Everything About Yoongi Makes Me Soooooooffffftttt

everything about yoongi makes me soooooooffffftttt

“Are you really not going to complain even once?”

yoongi x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.8K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s a little handyman Min helping reader/Kid with some simple home improvement projects. He’s super sweet and adorable about it and she’s annoying but he’s endeared. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 

p.s. Happy birthday to our favorite honey boy! It’s Yoongi day!!! 

Observing your boyfriend from the bathroom doorway, you smirked at the little grunts that echoed through the room. Every twist of his wrench was accompanied by a low grumble from Yoongi’s throat. If he wasn’t fixing your sink out of the goodness of his heart, his undying love for you, and your complete inability to do it yourself, you’d tease him for being a grandpa.

When he arrived at your apartment fifteen minutes earlier, you had ambushed him with the home improvement project. He left a sweet kiss on your cheek as he entered your living room, immediately pulling his eyebrows together when you flashed him a pout. “What?”

“My bathroom sink is leaking,” you sighed.

The man glanced toward the bathroom in thought, a small pout taking over his own mouth. It just naturally did that. “Are the tools I left for you still in the hall closet?”

“If that’s where you left them,” you smirked, drawing your boyfriend’s attention back to you. He gave you a gummy smile and a slight shoulder shake as he laughed silently.

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and the plot thickens

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Latibule VI

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (Mafia/Detective AU)

Summary: In which you didn’t know who he truly was- until it was too late. Or in which he found heaven in you.

Warnings: Secret Identity, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: never tell me I don’t love my readers when I’m here writing when I just got my heart broken hehehehe

Masterlist, Latibule V

You turned around when you heard a dull thump of mug hitting the wooden table, distracting you from looking at the stars. Suga was standing behind you with his own steaming cup of coffee, looking tiredly at you before taking a seat.

“Finally got him to sleep?”

He sighed before taking a sip from his coffee. He brushed his hair away from his face as he looked up at the stars. “Seriously, who needs bedtime stories in order to sleep?” He scoffed, remembering how Jackson insisted that he read him stories because, and he quoted, ‘Ahjussi has a deep, nice voice perfect for princes and monsters’.

See, he didn’t even know why he digressed, but that little child looked up at him expectantly that he found himself doing voices that made the child laughed. It was so out of character for him, the big, bad mafia. If his men saw him like that, they would surely thought he hit his head or something. Even he thought that he hit his head. Otherwise, why would he do all those things?

“Children, Suga,” you chuckled at his exhausted face before returning your gaze at the stars, of how they twinkled back at you, of how tragically beautiful they were. You never tired of looking at them night after night, committing them to memory, admiring them from afar. “Didn’t your parents read to you when you were a child?”

He chuckled tonelessly. His family wasn’t exactly…conventional. Hell, if he was raised with normal childhood where parents loved their kids, would he have turned out fine and not the fucked up man he was? The one who was incapable of love?

You looked at him as he looked up at the stars, his hands resting behind him, supporting his weight. The night was quiet, peaceful even. He looked so stoic, so tranquil that you thought he would never answered. After all, you practically knew nothing about him. For heaven’s sake, you had to name him because he refused to give you his name. Despite him existing in your life for months, you didn’t know any truth about him. He was always quick to dodge your questions, asking you questions of his own instead of answering. You didn’t expect him to tell you any of his truths.

This was also the reason why you convinced yourself not to look too much into what you felt, or how your heart seemed to calm when he was near…or how you felt like you were no longer alone for the first time since that tragedy that changed the trajectory of your life. This was all temporary, you kept telling yourself.

One day, he would leave and you would be alone again.

However much to your surprise, he finally answered. “My mother…used to sing lullabies to me every night,” his deep voice divulged, his eyes still trained to the stars you loved to look up to every night. This was the first time he talked about her, the first time he looked back on the nightmare that was his childhood. “She loved singing those French love songs,” he chuckled humorlessly, remembering how her voice calmed the young Yoongi.

“She’s probably worried about you right now…” you mused, thinking of how he had been gone from his normal life for months now. What parent would have not been worried, you thought.

He smirked before looking at you with emotionless eyes. “Why? She’s dead. And even if she’s alive, I don’t think she’s the kind to be worried.”

You frowned, surely that wasn’t the truth, you thought. “Suga-“

He leaned in, looking intensely at you, taking your space as though it was his. He placed his fingers under your chin, tilting your face to his liking. “She gave me this scar,” he whispered, his tone light like he was merely talking about the weather. “Daddy dearest made her choose. Her face-“ he tucked your stray hair behind your ear, his fingers touching your softly as though he wasn’t telling you his tragic childhood. “-or my eye. Guess which one she chose?”

Your lips trembled at what he said. You struggled to look at his eyes, your eyes shifting. What kind of twisted parents would hurt their child? What kind of demon would scar a helpless child? This close and you could see how deep the scar was and it pained you to think of the young Suga bleeding and crying as he clutched his eye.

“And now, I’m hideous,” he sneered, taking your silence as rejection, as disgust, as loathing. He was about to step back when you reached out and slowly, oh so slowly, traced his scar.

“Who told you that?” You asked softly, looking at his eyes with sincerity that it terrified him because no one had ever looked at him like that. You smiled at him, “You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, Suga.”

He looked at you with wonder, his expression slowly relaxing. How could an angel such as you thought of him as beautiful? If…if you knew what he had done, what he was capable of doing, would you still willingly touch him?

Would you still call him beautiful?

Would you finally see him as the monster that he truly was?

You were about to pull away from him when he laid his hand on yours, unwilling to be separated from this feeling that he couldn’t name for how could he when he was never shown love? When he was never taught of love?

How could he knew he was falling for you when that emotion was foreign to him?

“I-is your father still alive?”

He shook his head, not trusting his voice. He thought he would feel regret when he opened up about his past to you. Strangely, all he felt was peace. He felt lighter.

“Good,” you whispered, nodding your head. They didn’t deserve to still be in Suga’s life after the horrifying deeds they did to a defenseless child.

“Noona?”

You snapped out of the trance that you were in, quickly putting distance that Suga hated upon hearing Jackson. He was rubbing the sleep off of his eyes as he walked to where the two of you were. “I woke up from a nightmare. A monster was chasing me, ahjussi,” he said sadly, cheeks damped from his tears. He looked up at Suga with a pout, lifting his little arms expectantly. Yet Suga looked at him in confusion.

“What? W-what does he want, Angel?” He asked you, shifting his gaze from the young child to you as though he was asking for help.

“I think…he wants you to pick him up.”

He sighed before easily picking him up. The child was quick to wrap his arms around Suga’s broad shoulders, his chubby cheeks leaning on his shoulder. “I wasn’t scared, ahjussi! I knew you can fight the monsters,” he boasted sleepily.

Suga didn’t even notice himself smiling at the sentiment. Of course he would slay all the monsters…despite him being one. Once the two of you got him in bed, Suga was about to turn around and leave when he called for him, whining about wanting him to stay so he could slay his demons.

And in that moment, Suga looked at you for permission. He held your eyes captive, his eyes gently awaiting your decision. You nodded at him, and the three of you laid quietly. Jackson was fast asleep in between the two of you, the darkness of the night making it difficult for you to know whether Suga was sleeping. Yet, when you turned to look at him, he was already looking at you with his dark eyes, his body fully attuned to yours.

You turned to him, your hands under your head as you looked at him. “I’m glad you survived that,” you whispered truthfully, your eyes tracing his scarred one.

He looked as though he was contemplating. You thought he would never answer as he was only looking at you, but then he asked, “Why?”

“Because you’re here now.”

In that moment, he was convinced now more than ever that they never loved him. Because when you loved someone, you would never hurt them, you would never even entertain the thought of hurting them. No. When you love someone, you protect them. You cherished them. You would never, ever, lay your hands on them. Yoongi thought that he would rather die than hurt you.

-

“May I help you?” You asked the tall and broad shouldered man. You noticed him looking around the clinic, his back facing yours. He looked like he was at loss as to what to do.

He turned around slowly, his dark eyes focusing on yours as he took you in. You weren’t ready when you finally saw him. He looked like he could say that he was a movie star and you would completely believe him with no question asked. He could claim that he was a prince and you would say, ‘yep, that sounds right’.

In conclusion, his beauty was out of this world. And he looked like he was aware of it. He had this clean look in him, almost clinical in nature. His hair was neatly combed back, his long-sleeves folded to his elbow.

“I…” he started, his brows furrowed as he considered what and how he was going to say. “I lost my cat.”

“Oh no, that’s terrible!”

He scrunched his nose and thought whether losing Yoongi was really terrible. His life was way quieter without him. Did he really want to look for him, he thought. He looked like he was in deep contemplation. “It…is?”

Your head tilted to the side in confusion. Wasn’t it a terrible thing to have lost your own pet?

At your expression, he straightened and nodded his head solemnly, willing you to believe him. “Yes. It’s terrible. It is.”

“What did you say you lost?”

“Yoongi,” he whispered under his breath.

“What?”

“I meant- a cat. I lost a vicious cat. A dangerous one,” he stated, his voice strong. “It is imperative that I find him.”

You blinked at his statement, and then some more when he wouldn’t stop looking at you. “Do you want my help?”

Suga looked at the clinic’s secretary with a dull expression on his face. For weeks since he started working at that diner as a waiter slash guard when rowdy teenagers visited the diner with no intention to pay, he always picked you up from the clinic. It became your tradition to go home together. He would go to the clinic as soon as he finished his work, and you would be where he wanted you to be- in your office waiting for him.

So where the fuck were you now?

He had his arms crossed, his eyes trained on her despite her trembling form.

“She’s not here,” he repeated slowly, not liking the thought of not knowing where you were. It pissed him off. It unnerved him. It didn’t sit right with him.

“She left early with some guy…”

Min Yoongi had never felt that exceedingly terrifying feeling before. It gnawed at his bone, it punched his heart as his brain thought of million grotesque scenarios concerning you. Did his enemies find you? Did his enemies found out that he was fucking alive? Did they somehow get to you?

Did you now know who he truly was?

His hand curled into a tight fist as he felt darkness clung to his mind. Was this how his paradise end?

You eyed the man sitting on your sofa. You helped him looked all over the town to no avail, yet when you asked him if he had a picture of his pet so that the search would be easier, he claimed that he lost his phone early that day.

He was calmly sipping the coffee you made him, looking around your house with nonchalant observation. It was already dark outside and you kept on looking at the clock. You wondered where Suga was. It was hours past his shift and he still wasn’t home.

“I’m sorry we didn’t find your cat.”

He smiled gently at you before softly placing the cup of coffee back on the table. You noticed that his movement was always refined, that he moved with an air of elegance as though he was born with a golden spoon.

“That’s fine,” he started, his voice deep and his eyes shone with intelligence like he knew something you didn’t. “He’ll come.”

You were about to ask him what he meant by that when the front door slammed opened. Suga’s eyes seemed to appear darker than the usual, his form menacing. This was the first time you saw him resembled a wild predator. He seemed to appear unhinged, his look of bewilderment when he finally found you made you unconsciously stepped back as he neared you with heavy steps.

But you didn’t get far.

You would have fallen had it not been for his arms that wrapped around you tightly as though he would never let you go. You never knew how big he was until he had you plastered to him, his form completely enveloping you. This close and you could hear how hard his heart was beating, how it wanted to break free from the cage that was his ribs. This close and you could feel how his body was trembling with an emotion you didn’t know.

“S-Suga-“

“Never,” he growled, his dark hair cascading on his face making him looked more feral. He gently pushed you away, his hands on your shoulder as he made you looked at him with ferocity. He was taking you in, the alarm in his face hadn’t gone down an inch. But the moment he saw you, he looked as though a weight had been taken off his shoulder.

He had never felt as thankful to whatever deity or Gods that were out there than he did the moment he saw you alive, that you were still here in front of him, that he could still fucking hold you.

“Never, ever go somewhere without telling me first,” he growled at you with a dark look on his face . He was imposing and serious like you had never seen him before. “Never go somewhere where I cannot fucking follow-“

“Suga, please calm do-“

“Do you understand me, Angel?” He cut you off as he tilted your chin up, making you understood how fucking terrified he was, of how he would find any other answer unacceptable but your agreement. And when you finally nodded did he reluctantly let you out of his hands.

And only then did he notice the man sitting on the sofa with a smirk on his face.

“Hyung.”

- National Police Agency, South Korea -

Park Jimin was staring at his laptop unblinkingly. Ever since he found out who the traitor was, he was at loss with what to do. He was raised to value both the organization and family. And right now, he needed to choose between the two.

He couldn’t find the answer as to why he was able to do what he did. He couldn’t understand why he betrayed Yoongi when he protected them like they were his own brothers. Min Yoongi, as dangerous as that man was, took lashes for them. He would tell them to fuck off and then catch a bullet for them. He made the difficult decisions for them. He bled just so the seven of them could live.

Min Yoongi was the most loyal man he ever knew.

And so, how could that traitor do that to him?

“Detective Park.”

Jimin lifted his eyes to the man who called him. He was wearing his uniform, just having been temporarily promoted to Yoongi’s position. He was smiling like the sunshine he was perceived to be, yet behind those smiles lied something dangerous…something sinister.

“A word.”

He smiled at the traitor.

He smiled at Jung Hoseok.

Latibule VII

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fluff(f), angst(a), smut(s), status

Latibule by @wildestdreamsblog (Mafia/Detective AU) - ongoing

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oh, darling! by @yoongiofmine (university AU, Professor!Yoongi, age-gap)(f,a,s)- ongoing

Starting your second semester at one of South Korea’s most prestigious universities should be stressful enough. Between juggling classes, good grades and a social life, your plate was full. Hoping to spice up your academic career, you thought it was a good idea to enroll as an assistant for your literature professor, whom you’ve held a very secret and very forbidden crush on for the past several months. What will happen now that you’re forced to work closely together? And what if your crush isn’t as one sided as you thought?

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Latibule Season 2: III

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (Mafia/Detective AU)

Summary: In which he lost his latibule.

Warnings: Secret Identity, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: As promised :) Leave a comment or reblog if you enjoy!

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Masterlist, Latibule 2.II

Taehyung looked up from his cellphone to his eldest hyung that was currently cooking their dinner. He pouted when he was not given the appropriate amount of attention he should be given. Honestly, he deserved it! After a moment when he still did not get what he wanted, he finally asked the question he had been dying to know the answer to.

“Hyung, is it always like that?”

“Hmm? Like what, Tae?” he asked while chopping diligently the vegetables the renowned doctor was preparing for a certain psychologist and his brothers that insisted they were hungry as well.

“When it ends…does it always hurt like that?”

Seokjin blinked at Taehyung’s unprompted question. He paused before he finally brought his eyes to the actor. He knew that the younger man had always been eccentric. His clinical condition definitely explained his behavior, but not this. He was never curious about the emotions he couldn’t feel, nor did he ever show any interest on understanding emotions. As the years passed by, Kim Taehyung got better at masking and pretending by learning the root causes of the emotions he could see. The brothers had always thought that this was precisely why he chose to be an actor. Everytime they watched him cried, laughed, or acted furious for his movies and dramas, they thought he was a different person.

Jin thought it was just understandable why he dropped the knife he was holding.

“What brought this on?”

“He-“ he lifted his mobile phone to show Jin the picture Jimin snapped of their Yoongi hyung looking like he had lost all his will to live. Taehyung found it so ridiculous that Jimin even made a collage of him and a cat that depicted their hyung. “-looks like breathing is a chore and is only fighting to live so he can end his enemies.”

Jin would have laughed had this happened before he met his sunshine. But now, the mere thought of her leaving set him on edge, and he knew he would be similar to Yoongi if not worse. Slowly, he picked up his knife as he carefully chose his words. He was always like this with Taehyung ever since he knew that something was not quite right in his mind, well…more than any of them, to be honest. The younger man took things at face value, and all the brothers knew to talk in a straightforward manner so there wouldn’t be any confusion on Taehyung’s part.

He kidded you not, once when they were still teenagers, they asked him to go ahead and get them a table in a restaurant. He left without any qualms only to return not an hour later carrying a big ass table from a restaurant. That was a horrifying memory, Jin thought, and that was when they all decided to change the way they talked. It was Namjoon that took it too far and enrolled the man in a body language class to better cope with society. However, it was Jungkook that forced him to take psychology classes with him for fun.

“I think it’s different,” Jin started, busying himself once again with cooking. “Yoongi never has love like that, I guess. It’s understandable that he acts like a sad lonely cat.”

Seokjin could still clearly remember how Yoongi looked at you. It was like you were all he ever wanted and more, like you were his reprieve from the darkness in his life. You were, as he called you, an angel to him. And then he lost you.

“Why?”

“Well…she’s his personal slice of heaven,” he answered, his voice contemplative and understanding of what Yoongi was going through. Jin paused in his chopping, a thoughtful expression crossing his features as he carefully considered his words. “And he’s been living in hell the very moment he was born. What do you think would happen if he was given a taste of heaven and then lost it?”

“Just like Hoseok hyung,” Taehyung nodded, slightly understanding the downfall of these strong men.

“Seriously, you are all worse than the ahjummas who love to talk about other people’s lives. Be better than that, guys,” Kim Namjoon observed with his deadpanned voice as soon as he walked in the kitchen. He took in the scene of the two men conversing and the other man quietly eating the snack Jin prepared him.

Jin scoffed as he rolled his eyes at Namjoon. “As if you wouldn’t react like that when your secretary finally resigns.”

To which, Namjoon only smirked. “Who says she can leave?”

“How will you stop her and her son if the father finally shows up?”

Namjoon, with his hand in his pocket, calmly uttered words that no normal people would believe to have any other meaning. “Well, as you said, the dead don’t exactly come back to life, do they?”

 Jin chuckled at Namjoon. Of course, he did something about that man. It was apparent, he thought. He could still vividly remember the look in Namjoon’s eyes when he told him that his secretary was pregnant and that the asshole of a father even put his hands on her. Suffice to say, it was the most unhinged Namjoon ever was.

“I think Namjoon will be the worst among us if he ever loses the love of his life,” Jin noted with lightness in his voice.

“Nah,” Jungkook finally lifted his head from his bowl. “I sincerely think it’ll be Taehyung.”

The conversation never left Jeon Jungkook’s mind. Anyway, he didn’t need anyone to tell him to do this. He did this out of the bond he shared with his brothers. Had this happened to any among them, he would have done the same.

He thought that it was cruel to let them experience the same hell he had been living every single day.

And so, he worked tirelessly and utilized every available technology and connection he had just to look for Yoongi’s angel. When he said she was alive, when he said he felt in his heart that you could have not gone where he couldn’t follow, then he’d believed him. He wouldn’t lose anything by looking for you, Jungkook rationalized. But he didn’t want to unnecessarily get his brother’s hopes up until he had evidence that you were indeed alive.

One morning, it finally happened. There you were.

Jungkook’s eyes could not have gone any bigger as he watched the CCTV of a far province in his office.

That was you, he was sure.

Without a moment's hesitation, he reached for his phone and dialed the person he knew he could trust. "Hyung, can you come to my office?" he requested urgently, the excitement and disbelief evident in his voice.

“That’s her,” Kim Namjoon validated after a moment. He was standing beside Jungkook’s seated form as he leaned in the monitor. He was ever the image of calmness with his hand in his pocket, his suit immaculate and not a crease in sight.

Seokjin raised his brows as he sat in a relaxed manner on the couch. Jungkook didn’t even call him, yet he was here because he was, per his words, bored and that a certain sunshine was not where she should be. “So the dead can indeed come back to life,” he noted with a tone the two men couldn’t understand. “Pray tell, Namjoon-ah. Should we tell Yoongi?”

Jungkook blinked at the rising tension between the two men. Whereas Jin merely looked curious, Namjoon looked like he was looking at the end of the sword with the way his jaw was clenched. He stood up straight and took a second to answer Seokjin.

“Of course, hyung. This is a great news, after all.”

“Hmm,” Seokjin smirked, his legs crossed as though nothing could have fazed him. It was moment like this when Jungkook could see the mafia prince in his usually playful hyung. Everybody knew not to cross this man despite him appearing goofy and motherlike to them.

Jungkook thought that it would only take one momentous catastrophe for him to return to his dark persona. He didn’t want to see that, though.

“He’s suffered enough, right?” Jin asked the room with a light tone, yet his eyes pierced through Namjoon’s. “Right, Namjoon-ah?”

Seven Mississippis passed before he answered. Jungkook knew because he counted, and he hated the tension he didn’t know why was present.

“Jungkook, tell Yoongi hyung,” Namjoon ordered.

—-

Min Yoongi’s brows were pulled together as he walked in a bustling street of a faraway province. He had to drive almost four hours just because their maknae told him to be here at this exact hour, claiming that he desperately needed him to be there. However, Jungkook was not answering his phone despite numerous calls from him.

Where was even that little shit, Yoongi asked himself as he surveyed the whole place.  

Despite barely getting any sleep, he found himself in a situation where he might have to scold his youngest brother for the first time. He should have been in Seoul right now, but he couldn’t exactly say no to him. He had shit ton of things to do and yet he was indulging the youngest brother.

Maybe this was exactly why he was spoiled? Ah, but anyway, he was a good kid.

So where was he?!

He walked further into the thick of the plaza, his phone plastered in his ear as he listened to the annoying and incessant ringback tone of Jungkook. Seriously, at this day and age? His eyes roamed the area of happy locals, at which he rolled his eyes.

He was on the verge of deciding whether he should just go ahead and kill Jungkook when he finally answered.

“Where the fuck are you?” he growled over the other line, his patience running thin when the man just answered innocently.

“At Seoul, hyung-“

“Then why am I here?! I swear to heavens, if you made me drive here just to buy you a weird snack then I’ll really kill you!”

“Seokjin hyung will be mad!”

Right. The eldest was protective of the youngest. What a nuisance, he thought. “Then I’ll do it in secret.”

Jungkook chuckled nervously. He couldn’t place whether he was joking or not. His money was that if his hyung could get away with it, he’d be floating in the river at this very moment. “I asked you to go there because I have a surprise for you, hyung.”

“I don’t particularly enjoy surprises-” he began, but was swiftly interrupted.

“I know, I know. But this one, I’m sure you’ll like. This is the most beautiful, most precious, most amazing surprise ever. You’ll stop sulking and looking like a sad cat and Jimin hyung will finally stop taking badly captured and cropped photos of you and make it into a collage. Taehyung hyung will stop observing your miserable demeanor for his next movie. You’ll finally stop living like it’s such a chore and-“

His back was bumped by a force. Turning around, he prepared to glare at the perpetrator only to stop because there it was.

There was you.

It was as if the universe finally said that he had enough and stopped punishing him because he saw you when he was not even looking for you. Your mouth hanged agape, your hand going to your forehead as you murmured apologies to him.

He was stunted. No, he was bewildered.

Was this real? Or was this one of his cruel dreams again, a figment of his mind playing tricks on him?

But no.

He had been living in hell, yet moment he heard your voice, all the sufferings disappeared. This was really you. You were truly alive. He was frozen as his wildest dream was brought into life. His whole body went into a state of shock, something that he never thought could ever happen.

It didn’t really matter the years he spent without you because one touch, one word- these were all it took for him to forget the bitterness your separation brought him.

With a trembling voice, Yoongi dared to call for you. “Ange-”

But before he could say another word, you interrupted, your voice light and apologetic.

“I’m really sorry, mister. I didn’t see you,” you chuckled, slightly lifting your walking stick to explain the small accident. You bowed down at the man before going your way.

And he stood there, watching as the love of his life walked away from him, unseeing. He thought he could no longer hurt. He thought that nothing could have fazed him any longer. But he was wrong. Watching you walked, unseeing as you traversed the plaza with only your walking stick pained him.

How did this happen to you?

Was it because of the incident?

Was that why you couldn’t return to him? Because you weren’t able to?

Or did he miss all the glaring signs?

Slowly, he lifted the old phone you gifted him years ago to his ear. “You didn’t stop looking for her?”

Jungkook was quiet for a moment. “Well…I would never wish this hell on anyone, much less my brother,” he stated, his voice carrying a certain tone of sadness they often heard from him. “Go get her, hyung.”

The bustling city streets faded into a blur around you as you walked, your steps slow and deliberate despite the cacophony of noise that surrounded you. Your sight may have been almost gone, but your other senses seemed to have sharpened in response, each sound and scent painting a vivid picture in his mind.

You remembered that when you were younger, you read a passage from a book entitled, ‘The Song of Achilles’. You thought it was a well-written book, a love that transcended even death. There was a line your college friends always thought to be a masterpiece. But you never understood it. The line so many people loved never really touched you.

Until it did.

Until you understood each word written in that book.

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

Because right now, the words made sense. You could recognize him despite your deteriorating eyesight. You knew him. He was here. And he was following you…to what exactly? Was he here to end you? Was he here to make sure that you wouldn’t tell the world of his secret identity?

Regardless of the reason, you tried to remain calm as Hoseok always ordered you to. You had no choice but to lead him back home, otherwise you were sure that he would be suspicious. The man that you used to love was perceptive, and any suspicious movements could alert him. From the moment you opened the front door to the time you closed it, you knew you only had a couple of seconds.

You fished the phone Hoseok gave you, one with tactile buttons and controls that made it easier for you to use it. You knew you couldn’t use the speech-to-text feature, otherwise he’d hear. And so, with a tense movement, you sent a message to him.

He’s here. Don’t come home. Leave with my son.

HOW COME I MISSED THIS SERIES!!????

Brushes And Beats chapter 14

pairing: JiminxReader

genre: fluff with a pinch of angst

trope: enemies to lovers

:Did you ever fell in love and planned out a future?:

Y/n's pov

8 years ago,

I just turned 18,

Enrolled in a demanding university program, juggling coursework, exams, and the pressures of a part-time job. Life was a whirlwind of rush and ceaseless responsibilities.

But amidst the everyday chaos and the whirlwind that was life, there was one constant, one center to my ever-spinning world there was— Min Yoongi, my haven in the storm.

Yoongi and I were both lost in the same turbulent tide of life, juggling academia and work, sacrificing sleep for last-minute revisions, him making music and me still trying to figure out warm tones and cool tones and yet, somewhere in that perpetually chaotic dance, we found each other. He became my anchor in the vast, turbulent sea of deadlines and commitments. He was the calm, soothing rhythm that pacified the incessant roar of life, always there, always bolstering me. Yoongi and I became inseparable, supporting each other through our triumphs and failures, celebrating our achievements together and consoling each other during times of defeat.

Here on this rainy afternoon, just us, nestled in the quiet corner of our favorite old, dimly lit coffee shop. The rain gently tapped on the windowpane, strumming a mesmerizing tune that came to underscore our hushed whispers of dreams and love.

His hands, calloused from hours at his part-time job, yet remarkably warm, cradled a steaming mug. "Do you remember that little house on the outskirts of town, the one with the red door and white picket fence?" he asked, a dreamy look in his eyes.

"The one near the cherry blossom park? Yes", I responded, my heart fluttering as Yoongi's smile grew wider.

"That's where we'll live. We'll have kids and maybe a rambunctious little beagle named Whiskers," he mused, the future he described sounded like a sweet lullaby. "Wahh so cheesy," I teased, taking a sip of my latte. But deep down, my heart swelled with warmth at the thought of building a future with Yoongi, a future filled with love and laughter.

When he spoke those words, they echoed in the chambers of my heart resonating with my deepest dreams and desires. He dazzled my thoughts with images of gleeful children, loud laughter echoing through our small yet charming home, the testament of our eternal bond.

Every word Yoongi breathed swirled into an exquisite symphony of dedication, hope, and unwavering love that gracefully composed our shared dreams. An image of our little safe haven, where love wasn't a fleeting emotion but a profound promise. His dreams intertwined perfectly with mine, stringing together a beautiful symphony of hope, love, and dedication. A future I yearned for, a future I saw myself living, breathing in every moment that held Yoongi's essence.

I loved him. More than words could encapsulate, more than actions could demonstrate. I saw my world mirrored in his eyes, my dreams woven intricately with his. Catching my breath felt impossible when he played a melody on his old piano, his fingers dancing on the keys, each note twining around my heart. He was etched into my soul, a vital part of me as essential as breathing. His importance in my life was as profound as the earth needs the sun, irreplaceable, an impetus I relied upon unknowingly but consistently. Every beat my heart echoed extolled his essence, it was a dance of melancholic delight, a ballad of adoration only for him. Simply said, without him, I felt incomplete. Void of life's charm.

My feelings for Yoongi were as profound and intense as the infinite universe itself. He was my world, and his eyes reflected that perfect world we were building together. His love was the melody my heart danced to, jumping at every note, swaying to the rhythm of our shared interstellar symphony. His importance

I saw a world illuminated by his love, our shared aspirations fueling my perseverance. And at that moment, nestled in the rhythmic patter of rain, in the warmth

3 years later,

Our shared dreams have begun to take shape, painting a picture of a future filled with love, laughter, and countless memories. Every day, as I wake up next to Yoongi, I am reminded of the immense love and gratitude I have for him. But, something changed, Yoongi changed over the course of three years. He became distant, his eyes losing the sparkle that once ignited my soul.

Our once harmonious symphony of love now played discordant notes, leaving me confused and longing for the connection we once had. Over the years, as we grew closer and shared our hopes and dreams, our love flourished, creating a bond that seemed unbreakable. However, as time went on, a subtle shift occurred, and our once inseparable hearts grew apart. I found myself grappling with a mix of emotions - hurt, confusion, and a desperate longing to bring back the love we once had.I yearned to understand what had caused this change in Yoongi, to unravel the layers of unspoken words and unexpressed feelings that had built a wall between us.

My heart pounded relentlessly against my rib cage as I walked towards Yoongi in the dimly-lit studio. It was evident that he was engrossed in his work, the tapping of his fingers on the laptop keyboard resonant in the otherwise silent studio. His brows furrowed in concentration as he leaned closer to the screen, uncaring of anything outside the realm of his music.

"Yoongi," I called softly, trying to break through his intense focus. My voice seemed to startle him, causing his fingers to pause and his gaze to dart nervously to me.

"What are you doing here, Y/n?" His words were terse; his tone colder than the room's chilly air. His friendly demeanor seemed to have dissolved, replaced by a harsh demeanour I barely recognised. His icy response lanced my heart.

"I... I brought you dinner," I stuttered out, extending the tiffin box I had brought with me. I forced out a smile, thinly veiled by my shock at his unexpected harshness.

"I didn't ask for it," he scoffed, eyes darting back to his laptop screen, his fingers resuming their rhythmic dance on the keys. His dismissive remark hit me hard, the falling sting painful and suffocating.

"Yoongi, what has gotten..."

"Can't you understand, Y/n? I'm busy!" He snapped, not bothering to look at me, his attention solely focused on his work.

His harsh words, his cold indifference were debilitating. A lump formed in my throat, choking me as I grappled to comprehend his behavior. The caring Yoongi I knew seemed lost, replaced by this stranger whose words felt more frigid than comfort.

Silently, I left the tiffin on a nearby table and exited the room, leaving Yoongi with his work and my heart with a sharp pain that refused to subside. I couldn't shake off the bitter tang of rejection and the unfamiliar iciness from Yoongi's words. This sudden change in Yoongi, it was alien and unsettling. It was a painful contrast to the warm, loving relationship we once shared and cherished. 

we were lost...

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, and yet the distance between Yoongi and me only seemed to widen. There was a palpable tension whenever we were in the same room together, our interactions reduced to mere formalities and awkward silences. I found solace in my work as a makeup artist, throwing myself into the bustling world of fashion and beauty to escape the heartache that plagued me every time I saw Yoongi. However there was someone who would keep me distracted, Park Jimin.

As I stepped onto the set, I was immediately pulled into the whirlwind of lights, clothes, and laughter that was a photo shoot. And right in the middle of it all, like the eye of a hurricane, stood Park Jimin, mischief sparkling in his eyes.

"Just keep watching," he assured his fellow bandmates, before launching himself across the set in a comically exaggerated fall. A chorus of laughter rang through the studio, mine being the most resonant of all.

"Jimin, you're like a two-year-old on a sugar high! Calm down!" I scolded, trying to keep a straight face.

He simply shrugged innocently, his giggles infecting everyone around us with merry laughter. During our break, he managed to sneak up behind the photographer and perfectly mimic his serious gaze and exaggerated hand gestures.

"I think we need to capture the... essence of the soul!" Jimin pronounced, in a highfalutin tone, causing another round of chuckles.

Shaking my head, I tried to feign exasperation. "You're impossible."

His grin widened. "But you're still laughing."

Throughout the day, Jimin's playful pranks tested my patience and my work ethic. When I opened my makeup kit to find my high-quality brushes replaced with oversized, novelty powder puffs, I almost lost it.

"Jimin!" I yelled, holding up one of the ridiculous tools.

"Did I do that?" he responded, grinning ear-to-ear, a look of faux guilt in his eyes.

Despite his antics, I couldn't help but be drawn toward this captivating, hilariously entertaining character. Moments of quiet intensity, when he was lost in a song or a dance routine, added richness to his goofball persona and touched my heart in a way I didn't see coming.

Who would have thought that I'd find comfort in this chaos, that his contagious laughter and silly pranks would end up being my haven amidst the storm. And maybe, just maybe, the sudden flutter in my heart whenever he smiled my way was a sign that something was beginning to change.

Maybe coming back wasn't a bad idea...

to be continued...

chapter 13 || chapter 15

( i u i )

the closure they needed is here :')

Brushes And Beats chapter 16

pairing: JiminxReader

genre: fluff with a pinch of angst

trope: enemies to lovers

"Hi Yoongi"

Nervousness filled my gut as I stood outside his house, I could totally see the confusion in Yoongi's eyes when he opened the door and found me standing there, nerves turning my voice into a barely audible whisper

“Hey,” he says, treading carefully. His voice is different. It's much more grown now, lacking the usual sharpness and indifference that marked his character. He surveys me for a moment before a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips."Long time no see," he says as if trying to break the ice. With a deep breath, I mustered up the courage to look him in the eye and reply, "Yeah, it's been a while. How have you been?"

"Why don't you come inside?" he offers gesturing towards his living room. I lose his gaze as my eyes travel around the room. I take in his home. A home I never expected to see him in. We both stand in silence for a whole minute.

“It’s good to see you,” I tell him. Our voices are weak and timid. It’s weird, seeing someone for the first time under different circumstances from when you parted.

But as awkward as it was, there was also something strangely comforting about being in his presence again. It's funny how life takes unexpected turns sometimes, isn't it? As I sat on his couch, taking in the familiar surroundings and the scent of his cologne lingering in the air, memories flooded back to me. My eyes found his collection of Vinyle records sitting carefully on the shelf nearby, a testament to the passion he has for music, beside it there was a photo frame,

He is married

Surprisingly the information didn't sting at all, I felt happy for him, "Sorry for intruding like this, I-" I trailed off, unsure of how to continue. Yoongi interrupts with a gentle smile "No need to apologize" He establishes a sense of ease and comfort in the room as he brought a glass of water for me and sat across me. "Where is umm?" realizing my question he replied "OH Julianne is at her mom's house...yeah"

"Yoongi I...I don't know how to say this, I need to get something off my chest I-" I took a deep breath and looked directly into his eyes "Why did you do it?"

"Why did you cheat on me?"

Yoongi's expression changes, his smile fading as he sighs and looks down for a bit Yoongi's expression shifts from surprise to remorse as he takes a moment to collect his thoughts. With a heavy sigh and a pained look in his eyes, Yoongi leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I never wanted to hurt you," he says softly, his words laced with regret. "I know what I did was wrong, and there are no excuses for my actions," Yoongi continues. "But Y/n do you remember how you were with me?" he asks, his voice filled with vulnerability.

"I do" I replied as I lowered my gaze, memories of our tumultuous relationship resurfacing. I remember the fights, the late-night arguments, and the constant feeling of insecurity that lingered between us. It was a toxic cycle that seemed impossible to break free from,

"You always made me feel like I wasn't enough," Yoongi confesses quietly. "I know that doesn't justify what I did, but I want you to understand that it wasn't just about you or our relationship." Yoongi's response took me by surprise and I felt anger and confusion bubbling inside of me

"What? What do you mean it wasn't just about me or our relationship?" Yoongi's gaze meets mine, and he takes a deep breath before speaking. "It was about me too" he continues "It takes two to tango, and just as I was toxic for you in the relationship, you were toxic for me as well." his tone rises as he tries to convey his feelings "Did you never realized that I was struggling too? No right? Because you never cared what the other person was feeling, the only thing that mattered to you was you" my heart pounded with fury as I spoke "What about you then? Did you ever consider what I was going through during those difficult times?" Tears welled up in my eyes as I fought to keep my composure. "You were so selfish with your actions and words that it made it impossible for me to see beyond my pain, and because of this nature of yours LOOk what has become of us now?" he stood up from his sit and began pacing back and forth replying

"Because of me?! It was you who always played the victim card! and it was also you who was hellbound on coming to Seoul, I left my house my city EVERYTHING AND CAME HERE WITH YOU"

"If in my place it was you who got the offers from entertainment companies I would have come with you too! Normal couples support each other in their dreams!" I got up from my sit as well.

"Support?! What support are you talking about?! I left my life back there and came here with you!!! How much more support do you want?!"

Our voices grew louder with emotions running high

"There are also duties you need to fulfill Yoongi, and even then when you used to remind me of you leaving everything behind for me, did you not think of how it made me feel?" I could see the flicker of hurt in his eyes " Whenever something good happened in my career I always wanted you to be the first to know and celebrate with you" taking a deep breath " But I never could because you were never happy for me. It was like instead of feeling happy I felt guilty for achieving something"

"Shut up Y/n, dont speak nonsense"

"IT'S THE TRUTH...did you ever tell me the Y/n I am proud of you? these are the type of word you say to one another you love!" our argument began to escalate with each word that was exchanged

"You knew that I was suffocating here in Seoul Did you do anything? DID YOU?! The only thing you cared about was your carrier and your own success" My heart sank as I watched his face turn red.

"Was I only earning for myself?! HUH?! I WAS EARNING FOR BOTH OF US! For our future I always tried to make time, on our fourth anniversary I ASKED YOU TO MARRY ME BUT YOU TURNED ME DOWN" I yelled and pushed him back

"YES, I TURNED YOU DOWN because I wasn't ready and I didn't want to run the house with your money!"

"There you go again with your male ego!"

"WHAT MALE EGO Y/n?! If I wanted to earn enough money to provide for you HOW WAS THAT MALE EGO?! Every man in this world wants to provide for his family! WAS IT WRONG FOR ME TO WANT IT AS WELL?!"

"So was it my fault that you couldn't earn success?!"

He started to point at me, with anger and frustration in his voice

"This thing that you are doing right now always made me realize I was such a failure. You never left a chance to make me feel small and show that you were always better than me!"

"Yes, you are a failure! and so am I! Look at us Yoongi, I failed as a girlfriend you failed as a boyfriend Now we both are failing to maintain peace EVEN AFTER TWO YEARS OF NOT SEEING EACH OTHER"

Silence hung heavy as our words pierced the air and lingered between us, we both sat back down with tears streaming down our faces as the weight of our past mistakes and unresolved emotions hit us like a tidal wave. After a few moments of quiet reflection and tearful self-realization, we both took a deep breath and looked at each other with a newfound understanding in our eyes.

"I am sorry Y/n"

"I'm sorry too Yoongi," I whispered as I wiped off a stray tear, "I never meant to make you feel like a failure" Yoongi's expression softened as he reached out to take my hand and gently squeezed it as a gesture of forgiveness and reconciliation, reaffirming our bond.

I began to comprehend the depth of our past issues. The piercing words and strong emotions unloaded a new perspective - the silent suffering Yoongi endured in our relationship, and the painful truth: I was part of the cause. All the while I had been viewing our past through my lens of pain, blissfully ignorant of the damage my behavior had been causing.

Yoongi's confession about feeling inadequate hit me like a slap. I never meant to make him feel that way, but I did. I realized that both of us contributed to the toxicity of our relationship, it wasn't just him or his wrong-doings. My insecurities and ambitions had, unfortunately, overshadowed his feelings.

It was a punch in the gut to discover how lonely and suffocated he felt in Seoul - a city that represented a dream for me but was a nightmare for him. The fact that he felt lost while I was too engrossed in my own success was a bitter pill to swallow.

This confrontation was a turning point. It dawned on me that true love is built on mutual respect, understanding, and support. It had never been a competition; it was supposed to be a partnership where we would be each other's cheerleaders.

Gaining this understanding, although late, made me realize that acknowledging one's mistakes is the first step towards healing. Even if we couldn't fix our relationship, we could at least seek closure and grow individually from this experience.

"I'll drop you home." Yoongi offered, his voice laced with sincerity and genuine concern. I nodded walking towards his car.

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What a night it had been

I feel so tired but also strangely exhilarated, it's like I finally found peace within myself. Lying on my bed, reflecting on the events of the evening, I could help but feel relief washing over me like a gentle breeze on a warm summer night.

As the moonlight crept into my room, casting a soft glow around, my mind started traveling to the gentle soul who had unwittingly captured my heart - Park Jimin. The mere thought of him ignited a feeling within me that was both terrifying, yet thrilling. My heart beat faster, creating a symphony that only resonated - Jimin.

There was a warmth in my chest whenever I thought of him. His face, painted with a smile that could rival the sun, his laughter that sounded more melodious than the most beautiful symphony, he became my source of joy.

But, with these feelings came a pang of emotion I was less familiar with - jealousy. The sight of him escorting his gorgeous date today was etched into my memory. My heart clenched as I saw how his eyes glistened with admiration when he looked at her. Yet, I couldn't ignore it - deep down it hurt, as though someone was twisting a knife directly into my heart.

Despite the unease, I would find myself helplessly pulled towards him like a moth to flame, whenever he was around. The sound of his voice calling my name, his gentle touch when he'd brush a strand of hair from my face, or simply his presence nearby, would spread an overwhelming sense of completeness within me.

Every time he was around me - his warmth, his scent and his closeness, they breathed love into my world, making me yearn for something more than just friendship. Tonight, laying here, soaking in the solitude, I couldn't help but envelop myself with thoughts of him.

I felt enveloped by a sense of peace and happiness - a feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time.

I buried these feelings deep inside my heart, tucking them safely away, waiting for the right moment to confess. 'Soon,' I promised myself, cocooned in the warmth of my feelings for him, my mind painting pictures of happier times that I hoped lay not too far in our future.

to be continued...

chapter 15