My Escapism ~ Min Yoongi

My Escapism ~ Min Yoongi

Your hand held onto Yoongi’s tightly as he helped you up the step, leading you into the carriage of the Ferris Wheel. The two of you took a seat as the member of staff closed the gate as it began to turn again.

Beside you, you could hear a sigh come from Yoongi as you began to look over the city, admiring the view as the sun began to set. It had been a long day for you both, with one final ride before you headed home to catch up n the exhaustion of the day.

“Seoul looks so good from here,” Yoongi smiled across at you as he felt your eyes watching him.

Your head nodded in agreement with him as you felt an arm move around your shoulders, his hand relaxing against your arm, pushing against you gently to bring you even closer into his side.

It had been a long time since the two of you had been able to have a day like you had had today, to be able to relax and forget about work for a little while. It was exactly what Yoongi needed, at last a chance to settle and clear his mind for a while.

“Have you had a good day?” You asked Yoongi, continuing to peer over the carriage as you travelled higher and higher around the wheel.

“It’s been perfect, I couldn’t have asked for anything better.”

Your smile widened as you recognised the sincerity in his voice straight away. “I was a little worried that you’d find a date to the theme park a bit generic.”

“Are you kidding me? Generic is what I love,” he chuckled in reply.

Despite how fancy his life seemed, the flashy events and the glamorous dinners, none of that was what really mattered to Yoongi. Although you were worried about how he’d find a date at the theme park, there was nothing that he worried about at all.

He was beyond excited to just escape for a little and enjoy what everyone else enjoyed too. He loved that he didn’t need to dress up, worry about what he said or did, instead he could just let go for a while and be himself properly.

Best of all though, the theme park meant time with you, something that he never felt he got enough of. The chance to do something without any interruptions, or anyone else around too was something that Yoongi was determined to savour from the day.

And that was definitely what he did as he found himself staring at you, watching your smile turn up as you spotted several familiar places on your ride around the wheel.

“We should do something like this tomorrow,” Yoongi told you, looking ahead to the next couple of days that he had free from work. “Maybe not the theme park again, but something that just feels like normality at least.”

His words brought your attention around, focusing solely on Yoongi beside you. There was a twang in his voice that took you by surprise, almost a sound of desperation to just do something that seemed pretty basic to most people, but somehow was a luxury to him.

Your head slowly nodded back across at him, “how does catching a movie sound to you?”

His eyes lit up straight away at your suggestion, “I don’t think I could tell you the last time I went to the cinema to just watch a movie, instead of a stupid premiere.”

“There’s a new comedy that I keep seeing advertised on a billboard on my way to work,” you told him, “we could always watch the trailer tonight?”

“Let’s just book it,” he proposed instead, “if it’s good then we can laugh, if it’s bad then we can laugh at how rubbish it is, there’s no downside to watching a comedy.”

Your head continued to nod as you admired the enthusiasm that was in Yoongi’s voice, knowing that you had no chance of being able to convince him to do otherwise.

“Does all of this really mean so much to you?” You suddenly asked Yoongi.

It was hard for him to find the words to express just how thankful he was for a bit of normal in his life. For so long he had missed out on so much, but if your trip to the theme park had taught him anything, it was that he shouldn’t forget normal.

The chance to escape with you for a little while, to stop being Yoongi the idol, and be Yoongi the human, the boyfriend was something that he loved. He had no idea how much he missed that side of him until you gave him the chance to relive it all today.

After pondering for a moment, Yoongi’s head nodded back at you, taking a hold of your hand with his free one, just in time for the two of you to reach the top of the wheel.

“You’re my escapism, you make me feel like me, not like someone who has to be a certain way,” Yoongi explained to you.

You sighed softly as you listened to Yoongi, “does work really make you feel like that sometimes? As if you can’t be yourself and instead have to fit certain boundaries?”

“Of course,” he replied with a sigh too, “there’s eyes watching everything that I do, and if I put just a single foot wrong that could be it, game over, but I don’t need those boundaries with you.”

Your head nodded in agreement with Yoongi, not once did you ever make him feel as if he had to change or be anything other than himself when around you.

“I like just being with you,” he laughed, “it’s an easy life being with you.”

You didn’t quite know what to say, deciding to listen to Yoongi instead. You didn’t have too much of a clue as to how he felt, but you were beginning to get a good idea.

“I love escaping and being normal,” he told you once again, “there’s nothing that I’d love to do more than go bowling, the cinema, the arcade, just anything that involves being with you.”

You didn’t quite think that Yoongi would ever appreciate little things so much, he hid it well, but there was something about your day today that just touched him.

“I wish we could do this forever sometimes,” he noted.

Your head nodded in acknowledgement, “I don’t think we’d have much money left with the amount we spent on rides today if we did that.”

“The money wouldn’t matter; it would just be time together.”

You found yourself speechless as Yoongi seemed to find the answer to everything that you had to say. What you did or didn’t do didn’t matter to him, the only thing that mattered was the memories made. He knew that he didn’t make enough with you, he constantly wished that he could spend more time with you.

“I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about today, but I’m glad that you enjoyed it,” you smiled.

Yoongi’s grip over the top of your hand tightened, “I haven’t just enjoyed today Y/N, I’ve had the time of my life. I don’t want to leave it this long until we do something like this again.”

“Luckily for you, we only have to leave it until tomorrow. That’s if you want to go to the cinema?”

“Absolutely,” he chimed, “and I want to make sure that we have a huge bucket of popcorn and one of those fancy iced drinks too.”

Your head nodded, promising Yoongi that it would be the perfect cliché cinema date together. “We’ll make sure it’s as fun as today.”

“I reckon it’ll be even better.”

“How come?”

“Because every day is better with you.”

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he’s so fine please…

I'm just ........... no words. No words. That's just exactly what I'd do if i found a taehyung wandering there and omfg Mr Kim is so dominant I'm about to tear for real isfjfjrnejdjdms help *calls an ambulance* tysm for writing and also wrecking my brain with these images

soaring high | kth (m)

Summary: A twelve-hour flight passes fast when a scorching hot, single parent is there to entertain you all throughout the day – with his words… as much as with his fingers. 

pairing: dilf / single dad!Taehyung x reader

genre: s2l (?); fluff, smut, some crack?

rating: 18+

warnings: talk about a past divorce & a toxic ex, flirting, teasing, oc’s and my voice kink 😵‍💫, slight age gap, tae’s kid and jimin are the sweetest pair of dorks everrrr; explicit sexual content: (hard) dom!tae, public sex (they do it in the plane restroom), unprotected sex (don’t do it, pls & thank u), handjob, groping, fingering, oral (m. receiving), throat fucking, cum swallowing, rough sex, dirty talk, manhandling, breast play, crying (cos taeconda too good), light choking, slight degrading (he calls her his cumslut grr), mention of some spit, my mirror kink i guess, aftercare (or as much as possible in a plane); literally, tae keeps smirking cockily… that ass, like 1 sweater weather reference, pls spot <3

word count: 8.5k

a/n: i needed to write this to get the idea out of my system, i’m sorry for all the content that’s still coming this week LMAO; thank @kimtaehyunq​​​​ along with single-dad-tae-anon for encouraging me, and again, maggie, CANNOT THANK U ENOUGH FOR THIS HAWT BANNER AND COMING UP WITH THE AMAZING FIC TITLE !!! another thank u to @jimilter​​​​ for hyping me up and making this brainfart SO much better, it was a mess honestly; ily guys T_T hope u guys enjoy !!

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You thoroughly dislike flying alone.

The fact that you won’t be able to set foot onto firm cement for the next eleven hours irks you. If you were in someone’s pleasant company, you’d probably stare at the line in front of you less grimly. The tempo in which the staff here operates does nothing to ease your mind, either.

That’s why airports are your least favourite place in the world; yes, you get to travel the world, but at what damn cost? At the cost of going through the infinitely long boarding process, just to sit in a vehicle that might or might not serve cold food and offer horrible movies?

Science needs to take it up a notch. You want teleportation to be a thing already.

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HELLO FINALLY I GOT TO REBLOG THIS!!!!!!

so rid you already know what i'm gonna say about it but it's definitely a fav! i'll probably binge read it while feeling sad and stuff because this angst hurts so so good and i wish i could live with this sweet jungkook (which by the way is UNREAL cause he loves to do the laundry but i love him anyway)

favorite parts i'll say again just to add to my own list of things that will probably never happen to me but they are still cute:

1. when his shoulders drop while saying there is nothing between them to taehyung, and the elder laughs. he's such a douchebag for that wtf

2. the start. GUYS THE START. it leads to the end, obviously, but jungkook seems so different yet the same sweet guy from the start i can't even imagine how oc didn't just fell straight away

3. when jungkook cooks with oc. its so cute i love men that cook they're my goals in life (*cough* yoongi)

4. when she recites a poem for him it's such an ENDEARING moment i suffer and cry a lot you know that

5. i should admit that i truly loved the story about a spoonful of heart because it is a taehyung thing (i can see him doing this) and the way he declares has so much more meaning than just words, y'know? it's special to me

so yeah, that's it! again, thank you so much for writing this, i already read it twice (sorry i will read your other ones) <3

changes in between | jjk (m)

Summary: “Does that mean that I can kiss you now?”

Becoming the roommate of Jeon Jungkook is the biggest change you’ve ever gotten thrown into - but little do you know that the addition of another man will bring even further turbulence into your (love) life.

pairing: Jungkook x reader (+ some Taehyung x reader)

rating: 18+

genre: roommate au, s2f2l; some crack, fluff, angst, smut

warnings: pining, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, fear of the dark; explicit sexual content: multiple smutty scenes (one’s milder and with tae), slight exhibitionism lol you’ll see, soft dom!jk, big dick!jk, fingering, oral (f. & m receiving), handjob on the side, breast play, jungkook sucks some tiddies, some masturbation, dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), voice kink lol, some finger sucking, praising, biting, soft manhandling, soft sex and rough sex, cockwarming at the end?, some aftercare; jealous jk :( … jealous tae :(, jk calls oc a flower <3

word count: 24.7k (sorry, please do still read lmao)

a/n: hi, there !! credit to nicole who gave me this whole prompt and made the banner, too !! this trope is smth entirely new to me and i’m shaking in my boots here - so please let me know what you guys think !!

betas: @voiceswithoutlips​​​​ @missgeniality​​​​ & @hobiandsprite​​​​, thank you for your suggestions, endless help and for always letting me yell and whine in the dms :’) i love you guys to bits x

uploaded to AO3, too (for those who prefer pdfs or mobile readings!)

➳ listen to the CIB playlist for the full experience!

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His eyes keep closing.

You know sleep is washing over him slowly, but all you can do is watch him intently - because even after numerous pleas and annoyed shakes of your head, he is still standing here, back leaning against the wall and wobbly legs carrying him god knows how.

You know that you would’ve definitely given in to the tiredness and weakness by now, understanding exactly that you become a victim to gravity anytime you drink too much. And from what you can tell, he is entirely wasted.

“Jungkook, honestly…”

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IM SO DONE WITH YHIS OKAY

DONE

this was so sad I don't recommend it at all because all I did was crying and when I was happy I got that RIPPED OUT OF ME (ofc I recommend im being dramatic who knows/

but yeah. it hurts. it hurts so good and taehyung is definitely,,,,,,,,ugh yeah I'd say "not him" but this is so a boy attitude that maybe, maybe this reminded me so much the hyyh era tae because he truly acts like an adolescent here. yeah. I pictured this. it hurts. not comfort, not a happy ending and oh god the angst is so good!!!!!!!! TYSM for writing the tears out of me, i loved that masochist stuff and all

ps: I'd totally make the blind one and forgive him so i do NOT relate to yns behavior here yet I'd do it with like 17 and not 21 as I am right now so I'm sorry for not being mature around a beautiful man

right amount of wrongs | kth (m)

Summary: “Your heartbeat stopped. Then accelerated. Pain shot through the organ like an arrow. And then everything repeated.”

How many times does he have to do you wrong until you make the right decision?

pairing: Taehyung x female reader (+ slight Hoseok x female reader)

rating: 18+

genre: high school!au (everyone’s of age tho! senior year <3), best friends to lovers; angst, fluff, smut

warnings: taehyung is… questionable in this :] mention of disney movies (you decide which ones lol), unrequited love, heartbreak, jealousy, manipulation, crying, rejection, toxic friendship later on, oc throws up (no detailed description), (hints of a) panic attack; explicit sexual content: loss of virginity (oc), soft dom!tae, sub!reader soft manhandling, he’s really gentle with her but ughhh he’s such an ass too, big dick!tae, protected sex, multiple orgasms, handjob, fingering, oral (f. receiving), marking, praising, breast play, clit pinching (??), yeah that should be all

word count: 15.9k

a/n: i actually decided to write this randomly to let out some frustration since it’s a pretty personal fic :’) i hope you guys enjoy reading it! <3

credits: my lovely betas​​​ @hantaev​​​​​​ & @chateautae​​​​​​ thank you so so much for helping me with this !! <3 @missgeniality​​​ thank you for lending me your beautiful name hehe :D and last but not least, thank you to @kimtaehyunq​​​​​ who made this AMAZING AND FLAWLESS banner, gave me a really helpful suggestion for this fic and read through it before i posted it, tyyy !! <3

➳ listen to: 17 by Pink Sweat$ | Never not by Lauv | Give me love & Kiss me by Ed Sheeran | I’m not the only one by Sam Smith

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Kim Taehyung.

High school student, approaching the end of senior year at the tender age of nineteen.

Horrible at math. Adored dancing more than anything. Insecure at times but loved to rap in his free time to entertain his closest friends. Always studied just a bit, putting minimal efforts into all subjects despite having failed a class once already. Now, he still hadn’t changed but passed anyway.

Kim Taehyung. Relied on you too much, cherished and admired you endlessly - he’d more or less been your best friend for years and years, both of you being the type of close pals who people thought might cross the line one day, at some point for sure.

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well THAT was amazing

not tonight | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: Two people trying to find their hearts.

warnings: language, est. relationship, questioning life, there's sex but it's more about feels; Yoongi’s POV; lyrics are from 'more than life' by machine gun kelly ft. glaive, fits the story, doesn't it? 2k drabble

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damn, I can't wake up happy I just took a knife to the strings that attach me

“How many people do you think would care if I died?”

“At least one.”

She stared at him.

He smiled back, humorless. “I only know about me, after all.”

“You’re a dork.”

Humor crept into his smile, saying nothing. She tried to turn her head away but he reached up and placed a finger on her chin, pushing it back towards him. Her narrowed eyes and raised eyebrow greeted him in return.

“My opinion is the only one that matters.”

She scrunched up her face, taking a moment to consider it. A half-sigh and a shrug, relenting to his words. “Quality, not quantity, huh?”

“An important distinction when it comes to opinions, not orgasms. You need both.”

And then she laughed, breaking out of his hold, but that was the goal, his smile becoming a smirk, watching her shake her head and lean back, her hair spilled over his pillows, stark contrast to the usual emptiness. His choice. He hated fake people. Most people were fake and shit at sex.

Yeah, most people weren’t worth the ten minutes of mediocrity.

He asked the question.

“Nightmares?”

Expectedly and unfortunately, her laughter died. “I wouldn’t call them that. Or maybe I’m desensitized and don’t feel anything unless it’s really fucked up.”

“You definitely feel something. I’m really fucked up.”

Her lips curved into a wry smile. “Mmm, is that so?”

“You’ve heard my mixtapes.”

“Is this a dick swinging contest on who is more fucked up?”

“Pretty sure mine is bigger than yours on the sheer basis that you don’t have a dick, but feel free to prove me wrong. I’m flexible.”

“You’re annoying is what you are.”

“Attacking character is the laziest form of insult and therefore negligible.”

“It’s only an attack of you think it’s true. Otherwise, it’s just funny.”

It was strangely easy, almost carefree. Words parried back and forth, dancing around reality.

He smiled. “I’m dying laughing here. Do you care?”

The side of her lips curved upwards.

He used to think everyone was fake, but at least one wasn’t, even though she was trying very hard to be, all so that she could feel some semblance of real.

“Immensely,” was her reply.

She rolled towards him, bringing her heat and lips to his.

He felt it sometimes. It simply hung in the air. A kind of burning restlessness that lived in her energy when she had bad dreams. It would persist all day and late into the night. She would avoid sleeping, presumably to avoid the dreams. The context of them didn’t really matter – or perhaps it did, but he was no dream analyst or crackhead psychic – all that mattered was that she had them and they would keep her wide awake even when she was dead asleep.

He knew the feeling.

Probably not the exact feeling but there was a reason that he had dark circles.

He could taste it on her lips, on her tongue, trying to be innocent but she didn’t know the meaning of the word and neither did he, because soon her body was pressed against his and his arms were gliding around that waist, fingers of one hand dancing up her spine, the other sliding down to grab a handful of her plump ass.

Everyone wanted to feel special.

She wanted to especially feel nothing, which meant she felt everything.

Her hands slipped into his long hair, her fingernails sliding over his scalp.

Most people tried to avoid pain. Most people. She made it a point to sleep with him, because most people thought he was the definition of pain. They thought. He made sure that she never felt malice from him. She never expected him to be that way, so he was. From bracing herself for the pain to slipping into his arms to avoid the bad dreams that reminded her she still had demons. She told him, I can’t be what you want me to be. He told her, I don’t want you to be anything but you. She never promised she would give him forever and a day, so he gave it to her instead. At least, as much of forever as he could. It wasn’t like his dead body would know forever was over.

She loved him, raw and fierce.

He could feel it in her touch and in the way she faked it and pretended to be okay when she wasn’t.

“Yoongi…”

She murmured his name, dreamlike, and so he became the dream, chasing all the bad ones away by keeping her up, breathing her name into her skin, a promise to never break her heart, not that it mattered. It was broken already. It came that way. Maybe even before she knew she had a heart. He liked to say he didn’t have a heart, but they were both liars.

One broken, cannot feel.

One heartless, hiding it deep within.

Maybe that’s why it worked.

He turned them over, just to see her hair on his pillows again, nipping at her lower lip, listening to her sound. A soft breath, not one of those pathetic guess-this-is-what-men-want fake moans. He hated that shit. He believed it was lazy and, sure, maybe that kind of thinking was childish, but he could spot a liar when he saw one because he had seen many and been one himself. He was sick of those pretending simply to impress him, simply because they wanted something from him, simply waiting to use him to feed their own egos.

Never for a second did he question her intentions.

He grabbed her wrist and she fought back, twisting her arm and locking their fingers, reflecting his open-mouthed smug smirk. She remembered the things he liked. The playful dance, her body rising to meet his, skin-to-skin, her lips grazing his jaw, kisses down his neck, and he remembered the things she liked too, his head turning and warm breath against her cheek, letting his chuckle rumble through his chest.

“If you’re dead, we can’t fuck.”

Her other hand was trailing up his side. She squeezed their interlocked fingers.

“Heh, guess that’s true. Who’s gonna fuck you as well as I do?”

“Nobody and that’s the problem.”

He hated people because they hurt him for some reason or another, thinking he had a hard enough heart to feel nothing, but instead they craved scars into the hollow, nothing there to brace them, and then she came into his life, broken heart and all, the words on the tip of her tongue, who are you?

And he found, for the first time, that he wanted to know the answer too.

He pressed their interlocked fingers into the bed, kissing her long and deep, her hair spilled over his pillows. He had spent so long hiding his heart that even he had no idea where it was anymore. She said to him that she didn’t care, that she was sick of caring, that she was tired and broken and there wasn’t much left, but there was a little. Just a little. Might as well. She pressed him on top of her, crushing her body with his weight, and he kept it off her, distracting her with his mouth, devouring her nightmares or bad dreams or whatever-the-fuck-they-were with his possessive tongue, her shudder coursing through him too, sound morphing into adrenaline that ignited his blood.

She held onto him.

He wasn’t made to be held.

Or was that something that was craved into him by the scars caused by others?

Her fingers traced his back, her thigh sliding between his, the other tracing the outside of his hip.

“Yoongi…”

He hated it when people said his name, because everyone was fake, but he loved it when she said his name, because she wasn’t everyone. She was his and that was more than everyone else did for him. He placed his lips on her throat and her legs locked around his thigh, preventing him from moving too far down.

He sucked on her skin and felt her moan vibrate his lips. Her fingers tangled in his long hair, tugging in it, leaving strands of black over his vision. Her nails dragged down his back while he marked her throat with his teeth. Bodies interlocked, pain into pleasure, neither one letting go.

He told her before that his heart was an empty hole full of scars.

She climbed down into the darkness and traced them with her fingertips.

He didn’t talk about them, not really. The past was the past. But she knew they were there and she was mindful of them. He warned her of the dark with in. She said she liked the dark. It meant she couldn’t see how broken hers was. She stayed with him, even though he fell into familiar patterns, catching him before the train of thought could wreck him. She recognized those patterns and she caught him, giving him that moment of recognition as well so that he too could see them.

Yoongi hoped one day he could tell her how grateful he was for that.

He found himself wondering where his heart was, now and again, until one day he realized it was standing right there the whole time, in the dark, surrounded by scars in his hollow, fingertips mindful of all those that hurt him before.

He held her broken heart together and they shared it.

His hands were in her hair now, spreading it over his pillows, filling the usual emptiness of his bed with her presence.

She rubbed her thigh in between his legs and he sucked in a breath, surfacing from his bite, coming back up to kiss her again, making his breath disappear and giving it to her instead. Emptying his lungs, every wisp of air pushed out, and she took it all away, breathing him in so that he was lightheaded while her smooth skin rubbed against his hardening length, her fingertips fanning over his hip.

Who are you?

She had asked him then and he had smirked and replied with his name, but her eyes weren’t satisfied with his answer, watching him, who are you, and, for some reason, he himself thought, who am I, in the middle of their lips touching and their bodies talking. I don’t want to care about anything, and he said, me neither, and they didn’t want to but they did anyway, already. Bodies can only speak truth and they were already tangled in each other’s legs, staring into each other’s eyes.

He told her he was full of dead dreams and hollow scars.

She told him she wasn’t made quite right and everything came broken.

He locked his fingers with hers, right beside the remains of the condom packaging and slid into her wet, tight heat, staring into her eyes, knowing who he was.

Yours.

She never promised she would give him forever and a day, but she promised never to lie and her body told him she was his. The way she raised her hips and rammed back into him, the way she clenched her core and her jaw, grinning at his gasp, the way she met his pace and escalated it, faster, harder, rougher, wilder, thin breath and chasing pleasure, the world becoming nothing but them and this moment.

Who are you?

The one who chose to love you.

She didn’t ask him to, but he didn’t really care either. He didn’t ask her to love him, but she did, even though she said she couldn’t, even though she came broken, even though she doubted her ability to love, but she didn’t know that the simple act of tracing his scars and being mindful of each and every one was enough. Everyone else saw the hollow and thought it was the abyss, thought he had nothing to give, and he hadn’t even realized that he, too, had begun to believe he had nothing to give.

Nothing but scars and darkness.

But she liked scars and darkness, and she stayed.

not today, not tomorrow, not tonight, I don't wanna die.

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