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[yashodaficrecs]

This fic just…is so perfect. Namjoon is the man you can’t find on tinder.

Show Me How

Summary: You swiped right on a nerd, instead you got a Greek God. Or tired of your virginity, you decide to throw caution to the wind and find a hook up on tinder.

— PAIRING: Namjoon x f!reader

— GENRE: smut. 18+ minors dni.

— WARNINGS: fingering, thigh riding, possible hair kink (? like Joon loves touching the reader’s hair), biting, dry humping, dirty talk (?), Namjoon is such a simp, the reader is naive.

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Kim Namjoon looked nothing like the picture you swiped right on one drunken night. The original Kim Namjoon who you found on Tinder was a nerdy looking guy wearing glasses so big Harry Potter would be jealous; this man in front of you wasn’t anything less than a god. Those round disk glasses were gone allowing you to see his pretty brown eyes. The tamed golden-brown hair in the photos also vanished in favor of the tousled mop on his head, but perhaps most alarming was his tall athletic form. Call it headshots, bad angles, or lighting, but whoever took your hookup’s photo should never touch a camera again.

   “You must be (Y/N). You look nothing like your pictures.” Namjoon smiled. He moved away from the door, gesturing you to come in.

    Vaguely you wondered if he was disappointed. The pictures you posted on tinder were a good year old, however you rarely took pictures of yourself-especially not ones dressed up. “I can say the same. You are much more handsome than your pictures make you to be.” You complimented. 

Internally you cringe at your words. Talking to guys was definitely not your forte. In fact, anything dealing with romance, boys or sex was not your thing according to Bazaar Publishers. Your gut twisted at the reminder of the rejection letter sitting in your purse. Eight months ago, you sent in a copy of your novel’s manuscript to the publishing company only to receive a letter stating that while the editors loved the concept, setting, plot and everything else; the romance and sexuality in it sucked thus they were rejecting it. They also stated that if/when you fixed these problems, they would happily reconsider your novel.

   Which was how you ended up here in a potential serial killer’s apartment looking for a quick lay. “Thanks. Most people say the opposite.” Namjoon chuckled.

    Heat rose to your cheeks at the dimpled smile he gave. Nervous, you looked away, looking at his living room. For a bachelor, his place appeared very clean, something you wouldn’t have guessed given the stereotype of bachelor pads. You expected strewn laundry and dirty dishes not alphabetically ordered bookshelves, decorative pillows, and Febreze. “You have a nice place…” 

   “Thanks, I try to keep it clean especially if a pretty girl visits.”  

      You rolled your eyes at the compliment. Pretty girl…you were already here. Did he really feel the need to butter you up with lies? “So…..” Namjoon drawled, rubbing his neck. “Do you want to sit down?”

    You blinked. Sit down? Is this how one night stands usually went? Did people sit down, have coffee, and talk before fucking each other or what it just this guy?  “No?”

    “O-oh…” Namjoon stuttered. “Okay, umm….”

“Sex? I-I mean we agreed to let you’d bang my brains out, right?” You suggested, biting your lip. Just the mere idea of having sex brought butterflies to your stomach. Tonight, would be the first night you had sex ever, marking the end to your virginity and hopefully the end to your shitty sex scenes. It would be like ripping off the Band-Aid- quick, slightly painful, but for the best.

   Namjoon’s face turned a light shade of pink. Suddenly he appeared more like the dorky boy from the photos than the stud who let you in. “Um…sure. No problem-I mean why waste time getting to know each other?”

    “Right. No point in pretending like we are ever going to see each other after tonight.” You forced a laugh.

   Namjoon laughed, “Exactly.”

The dimpled smile returned along with a lusty twinkle in his eyes. It will never cease to surprise you how quick guys can switch their moods. Then again you shouldn’t complain given the circumstances. 

   “Well, shall we go M’lady?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

  You nodded. “Lead the way my prince. ”

     Namjoon laughed, taking your hand in his. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down your spine. It wasn’t like you never held a guy’s hand before but there was something different about the way his fingers wrapped around yours. Your heart stuttered in both fear and excitement. Silently you reminded yourself to write this feeling down in your notepad later. 

    "Well, here we are, my lavish bedroom.“ Namjoon said. His ears turned a twinge red. 

    You took in the bedroom noting how similar to the living room it was. Bookshelves lined the walls yet again, leaving only a small opening for a desk and dresser.  His bed was a single with neatly tucked white sheets and a thick blue comforter. It was small but it looked large enough for two people. 

    "So…. What now? I’m new to this whole thing. ” You confessed. The double meaning of your words went unsaid. 

   Namjoon gave a sheepish look. “I’m actually rather new at this too. Tinder-I mean not sex. ”

   "I would hope so.“ You giggled. 

God you fucking hoped so. You were screwed-figuratively speaking if this guy was as green behind the ears as you. 

    "Well since we’re both new to this, why don’t we start slow.” Namjoon suggested sitting on the bed. A big goofy grin spread across his face as he patted the spot next to him. 

    The sight shouldn’t attract you. Such a goofy grin was anything but sexy, yet something jolted within, and you soon felt an unfamiliar throbbing between your legs. He looked like the sun shined on him right then. Your legs shook as you made your way over to him. Silently you tried to squash the butterflies suddenly in your stomach. 

    This was all research. You were doing this for your book. No reason to be nervous… you sat down hyper aware of how close you two were. “You have such beautiful hair. ” Namjoon said. “Can I touch it?”

  You nodded suddenly speechless. Slowly his hand reached out gently caressing your hair. A shiver ran up your spine. Hair caressing should not be this erotic. “It’s so soft- like silk.” Namjoon marveled. 

    You laughed causing him to blush. "Sorry…I tend to talk too much. I’ve been told it ruins the mood. " 

   "No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh- it’s just that it’s really not. I mean my hair is many things but silky isn’t one of them. ” You explained.

    "I disagree. It’s beautiful.“ He said, stroking it. "Though I shouldn’t be surprised given that you’re a pretty girl. ”

  Again, your heart leaped. Pretty words shouldn’t mean so much. As a writer you utilized pretty words to craft beautiful poetry and elegant stories; you knew easily used they were. However, what you couldn’t ignore was the way Namjoon stared at you through half-lidded eyes, pupils fully dilated. 

    "Namjoon…kiss me.“ You whispered. 

"Was hoping you’d ask."  He leaned in, fulfilling your request.  

    His lips were softer and plusher than you ever imagined a guy’s to be. The kiss was awkward at first, starting out as a peck before evolving into an open mouth kiss. Your naivety to kissing didn’t help either. You didn’t know how to move or what to do with your tongue. Every movement you made seemed like a mess. Embarrassment burned through you as Namjoon pulled away. This was just an experiment, no need to feel lacking. Yet you couldn’t stop worrying. Were you that bad? Could he tell you were a virgin?

 As if reading your thoughts Namjoon smiled, dimples shining brightly. "Just follow me, okay? I’ll lead. ”

     "Okay.“ You nodded.

“Okay.” Namjoon thumbed your bottom lip, dorky smile still bright. 

A strange comforting feeling washed over you at the sight. Suddenly it didn’t feel like two strangers rushing for a quick fuck, but two friends exploring themselves together.  The emotion brought up a platitude of questions for you. However, before you could even begin to ponder them, Namjoon pressed his lips to yours. Another peck, but this kiss was more planned-more precise. He lingered for a second only to pull away. A pang of longing filled you, however it was quickly swallowed by his lips meeting yours once more. Again and again, he dipped down peppering you in small, tiny kisses.

“You’re so cute. I can’t help but kiss you like this.” He teased, placing another butterfly kiss on your mouth. “But I suppose you want more huh? Not just pecks.”

“I do.” You shamelessly admitted. “I want you to kiss me like they do in the movies. The whole opened mouth, bottom lip sucking, passionate tongue -”

Namjoon swallowed your words in a kiss. His tongue glided effortlessly across yours and you moaned into the kiss. He tasted good but not in the sweet sugary or bitter coffee way books often described. Instead, he tasted like how you pictured a hot meal after a long day: mouthwatering, delicious and leaving you wanting more. 

Your hands found their way to his shoulders. The flimsy material of his shirt bunched under your fingers’ grip. His hands moved to your lower back pressing you against his chest. Another thing the pictures got wrong about Kim Namjoon; he had muscles. Hidden behind those baggy shirts, and loose button ups was the body of a god. Fuck. How did you get so lucky?

“This. Can I take this off?” Namjoon asked, in between kisses. 

You blinked realizing he meant your top. His fingers traced the hem of your shirt, occasionally caressing naked skin. Your heart did a flip. It would be the first time someone ever saw you without a shirt.  “Are you okay? We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Namjoon said.

“No. I’m fine.” You insisted. “I was just trying to remember if I wore a matching set.”

  You were. You fished out a simple pair of black cotton panties and bra the minute Namjoon agreed to meet. He didn’t need to know that though. “You know despite what the media portrays. Sexy underwear isn’t as big of a deal as you might think, especially not when the woman’s already beautiful like you.” Namjoon chortled.

    You rolled your eyes. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

 Yet again he gave you that gorgeous smile of his. “You think too highly of me. I don’t sleep around that often.”

   “Maybe not, but I bet you have pretty girls when you do.”

   Namjoon shook his head. “I get the feeling no matter what I say, you’re going to deny it. I’ll just have to show you how pretty you are-starting with your shirt downwards.”

     You shivered. Once again you thanked your lucky stars for Namjoon. Any other tinder hook up would probably result in a quick one, two, not soft reassurance and romantic words. God, your readers would eat this up when you implemented it into your book- he kissed your neck blurring your thoughts into one low moan as he bit down on it. The mixture of pain and pleasure caused you to buck forward, pushing yourself against his knee. ‘Biting…’ you barely thought. ‘Biting is definitely getting jotted down.’

  You felt Namjoon smirk into your neck, clearly pleased by your reaction. Gently he sucked on the now bruised spot, tonguing where his teeth marks were. Fingers dipped underneath your jeans teasing right above the hem of your underwear. Slowly they moved down as Namjoon nibbled farther up your neck. It was not until he licked the shell of your ear that his fingers brushed against your clit.

  “Fuck!” you cried, jerking upwards. “I thought you were starting with my shirt-shit why is this so good? You’re not doing anything I don’t do.”

    He laughed drawing lazy circles on your clit as his knee rocked against your core. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. I normally don’t get this good of a reaction.”

   “I find that hard to believe.” You pressed yourself closer trying to mold your bodies together.

His hot breath kissed your ear as Namjoon continued his ministrations. “Fuck. Forget me, why are you so wet already? I’ve barely touched you yet you’re soaking. Do you know how hot that is?”

     “Don’t know, don’t care, just keep going.” 

“Trust me, pretty girl. I have no intention of stopping.” he said, flipping you onto your back. “In fact, it’s the opposite, I going to fuck you until the image of you cumming is burnt into my brain.”

    Another moan escaped you. Why was that so hot? Just the thought of you seared into his brain was enough to drive you wild. Would he think of you later when he masturbated? You could just see it now: his beautiful face coming undone at the thought of you. The thought caused a delicious shiver to run up your spine. God, you wanted to see him undone.

"Do it. ” You gasped, feeling his fingers sink into your core. It was an odd sensation. Someone else’s fingers buried in you, but not an unwelcome one. Strangely it was more filling, hitting spots you didn’t know existed with each curl of his fingers. Subconsciously your own fingers made their way to his shoulders gripping them hard. Thankfully Namjoon said nothing, either not minding the bruising force or completely unaware of it. ��Fuck. It feels so good.”

      "Yeah? Should I go faster, pretty girl? Make you feel more than good? Would you like that?“ He teased, thumb gliding over your clit. You merely moaned clenching around him. Apparently, that was the right answer, because Namjoon picked up the pace. "That’s it. That’s the reaction I want to see. You going to cum for me, pretty girl? Can you do that for me?”

  Before you could respond, his fingers touched a spot within you. A feeling unlike anything unless washed over you as you clamped down on him. Somewhere in the room, you heard yourself cry out; your voice barely recognizable to you. Then everything went blank for one blissful second. You officially had your first orgasm.

   When you came to Namjoon was on top of you hungrily kissing your neck. His body grinded itself hard against yours desperate for friction. Instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist drawing him closer. He let out a moan of approval. His face pinched in pleasure and need. “Fuck, why do you feel so good? I’m not even in you yet…” his words stuttered as you rocked back against him. “I’m going to- I need to be in you now or I won’t make it-”

    In a bold move you bit the tip of his earlobe. Another low groan sounded from Namjoon as his hips rocketed forward suddenly before he stilled, eliciting a low guttural groan.  Your own moans escaped you at the feeling of another orgasm approaching. Was this normal? Two orgasms in such little time? Did you stumble upon some sex god on tinder?

  Fuck…maybe Namjoon was too good? Your readers would have unrealistic expectations if you used him as inspiration. 

     “Shit. I haven’t done that since I was a teen.“ Namjoon breathed, rolling over beside you. Even sweaty with deflated hair Namjoon still looked handsome. It kind of made you wonder why he swiped right on you. Especially when tinder undoubtedly had hotter women on it than you. 

    "Is that a bad thing?” You questioned, feeling a bit insecure. 

    Namjoon grinned like the cat who caught the canary. “Not all. Usually, I get the girl undressed though, before I cum. ”

    You looked down at yourself realizing that he was right. Other than the sliver of skin between your unbuckled pants and slightly raised shirt you were completely dressed. “I guess we got a little carried away huh?”

    "It’s your fault for making such cute faces at me. I couldn’t help but want to see you cum for me. “ Namjoon sighed dramatically. "Totally worth it by the way.”

     Heat rose to your cheeks at his words. Seriously, what was with this boy? Not only did he shower you with false compliments after the fact, but he was abnormally confident in himself.  “So now what?” You asked, avoiding the strange compliment. 

   Namjoon hummed thoughtfully, propping himself up beside you. “Well, if you give me a moment, we can do it all over again. This time with me inside you. ”

   “Okay.” You said, feeling shy suddenly.  Casually you looked around his room trying to ignore the beating of your heart or the increasing nervousness you felt. A more experienced/ charming woman would know how to make conversation, perhaps even flirt her way to the next round. You however barely managed to make it pass the first act. 

   Act sexy… your mind whispered to you. Instantly your thoughts turned to flashbacks of characters from romance series. As belittling as it may seem for an English major, those dollar romance books were a guilty pleasure of yours. Especially the Jessica Monrose series which featured a sexy bounty huntress on the ride of a lifetime fighting werewolves, and demons alike. Her character never feared men or sex. She was sexy, confident, capable and- “I can suck you off if you want.” the words fell out of your mouth before you could ever ponder them.

  Suck you off. Out of all the romantic enticing sexy things you could say, you chose the most literal and porno like line. You nearly facepalmed yourself. Undoubtedly your face was a disturbing shade of red right now. With no other option, you bit your lip staring patiently at Namjoon. It was too late to take it back after all, so you might as well pretend confident in this situation. Imitate Jessica Monrose, she would never back down from what she said, even if it was as stupid as your offer.

     Namjoon simply kissed you. His lips moved simultaneously with yours; all previous awkwardness vanished. Looks like you learned something within this half hour here. You opened your mouth allowing him to slip his tongue in. It glided against yours. Some daring part of you closed your mouth around his tongue, gently sucking it. Surprisingly it wasn’t as disgusting as you thought it would be. Your one previous kiss in high school involved tongue and it felt you uninterested in kissing for years. This, though… was nothing like high school.

 Namjoon groaned, sending a thrill down your spine. Your thighs pressed together at its sound. He had pretty groans. You wanted to hear more of them. Not just that, you wanted to see him lose control again. The idea of sucking him off appeared in your head once more, however just as your hand made its way down to his zipper, Namjoon regained control. Pushing you into the mattress his hands make busy work of your shirt. Cool air touched your naked skin. Goosebump pricked your skin but whether it was for the temperature or Namjoon’s longing stare at your clothed breast, you couldn’t say.

  A moment of silence passed before he expertly unclasped your bra. It fell halfway between your shoulders and elbows, showing just the peak of your nipples. The hunger in Namjoon’s eyes grew.

   Your heart beat rapidly against your chest as butterflies reappeared in your stomach. Nerves grew inside of you as worries came back alongside your longing and excitement. No one has seen your breasts before. This was the first time. What if they looked weird and you never knew it? Or perhaps they weren’t the right shape or size- you knew they didn’t match Cosmopolitan’s interpretation of “the perfect breasts” by a long shot, but you thought they looked decent enough. 

  Time slowed down as he stared at them without a word. Hesitantly you moved to shrug the bra back on when Namjoon suddenly reached out tenderly cupping one of your breasts. A shiver ran down your spine at his warm touch, and the straps to slide down more. Your face bloomed a bright red Thankfully it went unnoticed by Namjoon, who seemed fully entranced by your body. Looked like you didn’t need to worry about Namjoon’s opinion of your breasts. At least if his darkened eyes had anything to say. 

    Gaining a bit of confidence, you slipped the bra completely off. “Better?” You asked in a teasing tone. 

  “Much. ” Namjoon replied, breathy. His hands fully palmed your breast as he engulfed you into another kiss. Long fingers teased your nipples until they perked and darkened, causing the ache between your legs to worsen. Something tells you; Namjoon’s fingers won’t be enough this time. 

   He shifted placing more weight onto your body. His hands desperatly clutch at your breasts as the neediness in his kiss increase. The kiss was now a sloppy (yet not unpleasurable) mess, sporadically switching from tongue play to kitten licks and bites on your bottom lip to Namjoon pulling away slightly only to continue his assault on your lips. “You are so beautiful, you know that? I don’t think I’ve seen such perfect breasts.”

   You give a small moan bucking your hips upwards. Seriously, what was it about Namjoon that reduced you into a needy slut. Was it simply because you were a virgin? A classmate once told you that people who lost their virginity after the age of twenty- three either turned into a slut or an old maid. At the time you laughed it off but how you felt now with Namjoon…but they weren’t so far off. If things continue how they are, you don’t know if you’ll be able to let Namjoon go that easily-

   “Thoughts on me, pretty girl. Nothing else matters.” Namjoon teased. His hips pressed down on yours, stopping any movement from them. A small smirk formed on his lip as you whine in protest. Something wicked gleamed in his dark brown eyes as he drew circles into your hip with his finger. "Sorry, pretty girl but I don’t make the same mistake twice. This time I’m going to make you cum on my cock.”

     "Hurry up then. I’m already wet, you don’t need to flatter me anymore. “ you pouted.  You can’t help but feel annoy at how Namjoon’s sudden dominance affected you so much.

    Your tinder date merely smiled outlining your bottom lip with his thumb. "Now, now pretty girl, it’s a man’s job to let his partner know how beautiful she is. And you are especially beautiful….”

   His lips hovered over yours. One inch more and they would touch yours, however he hovered denying you the pleasure of his touch. Something told you that Namjoon enjoyed teasing his partners. Otherwise, the damn bastard would be in you, rocking your world. “It’s not fair you know. Me being half-naked and you having all your clothes on.” you murmured.

   “You’re right. I suppose I should take this off.” he grinned, peeling off the baggy shirt.

  Your mouth watered at the sight of his athletic build. Sure, you felt the muscles on his shirt, but seeing them was another story. Namjoon reminded you of a soccer player or maybe a basketball player; lean, muscular but not too bulky. Really just the right amount of muscle, where he could easily carry you without accidentally crushing you to death. “You okay there, pretty girl?” 

     “Yeah…sorry, I just wasn’t expecting this.” you gesture to his body. “You are real right? Not some drunk hallucination from the shot of tequila I took earlier.”

   “That’s a first.” He snorted. Humiliation washed over you. Okay, stupid question, but really this was not what you expected your first time to be like. Seeing your discomfort, Namjoon placed your hand on his chest. The warmth of his smooth skin radiated off of him. It made you giddy in an inexplicable way. Slowly he guided your hand downward sliding it across his abs, before raising it to his lips for a kiss. “Real enough for you? Or do you need more proof?”

[yashodaficrecs]

9 at the airport before the tour with jimin 🥺

»A kiss that lasts so long, they are sharing each other’s breaths.

“I don’t want to let go” you mumbled quietly; your voice coming out muffled as your face was buried deeper against the crook of Jimin’s neck.

Feeling his chest move up and then down in a way that let you know just how much he didn’t want to let go of you either, he decided to do the exact opposite — his strong arms wrapping tightly around your figure to pull you as closer as he could to him.

“Then don’t” he said simply, planting a small kiss to the crown of your head before he lowered his head even more, so he could rest his forehead on your shoulder and breathe in that distinctive scent of yours he loved so much; the one he always missed like crazy whenever the two of you were apart.

Although the airport was crowded with paps and fans due to BTS being there, ready for their new tour to begin, the two of you did not seem to care — not even when their manager carefully glared at the scene playing out before his eyes, wanting to go up to you so that the media wouldn’t go wild at such lovely image. And how could you care? It was the last time you were getting to be together for a good couple of months; everything else didn’t seem to matter at all.

It was only when the seven members were called to the front desk to check in, when the little bubble of yours that had been protecting you both had seemed to pop.

Jimin let out a heavy sigh, reluctantly pulling away from your face and not wasting another second to cup it in his warm hands — his thumbs drawing small circles on the heated skin of your cheeks as his forehead came in contact with yours.

“Promise you’ll come to see me” he whispered, staring into your eyes in such way that made you feel so little yet so whole.

“Jimin-ah…” you looked down, knowing well enough you could not promise such thing; not when you had a life of your own to carry on with.

“Just…” he cut you off before you could completely turn him down, “take a look at our schedule and choose a place, or a date, whatever you want and works better for you…” a weak smile curved up his lips. “I’ll fly you over to me, alright?”

Instead of giving him a proper answer, you started nervously fidgeting with the collar of his dull green hoodie — mindlessly bitting down your lower lip.

That was all it took for Jimin’s eyes to travel down to your mouth, unconsciously licking his lips before he leaned in just enough to brush them ever so faintly against yours, slowly tracing your lower one with his thumbs.

“I can’t let you spend so much money on me” you blurted out, feeling your breath hitch at the way his closeness made you feel.

“I don’t care, I just want you to be with me”.

With that said, and with everyone surrounding you being long forgotten by now, he crashed his mouth on yours, capturing your lower lip for a couple of seconds before he pulled apart, only to tilt his head a little bit to the right and press his mouth deeper against yours.

Completely oblivious to the camera flashes going insane at such good material the two of you were giving them, your hands trailed their way up Jimin’s toned chest before they were placed on his shoulders, feeling him sigh in content when they later tightly wrapped around his neck — feeling a shiver run down your spine when one of his hands withdrew from your face to pull you closer by your waist, lightly tugging at the fabric of the grey sweater you had decided to borrow from him and keep with you until he came home.

And it was only then, mere seconds after his tongue had started exploring the already well known depths of your mouth and you felt your lungs start to run out of air, finding yourselves panting yet not even dreaming of letting go, that the both of you heard a quite loud clear of throat coming from a few meters away.

Pulling away reluctantly and needing a couple of seconds for you to catch your breath, feeling the hot air coming out of your boyfriend’s mouth tickling your still wet lips with every breath he took, he hurried to give his rather disappointed manager an apologetic look —although, let’s be honest, he did not feel sorry at all— before his eyes were back on you.

“Promise me?” he whispered again, making your heart skip a beat at the sight of the cute pout taking over his swollen lips.

You couldn’t help but let a small giggle escape your mouth, slowly shaking your head in disbelief. “After this I’ll be lucky if your manager ever let’s me come ten feet near you”.

“I’d like to see him try” Jimin chuckled, giving in to the sudden urge to plant a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“Just go before he comes over here and kills us both” you tried to cover your unwillingness to let go of him with a brittle laugh.

“Not until you promise me I will get to see you at least once during tour, and that we’ll explore around whatever city we’re in, and that you’ll give me a lot of kisses and we’ll get to end what we couldn’t now since we’re in public”.

Tilting your head back as you let a throaty laugh abandon your mouth at his silliness, you fixed your eyes on his chocolate ones before you could nod your head in amusement.

“I promise” you confirmed, feeling your heart jump at the sight of his bright smile — his lips coming in contact with yours one last time, this time being only a peck. “Wait” your eyebrows furrowed, stopping him before he could turn around and walk over to the front desk for once and for all, “what were you expecting to happen if we weren’t in public?”

“You’ll find out once you go visit me”.

Oh well, that surely was the last push you needed to make up your mind.

[yashodaficrecs]

Oh, yoongi. I don’t know if you deserve y/n, but i’m glad you lost her.

Her pt. 2 (Yoongi x Reader)

- pt 2 -

genre: angst

length: 1,313 words

a/n: a lot shorter than pt 1, but i thought that it was a good place to end it. let me know if you guys want a pt 3 :) it might be a lot happier or a lot sadder who knows lol depends on my mood.

PART ONE 

The same night when Yoongi had told your best friend that he liked her was also the same night you had made up your mind.

You had to move on from him.

It was going to be hard for you to do, but it wasn’t good for your emotional health if you were to continue to like someone who didn’t like you back. You had made up your mind that you were only going to see him as a friend, and just a friend only. You weren’t going to see him romantically anymore. You were going to find someone else instead.

Because on that same night, Yoongi came up to the doorsteps of your apartment and knocked on your door. When you had opened it, you were surprised to find him there.

“You’ve been crying,” he pointed out.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him, ignoring what he had just said.

He looked down, kicking at nothing with his feet.

You two drifted into a silence before he spoke. “(Bf/n) spoke to me earlier.”

“Yeah?”

“You were also there, but you left midway as we were talking.” He still didn’t look at you in the eyes.

You swallowed. “Yeah.”

“She… She told me how you felt about me.”

You stared at him, completely frozen. At that moment, you just wanted to leave your body and never come back. Did she really tell him?

“I… I wanted to hear it from you directly… But I also wanted you to know that I can’t return your feelings,” he said.

You felt the tears coming back. He was just here to reject you.

“I-I do like you,” You confessed in a shaky voice, “I’m in love with you, Yoongi. But I already know about your feelings for (bf/n).”

He chuckled quietly and scratched the back of his head. “Was I that obvious?”

You didn’t laugh though. When he looked back up at you, you refused to make eye contact with him.

“I-I understand that you don’t like me back,” you begin.

“Yeah…” He said awkwardly. “Sorry… Can we still be friends though?”

You nodded but you felt the hot tears escape your eyes. At that time, you wanted to curse your body for crying. You wanted to be anywhere but there. Out of all of the people, it had to be Yoongi you had to cry in front of.

You wiped your tears away quickly and noticed the look of pity on his face.

“Sorry I made you cry,” he apologized again, only this one was even more awkward. It looked like he didn’t even know what to do.

“It’s fine,” you told him, but you felt anything but fine. “You should get going now. Goodnight, Yoongi.”

He didn’t say anything. He only looked at the ground guiltily. You wanted to tell him not to feel guilty, but you were too much of a mess to. It looked like he was about to say something else, but he held it back.

“Yeah, night, y/n.”

With that, you closed the door. You laughed bitterly at the fact that he just came all the way there just to reject you. You closed your eyes and wept, hands burying into your face. You felt pathetic.

That night, you gave yourself a pep talk. You weren’t going to let it affect you anymore. You had come clean to him about your feelings, and he didn’t feel the same way. That meant that you had to move on from him. You had to move on with your feelings for him. You had to fall out of love with him.

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You were a moping mess for the next few days, and everybody noticed it. Your best friend felt terrible about what happened and tried to comfort you as much as she could. You told her not to worry about it and pushed her away.

You had also spoken to Yoongi again after you got over the trepidation of talking to him. You told him not to feel guilty about what happened and that you were just going to move on. You just needed some space, and he gladly gave you some.

He told you that he wanted things to be the way they were before, that he had lots of fun being your close friend and that he would gladly return to being close friends again if you were okay with that.

You just agreed with him.

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After a few weeks, you had started to move on. Your feelings for Yoongi still lingered, but hanging out with the other boys made you forget about most of them.

Before, you mainly hung out with Yoongi when you went over to their dorm, so you never realized how much fun it was to be with the others.

Taehyung, especially.

He was a special guy, in his own way. His personality was almost opposite from Yoongi’s. But it was almost refreshing to you, actually.

After Namjoon and your best friend became a couple, they had been spending a lot of time together. Taking her place, you had started spending more time with the boys. That meant that most of their attention was on you.

And it was really nice.

You laughed with the boys, made jokes with them, and played video games with them. You went out to eat with Taehyung a lot. Since they only had one day off a week, he would usually dedicate his time with you. You two typically went out to a new place to eat each week because both of you wanted to explore new restaurants around the city that you’ve never been to.

You even started to talk to Yoongi again after two months. It was a bit awkward at first, but the two of you had started to hit it off again. Only this time, you weren’t in love with him. You genuinely saw him as a friend.

You didn’t go to his studio anymore to stay up with him as he worked on new music. Instead, you would go to the dorm with the boys and then cook a nice meal for them all as they rested for the night. When Yoongi returned back to the dorm at 3am, alone, he would notice you and Taehyung sprawled on the couch together asleep with a random movie on. He felt something familiar, something very uncomfortable within him, when he would notice that your head was resting on his shoulders.

After a while, he had started acting strange around you, but you never really thought too much about it. You never noticed his sudden shift in emotions when you played video games with Taehyung instead of him. When you complimented the song that Taehyung had made rather than his. When you suddenly started calling Taehyung “Tae-Tae.” When you stopped looking at him and only looked at Taehyung.

At first, he thought that you two just weren’t close friends anymore. But then, he realized it was something much more than that. And then it all sort of just clicked.

It was suddenly obvious to him why he had been feeling that way.

He stopped looking at your best friend. The first person in the room who he would start looking for was you. He constantly thought about the days you two had spent together, before he even found out your feelings for him. He had started to miss those days a lot. He also thought about the way you smiled at him, and only for him during those days. He thought about the way you looked at him, and only him. He thought about the way you always tried to be there for him, and no one else. But those days didn’t exist anymore. He had finally realized it:

He was in love with you.

And the jealousy from seeing you and Taehyung together was eating him alive. It was like seeing your best friend and Namjoon getting together again, but only worse, because he actually had the chance to make you his, but he blew it. He blew it by falling for the wrong person. And because of that, he lost you.

You had really moved on.

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👏🏼 👏🏼 Min 👏🏼 👏🏼 Yoongi 👏🏼 👏🏼 is 👏🏼 👏🏼 the 👏🏼 👏🏼 most 👏🏼 👏🏼 beautiful 👏🏼 👏🏼 person 👏🏼 👏🏼 on 👏🏼 👏🏼 this 👏🏼 👏🏼 planet 👏🏼 👏🏼

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Her (Yoongi x Reader)

- pt 1 -

summary: you love him, but he loves your best friend

genre: angst

length: 1,833 words

a/n: i got sad again so here’s another angst.

PART TWO

You and your best friend were close to BTS because your best friend was childhood friends with Namjoon. They grew up together in the same town and only just a year ago did they reconcile with each other. You could tell that she was still in love with him as much as she was when they were just children.

She had a lot of similarities with Namjoon. She loved music, especially hip hop. Her personality was bright and bubbly, and she also had that ‘leader vibe’ about her. She was also a great dancer.

Unlike you. You were quiet and more reserved. You usually kept things to yourself, and you weren’t too big on hip hop (like knowing every song and album of Ty Dolla Sign like she did). She pulled people in; she was charismatic and funny. Everybody loved her.

When you and her first met BTS, you noticed the way she pulled all of the boys in. She made them laugh, and she made them very interested in her. You weren’t jealous. You already knew that she’d be more interesting than you, and you were used to that. She was your best friend, too, so getting jealous was not good.

Yoongi, who you noticed was pretty quiet, didn’t take much notice in her. In fact, he was the most distant one out of the seven boys. With that, you grew curious over the boy and wondered why he was as quiet as you.

You had no guts to approach though, since you were shy around boys, especially attractive ones.

As you and your best friend hung out with BTS more, you slowly grew more comfortable with them. Yoongi remained distant as ever, as you’ve noticed, and you’ve come to find that being reserved was a common thing for the both of you. So you started to develop feelings for him.

You noticed how cold he acted to the other members. But you also noticed all of the things that he did for his members. When Taehyung fell asleep on the floor, Yoongi put a pillow underneath his head and a blanket on top of him. When there was only one last piece of chicken left, he would always give it to Jin because he knew how much Jin loved food. He would always buy Jungkook some lamb skewers whenever he had the chance, and he would give Jimin and Hoseok some advice whenever they needed help.

And most importantly to you, whenever you said something, he would always pay attention to you and show that he was listening.

You had approached him soon, and the two of you actually had a nice conversation. You could feel yourself slowly falling deeper and deeper into him. You were getting attached, and you felt that he actually liked you back.

Until one day, he got into a bad mood. None of the members knew how to deal with him when he was angry because they usually never saw him angry. When you tried to talk to him, he pushed you away and told you to leave him alone. It hurt, nonetheless, but what hurt more was what happened after.

Your best friend went to talk to him in their studio. You were just outside of the door, waiting for any news. You heard him yelling and you heard her calm voice. You knew that she was better at talking than you were, so you had no doubt that she would be able to help him with his problems.

The door was made with semitransparent glass, so you could barely make out figures through the door.

All of the sudden, the shouting stopped, and you noticed a larger body leaning against a smaller body. Yoongi was resting his head on her shoulder, his shoulders shaking from anger or pain. You felt your heart stop for a moment. You didn’t know what to feel at that moment. They just stood there for a moment as your best friend comforted your crush.

They had a long conversation with each after they parted. You couldn’t make out a single word they were saying, but soon, you heard laughing. She had actually cheered him up.

Something that you weren’t able to do.

They went out to a cafe the next day. You were walking down the street and you saw them sitting across from each other through the window. Yoongi was laughing and smiling at what your best friend said as she excitedly told her story. That day, you felt something within you that you had never felt before.

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Another day, you and Yoongi were playing video games with each other.

“Hey,” he suddenly asked as he pressed his buttons on his controller, “I have something to ask you, but you can’t take this the wrong way, okay?”

“What is it?” You said, eyes on the TV screen.

“What kind of gift do you think (bf/n) would like?”

You stopped pressing the buttons of your controller, the character on your screen froze in place.

“Don’t get the wrong idea,” he repeated again, “She just helped with my problem the other day and made me realize some important stuff, so I just wanted to thank her.”

“Oh, okay,” you said, thinking that it was okay with his explanation and started playing the video game again, “I think the other day, she said she needed some headphones with a good bass. I don’t know what that means, but it had something to do with her hip hop.”

“She likes hip hop?” He asked, sounding pleasantly surprised.

“Yeah, she’s always been into it once Namjoon-oppa had started getting into it, which was pretty young she told me.”

“Ah, I see,” he said. “What about you? Do you like hip hop?”

“I listen to it sometimes, but I don’t know much about it,” you said, not thinking too much about your words.

“Hm, okay.”

You two drifted into a silence as the both of you played the video game. Then he asked a question that made your heart drop.

“Does she have a boyfriend?”

You turned to look at him as he stared at the tv screen with a stoic expression on his face. Yet you knew, you could see it and feel it that he was anxious about hearing your answer.

You wanted to lie and say yes, but that would have gotten you into a lot of trouble. You wanted to say that she liked Namjoon, but you made a promise to her that you would never tell a soul about her secret.

“No, she doesn’t,” you said quietly as your chest started to ache in an unfamiliar pain.

He didn’t reply to that, but you could see his small smile from the corner of your eye.

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Another day, you saw Yoongi, Namjoon, Taehyung, and (bf/n) hanging out. You decided to join them when your best friend called you over. You sat down on the couch next to Taehyung. Yoongi was sat on the floor in front of you, listening intently to Namjoon speaking beside him. You watched as your best friend laughed at Namjoon, how she leaned against him and the way he looked at her endearingly.

You also watched the way Yoongi glanced at her shoulders that touched Namjoon’s, his stoic expression and clenched fist and jaw making your mood drop lower and lower.

Taehyung was just laughing along, having a good time, but also looking between you and Yoongi and wondering in the back of his head why the two of you weren’t laughing.

Despite that feeling that you had, you felt happier that your best friend and Namjoon were getting closer. She deserved to be with someone who made her happy, and you knew that Namjoon was a good pick for her.

__

Namjoon came to you quickly and asked about the things she liked. You happily obliged and helped him with his confession that he was planning on making.

Once he confessed to her, she immediately said yes to being his girlfriend, and you congratulated the new couple.

Yoongi, on the other hand, was quiet. He held a present in his hands. You knew that they were new headphones that you talked about the other day. You didn’t want to think about the possibility that Yoongi was also going to confess to your best friend that day.

__

You then found yourself falling deeper in love with him. You loved his laziness, his occassional corny jokes, his satirical humor, his relaxed personality. You loved the days you spent with him, where you two often sat in a comfortable silence, taking a nap on the floor because both of you had been really exhausted from that day. You loved the days you would sit in the studio and watch him work while you did your own work on your laptop. When you fell asleep on the uncomfortable couch because he was still working until 1am, he would place a blanket over you and then bring you some hot tea. He would gently wake you up later and then carry you back to the dorm until you got embarrassed and told him to put you down. Then, the two of you would rest comfortably in bed, in separate rooms of course.

But you hated the days when all he would do was stare at your best friend. When you two hung out with each other, and she would walk in, his eyes would immediately be on her, constantly glancing at her. He never noticed you staring at him in pain. It hurt when someone that you loved was in love with someone else, especially if that someone else was your own best friend.

Eventually, your best friend found out about your feelings for Yoongi. You told her that you didn’t have a chance because he liked her. She didn’t believe you at all and told you that she hadn’t looked at anyone but Namjoon.

As much as you begged her not to, she went to Yoongi to ask him who he liked. She wanted to prove to you that he liked you, and not her. You listened to them through the door.

“Yoongi, can I ask you something?” Your best friend asked and you felt your heart race in nervousness.

“What is it?” He sounded very interested, it was a completely different tone than what he used when he talked to you. You already knew how this was going to end.

“Who do you like?” She asked bluntly.

“Huh?”

“Who do you like?” She repeated. “Someone told me you liked me, but I just want to make sure if it’s true or not. Please tell the truth.”

There was a long pause and your heart beat louder and louder in anticipation. You knew what the answer was going to be. You knew, but when he said it, you still felt tears run down your cheeks and your chest felt like it was being torn apart.

“I like you.”

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A Single Daffodil Masterlist

Summary: Getting arranged to be married to your long-time crush wasn't exactly the fairy tale romance you were hoping for. Nor is the dynamic of the marriage, with your husband treating you like you don't exist. But you're going to make this work, whether he cares about you or not. And he definitely doesn't...right?

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Rating: 18+ minors DNI

Genre: angst, romance, unrequited love, smut, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage au, businessman yoongi

Warnings: parental trauma, sibling trauma, toxic parents, unrequited love, explicit language, alcohol usage, yoongi's kind of mean, future smut

Chapter 1 3.25.24

Chapter 2 4.1.24

Chapter 3 4.21.24

Chapter 4 5.15.24

Chapter 5 7.20.24

Chapter 6 10.15.24

Chapter 7

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Untitled (Arranged Marriage!Yoongi) | Teaser

Pairing: Chaebol/CEO!Yoongi x Fem!Reader, Final!???? x Fem!Reader

Genre: Chaebol(ish)!AU, Arranged Marriage!AU, Yoongi is a big ol' butthead for a while, Humor

Summary: Your husband-to-be, Min Yoongi, is a beautiful, gorgeous, cruel asshole. And his friends are no better.

Word Count: 1.4k

Rating: 18+

AN: This has been sitting in my WIPs for a while, and is also 100% @hamsterclaw's fault for driving me insane with her Vows series. It's nowhere near finished and I don't actually have an estimated date to begin posting, but it IS his birthday so....

A special thanks to @madbutgloriouspond and @nabiolive for beta-ing what's been written so far! Love you both always and forever.

Also I HATE coming up with titles so this has none at the moment.

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Your first impression of Min Yoongi is that pictures didn't do him justice. There are certainly worse men you could be marrying to get ahead in life, at least from a physical standpoint. If you had met him under other circumstances, you might have been ecstatic.

Unfortunately, your first meeting is to discuss the terms of your engagement and eventual marriage. So that's hiccup number one in terms of establishing some sort of relationship based on mutual affection and attraction.

Hiccup number two is that he is a massive asshole.

You sit wordlessly across from each other in glacial silence as you wait for him to say something, to look at you, to at least fucking acknowledge your presence. But he hasn't so much as glanced your way since your parents and lawyers left the conference room to "allow the new couple a chance to get to know each other," as if this is their idea of a cute first date.

You use the time to study the man you're expected to marry. He's objectively striking with flowing dark hair and smooth, pale skin that has you vaguely wondering about his skincare routine. He almost looks like a doll, and the deathly silence does nothing to dispel the image. Finally, you can't take it anymore.

"So, do you - "

"I'm going to make a few things clear," he cuts you off, and for the first time today he deigns to look you in the eye. His own are dark and beautiful, and the ice in his gaze is matched only by the cold, almost bored quality of his voice. You shut up, too shocked by his rudeness to do anything but stare back.

"I have no interest or desire to be married to you," he says bluntly, stunning you further. "I am doing this out of necessity. Publicly, we'll have to attend events together, but otherwise don't expect me to hold your hand or act like I'm your boyfriend. I have responsibilities that matter, and I don't need you wasting my time with frivolous activities."

It's like the frost radiating from his body is trying to wrap its icy tendrils around your throat, but the flare of irritation at his complete dismissal of you is enough to melt away its bite. Your mind flashes back to the information your investigator had gathered, because you're not stupid enough to agree to marry someone completely blind.

Min Yoongi, 28 years old, only son and heir to Min Hyunsuk, President of Hansol Group. No arrests or convictions on record - at least nothing that couldn't be paid away, probably. He had been speculated to be in a quiet, long-term relationship with his college sweetheart, Kim Yongsun, and his cruel words only add credence to the theory.

You're not an idiot. You weren't expecting some kind of soap opera romance where you and your fiance hit it off and fall madly in love. You would have been satisfied with someone who at least respected you and the partnership, who you could have sex with without wanting to vomit. Those are more than reasonable expectations for a transactional relationship in which both parties are supposed to be benefitting.

Director's boards always seem to think a married man is more reliable than a bachelor, despite half of the assholes having mistresses on the side. You have a niggling feeling that there's some sort of agreement between Yoongi himself and his father, one that stipulates marriage with someone "suitable." Apparently, Yoongi's ex didn't meet his family's standards.

You might have felt bad for the man if he wasn't acting like such a colossal prick before so much as a single hello. Boo-fucking-hoo, he has to marry you instead of the girl he loves. Well, he's the one who made the choice for himself, not you.

You've honed many skills and talents over the years. One of them is being petty to a fault.

So you put the brightest, sweetest smile possible on your face, and for the first time today he wears an expression other than annoyance or bored indifference. He looks surprised.

"As you wish, dear fiance," you reply, saccharine sugar dripping from your voice like poison. "I will put all of my efforts into not inconveniencing you."

His eyes narrow at your tone, but before he can reply, your parents return. You bid a polite farewell, taking great glee in pressing a chaste kiss on Yoongi's cheeks as he gives you a murderous stare, and leave with your father.

"That went very well," he says as you exit the tall glass building, looking satisfied.

"Yes, Yoongi was very charming," you agree pleasantly, resisting the urge to scream when your father nods. He probably wouldn't care if Yoongi hit you behind closed doors as long as it didn't come to light or jeopardize the family name. Or the company's stock prices.

"I'm glad you've finally come around," your father says proudly as your driver pulls up and opens the door for the two of you to get in. "This is the best way you can help our family."

Yeah, I went to business school overseas so I would be a more favorable marriage option to some rich asshole, you think sourly, adjusting the skirt of your dress beneath you so it wouldn't wrinkle. You fucking idiot.

"Of course, father," you reply docilely, folding your hands in your lap as you turn to stare out the window. It galls to swallow down the words you really want to say, but you've long since learned to save your breath.

Besides, it's easier to maneuver when people underestimate you.

~~~~~

One month and one staged set of proposal pictures later, you're having an ostentatious engagement party so Yoongi can show off his new fiancee. Wait fuck that and fuck him, he's attending as your fiance.

Neither of you are particularly interested in the event, but hell hath no fury like a set of parents who want to show everyone how picture perfect their kids' lives are. And by extension, their own.

You idly wonder if he'll be able to pull off even a modicum of boyfriend behavior, considering he's been just as standoffish every other time you've seen him since that horrible first meeting. He'd once rolled his eyes when you had the audacity to ask how his family was doing, because fuck you for trying to make the best of what's rapidly becoming an incredibly painful situation.

So, because you know it infuriates him, you always greet him with a hug and a kiss he has to reciprocate because others are watching. The veiled fury in his eyes is the only thing that gets you through the meetings.

Plus he has quite kissable lips, which you discovered during the obligatory kiss picture during the proposal shoot. It had actually been quite pleasant to be cradled in his arms, his soft rose petal lips pressed against yours. At least, until you remembered who was holding you.

You're inspecting the finishing touches on your hair and makeup when your phone buzzes.

Yoonyoon I'm here. Hurry up.

God he is such a dick. Giving his phone contact a stupid nickname was the best idea you'd ever had.

You Of course, babe <3

He doesn't respond, of course, and you slip on your heels before leaving your apartment and taking the elevator down. Your eyes fall on the sleek, dark gray car in front of the building and you make your way towards it.

Yoongi is on his phone, and he doesn't even bother to look up when you enter the passenger's seat.

"Took you long enough," he says boredly, as if you hadn't left your unit as soon as you got his message. You take a deep breath and count to ten before pasting a smile on your face.

"Sorry babe, I just wanted to look good for you," you coo obnoxiously, relishing in the way his lips purse together in irritation. He turns to face you, face irate.

"I thought I told you not to - " he shuts up abruptly, eyes widening slightly as he takes you in. His gaze flickers down your body before it settles back to your face, and he looks stunned, like he's never seen you before.

Actually, now that you think about it, this might be the first time he's really looked at you. The night of your engagement party. How hilariously sad.

"Something the matter?" you ask, half expecting him to tell you you look like shit. Your voice seems to snap him back to his senses, and he turns forward again, foot hitting the gas so hard your back thumps into the leather back of your seat.

Asshole.

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lubdubsworld (prev. sunshyngal) fics w/ chapter links

My favorite @lubdubsworld fics with updated links, (since their masterlist haven’t been updated with new links since they changed URL). Had a few people ask about it too, so hope others find this helpful as well.

(This is not even close to all of their fics. If you want to find more you’ll have to search their blog and/or go through their archive)

Yoongi x OC

Make it Hurt (Then Kiss it Better) -  A/B/O

Summary : Min Jung fights her biology, her genetic make up, her body. But she can’t fight her heart. Especially when said heart keeps calling for a handsome Alpha with warm brown eyes and a breathtaking smile.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 6.5  - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 (Final) 

Amor Vincit Omnia - Gang!AU,  Arranged Marriage

Summary : The worst thing you can do to a guy? Marry him when he begs you not to. Worst thing you can do to yourself? Fall in love with him afterwards.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18 - Chapter 19 - Chapter 20 (Final)

Taehyung x OC

Change of Heart -  Werewolf!AU

Times are changing. After years of being oppressed, werewolves are taking a stand against humans , demanding equal rights and fair treatment. Heading the movement is Kim Taehyung, the breathtaking heir to the Kim fortune and one of the few remaining Alpha werewolves in the country. His disdain for the human race is well known and well warranted. They killed his family after all. He wants to change the world , to put humans in their place but when his five year old daughter takes a shine to their very human neighbor , maybe he has to start with a change of heart, first.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 -  Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 -  Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 -  Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 (Final)

Jungkook x OC

The Sadness of Things - A/B/O, Arranged Marriage

Summary : A recently widowed Jungkook agrees to a contract marriage to keep his company afloat. His grief overwhelms him and it is hard to look at his new wife as anything other than an intruder .

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 (Final)

Harvest Moon -  Werewolf!AU

Summery : Jungkook is a very special Alpha. The future head alpha and one of the strongest wolves in the clan. He is spoken for, a perfect mate ready for him. OC isn’t anything special. She’s an orphan and she wants only to spend the rest of her life in her cottage with a normal mate. She’s nothing special but somehow, Jungkook chooses her during the mating run and suddenly she’s thrown into a world that is both new and terrifying.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 (Final)

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The angst..... Mhmm, perfect. Just what I wanted. I didn’t actually look for angst to read, but this just makes me feel so happy to read it. Don’t know if it just me or someone else too, but I love reading angsty married husband wife fics who have nothing like married couples do. Thankyou author for this fic.

Girl Crush - MYG

Part of my Milestone Drabble Request Game. Find the request here.

Read the follow-up drabble, Afterglow.

Pairing: Husband!Yoongi X Wife!Reader

Theme: Angst, Unrequited love au, arrange marriage au

Wordcount: 1.5k+

Summary: It was and is Min Yoongi, who you fell in love with over the course of charity galas, executive meetings, quarterly gatherings, parties and so on. And he never once looked in your direction. But then again, there are very few people Yoongi really looked at.

Based on Girl Crush by Harry Styles (Cover).

Warnings: unhappy marriage, unrequited love, yoongi loves someone else. this is very painful.

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: I had this idea sitting on my head for a long time now. Thanks to @jimintaemin for requesting this and giving me a chance of writing this. This is very angsty just as you wanted. Hope you like this. Hit me back with your feedback!:)

“I've got a girl crush… Hate to admit it but I’ve got a heart rush… It ain’t slowin' down”

“I assume you already know that this is a marriage of convenience, a negotiation between two companies. And I hope you will not expect anything from me. As long as it’s about responsibilities, I am okay with those. But don’t expect anything more.” Min Yoongi had said, cold and stoic, as if not conversing but stating some flat facts related to stock prices. 

He was not wrong. Whatever he had said are indeed facts and there was nothing you didn’t already know.

So you stood there, standing as still as a porcelain doll, ready to fall and break at any given moment. 

“And just so you know… I have someone.” he finished, diverting his eyes from you even though he never really looked at you properly. 

Although you were glad that he didn’t. You were more than happy that he didn’t witness tears rolling down your face, gathering below your chin and dropping down at the immaculate fabric of your wedding gown. 

Do tears leave stains? You hoped that was not the case. 

It’s not that you pictured a fairytale married life for you. You know arranged marriages come with more cons than pros. You knew you would have to pay the price.. but at the same time you had no choice. You were even more reluctant to do anything because it was him. 

It was and is Min Yoongi, who you fell in love with over the course of charity galas, executive meetings, quarterly gatherings, parties and so on. And he never once looked in your direction. But then again, there are very few people Yoongi really looked at. 

It was foolish for you to expect a man of his stature would not have someone to love, to be loved by. And it was even more foolish for you to think, you can be his wife, a real one.. and lead a life with him. 

However, now you know it’s impossible. And the realization made you feel helpless, caged and broken. 

“I won’t expect anything, I promise, but in return… Can we at least be friends? It will make things easy for both of us.” you’d uttered upon managing your voice and emotions. 

Only then he looked at you, like really looking at you with a small smile playing on his lips, he’d said “sure.”  

That was the moment you realized you had a girl crush. And it was the woman who managed to make Yoongi, your husband, fall in love. 

“I got it real bad.. Want everything she has That smile and that midnight laugh.. She's giving you now.” 

You thought, you would be angry. You thought every possible darkness would cover your senses, when you’d meet her for the first time. 

But wrong… you were. 

You had so many prejudices about this woman and you hated her with every drop of blood your body owns but all of it evaporated in thin air when she smiled at you standing right at your and yoongi’s door. 

She is beautiful, she is kind, she is loveable… and maybe everything else you can’t ever be. 

“Thank you so much, Y/N. I never thought I was going to see Yoongi ever again.” she’d murmured as she stood close to you in the kitchen, preparing dinner for you three. 

You had stared into her eyes then.. Trying to find mockery and a hint of brazen victory telling you, “you’re only his paper wife. I own his heart.” 

But again.. Again you were disappointed. 

In her eyes, there was no mockery, no pretense, no dishonesty.. Rather only understanding and kindness. Only then you understood why Yoongi loves her so much. 

Why will it never be you and always be her.  

That night as you stood at the balcony, enjoying the stinging sensation cold wind brought to you, you heard them laughing.

It was the first time you heard Min Yoongi laughing. Even though faint and muffled, you could still sense his happiness through the sound. 

Min Yoongi was finally happy... for the first time since the wedding ceremony... and you were not the reason. 

All of a sudden, you were jealous again, even though you were not sure if you had the right or not. 

“I want to taste her lips… Yeah, 'cause they taste like you I want to drown myself… In a bottle of her perfume”

You didn’t know what you were thinking when you invited her to your and Yoongi’s honeymoon. 

Both of your and his parents have been pestering you to set out for the trip. You have been using excessive workload as the excuse and you assumed Yoongi to do the same.

But a week ago, everything went south when Yoongi had a fight with his father. As a result, flights were booked, accommodations were chosen and you two were notified only two days prior. 

That night, Yoongi didn’t come back home. And when he did, he didn’t speak a single word to you. 

The visible frown on his forehead and the cold aura that oozed from him, made you want to make him smile, made you invite his lover to the trip secretly.  

She was already there when you two reached and you will never forget Yoongi’s reaction when he realized what was happening. 

The grumpy cold Yoongi broke into gummy smiles and giggles as soon as he saw her. They kissed right in front of your eyes and you silently cried. 

Oh how you wish, you could taste him too. How you wish, he would hold you like that, caress you like that. 

How you wish… he would love you like that. 

“I want her long blond hair… I want her magic touch Yeah, 'cause maybe then… You'd want me just as much”

 “Babe, could you please turn your head a little? Yes.. yes just like that.” 

You watched the man as he clicked photos after photos of the woman he loves, seemingly trying to document her beauty for a long long time.  

You watched her as her long blond hair flowed like a waterfall down her shoulder, wind ruffling it gently making her look even more beautiful. 

“Let’s take a selfie, will you?” she shouted at him and he chuckled. 

He buried his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, he said, “you smell so nice.”

You wondered, what she smelled like, what perfume did she use to make Yoongi look this satisfied. You even considered asking her, purchasing a bottle and drowning yourself in one of those if that means Yoongi would love to smell you too, he would curl himself around you late at night. If that means Yoongi would want you, just as much. 

“I don't get no sleep… I don't get no peace Thinking about her.. Under your bed sheets”

“Where are you going?” confusion dripped through Yoongi’s voice. You stopped at your tracks and turned to face him. 

“I will sleep in the other room. You two should have your space. I will send her in as soon as I am there.” you smiled at him, even though your heart bleed invisibly inside your chest at the thought of how they would spend the night together. 

“No, Y/N. We will adjust. You sleep here in the suite.” Yoongi commented, as firm as a verdict, as he stepped towards where you stood. 

“But Yoongi, I am alone, what would I do with all this space?” you sighed. You definitely didn’t want to be left alone at the honeymoon suite, decorated for the newlyweds. You hate it. Totally loathe the decorations. Those giant red hearts had been mocking you since the moment you stepped there. You might tear those to pieces if you were left there alone, raising endless questions regarding such an act. 

“You have done enough. You have done much more than you needed to and I feel like I’m taking advantage of your kindness. So, please… stay here. Enjoy the stay. We will manage.” giving you one of his tight lipped smiles, Yoongi slipped out of the room to spend the night with his lover. 

That night when you slid inside the covers, which smelled awfully like him because he took a nap earlier in the evening, you started breaking down. 

Your hopes, your dreams, and your heart all started crumbling right before your eyes. You held the duvet tightly around yourself and pretended it was yoongi wrapped around you, it was Yoongi, whispering sweet things in your ear, it was Yoongi, telling you that he loved you. 

Somewhere you knew, Yoongi is actually doing all these things in real-time but.. Not to you.. Not for you. 

You closed your eyes, tears streamed down your cheeks and wetted the pillow. You imagined your life as her… as your girl crush… as the woman your husband, Min Yoongi, loves. 

“I've got a girl crush… Hate to admit it but I’ve got a heart rush… It ain’t slowin' down”

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Find me this one fic, someone. Please.

Namjoon x reader x yoongi. Co-workers au? Office au? Don’t remember, but it had a lot of corporal talk at the starting of the fic, and at first, i think reader has a crush on yoongi l, but it doesn’t work out, then she gets together with namjoon, and wow the smut that ensues after that, he asks her to pick up yoongi’s call while he’s eating ____ .

Why am I not able to find it?????? If you’ve read something similar or close to this, please let me know. I’m trying to find it for so long, it’s trusfrating at this point. It is also on Ao3.

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BTS MASTERLIST

↬┊HEADCANONS ... (bullet points) ㅤㅤ⚘. what their love feels like, hyung line ... fluff. ㅤ

↬┊ONE-SHOTS ... (-2k) ㅤㅤ⚘. waltz of possibility, yoongi ... getting ready for your best friend's wedding brought up a possibility that could last an eternal life. ... fluff. ㅤㅤ⚘. complicit silence, yoongi ... it was yoongi's birthday and, since you missed being with him and wanted to celebrate his day, you decided to surprise yoongi at his studio. ... fluff. ㅤㅤ⚘. for the rest of my life, yoongi ... you had to write a poem for a class and, when your creativity betrayed you, you decided to ask your boyfriend for help. ... fluff. ㅤㅤ⚘. a place to exist, yoongi ... yoongi only existed with you. that was the only reality he knew. so, how could he handle life without you by his side? ... angst. ㅤ

↬┊LONG-SHOTS ... (+2k) ㅤㅤ⚘. the feeling of being alive, jungkook ... of all the emotions you've ever felt, none were worthy of making you feel alive; that is, until you invited your best friend over to your house after a night out. ... smut. ㅤㅤ⚘. the numbers between us, yoongi ... you had a little habit that had been with you since you were little: you loved to count, everything. but when yoongi went to visit his future university and left you alone in the city, this little habit became more addictive. ... fluff ... pre-college!au. ㅤㅤ⚘. pawns in the cosmos, namjoon ... namjoon was in love with you since the first day he saw you, but letting your magic paralize him, he never had the courage to admit it to you – that is, until he found out that you were his soulmate. ... fluff, angst ... soulmate!au, college!au. ㅤㅤ⚘. in its right place, namjoon ... for kim namjoon, a person of habits, everything had to be in its right place – it was only logical. therefore he never thought about any change, much less one involving you. ... fluff. ㅤ

↬┊SERIES ... (+2 parts) ㅤㅤ⚘. !BTS, what would it be like if the stars told you stories and the gods guided BTS to you? ... ot7 ... fluff, angst. ... [ on going ]. ㅤㅤ⚘. BTS as..., the world is made of little things and its those little things that make the life worth living – who truly are BTS? ... ot7 ... angst. ... [ on going ].

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masterlist

Part 1 of the Silk Series

mafia!Namjoon x reader

mafia! au, Arranged marriage! Au

7.6k words

mature 👁 (who am I?), romance, fluff, implied first time? (Or maybe just no one’s ever loved her right)

Hi guys! surprise! Guess who’s back with a brand new one shot? I’d had an idea I was so tempted to try. It was supposed to be really quick, maybe just a few hundred words- more a blurb than anything else- but very quickly grew into an almost 8 thousand word story in the course of a day. This is very different for me. I’ve never toyed with mafia! au’s, and I’ve never written a proper story with Namjoon. Halfway through, I even though of changing it to Hobi- but joon is just too perfect for this genre. This is the first time I’ve ever written or shared a story that got quite this intimate. Clearly, since it’s me, there’s still a ton of heart, but writing this part of a love story is very new for me- so posting this comes with quite a bit of vulnerability. Feedback would be amazing. The absolutely beautiful moodboard was made by the ethereally talented @today-we-will-survive . It suits the story so perfectly in every way. I even went back to tweak small details to match up with her picture selections after I saw the board because they were just so impeccable.

I hope you enjoy it! —Christiana 💕���

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“There she is.”

His gravelly voice sent a chill down your spine as you entered the room, softly locking the door behind you. Rolling his head to the side, Namjoon met your eyes. His gaze was so enticing, so seductive in the dark, but his smile was warm as ever. You were a puddle in his hands the second his dimples showed up and he knew it. As his eyes lazily raked over you, he opened his arms in invitation.

“Come here, baby girl.” 

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I love all your fics, dia. You’re an exceptionally good writer, and i love reading everything you write 💕🤌🏻🥺

Sweatshirt & Coffee

Character / Genre / Word count: Hoseok x reader | Coffee Shop!au, Fluff | 1,569 words

Drabble game request: J-Hope + “Is that mine?” + Coffee Shop AU | for @the95liner

Waking up to a warm morning on the bed that has the scent of his cologne has always become the highlight of your day. But it feels incomplete when you stretch out your sore limbs only to find that you are completely on your own on that bed this morning.

You look around and groan in disappointment when he is nowhere in sight, but the scent of coffee wafts through your senses and your eyes catch the sight of a white mug - along with a folded note and a plate of toast - placed on the bedside table. You shift under the blanket that is covering your bare naked body until you can reach to the side, stretching your arm to pick up the note and read its contents.

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Beautiful Woman

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader Genre: Fluff Word Count: 2.1k Summary: Based on a tumblr text post that goes

“My dad always used to refer to my mum as “the most beautiful woman in the world” and I always thought it was kind of dumb, because I could look at my mum and know for sure that she was not the most beautiful woman in the world, not even by far, and I always thought that my dad was just saying that to be nice. And then one day I met the most beautiful woman in the world.”

If you find it, please link it to me, I’d appreciate it very much! Thanks! X

Note: I found a post on Instagram and read it out to my friends because I saw the OT7 for this but they saw Hobi before anyone else. I’m thinking about making a series maybe? For all of them? Idk. Yes. Hello. I am not dead.

Dad was always really sappy when it came to mom. He gave her flowers, candlelit dinners, surprised her with her favourite things and overall tried to be the husband she always dreamed of marrying. People would always look at them and wonder or wish that they could achieve something like that some day, but having to live with that every day of my life proved to be kind of uncomfortable.

Even though I was born into the world under my noona’s caring eye, she wasn’t there to share my discomfort when it came to our parents’ affections; If anything, she dreamed, just like everyone else, to have something akin to their relationship one day.

Me?

I just want to survive college. Even if my family supports my dancing through and through, I still push myself to do my best in order to make them proud. I major in dance, minor in international studies. Even though dancing is what I love to do and it’s what I want to do for the rest of my life, from where I stand right now I’m not completely sure if it can sustain me right after college is over. Dance companies get really picky with who they recruit.

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This was cute, dia. Thankyou for this early in the morning 💕

Sweatshirt & Coffee

Character / Genre / Word count: Hoseok x reader | Coffee Shop!au, Fluff | 1,569 words

Drabble game request: J-Hope + “Is that mine?” + Coffee Shop AU | for @the95liner

Waking up to a warm morning on the bed that has the scent of his cologne has always become the highlight of your day. But it feels incomplete when you stretch out your sore limbs only to find that you are completely on your own on that bed this morning.

You look around and groan in disappointment when he is nowhere in sight, but the scent of coffee wafts through your senses and your eyes catch the sight of a white mug - along with a folded note and a plate of toast - placed on the bedside table. You shift under the blanket that is covering your bare naked body until you can reach to the side, stretching your arm to pick up the note and read its contents.

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[yashodaficrecs]

Everything about this from the starting to the end, it was purrrfect! Please write more something similar, but not seven minutes in heaven, minho is not my bias, but you wrote him so well, he might come in through my favourites door in my heart. Thankyou for writing this, i LOVVEEEEE it!!! 🤌🏻💕🫶🏻

1:30 pm (lmh)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | lee minho x gender-neutral reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | lovers to friends, timestamp, suggestive – 18+ is strongly advised!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | lots of kissing, grinding, love bites, reader and minho are desperate (aka horny) for one another

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 | 0.9k ~ (923)

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 | song inspiration for this lil piece below ! i hope u all enjoy ‹3 tysm for reading !! ‹3‹3

♡ m.list — ♡ you can also read it on my ao3

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

bodies pressing against each other. hands tangling in each other's hair. your fingers rake along his scalp whilst he tangles the strands of your hair around his fingers.

heavy pants and moans swallowed by one another. the desperation for more kicking in slowly but surely. you both pull apart for a brief second to allow oxygen to enter your lungs. 

minho’s kiss bitten lips attaching themselves to yours once again giving you little to no time to gather your thoughts. the small space of the closet makes you both feel small and claustrophobic. the heavy bass of the music outside ringing in your ears.

all you care about is him. the man that is currently taking your breath away. his hands slide down your sides to hold your waist where he soothes and strokes you from over your clothing.

his body is pressing against you. his chest against yours, one leg between yours to keep your legs parted as you hover over his strong thigh. you grip onto his shirt, hot breath mixing together with saliva.

skin hot and sticky. the air is humid and suffocating from the small space. your heart thumping so heavy and hard, it rings in your ears and drowns out the background noise.

minho's hands dip under your clothing. his hot yet soothing and gentle fingers caress the skin of your sides causing goose bumps to rise to the skin. 

it makes him chuckle. it makes him love that he still has that effect on you. his head tilts to the side to allow himself to deepen the kiss even more. his tongue gliding along your swollen bottom lip. as you part your lips to allow entrance for him, he pulls away slightly to speak

“missed you.” he mumbles against your lips. you whimper softly, unable to speak because he doesn't give you a chance. he takes advantage of your parted lips to slip his tongue past them to meet your own wet and hot muscle. they both collide and tangle, a battle for dominance which you loose. minho swallows every breath moan, every drop of saliva that spills from your lips.

to him, its like honey. you taste and sound so sweet to him. it makes him tingle with excitement and adrenaline to pump through his veins. his shaky hands move from your waist to the small of your back where he pulls you even closer to him.

you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't miss him. since the break up (which was on healthy terms), you've missed him more than ever.

right person, wrong time. the stars were just not quite aligned back then. both of you have different aspirations and goals. the beginning of the relationship was good but once the honeymoon period was over, you both found yourselves fighting over anything and everything due to stress and the pressure to maintain the healthy relationship, so when it turned unhealthy, you both mutually agreed to break up.

you'd rather have him as a friend and still in your life than not at all. the same applies to minho.

“minho..” you gasp as you feel his lips peppering soft and gentle kisses on your neck. he sucks and gently bites the skin, leaving small love bites. his crotch now pressing against you which allows you to feel how excited he is for you.

and if that was enough of a tell-tale sign, he slowly starts to rub himself against you.

“‘m sorry yn. it's been a while and i’ve missed you so much.” his hot breath fans against your hot skin, making you feel shivers.

he vowed to never get attached to you. he promised himself but one touch, one kiss was all it took for him to fall deep in love with you. you're all he ever thinks about. after the break up, he thought he'd be able to spend more time focusing on his dreams and goals but instead, his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of you causing him to become severely distracted and desperate for you.

he slowly grinds and rubs against you. his head dipping and forehead resting on your shoulder as he pants heavily and desperately. like an animal in heat, he grips onto your waist with a small amount of force and his moans soon turn deep, long and frequent as he fluidly lets them slip past his lips.

you grip onto his clothing, desperation kicking in for the both of you as you grind and rub against one another. you match one another's tempo, moans mixing together and becoming one. minho kicks his head back a little, exposing his neck to you as his eyes flutter shut and lips part, hair sticking to his forehead and back of his neck.

“yn.. fuck, yn.” he moans softly. you close your eyes slowly, lips parting as you allow the pleasure to rush through your veins like adrenaline.

his touch, his sounds. it's all making you feel tingles. his nimble fingers that's caressing your skin is setting your skin on fire. his moans ring in your ears. the butterflies fluttering in your stomach make you feel giddy but also nauseous. everything about minho right now is making you feel dizzy. but strangely, you've missed these feeling. 

as you open your mouth to speak, to beg and ask for more, to take this elsewhere due to the intense amount of lust and desire you both have, you're rudely interrupted by a knock on the closet door.

“five minutes is over!”

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Blog update.

I have not gone MIA, i’m here, just not reading fanfictions at the moment, but i’m here, just reading the book that is hyped a lot and it seemed intriguing, so thought why not give it a try?

Haunting Adeline is horror in words, and scary, but it’s good that I have the power to choose not to read it when I don’t want to, i’m at chapter seven, can’t lie and say that i don’t like zade, I do, he’s amazing, i need that fucked up shit, and Adeline is meh-meh heroine, but the author’s writing is good, so i’m gonna read more, even it that means, i need to take breaks and read the damn book!