Another Missed Opportunity For My 3 Babies On The Padding Squad... KAIIIIIII

another missed opportunity for my 3 babies on the padding squad... KAIIIIIII😭😭

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Standing Next To You - JJK (18+)

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook X Fem!Reader

Theme: PWP, SMUT, Angst, Fluff, established relationship au

Wordcount: 1.2k+

Summary: Your and Jungkook's relationship is all about dark rooms, shadows, rendezvous and secrecy. It pains you to even think that you can't claim him as yours in front of the world. But Jungkook is always there to set your fears free because he loves you even more than you love him.

Warnings: public sex, backstage sex, explicit sex, crying, moaning, dirty talk, spitting, unprotected sex (don't try this at home), creampie, multiple orgasm, Jungkook is whipped. NSFW!!!

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: This turned out to be more angsty than I intended it to be lol. But it's spicy regardless.

“Baby please! Just one kiss?” Jungkook whispers right next to your ear. 

“Jungkook… we can’t!” you reply as silently as possible, shoving him a little bit, making sure not to shake up the makeshift changing room. 

“We can. Just a quickie won’t hurt, baby.” He presses his body on yours even more. Your steps falter, being unable to take the weight of his body on yours. 

“Quicky? Are you out of your mind? You are two minutes away from your performance! You wanna exhaust yourself now?” you try to put some senses in his mind, while shoving him away again. But he won’t budge and you are no match for his well-worked-out, manly, buff physique. 

“Come on, Y/N. Please. I beg you.” Jungkook’s mouth already sits on your throat, placing soft and small kisses, which will soon turn into bruising possessiveness painted just for the world to see.

So bad you can’t paint him like you. You can’t claim him to be yours in front of the world. 

Jungkook’s mouth does its part of reaching to your sweet spot and nibbling as hard as he can. 

You hiss. The sensession gathers heat in your stomach.

“Don’t mark me!” you spat at him, a little more harshly than you intended it to be. But you can’t help it. This secrecy of your relationship has been taking a toll on you lately. You have been drowsed into a spiral of overbearing thoughts. The continuous surveillance of his label on your life, your relationship, is unsettling you way too much. 

Jungkook’s pretty eyes widen at your harsh tone. 

It’s new. The way you have been protesting today, almost shoving him away from your body, resisting his kisses and now asking him not to mark you, all of it is new. 

In two years of your secret relationship, it has become pretty usual for you guys to find a rendezvous and claim each other inside shadows. You never had a problem with it… until today. 

“Has anything happened? Did the company do anything again?” Jungkook stares deep into your eyes. Confusions, questions and even fears spill out of his dark orbs. You know if you don’t distract him now, he will read you out and that may hamper his upcoming performance. 

“No-nothing.” your murmur, this time pulling him closer to you, “I signed an NDA, Jungkook. Do you want your label to come after me for sporting your hickeys in front of all the staff and reporters backstage?” 

Jungkook’s skilled hand unbuttons your jeans and slides inside your underwear within a few seconds. Your eyes fall shut as soon as his rough fingers come in contact with your clit. 

Jungkook smirks at your reaction. It’s amazing how contrasting your statements and your reactions are. He knows only he can do this to you. Only he can break your resolve and take away all of your senses. 

“All I want, darling, is” he plunges two of his fingers into your leaking hole while the fat of his thumb draws smooth circles on your clit, “to fuck you raw in front of everyone so that they know you belong to me. I don’t want this secrecy anymore. I want to tell everyone that I am all yours and only yours.” 

Your fingers dig on Jungkook’s naked biceps as he scissors his fingers and stretches your hole out. His words set your heart on overdrive.

“My fat cock drilled you so many times but you are still so tight, fuck! You-” he groans as you moan his name, “you are perfect. I love you so fucking much.” with that he twists his fingers and presses on your g-spot and then within a few seconds you are spasming all over his hands and your underwear. 

“Fuck baby. You cummed so much. You will take me now like a good girl. Won’t you?” He does a quick job of undoing his belt and pants. 

You probably should thank his stylist before heading home. These dress pants and buttoned up vest have elevated his entire look on a different level. The sleeveless vest provides the entire view of his tattooed arm, something that you are totally weak for. You started salivating the moment he emerged from the green room. But before you could compliment him, he was dragging you towards this dingy space. 

Jungkook’s cock springs out of his boxers and slaps against his abdomen. 

Your eyes greedily fall on his erection as he spreads his palm before your mouth. You look up at him feigning innocence.

“Spit.” he orders. And you spit. 

He pumps his length a few times preparing it to lodge inside you. Meanwhile you kick your heels off, strip off your jeans and panties and make yourself ready. 

“Good girl” Jungkook murmurs as he lines his cock on your entrance. Wrapping your hands around his neck, you keep him as close as possible. 

Once Jungkook’s tip is inside your cunt, he pushes the rest in one go. Your body jerks up as an impact, silent curses falling out of your lips. Giving you time to adjust, he unbuttons your blouse, pulls down your bra and sets your tits free. 

“Move now.” you whisper, which Jungkook complies to. 

Your back hits the wall as he thrusts into you roughly making you groan.

His thrusts are so rough and deep right from the start that you start moaning even when you know you should not. Even when you know what the result could be. 

Jungkook winds up one hand around your waist to keep you steady, places another hand on one of your tit massaging it gently and seals his mouth with yours in an earth-shattering kiss. 

His lips are desperate. He raves you with so much passion that you want to cry. Nobody can love you as much as Jungkook and yet you can’t even show off this love. 

His hips are restless. His cock deliciously pounds into your sloppy cunt making it tough for you to even breathe properly. 

He groans into your mouth as you cum for a second time in less than ten minutes, coating his cock with your juices. 

Your orgasm triggers his own and Jungkook unloads himself inside you. Shooting his white, thick, hotness inside you, he paints your walls, claims you in his own way.

“Jungkook, you are next in the line.” his manager screams from outside. There is an annoyance in his tone that suggests that he knows what exactly are you two up to. 

“I’m out in two minutes, hyung.” Jungkook screams back breathlessly. 

You get teary. Jungkook is about to return to his place. He will perform and thousands of souls will fall in love with him yet again. All while you will stand under his shadow, in secrecy, so that no one knows of your existence, of the love that is blooming in between you two.

As if reading your mind, Jungkook opens his mouth to ease your fears, “We'll survive the test of time, Y/N. No matter what the situation is, they can’t deny our love. They can’t divide us. Just a few more days, baby and then I will proudly be standing next to you. I promise.” 

Your tears fall free and he kisses those away. Two pairs of lips meet again as he tries to seal the moment before he leaves you alone for the rest of the night.

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.... this isn't going to end well.... I hope not 🙈

Your Ego Drive (m) | JJK

SYNOPSIS:

In the glamorous world of fashion, where egos run wild and money talks, who'd have thought that one arrogant model by the name of Jeon Jungkook would shake up your life?

PAIRING: Model Jeon Jungkook x Reader

RATING: 18+

GENRE: STRANGERS TO LOVERS, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, MODEL AU, FASHION AU, FLUFF SMUT ANGST

WORD COUNT: 7K??

A/N: this took me a minute but here we are🩵🫶 and thank you so so much @erica2283 for helping me along the way🫶🩵 I really hope you enjoy this part, definitely let me know how you liked it in the comments, asks or reblogs. Happy reading!

You've always had a tendency to forget things easily. Especially things that should not be forgotten, and no matter how hard you try, you never completely got rid of the habit.

How? Because you forget. The answer is that simple.

Your head had always been full of things ever since you were little. There was never a moment of silence–even when you were doing as little as reading a book or watching a movie–your mind was always elsewhere

So, as you walk into your crappy apartment at 9 pm with a cup of uncooked ramen noodles in your hand, opening then closing your shaby door–locking it, reality dawns on you. The charm. "Fuck," you yell, throwing your head back and groaning as you lean on your door, cursing your stupidity.

You were meant to leave the charm at the lost and found after work, and you completely forgot. Great.

Your week had been going great–note the sarcasm–because how can one fuck up within the first two hours of working with the brand's ambassador?

You called him an idiot right in front of his face without realising it until he pointed it out to you. You might gag

And now this. Someone is probably looking for their lucky charm, which is now neatly hung at the bracelet around your wrist–you make a mental note to drop it at the office first thing tomorrow morning. God.

You breathe in, then out

Its okay, not a big deal, nothing to freak out about–if someone was actually worried about having something like this, they would've certainly contacted everyone on the team by now...right?

Setting your bag and cup of noodles down, you press the rusted button on your water boiler and walk towards your bed to remove your jacket and shoes, putting on some comfortable clothes consisting of a pair of pyjama shorts and a big tee, as well as some of your favourite comfy socks–the night turned out colder than youd expected.

Sighing, you massage your tired eyes with your palm, thworing your head back in relief when you hear a little ping ring in the air signalling that your waters hot and ready to cook your 99ct ramen.

With your tummy grumbling, you return to your kitchen, your gaze drawn to the miniature chick-clock Hobi gave you as a move-in present. He always had a way to make himself memorable even when he wasnt around.

You stifle a giggle before returning to your bed, snuggling in with your dinner in hand, opening your laptop, and starting a random episode of gossip girl.

This is what you needed. Exactly what you needed right this moment

A few minutes in you get a message from none other than your best friend himself, and you cant help but smile when its a picture of him and Mickey, his dog he got when he moved out of his parens 3 years ago.

You: my baby🥹

Hobi: he misses you, you should come visist some time you know? Its been almost a year

You: i know

You: moneys been tight and i cant ask for a holiday after just working at the job for 2 weeks

Hobi: ill come over then, LA seems way different and warmer than NYC

You shake your head laughing as you look down at your warm socks

You: you wouldnt guess but its pretty chilly at night

Hoseok replies by sending you a pic of the 4 layers of clothes he was wearing

Hobi: im prepared ;)

Covering your mouth, you laugh, switching off your phone and laptop, laying on your side, and staring out the window one final time before entering lovely, sweet dreamland.

-

"Jungkook-"

"Hey-"

"You dont understand, if i lost the fucking charm, that means that someone else has it now" Jungkook almost yells into the phone as he rests on his bed, palm over his face, trying to relax

It was dark out, bothing but a few lights from outside lighting up his room. Depressing for some, calming for others

Jungkook liked silence. The feeling of not being watched, the calmness that filled his thoughs and body

A shower, he needed a long shower

"Are you sure you've already asked everyone on the set?" Everyone?" Namjoon asks calmly over the other end of the phone as he paces around. He wasn't going to lie–he was happy that the charm was no longer in Jungkook's hands, as if it had been enchanted or something because the younger boy couldn't seem to go anywhere without it

The only other time hed lost it was last year–some crazy chick decided to take it as a souvenir after staying the night. Luckily Jungkook was quick enough to catch it hanging on her purse, snatching it right back and kicking her out

Safe to say he didnt talk to anyone for the rest of the day–thoughts filled with the 'what ifs' if he didnt notice

"I just fucking told you, there's not one person my managers haven't called, goddamn im so done with LA already, im this fucking close to book a flight back home–fuck the shoot" Jungkook sits up now, looking at himself in the mirror in front of his bed. His hair is messy. it's nothing new, though, a large CK shirt covering his chest and most of his tattoos.

He was nothing without it, it was the only thing keeping him sane at this point. And now its gone

It was his

His to look at when hes sad

His to throw into a corner when he thought about her

It was his to do whatever he wanted to with

Call him attached, obsessed–But Jungkook liked to refer to it as a lucky charm

"All right, kook, relax your goddamn balls. You're behaving like a toddler whose mother wouldn't let him stay up past his bedtime." Namjoon's voice breaks him out of his thoughts, and he returns his attention to the phone conversation. "This is your job, you cant just say 'fuck it' and leave" he goes on. "Get your shit together, go to bed, and ask about it tomorrow morning when you arrive at the set, theres nothing else you can do right now anyway"

He was right. There wasn't, but somehow it felt like there was, and one thing was certain–Jungkook couldn't sleep all night.

So, as the clock struck 2 a.m. and Jungkook's eyes remained wide awake, there was nothing else he could do but go to the gym.

It's a technique to tyre him out while also taking his mind off things. Or, more accurately, people.

Shaking his head, he puts on a pair of trainers before stepping out the door and downwards to the hotel's bottom floor, a few employees welcoming him here and there before he arrived at the well equipped gym

It's not that Jungkook was still in love with her–far from it–but he'd grown so accustomed to associating her with his comfort that it was hard for him not to think of her when he was anxious or upset.

'Fuck you,' he wants to yell, blaming her for all of his misery. He wants her to feel everything he felt. And tenfold worse. But he couldn't; there was no reasonable way–and even if he could. He refused. It's confusing. Life is incredibly confusing. Maybe losing the one thing that made him want to keep her wasn't so horrible after all.

-

"Coffee?"

"Yes," you grumble as you walk in the next morning. Instead of your regular baggy sweatpants, a pair of light mom jeans coveres your legs, wearing a blue CK shirt instead of a sweater to add a pop of colour. You can't resist not displaying any skin any longer–it's becoming warmer.

"Thank you," you say to Jake as he delivers you the steaming cup of coffee. You'd always choose a hot coffee to an iced one, no matter how hot the weather got. It was a matter of personal preference.

You'd tried the fancy cold ones, with vanilla syrup or oat instead of regular milk. You figured you werent cool enough for them when you got sick the same day–turns out something in that syrup was not meant to be in your body after all

You do love a chai or matcha instead of your 4 shots of espresso every now and then

"You're more than welcome," he winks, making your cheeks flush as you look down for a split second, your eyes widening as you spot the charm on your wrist. Shit.

"Right," you say, laughing. "uhm," you pause, making Jake look back at you with a furrowed brow,

"you all right?"

"Yeah just..." you say, biting your lower lip and looking around. "Actually, I forgot to give this to the lost and found so-" you begin, holding up your bracelet.

Only for Jakes eyes to widen as well

"Oh," he nods, "damn, that shit looks expensive," he says as he walks over to look at it as you lift your wrist. "Are you sure you want to go to Lost and Found?" His voice sounds surprised as your earnestness–he wouldve kept it

"Arent you struggling with money right now?" His next question surprises you "you should sell it for a quick buck" he says with a laugh "safe to say whoever this belongs-well, belonged to, will be just fine if they could afford this"

You pause for a moment, thinking–not about keeping them, of course, but about what point you'd be desperate enough to do it. You hum. "I don't think that's a good idea..." you think as you bite your lip, your gaze returning to the small charm. "i just have to work a bit harder" you say, "climb my way to the top right?" You smile as you playfully nudge his arm.

Thats how it worked right? Work hard enough to the point where money shouldnt me an issue anymore. To the point where you can finally...relax.

Maybe even go into one of those fancy grocery stores and do your shopping without having to pick the cheaper options.

You didn't strive to be wealthy, but you are aware of how much your parents struggled when you were a child. Even if they tried hard not to make it evident, you always knew you weren't affluent. It was fine–your childhood was wonderful, you had no complaints. But you desired to be worry free in life. You desired to live without a concern in the world–to travel, eat delicious food, and build memories...

You hum, yeah, thats the life you wanna live.

Jake shrugs, "I guess so, you can do it anyway, youre one of a kind y/n" he flirts, wiggling his brows.

Dont get shy now y/n, hes just another guy

"I sure am," you tease, turning to head out to finally return the item you've been keeping for far too long.

But, just as you're ready to do so- "everyone!" Mr. Hardis claps his hands together again, explaining, "main event just arrived, please make sure to turn off your phones and not take any pictures that aren't meant for the shoot," as he did the day before. You all nod, responding with "okay"'s and "yes"'s.

You, on the other hand, toss your head back in frustration. Great. Another missed opportunity to reconnect the charm with its owner. "Come on," Jake says, nodding towards the set as he starts walking. You hum in response.

"Coming"

-

"Jungkook!" Mr. Hardis' voice makes him cringe as he approaches him, giving him a hard handshake and a "hello."

"Our main event, as punctual as always"

He's exhausted, having only slept for approximately 2 hours before having to wake up and get ready for work. However, there were no undereye bags, just two gorgeous doe eyes staring right ahead of him, spotting you amongst the mass of staffs.

"As you know, Sana is still sick, so Y/n will be assisting you again," Mr. Hardis speaks up again when theres a small awkward silence.

"Yeah," Jungkook responds, crossing his arms and drawing his lips into a line. Biceps bulking out as he now stares down at the older guy.

Hes about to walk away, towards his dressing room to indulge in the last few minutes alone when Mr. Hardis speaks up again

"Do you have any complaints? Is she all right? She's new, after all, so please point out any errors and report them to me-" He starts rambling, but Jungkook is quick to interrupt.

"Shes fine, i dont really notice her at all, all outfits are set in place already arent they?" Jungkook tilts his head in defence of you. Why? He had no idea. "There's not much she could be doing wrong," Jungkook continues, his gaze shifting towards you once more, this time making eyecontact as he raises a brow, forcing you to glance away.

He liked your hair today, he thinks to himself. What a shame he didnt usually go for people he worked with

"Of course!" Mr. Hardis says uneasily, clearing his throat, "our sana has always been one to plan ahead of time, y/n got lucky," he laughs. "don't think she'll ever be more than what she is now," he shrugs, now crossing his arms as he tries to strike up a conversation.

Jungkook sighs, annoyed

He despised guys like him–snobbish rich men who had only gotten where they were because of their parents or friends and family. He wasn't different–he was aware of his parents' popularity and how it influenced how people treated him and how he got to where he is now. What sets Jungkook apart is that he never took advantage of his parents' celebrity status.

He'd received numerous requests to appear in major movies and series. But he wasn't cut out for acting–he loved photography and the closest he got to living his passion was modelling.

"I mean look at her" he laughs, smelly breath of coffee and cigarettes hitting Jungkooks way too sensitive nose. "When it comes to fashion, shss not one to stand out..." He continues, his stupid laugh filling Jungkook's ears, "just another delusional girl trying to make it big" he shakes his bald head.

Like hes one to talk, Jungkook thinks

He decides not to get too worked up about it before the shoot, even if the anger would help him with facial expressions later on, and shakes it off by saying, "I've had worse." Jungkook wasn't choosy about stylists–if they performed their job well and followed his instructions, there wasn't much they could do wrong. He didn't talk much to his staff anyway because of previous issues that resulted in his information being leaked. His jaw tightens.

-

"Lia," you said hurriedly, stepping up to welcome her as Jungkook was still chatting to 'boss man'.

"Y/n, hey!" Her optimistic smile is contagious, and you immediately match it, "how's everything with taking Sana's place?" Are you okay? He's not acting like a dick, is he?-"

"Lia!" You hide your mouth in surprise, looking behind to see if anyone heard "no" you chuckle "he's professional, as he should be" you nod hand fidgeting with your shirt as you stare at Jungkook, whose expression was more than obvious–annoyed.

No wonder, you think

You stifle a chuckle, at least you have one thing in common. "Im sorry you have to do my job instead." You apologise to her, knowing she'd rather handle the hair for the shoot, but she quickly dismisses you.

You sorta felt sorry for all the commotion Sanas absence caused, but it wasnt really her fault.

"Ah don't even worry about it girl, you know I love me some makeup," she winks. You nod in agreement. You're about to say something further when your name is called, forcing you to hurriedly apologize to Lia and proceed to where you're needed–the dressing room.

-

When you walk in, the air is thick, and you're not shocked to see Jungkook on his phone, leaning against the table probably waiting for you.

As you close the door behind you, you take a deep breath, almost choking, and swallow your pride. "Hey," your voice comes out more timidly than you thought, prompting you to clench your teeth and clear your throat. He merely nods and looks you up and down, as if it's the first time he's seen you that day. What a lie.

"OK then," you awkwards say as you approach farther into the room, rubbing your hands together. It was weird, yet it shouldn't be.

"Well, I actually emailed Sana yesterday and asked her to send me over a few more notes in regards to the outfits, themes and everything" you begin to speak, strolling towards the closet and heap of clothes next it. Someone must have taken the time to tidy up the place a little this time.

As a response, you just hear a hum. Ass.

"Uhm yeah, but besides that, since the entire shoots centred around you, I actually wanted to hear your thoughts as well, so yeah" you awkwardly wait for his response "what do you think?" You inquire.

This is awkward, whys he barely talking?

The whole sitaution just seemed awkward, why was he acting like you were some sort of alien?

Jungkook purses his lips and crosses his arms as he looks you in the eyes. Did he have to look so threatening all the time? My gosh...

"Leather, boots, simple shirts," he shrugs as he attentively examines you, his hands in his pockets, "that's all I need for this, it's not about the clothes anyway," he adds. It isnt?

"Its not?" You voice your thoughts.

"No," he shakes his head, "the whole idea is for CK to gain some more popularity, which has been dwindling due to their clothes not being too extravagant," he sighs, clearly referring to the company he is literally the ambassador for.

Moving on.

You nod in agreement with his statements. "Dont get me wrong, i choose to promote this brand for a reason, i like simplicity" . Sure, sure.

"You dont believe me?" He arches his brow. Did you just say that out loud? "Your face sometimes speaks louder than words," he chuckles. "Not that we talk much anyway," he yawns as he sits up and walks towards you, or rather, the wardrobe. "So, the clothes are ready?" Yeah?" As he rummages through the rags, he asks.

You nod "yeah," clearing your throat once again, nervously twirling the bracelet over your wrist. "You can chose between the trousers and shirts, the boots you already chose on your way here from korea right?" You wait for his affirmation and continue when he nods. "Jewlerry is up to you, im really just here to help you in case we need trim or lengthen anything."

Jungkook nods, looking back at you, "simplicity, remember?" He laughs. You give a nod. So no jewellery? This guy was confusing.

"I'm thinking rings, maybe two or three," he replies after gathering the clothes and walking over to the jewellery on show for him.

"Odd numbers are nice," you say, simply to say something and not remain silent. He hums again.

Today's look was one of your favourites–washed out denim, a white tank top, a white, red, and black leather jacket, and some large stomper boots. You didn't know Jungkook all that well, but this screamed...him.

"three rings then?" You can't help but stare as he turns to you and fiddles with the jewellery in his hand.

"I mean its up to you-"

"im asking for your opinion, are you not gonna give it to me?" Teasingly, he raises his brow. What you would do to wipe that grin off his face-.

"Three," you say confidently, "one on your pointer, one on your middle, and one on your ring finger." You approach towards him, standing up straighter "to be exact," snatching the rings from his hand. Jungkook smiles as you match each ring to a finger. So you're a perfectionist? He thinks to himself.

Interesting

But, as quickly as the smile appeared on his face, it vanishes as he notices something on your wrist–specifically, the bracelet on your wrist.

What the...

His eyes darken as he holds your hand firmly, halting any movement as his piercing eyes meet your stunned stare.

"Where did you get this from?"

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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.

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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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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 🌼