So Many Questions

So Many Questions

[ temporary cover since I haven't gotten the time to create one and I just had to get this idea out ]

• pairings: human! Jin x black panther hybrid! Yoongi x border collie hybrid! Hoseok x human! Namjoon x ragdoll hybrid! Jimin x human! Taehyung x rottweiler hybrid! Jungkook x ashera hybrid! Reader; poly! bts x hybrid! reader

• summary: For years, Y/N had always been weighed fown by so many questions. For years, she would always try to find the answers to these questions but time and time again she's left disappointed until one day, she just stopped caring for them.

• genre: fluff, angst (I think that's about it for now, will just add if the story takes a sharp turn....)

• warnings: none... for now heheh (every chapter will have individual warnings)

"Leave."

Namjoon lets out a deep sigh as he tries to hold back his tears from falling, trying to keep a strong front as he faces the woman that he had not seen for the last six months while she continues to glare at him, fire in her eyes.

"Please, I need you to listen to me. I promise, I'll explain everything but please, don't push me away. Don't make me leave." Namjoon pleads as he looks at the furious eyes of the usually kind and positive woman who only lets out a scoff at his words.

"Explain? What is there to explain? Namjoon, I don't think there's anything you can ever say that will justify what you did. Promising something is already a huge thing, breaking that big of a promise is another thing."

"I know what I did was really shitty and I'm telling you, there is not a single minute of every day where I did not think about what I did and there is not a single day where I went to sleep without thinking and regretting what I did but please, you have to understand that it was the only solution that I could think of at that time and I know it was wrong, I know I could've done better but I'm here now, I'm willing to right those mistakes."

"And that's the thing, Namjoon, you could've done better. Had you reached out, I would've done everything I could to help you, all of this could've been prevented. Everything that happened after that day shouldn't have happened and yet it did because you did not reach out to those who can help you. You let your pride get the best of you." Not being able to hold back the tears any longer, Namjoon firmly shut his eyes as tears continuously fall from his eyes, feeling his heart and mind bleed because no matter how many times he tried to deny it, no matter how harsh her words may have been, he knew it was true. He let his pride get the best of him and that ultimately led to him losing the best thing that has ever happened to him—to them.

Hello, just a snippet of this new story that has been corrupting my mind every night. Let me know your thoughts and if you want me to open a taglist, thank you 🌼

The President’s Son Series

A Slice of Life Series Written In 2019

► Summary: Kim Taehyung is the President’s son, mischievous and playful, and infamous for being a troublemaker. When everyone’s given up, they call for you to be his personal guard. There’s no other choice when your dad’s assigned you to it and surprisingly Taehyung doesn’t mind either. Maybe because you happened to grow up with that brat.

► Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, Slow Burn, Bodyguard!AU

► Parts: 1|2|2.5|3|4|4.5|5|6|6.5|7|8|9|10|10.5|11|12|13|14|15|15.5|16|16.5|17|18|19|20

to build a home

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

interlude: Blue

chapter four

interlude: faces

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

interlude: a sunday feeling

chapter nine

interlude: yes in a heartbeat

chapter ten

interlude: answers

chapter eleven

interlude: youth

chapter twelve

chapter thirteen

Eunoia // Masterlist

eunoia (noun): beautiful thinking, the possession of a well-balanced mind, which exhibits goodwill and kindness

Pairings: Hybrid! BTS x reader

Summary: You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job.You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognision, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness isn’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?

Genre: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual smut

Warnings: past abuse, past sexual abuse

Part I

✧ Chapter 1

✧ Chapter 2

✧ Chapter 3

✧ Chapter 4

✧ Chapter 5

✧ Chapter 6

Part II

✧ Chapter 7

✧ Chapter 8

✧ Chapter 9

✧ Chapter 10

Part III

✧ Chapter 11

✧ Chapter 12

✧ Chapter 13

✧ Chapter 14

✧ Chapter 15

✧ Chapter 16

Part IV

✧ Chapter 17

✧ Chapter 18

✧ Chapter 19

✧ Chapter 20

✧ Chapter 21

✧ Chapter 22

✧ Chapter 23

✧ Chapter 24

✧ Chapter 25

✧ Chapter 26

✧ Chapter 27

Part V

✧ Chapter 28

✧ Chapter 29

✧ Chapter 30

✧ Chapter 31

Extras

The First Christmas ~ Christmas special

Stories ~ Yoongi’s POV of the last scene in chapter 24

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Terrors of the Maison

BTS x Dreamcatcher

Chapter 11

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𓂋 maison (noun): French for house.

𓂋 pairings: vampire! BTS x witch! Dreamcatcher

𓂋 summary: One friend group composed of seven boys and seven girls have decided to go and try to give the infamous haunted mansion on the outskirts of Seoul a visit to see for themselves what the mansion and the said entities that lurks in the dark corners have that keeps the weak out and the brave never looking back. Only, it seems that a dark entity has decided to play with them.

𓂋 genre: mystery, horror, fantasy, some fluff, sorry attempt of angst, a little bit of comedy here and there

𓂋 warnings: jimin has a perverted brain and it's making jin burst a vain

As what the group had agreed upon, they gathered a week later at the Kim siblings' house since they're the ones who owns an RV that's big enough that could comfortably fit everyone and their stuff inside. It was a few minutes after dinner when they decided to start the drive towards the mansion with Jin behind the wheel and Minji on the passenger seat while making casual small talk and sometimes humming along to the soft melody of the song that's playing on the radio with the others doing their own thing. Not long after, they finally arrived at the gate of the mansion, some of the others pulling the curtains back, observing the exterior from inside the van.

"It doesn't really look like those haunted mansions we see on movies but I know looks can be deceiving so I'm still very much creeped out." Hoseok mumbles, feeling a shiver run down his spine as he looks up at the mansion through the window of the RV. "I still think this is a bad idea."

"Oh hush Hobi, we're already here, we can't just go back now." Bora hissed at her boyfriend while he just pouted at her.

" Yes we can. Jin hyung just has to turn the vehicle around and we can drive back to their house and have a sleep over or a campfire on their large backyard and act like this never happened."

" You two, shut it. Are we seriously gonna do this?" Namjoon spoke up from the front of the van where he turns to look at Minji and Jin seeing as they're the eldest members.

" Yes we're gonna do this. Come on guys, we're already here, it'll be such a waste if we go back now. Besides, we already agreed that we won't take that long inside. We're just gonna look around and see if we can find something, also our deal is that once a single indication of something bad happening shows, we're getting out so..." Gahyeon stood up and walked towards the middle of the van and looked at each and everyone before bursting into a wide grin seeing the others lower their head in defeat.

" Fine, but remember, first sign and we're getting out of there, no buts or anything." Taehyung spoke up as he looks pointedly at his girlfriend who only gave him an excited nod.

" Alright then. Hobi, go open the gate." The way Hoseok's head snapped at Jin's direction, eyes wide in disbelief and slight fear almost made Jin worry that the male gave himself a whiplash.

" Me? Oh hell no, I never wanted to be a part of this and if you can't tell I'm kinda scared shitless as it is already so there's no way in hell would I go down and open that creepy ass gate myself. Jungkook, you go." Jungkook, who was casually relaxing on the cushioned bench, on his phone, on the left corner of the van with Yoohyeon leaning her back on his side, peacefully reading a book, sighs as he slowly got up and got down to open the gate which made a loud squeaking noise making him wince as it reaches his sensitive ears, immediately getting back inside and to his previous position as Jin steps on the accelerator, driving along the driveway, stopping the van when they reached the front of the mansion.

"Well, here we are. Let's get our bags and don't forget your jackets and flashlights." Yoongi said after a few moments of standing in front of the mansion as they took the time to study it up close, shiver running down their spine at the feeling of them being watched.

" Alright, remember what we talked about, don't let your group mates out of your sight. It's better we go into bigger groups than by 2's so if someone runs into trouble, more people will be able to help. Also, don't touch anything you're not supposed to, don't try to take anything or take something out of its original place, leave it where it's supposed to be. We're all gonna meet here at the front at exactly 40 minutes, okay?" The others nod their head at Namjoon's words as they all start walking towards the door, Jungkook walking forward to slowly push the door open as it lets out a loud creaking sound making them cringe.

"Well aren't you a cliche haunted mansion door..." Hoseok tries to elevate the tension by making light of the situation which was a success as he hears some of them let out a snicker at his words.

"Alright, remember not to pull some random ass shit, I don't want any one of us to get hurt or get into any form of trouble. Hobi, Bora, Yubin and I will start at the living room and kitchen, come on." Namjoon said as he took Yubin's hand and begin walking towards the direction of what they can only guess as the kitchen with Hobi and Bora following behind, the former keeping a tight grip on the latter's jacket.

" Gahyeon, Taehyung hyung, Yoohyeon, and I will explore the upstairs bedroom. I brought one of my camera in case we find something up there." Jungkook states as he lays a hand on Yoohyeon's back to usher them towards the staircase making Jimin look at him with a teasing smirk on his face.

"Oh~ the bedroom in a haunted house, that's so kinky, didn't know you're into those Jungkookie." Jungkook looks at him with a straight face as Jin smacks the back of his head after processing what the shorter male was trying to insinuate making Jimin whine and pout at the eldest while the rest just scoffs at him.

"Get your head out of the gutter and stop speaking nonsense. I don't need the image or even the thought of my baby sister and one of my best friends doing the thing, spare me the fucking trauma, will you?" Jin rambles on as Yoohyeon's eyes widen, ears and cheeks burning in embarrassment because of her brother's words.

" Why the fuck would you even picture it?!" Jimin argued as Jin moves to smack him again while he continues his rambling, only for Jimin to dodge the hit.

"I didn't picture nor do I wanna picture it so stop your perverted ass mouth from running whatever the fuck is running through that perverted ass brain of yours. Seriously, Siyeon, what the hell did you see in him?" Yoohyeon could only shake her head at her brother as she nudges Jungkook to get moving after Minji signals them to go, keeping a firm hold on Jin's broad shoulders, stirring him away from the group and towards the direction of what she can only guess as the door leading towards the backyard of the mansion along with Siyeon, Handong, Yoongi and a sheepish looking Jimin following behind.

" Fuck, now Jin hyung would be all up on my ass more than he already is." Jungkook sighs in defeat as he throws his head back in exasperation as they stood at the top of the stairs, contemplating where they should start.

"He's not that bad. He's just overprotective, that's all."

"Yeah, not that bad because him not-so-secretly following us when we're out on dates, insisting to not have dinner outside just so he can stare at me with the excuse that his food is " more magical and tasty than some overpriced restaurant," and burning holes on the back of my head or squeezing his big frame between us whenever we're watching movies is not that bad." Taehyung and Gahyeon could only let out a quiet laugh as they listen to the golden maknae complain about his girlfriend's overprotective older brother as they walk along the long corridor towards what they can only guess is one of the bedrooms on the left side of the hallway.

"Alright, I'll talk to him and if he doesn't listen then I'll ask our parents to talk some sense into him so he'll tone it down." Yoohyeon offers the distressed man a small smile before she takes his tattooed hand and begins to pull him towards where Taehyung and Gahyeon were standing in front of.

It was an old looking oak double doors with intricate designs carved on the wood giving it a sophisticated look. Using her flashlight to illuminate the area, Yoohyeon points her flashlight at the door handle seeing what looks to be some type of crystal talisman tied to it as Jungkook proceeds to lift his camera, taking a picture of the crystal thinking it must have some dark meaning behind it.

"What's that? I don't think I've ever seen a talisman like that before." She whispers as she walks closer to the door, crouching in front of the talisman and observing but not touching it, seeing what seems to be grey smoke swirling inside of the white crystal. " I don't think we've even studied this type of crystal in school."

" Let me see." Gahyeon reached forward and grabbed the stone only for her to immediately let go as the double doors slowly opens causing both her and Yoohyeon to take a step back in fright.

"What did you do?" Taehyung ask, turning to Gahyeon who just looks at him and shrug her shoulders.

"I didn't do anything, I just touched it and the door suddenly opened."

"What's that?" Yoohyeon whispers as she shines her flashlight towards the corner of the room to which the others shifts their attention to and to see what seems to be like a book with chains wrapped around it, sealing it shut.

"Let's go see."

"Wait—and she just never listens." Taehyung lets out a deep sigh as Gahyeon chooses to ignore him, immediately stepping inside the room and walking towards the book making the others follow her—not taking the risk of being separated.

"Looks to be some kind of grimoire, maybe ancient but why is it chained?" Yoohyeon looks at the book held in Gahyeon's hands as she watches the youngest turn the lock over to see if they can unlock it, tugging lightly on the chains.

" Why don't you put that down? Namjoon hyung specifically instructed us not to touch anything. For all we know, that book might be some ancient curse book, like some kind of Pandora's box that's why it's been chained shut. " Taehyung approached the two girls as Jungkook goes to the far left corner of the room where a bunch of wilted roses and what looks to be ripped books pages are all laid on a small table.

Pointing his flashlight on the things on the table, Jungkook sees that some of the torn pages are stained with some dark substance that eerily looks like dried blood making some of the words unreadable while some of the others have some discoloration due to old age. On the left corner of the table, Jungkook furrows his eyebrows as he bends down to peer closely at the contents of the small container jars, trying to see if he can distinguish what the contents could be. One of the medium sized jars got his attention, it seems like it's full of cobwebs that he can barely see if there's a live spider inside especially with the dark grey smoke swirling inside the jar that seems to be calling to him.

"What you got there, Koo?" Jungkook jumps, coming out of his trance as he feels a hand gently lay on his back, attention getting redirected from the jar of cobwebs to Yoohyeon, who has now moved away from Gahyeon and Taehyung's bickering, and to her boyfriend who seems to have spaced out while peering inside the jar which she eyed suspiciously before redirecting her eyes on the male.

"Oh, I was just looking at these old, torn book pages. Some of them smeared with some type of dark substance which eerily looks like dried blood when these jars just caught my attention. Look at this one, it's so full of cobwebs that you can barely see inside, do you think there's a live spider in there?" Yoohyeon shifts to stand next to Jungkook as they both peer into the jar, both trying to see inside only to jump back in fright, Yoohyeon letting out a small squeal as a medium sized black spider jumps out of nowhere and lands on the table, in front of the jar they were looking at.

"What happened?" Taehyung and Gahyeon, who were looking through some of the furniture that's been left behind, turned towards the frightened Yoohyeon who was clutching on the back of Jungkook's hoodie as the latter finds an empty jar and goes to catch the spider, immediately closing the lid as soon as he got the spider inside, making Yoohyeon let out a sigh of relief while Jungkook simply placed the jar on the table and pulled the frightened girl to his side, rubbing her back to soothe her.

"Nothing, we were just trying to peer into one of the jars when this spider jumped out of nowhere and frightened Yoohyeon." Jungkook throws a small smile at the couple a few feet away from them who seemed to have been frightened by Yoohyeon's scream.

"Oh, thank God. I thought something seriously bad happened." Taehyung sighed in relief as he and Gahyeon moved to walk after Jungkook and Yoohyeon out the door to go check out the other rooms when suddenly the big double doors slammed shut making the two girls yell in surprise and clutch at their boyfriends, eyes wide in fear.

"What the..." Jungkook mumbles as he gently pries Yoohyeon's hands and fast walks towards the door and try to pry it open only for his efforts to go in vain. Seeing the maknae struggling, Taehyung moves to help him, leaving Gahyeon standing beside the older female when suddenly Yoohyeon lets out a scream and ran towards Jungkook who immediately tries to calm the panicked girl, firmly holding her forearms to stop her from fidgeting as she continues to try and scratch at her nape.

"What's wrong? Are you okay? What happened?!"

"Someone was behind me. Someone with a really cold hand and sharp nails was behind me and touched the back of my neck and whispered something incoherent in my ear." Crying, Yoohyeon wrapped her arms around Jungkook's waist, clutching the back of his shirt as she quietly sobs in fear while Jungkook turns towards the area where Yoohyeon stood a few seconds ago, pointing his flashlight only to see nothing there, even on the shadows.

" Are you sure? Maybe it was just the wind or something, maybe you were just imagining it since this place is pretty creepy." Gahyeon walks towards Yoohyeon, laying a careful hand on her back as Yoohyeon shakes her head in return, face still buried in Jungkook's neck in fear as sobs continues to rack her body.

"I swear, it was a hand. It was really cold, like icy cold with sharp nails. It touched me here." Yoohyeon turns to Gahyeon as she continues to cry before she pulls her hair to one side exposing her nape to show the spot only for them to let out a gasp which only confuses and scare her more.

" What is it? What's wrong?" Gahyeon shushes the older girl as Jungkook gently caress the area where Yoohyeon pointed at, looking at the hand print that seems to already be turning purple and looking closely, he can see a small punctured wound on the area by her carotid.

"Alright, let's get this door open so we can go find the others and get out of here." Jungkook turns to Taehyung signalling him to help look for something they can use to open the door as Yoohyeon's teary eyes dart to everyone in the room with Gahyeon taking a hold of her forearms to pull her away from the door at the same time hushing her as the younger woman can see her starting to panic with their lack of response.

good day miss jimjiminieerings 🫡 i hope i’m not being a bother for asking this but may we 😍 with deepest humility and pleasantries 🥹 have a tiny tiny sneak peek of your brothers bff single dad au 😍👉👈 😍? again if it’s not a bother miss jimjiminieerings!!! feel free to ignore this ask if u are unable to post– im just excited 😍🙏😅🥹

fail-safe (sneak peek)

pairing: yoongi x reader

wordcount: 8k

glimpse: growing up, your brother's best friend always berated you for not having a passion in life outside of loving him from afar. when yoongi leaves everything he's ever known for everything he's ever wanted, trying to move on from him becomes your biggest aspiration.

alternatively, yoongi left when you needed him the most, and comes back home at a time when you love him the least.

[ part one, intermission, part two, intermission 02, finale ]

[ a Lot of angst, eventual fluff, brother's best friend AND single dad au, So Much Yearning, unrequited love (initial), jealousy, self-deprecation, a lot of talk abt passion in an empty n hurtful way that most impassioned youngest children feel (it's a specific feeling idk!!!), eventual redemption in the next parts ]

sneak peek 01

You don’t mind getting hand-me-downs.

As a matter of fact, you love receiving them. The wear and tear of the things that came before you is only proof that it’s been loved enough to be passed on to you.

You adore your mother’s dainty vintage watch that she wore throughout college, the hardware and sentiment behind it being pretty enough that you don’t mind constantly getting the battery replaced. You like Namjoon’s shirts that he’s outgrown, even through the numerous phases he’s had wherein only denim and tie-dye filled his closet.

You don’t mind the history behind the numerous things you have in your home, unbothered that you’re probably the only house in the block with the oldest possible rice cooker. The chips in the staircase aren’t covered up with marker ink and neither are the loose stitches in the couch quilt snipped off. It’s home to your mother and Namjoon — if it’s good enough for them, then it’s already the best for you.

Even on top of everything, you don’t mind your family almost always getting you shirts and shoes that have an allowance in them. Your mom would go to Seoul and pick out the exact pair of sneakers you wanted that are atleast three sizes bigger than your actual feet, and you’d barely bat an eye.

You don’t mind the coziness of things that are brought to you, because even if they weren’t offered, you’d seek them yourself.

So when Yoongi mentioned that he’s decluttering his room and needed someone (read: you) to vacuum it up for him, you jump at the chance. You take a grocery bag with you, wear the nearest pair of slippers within your vicinity, and book it to his house as soon as he finished talking.

“Go crazy, kid. Almost everything in that pile is garbage so you can take anything.”

“I feel like I should be more offended than how I feel right now,” you hum, furrowing your eyebrows at the pile in front of you. It’s a mound of Yoongi, or atleast everything he’s ever wanted up until he decided to do a general cleaning of his bedroom.

Yoongi chuckles, going through his pile of clean laundry for him to fold on the side while you scavenge for his things. “It’s either I have you take them or I get ripped off at the thrift store, then I see somebody’s uncle wearing my shirt as an added insult.”

You huff, rummaging through his heap of belongings while conveniently trying to ignore that you may look like somebody’s uncle the moment you wear his clothes. Everything is him; every distressed cap, every unfinished embroidered shirt, and every item of old significance with his initials branded on it.

The thick gray hoodie you’ve been eyeing (along with its owner) for the better part of the last few years surfaces into your field of vision, your gasp audible enough to make him jolt because he thought you’d gotten hurt.

“No way, this too? But this is your favorite,” you half-complain and half-rejoice, turning the hoodie inside-out eagerly in the fear that there’s a catch to it belonging in the pile.

“Eh. I know it looked good on me but I don’t think it’s my favorite. Besides, I’ve bulked up! Wanna feel?” Yoongi grins, his segue eerily similar to your brother’s at every given chance. A neighbor from down the block recently opened a small-time gym, and the both of them have not been able to shut their mouths about it since. From their gossiping alone, Yoongi and Namjoon have generated enough advertising already.

“You and Namjoon really have to stop asking random people to feel your biceps.”

There’s random knick-knacks throughout the clump in the middle of his bed, some being too good and actually useful that you snag them. Yoongi lets you do what you want anyways (most of the time), not having to turn his head to berate you on what you’re only allowed to grab from his stuff.

You’re not greedy — you already have his hoodie and that should be enough on its own. But there’s that handkerchief with his initials embroidered on it, then that Rubik’s cube he swore his relative got for him from New York, and even the little butterfly knife he got from a souvenir shop when his family when to the beach.

There were those and there is this, looking up at you in all of its glory.

“Yoongi.”

“What now?” he sighs at your dramatic gasp, looking up from his folded laundry to see what you were going on about. It takes a second for him to fully realize why exactly were you so pumped.

“Are you serious? Your helmet?” you squeal, already hugging the shiny red mass close to you. “Does this mean you’re passing your motorcycle to me?!”

“Are you crazy? Fuck no,” Yoongi rolls his eyes, snatching his helmet back from you. He doesn’t miss the bratty frown that fills up your entire face; he’s not exactly the biggest fan whenever you were upset or angry; maybe even both. “Obviously I forgot I even put my helmet there when I made that pile.”

You whine, stomping your feet in exasperation. You would dramatically plop down on his bed if only it wasn’t full of his shit. “Come on! You told me you were teaching me as soon as you finish teaching Joon.”

“Teaching you how to ride my scooter is not the same as giving you it. Why would I just hand you what I bought with my hard-earned money?” Yoongi scrunches his nose, tone sharper than what he intended.

“But you still haven’t taught me,” you murmur to placate yourself and dissuade yourself from the delusion that Yoongi would even exert such an effort for you because of course — why would he do that for you?

You have an inkling that you’re being irrational for all the wrong reasons, perhaps even projecting your need to be looked after… by him.

Yoongi notices your mood that turned sour quickly, the silence between you becoming loaded. He didn’t mean to be that blunt. “I don’t think you’re even old enough to have your driving permit,” he adds in consolation, voice considerably softer.

You snicker lowly, still looking at your feet with your arms crossed. “But I’m old enough to backpack whenever you need me to carry shit that can’t fit in your carrier.”

He immediately groans at your comeback, his furrowed eyebrows mirroring yours. “You’re so stubborn.”

“You’re a hypocrite,” you retort, knowing for a fact he’s known how to drive even before he was eligible for permits and licenses and whatnot.

Yoongi takes one, two seconds to himself to regain his composure, clearing his head in the process. You’re still not looking at him and you’re pouting and you don’t even notice the latter, making him crack a small smile.

“I will teach you next week.”

“Oh my-…”

He cuts you off, raising his hand in emphasis. “Provided that you listen to everything I say and wear full gear at all times. You clearly don’t have a job yet-…”

“Ouch.”

“And I don’t have the extra money to buy full gear for myself, so what you’ll do is bundle up with your padded coat and the thickest jeans you have,” Yoongi enunciates every word, eyes keenly on you. They’re too wide and alert, you actually feel like listening to him.

“You go on rides wearing your pajamas.”

“Just say ‘thank you, Yoongi’.”

“You haven’t done anything yet,” you trail off, head tilting in confusion.

You’ve had a million conversations like this with Yoongi before but of different fonts; worn, familiar, and warm.

“Thank you, Yoongi,” he mouths, nodding at you to do the same. He won’t stop until you utter them back to him, and you know you won’t go home either without giving him your gratitude as you always do.

“Thank you, Yoongi,” you relent, the grin that breaks through your lips being infectious enough that he laughs lowly to himself.

He exhales all the worries he has and could possibly ever have seeing you ride the motorcycle (or for you yearning to do everything that he does), grasping at whatever sanity he has left from looking after you.

.

.

sneak peek 02

In the grand scheme of things, you realize that Yoongi was right — nothing valuable was left for him in your hometown anymore. He was as right as you were wrong every time he went on a monologue of how he thinks there’s no problem in him admitting that he’s full of envy. He had been right for being bitter that there’s people who have and get much more than him, more than what they deserve, by not even putting a fourth of the effort that he does.

In the same way that he was right, you were wrong for thinking each time that Yoongi would soon outgrow his ambitions and instead, see things for what they are. You were wrong for thinking Yoongi would stoop down to your page, much less ever think of it.

Yoongi was right for saying that his stomach’s made of steel, and you were wrong for trying to convince him otherwise. He’s always had the appetite for more, the digestion of whatever life throws at him coming easy. Yoongi can choke down the reality of leaving Namjoon, your brother, who’s been buddies with him even before they could talk. He could forgo the only brother figure he’s ever had in his life if it means making something of himself.

He doesn’t get constipated from the reality of no longer having the homemade meals your mother would make that the younger, more innocent, and less ambitious version of him would literally jumps fences for. In fact, Yoongi’s palate craved something more foreign and sophisticated; not familiar, hearty meals served in dinnerware dulled from years of routine.

His stomach doesn’t turn thinking about how the skyline he said he’d never get tired of, wouldn’t appear in his new side of the world. The little, unassuming, and far too comfortable version of him who used to chase sunrises with his bike as a child and chase sunsets with his car as a teenager, doesn’t feel like he’d be poisoned if he were to see the sunlight in a high-rise instead of a run-down pavement.

Yoongi’s right when he said he had a tolerance because he doesn’t even get heartburn when you cry for him to no longer leave. You’re not in the position to beg him to stay (and you probably never will be) because as you’ve come to realize, he would only stay for the big things.

The only thing that would anchor Min Yoongi into place and dissuade him from chasing more is by being the most. One would have to be extremely significant, even bigger than Namjoon’s brotherhood, your mother’s impact, and what your hometown has to offer. You can’t even hold a candle to the aforementioned.

In Yoongi’s grand plan that’s as big as the galaxy, you’re merely a speck of dust that had the luck of hovering around him. You realized it back then when you blew over and fought with him right before his flight; right when Yoongi was clutching his one-way ticket, right when one foot was already out of the door.

“But the future that you want is not easy, Yoongi!” you gritted through your teeth, the grip you had on his suitcase too visceral that it bends under the pressure. Yoongi snatches his luggage from you in a blink, nostrils flaring in annoyance.

“Of course you’d be the first to say that,” he seethed, eyes wild and unforgiving. He drills his finger into his temple, inching towards you with an anger he had never shown before. “You don’t work as hard as I do, Y/N! You always settle. You always go for mediocre. You never put your head into anything because you’re too immature for any of this shit!”

“I’m not immature, you asshole!”

“Yes you are, you dipshit!” Yoongi scoffed, throwing his head back. “You cave and you bend and you let the whole world fuck you over, then you come running to me whining. You don’t have a passion in life, Y/N! You’re begging me to stay in the same predicament that you’re in now, what’s not immature about that?”

“When you leave now and decide to come back one day, Yoongi,” you spat with resentment, the tears that pour down your cheeks no longer out of sadness but instead, out of promise. “Nothing will ever be the same.”

“Good,” Yoongi clipped, turning his back on you for the last time. “Good for me.”

In the grand scheme of things, you realize that when Yoongi left five years ago, he also took the large chunk of your soul that had been shaped over and over again the entire time that he stood by you. He’d gotten his hands on the security and contentment you used to take pride in, weaponizing it against you.

You’re unsure if you have to thank him for that, the uncertainty being on par with the insecurity you had felt when he left you with his truth.

When you visit your mother for her birthday and see Yoongi emerge from your childhood bedroom, hand-in-hand with a toddler that looks like an exact carbon copy of him, you’re unsure of what to do either.

You’re not hysterical in the same way you stood before him when you even considered ripping up his plane ticket, but on the other hand, Yoongi’s inconsolable in the way he flounders before you.

“Y/N,” he says breathless, the lump in his throat even bigger than the tiny fist that grips his hand. “I… I-I didn’t-…” Yoongi tries again, his mouth dry at your appearance. “You came home.”

“I’m only visiting,” you answer, the curt smile on your face that Yoongi recognizes to be the one you’d give to strangers making his blood run cold. “I don’t plan on staying.”

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