hit you harder than if he yelled it.

“Hyung isn’t- isn’t here anymore.”

“I- what do you mean?” You croak out, confused. Did he-

“-leave… me…?” Unintentionally do the words fall from your lips, shaky and a mess. You see the way Jungkook bites his lips, apprehension making its way onto his face. And- it’s only now that you see it-

The emotion from before that you couldn’t recognize was pity. 

“Hyung…” He starts, hesitation thick as he slowly speaks. The rest of his words seem to suddenly fade in and out of your consciousness- you feel as though you are underwater, and his voice barely reaches you-

No.

“... hit by a car...”

No. No, no no.

“... raining hard, the driver didn’t see him…”

No, no no no no no.

“... hospital, but he’s-”

No, please.

“-already dead.”

“No,” you whisper, dazed, staring at him, waiting for Jungkook to backtrack, to say it was just a joke, that Yoongi is fine and well and not-

Still, Jungkook remains silent. You continue with your words instead. “No, that can’t be true, he was just- I was just talking to him yesterday. Jungkook-”

“Noona, you’ve been having hallucinations,” Jungkook insists, and he can see the heartbreak in your face as he watches you start to shake, shivers and trembles covering your body.

“B-But,” you stammer. “But he’s- he’s not, I just know it. He’s just angry at me, he’s not-”

You feel the air in your lungs dissipate, and the words leave you in a hurried, choked out manner. “He’s still here, I know it, he wouldn’t just leave me- Jungkook! This isn’t funny-”

“Noona, please-” Jungkook’s voice is thick with tears. 

“No!” You yell at him, your body filled with anger. The pain you’re feeling physically is nothing compared to the way your heart is crumbling. “You’re lying! Jungkook, please- please, please, tell me, you’re lying, that’s not true, that’s not true, that’s not-”

The tears stream down your face, you can feel your hands sting from how tight your fists are clenched and your throat burns but all you can think about is Yoongi. Jungkook has to be lying, he has to be, because-

You clutch your head as the memories start to rearrange themselves, the clues you’d been willfully ignoring becoming apparent to you.

The ring left unnoticed on the bedside table. The subtle mismatched appearance of the living room. The replaced photo frames. The wrapped food, obviously your favorite but not the one you’ve been eating with him for years. 

All the little details that are somehow right but not quite, just a little too off to be by your lover’s hands. All things that Yoongi would have never let happen.

The memories start flowing back into your head, making you fold in on yourself as you begin to remember.

The argument.

The fight.

You running out of the house, and Yoongi coming after you.

The rain, making it hard to see- you crossing the street.

Yoongi coming after you.

The truck-

Your brain blanks the next second, but what you know is enough to grip your heart tight.

“T-The photo on the table,” you hiccup. “The ring. He was going to propose to me. But he’d been home too late so many times, I accused him of cheating, I ran out of the house. He came after me, it’s my fault-”

Your words are interrupted by a sob that threatens to throw your whole body forward from how strong it is.

“Yoongi,” you weep. “Yoongi.”

“Yoongi, I’m sorry.”

Outside, you hear it rain once more.

[writer-k-pop]

Morning Coffee

무슨 생각해요? What are you thinking about?

Description: Thoughts swirling around in (y/n)’s head lead to morning talks with her boyfriend, Yoongi, to try and unravel the messy thoughts in her mind.  Warnings: None Genre: Slight angst, fluff Word Count: 1.7k

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The low tick of the clock is the only sound besides the light snores coming from the sleeping body next to her. Yoongi's arm is wrapped loosely around her stomach and she gently lays her hand over his in search of a silent comfort. Sighing in frustration as the realization that sleep has completely left her system, (y/n) carefully wiggles out of Yoongi's embrace and slinks into the living room of the sleeping dorm.

Looking at the clock in the hall, (y/n) mentally bangs her head against a wall as the 6:22am time sinks into her memory. Sighing again and running a hand through her hair, she patters into the kitchen looking for something to calm her nerves from whatever is bouncing around in her head.

The entire week, (y/n) has been living in a mental bubble, unable to escape no matter what she tried to do or who she tried to talk to. Giving up in the kitchen, she plops onto the couch, hoping something will come along to distract her.

The silence wraps around her like the biggest, fluffiest blanket made of the thickest cotton known to man. Her anxiously fingers play with the hem of her pajama shirt. Unable to sit anymore, she paces the living room. Towards the window, stop, turn, back towards the kitchen. Becoming numb to the sound of her own footsteps, (y/n) doesn't notice when another pair of feet come padding towards the living room.

"(y/n)." Yoongi speaks softly as to not startle her or wake the others in the dorm.

Though Yoongi tried not to startle (y/n), she startles and whips her head towards the source. "Did I wake you?" She asks, hoping it's not what happened.

"I was going to say you know I can't sleep without you but," He glances around the room, "I don't think that's what you'd want to hear right now."

(y/n) smiles down at the ground at how well he knows her. "It wouldn't be the worst thing to hear at 6:30 in the morning."

"Got a lot on your mind?" He tilts his head to the side.

She purses her lips, "Yes." Pauses, "And no."

"Oh boy," Yoongi walks towards (y/n) and gently rubs her arms, "That bad, huh?"

(y/n) nods and then neither of them speak.

After a few minutes, Yoongi gives her arms a small squeeze. "How about we go out for a little?"

(y/n) turns to look out the window, the sky barely brightening with the approaching sun, "This early? Where would we go?" She wonders.

Yoongi shrugs, leading her back towards the bedroom to change out of their pajamas, "Wherever we want to go, maybe grab some coffee, grab some breakfast, take a stroll somewhere. Talk." He finishes with a knowing look on his face.

Nodding in agreement, she moves to change into suitable public clothing.

Ten minutes later, she joins Yoongi at the front door. Him in black sweatpants and one of his iconic black Fear of God shirts. (y/n) is in a similar pair of black sweatpants and her favorite sweatshirt of his. After slipping on their shoes, they slip out of the apartment with the door echoing close behind them.

The streets sit silent as Yoongi and (y/n) make their way towards the only bakery/cafe open at this early hour. As they walk, Yoongi sits silent and lets (y/n) mull through her thoughts, though there she does more materializing than mulling through.

Her ears perk up to the ding of the door opening and smells of brewing coffee and rich, buttery bread bombard her nose.

"Good morning." The lady at the counter smiles warmly.

"Morning." Yoongi nods backs and leads (y/n) towards the cases of pastries for breakfast. "What do you want?"

(y/n) scans the shelves but her eyes automatically lands on her favorite go-to: a buttery cresant topped with a generous sprinkle of almonds and a honey glaze. Yoongi chuckles and picks one up for her and grabs a breakfast bagel sandwich for himself. Making their way to the checkout, both Yoongi and (y/n) squint up at the menu board in search of their morning coffee.

"Uh, can I get an iced americano." Yoongi orders.

"Make that two, please." (y/n) adds on and the cashier nods while entering the order into the system.

Yoongi fishes out his wallet to pay while (y/n) takes the pastries and finds a close table to wait for their coffees.

"Anything formulated yet?" Yoongi asks, joining her, and reaching for his breakfast bagel sandwich.

(y/n) shakes her head, "Nothing. It feels like I'm being suffocated with the presence of all these thoughts and yet," She takes a bite from her oversized cresant, "When I try to grab the individual thoughts, I can't grasp anything."

Yoongi nods, "I get that, just take your time." Our coffees are called out and he stands to pick them up, "You know I can always tell the guys I need the day off."

She smiles at his generosity as speckles of thoughts begin to formulate in her mind. Yoongi returns with their coffees, "Do I need to tell the guys I need the day off?"

"No, not yet." (y/n) smiles. Halfway through her cresant, she sets it down and sips her coffee. The bitterness slithers down her throat and the caffeine rushes its way through her system.

The sun is starting to brighten the sky even more as (y/n) stares out at the surrounding buildings.

"Do you ever think about what could have been?" She wonders, lost in the symmetrical patterns running along the buildings.

"In what sense?" Yoongi asks in return, leaning forward.

(y/n) shrugs, "Like I think I've just been thinking about the choices I made and their outcomes." She turns to look at him, "Wondering where I'd be if I had taken different turns in life."

"I hope none of those turns involved me?" Yoongi hopes, with a knowing smile.

"Of course not." (y/n) reassures him, "You are the best thing that's happened to me and I don't regret making that decision."

Yoongi pats over his heart, "Oh thank goodness." He jokes, trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh stop that." (y/n) chuckles and sips her coffee.

"So tell me, lovely (y/n)," Yoongi leans back and hooks his knee in his folded hands, "What choices have you been mulling around in for the past who knows how long."

"It was just a week." (y/n) informs him, "I don't really know. I just wonder what my life would be like if I, I don't know, moved earlier, or later. Or if I took one of the other jobs I was offered."

"What does it have you thinkin'?" Yoongi urges her to keep talking.

She chews on her straw, thinking about how to answer. "There's like a small seed of 'what if I was supposed to take one of those other routes?'" She plays with the sleeve around her coffee cup, "'What if I was supposed to take a different route?'"

"And what's the other side telling you?" Yoongi asks, sipping his coffee, listening intently to her every word.

He knows she always has two sides of the conversation speaking their minds, so when one side is talking, the other side is arguing back just as hard.

"The other side is saying that I got here to this happy place because I made the choices I made when I made them." (y/n) sighs in content, "I am very happy I met you when I did because if I had met you later, I don't know what I would've been like."

"Don't say that." Yoongi shakes his head, grabbing her hand and rubbing circles into the back of her hand. "I'm going to agree with the part that says we met at the perfect time."

(y/n) smiles, "I wondered what different careers I could've had if I had taken design classes earlier, or, or if I chose a completely different career. Like would I have been happier with myself earlier?" She rests her chin on her free hand, "Would I be more confident in my choices? Would I be more sure of my own will and my own strengths?"

"What brought all this on?" Yoongi eyes wide with curiosity.

Shrugging, (y/n) pulls away and leans back in her chair, "I was just looking through old photos and videos. I tried so many different things and loved every single one of them so it just got me wondering what would've happened if I took any of them seriously."

"You can still do a lot of those old art stuff." Yoongi pushes, "Jungkook's always playing around with technology. Hobi's always dancing and designing clothes. Tae's always painting. Jin's always nagging us about helping him cook so he's always making new recipes."

"But they aren't my own." (y/n) counters, "They're not my special hobby that I bloomed in. I don't want to encroach on someone else's love of something."

"Not with the guys, they would probably love it a little too much if you joined them." Yoongi offers.

"How do you know?" (y/n) tilts her head in disbelief.

"Call it intuition or supreme knowledge." Yoongi scrunches his nose at her.

"Still..." (y/n) trails off, still looking into the abyss of her somewhat existent thoughts.

"Focus on the optimist side, (y/n)." Yoongi reminds her, "You got here, when you did, and how you did because of what you did and the choices you made and when you made them. Don't doubt that."

(y/n) nods.

"We can focus on getting back into some of those things you did back in the day." Yoongi comforts her, "We'll focus on the things we can do now and what we can do going forward. And we'll do it together."

(y/n) laughs softly as the sun spreads the across the cafe floor. As she takes the last sips of her coffee, Yoongi pulls out his phone.

"By the way, the boys are already preparing to have you join them in their hobby time." Yoongi shows her the conversation.

(y/n) mouth drops open, "When did you-"

"I have a skill for typing without looking with one hand." Yoongi smirks and sips his coffee.

Rolling her eyes, she cleans up their trash before reaching out her hand for him to take. "Come on, I've got a clear head and you have a busy day that you should be starting soon."

Yoongi takes her hand and lets her pull him up, "I'm glad I could help you, but before I get started on my day, can I take a nap first?"

[justasparkwritings]

Merry & Bright {28}: Too Early in the Game

Previous: Glitter on the Floor

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Rating: R

Warnings: Swearing! 

Summary: Namjoon wants to know if you’re free New Years Eve. 

           Namjoon twirled his phone in his hand, unsure what his move should be. He knows the obvious answer, but in his mind the obvious answer isn’t obvious. It’s layered with subtext and context, decisions and moves he’s not sure he’s ready to make. Which seems ridiculous, you’d been in his arms after your dinner date, you’d texted him throughout his MMA and MAMA performances… and yet, Namjoon couldn’t bring himself to just fucking talk to you.  

           “Just call her,” Yoongi says, eyes staying locked on his computer screen. 

           “I don’t know what to say,” Namjoon replies, setting his phone on the table.

           “I hope that goes away by the time you’re in the booth,” Yoongi mutters, separating their vocals into individual lines.

           “Text her and ask,” Ho-Seok suggests, sitting down on the couch next to him, notebook bookmarked with his index finger.  

           “She has a million offers, she won’t accept mine,” Namjoon tells them, attempting to find any way out of this.

           “Oh, she does? Then wouldn’t she have made it clear she wasn’t interested the last time you saw her? Or was she too busy making out with you to decline?” Yoongi asks. He pushes the bill of his hat further up his forehead before adjusting his posture.

           “I don’t know,” Namjoon shakes his head again.

           “You’ve been dating for a few weeks, it’ll be fine,” Ho-Seok reminds him.

           “But, what if she-

           “Just call her! You’re hypothesizing based on nothing. She’s clearly into you, you’ve gone on many dates, just fucking ask her,” Yoongi snaps, eyes moving from Namjoon’s back to his computer where he had been busying himself with trying to amplify his vocal line while simultaneously not diminishing Namjoon’s under him, while creating a fade of Ho-Seok’s in and out at the appropriate syllables.

           “I just,” Namjoon sighs.

           “She already likes you,” Ho-Seok reminds him, eyes drifting from the notebook he’s been jotting lyrics in to Namjoon. “She wants to be more than friends, what are you so afraid of?”

           Joon does’t have an answer, because he’s not really sure what he’s afraid of. It’s not that you’ll say no, and turn him down completely, but maybe it’s that you’ll say yes, and this thing between you will become something real and solid, something he’ll have to make time for, will want to make time for… Someone other than his six brothers to fill his time. It’s all he wants, but it’s uncharted territory for him, and he’s truly terrified.

           “I’ll be right back,” Namjoon decides as he turns towards the door and walks out of Yoongi’s studio. He loves being in Yoongi’s studio, it’s stripped back, simple, modern, so very Yoongi. Namjoon’s is cluttered, plants, photos, ARMY memorabilia sprawled around the room. It’s refreshing getting out of his space and spending time elsewhere, even if it’s only a few meters away. But now, in search of a quiet place, Namjoon is typing his code into his studio door and walking in, lights automatically turning on.

           He finds your contact in his phone easily, like he hasn’t spent copious amounts of time staring at it, and presses CALL. It rings once. Then twice. On the third time, as his confidence is immediately shattered by your voice.

           “Hey Joonie B Jones,” You say laughing, a lighthearted trill that sparks a flame in him.

           “Hi Y/N,” He says, voice soft in your ear.

           “What are you up to? I thought you were going to be in the studio all day?” You ask, reaching for your TV remote to turn the volume down, your favorite Christmas movie playing in the background.

           “What are you watching?” He asks, trying to ascertain the film from the snippet.

           “While You Were Sleeping,” You tell him.

           “You’ve mentioned that one before,”

           “It’s my favorite,” You inform him.

           “Mm, we should watch it together,” He offers.

           “A movie date?” You ask.

           “Yeah, something like that,” He exhales, this didn’t have to be so complicated.

           “It’s a date,” You respond.

           Namjoon swears to Yoongi and Ho-Seok that he’ll ask you that night, during your movie night, that he’ll muster up the courage. And he will. He swears.

           But in the three hours he’s been at your place, arm draped loosely around your shoulders as you watch your favorite Christmas film, Namjoon continues to be nagged by the feeling that he’s going to let the entire night pass without asking.

           “This is one of my favorite parts,” You say, pulling him out of his reverie. “Pay attention!”

           Namjoon’s eyes refocus on the screen as Bill Pullman begins his epic monologue on the difference between hugging and leaning. Namjoon’s trying to focus, but out of the corner of his eye he sees you, lips moving as you say the words in time with Bill, eyes wide, body leaning out of his grasp to get as close to the screen as possible.

           “Isn’t it so romantic?” You ask, eyes turning to him. He smiles, dimples and all.

           “Yes, it is,” He responds before he’s leaning towards you, hand cupping your cheek, lips gently hovering over yours. “It’s about wanting, and receiving,”

           You nod your head, eyes closed in anticipation, willing to receive him in any way. It’s excruciating, waiting, though its no more than three seconds, you’re already feeling needy and far more turned on than seems necessary for such a small gesture. Nevertheless, you’re hungrily reaching for him, closing the space between you. It’s his hands in your hair and his teeth tugging your bottom lip that begins to unravel you.

          Admittedly, you can’t get enough of him, of his mind, of his hands, of his thoughtfulness, of those mother fucking dimples. You’re constantly hoping for any form of contact from him, a text, a call, a date, anything that allows you time in his presence, a gift he can’t always give. If you were honest with yourself, you’d tell yourself to get a damn grip. You’d remind yourself that you were falling down a slippery slope… and by falling you really meant alpine skiing down it, no sign of stopping. All you wanted was more. More of this, more of his hands, more of his time, more than a casual date here and there.

          Pulling away from him, you blush, swollen bottom lip between your teeth as your eyes try to read Joon’s expression.

          “April, May, Joon, what are you thinking about?” You ask, your playful names eliciting a toothy grin from him.

          “I know that this is, maybe too early in the game, but I just thought I’d ask you, um,” Namjoon shakes his head, lust has filled it and he’s trying to get a hold of himself.

          “Joon-Bug, just ask,” You say, hoping he can’t hear your heartbeat increasing rapidly, nerves over what he’s going to say beginning to flood your mind. Does he want to stop seeing you? Does he want you to be his girlfriend? Does he want to fuck you over the end credits to your favorite movie? Are you moving to fast? Though how could he constitute the handful of dates you’ve been on after years of friendship moving too fast? Couldn’t he just fucking say it?

          “Hey, come back,” He whispers, eyes gleaning the stress in yours.

          “Sorry, you just, you’ve got me worried,” You say, eyes cast down on your hands, which are still tight in his.

          “Nothing to be worried about,” He says, hand leaving yours to nudge your chin up, eyes level with his. If you’re not mistaking, he’s still leaning ever so slightly over you.

          Namjoon exhales, locking himself into this decision and speaks, “I was just going to ask, what are you doing New Year’s Eve?”

Next: Till the Morning Light

[vminity21]

Meet Me in the Garden | myg

Pairing: student!Yoongi x student!reader, college!au, friendshiptolovers!au

Genre: fluff/mildangst

Word Count: 2k

Warning(s): stress involving college, rating: pg, other: forever dedicated to my dearest friend Mo

Summary: When the stress of life seems to get in the way, your newfound friend steps in- becoming a place that you can finally call home.

It doesn't help when the hounding of your alarm flutters your eyelids to the greeting of the dark window haunting your weakened limbs with the reminder that sends a bundle of nerves cocooning within your tummy. And, it coincidentally doesn't help when you prepare your morning for the first day of college that none of your friends will be there to welcome you. Motivation, you find, can be derived from a freshly brewed cup of coffee which now rests in a holder next to your steering wheel tempting frequent sips to awaken your senses.

The front of the building comes into view once you park; your fingers unintentionally tighten their grip upon your backpack straps once you halt your steps, gulping down whatever anxiety trying to breakthrough your swarming mind. Students walk along the sides of your peripherals, books decorating their arms, scuffling shoes against the cement, faint sounds of hushed conversations, yet you can hardly make yourself continue forward, trying to remember the exact direction of your first class.

Preferably, you'd much rather explore the grounds as you have before, but obviously with lack of time, you must proceed to your eight am definition of purgatory, letting the adventures of the campus disperse for now. You're not even aware, once sauntering into the room, choosing a seat farthest away from any individual, that a gentle pair of brown eyes can't seem to avert from your tense frame. He observes the shaky way your hands gather your items before you, gliding the tip of a pencil upon a freshly opened notebook awaiting the, what he predicts, monotone voice of the professor to begin. It takes weeks for the young man to finally collect the bravery to approach you one day when he discovers your presence within the library where the side of your head firmly rests against the palm of your hand steadied by the tip of your elbow upon the table.

You're fighting the urge to fall asleep due to hours of studying, and he can tell; gently, he hangs his bag off the side of the wooden chair to then carefully taking a seat across from you. By this point, you're cognizant of a few names within your classes, and you hardly want to look up at whoever unexpectedly decided to join you within your space, but your rigid shoulders give the stranger enough warning to not cause any trouble.

"Hi," he eventually murmurs, your eyes widening while they move to view the timid voice. Blonde tufts are hidden away beneath an upright beanie leading to almond eyes that mirror the timorous way he folds his hands together- a small grin apparent in his features bringing memories of the recent projects that were randomly selected for presentation- you immediately remember being a fan of his powerpoint that spoke of taking care of the earth and all it has to offer.

"Hi," your hand slips to rest onto the table, the pace of your heart quickening in reaction to the reddened hue of your cheeks. When meeting new people, there are moments where you tend to be shy, especially with the unforeseen situation involving someone you happen to see as striking with a minuscule sprinkle of mystery. There are times you'd catch yourself glancing in his direction, but with the muddled state of homework and numerous assignments as well as the starting of a new job, you haven't found the time to ponder it, nor wonder when a friendship from anyone will finally progress to where the loneliness disappears. You just didn't think that your noticing the quiet pupil who assigned his seat diagonally behind you would take the initiative to befriend you.

"My name's Yoongi," he offers a soft hand that yours swiftly nestles into, "May I ask yours?"

"[Y/N]," you nod politely, "It's very nice to meet you, Yoongi,"

Life leads into another month where laughter exuberates from a gummy smile- fluffy tendrils of blonde hair tickle at the bottom of your chin where he leans into you- his eyes scrunch into crescents, his hands clapping to the joke you made encircling your heart with streams of emotion you suppress into secrecy. "You mean to tell me you've never been there?" When the hour dims to accepting the fate of an essay, it is professed to you that the campus, that you assumed you have seen the entirety of, happens to have a garden hidden away at the edge of where the college borders the surrounding community.

"I mean, I never noticed it on the campus map, is it new?" Your eyes fondly gaze at your newfound friend enjoying the proximity of where his knee brushes the side of yours taking everything in you not to reach for his thin fingers.

"According to the website, it's been there since the college was built,"

"Well, then I guess I've been living under a rock-"

"Not anymore," Yoongi springs to his feet whirling around to showcase his flattened palm whilst bowing elegantly, "Follow me, perhaps?"

You hesitate on purpose reading his umber eyes that sing adventure reluctantly grasping his hand to sprint behind him until the path breaks into the opening of what exposes myriads of flourishing pink petals encompassing greenery in the forms of trees, stems, or vines that wrap around golden traces of railings where dark benches rest along the stone walkway. The trickling sound of water perks your auditory senses in the direction of where a tall fountain lives within the center of the area prompting a gasp of awe while your eyes scan the scenery.

"Yoongi, it's beautiful," you breathe, hardly registering the squeeze of his hand still wrapped around yours. "I wish I would have brought my camera,"

"I knew you'd love it," he whispers- although your eyes are entranced by the beauty enveloping your sight, Yoongi's eyes remain on you, because from that day forward he knows, if he can do anything to make you this happy, he will never stop trying no matter how long or how much it takes. It's funny how the tables turn in the sense of, the next visit to the garden, after a long morning of exams, that you can't seem to take your eyes off him. His blonde hair fluffs upon his forehead with a wavy tint exposing small hoop earrings adorning his earlobes completing the way his faded blue shirt fits loosely on his figure.

After the time he introduced you to this land of tranquility, you haven't failed to bring your camera, creating panoramas of colorful roses that perfume their fragrance throughout the location. When you turn to see a skipping Yoongi, you know exactly what you would love to photograph next. The mere second his rump plops onto the widened railing between two deep, brown pots painting nicely with giant palm trees scattered behind him- he poses instinctively, kicking his leg out in front of him, embellishing a small smile where the pearls of his teeth shine.

"Okay, that's enough-" he prepares to hop off.

"No!" Your free hand flies out in front of you, "Just one more, Yoon, please,"

"[Y/N]" he teasingly whines leaning back to cause the knuckles of his hands to turn pale from the way he grips the railing, "You know I detest pictures,"

"Incorrect sir, you detest being in them. Now, diddly done cooperate, so I can get a closeup of them heavenly cheekbones of yours,"

His lips press into a tight thin-lipped smile before he relaxes into another position, "Okay, are you done?" He voices the very instant the click of the camera enters the atmosphere, him landing on his feet from where he shoves off the railing. Shaking your head at him playfully, you check for confirmation that the photo was taken, sighing in joy when indeed it was.

Pictures that will forever be etched in your heart for the memories he continues to burn into your existence. Sporadic trips to the garden are all you look forward to in the months to come- whispering shared secrets no one has ever known, boisterous laughter reverberating to the sky, subtle glimpses where words are left unspoken, and the very moment his fingertips brush the back of your hand leading to surprised eyes and quickened pulses- never in your wildest dreams did you think someone so special could take a hold of your heart as much as he has.

It's when bouts of sudden financial battles seem to outweigh the thrills bringing you to your darkest times where you detach yourself mildly from the man you've been growing to love. His heart is so broken from the way your eyes pain with tears that he can't seem to diminish- wishing with all his might he can rescue you from the commotion life seems to curse you with. It's been a long time since the pair of you have visited your favorite destination, and though your distance has been devastating to Yoongi, there is one day in fact, while you are compiling your things to zip into your book bag; you stumble upon a note pinned between the windshield wipers of your car.

Fingertips snatch the note, the light breeze bending the corner, your heart swells at the words staring back at you,

Meet me in the garden, xoxo

The handwriting is undeniably recognizable and for the first time in a long time, your smile lifts with a wave of elation that you've been longing for. Hoping for. Locking your belongings in your car, you run. You run toward the one place that dissipates the world outside- the place where your soul finds a way to escape- the place that fights to see your smile to end whatever tears threatening to spill onto your face- the one place that you know, the moment your eyes find him- hands in his pockets staring at the sunsetting sky-

your heart belongs.

"Yoongi," your voice echoes. Tears roll down your face when he turns abruptly- eyes connecting before you leap to crash into his arms- him embracing you so close that nothing else seems to matter other than his warmth. "I love you," you whisper into his chest, completing the answer to the question he's been aching to know; because at last, he can proclaim his undying love for you- planning to cherish every bit of the woman he has fallen completely and irrevocably in love with.

Yoongi moves to press a tepid kiss to your forehead, your lids squeezing shut from how much you wish he would do it again and again. Frames swaying tenderly, he refuses to let you go; instead, faces near, the tip of his nose tickles your cheek just enough to where his parted lips pause almost a centimeter from yours. The gesture is just enough to still your breathing before the beautiful beat of butterfly wings soar through every inch of your chest- eyes flickering to stare into his that are creased at the corners from a growing smile,

"And, I love you, [Y/N],"

With that, all turmoil disappears the instant his fervid lips sweep yours in the most graceful motion resembling the gentle sensation of rose petals- emotions blossoming nothing but endless bliss fulfills every ounce of happiness the pair of you have dreamed for each other. Just when you thought life would continue to deem you with loneliness, there came a hero to brighten your days to follow, and the days that have yet to come; a hero who has shown you what it's like to discover a form of ebullience when you need it most. The garden may have always given a wondrous background- an ethereal view of solace- a natural world of simplicity; but more than anything, beyond what words can illiterate,

the garden became a home for your place which is right here in Yoongi's arms.

[joontier]

“Dad!”

--> Pairing: Yoongi x reader

--> Genre/warnings: SMUUUUUUT, that is all, thank you

--> Words: 2.5k

--> Summary: Yoongi can’t keep his hands to himself even if you’re just sitting there beside him…sans-underwear

—> Note: I haven’t had the time to fix the links yet, but you guys can check parts 1 and 2 in my masterlist

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

March 06, 2029

Yoongi sits up in bed, eyes squinting as he scans the dimly lit room, the sunlight trying to break through the curtain slits. You were snoring softly on a pillow, considering you stole the same from him the previous night. He yawns as he moves his foot around, blindly looking for the other pair of his slippers.

It’s been exactly three months since you gave birth to Byungchul, and the responsibilities of a father and a husband were taking its toll on Yoongi. Your husband’s stress levels definitely reached its peak this time and with the insane sleeping patterns – which he still hasn’t gotten accustomed to since the start of your pregnancy until your son’s birth – Yoongi looks worse than a clapped-out junkie.

Having had the mentality that all the fuss would’ve been over once the baby comes out, Yoongi was overjoyed when you gave birth on the sixth of December the previous year. One look at Byungchul was all it took before tears started rolling down his cheeks. Mainly because the realization of finally being a father overwhelmed him at that moment because he thought he would no longer have to deal with your midnight cravings and bizarre antics during your pregnancy.

Boy was he wrong.

First week into parenthood, Yoongi gulps down at least three mugs of coffee a day, rushing over to Byungchul’s crib when he hears the slightest of cries. Both your mom and mother-in-law demanded that you rest for a while after having dealt with nearly a day in labor. Hence, Yoongi had to take on the responsibility of taking care of Byungchul as well as most of the daily chores.

Although there were countless times when you offered to help your husband, Yoongi was caring and understanding enough to decline each time because he knew he’d end up doing it altogether if you did try to ‘help’ him. Just like that time when you said you’d clean up after ordering Chinese take-out for dinner and when he returns from putting the baby to sleep, he sees you snoring against the couch in the living room, clutching a pair of chopsticks to your chest.

Today seemed like an exception though. Your husband didn’t wake at the sound of Byungchul wailing for the first time in what felt like forever. When he tried to lie down again to get back to sleep, he just tossed and turned for a few minutes before sitting back up, realizing he wasn’t going back to his slumber anytime soon. It was like he was already anticipating Byungchul’s cries ringing through his ears in the middle of the night.

Heading over to the baby’s crib, he peeks and leans over the plastic columns and traces light patters on his son’s pajama-clad tummy. He smiled as he remembered the first photo of his son he released to the public. It was a photo of Byungchul sleeping with arms and legs spread in all directions, resembling a starfish. He’d accompanied it with a zoomed-in picture of his son’s bun-like arms, captioning it with a bread emoji.

Yoongi pats Byungchul’s head gently a few times before he heads to the kitchen to start the day early.

Flipping the last pancake with one swift motion, Yoongi sets the pan down and turns off the stove, bringing his plate of the Min-Yoongi-pancake-special recipe over the dining table. He sat down on the wooden chair and crossed his legs as he squeezed a generous amount of syrup onto the stack of pancakes.

He cuts a large slice from the stack with his fork, closing his eyes for a moment as he savors the self-proclaimed excellence of his own specialty breakfast. Yoongi hears muted footsteps on the carpeted floor, momentarily pausing his eating to watch you pad slowly towards the kitchen, solely depending on your sense of smell as your eyes remain shut.

Yoongi pulls out a chair for you beside him and you plop down and rest your head on his shoulder. Before your hands could grab a bite from his plate, Yoongi swats your hand away and slides his plate farther from you. He tells you that he’s left you another serving on the counter and you mutter a curse before getting up and stomping exaggeratedly towards the counter.

As you stand a few meters away from Yoongi, your husband’s breath hitches as he finally takes in what you wore to bed last night. It literally wasn’t much. You were wearing one of Yoongi’s favorite white large shirts. But the way its hem just reached your thighs and assumingly, the fact that you weren’t wearing anything else underneath so you cold-induced nipples were trying to poke their way out of the shirt made something snap inside Yoongi.

This was only one of the many charms you had that convinced Yoongi to ask you to stay with him for the rest of your life. He always let you knew that you looked sexiest when getting up from bed – despite the nest-like hair, flammable breath, and that line of dried saliva on your chin, there was no greater honor to him than waking up to that sight. Yoongi still loves you nevertheless, wondering how you always managed to look beautiful even in the unlikeliest of times.

It was driving Yoongi nuts, looking achingly seductive like that, even if he only saw your back and a glimpse of your side profile. Yoongi takes a swig of the water beside him as you rummage through the drawers looking for cutlery, eventually bending down to check the bottom ones. How could you possibly not know where they’re placed when you’ve been living under the same roof for nearly three years already?!

He isn’t even the slightest bit doubtful that you weren’t doing this on purpose (well, you had the tendency to be quite dramatic from time to time) and he gulps as you bend over one more time, his shirt riding up your legs and finally confirming that you were, in fact, not wearing any underwear, at all.

Well, shit.

He quickly looks away, blocking all the indecent thoughts before they consume him and failing miserably at that. As Yoongi tries to peek one more time, he comes face-to-face with you, eyes nothing short of worry for your husband. Instead, he sees a glint of playfulness in them.

“Yoongs, is something bothering you?”

Was that even a question? His eyes travel down your cheeks to your neckline and when he gets a glimpse of your breasts due to the looseness of his shirt on you, all hell seems to break loose. It’s been too long since he got to touch you, feel you. Yoongi doesn’t know how he lasted a year without sex if it weren’t for the busy schedule divided between work and taking care of you and Byungchul. You return to your chair when he doesn’t respond, acting as if the tension isn’t as clear as day.

Fuck, you looked so enticing just beside him. Sans underwear, hair tied up in a messy bun, smothering whipped cream all over the pancakes. There was nothing he could do when he felt his cock straining against his boxers, knowing that you were the only person in this world who could give him an instant hard-on doing the most mundane of tasks.

Min Yoongi is known to be an avid risk-taker, that’s why when he sees an opportunity, he grabs it – regardless of how it may end. Which is why when you accidentally spread whipped cream across your cheek trying to gobble up an entire pancake, your husband closes the distance between you two, swiping his tongue across your cheek to clean up your mess.

A giggle escapes your lips and his heart wrenches, feeling bad for having inappropriate thoughts this early in the morning. Of course, you probably still needed your post-natal rest – the unimaginable pain of giving birth recently. “You could’ve just told me Yoongs, no need to go Holly on me.” You reprimand him in a playful tone, pinching his cheek as you grab a napkin to wipe his saliva off your face. Yoongi gives you back your personal space, trying to picture Namjoon wearing a sailor moon outfit to get his dick back down.

While Yoongi proceeds to finish his cup of coffee, you muttered something that had Yoongi choking on his drink, spluttering drops of coffee on the table. “Don’t think I don’t see that problem of yours down there Min Yoongi.” He finds your hand slowly massaging his thigh, circling dangerously near his crotch. Ah, fuck it. He was about to get lucky this early in the morning, and Namjoon in that ridiculous costume isn’t about to spoil it.

Yoongi swallows when your hand travels inside his boxers, fisting his dick while you finish the rest of your pancakes. “Take that off for me,” you order, releasing his cock from your grip as you bring the plates to the dishwasher. When you return, you tilt your head towards the table, motioning him to sit on it so you won’t have to deal with sore knees afterwards.

Your husband slowly gets up from his chair and onto the table, cock already twitching in anticipation. Yoongi takes your hand and pulls you between his legs, kissing you feverishly. You waste no time in letting your hands roam his body, enjoying the way he’s gained weight since your pregnancy, indulging in your pregnancy cravings as well.

You lower down on your seat, your fingernails prickling his skin with goosebumps, enjoying his reactions. You lick your lips before you slowly dive in, teasing the tip and circling your tongue around the head, gauging your husband’s reaction. Yoongi grunts when you take more, throwing his head back when he feels his cock disappear between your lips.

He nearly loses it when you suck around his cock, a low hum escaping your lips. The feeling is familiar but foreign at the same time, a prominent baby bump proving to be difficult to deal with during sexy time with you. You’re still just as skilled with your mouth, though definitely hotter this time. Must be the post-natal glow - Yoongi notes mentally, picturing getting you pregnant again if that means he gets to reap what he’s sown so wonderfully.

You draw your mouth back slowly and sink down on it again, taking pleasure in the groan of bliss you draw out from Yoongi. Slowly and steadily, you fall into a rhythm of sliding his cock between your lips, occasionally taking a peek at your husband whose grip in your hair tightens by the second. He’s close, you reckon - tell-tale signs all etched in memory from your shared intimacies in the past. Yoongi gasps loudly when he cums, his whole body quivering as his cock softens in your mouth.

Yoongi hoists you up for him to sit where you’ve been and pulls you down to sit on his thighs. You feel his dick almost ready again as he sits you near his crotch, the only thing separating you is your husband’s oversized shirt. His cold fingers wander beneath the large piece of clothing where Yoongi finds the need to fulfill his desire of touching you, large hands groping your breasts and tracing outlines on the expanse of your skin.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Yoongi states, sliding a finger through your folds. Dangerously testing the waters by shallowly dipping a digit and removing it and repeating the action all over again. “Yoongi,” you hiss as your grip on his forearms tighten. “I need your cock. Now.” He spares no time in removing his shirt on you, knowing that you have a secret clothed-sex kink from a drunken rant he’d accidentally listened to while you were talking to your friend while he was away for a concert.

He lays you down on the table, feet dangling off the edge and legs already spread open for him. Yoongi slides into you with ease, resisting the strong urge to cum on impact. He nestles himself deep within your walls, reveling in the feeling of his cock a snug fit inside your warm pussy. It’s been so long and it’s with a particular squeezing of your walls that reminds him that his palm could never identify with how your pussy feels.

“God, princess,” Yoongi moans, steadily rocking his hips back and forth. He takes his time with you, pushing his cock so deep that every thrust still has you clutching on the edges of table. “Yoongi,” you moan softly as his eyes close for a moment, savoring the feeling. With one hand on your hip, he trails the other beneath your shirt, lifting it up a little so one breast is exposed and the other still hidden under its confines.

You can tell how much he’s missed this as much as you. He looks down at you with lust darkened eyes, chest rising and falling in time with his hips. As much as you enjoyed slow sex with Yoongi, you can’t help but goad him on whining when you tell him to go faster.

Yoongi grabs hooks his hands under your knees and straightens your legs so they’re resting against his shoulders. You can’t help the loud cry that escapes your lips when he draws back and thrusts into you at once, impaling you with his cock. Your vision is getting blurry as your husband continues to drill into you, that familiar feeling at the pit of your stomach growing drastically by the second.

It’s with this particular angle that Yoongi is hitting that sweet spot and in a few seconds you and Yoongi finally reach your high and it’s the most beautiful thing ever because you rarely climax at the same time. Yoongi continues to back and forth between your folds, riding out his high.

Your orgasm is so strong that your legs are still trembling slightly when Yoongi guides them down from his shoulders. He peppers kisses on your thigh first, then your neck and your cheek, sitting down on a chair when he deems his post-sex pampering over.

Yoongi looks blissed out, a lovely rosy tinge coloring his cheeks. He feels like he’s been provided with renewed strength despite what just transpired a few moments ago. You sit up, only to enjoy what a view Yoongi is after times like this. There’s a sheen layer of sweat on his torso, giving it a slight glimmer when the sunlight slipping through the curtains touches his skin.

You open your mouth to say something when you hear the baby’s first cry of the day. Yoongi looks up at you from the chair and gets up, assuring you that he’ll handle it. Once he’s taken a few steps away you call at him, “Where’s my dessert?!” Yoongi scowls hard as he turns back to face you, pointing a thumb against his chest. “That wasn’t enough dessert yet?” Yoongi’s scowl turns into a sinister smile before he walks away again.

“Better get ready for round 2 later then!” he says with a wave, disappearing from your sight.

[skyeliu]

Hidden Side

Hidden Side

Pairing: BTS x Y/N

Genre: Cute, fluffy, short.

au’s: STILL IDOL, secret relationship(insecurity), life at home, living together.

Warnings: Family Friendly Kids Friendly, PG13.

Common Plot: You start dating, but it remains a secret since they are still top idols in Korea. He rents an apartment just one floor below their dorm under your name, so he can make his daily visit.

Jin x Y/N

Possession

Jin never occurred to you as the possessive type before you start dating. He has always presented himself as the silly member who has a horrible sense of humor in front of the camera. However, after he asked you out and got the apartment one floor below, he has shown a hidden side of his...

“Where were you last night?”

“Were you looking at the guy across the hallway? “

...

“Who are you talking to?”

“JIN.”

You finally get tired of all the questions, and snapped at the dinner table when he “calls you out” while you are merely texting your friend back.

Jin finally realizes he has been overly attentive on your business. He rubs his temples in frustration and apologizes gently.

“I’m sorry baby. It’s just...”

“What?” You are still a little angry at him, and nothing would help more than a reasonable explanation.

“You are mine... Just because not that many people know doesn’t change the fact that,” he pauses a little, stares straight into your eyes: “you are mine.”

You are not the only one insecure about the relationship, but that is the moment when you know:

He is yours, and you are his.

Yoongi x Y/N

Overly Physical

You never thought there’d be a day you can hold Min Yoongi’s hand walking Min Holly with him. But it happened, so naturally.

Not much changed, he’s still a quiet workaholic who forgets your dates and falls asleep in the studio all the time.

Most people would feel pretty insecure at this point, but not you, because you know a lot of the time, it’s the little things that matter.

You know that as long as you are around, part of Yoongi’s attention is always on you. When he is not doing anything with his hands, he always grabs yours and hold them tightly.

Unlike him, you talk a lot, mostly meaningless bits and pieces that happened, and when you are going on and on with your small talks, he always leans towards you and listens closely while playing with your hair unintentionally.

Yoongi isn’t a big hugger, but definitely a kisser. Little pecks that fall on your cheeks and necks, deep kisses when nobody is looking.

He really gets overly physical and clingy with you.

And you love it.

Hoseok x Y/N

Cooking

Hoseok isn’t that good at cooking, plus with Jin living with him upstairs and the managers feeding them with nutritious food, he really didn’t have much to worry about. But once he realized you have been living on takeouts and cupped noodles, he insisted to come downstairs and cook for you when he is available.

You are actually a really good cook, you just get lazy and don’t see the point of cooking only for one.

You didn’t reveal your secret cooking skill at first, because you thought it was just gonna be a half-hearted passion of his that will go away soon. Besides, it’s truly heartwarming to see him take care of you in his own way.

But after he kept running downstairs almost everyday for a month or so, you realized he’s taking this seriously. So you begin shopping for groceries, and you start to cook. Now instead of facing a mess in the kitchen, Hoseok sees a well-cooked three-course meal with you at the table.

Cooking then became one of your favorite activities with him, you like it the most when he hugs you from behind and drops some gentle pecks on the back of you neck.

He knows you always felt insecure about this secret relationship, so he might not be the best cook, but definitely the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

Namjoon x Y/N

Pictures

Although Namjoon and you can’t post anything publicly about this secret relationship, but he really likes carrying his cameras with him when you go on a date.

You don’t think you are a great photographer, but he gets so happy when you take a picture of him and often time the pictures you take end up on the BTS official Twitter.

He takes a lot of pictures of you when you are not paying attention. He’d pick out the best ones and pick the best filters to put over them before he proudly presents them to you.

The two of you created a private Instagram account with a default profile photo, that only has you and him as followers. All the couple pictures went on the page so you can refer back on them when you want to.

Your personal favorite-

is the one you took at a little classy restaurant out of the city.

His face is surrounded by warm lights,

and you can see your reflection so clearly in his eyes.

Jimin x Y/N

Matching

Jimin really likes shopping with you, although you have to keep a safe distance from him for confidentiality. It frustrates him a lot that he can’t even hold your hands outside the building, but that’s the closest you can get to a normal couple’s date.

The part he loves the most is always the couple section where they sell matching clothes and matching items like plushies and keychains. Jimin really can’t get tired of them, and he makes sure you put them on, too.

You always leave something personal on the matching stuff the two of you get, such as sewing your initials on the inside of the shirt. In return, he keeps the stuff you get with him for a couple of weeks before returning them to you with “part of him on it”.

As a public figure who gets photographed a lot, all the matching items quickly become a trend, a lot of fans are buying the matching ones to couple up with their idol, so to most people, you are just another crazy Jimin stan that gets whatever he gets.

Only you and he know how special they are.

And that is good enough.

Taehyung x Y/N

Gifts

You don’t know what’s going on in Taehyung’s mind 75% of the time, and it actually hit you with a surprise when he confessed he developed a crush on you.

He is indeed a very clingy boyfriend. You even hear the members jokingly complain the amount of time he’s spending with you is making them jealous.

You work at BigHit in the sound department, so basically a couple floors above where their dance practice rooms are. So unavoidably, Taehyung runs upstairs just to stay with you all the time to the point even Pang PD had to have a serious conversation with him about it.

Now that he’s not allowed to spend time with you at the company anymore, he turns to making you small gifts when he’s on a break from work.

It didn’t take long for him to fill your workplace full of the silly stuff he gave you such as a small ugly wool felt doll he made apparently “based on your image.”

You honestly love these little things so much. You know neither you and Taehyung are the crafty type, he might have the guts to go for it anyways, but you’d rather play safe and do what you are best at. So you start writing short songs for him and made a compilation of all the clips of you singing for him as his surprise birthday gift this year.

He turned silent right when the clips start playing on the TV, and when you turn around to check, you see him tearing up and quietly sobbing before showering you with soft kisses on your forehead and cheeks.

He only asks for so little, all you did was to show the minimal amount of your affection to him, and now you are his entire world.

Jungkook x Y/N

Vocal

Before you start dating, you always thought Jungkook is the quiet and shy type. It is partially true, and it used to frustrate you that he’d never look you in the eyes.

You’ve had a crush on Jungkook for forever, but you never thought it’d actually work out, so all you did was doing the most that was appropriate for you to do and keeping your distance.

His confession hit you with a surprise, and once you said yes, he got a lot more vocal than he ever was.

He’s still too shy to be cute with you in front of others, but when there are just the two of you, he would constantly ask you to call his names and say you love him.

You don’t mind, and you have been a pretty expressive person anyways, so you’d always kiss him good morning and goodbye, tell him how glad you are that now you are with him.

You know how much insecurity Jungkook feels since their relationship has to stay low-key for a really really long time, because you feel the same.

You figured that the most you can provide him is reassuring how much you love him over and over, because as the youngest member of the group, he already has enough on his shoulder.

One day he visited you right after he got out from practice, which is quite unusual for Jungkook, he usually prefers washing up and resting a bit before coming downstairs, but this one day in particular, he just showed up at your door rather early on that rainy evening.

He eagerly puts his arms around you the moment after you open the door, you could smell the rain and feel the water dripping from the tip of his hair.

You gently pat on his back: “Jungkook, you are gonna catch a cold, come in and change. ”

He didn’t say anything in response, just buried his head deeper in your neck.

“I love you, Y/N. I love you so much. I know I suck at expressing it, and I’m demanding and I….”He is stuttering on his words, and when you turn your head a little, you can just see how red his ears are.

“You are the most precious person, and the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

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Coffee Break

Title: Coffee Break Group: BTS Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader Genre: Fluff Type: Photo-based snippet Requested: No

Note: Omg this is my first BTS scenario. I don’t know why I’m quite nervous about posting this. I want Mother Earth to gobble me up ugh huhuhu.

This is quite crappy though because it’s been a while since I wrote something (I was busy for my thesis and I still am). I just needed a little mental exercise so that’s why I wrote this. Aaahhh, spare me! It’s my first time writing a BTS fanfic snippet. 

By the way, this is in reader’s POV. *hides*

It was one of the rare privileges that I had: spending time with my boyfriend even though both of us were working. I decided to work inside his studio of our shared apartment even though I had my own office. He had a day off but he still decided to work on his music as always, and I—being a fashion designer and having my own clothing line—had some emails that need urgent responding and had some new ideas to work on.

I was sitting on his couch with my laptop on his coffee table, silently scrolling through my email inbox and clicking the emails that needed urgent responses. My hands immediately went to the keyboard and started typing my replies. The loud sounds my keyboard typing filled the quiet studio. I was normally fast at typing, and an aggressive one at that (as what my mom would say and would even complain that one day, one of my keyboard keys would fly off).

It didn't even take long for me to hear Yoongi clicking his mouse, probably arranging some instrumentals of his another song. Just as much as I was fast at typing my replies, he was also quick on arranging music. I'd say he was a prodigy, like he was definitely born and destined to create music. And that's what made me fall in love with him. He was an inspiration and a role model for people especially who're passionate about their dreams like me.

Another click from his mouse was heard and immediately, a demo music blasted through his speakers. Both of us just casually listened to it; Yoongi just leaning back to his computer chair while I just continued reading and responding to emails regarding about the design projects that are due two weeks from now. I took my bullet journal that was on top of my portfolio designs beside my laptop and started scribbling my schedule for next week.

Seeing how much I was going to be busy, I sighed, a habit I’ve always done whenever I'm frustrated. I felt Yoongi's gaze on mine but I didn't pay any attention to it and just continued answering emails. I opened another website and booked my flight to London next week because my boss had messaged me that I needed to run some errands (which was just going to a company factory to check some progress). I sighed once again, out of habit. It was going to be a busy week, next week.

Yoongi suddenly started rapping the lyrics he scribbled in his little notebook, then pausing the song halfway to hunch over his table and scribble some changes or adding the missing words in between. Then I heard him dropping his pen on the table and started playing the song again. I unknowingly closed my eyes and listened to his raps. If there was one word to describe Yoongi's rapping, it's versatile. One moment, he'd be breathing fire with his aggressive raps then the next, it would be extremely laid-back and chill. Currently, it was the latter. And I could seriously listen to it the whole day.

Well, if it weren't for a notification that rang on my phone. I was snapped out of my reverie and I immediately opened the notification. I groaned louder than intended, once again out of habit. One of the newbie assistant designers of my clothing line business had messed up and I had to fix it somehow. I sighed and dropped my phone on the sofa. I closed my laptop and leaned on the back rest as I stared at the ceiling. For the umpteenth time, I sighed out of habit.

"Babe?" Yoongi called, pausing the music, "Are you okay? You seemed more stressed than I am."

I sat up straight and looked at him, giving him a wry smile, "I'm fine,"

He raised his eyebrow, "You don't look fine," he stated a matter-of-fact and that's when I knew I couldn't hide it from him. It was his turn to sigh now as he stood up from his seat. He then grabbed his black jacket that was hanging on the backrest of his computer chair, "You look like you need some caffeine. Come, we'll talk this over coffee."

"But what about your work?"

Yoongi said my name, prolonging the last vowel of my name in a slightly frustrated tone. "Work can wait, both yours and mine. For now, let's take a break. We could both use one, you especially."

"I can't say 'no' to you, can I?" I chuckled as I stood up from his couch.

"You can't because I'm irresistible." Yoongi confidently declared and I jokingly slapped his arm, the both of us laughing afterwards.

We went to our favorite coffee shop that was a ten-minute walk from our apartment. It had a modern vintage ambiance which helped us relax, whether we brought our laptops here to work or just drink coffee leisurely. The smell of grounded coffee wafting through our nose had already eased my tensed emotions. The ceiling lights enclosed in a symmetric and industrial cage design has always satisfied my inner interior designer self. And a coffee shop interior wouldn't be complete without quotes and drawings about coffee hanging on the brick wall.

Yoongi skimmed through the menu and started ordering. He ordered black coffee as always and I told him I wanted mocha latte and strawberry cream puffs. In the process of de-stressing, I always get hungry. But he never complained anyway. He just obliged and insisted that it's his treat even though I could manage to pay for my orders. He always does that and it left me feeling like I'm leeching his money even though I could earn as much for a living.

"I told you, you're not leeching my money." He whispered after taking his change from the cashier and putting it in his wallet. Did my facial expression looked that transparent to the point that he could read my mind? "I'm treating you like how a girlfriend should be treated by his boyfriend."

My heart fluttered. He was too sweet and I don't deserve him.

He pulled me to our usual seat by the window where we could enjoy the view of the sky and the city while having long talks as we waited for our order to arrive. As soon as the both of us sat on the comfy cushioned seats, Yoongi started talking...or more like interrogating.

"So, what's stressing you out lately?"

"Work, as usual," I answered.

"Please be more specific."

"Well," I began then sighed. Here we go. Once I started rambling, there's no stopping me now, "It's just that I have a hectic schedule next week, with all of the designing projects and stuff. I'm going to fly over another country because of some errands, then there's a slight conflict that happened with a newbie assistant designer in my business,"

Somewhere along my rants, a waiter had arrived, carrying our orders. He set our coffees first then he gave me my strawberry cream puffs next. Yoongi and I muttered a small but genuine 'thank you' to the waiter and he bowed in return. As soon as he left, Yoongi took a sip of his black coffee as I resumed rambling.

"It's not that it's quite stressful, I mean we always have those. But, it's just that I won't be home next week—two weeks to be exact—because I'll be flying all over the world just for some business errands and you'll have your comeback weeks from now and it's so frustrating that we won't be able to spend some time together. I know it's part of the adulting life where our work schedules will have a conflict with our personal schedules and we couldn't spend time with each other that much but it's quite frustrating because I miss our lazy days just cuddling in bed, watching either romantic, comedy, tragedy, or horror movies, and—"

My rants were halted when I heard Yoongi chuckling...no, laughing. He was laughing at my rambles to the point that his eyes were crinkled into crescent shapes. I puffed my cheeks and glared at him. "Why are you laughing?!"

"Is that it?" He asked in between the chuckles.

"What do you mean 'is that it'?"

"I mean if you wanted to spend some time, all you have to do is ask." He paused and leaned closer, "I can always re-adjust my schedules for you,"

I shook my head, taking the ceramic cup and took a sip of my latte. "You can't do that. You're already as busy as I am. Hell you're even busier than I am."

"It's fine. I can always make time for you,"

"No, Yoongi. I don't want us to reach to the point that we're arguing just because of our hectic schedules," I sighed as I leaned to the backrest of my seat. I took a cream puff and started munching while staring at the view, "Asking to spend some time together, I will sound like a clingy girlfriend. I admit, I'm clingy as a koala. I just don't wanna go back to work with my energy drained because I didn't get to spend some quality time with my boyfriend.

"It may sound cheesy and cringy but even just a day with you recharges me. The reason why I always look forward to work is because of you, Yoongi. You have no idea how much you've inspired me."

Silence wrapped the atmosphere...well, not really because the coffee shop was playing some chill music. Yoongi stared at me as he took another sip of his black coffee. I could feel his gaze looking through my soul, and I don't know why I suddenly felt uncomfortable. Maybe it's because we're in public.

"Wow, you're just as workaholic as I am," He commented, breaking the silence between us.

I groaned, "Out of all the things to comment about, Yoongi," I whined and I heard him laugh. But before he could even retort, I sat up and looked straight into his eyes, "I can't blame you though. No matter how stressful it is, once you love your work, you'll always bound to do your best everyday."

"Then I'm in the same boat," He replied as he held my hand and gazed back into my eyes. "You're also the reason why I always look forward to doing my best at work everyday—you and ARMYs to be exact." He added, his thumb caressing my hand. I looked at him and he gave me the sweetest gummy smile he could ever muster.

"Which is why as soon as we finish our coffee break, you and I are going to spend the remaining days, hours, minutes, and seconds together. We'll make every moment worth it."

[triviuhtae]

Just Say Yes

Requested by anon!

Prompts were requested from this post!

Pairing; Taehyung x reader, ot7 mentioned

Genre; fluff

Warnings; None

Prompts;

“Don’t cry.”

“You look like you could use a hug.”

Word count; 1,279

Summary; Taehyung has a surprise for you and it’s not what you expected in the least.

Standing in the lobby of the building you work at, you wave hello to the night time security guard before glancing around once more. Taehyung had sent you a text telling you to meet him there after work so there you stood patiently, the sky getting darker outside with every second that passes. You decide to play a game on your phone, completely immersed in the bright colors and catchy music when a tap on your shoulder startles you. 

“Noona,” The maknae calls you with a smile on his face, Jungkook walking towards you as you see Jimin right behind him. 

“Jungkook? Jimin?” You question, eyebrows knitting together at the center of your forehead as you quickly shove your phone into the back pocket of your jeans. “What are you two doing here?” As you quickly give each of them a hug, you notice a small smile playing on Jungkook’s lips. Narrowing your eyes towards him so that they turn into slits, you realize it’s helpless to get any information from him. “Jimin-ssi? Where’s Tae?” 

Jimin digs into a backpack he’s wearing, pulling out a small stuffed bear that’s holding onto a big red heart. He hands it over to you, your eyes widening a bit as you raise your eyebrows in surprise and pout your lips. “I think you should follow me, please.” He tells you, beginning to walk toward the staircase at the end of one side of the building. 

You and Jungkook follow closely behind him, Jimin opening the door as you jump slightly at the sight of Namjoon. “Y/N,” He says with a smile, passing you a bouquet of roses as you tilt your head and look up at him. Extending his arm toward the staircase, you quirk an eyebrow before climbing them one by one as the other three boys are on your heels. 

Next to the door that leads to the second floor, you’re greeted by Yoongi and Hoseok, the smaller boy raising one of his hands to move the mask that covered his mouth. “This is for you.” He simply states, handing over a box of your favorite chocolates, your mouth practically drooling at the sight. From beside him, Hoseok raises his arm just as Namjoon had done on the first floor and points towards the stair case again. 

You were too stunned to say anything as you go along with their instructions. Your mind raced for possibilities as to why Taehyung would do this. It wasn’t your birthday or a holiday, hell, it wasn’t even your anniversary. You continued to ask yourself why on earth he would going to this extreme but as your eyes landed on Seokjin at the top of the staircase, your thoughts quickly dispersed. 

The other boys went ahead, each one taking back one of the items they gave you before climbing through a chute in the corner behind where Jin stood as they make their way to the roof of the building. You almost yell after them to stop, momentarily pondering the thought that they could get in trouble with the security before acknowledging the fact that Tae must have arranged a few precautions before conducting his mischievous plan.

The last present you were expecting from Taehyung was not at all what Jin was holding. As he steps closer, Jin motions for you to turn around and he places the blindfold directly over your eyes. Your surroundings become pitch black, your other sense heightened as you reach behind you for Jin. He immediately reaches for your hand and takes you towards the chute where the others had climbed up, and helps you do the same. At the top of the ladder, your hands are met with another pair as whoever it is helps you up. 

“Can I take the blindfold off now?” You ask to no one in particular, however, you only receive silence in response. When you’ve felt yourself stop moving and the hand that was once holding yours is now gone, this is when you finally decide to slowly raise your own hands to the blindfold as you slowly pull it off.

A few feet away from where you were glued to the ground is a wall full of scattered fairy lights. Polaroids and developed pictures were hung on the white cords with tiny clothes pins, the photos slightly swaying due to the wind on the rooftop. But, what really caught your attention, was the boy standing in front of the wall. 

“Tae?” You call out to him, the boy sending you a shy smile as he glances at the ground before meeting your eyes again. You break out into the biggest grin imaginable, turning your head to see the other six boys standing off to the right as you walk towards your boyfriend. Each of them was still holding onto one of the gifts Tae had given you, but the only present you could think about was the magically endearing boy waiting for you with his arms wide open.

After the two of you hug, Taehyung allows you to look at the wall of photos. Your eyes take in the, possibly, hundred photos you’ve taken over the years. Some were you two, others were of just each other, and there were even a few pictures with your other friends. You’re so mesmerized by the pictures that you laugh out loud at an old Halloween contest before turning your head and pointing at it to show Tae.

As you turn around to see where he had gone, you’re greeted by the sight of Taehyung on one knee, a black velvet box in his hands as he looks up at you with worried eyes. Almost immediately, your sight becomes blurry with the threat of tears. “Don’t cry.” He quickly says as he pulls out a crumbled-up piece of paper from his pocket. “I haven’t even said my speech yet, I promise I’ll talk fast.”

You can’t help but let out a strangled laugh, your hand flying to your mouth as you cover your lips and listen to Tae read out the reasons he loves you. Even as he reads, the tears from your eyes continue to fall silently. At one point, Tae almost gets up to comfort you, but you stop him, not wanting to ruin his perfectly thought out plan. “But... you look like you could use a hug.” He tries to argue but you only shake your head at him.

“Hurry up, Taehyungie.” Yoongi calls to him, having to cup his hands around his mouth so everyone can hear him over the busy streets. “We’re getting hungry.” 

Tae ignores his hyung’s whining as he meets your eyes once more. “To put it simply,” He states with a nervous grin before finally opening the box. “Will you marry me?” 

It doesn’t matter what the ring looks like. It doesn’t matter that all the boys were watching as you drop to your knees and hysterically cry at the sight. You were filled with so much happiness and love that all you could care about in that moment was Taehyung as he wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head. “Did you just say yes?” He inquires with a light heart, squeezing you to his chest as he attempts to take out the ring from the box and puts it on your finger.

Looking away from the jewelry, you move your hand to caress his cheek as you rub your thumb back and forth over his soft skin. “Of course, yes.” You murmur, craning your neck so that the two of you can kiss as the other boys yell in excitement in the background.

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Sweet Like Suga

|| Pairing: reader x Yoongi ||

|| Genre: Fluff ||

|| Word count: 1,277 ||

[A/N]: Because I would totally play on words and tease Yoongi so much he’d hate me. Another rewrite of something I did quite awhile back. I hope you enjoy.

I watch quietly as Yoongi gets his hair and makeup done, the artists working hard to make sure he was dressed to perfection. Once the makeup artist backs away from smudging his eyeshadow, Yoongi’s eyes flutter open, his eyes quickly finding their way to me. I smile big, his nose wrinkling upon knowing what would leave my mouth. “Please, don’t,” he pleaded.

I only giggle, singing out, “suga, suga, how ya get so fly~?”

“Stop singing that to me!” He groans, fighting back the smile that dared to stretch across those bubblegum pink lips. Of course, I wasn’t going to stop. Teasing Yoongi was one of my favorite things in the world, there was no way I’d stop anytime soon. The stylists chuckle quietly, giving touch-ups where needed before we make our way to the set. A large majority of the pictures being taken today were couple shots. Yoongi and I had been branded as a dynamic duo not only in the studio, but also when it came to photoshoots.

“As you know,” the photographer begins, “we’re portraying the other side of a relationship. The side that shows sadness, desperation, and yearning. Your expressions need to paint that picture.” We nod, the photographer mimicking the action once before moving back to one of the many cameras on set. The photographer directs a few poses for us to perform, Yoongi moving to wrap his arms around me from behind, his chest pressing against my back. My head turns to look at him over my shoulder, Yoongi’s hand cupping my cheek. Sinking into my character, I bite my lip, forcing a tear to roll down my cheek. Yoongi’s sorrowful expression appeals to those who watched in awe, whispering praises at our ability to portray exactly what the photographer envisioned. Multiple shutters from the cameras go off, Yoongi bringing his face slightly closer. “Perfect,” the photographer commends, the shutters coming to a halt as he goes to look at the pictures on his laptop.

Yoongi and I follow, gazing over the pictures from the different angles. Even unedited, the pictures were beautiful, the concept easy to decipher upon a glance. “Pretty good,” I say quietly, Yoongi humming as he focused on the photos.

“Now,” the photographer readies his camera, the others following suit, “if you could face Yoongi for this next shot.” We return to the set, my body facing Yoongi’s. We use the pose from earlier, my hands placed against Yoongi’s chest as I gaze into those dark, hollow eyes. “Move closer, please,” the photographer says, bringing his camera into focus. I press closer to Yoongi, our faces mere inches apart.

He tenses up under my hands, swallowing hard. “Your expression is really cold,” I whisper, “I guess you could say you’re suga free.”

He chuckles softly, a smile on his face, “shut up.” I smile as he relaxes under my touch, relieved I eased his tension. We immerse ourselves once more, each picture coming out beautifully.

“Alright,” the photographer sighs, “let’s get you two changed and finish up with our shoot, shall we?”

The stylists quickly usher us to our changing rooms, taking off our subtle makeup, and beginning with a blank canvas. The makeup is dark and smokey, the outfits containing hues of black, navy blue, and silver to bring the smallest ounce of light. The process is one that takes a moment, the stylists working their magic to the best of their ability. Once they’re done, I open my eyes, taking in the dark attire. My lips are a gradient red, eyeliner heavy and smudged over my eyes, lashes curled and coated with mascara. My hair is in messy curls, my hairdresser continuing to run his fingers through it, teasing the curls for volume, but also to allow them to fall a bit. “Alright,” he says, taking his hand from the curls, “you’re ready.”

I return to the set to find Yoongi looking over the photos on the laptop once more, the photographer going over poses and ways to add more variety to the shots. I can’t help but to admire Yoongi’s attire. We were dressed similar, though his appearance struck me more than my own. I couldn’t tell if it was the messy curls, his ripped skinny jeans, or the silver earrings that hung from his many piercings. I felt slightly intimidated and nervous, wondering if he’d outshine me when I stood next to him for the pictures to take place before we ended the shoot.

“Ah, there you are,” the photographer smiles, “let’s finish, shall we?” I nod, feeling Yoongi’s gaze hover over me as walk to the set. A few props had been added for versatility, the poses differing from that of the ones before. As the end of the round of pictures approached, my stomach was turning flips for the next pose to come once the photographer finished looking over the photos.

A kiss scene.

There were many reasons for my nervousness. One, this was my first kiss; two, it would not only be photographed, but others would see when the magazine was published; and three, I was sharing this kiss with Yoongi. Though the idea of kissing him wasn’t revolting and actually brought excitement—I had to admit—I still wanted to prolong the process before I’d lock lips with the boy that stood before me.

“You nervous?” Yoongi asks, tearing me out of my inner crisis.

“No,” I lie and, oh, he could tell. “Why would I be nervous?” I ask, attempting to brush off the fact that my heart was beating a hundred beats per second.

He only gives a devious smirk, “it’s your first kiss and you’re telling me you’re not the least bit nervous?”

He was teasing me and boy was he enjoying making me a flustered mess.

“S–so what?” I stutter, internally cursing at myself for it. He chuckles, poking my flushed cheeks, and I swat him away.

“Nothing~,” he drags out the syllables. As he walks past me to the set, I hear him mumble under his breath, “first and best.”

My heart beats faster, if even possible, as the time comes. The photographer gives his cue for the other photographers to start capturing Yoongi taking slow strides over to me as I stand looking off to the right, a dejected expression painted across my face. He places his hands on my waist, nuzzling into my neck. “Now, turn,” the photographer directs and I follow, Yoongi’s hands falling to caress my hips as he closes his eyes, resting his forehead against mine. I take in a shaky breath, clutching his jacket as he leans in.

“Is this okay?” Yoongi whispers and I hum softly in response before he presses his lips softly to mine. His hand lifts to incline my head, letting his own tilt to the right, his lips moving slowly against mine. My thoughts cloud, hand traveling from his chest up to his nape.

The shutters cease once the photographer pronounces the shoot can finally conclude. Yoongi pulls my bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls away, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Good...or do you need another?” He teases and I bury my head into his chest, his shoulders shaking slightly as he chuckles.

Pulling myself together, I allow him to wrap an arm around my waist as we walk back to our changing rooms. “You know,” I begin, “I wouldn’t mind another since your lips are sweet like suga.” I cackle as he quickly retreats from my side, nudging me lightly in an attempt to get me away from him.

“I fucking hate you,” he smiles wide, allowing a laugh to slip past his lips.

[d-noona]

EUPHORIA

Summary: Y/N’s best friend literally throws her out to the Lions den to be devoured by a new acquaintance Jeon Jungkook. She unravels her inner desires with a man that has only one thing in mind. To deflower her.

Words: 1351 words

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Chapter 02 - The Bar

CH. 01 - THE LITTLE BLACK DRESS

Y/N L/N was definitely NOT a party goer. She prefers to stay at home, plopped on her very single comfy bed, piled up with her teddies, kumamon, kero-keropi and assorted beanie babies. Y/N is turning 25 years old in a months time and has been single since birth. Her long wavy hair reaching just the top of her breast is adored by many, almond eyes swimming in the warmth of its hazel brown color, her caramel tanned skin, and a little more to love on the side. Her height is fairly average, but her breasts are more than plump.

More than, being an under statement as her cup size shouts double dang to the world so is her butt. Though despite this she prefers to hide her curves with baggy clothes, preferably hoodies and big pants. On a normal day, she prefers reading a book, any kind of book, doesn't matter what kind of genre it is, or probably just snack on munchies while watching anything on Netflix. Taking photos for her work, and sleeping endlessly. Y/N has never been confident about her looks, though more often than not her friends keeps assuring her otherwise. She just doesn't get it. This said, she prefers to just be alone and hide from people.

The only way for Y/N to get out of her flat is when her best friend literally drags her out of the unit. Miles Garcia, her renowned bestie for more than a decade is definitely a social butterfly. They met during college, Y/N went to a very famous Catholic all girls university, and Miles from an established Co-Ed Uni. They both clicked right away after watching some local band. Y/N was drawn to Miles, same as Miles to Y/N.

Y/N always recalled her bestie as the life of the party, her intense lust for life allures both men and women to come up to her and worship the ground she walked on. She's 25 years old, beautiful flawless skin, big brown eyes, luscious lips with a very petite figure, standing at least five foot three inches.

It was just a normal night in for Y/N, she sat on her bed, with a box of tissue on her bed side table, a bowl of her favorite chips on her lap and her TV light up as she scans the channels hoping to catch the next episode of Riverdale. She jerks in surprise as Miles comes barging in her room with an annoyed expression on her face. Judging from what her best friend was wearing she slowly feels her anxiety rise to the surface.

Oh no...here we go again....

Y/N snaps from her thought as Miles starts opening her dresser. "You need to get out or else you'll end up old, alone and weary." Miles continues as she throws a couple of outfit on Y/N's bed. "I was out earlier for your information. I went to the grocery and got these," as she points to her Doritos lazily laying on the bowl which was on top of her bed "Plus how dare you say that I'm alone? You have way too many personalities. I cant even handle. I'm good"

"Well youre gonna die a virgin" her best friend snaps back at her. Trying her best to avoid her friend she continues to munch on her chips. "I am not having that. Come on Y/N. Just for one night. Be with me? It'll be fun."

"No. Thank you" quick to answer, Y/N stands up from her bed and strides along her kitchen to grab a can of soda, then goes back to sit on her bed with Miles following her every step, once back in Y/N's room, she sits facing her. "PLEASSSEEE? I'll trade you" says her best friend. Y/N quirks up an eyebrow at Miles in curiousity wondering what her friend was offering her this time. She humms and shrugs knowing that her friend may be up to no good.

"Come on. I'll get you that camera you want! Your birthday is in a month. Its the perfect timing too. You need a new one for work you say. If you go with me tonight. I'm buying the darn thing the day after tomorrow! I promise. Pleaaaasseee bae" she whines.

Y/N, wide eyed staring at her friend, in denial. If there was one thing her best friend was good at, it was forgetting her promises but either way she just lets it slide, however this time around she was slowly considering the offer since she needs the new equipment for work. "Whats in it for you?" Knowing that there could be a reason why her friend came barging in her apartment late at night.

"I met this guy...." Miles trails off. Y/N interupts her "AHA! I knew it. Hoe!" Y/N smirks at her friend.

"Hardly. He's just too good to resist. Plus he's bringing a friend. Come on be humane. We dont want some poor stranger third wheeling with me and Suga"

Y/N chuckles at the name "Suga? Seriously??? Mileeeesss...." as she tilts her head to the side.

Her friend laughs along with her "Dont be so judgemental, its his stage name. He's a rapper for your information. Duhhhh. His real name is Min Yoongi, met him and his friend at the local cafe where you get your caffeine addiction. Plus theyre smoking hot. I prefer you lose your damn virginity to someone who knows what theyre doing" Y/N knows she will never win this battle with Miles, however she definitely wont come down without a fight for her alone time. NO WAY will she lose her virginity to some random stranger she sighs "hmmm...lets see, camera that'll be a Canon D40, an extra lens and coffee for a week or else no deal."

"Bae. Too much. My ass doesnt poop out gold nor cash. A camera and coffee for two weeks?" Miles says hopefully as she checks out the time. She has an hour to get her best friend to agree. "Camera and coffee for two weeks plus a bagle on the side." She quickly reponds.

"Fine. Deal" as Miles smirks at her friend, Y/N reaches out her hand to Miles and made a pinky promise in attempts to solidify the verbal agreement.

Rummaging through Y/N's dresser was a torture for Miles knowing her friend doesnt really like wearing girly outfits. She however finds a pot of gold when she pushes Y/N's clothes to the side to see a very familiar box. It was her gift from last year. A number specifically Miles got for Y/N which she has never worn much to her disappointment. The black spaghetti strapped dress was a few inches above the knee, with a slit on its left side. It was classy. Not trashy. She knows Y/N had all the right curves and would look amazing in the dress but her best friend never took the chance.

"Go take a shower. You reek by the way and put this on" as Miles throws the dress on Y/N's bed. Stunned, Y/N pulls the dress and shakes her head as her brain cries for help

Oh no. No. No. Heck no....

"I am not wearing THAT!" Y/N pushes the dress away from her.

"You Missy have no say. Youve made your bargain. I get to choose your dress and your look tonight. You get your coffee and camera plus your bagle with my left pinky toe as a bonus. Now go!" Miles laughs at her friend with her finger shaking furiously.

Oh God have mercy on my poor soul...

"Fine" she huffs.

After her shower, Y/N quickly blow dries her hair and changed into the God forbidden outfit her best friend has thrown at her. Miles starts doing Y/N's make up and hair. "Do you have heels?" she asks.

"Do I look like the type of person that does?" Y/N replies sarcastically. "Shit. Oh. Wait. Yeah I think I got something" Miles quickly stands up from Y/N's bed, and looks into Y/N's cabinet.

Y/N on the other hand was examining how she looked on her mirror. She feels both her insecurity and anxiety building up. She whips her head to her friend with a sigh as Miles was busy trying to find a solution for the problem at hand. "Miles. Isnt this too revealing?" She says.

"Gotcha!!!" Her friend exclaimed whilst holding a denim jacket and a pair of Stanley Smiths. "The heck are you talking about. You look hot! Here, put this on. Casual but sexy" says her friend.

Y/N does what she's told. Then looks back at the mirror. "I can work with this" she nods in approval. "Good. You look amazing. I know I look amazing. Were late. Lets go"

[shesdreamingofamonster]

Well Deserved

Word Count: 807

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: You have submitted your thesis for a physics research project into a competition for your graduate school. Your boyfriend is there for you no matter the outcome.

As Requested. :)

“Working hard or hardly working?” It was another late night where Yoongi came home to find you in your home office with books and papers spread out everywhere. You had recently submitted your thesis paper for the research project you had been working on for graduate school. You had received your bachelor’s degree in physics and were working towards your masters and eventually your doctorate. Who would have thought that a physicist would end up with a world famous k-pop star? You looked up with a smile as he walked towards you and placed his hands on your shoulders giving them a small squeeze. “I am just nervous, they announce the winners tomorrow.” Your school was also giving away a very special award to the student they believed had the best research project going on. There were plenty of people you were competing against, and at the graduate level, you shouldn’t expect too much. He bent down and kissed the top of your head, “Don’t be! You have put so much work into this and you know what you are talking about.” You gave a small sigh as he giggled at your desktop background. “You liked that photo shoot huh?” It was a picture of him from one of their recent PUMA promotional shoots. “Yes, you look so handsome and sexy!” You turned around in your chair and looked up at him as he blushed. Then you got up and kissed him on the lips with a smile. When you pulled away you took his hand and dragged him to the kitchen, “Now let’s get you some food.”

***

You woke up after a long night of kissing, talking, and cuddling. Yoongi and you had been pretty busy lately and now that you had time to just enjoy each other, you weren’t going to waste it. Since you had Fridays off and Yoongi had a clear schedule today, you both slept in. That is until he decided to wake up and make you breakfast. You woke up to him peppering your face in kisses, “Baby,” he said in a soft soothing voice in your ear, “it is 12:20, and you need to be ready if you get a call.” You mumbled as he kissed your forehead and pulled away to place a tray of food in between you both. “And I made coffee.” You sat up and rubbed your eyes. When you opened them, you saw that he had made all of your favorite breakfast/brunch food. “You are too good to me.” You smiled as he handed you the cup of coffee which he already placed sugar and creamer in just the way you like. “You deserve it all.” After you took a sip of coffee, you reached down and took some of the French toast onto your fork. He smirked as you giggled at him, overjoyed with your princess treatment.

Deciding to have a movie marathon in bed was probably one of the best things to do. Holly joined both of you, sitting on your lap. You nervously looked over at your phone as the clock got nearer to four. Yoongi could tell as he pulled you closer. “If it is mean to happen it will.” You nodded and pet Holly’s head as he whimpered for your attention. The minutes passed by. The marathon went on. And then suddenly, your phone rang. You practically lunged for your phone as you saw the caller ID. This was it! “Hello….. this is she………… yes………. yes……….. thank you…. have a nice day!” Since you were trying to sound professional, Yoongi wasn’t sure how to read the conversation. But when you started shrieking in joy and tackled him in a bear hug. “I won!!!! I got the award!!!!!” He squeezed you tightly as Holly looked at both of you very confused. “I told you! That is my baby, intelligent and beautiful.”

 ***

You stood on stage as the president of the institution shook your hand and handed you the plaque that signified the success you had accomplished. A smile spread across your face as you looked into the crowd to find Yoongi smiling back at you as he stood and applauded with everyone else. Some of the boys also made their way to the ceremony as well as your family and friends.

When the ceremony was complete, you were greeted by your boyfriend who had an arm full of flowers for you. “I don’t know what is greater, the force due to gravity or the force of my love towards you.” You burst out laughing. “Hey now, Jin hyung said you would like it.” You took the flowers as you gave him a loving kiss. “It was good baby. Very scientific of you.” He had his arm around your waist as everyone else made their way over to congratulate you, a proud smile on his face.

Masterlist

[joonclouds]

Fools (oneshot)

Softly, with a swell of your heart, you put a hand on the side of his face, and he leans into it, closing his eyes.

“Bangtan needs you.The world needs to know this incredibly talented, amazing man I fell head over heels in love with like an absolute fool. And even now I am a fool for not going with you, but let’s just be fools this once, Joon. Fools eventually change the world, remember?”

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Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Angst, slight fluff 

Word Count: 2.3k

The first chimes of midnight bring your footsteps, boots clicking sharply on the bridge’s cobblestones. You come within three strides of the hunched figure huddling in a coat, and your steps quicken without you thinking, like every atom in your body is being pulled toward his. In your rush your toe slips on the unevenness, slippery with the slight drizzle, but you pay no heed, stumbling right into Namjoon’s arms.

Your lips meet with a urgency, devouring each other hungrily unlike any of the other kisses that you’d shared. You’ve had many of them, you think with a little flush in your cheeks.

Hurried ones stolen in the tech storage room just before his concerts, heavy breathing in time with the running steps of the backstage staff searching frantically for Namjoon. “He needs to be on stage in three minutes, where the hell is he?!” and you both giggle softly together. You can hear them shouting in the background but all you can think of is how his touch sets your skin on fire and you want nothing else but to burn in it.

Frenzied ones in the backseat of his car on chilly autumn nights, where your bungled coupling completely fogged up the windows. You two had been too into each other to care, and you dimly remember assuming that no one could have seen you two anyway, but now that you think back on it, it was quite silly of you to have thought so.

And the playful, simple ones that were had on the incredibly rare Sunday morning when he wasn’t due for a practice run at the broadcasting station, rushing deadlines in the recording studio, or off somewhere performing oceans away from you. You could wake up to his arms around you and smell the scent of his skin lingering on every inch of you. These were your favorite; it seemed like nothing could touch the both of you here, with the late afternoon light streaming through the cracks in the drapes.

This was different, a panicked and stuttered kiss. Like it was a timed game and ten seconds left on the clock with no points to either side. You two break apart after some time, forehead to forehead, his hands cupping your face, yours resting on his forearms and breath creating faint little puffs in the early winter air.

—–

Neither you nor Namjoon can put a finger on when this all started. Maybe it was the months that you had to spend apart, sometimes going weeks without speaking because he was time zones away and while you were making your morning coffee, he was just falling into bed from a grueling 20 hour day. Perhaps it was the lack of normalcy that you craved and needed, but he couldn’t really give to you. The anxiety of being photographed by paparazzi always nipping at your ankles, even on runs to the convenience store for instant ramen. You could already hear the headline in your head: “BTS’ Namjoon spotted buying four packets of ramen in the middle of the night… surely not all for himself?” The thought of it is ridiculous, but you know that’s exactly what they’ll publish, and frankly it was not far from the truth. You always got hungry at night.

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You remember clear as day the dread you saw in his eyes after he’d been caught with you in photos, and some idiot of a reporter started the rumor that you were a minor, threatening a lawsuit with some girl he’d never even met. You remember how furious he was, how angry he was at his helplessness with nowhere to direct it but inwardly. A week later he and you had sat with the boys in their dorm, everyone completely silent as you’d waited for news about if they managed to dismiss it, and sheer relief brought your to your knees when Namjoon finally got the text that didn’t say otherwise . It nearly ended not just one, but seven amazing boys’ careers. It was no one’s fault that you were two good people in a bad circumstance, but the potential guilt hanging over your head was crushing. You two eventually stopped talking about it, moving on to lighter smiles, happier days, but you noticed how a little tendril of anxiety replaced the little loving ba-dump of your heart every time Namjoon tried to hold your hand in public after that. From then on, affection was strictly reserved for behind closed doors. 

——

Namjoon thinks to himself that you are a sight for sore eyes. Even in this state with hair damp and matted from the rain, eyeliner smudged, nose pink with cold and eyes glittering sadly in the headlights of the passing cars, you have never looked more beautiful. His favourite are your eyes, because they are always so clear. Nothing like the simpering idiots in his line of work that only paid attention to him now that they’d been on the international charts and gaining worldwide attention. Fuck, they’d even been talking behind his back, calling BTS a failure, accusing him of plagiarism, purposely cutting their parts from televised broadcasts. “Second-rate idols”, they’d sneered. But you, your eyes would always tell the truth, his little piece of purity in a world where every vote was rigged and people always played dirty.

When he says your name it sounds like he is choking on it, and it twists in your gut like a bundle of needles.“This is it, isn’t it? You’re not coming with me to the press conference?”

A small shake of your head with your eyes downcast is all you can manage because you don’t trust yourself enough to speak right now. In true Namjoon fashion he nudges your chin up so your gaze lifts back to his. You take some sort of sick, masochistic pride in knowing that you, some simple plain Jane from the town of nowhere, had reduced the infamous leader of worldwide sensation BTS who performed for thousands without fear, chewed up his haters with his witty lines and spat them right out like gum, into just man with just a turmoil of hate, love and loss in his eyes.

“I can’t go with you, Joon. I can’t.” You hold his arms tighter about your face, as if doing it will somehow leave their imprint there to help you remember how he’d done the exact same thing to comfort you, a little amused twinkle in his eyes, when he found you crying out of petty jealousy that one time you read his fanmail and realised just how many people wanted to marry him.

“I love you, Kim Namjoon. ” you choke out, and it manages to wring a small smile from him, a dimple making a shy appearance on his left cheek. While it’s still there, you quickly brush a finger over it. God, you’d miss that.

“Love you back.”

“You’re my best friend”, you continue, not wanting to stop for fear that the words would elude you again. “I want you to have only the best in life. You deserve it.” You always tell him this, but you have never meant it more than you do now. “Normalcy has never been suited to you. I knew that from the first day that I met you, but god forbid you change who you are to give me what I need.”

“And if I want to?” 

You pause slightly, resolve wavering, but you steel yourself and continue on your warpath. “You know I’m right, Namjoon. We’d be happy, but we wouldn’t really be happy. Jin, Yoongi, Hobi, Jimin, Tae, Jungkook all trust you as their leader - more than they trust themselves. Heck, even if you told them to go up on stage and do the chicken dance in hotpants for your next comeback they’d bend over backwards to do so. And I know what this means to you. I know you, Kim Namjoon, this is your calling. I’ve seen what you want to do with your music, what you can do with them. Don’t you dare give it up for some plain Jane from town of nowhere.”

“You know you’re not plain Jane from town of nowhere to me.” he responds, and you can hear the plea in his voice. Tell me not to go, it says. Stay, it says. 

Softly, with a swell of your heart, you put a hand on the side of his face, and he leans into it, closing his eyes. 

“Bangtan needs you.The world needs to know this incredibly talented, amazing man I fell head over heels in love with like an absolute fool. And even now I am a fool for not going with you, but let’s just be fools this once, Joon. Fools eventually change the world, remember?” 

——

It’s a Sunday morning - one of those Sunday mornings where the late morning sun is already high in the sky, but the curtains of Namjoon’s bedroom are still shut, letting only a small amount of light filter through the gaps. You remember you were looking at each other, eyes half lidded with the remnants of sleep and naked limbs tangled up in each other. Namjoon lets his eyes trace over the lock of hair that falls into your eyes, watching the sliver of light create shadows over the ski jump of your nose, over the curve of your cheekbone, and in the dip of your cupid’s bow, praying to whatever benevolent god up there that they could just stop time in this very moment.

Shifting his weight as he wiggles closer to you, he accidentally hits the bed frame with an outstretched arm and five Ryan plushies of different sizes come tumbling down on both your heads. Namjoon looks at your momentarily stunned expression, lips slightly parted, and breaks into a fit of raucous laughter as you scowl playfully, swatting away the offending plushies so that they roll off the bed and land on the floor with a soft thud.

“God of destruction, that’s who you are, you know that? Jesus!” you whine as you shove a Christmas edition Ryan onto the floor. “How many of these do you even have?!”

“Sometimes I feel like I can’t differentiate between RM and Namjoon anymore.”

His sentence has nothing to do with what’s doing on, but immediately you understand to continue the conversation you two had abandoned last night in favour of other things. “Does there need to be a difference?” you ask as he reaches to tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.

“No, but I don’t want to be RM with you. With you, I just want to be Namjoon.”

“Nah, I prefer Runch Rand-.” you tease, but before you can finish your sentence he’s pulled you into a kiss that does not last very long because he purposefully moves his fingers on that ticklish spot right in the small of your back and you squeal. Catching you mid-squirm, Namjoon hooks his arm around you in a playful headlock and you both tumble in the rumpled sheets, falling off the bed and further into love with each other.

——

It was breaking him in half to brush away salty tears from your face with the pad of his thumb. People who met you would think otherwise, but he knew better that you had always been the stronger one between the two of you. You had stuck with him through the days he and the boys crammed into a single room to sleep at night, forking out of your measly part time pay to buy extra ramen for Jungkook because he was always hungry. You’d called him out on his terrible choice of a debut hairstyle. Even though he’d stayed mad at you for weeks because you kept telling him his sushi hair looked absolutely ridiculous and he did not need to look fierce, eventually he understood what you meant. On the nights where he felt like the weight of a thousand worlds were on his shoulders and the anxiety of what tomorrow might bring seemed so stifling he wondered if this was the right choice at all, you’d be there to smile at him and tell him that those worlds might not be so heavy if two people carried them together.

Even now, he did not even have to say anything to know that you were right, you were being the strong one because if you’d said anything differently he’d have convinced himself to drop every single thing he had at a chance for a life together with you. He hates it and loves it in equal measure.

“You know right, that we can’t go back from this? I can’t undo this. I can’t un-write this press release.”

“I know” you nod, summoning a fresh wave of tears. “Give the world RM. I’ll take care of Namjoon.” 

“What if I’m never done being RM?” 

“It’s okay.” You grin up at him through blurry eyes. “He’ll keep me company.” 

With one last press of his lips to yours, he slowly lets his hands drop from your face, and turns to flag down a passing cab. Anyone would have thought he was the one abandoning you, but you know differently and it makes your heart burst with even more love for the clumsy six-footer in front of you. He was letting you know that it was his turn to be the strong one today. 

If you can, you want to take a mental screenshot of this image, how he goes completely still for a moment before he gets into the taxi, mirroring your stance. You want to remember every single detail of this man who holds the entirety of you in his hand, tattoo it on the back of your eyelids. If you were a little stronger you might have turned away at this point, but no, you stand there and continue to watch as the engine rumbles and carries a piece of you further and further away until the taxi’s tail lights are but a tiny oily smear in the dark distance of a rainy night.