CURRENT UPDATE: Chap 2 Is Done I Will Just Proof-read Everything And Weed/edit Out Some Stuff Then Ill

CURRENT UPDATE✍️: Chap 2 is done 🥲 I will just proof-read everything and weed/edit out some stuff then I’ll post it really really soon! I hope ya’ll get to like it as much as I enjoyed writing it 🥺

I really love OC Y/N and Producer! Min Yoongi (AU). I know I’ve been saying it alot 😭 as much as I want to hold on to them, I need to try and make this story brief... and end it soon, but not on next chap tho. I’m still starting to write, so I don’t know if I am ready for a long series 😅 there are alot of things I still need to learn and improve in terms of writing so yeah. Maybe someday, I’ll probably make one 🥲

I hope everyone is having a great today!!! Until then

Seesaw (I)

Genre: Mature/Smut, Strangers to Lovers, Friends with benefits, Producer! Min Yoongi (AU), Fuck girl! OC Y/N (AU), Neighbors AU (a Spin-Off to “Moving On”)

Warning: NSFW! alot of kissing (torrid, soft, neck, and down under😉), protected sex (you can never go wrong with a rubber on, kids!), oral sex, mentions of alcohol, mentions of nipple pierce (pls don’t kill me 😣), mentions of cheating, appears to be pwp but i swear there’s a plot in this..so bear with me please😖, elevator buddies (lol. thanks ggukieland for mentioning this) to eventual lovers. I’m ending this in good terms 😌

Synposis: His outfits always in black, and if not black then it must be in dark muted tones. You pressed the button on the elevator floor, and positioned yourself at the edge. You watched his back from a distance, and turned away if he moves his head. You were always the one who start your small conversation with him: From “good day” to “good night” to “that’s interesting (whatever it is you find ‘interesting’ from him, even though you were interested in him more than the item)” and other things. You and your little crush to your neighbor who lived on the 18th floor.

Until one rainy night, all drenched and cold, and your eyes smudged all over with kohl, you found him waiting for you inside the elevator. His body slacked on the edge, hair unkept, his jacket barely settled on his shoulder while holding on to an empty bottle of scotch.

“Rough night?” he asked while you moved to the other side of the lift,  pressing the button from the elevator immediately closing its door.

“Yeah, seems you had one too?” you watched him attempt to position himself upright in amusement.

He drank from the empty bottle before he replied and realized straightaway that it’s been drained.

An idea came up to you suddenly and you asked: “I have more of that in my place. Wanna come over?”

A/N: Yoongi have been tormenting me of his visual for weeks and I just have to. Also I owe Producer!Min Yoongi to be happy. :( I hope you’ll enjoy “Seesaw” as much I enjoyed writing it. I decided to make it a mini-series because ideas are just piling up for the two.

And yep, mood song is “Seesaw” by Suga 💖

Thank you: @ggukkieland​ @sugaaddiction​

Word count: 7,190k

“Good morning” you said upon entering inside the elevator. You walked past him and placed your back on the steel wall for support.

“Good morning”  he replied, eyes blinking.

You opened your insulated tumbler to drink your freshly brewed hot coffee you made before leaving your apartment, when you noticed something particularly interesting from the lone stranger you’re with inside the lift. “Nice bean hat” you complimented.

“It’s a gift from my friend” he looks up at the elevator screen, monitoring what floor you two are currently in before it hits the ground floor. “That coffee smells nice, Ethiopian beans?” he turned his head a little to your direction, but wasn’t trying to look back at you particularly.

“No, Tanzania Peaberry” you took a sip and levelled your eyes to the decreasing number before the elevator digital screen until it hits ‘Lobby’. “Well, have a good day!” you smiled at him as you walked pass through his side. Yoongi let you leave first, like a true gentleman that he is.

It was always the same dry and small conversation. Always the same feeling whenever he is around. Your little crush on the man living on the 18th floor.

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ELEMENT WRITER TAG

thanks for the tag Amelia 🥺 @writtenwhalien

Fire Writer

You burn. In the night, under the hot sun, you burn. You shine in the darkest nights, bringing to your readers an immortal fire. No one is able to portray feelings better than you. Emotions burn your characters, making them matches in dark rooms, lighting up everything, and burning from their own hands. Your best is shown in short stories, where the flames of your character’s souls can burn brighter than ever, and become ashes. Your stories hold the most passionate love, soft sighs whispered against a lover’s skin, and the neon lights of a night club. Pain is your second name, and you don’t mind it. Wars, betrayal, yearning, a/b/o and enemy to lovers are your favorite tropes. But when you decide to comfort, the fierce fire that burns in your soul becomes the warm hug of a blanket in a cold day. Established relationships, per-relationship fluff and medical fics are great at showing this softer side of you. Keep burning, and show everyone how hard a fire can burn, even in the coldest of the nights.

tagging: whoever wants to do this quiz too 😅

can be found here

Let me first confess that I am the anon that requested for this drabble.

This the 3rd time I read this drabble for today because this is just too beautiful 💕💕

First of all, thank you so much @btstxt-alpacat for giving time on this request. This is another wonderful masterpiece 🖼

I love how very introspective it was for me as a reader, and how close it feels like when you are in a situation where you are starting to have feelings for a friend. I love how OC Y/N was very thorough in choosing her decision throughout this story, because it is definitely difficult to be in such situation where you had to think both sides. I love how she thought about that “it’s not just me, but what about him too? is it really okay? but alot of people like him too” kind of thing. I really like how she decided to step back for a moment and see if everything is worth the wager, I really commend you on including those parts!! This is well-written 🥺

And yes, I am super sucker for Jimin brushing his hair too 😍 and to have them on scenes where he gets a bit nervous...I just died a little.

I really love this! Thank you so much! The ending was perfect!!! (that hand scene was a chef’s kiss, but also Bang PDnim’s too. Wait that sounded wrong. Let me retract that part) You are one of the great writers I met here on tumblr and I am so glad I stumbled upon your suga drabble first (also one of my faves) God this is so fluffy that even my inner demons started to cry 😭

Thank you so much for this!!! 💜💜💜💖💖💖

55. “i’ve missed this.”

56. “i’ve loved you for years.”

From this request:

Omg 🥲 are you still taking requests? Can I ask for prompts of 55 and 56. Like something to do with pandemic, like the necessary lockdown made them physically and emotionally apart but then since it’s starting to go back to normal they just dont know if things are still the same between them? 🥺

Jimin 🥲🥲 Can it be like OC Y/N and Jimin be friends who are just too afraid to tell eachother how they feel because they were just starting to get close to eachother... And their friendship kind of deepened ...but then pandemic happened, and that made them physically and emotionally apart. So now that everything’s going back to normal, they just don’t know if everything’s still the same between them or from where they left off?

word count: 3,142 ; oops! I have no idea why it became this long.

A/N: I really hope I did the request right asdkdhf Thank you again for requesting. I'm still accepting requests! You can check some prompts and send me some :)

When you first met Jimin, you never thought that you two would grow close. He was just a friend of a friend before. Although he had admitted that he was shy, it didn’t stop him from being a social butterfly. He was just the type of guy who you could easily get along with.

So it was a shock for you when you two became best friends, you had thought that you were just someone who’d he forgot in a while and would be kind enough to greet when you pass by each other but fate had something else in store for the both of you.

Before you had a chance to meet Jimin, you had already heard about him. He was a dance prodigy at your campus and everyone just seemed to, at some point in the conversation, gush over him as they watched his latest performance. You wouldn’t admit it but even yourself was struck by how graceful he danced. He made it look so easy.

In the years you had known Jimin you knew that it was with hard work that he could perfect it and you were proud of him.

It was something you grew to love about him, amongst many other things. Jimin had wedged his way into your heart and you had welcomed him. You might not know what his place is in there or what your place is in his but you were content with whatever you both have.

And you had never questioned your friendship. Not until this night.

“When are you planning to confess-” Before Taehyung could continue his sentence, you had shoved a whole strawberry at his mouth making him sit up from the couch and sputter. He gave you a glare as he tried to eat the strawberry you had ungracefully forced onto his mouth.

You rolled your eyes at him, trying to show you weren’t affected by what he was implying. No matter how many times your friend tries to force both of you to take your relationship to a whole new level, somehow no one makes a move.

“Why are you both always denying how much you love each other!” Taehyung threw his hands up, frustration creasing his dark brows.

“Just because we're best friends, doesn’t mean we’re meant to be together.” Whenever Taehyung visited, a conversation about this was always bound to come to mind.

“But you are meant to be together. Have you seen you two?” he says, “Besides, I'm his best friend, not you.”

“That is not true!”

“God, you’re both so dense,” He paused, “Maybe that’s why you’re made for each other.”

“Why do you always bring this up whenever you hang out with me?”

“Because leaving this on your hands won’t do anything.”

“We're just friends.”

“You say that but who did he choose to spend his last night in Seoul with? He could have just visited you and gone back to his dorm and spent the rest of the night with Hobi hyung but nope.”

Your face warmed as your mouth clamped, not answering.

He raised his brow, “See, once he gets to Busan far away from you, he will be calling everyday and will be clingy and he won’t even spend all his vacation days there because he can’t handle being apart from you.”

“He won’t call everyday.” You retort, crossing your arms.

“He had to see you everyday, you know how much he loves his skinship, especially with you.”

Mouth agape, you were about to tell Taehyung that he’s got it all wrong when your phone rang along with the doorbell and both of you know the subject of your conversation has arrived.

“Confess,” Taehyung ordered, his eyes intense and it’s the first time you had seen him so serious, “Before it’s too late.”

You both got up to get the door and Jimin stood on the other side in all his glory. You smiled automatically at his presence, his eyes already on you.

“Jiminie!” Taehyung says, hugging his shorter friend, not bothered by his bare feet touching the floor of the outdoors. Jimin returns the gesture, his bubbly laugh feeling the space.

Taehyung clears his throat, sending Jimin a look to which you noticed he had tried to avoid, his cheeks turning pink as he returns his gaze to you, a shy smile playing on his pretty lips.

You shake your head, taking in a breath.

It’s nothing.

The three of you stepped inside, Taehyung quickly grabbing strawberries before gathering his things and heading towards the door.

“Wait,” you called after him, confused, “You’re leaving? Jimin just got here.”

Jimin made no effort to stop his friend, as if he already knew Taehyung would be heading out as soon as he arrived.

“I thought we’ll be spending Jimin’s last night together?”

Taehyung shakes his head, “You are so dumb. Anyway, I'm heading out to catch the bus. You two lovebirds stay safe and protected.”

You might’ve looked menacing as you came for Taehyung because he hurriedly put his shoes on and slammed the door shut, leaving you breathless.

“What was that all about?”

You heard Jimin behind you. You turned around and flopped on the couch, Jimin joined you moments later.

“Same old, same old.” You answered him with a light shrug of your shoulders.

“He’s still on about that?” He asked, his tone laced with something else.

At the corner of your eye, Jimin ran his hand through his dyed hair; a habit of his that made everyone swoon.

You cleared your throat, “Yes.”

Jimin licked his lips, “So, what do you want to do?”

You ignored his query and asked, “Have you eaten yet?”

“Yes,” he beamed, “Now let’s do something.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at him, “We either just play games and watch movies. Aren’t you bored of me yet?”

He laughed and shook his head, “Never.”

The night went on as it usually does and you can’t help but notice how uncharacteristic Jimin was slowly becoming. It was nothing big but you could tell something was bothering him. He kept giving you this look that you know he wanted to say something but couldn't. He looked like he was battling his inner self and he looked like he was losing.

You wanted to confront him, to force the words out of his mouth but you don’t want to make him more uncomfortable. He would tell you when he wants to, when he feels like it.

So you brushed the feeling of apprehension aside and just enjoyed your time with him.

Tomorrow comes and Jimin has to leave to visit his family without uttering a single thing. You could tell it was bothering him and the sooner the time for him to leave, the worse it has gotten.

If Taehyung’s looks were a telltale sign then you might have a clue on what he wanted you to say.

Was he about to confess? Does Taehyung know Jimin would be too hesitant to do it? Is that why he was persuading you to confess?

Do you like Jimin?

Jimin approached you, the rest of your friends disappearing on your view and it was only him. The burn of their stare fades in the background.

Do you like Jimin?

“Hey.” Jimin smiles, it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “About last night.”

With bated breath you wait, ignoring the way he looks around and avoiding your eyes.

“I, uh,” Jimin licks his lips and you can’t help but stare.

Do you like Jimin?

“Jimin,” you smiled at him, his eyes finally connecting with yours, “I’ll see you soon.”

You don’t just like Jimin, you realized.

You love him.

Jimin engulfed you with a warm hug, his sweet scent filling up your senses.

Both of you can wait to find that courage to utter those words without the pressure and expectations from others.

Just you and him.

You can wait a little longer. You tell yourself as you watch Jimin leave to his hometown.

When the pandemic hit, Jimin was still away so he had to stay where he is for the time being and that meant miles away from you.

Granted that you can talk to each other through the phone, just like Taehyung had predicted, everyday; It is still a different feeling to have him physically be with you.

You had missed going out for coffee or watching the cinemas. You miss having him a t your home and just enjoying each other’s presence.

You had missed his touches, the way he held your waist, the way he hugged you tight and it seemed like he never wanted to let go. You miss hearing his laugh in person, pinching his cheeks and his warmth next to you.

His presence.

The unsaid words were pushed behind everything else and sometimes you wonder if it's still worth uncovering.

You still love Jimin but you can't help but think if he really does feel the same way? Was he just about to confess because of your friends? Was he even about to confess?

You hoped you weren’t just thinking that way because you were affected by Taehyung's musings that night. You hope you were right and he really just had trouble confessing like you did.

One thing you know for sure is that you have feelings for him but the topic was left unacknowledged. So because of that you were left with nothing but doubts.

It took a while for normalcy to come back but once it did, all you could think of was your loved ones and a big part of that is Jimin.

When it was finally safe for social gatherings, your friends wasted no time to hold a little party.

You were ecstatic when Jimin told you that he can finally go back and see you at the party. Despite being a little disappointed that you won’t be the first to see Jimin come back to you, you’re happy that you can finally see your best friend in person.

As you get ready for the party, you can’t help but think back on the last dilemma you had with Jimin. The unacknowledged almost confession that was pushed at the back of your mind.

The fear and doubts clogging your chest and unnamed feelings lingering there.

Is it even worth it? Are you ready to confront the unspoken words you both had when you last saw each other?

Maybe you’ll find out tonight.

Namjoon and Taehyung were the first people you saw. You gave them both a tight hug, glad to finally see your friends without the fear of endangering lives.

“Even after all that time, Jimin is still late.” Taehyung groans, you could tell he missed him too. You share the same sentiment.

“You know how he is.” You said, remembering the times Jimin's tardiness caused him trouble.

“Did you miss him Y/n?” Namjoon queries with a teasing look you know too well.

“I don’t think so,” Taehyung takes a sip of his fancy wine, “They talk almost everyday.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Doesn't mean I can’t miss him.”

“So you do.” Namjoon smirked, sipping his own alcoholic drink. You didn’t miss the way they teased you about Jimin.

“I’m getting a drink.” You playfully glare at the two before stomping your way to the kitchen.

“Y/n!” Jimin’s voice made you halt, turning around so quickly you almost missed Taehyung laughing at your reaction. You ignored him and made your way to your best friend. He hugged you as soon as you closed your distance, his familiar warmth seeping to your bones.

You almost cried, “Jimin.”

“I’ve missed this,” he whispered, his warm breath making you shiver, “I’ve missed you.”

Jimin was swept away from your arms all too soon to greet his other friends before you could even reply, before you could even say, “I missed you too.”

The party went on and you didn’t really expect Jimin to be with you all the time despite the selfish part of you wanting to steal him away. He is the kind, social butterfly you fell in love with after all.

When your social battery has run out, you declare to yourself that it is time to head home.

Jimin offered to accompany you but seeing that everyone had missed him just as much as you do, you told him you were fine on your own.

“Are you sure?” He looked torn but you know he wanted to stay and you will yourself to be strong.

He has other friends too, you can’t just steal him away from them.

You nodded, “I'm sure.”

He looked like a sad kitten and you almost laughed, “It's not like we won’t be able to see each other tomorrow!”

“I know but I’ve missed you.”

You ignore the way your heart skipped a beat, “I’m not your only friend, I’m sure you miss them too.”

“Not as much as I missed you.” He was looking away again and you gave him a short smile.

“I’ll see you soon.”

You can’t sleep.

Thoughts filled with nothing but uncertainties. Is this all you’re gonna be feeling whenever you think about Jimin? Whenever you see him?

You let out a frustrated groan. Taehyung was right, maybe you should’ve confessed and gotten your answer rather than letting your thoughts consume you.

Maybe you should call Jimin now and just demand an answer from him or better yet, confess to him and prepare for when he rejects you.

God, you feel awful.

It was when you finally found yourself drifting to sleep did the doorbell rang, followed by the constant buzzing of your phone.

You groaned, picking up the rude caller who interrupted your newfound peace.

“Y/n.” Your heart involuntarily did a leap upon hearing Jimin’s voice.

“Jimin,” you winced at how croaky your voice had become, “Are you the one at the door?”

“Yes.” He answered, he sounded like he was out of breath.

With a quick shove of your blanket, you clambered out of bed to let Jimin in. It didn’t occur to you how much you missed when he used to do this all the time. Just visiting you in the middle of the night, mostly with food as an apology for disturbing you.

“Hey.”

Jimin doesn’t have food this time but you didn’t mind that he had forgotten it. He didn’t need to apologize for disturbing you after all. He had plagued your mind and you’d rather have in front of him than away from you .

This is the time to confront everything before it’s too late.

You let him in, the silence lingering as he paces around your home. No doubt trying to spot the changes. A smile lingered on his lips as he sat himself on your couch.

You stay rooted near him, just standing and unsure of what to do.

“So what brings you here this late at night?” you start. He ran a hand through his hair, an unfamiliar feeling settling in the pit of your stomach. Did you always swoon whenever he does that, “I don't see any food.”

Maybe a little teasing would ease you both into going back to your rhythm. He released an awkward laugh, noticing your distance.

“I came here as soon as I could,” He said, you slowly moved closer and sat beside him. As he spoke, you tried to listen intently with bated breath but you tried not to let your nervousness show, “I completely forgot because all I could think of was that I need to get to you. I need to see you.”

“We can always hang out tomorrow.”

“Yeah but I don’t want to delay anything anymore. The last time I did, we were separated for a long time. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow, could be nothing, but it could be anything worse. I don’t want to be away from you ever again. I don’t want to miss another opportunity to…” He paused and took a breath.

“To what?” You whispered but you were sure he heard it. The night was quiet enough as if to give way to your voices now that you were laying everything all out.

“I’m a coward, Y/n,”

“Jimin-” You never liked Jimin downing himself so it was automatic for you to respond quickly with assurance but he grabbed your cold hands and squeezed it gently but didn’t let go. It was enough for you to stop interrupting him.

“And apparently an over-thinker.” He continued, eyes intent on you.

You listened, and waited for him to get his words out. He closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath as held your hand tighter, raising it to his lips and kissing the back of it. If your heart wasn’t beating fast enough, it sure was now, especially with the words that came next as his lips part from your skin.

“I've loved you for years,” he smiled, his bright eyes crinkling, “Since the day we met.”

“Wait,” your eyes widened at the fact, “What?”

He lets out a soft laugh, “I haven't told you because I was terrified of losing you if you didn't feel the same way. Or maybe you might think I only pursued you because of what the others keep telling us.”

“Is that what you were trying to say before you left?” The question left your mouth

even though you knew the answer to it.

“I’ve always wanted to tell you but that night I backed out again, thinking I could do it next time,” he explains with regret as he continued talking, “Thinking I could muster up the courage to do so but the pandemic happened and I couldn't see you. There is no way I would confess through the phone or facetime. I had to see you and now that I can. I don't want to waste anymore time.”

He looked away, “I’m sorry.”

You pulled Jimin into a hug, a surprised sound escaping his lips. Then you whispered “Jimin, I love you too and I’m sorry for-”

“It’s okay. Taehyung did say we’re both dumb,” he hugged you back, your bodies pressed even tighter, “I might need to punch him for that but I also need to thank him.”

“He also said it’s the reason why we’re made for each other.” You chuckled as you recalled Taehyung’s words. Jimin just sighed, nuzzling his face on your neck.

“So can I stay the night?” He asked playfully as you two parted, a teasing smirk on his lips.

You shake your head but an endeared expression is evident on your face as you stare at him, your best friend, your love, “You can stay forever.”

“Good. because I don’t want to be away from you for so long ever again.”

A/N: I hope that anyone who read this liked it! I'm having doubts with my writing so I'm worried, I guess.

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here we gooo😋 ♧

You’re my: sweetest moot 💕💕

How I met you: SEARCHED FOR YOU. Literally lol. I was your reader and love your “Baby Fever” so much but I lost my old phone then, so I went on search spree one night to look for your url again. And decided to profess my love for you and your fics😂

Why I follow you: how can I not follow such a talented writer??? Amelia. I told you this before, I truly believe God has favorites, and tossed all the writing talents to you which left me with few. You always end up everything so good and in so much fluff 🥺🥺🥺

Your blog is: Full of great stories that I always gladly want to get lost to... and you are filling me with good stuff Jimin post too👌🏻👌🏻

Your URL is: pretty smart. The fact that you allude it to one of BTS’s good songs (well of them are, but these are a classic fan favorite, imho) and put written next to it. That’s smart!

Your icon is: JIMIN!!! We are both whipped for Jimin 😭🥺💕(please spare me from him, I beg you)

A random fact I know about you: Just each time we talked in DMs, it always feel warm. Why? How Amelia? 🥺💕

General opinion: Just like Jimin, all your fics are “sexy, cutey, lovely”. You are a very sweet person and I like seeing you in my dash and DMs because you just give genuine warmth... I am also grateful for your advices too 🥺💕💜

A random thought I have: Haha! That thing about my icon is... yeah 🤣🤣🤣🙈🙈🙈🥴 🍶 lol that was embarasing, but fun yeah 🤣

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