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☂ - Angst

♥ -Fluff

(M) - Smut (18+)

Note: The bulk of my fics contain yandere content, please read the warnings of each fic before reading. On that same note, none of my fics are a reflection of the members IRL or my perception of them and are not to be taken as such. They are merely works of fiction that take place in a fictional world. My page is 18+ so minors please DNI.

Updated: May 25, 2022 (The Household’s Bunny)

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raspberry truffles | ksj

summary: how to fake date your best friend: step one: don’t fall in love with them. failed step one.

[friends to lovers!au, fake dating!au}

pairing: seokjin x female reader word count: 5k genre: fluff warnings: obscene amounts of lindor truffle consumption, holiday mischief, seokjin being lovably obnoxious, the usual. a/n: hi. i know it’s been over a month since i last posted a fic. i hope this trashy fake dating drabble makes up for my absence. based on a true story. yes, this happened to me. well, most of it. please enjoy!

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Jealous [KSJ] (18+)

➴ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader | WC: 5k (let’s ignore that this was supposed to be 3k) | Genre: angst, fluff, smut | Rating: NSFW; 18+

➴ Warnings: swearing, brief misunderstandings, reader likes mint choco ice cream

➴ Tags: idiots to lovers (i2l), friends to lovers (f2l), unprotected sex, creampie, biting, standing sex, oral: male, oral: female, marking, choking, fingering, Seokjin has a big dick, masturbation: female, dom!Seokjin, sub!reader, multiple orgasms

➴ A/N: This oneshot was written as a commission by the lovely @lcksndkys​​ for the ARMY for AAPI Justice and Advocacy Event. Please click here to find more resources and consider donating to the cause! 

Thank you to @oftenderweapons​ for betaing this for me!! You’re a star, baby x

➴ Summary: Seokjin’s ears have always been red as long as you can remember, but at this point, it might as well be a birthmark or something. You’ve never seen him without red ears. Upset that your crush won’t respond to you, you decide to resort to an age-old tactic and flirt with another guy in front of him, but maybe you’ve bitten off more than you can chew…

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“Look at hyung, he’s a tomato again,” Jungkook teases, eyes crinkling at the corner. “It always happens when Y/N is around, doesn’t it?” 

You tilt your head to the side at his question, not understanding. “What do you mean?” you ask, blinking rapidly.

The boys around you collapse into a heap, laughing as Seokjin stares moodily into his cocktail, tips of his ears redder than ever. You get the sense that maybe he’s upset, but you’re not sure why.

Although you and Kim Seokjin have been friends since you were both still in diapers, this was the one thing he refused to talk to you about, and it was starting to get on your nerves. You told him about anything and everything, including who your current crush was, who’d taken your first kiss, the way your dad had flipped out when your last fling had accidentally stayed the night and he’d walked in on the two of you spooning in bed…the list was endless.

Actually, now that you think about it, Seokjin never really had anything to say after you told him of your latest escapades, good mood often turning sour. You make a mental note not to do it again, wanting to preserve your best friend’s sanity. With a sympathetic pat on his back - and a gentle kiss on the cheek that causes Seokjin to choke on his drink -, you leave the rowdy group of boys you’d come to refer to as your brothers and you get up off your lounge chair, wanting to frolic in the ocean.

Seokjin watches you stride down to the water, hips swaying with every step you take. You weren’t the most graceful girl, but nobody could deny that you were always the centre of attention when in a room.

“You can stop covering your dick now; another guy just asked for her number,” Yoongi states drily, keeping a watchful eye on you. Seokjin turns to the man three months younger than him, eyes widened in disbelief.

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UNEXPECTED LOVERS | myg

-> pairing artist!yoongi x female reader

-> genre fake dating!au, romantic comedy

-> summary what happens when you meet min yoongi at the club, or well accidentally use him as your pawn to not get hit on. not knowing your cousins friend overhears and suddenly your whole family knows.

-> word count 11.k

-> warnings swearing, mentions of sex, alcohol, nude bodies, awkward meetings, cringy pet names, problematic family members, angst in the end :’)

(lil side note all credits go to the rightful owner of the yoongi pic)

PART 1 OUT OF 2 | PART 2

Lights flicked from each corner making the atmosphere more alive. The base booming so hard you could feel it in your feet. Swinging your hips back and forth to 'Work' by Rihanna, while your friend Amanda was hyping you up, making you laugh in the process but continuing letting yourself let loose for once.

Your family has definitely gone to your head. About the whole, 'isn't it time you settle down and find yourself a handsome young man?' talk which mostly consisted of your mom, but your dad was clearly on her side, agreeing with each point she had thrown at you.

You tried Tinder, but let's be honest, most guys on that app are just looking for a quick fuck, which yes sometimes might be fun, but it gets very boring in the end.

It's not that you 'don't believe in love'. No, you just didn't understand the point in seeking it. Growing up — romance novels, cliché movies filled a lot in your daily life. Your mother wanted you to create a romantic yet hopeful side of you when it came to love. But as soon as you entered college, that side of you, which your mother wished from you, were crushed. You fell into the hook-up culture at your college — you had your fun for a while, yet your mother maintained herself around your neck throughout your college years.

But now, it has gotten so out of control, resulting in you stepping out and go clubbing with your colleague Amanda. Both of you are working for  'Fashlance', a clothing designer firm. Mostly consisting of having to design clothes for certain celebrities. One of them being Kim Namjoon, owner of the art gallery 'Stigma' which had gained a lot of attention in the span of a few months. He was one of the kindest people you designed for. He occasionally, still dropped by the firm to thank you and Amanda for the help.

''Let's get one more drink!'' Amanda suggests, before dragging you towards the slightly crowded bar. Most people were sitting in booths in groups, others like yourself sitting by the bar countertop.

''Two vodka red bull.'' Amanda orders to the somewhat cute bartender. Amanda had quickly caught onto his good looks, her flirting button now being on — you, quickly catching on to it.

You grabbed your drink, letting Amanda flirt with the cute bartender. Now strutting your way back to the dance floor, drink in your hand.

Downing your drink in almost one go, made you slightly gag from the bitter taste, yet you remained on the dance floor, shaking away the bitter feeling on your tongue. Two hands were suddenly placed onto your hips, guiding you. You turn around being met with a tall stranger, with nothing but a smirk on his face.

''Sorry, not interested.'' You poke him in the chest, making him surrender his hands from you, mocking you lightly at your rejection.

''Calm down, just wanted to dance.'' He retorts. Making you roll your eyes at his best way to cover up the fact he wants a piece of you.

''Yeah? Well, dance with someone else.'' You snap back, wanting him to go back to where he came from. He shrugs you off, turning his back to you, before disappearing in the crowd of dancing bodies.

You caught a glimpse over at the bar, seeing the bartender now caressing Amanda's face with his fingers. You couldn't go back there, so you continued dancing alone.

''Hey, can I buy you a drink?'' a deep voice behind you asked, confronted with yet another total stranger who again was looking for a quick fuck. Okay, yes, you are at a club where most people just want to hook up, yet you don't want that. You've had your absolute fun — especially since that conversation with your parents about you needing to settle down has gotten to your head.

Which is why you politely decline any offers that could lead to meaningless sex, which you've had your fair share of.

''No, I'm okay.'' You decline politely, smiling a bit to not seem rude. The stranger doesn't get a hint of you turning him down, making him move a bit closer to you. ''Come on beautiful, one drink.'' He asks once again, semi-pressuring you when you've clearly said no. What a fucking jerk.

Not wanting to have to pull up with any guys' bullshit in this club, you come up with one stupid lie. ''I can't. I have a boyfriend.'' You reason yet laced with slight discomfort and awkwardness. You expected the guy to leave you alone once you've thrown the 'I have a boyfriend card' but it didn't seem to work.

''Well, is he here?'' He continues, now with a tight smirk plastered onto his face. Shrugging at his disgusting behavior, you went along with your lie, not thinking of the consequences that can be caused because of this.

''In a matter of fact, yes he is.'' You were now arms crossed. Not wanting to be put up with his bullshit any longer. ''Point me in his direction — need to see who I'm up against.'' He challenges you, now making the same movement as you, arms crossed over his chest.

You sigh before turning around, trying to get a good look at the people around you. Most of them were either in groups or already with a girl under the arm. Shit, this seemed absolutely hopeless, but you weren't going to give up just yet.

Scanning around the bar, you catch a glimpse of a very handsome gentleman, sitting at the bar countertop, looking down at his drink. Perfect.

''There he is.'' You point towards the gentleman, the guy quickly catching on making him sigh in defeat.

''Well, I'm gonna head back to him. I think he's starting to miss me-'' Getting cut off by the stranger in front of you, not expecting him to speak but to just simply leave you alone. ''I'll come with you. My friends already left like 20 minutes ago, could really use some company.'' You were just about to decline but he had already made his way towards the handsome stranger you had pointed at. That's embarrassing.

''I- give me just one minute alone with my boyfriend. He's uh- been feeling a bit down lately because of work.'' You explain as you had grabbed the stranger in the arm, not wanting him near your 'fake boyfriend'. You had to make him know about your stupid lie first.

The stranger nods, standing still near the dance floor, you excuse yourself walking towards the handsome stranger by the bar.

''I'm gonna need you to pretend to be my boyfriend. Just for tonight.'' You confess through gritted teeth, afraid the guy behind you would hear, ruining your uttermost plan to get rid of him.

He finally looked up from his almost empty glass of liquor. Fuck. He's really pretty. ''Your- wait what?'' He was obviously confused; you had just come out of nowhere asking for such a favor. It felt pathetic.

''Yeah- I- well, this creep won't leave me alone.'' you rubbed your hand on your right arm. 

He sighed, tilting his head to the side, trying to see the creep that has been bothering you. His gaze returned to you, adding a sympathetic smile, nodding his head. ''He's coming over-'' Before he could continue, the stranger had sat down next to the both of you. Fuck.

''Wassup man'' the bastard greeted your 'so-called boyfriend.' who's name you didn't even know. Well, this is definitely gonna end badly.

''Sup'' he answered short, keeping his cool as the stranger had now approached you, not wanting to leave you alone.

''So, you're the boyfriend?'' Fuck. This is where you die of embarrassment.

''Yeah.'' He kept his gaze on him, intimidating the fuck out of him. It seemed to work for a bit, until the rat decided to speak again.

''You guys don't look like a couple.'' He comments adding it with a slight scoff, trying to embarrass the both of you. ''Well we didn't ask for your opinion.'' You bite back with a bitter tone, earning a chuckle from the handsome stranger. ''That's my girl'' he praises you, both of your cheeks growing hot at the sudden praise and the fact he called you 'my girl', but it was just an act. You had to keep reminding yourself that.

You smile, resting your arm around his shoulders while nuzzling him in the nuke of his neck, side eyeing the creep who was actually looking like someone who wants to leave. Thank god.

''Well, you two have fun.'' He excuses himself, before finally getting out of your sight. A big sigh had released from you, needed after trying to get rid of him since he set his eyes on you.

''Thank you.''

He nods, taking the last sip of his drink, making you notice the silver rings wrapped around his fingers. He slightly coughed, making your head turn upward, not noticing you had lost your gaze on his hands.

''You can remove yourself from me now.'' He adds. You had forgotten how your arm was still resting above his shoulders.

''I'm so sorry about that- he just walked up to me, asked if I wanted a drink, I declined, no shit. And then this man had the audacity to continue after I declined? What a fucking jerk am I right? So yeah — had to come up with some sort of lie to get out of that one. So I looked around the club and you were the only good looking guy, well, not good looking. Wait, you're not ugly! You’re just-‘’ You paused, catching your breath before continuing, ''the first person I laid my eyes on and I didn’t really think about it so I just pointed at you aaaaand I can tell you didn’t even listen to a word I just said.” You finish. The handsome stranger didn’t spare you a glance and had walked away, leaving his drink on the counter. He had ignored you.

Great. You had tried your best to not embarrass yourself in front of that pig earlier and now you had, in front of the beautiful stranger instead.

You decide to run after him, as he had walked out of the bar not bothering to continue your conversation, okay so maybe you talked the most but hey! He could've just cut you off.

''Hey! Excuse you.'' You shout, finally gaining his attention which was needed much earlier. You just wanted to explain yourself and this idiot just left.

''Mhm?'' He hums, tilting his head, chewing on what seemed to be a piece of gum. He was so unbothered that not only did it piss you off, but it made him even more attractive.

''What kind of person leaves mid-conversation?'' You ask in disbelief, still in a loud tone to indicate that his behavior had pissed you off.

You expected him to answer you but no. He just scoffed before turning his back to you, disappearing through the dark alley.

Running late was not your forte. It was ridiculous how your car found it hilarious to not start the minute you turned on the engine. You had to act quickly and decide to take the bus nearest you. Not expecting it to run ten minutes late which only made things worse.

Today was a very important day. Amanda had notified you that a new guest was arriving at Fashlance. You mentally cursed the entire route to work, disappointed in yourself for arriving late.

''I'm here!'' you shout, arriving at the main lobby where Amanda was standing with a male, his back turned to you.

Amanda quickly caught your stressed gaze and sighs in relief.

''Thank god Y/N!'' She exclaims, slowly walking over to you. The guest's back still turned, admiring the art piece hanging on the wall.

''Don't freak out! But our guest is very attractive.'' She whispers while hugging you, making it less suspicious that you were talking about him.

You grin while shaking your head.

''Hi! I'm Y/N.'' you introduce yourself to the guest.

He turns and your face immediately freezes.

It can't be-

''You.'' you mutter under your breath, him being able to hear and smirking a bit.

''Min Yoongi. I don't think we've met.'' He greets you, as a stranger, which sets a fire in the pit of your stomach.

You decide to swallow that anger and smile bitterly while shaking his firm hand.

Motherfucker.

Amanda slapped you in the arm, glaring you down with wide eyes. Shit- did you just say that out loud?

''Do you two know each other?'' Amanda blurts, causing you and Yoongi to turn your attention towards her.

''No!''

''Yes!''

Min Yoongi looks at you with confusion written all over his face.

You roll your eyes at his childish act.

''Okay, well we should think of some designs.'' Amanda suggests,  easing the clear tension between Yoongi and you.

You nod not wanting 'whatever the fuck is going on' to continue.

Amanda had already made her way towards the main office, you trail behind her, before a firm grip grabs your wrist, making you turn to see Yoongi with a yet relaxed expression plastered onto his face.

Amanda doesn't notice you and Yoongi and continues strolling towards the office.

When she's out of your gaze, Yoongi decides to speak.

''So, this is where my fake girlfriend works.''

You widen your eyes at his comment. He didn't forget.

''You-'' You whisper yell out of frustration, stopping yourself not wanting to cause a scene in front of your guest. Just stay professional, you kept telling yourself, mostly to remain calm and to act cold instead of bothered. Yet you were stunned because of how calm he suddenly was.

After all, you were at work, and yes, he's the last person you'd want to assist, but you had no choice.

He grins at your speechless response, retrieving his firm grip around your wrist, you don't even bother to wait for him, fleeting towards the office, before you lost your cool with him. This was going to be a long day.

''Ah! There you are.'' Amanda comments, already looking at a few designs you had sprawled around on the table.

The next twenty minutes were spent on trying to find the design Yoongi wanted for his suit. Kim Namjoon, owner of Stigma had eyed his work for some time, and had finally reached out to him, requesting him to showcase his paintings at his art gallery.

Namjoon had then recommended your firm, for his suit design, which he will be wearing for the exhibition.

It was mostly Amanda and Yoongi discussing each design. You just stayed quiet, keeping your anger hidden in a deep cave within you.

You felt a sudden buzz in your pocket, getting a hold of your phone, curious as to who might call you in the middle of the day.

It was your mother. Weird. She never calls, normally not in the middle of the day. Mostly when you already were off work. This seemed to be important.

You excused yourself, walking out of the office before answering.

''Mom?'' You ask out of confusion, maybe it was just a pocket dial.

''Darling! Why didn't you tell me?'' She questions, with a tint of excitement.

''I- Mom what is this about?''

''Your boyfriend!''

The spit from the back of your throat had now become a clump, causing you to suddenly choke.

''Sweetheart! Everything alright?''

You clear your throat before responding to the last thing you had expected to hear from your own mother.

''Where is this coming from?'' Was she dreaming? Did she dream that you had a boyfriend and thought it was real? This must be a joke right?

''Your cousin Marco! His friend saw you at the club, cuddling with a guy, and overheard a conversation about you two being a couple! This is great news. News I'd like to hear from you instead, young lady.''

What are the odds that someone who is in touch with your family is at the same club as you? Yes, absolutely zero. Well maybe like one percent. So why? Why did this have to land on you? Your life was already going down the drain, being single and having your parents poke you on and on about it.

''Mom-'' You start, wanting to explain yourself.

''But I can say that I'm very proud of you. For once, you've finally decided to take upon your father and I's advice.''

It wasn't often that your parents would praise you for something you've done. It felt somewhat comforting. A feeling you'd wish you could hold onto for much longer. But you couldn't. It's worse lying to your parents about a relationship which is very nonexistent, than having them poke at you more than once a week about your love life. You had to continue living with this, until you eventually found someone.

''But-'' You start once again, your mom is much quicker than you, as if she's planned the whole conversation already.

''No buts! I would love to meet the gentleman at your aunt's wedding next week.'' She insists, which caused a nausea to appear at the idea of having to bring someone, who well, isn't really a 'someone'. This was absolute hell. Your mother had always been very stubborn, causing this situation to worsen and your voice having absolutely no role in this whatsoever. As if you were having a strip of duct tape tightly sealed on your lips.

''Mom I don't have a-'' You were so close, yet again your mother was quick to interrupt, a habit she had which was stepping your buttons way too often for you to keep count.

''No excuses. I'll see you next week. Your father is calling me, bye.''

And with that the phone call ended. You froze. Not being able to move as if all your problems had crashed from the ceiling of the office onto you.

You were fucked. Utterly fucked.

''Y/N?'' the voice behind you woke you from your spacing out state.

You turned around being met with Yoongi, his eyes were set directly onto yours. ''You okay?'' The question startled you. Min fucking Yoongi wants to know if you’re okay?

You clear your throat before giving a quick nod, entering the office again.

''There you are!'' Amanda shouts in relief, as if you were gone for 3 hours.

''I'm sorry! My mom called- you know how she is.'' You excuse, not noticing Yoongi staring at you since you've both entered the office.

''Your mom? She called you? At this hour?'' Amanda questions, as if all the information you had put out was never said. You knew she was in shock; she knew your mother would never call you at this time of day and neither for some casual chit chat.

''Yes, yes and yes.'' You mutter, still swallowing the phone call you had.

She hums, not continuing it further, seeing your drowned out state. ''I'm gonna get you something to eat. You look like someone who's about to throw up their 9 am coffee.'' With that, she got up from her seat, speeding out of the office, leaving you alone with Yoongi.

''I'm fucked.'' You curse to yourself, covering your face with your hands, wanting to shut yourself out from the real world. The world where a 'rumor' has started in your family, about you. Fuck- that sound's terrifying, and it is. Very.

''What?''

''I'm fucked, Yoongi,'' you exclaimed once again, pulling the roots from your hair out of frustration.

''Oh- did that rat from the club contact you?'' He grins, clearly joking with you to either cheer you up, or piss you off more than you already are.

You give him a dead glare, him quickly losing his smile. ''Okay, not the time for jokes, got it.'' He murmurs, looking down, showing his regret for whatever kind of joke that was.

''I need your help.'' Was the last sentence you wanted to throw at him.

''Aren't I the one who's supposed to get help?'' He smirks, lifting both his brows, stating his obvious point that yes, he's the one getting help from Amanda and you. But this was a different type of help, unfortunately.

''Just shut up and listen,'' you grew tired. Yoongi's irony, you and your mother's conversation, and now this awful idea which you were hiding from not only Yoongi, but also a big part of yourself. You didn't want this. You needed this.

To your surprise, Yoongi kept himself quiet, eyes fixated on you, indicating that you have his undivided attention.

''I'm gonna need you to pretend to be my boyfriend.'' There it was. That sentence once again.

Yoongi's eyes widened at your request.

''Again?!'' He shouts in confusion. Okay, maybe this actually was a bad idea. But it was the 'only' solution. No, okay, maybe the second-best solution to the whole thing. Of course, the first solution would be to tell your mom that it was all an act, but she never lets you speak.

You take a deep breath before nodding to Yoongi, yes, this was going to happen whether the both of you liked it or not.

''It's once.'' You respond with a sharp tone. You had to win this.

''Where is this coming from? Did the rat track you down?'' He asks, his tone laced with uncertainty. Now supporting his hands onto the table. Your eyes set on his hands for a split second remembering back to the night where you gawked at the sight of them. Now, was not the time-

''I don't even know where to start!'' You exclaim, throwing your hands around in despair. Everything seemed pointless.

''From the beginning.''

You nod, ''A friend of my cousin Marco saw us, that night.'' Yoongi closed his eyes, maybe it was his way of receiving such unpleasant information. He hums, signaling you to continue.

''So, now, my whole family thinks I'm dating you.'' You finish off, well this was just the beginning, but Yoongi needed to swallow that information first before you could allow yourself to proceed.

''Fuck.''

''Yeah- that's just the beginning.''

Yoongi freezes at your words, not knowing where this leads and you can clearly see the discomfort he feels about the whole situation. You wish yourself that this never happened. You should've never pulled that stunt in the first place.

''You- um, might want to sit down for this one.'' You propose, in which he does.

And so, you tell him, from you and your parents' often weird relationship to the conversation about your dating life involving your parents and ending it with the phone call from your mom.

''Wow.''

''Yeah, would be great if you could help me out!'' You pleaded, needing this a lot more than you thought.

''What's in it for me?''

You chuckle, setting your eyes on his, ''An adventure you'll never forget.''

''So cliché.'' He retorts as if he didn't just use a cliché sentence himself. Asshole.

''Please. I'll do anything.'' Now you were almost begging.

''Anything?'' He parrots.

''Anything.''

''Fine. Get on your knees.''

Your eyes widen at his order. Did this man really want head from you to play your fake boyfriend for one fucking weekend? This has to be a joke.

''I'm not sucking your dick Yoongi.'' You blurt out. Yoongi's lips start to tremble — is he really about to cry?

His mouth opens wide and he's laughing. Wow.

His laughter quiets down, ''Just do as I say.''

You carefully get on your knees, a bit far from Yoongi, still skeptical over what he precisely wants from you. You look up, indicating you are ready for new 'orders'. God that sounded wrong.

''Now, beg for it.''

Oh.

''Please, please, please!'' you beg, still down on your knees.

''Please, what?''

''Please be my fake boyfriend again! I can't do this without you Yoongi.'' This had to be enough. You hope.

He sighs before revealing his answer, ''okay.''

You squeal out of happiness, before the door opens and Amanda walks in with a transparent white bag, the smell of fries erupts in the room.

''Why are you on your knees?'' You tilt your head in Amanda's direction, seeing a bewildered Amanda.

''I dropped something! Did you bring Popeyes?''

She nods, as you stand up to look through the bag of fried chicken and fries. You gave her a small kiss to her cheek and thanked her for the gesture.

''Sit.'' you demand, while opening your laptop.

''Why are we here?'' Yoongi asks, noticing the small space you were sitting in.

You had invited Yoongi to come to your local library, as you wanted to clear the air about the whole fake dating thing. It had absolutely stressed you out, the thought of Yoongi certainly not knowing anything about your family. And if you had an actual boyfriend, he had to know every single detail, because you sure as hell ramble a lot about them.

''Do I need to remind you that the wedding is in two days?''

He scoffs, before sitting down in front of you. You turn the computer around showing him your handmade PowerPoint. You came prepared.

The title for the PowerPoint was, 'Everything you need to know about my shitty family,' Yoongi snickered at your ridiculous PowerPoint.

''You're kidding?''

''Shut it.''

First slide was an introduction to your parents, even though you've already made it clear that no, your relationship with your parents has been far from perfect. Ever since you moved out, your mother has given you certain advice, mostly involving men. You were her only child, so it wasn't hard to figure out why she was so uptight about the whole 'dating thing'. You were her one-way ticket for her to become a grandma.

Next is, your aunts and uncles.

''Let's start with Aunt Jennie, she can be a lot.'' You pointed out the slide showing a picture from your 18th birthday, where she had gotten so drunk, she started singing loudly 'Gangnam Style'. Everybody's attention had turned to her when that day should've been all about you.

''She's uh- well a bitch.'' You say in all honesty.

''Oh, do explain,'' Yoongi pressures, seeing your angry and pissed off face at the mention of her.

''You're not gonna believe me.''

''Try me.''

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for a family secret to be revealed. ''She, how do I say this, well, I had a childhood crush, and she fucked his mother.'' You blurt out, Yoongi's eyes growing wide at the confession.

''That, I did not expect.''

You didn't want to go into detail, revealing how uncomfortable the situation made you feel. So, you moved on.

''Next is Aunt Pamela, she's very quiet. Don't expect much from her, but she is very kind. Probably my favorite aunt if I had to choose.'' You had picked a picture from her 30th birthday, where she had received her puppy, now named based on her favorite food. Kimchi.

''Kimchi is adorable!'' You didn't expect Yoongi to be a dog person. Well now you know more about him too.

''Moving on, Aunt Bridget. Let me just say this, stay away from her. That woman was born without a filter and will make you uncomfortable in a milli fucking second.'' You indicate, trying to show how serious you were about it, but all you earned from Yoongi was a stupid grin.

''Ohh, I'm so scared!'' He spoke in a terrified ironic tone. He can't seem to take you seriously, and you were about to lose your patience.

''Min Yoongi. I'm serious!'' You whisper yell, not wanting to cause attention around you, as you were situated in a public library.

He nods his head once or twice, motioning for you to continue. You press onto the keyboard, revealing your uncles.

''This is Uncle Sam and his husband Philip. If I had to give out an award for best couple, it would be to them. They have the best humor, and I would not mind if you spend more time talking to them than me.'' You explain in a cheerful tone. They always had your back no matter what. Always telling you the family gossip and being honest with you. Which made you guys grow closer over the years. Sam was your mother's brother, and he had scolded her once or twice for being so harsh towards you.

“Finally, two decent people.” He comments. You had a shitty family mostly, which is probably why Yoongi was surprised by the sudden compliment you had thrown.

“Ha ha ha. Okay, finally, Uncle Seokjin.” A slide showing a few posters from the k-dramas and movies he starred in. He was the definition of the cool uncle.

“Your Uncle is THE Kim Seokjin?” Yoongi’s doe eyes had become more prominent, indicating he had not expected that. You had no idea that Yoongi was a k-drama fan.

“Y-yeah?”

“Wow, might just date you for real to see more of him.” He throws in the open, making you gulp. Something about him mentioning you two dating for real, sent a few unexpected shivers down your spine. You decided to brush it off, instead throwing a comeback to his confession.

“So, you’d use me as your pawn?” You scoff.

Yoongi can’t help but laugh at your awful comeback.

“If I remember correctly, you’re the one using me as your pawn, instead of coming clean to your family.” A smirk now plastered onto his face, because he was right, and you both knew it.

“Touché.”

You were patiently waiting at the airport for Min Yoongi, or should you say boyfriend? Fake boyfriend? Pawn? No. Okay. Let's just get this over with. You sigh, still not catching a glance of Yoongi. Even after you had told him everything he needed to know, you still felt nervous. It was probably the fact that you're lying to your whole family. But you wanted to prove yourself to them, that you are capable of dating and don't just fuck guys from an app anymore.

You finally caught sight of Yoongi. He was wearing an oversized white tee, tucked into oversized black pants, added with a black cap. He looked good. ''And the adventure begins,'' you spoke first, gaining a grin from Yoongi as you both started walking towards security.

The plane ride was mostly silent, just as you were about to doze off, Yoongi decided to speak. ''Y/N?''

You shift in your seat, turning your face towards Yoongi, seeing a worried expression. You hum a yes, still a bit sleepy.

''We should set some ground rules.''

''Ground rules?'' You question, not knowing what kind of 'rules' should be set. You just have to act like a couple, it can't be that hard.

''Yeah, just like in every cliché fake dating movie, they set rules.'' Yoongi explains to you.

''Ohh- like in 'To all the boys I've loved before'?''

Yoongi nods. You didn't hesitate, asking the red-haired stewardess for a pen and a piece of paper — not long after she returned with it, you thanked her afterwards.

''Seriously?'' Yoongi comments, you are already scribbling 'Ground Rules' onto the piece of paper.

''Okay Min Yoongi, what is the first rule?'' You expect Yoongi to exclude disgusting pet names, or just plainly ask you to never call him something else than Yoongi — but that wasn't exactly the case.

''No kissing.'' He blurts out, his cheeks now a light shade of pink.

''No kissing?! How is my family gonna believe that we're together?'' You whisper yell, annoyed by such a rule. It's not because you wanted to kiss Yoongi — absolutely not. You just didn't want any suspicion to grow onto you and Yoongi this weekend. By not kissing or showing affection, it would be very hard to convince — especially your mother — that you are indeed dating.

''Hey, just not on the lips.'' He defends. Okay, that was at least better than nothing — if Yoongi and yourself just gave each other small pecks on the cheek, it might sell.

''Fine, no kissing on the lips.'' You repeat, writing it down under rule number one. Yoongi smiles in satisfaction.

As soon as you finish writing it down, Yoongi adds yet another rule.

''No matter what happens, after this weekend, the deal is off.'' Yoongi says sternly, as if something was bound to bring you in this situation again. You brush him off, not wanting him to worry.

''Second rule, deal is off after the wedding, no matter what.'' You parrot, while writing it down. Yoongi watched attentively, the pen leaving and submitting itself back onto the paper.

''Anything else?''

''No crazy pet names. I will gag on your shoes if you throw one at me.'' Yoongi threatens. You chuckled, before writing it down under rule number three.

''I knew you would say that.'' Yoongi laughed in the process, yet you knew he was dead serious.

''We should have a safe word.'' Yoongi suggests, you nod in agreement. For a minute, no words were exchanged, Yoongi and you were too focused to think of the perfect safe word.

Deep in your thoughts, the stewardess passed by the both of you, holding a tray with toast and avocado.

Yoongi noticed the tray too, looking at you before blurting, ''Avocado! That should be the safe word.'' You nodded in excitement before writing it down onto the paper.

''Okay, we're definitely ready now.'' You confirmed, Yoongi giving you a small smile.

The hotel was bigger than expected. For a minute you had forgotten how rich Aunt Jennie and her soon to be husband were. Okay, maybe not like 'Crazy Rich Asians' type rich, but definitely a close second.

Yoongi admired the details in the lobby where you two were standing, waiting for someone to assist you.

''I'm so sorry. How may I help you?'' A middle-aged man finally spoke.

''Hi, we're here for the wedding of Jennie Wong.'' you correspond, Yoongi still admiring the lobby ceiling being covered in ancient paintings.

''Name please?''

''Y/N L/N.'' Yoongi trying to hide a smile, now knowing your full name.

''Ah, room 206.'' The man checked you both in, handing you each a key card for your room. You both thank him, grabbing your suitcases, and now walking towards the elevators.

It didn't take long before you were standing in front of room 206, the numbers engraved in gold. You swiped the key card, opened the door, letting Yoongi in after you.

Just as you had closed the door, Yoongi shouted your name.

You don't waste another second, walking towards the bedroom.

''Fuck.'' you let out, seeing only a king-sized bed. How could you forget that your mother, who is quite invested in this 'very real relationship' would of course book a room, with only one bed. Now you felt like you were living in every book who included the 'there's only one bed trope'. You snicker at the comical scene in front of you. Yoongi's ears turn red at the idea of sleeping next to you. To your disadvantage, there wasn't even a couch to save you from this.

''Off to a great start!'' You declare in an ironic tone, placing your suitcase by the window. You started unpacking, not really having anything else to do — the rehearsal dinner first being tomorrow.

You unfolded your two dresses, not wanting them to be wrinkled, when you finally wore them. You turned around, seeing Yoongi place most of the pillows into some sort of barrier between the two sides of the bed. You scoff at his ridiculous act. ''Calm down, I'm not going to throw myself at you.'' You try to defend yourself, although Yoongi doesn't stop. ''Well, you never know what might happen if alcohol is involved.'' He points out, leaving you stunned that he even thinks you can't control yourself because of alcohol.

You don't think for another second when you pull one of the pillows away from Yoongi's grasp.

''Yoongi, for this whole thing to go as planned, you're gonna have to trust me.'' Yoongi's grasp on the pillow slowly softened. You took it as a sign that he gave you right. Almost sighing gracefully, Yoongi's grasp yet again tightened, you falling over onto the bed, landing face flat onto the sheets. ''Ow!''

''The barrier stays.'' Yoongi insists.

You lift yourself up from the covers, seeing a stable Yoongi, not daring to move.

You grunt in annoyance, your one arm swings, catching onto the pillow. ''Yoongi. Let go of the pillow.'' You demand.

Yoongi shakes his head, yanking the pillow towards himself, almost causing you to fall once again. ''Yoongi!'' You scream, still holding onto the pillow for dear life. He still doesn't bother, causing the both of you to yank the pillow back and forth, until one of you decides to give up.

And that isn't exactly what happens, instead the pillow rips into two, the feathers spreading all over the bed. You sigh in defeat, finally letting go.

''Okay, okay! Fine. The barrier stays.'' You exclaim, Yoongi cheering at the victory. ''Now clean this mess up.'' You add, before going to the bathroom to take a warm bath.

Yoongi grunts in annoyance, instantly regretting pulling the pillow too hard.

The night ends on a somewhat positive note. Still, as you laid in your shared bed, you could feel one or two feathers, which itched you throughout your sleep — you mentally threw a tantrum to Yoongi in your head, before finally drifting off to sleep.

You woke up to the sun shining in through the window, blinding your eyes as you slowly opened them — now rubbing them to finally adjust to the light. You turn to see a sleepy Yoongi, mouth a bit agape, small snores escaping his lips in the process. You smiled at the sight, stretching right after, letting out a small moan from the pleasure of your morning stretch, hitting you just right. Yoongi doesn't notice the small moan escaping your lips — thank god.

You don't wake up Yoongi, letting him sleep in while you get ready. As you brush your teeth in the mirror, it clicks for you that today you're gonna have to push through all your family members. Every. Single. One. Of. Them.

You lightly slapped both of your cheeks, hyping yourself in the mirror. ''Y/N, you got this. No one is going to suspect a thing.'' You kept reassuring yourself. You pulled yourself out of the bathroom, seeing Yoongi trying to comb his messy morning hair with his fingers.

''Morning.'' you spoke, Yoongi turning his head towards you, repeating your words.

You check your phone, once you've sat back down on your shared bed.

mom remember, rehearsal dinner at 5:30 p.m. [11:56 AM]

You don't bother answering, instead turning your head to tell Yoongi the information from your mother's text.

''The rehearsal dinner is-'' you pause, noticing the prominent bulge through Yoongi's boxers, as he stands to stretch his arms. Morning wood. Shit — don't look Y/N. You try your best to not look down at his boxers, making you look confused as your gaze searched everything else in the room than him, ''-it's... at 5:30.'' You finally finish, your gaze still trying to regain onto everything but Yoongi's boner.

Yoongi acted way to chill for your liking, did he know you could see his boner? Did he want you to see his boner? Okay, no. That's crazy. He's the one who came up with the no kissing rule and the barrier in the bed, so for him to want you to see his boner, would not make sense. You got so lost in your thoughts, that you didn't notice how Yoongi had left the room to get himself ready.

You face palmed yourself, letting your brain even reach the idea of Yoongi wanting you sexually — you didn't want him sexually so why even bother thinking that?

Up until the rehearsal dinner, you decided to start the crime novel you had brought from home, if ever you needed to pass time — or to stop yourself from thinking about the fact you've seen Yoongi's boner.

Ah yes, the rehearsal dinner.

Yoongi and you finally reached the main floor, your hands now clammy the closer you reached the doors, leading to the room or more so the arena where the wedding would be held. Yoongi must have noticed your sudden nervousness, his hand reaching down to yours, squeezing it lightly to reassure you. The gesture itself was sweet, but your mind was too occupied with what might happen as soon as you walked through those doors.

''Relax. It's gonna be okay.'' Now Yoongi was trying to reassure you with words, yet you remained the opposite of calm. You tried to recollect your hyped-up words to yourself, you've got this.

''Okay, let's go.''

And with that you both entered the dining arena, the first person that caught your eye was your mother. She quickly notices you, making you gulp from nervousness. ''Y/N! You came.'' She excitedly spoke to you, while Yoongi's hand was still intertwined with yours. You gave her a small peck to the cheek, her returning back to where she stood, getting a good look at Min Yoongi, your fake boyfriend for the rest of this weekend — you had to remind yourself.

''So, you're the fine gentleman my daughter has been hiding from me.'' She comments, side eyeing you in the process to scold you for it, without Yoongi having to notice.

''I'm Yoongi. Nice to meet you.'' Giving her a small smile, to show politeness and kindness as well.

''Honey! Come meet Yoongi.'' Your mother called out to your dad, a glass of champagne in his hand, talking with what seemed to be Aunt Bridget.

He excuses himself, walking over to greet Yoongi and you. ‘’Hi, I’m the dad.’’ He introduces in a silly tone, maybe to ease the clear tension between your mother and you. It doesn’t work that well, not until Yoongi cracks a light joke about the tables being ‘too’ round, you didn’t really hear as much, your mind being anywhere but at this rehearsal dinner.

Yoongi took quick notice of your behavior, squeezing your hand occasionally to make sure you’re here. You always brushed him off with a smile, not wanting to go into detail about how much your mother’s behavior affects you.

‘’Oh! I think Aunt Bridget would like to speak with the both of you, go on.’’ Your mother spoke, lightly giving you a push on your back, encouraging you.

When you reached Aunt Bridget, Yoongi side eyes you, knowing she is that one person you should stay the fuck away from.

''Y/N, how good to see you again!'' And now the official show begins. You put on a smile, pressing onto Yoongi's arm for more support.

''How are you?'' You decided to ask first, trying your best for Aunt Bridget to keep talking about herself, so she wouldn't throw an uncomfortable comment at you or even worse Yoongi.

She couldn't help but laugh, as if your question was said by a comedian at a stand up show.

''No, how are you my dear?'' Aunt Bridget, was of course smart about this, turning the conversation towards you. She wiggled her eyebrows when she caught onto Yoongi, with a half crooked smile not knowing what to say, as your words from earlier this week had gotten to his head.

You fake a smile, wanting this to end as quickly as it could, in reality that was 2 hours and 3 minutes from now; but you weren't counting.

''I'm fine, this is Yoongi, my boyfriend.'' The word boyfriend came out a bit too natural for your liking, you only took it as a good sign. It showed you were warming up to Yoongi and this whole fucked up plan you cooked up in your brain.

Aunt Bridget's eyes slowly moved from Yoongi's face to his feet, but shortly stopping at his crotch. You refrain yourself from letting out a loud sigh at her behavior; knowing this was indeed not new.

''Yoongi was it?'' Aunt Bridget let out, letting her hand roam on his arm, Yoongi only threw you a side eye, internally panicking over her behavior. You wanted to let out a laugh, especially since Yoongi didn't take your words seriously when you told him about Aunt Bridget.

''How good is it?'' She turned to you, with a smirk on her face. You knew what she indicated and Yoongi's sudden laugh quickly turned to a cough to cover up the fact that you were indeed embarrassed.

''Aunt Bridget! How much champagne did you drink?'' Quickly saving the both of you from more embarrassment, she only scoffs in response, looking down at her glass merely filled, eyes full of guilt.

You quickly apologize, taking Yoongi by the hand leading the both of you elsewhere. ''I'm so sorry about that-''

''No, don't be. You warned me. I just didn't think it would be that bad.''

Normally, you would say the classic 'told you so' but seeing how uncomfortable Yoongi was because of Aunt Bridget, you held yourself back.

''Oh, there's Aunt Pamela.'' Hastily you changed the subject, catching onto Aunt Pamela sitting by her table, not chatting with anyone.

While walking towards her, Yoongi's hand squeezed yours a little tighter for a second, as if he was afraid you would let go. You didn't dwell on the thought for too long, focusing on your Aunt in front of you.

''Y/N, my beautiful niece! How are you?'' Her eyes, smiling towards you as well as her pearly white teeth.

''I'm doing great! I want you to meet my boyfriend, Yoongi.'' Yoongi stepped forward, shaking her hand lightly with a bright gummy smile.

''Oh my! What a fine gentleman.'' Adding a grin, seeing Yoongi blush at her comment to his appearance.

''I've heard you have a dog named Kimchi!'' Yoongi excitedly mentions, remembering your PowerPoint, which made you smile at the thought.

You've never seen Aunt Pamela talk as much as she just did with Yoongi, them talking from Kimchi to art in a millisecond.

''Y/N, you've hit the jackpot.''

''I really did.'' You look up, being met with Yoongi's eyes already set on yours. It was a short moment of eye contact, but the longest you've had, noticing how brown his eyes were and the length of his eyelashes.

''Seokjin! I was wondering where you'd go.'' That made Yoongi immediately turn his head, seeing the one and only Kim Seokjin standing next to Aunt Pamela.

''I couldn't find the bathroom, have you seen the size of this hotel? It's like the Maze Runner.''

Yoongi grinned at Seokjin's joke, his eyes filled with hearts. Okay, yes he freaked out when you told him you were in family with Kim Seokjin; you just didn't peg him for a big fan.

''I'm glad my joke is appreciated. Kim Seokjin, it's my pleasure.'' Reaching his hand towards Yoongi's, giving him a firm handshake. Yoongi's mouth was agape, still processing when he touched Kim Seokjin's hand.

''Min Yoongi. It's an honor.'' You had never seen this day coming; Min Yoongi fangirling hard over your uncle.

''I'm sensing you're a fan of my work.'' Seokjin chuckling over Yoongi wildly nodding his head.

Yoongi starts rambling about every k-drama your uncle was in. Seokjin grinning, amazed how Yoongi remembered by heart every k-drama he starred in.

''At least someone is a fan.'' Seokjin's side glaring at you, to showcase that you'd want to get on Yoongi's level if you wanted to meet the hot k-drama actors.

The rehearsal dinner turns out better than expected. Yoongi and you were seated next to Aunt Pamela and Seokjin, grinning over Aunt Bridget's drunken state, her mumbling far too much TMI information to the whole family.

''Yoongi, what do you do for work?'' Seokjin asks, casually sipping on his white wine, being disgusted by the sweet champagne which Aunt Bridget seemed to like a bit much.

''I'm an artist, well a painter.'' He corrects himself, to be more precise.

''Impressive!'' Seokjin adds, raising both brows in the process.

''I'm having an exhibition next month, you should come!'' Yoongi spoke too quickly. In a month, your deal would be done for good and having Seokjin come to it would be difficult having to either explain a complete disaster of a story or just stretch out the deal for one more evening.

''I'll make sure to be there.''

Yoongi nervously chuckled, sensing your glare next to him. Giving you a 'I panicked, okay?' look, making you roll your eyes.

''Pumpkin is such a good artist.'' You were bitter, Yoongi had just broken one of his own rules so he needed a taste of his own medicine; cringe pet names is the way to go.

Yoongi choked on his rosé, when the nickname reached his ears.

''But nothing beats your designs, Muffin.'' Now Yoongi's hand landed on your thigh, giving it a firm grip which made you lightly gasp. He was too good at this.

''Stop it Poopsie! We've been over this.'' You rolled your eyes, seeing Pamela and Seokjin awkwardly chuckle at your act.

Yoongi fake grinned, leaning towards your ear, ''If you call me one more pet name, I'm taking the first flight home.'' You gulped, it was a clear threat and knowing you overstepped did give you a sense of victory over this little war, but now Yoongi warned you and you immediately stopped the silly act.

As the rehearsal dinner reached its end, Yoongi got more exhausted than he intended, wanting nothing more than a warm shower before bed.

''Hey, I'm gonna go take a shower. You can stay if you want.'' He whispers casually, while you were sitting with Seokjin chatting over his latest drama. You nod, before he disappears through the big entrance.

You continue your conversation with Seokjin. Him telling you all about his female co-star Park Min-young. They apparently had to film a love scene, the boom operator accidentally dropping the boom stick on Seokjin's head, making him fall flat onto Park Min-young. He processed to show you the deleted scene, you laughing till tears started forming.

''Y/N.'' Your laughter quickly dimmed, seeing your mother in a very stressed state. What does she want now?

''Take Aunt Bridget to her room. She's too drunk.'' Your mother ordered. You caught a glimpse of Aunt Bridget trying to force Aunt Jennie to take a sip of her champagne, Aunt Jennie quickly refusing with a red covered face.

You excuse Seokjin for having to leave, him nodding and smiling in understanding.

''Aunt Bridget! Let me take you to your room.'' She quickly agrees, locking herself to you, stumbling a bit on the way out. Aunt Jennie mumbles a low thank you to you, seeing as if Aunt Bridget had been a huge embarrassment for everyone.

''So how good was that champagne?'' You snicker at your own joke, seeing Aunt Bridget mimic your sentence in a high pitch tone with a lot of blurted words. Thankfully, the elevator was quick and you were already walking towards her room.

Her room was right next to yours, 206. The familiar letters engraved in the door in gold details. Aunt Bridget doesn't hesitate before trying to open, not even bothering to detect her room key. You decide to help, rummaging through her green velour handbag. You instantly lose all your patience, walking towards your room before you go back down to the rehearsal dinner and look for the lost room key.

So, the next best thing to do is take her to your room. You had forgotten all about Yoongi taking a shower and leaving earlier — until now. 

Aunt Bridget was the first one to catch sight of a naked Yoongi once you opened the door for the both of you. Her being already drunk off her mind, didn’t exactly help the awkward encounter. 

‘’Oh, so it is good.’’ A smirk grew on her face, after she’d caught sight of Yoongi’s dick. Yoongi looked like a deer caught in headlights, quickly covering his private area with his hands. You smacked Aunt Bridget’s shoulder, still stunned from catching a glimpse of it. 

‘’I couldn’t find the towels.’’ He explained, while you covered Aunt Bridget’s sight with your hand. You pointed in the direction of the towels, almost catching a sight of his butt when he slightly turned to reach for the drawers with towels. Until he found a towel, you remained with your eyes set on the ceiling. 

‘’Okay, all clear.’’ 

Aunt Bridget removed your hand, slurring mostly her words, ‘’I can’t believe you found a man with a good face and a long di-’’ 

‘’I think that’s enough!’’ You cut her off, not wanting her to say such a thing in front of Yoongi who’s probably still very embarrassed over not only you but your Aunt as well seeing him naked. 

To your luck, Seokjin had found Aunt Bridget’s key card, helping her quickly to her room. It left an awkward tension between Yoongi and you, and for the first time you were glad that the pillow barrier was between you. 

You were laying in silence, the only sound in the room being the AC and your breathing. You wanted to say something, anything. But you didn’t and it resolved into a night with almost no sleep and awkward silence. 

Thankfully it was the wedding today, which meant one more day of this fake dating and you’d both be out of your merry way. The morning was as awkward as expected, only a good morning being exchanged between you. It was all quiet until Yoongi suddenly threw a tantrum. 

‘’Of course! Of course I forget a second suit!’’ He exclaims and you feel as if he’s talking to himself and not you – due to it still being awkward between the both of you. It’s first when Yoongi sits down and turns to you, his gaze begging for help that you speak up.

‘’Maybe Uncle Seokjin can borrow you a suit! Last I remember he overpacked three too many.’’ You had accidentally overheard Aunt Jennie gossiping to her soon-to-be husband about Kim Seokjin’s tendency of overpacking. He might just be the only solution for Yoongi's suit emergency. 

Yoongi looks at you blankly, his eyes blinking way too much, not knowing if you’re serious or not. 

‘’I’ll be back.’’ With that you walked out of your shared room and directly to Seokjin’s. Seokjin’s room wasn’t far away, just longer down the hall and you were surprised to see that Seokjin wasn’t standing alone. Aunt Jennie was there as well. 

‘’Ah, my favorite niece!’’ Seokjin caressed your back, seeing your uncomfortable state near Aunt Jennie. She looked stressed and it seemed she tried to find support through Seokjin. 

‘’Seokjin? Do you have a suit for Yoongi, he apparently forgot his second suit back home.’’ You explained and Aunt Jennie only looked down to her feet, trying not to laugh. You ignored her for now, not wanting to cause a bicker for nothing. It was her wedding day after all. 

‘’Of course! I’ll drop by your room in a minute.’’ You thanked him before returning to your room. Yoongi was reading your crime novel and seemed more invested than you’d imagine, him reading a crime novel was the last thing you imagined happening on this trip; yet again you don’t really know much about him. 

‘’Do you like it so far?’’ Yoongi swiftly turns his head up, his brown hair covering a bit of his eyes and he only shakes it, closing the book in an instant. ‘’I’ve already read it.’’ 

‘’You like crime novels?’’ 

‘’I would rather say love than like.’’ You only hum in surprise not expecting Yoongi to love crime novels as much as you do. 

‘’Oh! Seokjin will drop by with his suits.’’ That makes Yoongi finally relax as his shoulders slump and he finally exhales a long awaited sigh of relief. 

After a few time passing conversations, a knock is heard and it reveals Seokjin, standing with as said three suits too much. Yoongi becomes nervous whenever Seokjin is in his presence – his inner fanboy is screaming right now. 

‘’All right Yoongi. Strip.’’ Seokjin lays out the suit on the bed and Yoongi looks at you worried, while slowly unzipping his pants. He obeyed Seokjin too fast and you instantly got sent back to the night where you caught onto the sight of Yoongi wet and naked – with Aunt Bridget being drunk out of her mind. 

‘’I’m– I’m gonna go get ready in the bathroom! I’ll leave you to it.’’ You only heard a soft mumbled ‘okay’ from Seokjin before you grabbed your dress and scurried hurriedly to the bathroom. Your heart was pounding – quicker than it should. You were just scared for the actual wedding; not anything else at all. Your thoughts drifted off as soon as the warm water made contact with your skin. 

‘’You look great!’’ You heard Seokjin shout out of excitement, right after you were done getting ready. Unlocking the door you almost choked at the sight. Yoongi was wearing a classic black suit, his brown hair slightly parted. He looked good, like, really fucking good. You had maybe noticed for a bit too long, Seokjin laughing at your gawking expression towards your fake boyfriend. 

‘’You’re gonna have to wait till later to jump his bones, not now.’’ It was a lame joke by Seokjin and normally you would laugh but hearing Seokjin throwing a comment about you having sex with Yoongi, sent a rush to your heat and your cheeks grew hot. Yoongi on the other hand, laughed lightly at Seokjin’s joke, thanking him once again for the suit, all while you were focusing on not to drool over Yoongi in a black suit. Focus Y/N, just focus. 

Seokjin left the room not long after, sending a wink your way which you turned down with a slap to his shoulder making him grin before being out of sight. 

‘’Can’t believe I’m wearing Kim Seokjin’s suit! Pinch me, I think I’m dreaming.’’ You rolled your eyes, pinching him in the arm making Yoongi wince yet smile knowing he was indeed not dreaming. 

‘’You ready to go?’’ He nods in approval and you both step out, walking towards the wedding ceremony. 

It was more crowded, seeming as if over a hundred people were invited, excluding you and Yoongi. To make sure you wouldn’t lose sight of one another, you held onto him firmly, his cheeks turning pink and you figured it was probably because of the heat in the room; although the AC was on full blast. 

‘’You look great Yoongi.’’ You turn, seeing he’s already looking at you. ‘’Thank you. You look beautiful.’’ His eyes roam your body, taking in the sight of you in a beautiful dress. You thank him and that’s when you see it, a tiny little sparkle in the corner of Yoongi’s right eye. You keep looking at it, being too mesmerized by it until you’re interrupted by your cousin, Marco. 

‘’Oh wow.’’ He comments, making you turn quickly and lose sight of Yoongi’s sparkling eyes. 

‘’Marco!’’ You remove yourself from Yoongi’s embrace, hugging Marco tightly knowing you haven’t seen him for over a year; due to him getting married himself and now awaiting a child. 

‘’Wow! You look great!’’ He notices your dress and you smile at the compliment. 

‘’This is Yoongi, my boyfriend.’’ You move aside as Yoongi and Marco share a firm handshake, both smiling gently towards each other. 

‘’Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N’s cousin, Marco. But you already knew that.’’ He smirks, knowing you too well. 

‘’I’m gonna have to say it. You two complement each other really well.’’ 

You take a hold of Yoongi’s hand in yours; to play along, ‘’We sure do.’’ You agree, smiling towards Yoongi who’s blushing – wow, he can really act well. 

‘’Seems like the ceremony is about to start, I’ll catch you at the bar later.’’ With a received nod from you, Marco is slowly disappearing between the big crowd in the hotel arena. You and Yoongi find your seats not long after, the violins begin to play and the wedding ceremony is officially in motion. 

Everything was beautiful, the dress Aunt Jennie wore, their vows to each other and mostly the details decorating the arena, mostly white and sage green colors. 

‘’Drink?’’ Yoongi asks beside you, when people are starting to move towards the tables to eat. You nod, taking his hand in yours; liking the warm feeling it gave you against your own palm. At the bar you catch onto the sight of your two favorite uncles, Sam and Philip. They wave excitedly at you and Yoongi is quick to notice your favorite uncles. You embrace them together, them hugging you firmly and Yoongi stands with a small distance, admiring the interaction, seeing you shine brightly by being in the presence of Philip and Sam. 

‘’Who’s this gentleman? He’s cute!’’ Phillip whispers in your ear and you laugh lightly while removing yourself. 

‘’This is Yoongi,’’ you pause, looking at him before continuing, ‘’my boyfriend.’’ Somehow your smile grew at the words and so did Yoongi’s. You were doing much better than expected at this fake dating act, you took a mental note to tell Yoongi later. 

‘’I’ve heard great things about you from Y/N. You guys mean a lot to her.’’ Yoongi tells naturally to Philip and Sam who seem in awe of this information, as well as yourself. Yoongi shakes both of their hands and they seem delighted to stand with him. 

‘’Y/N means a lot to us as well, which means you better not break her heart. If you do…’’ Philip starts off, Yoongi immediately feeling threatened by the change of tone in Philip’s words, but Sam finishes off, ‘’Just don’t.’’ With a pleasant smile, yet bitter to send a threatening warning. It doesn’t surprise you for your uncles to be overprotective. They know how hard it’s been for you in this family, especially your relationship with your mother, who’s always been troubling and difficult to handle on your own. She was your first heartbreak. Which does explain you not being able to date someone seriously, afraid of the hurt if they do decide to leave you. 

Yoongi only chuckles dryly, not knowing what to say, knowing the deal will be off after the wedding. The closer Yoongi has gotten to your family, the worse it gets. He's clicked with all your family members, especially Seokjin and Pamela. So for it to end so suddenly after, sends an unwanted rush and you immediately lose your smile. You’ve become anxious again. How do you break the news to them? Will they be disappointed in you? Will your mother step you down – more than she already has? 

‘’Hey. You okay?’’ Yoongi hands you your drink, noticing the smile from your face fade so quickly. You nod, drinking your drink in one go. Sam and Phillip look worriedly at you, asking you if you were okay once again. 

‘’I’m fine! Seriously, I’m okay.’’ You grunt in annoyance of them asking. You didn’t like bringing attention to yourself – even though they only asked because they care. 

‘’Let’s dance.’’ You don’t think for long, taking Yoongi by the hand leading him to the dance floor. Couples are dancing to the slow song playing in the background, you notice it, it’s one of your favorites, Pluto Projector. The version was slowed, making it soothe under your skin and create a slow ambiance on the dance floor. 

You saw Aunt Jennie and her husband dancing, with admiration in both their eyes, full of love. Your heart fluttered at the sight, although it sank right after, seeing this might never be you. Someone falling in love with you, your true self, it was… hard to believe. It was reality. You were never more than a one night stand, a fuck buddy –  if lucky. You were nothing – except the body you carry. You don’t know where all these thoughts came from, it was probably because of the song and the fact that this lie you brought upon yourself was slowly eating you up by the minute. 

‘’Hey, I know I already asked but are you sure you’re okay?’’ Yoongi was worried, anyone could see that. He saw how empty you suddenly looked, all the fun in you had disappeared and he was now met with someone who wasn’t you. Not the Y/N he’s been spending so much time with, laughing, bickering over stupid pillows. No, this was different. As if you realized a lot of things and it all came crashing down unto you. 

‘’I– I don’t know.’’ You wrap your arms around Yoongi’s neck, both of you swaying slowly to the song in the background. 

‘’Tell me.’’ 

‘’I’m sorry.’’ 

Yoongi pulls you closer, noticing the watery sparkles in your eyes. You look away, trying to push back your tears, not wanting attention to gain upon you and especially not from your mother. 

‘’Y/N, why are you sorry?’’ 

‘’For bringing you into this mess. I’m sorry Yoongi.’’ 

‘’Hey, hey it’s not all your fault. I agreed to this remember?’’ Yoongi tries to remind you of when the deal first started. He didn’t only agree because you semi-pressured him. He could see how much you needed help and some part of him just couldn’t help but say yes. 

‘’Y-yeah.’’ You look up now meeting his brown eyes, the sparkle reappearing. It made you want to look forever into Yoongi’s eyes, never seeing yourself grow tired of that beautiful sparkle that filled them. 

As the song continues on playing, Yoongi and you find yourselves moving closer to each other. Noses almost touching and his lips so close to yours. Yoongi leans in a bit closer, your lips slightly brush and that makes you pull away slowly. 

‘’Thank you for everything. Your acting is really good, I’m surprised.’’ 

Yoongi tightly smiles, ‘’It’s- it’s no problem.’’ 

Yoongi’s expression made you shiver out of discomfort. He looked hurt and embarrassed. Shouldn’t he feel relieved that you didn’t break one of his rules? He was clear on the no-kissing-rule, so it only surprised you when Yoongi excused himself and left you alone on the dance floor, your heart slowly sinking as he walked out of your view. 

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[part 2 is DONE]

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Love, War, and Other Broken Things Masterlist

Yandere Mafia! AU

A/N: Here it is!! Ahh this took way longer to put together than I intended, my bad!! We had a tie for the final survey so I ended up choosing this wonderful title: credit to my sweet 🦋 for thinking of this title and I hope you all enjoy the installments of this series

Pairings: Each member will have it's own fic x reader

Warnings: Yandere behavior, mafia au, violence, toxic relationship, unhealthy relationship, see respective fics for specified warnings

Note: In no way am I trying to romanticize toxic traits and unhealthy relationships nor glorify organized crime/the mafia. Let it be known, these are unhealthy relationships that would not be able to function outside of a fictional realm. These are not relationships to strive for but merely fictional pieces to read and enjoy as dark romance. I also want to note that I do not believe BTS acts anything like this it is an AU and most importantly, a fictional piece. The linked main stories are marked (M) for 18+(although my whole blog is 18+ anyway) due to sexual/mature content, but please read the warnings of each fic as they could contain triggering content. Please put yourself and your well being above my writing

Another note: I did put the MC’s monikers that I use when they appear in other stories or drabbles to make it easier to tell each reader apart without having to only put [BTS Member’s] girlfriend

Summary: The world is now built on the bodies of those once strong enough to hold the rest of it down, below the surface. Anyone with two eyes can see that something has been shaking the world from the underground for a long time now. As the lines between organized crime and law and order blur, seven sets of hands are pulling the strings of modern-day society. The war was over before the common people even knew about it.

This is no traditional monarchy and yet, seven men sit on their proverbial thrones, looking down at their empire, kings of the modern world. However, as their power grows, bolstering them up further, widening their scope of rule, isolation takes a hold of their hearts. Loneliness turns into desperation for the warmth of another, and that desperation turns into obsession.

For what is a king without a queen? The men are meticulous rulers and even more meticulous of lovers. Once they set their sights on their true love, there will not be anything or anyone to stop them from claiming what they have deemed as theirs for themselves.

Seven women will each find themselves in the embrace of one King, the ultimate resource for survival, and the indispensable necessity for survival in a world that only favors its rulers.

For what is a queen without her own kind power within the shackles of mutual love?

Kim Namjoon

Silhouetted Bonds (M)

Drabbles:

Penumbric Commitments (M)

Jeon Jungkook

Truth and Lies Are Found in Kaleidoscopes (M)

Jung Hoseok

Weekend Ebb and Afterglow (M)

Kim Seokjin

Min Yoongi

Park Jimin

Kim Taehyung

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The Dark Prince pt.4 | JJK

𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Prince!Jungkook X Caretaker! freader

𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: Yandere themes, Royalty!au, Curse!au, Smut, Angst, 6.3k

𝔖𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: His family name cursed, Jungkook is doomed to live his life in the furthest tower of the castle, alone and abandoned. You are charged with serving his highness with any need he may have, no matter the demand.

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: 18 +M smut, mentions of deceit and lies, pining, dirty talk, some tiny bits of fluff, teasing, obsessive!jungkook, needy jungkook, whiny jungkook, brat jungkook, manipulative jungkook, switch reader, self masturbation, mentions of sleep remedies, a shy mess Jungkook, aggressive kissing, virgin!jungkook, touching cum/tasting cum/swallowing cum, oral sex, gagging, inexperienced jungkook, premature ejaculation, jungkook is a dirty boy with cum stained pants, praise kink, mentions of corruption, mutual masturbation, mentions of curses, mentions of deception, mentions on anger and abandonment, mentions of disdain

𝙖/𝙣: Banner by the talented queen @googikoo 

pt.1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3 - pt. 4 - pt. 5 - pt. 6 - pt. 7 - Final

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