For You | Yoongi

For You | yoongi

➭ summary: Yoongi is the son of a big business man and is now the CEO of the million dollar company so naturally he grew up distant and stern. But suddenly, his attitude changes when he meets you, a local kind hearted stripper that catches his curiosity. He finds himself lost in your smile and warm spirit, despite him being the opposite. But he’s willing to let down his walls you for..

➭genre: oneshot, strangers to lovers, stripper reader, slowburn-ish, fluff

➭warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of violence & blood, tsundere-ish tbh, didnt check the spelling, yoongi is stalker-ish but that’s ok, daddy issues

➭note: don’t ask me why this takes place in winter💀 senior year of high school + writers block + I’m lazy. i like half of this and i hate half of this. omg yoongi going to the military I’m gonna cry & throw a fit

Yoongi put his cold hands in his pockets, small snowflakes falling from the sky as he stepped out of the dirty and vulgar parking lot. He ignored all of the horny thugs who were making out with hookers outside as he headed to the dimly lit building.

SEASAW

The word was lit on top of the building and for some unknown reason, Yoongi had been drawn to it for weeks. He knew there were better clubs than this one, and he’d most likely be seen and on some headline by the time he stepped in the door but tonight, he didn’t care.

His mind went back to the fight he had with his dad on the phone as he stepped through the door, some terribly made whiskey in mind.

A breeze washed over him as the door closed with a loud thud, it was at least a little warmer than the cold air outside. Yoongi glanced around taking in the symphony of multicolored lights illuminated the air, casting a vibrant palette across the dance floor. The room throbbed with an infectious energy, resonating with the beat of the music that reverberated through every corner.

Soon, his eyes found the bar, a couple of nicely dressed men sat at the stools. Without another thought, Yoongi strutted to a seat, leaving an empty space to separate himself and another man.

“Whiskey.” He said in a deep raspy voice despite how the woman working was already in the middle of making another drink.

“Yoongi!” A older sounding man suddenly called out of him, making his head turn to the man on the stool next to him. He recognized the man as one of his dad’s friend.

Perfect. He scoffed to himself, hoping his drink would came faster.

“Now what are you doing in a bar like this?” The man asked with a scratchy laugh, hitting his shoulder.

Yoongi tried to let out a small chuckle that ends up sounding dry. “Same as you.” He spoke, turning back to the bar when he hears the bartender loudly slam his drink on the counter.

He goes to take a large swig as the old man continues to chat and laugh with him, his reeking odor hitting his face as he turns to look back at him.

Behind the old man, Yoongi notices the dance floor. Bodies moved in sync with the rhythm, twisting and gyrating, surrendering themselves to the intoxicating melodies. But one soul figure seemed to catch everyone’s attention on stage.

Slowly, he started to tune out the annoying old man the more closely he watched. But unlike the other men in the bar, he watched with curiosity rather than lust. Your movements were elegant and graceful, your tight crop top and glittery skirt making every sway of your body seen.

Your hands played in your hair and caressed your body as your body moved, painting a mysterious story about you with help of the music. Your eyes closed and a bright warm smile on your face as if no one else was there.

Despite dancing in a shabby club probably to make ends meet, you were dancing as if this was your long time dream.

“Her?” The old man’s itchy voice suddenly came back to him, pointing to you on the stage. “That’s Y/N. She’s kinda a favorite here.” He said and this made Yoongi even more intrigued.

“Has she worked here long?” Yoongi asked glancing back at the old man as he nodded. “Almost a full year.” He said and everyone clapped and whistled as you suddenly came down from the stage with a warm smile.

Yoongi just hummed before quickly finishing his drink before paying the bartender and leaving, deciding to dismiss the thought of talking to you.

But at weird hours of the day Yoongi would think about you, so every time he happened to pass the club he went in and watched you perform.

This happened for weeks. He never said a word to you, he never went further than the bar. Until one day when you had stepped off the stage, looking cheerful as usual, only to be met with two men meeting you half way.

Yoongi watched, his blood starting to boil as the man surrounded you, complimenting you and touching your hair. It didn’t take them long before they got more physical, grabbing your arm to stop you from walking away as they started to trail closer to you so that their body touched yours.

Yoongi can see the panic and fear settle in your face before his vision was blocked by the taller men.

Without thinking, Yoongi practically sprung up from the stool, furious as he made his way over to where the men had circled you.

“Move.” He said, his voice deep and hoarse as the two men slowly turned around to face Yoongi.

“Mind your business, hot shot.” One man spoke, obviously trying to spook Yoongi which only wanted to make him laugh.

“I’m not going to waste my breath telling you again.” Yoongi said simply, remaining calm as he watched the two turn irritated.

“You wanna get jumped punk?” The man said, raising his voice as he stepped closer to Yoongi.

Instantly and without warning, Yoongi’s right arm swung in the air. His already clenched knuckles that were in his coat pocket suddenly flew out and connected to the guys face, all of his pent up angry unleashing.

Before anyone can react, he punched him a second time, this one making him stumble to the ground with a yell of pain.

The other man quickly backed away with his hands in the air, “I don’t even know that guy.” The man claimed before quickly rushing off.

Yoongi looked up from the ground where the other man was laid, his nose now bleeding heavily as Yoongi stepped over the body, ignoring his groans when he did so.

“You alright?” Yoongi spoke, his expression softening as he meets your eyes. His eyes glazed around your face as he inspected you, trying not to get lost in your gorgeous and unique features as he looked for any sign that they had touched you.

“I’m fine.” You muttered back, out of breath from shock as you looked at the man on the group and then up at him with wide eyes.

“Thank you.” You say with a polite bow, taking a moment to collect yourself before a small smile appears on your face.

“What?” Yoongi asked, curious on why you were suddenly smiling and chuckling despite everything.

“Well, I was wondering when you were going to come talk to me.” You say with a teasing smile only making Yoongi more confused. As if reading his expression you chuckle. “You think I haven’t noticed you always coming in here and watching me?”

Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek, shrugging lightly as he looked away. “I don’t care if you noticed or not.” He spoke in a defensive tone, harsher than intended. He saw the smile on your face drop slightly in disappointment and he bit the inside of his cheek harder out of frustration. He didn’t want to be responsible for a frown on your face when you always wore a smile.

Wordlessly, Yoongi took out his wallet, taking out three hundred dollar bills and holding his hand out for her to take.

Your eyes widen in shock, chuckling nervously as you shake your head, denying it. “Why..?” You start to question, getting a little suspicious.

“For the inconvenience, and all the dances I’ve watched without tipping.” Yoongi states with a serious expression, trying to cover up any other intentions he might of had.

“You just have that much on you at all times? That’s risky.” You respond, still hesitant to take the money. Yoongi lets a smile crack at the irony, “I’ve been watching you for weeks and that’s what your worried about?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Do you want a favor in return or something?” You ask him, still skeptical as Yoongi rolls his eyes. “I guess we’ll never know if you don’t take the money.”

With a sigh, he watches as you slowly take the money out of his hands and put it in your pocket. “Thank you.” You mumble as he turns around and heads for the door. “Wait!” You call for him in confusion, putting a hand on his shoulder to stop him as he turns around slightly.

“What’s the favor?” You ask in confusion but Yoongi just looks at you before continuing to walk out without a word.

It doesn’t take Yoongi long to wonder back into the club days after that. Despite the weird exchange it only made him want to get to know you more. But something in him grew colder when he walked in the club only to see you not onstage. Usually around this time you had already started and had a small crowd of men watching you.

“Whiskey.” He ordered in a lower tone as he sat down, tapping impatiently on the counter as he waited. “This was stupid.” He mumbled to himself, ashamed of how he had gotten caught up with this stripper and was just about ready to leave it all behind.

“Min Yoongi! You’re back!” He heard your familiar voice right next to him, causing his head to turn to the side in confusion.

“What are you doing here?” He asked his finger slowly stopping as he looked at you, sat next him in the bar.

“Aren’t you going to ask how I know your name?” You reply instead, wiggling your eyebrows playfully. “I assumed you already knew.” Yoongi spoke calmly, lightly shrugging even.

“Cocky much?” You reply, jokingly rolling your eyes with a smile. “How did you find out, if not the internet?” Yoongi asked curiously, as the bartender slams his whiskey on the counter.

“Well when the son and CEO of a million dollar company starts to take notice to the best employee in the club, word gets around.” You reply with a slight grin and Yoongi can’t help but chuckle a little.

“Cocky much?” He echos your words as he sips on his whiskey and this only widens your grin further. Yoongi stares into your smile, feeling a weight being lifted off his shoulders when he realizes it’s been a while since he actually genuinely smiled for once.

When he finishes his drink he takes out his wallet and pays for the bad alcohol before taking out another three hundred and handing it to you, not waiting for you to take it this time.

“This has to be your way of flirting with me.” You mumble in disbelief as you stare at the bills before reluctantly shoving it in your skirt.

Yoongi scoffed, shaking his head in disagreement. “I don’t have time to flirt.” He mumbled firmly while looking at his empty glass.

“You have time to come here.” You differed causing him to bite the inside of his cheek, standing up and dusting himself off. “Wait that didn’t mean leave!” You state quickly getting up with him and Yoongi can’t help but glance at the sudden look of displeasure and sadness on your face as your hand brushes against his as you attempt to stop him.

“I..actually like having you here. You make me feel safe.” You mumble sheepishly as Yoongi stood there, completely frozen as he took in your words. How had he, of all people, made you feel safe? In a run down place like this?

“Then your standers are low.” He said in a low voice, a hint of playfulness in his tone as you look back up at him, snickering at his comment.

“You say that, but under that frown and sharp eyes is a warm hearted gentleman.” You speak causing him to look away from you, not wanting to take your words seriously. He didn’t want to show any signs of vulnerability, he’d never be ready for anything heavy.

“You don’t believe me?” You challenged him, seeing his silence and he heard the heard an underlying tone in your voice when you asked. “If I asked you to walk me to my car, you’d hundred percent do it.”

Yoongi scoffed and rolled his eyes at you, but quickly knew not to didn’t deny it. “See! You would.” You grinned at his sour expression, knowing you were right.

“Whatever, do you want to be walked to your car or not?” He asked trying to dismiss the fact all together. He had never seen himself in a situation like this, feeling embarrassed and maybe bubbly.

You laughed at the question but nodded, grabbing your nearby coat that was filled with stains as you attempted to squeeze your shoulders in the coat.

Yoongi rolled his eyes, walking in front of you as he leaded the two of you out of the door and to your car. Yoongi sighed as he looked at the state of it, effortlessly taking out his wallet and starting to count some bills.

“If you’re going to give me more money don’t bother.” You quickly said as the two of you made it to your car, stepping in front to him and holding onto his hand so he would stop rummaging through his wallet.

“I don’t need it, I’m fine!” You tried to convince him and he simply raised an eyebrow at you, before going back to counting, taking out a couple hundreds as he did so.

“Then consider it flirting.” He mumbled in a flat tone, taking out five hundreds and getting ready to hand it to you.

As he looked back up from his wallet he felt something soft touch the corner of his lips, eyes widening in shock when he realizes how close you were to him and before he could stop it, you had planted a gentle kiss on the corner of his lips.

Your lips lingered on his skin for a couple seconds before finally pulling away from him, taking a step back.

“Come back tomorrow, okay?” You say with a warm smile, practically glowing in front of him as you spoke to him in a soft low tone.

Silently, Yoongi watched you chuckle at his reaction before getting into your car and slowly driving off, his heart thumping as he watched your car drive off onto the road.

He slowly started to move again when your car was far away enough that it was out of view, as if snapping him out of a trance.

Yoongi could feel himself getting lighter, warmer. He could feel his muscles relax as he took his hands out of his coat pocket.

OMG THANK YOU FOR THIS SWEEY SWEET SURPRISE! IT MADE MY DAY.

I missed angel mask so much TT this drabble brought me back to that universe.

Thank you for fools paradise drabble 🥰. I am not sure if you are taking requests? It’s 100% up to you if you want to bcs it’s your blog, but would it be possible to get an angel mask drabble, maybe on their wedding day?

Babe, you read my mind! I honestly miss writing for Angel Mask even tho I have struggled with writers block for what has seemed like two years! 😭😭😔

Here you go. I hope you enjoy :) It’s waAy past my bedtime so please ignore words that don’t make sense! 😭

till death do us…

Pairing: Angel Mask Yoongi x F! Reader

Warning(s): At the end (present day), mentions of kidnapping, mob business/situation, insinuated sexc time (but NO SMUT I RPOMISE),

It was always that little cold cold heart of his that beat incredibly fast, only for you.

His hands were clammy and he swore that if he looked in the mirror, he'd see droplets of perspiration dotted on the crown of his head.

The day he never thought would happen was at the tip of his hands, filled with love and pride as he watched you walk his way, a bouquet held tight in your hands, in your lower belly as you smiled so brightly, illuminating the room with what only he could describe as pure happiness.

Jungkook was at your side, leading you to the altar and to Yoongis’ awaiting hand. He’d seen you cry weeks before, wrapping you in his arms at the fact that your father was not present - or alive to walk you down the aisle. But when Yoongi offered to ask Jungkook, you nodded, and Jungkook didn’t hesitate to do as was asked of him.

And truly, Yoongi thanked him, hugging him with might as he had made you so happy to oblige. There was a part of him that felt… ashamed for the undisclosed transgression that he had done years before. Your tears always debilitated him, but like always, the other part of him - the immoral man that stood before you, simply was apathetic, selfishly keeping you to his side.

He never thought he’d live long enough to fall and love and marry the love of his life, but the day was here, his whole world walking towards him.

And it was just as you wished. A small get together with trusted business partners, and close family members.

Yoongi looked at you and only you, deciding to place his hate for his parents at the back of his mind because they didn't matter. They never have. He had plans of course, that even though Jungkook was at your side, he stayed with the thought of asking his own father to accompany you down the isle.

But his parents didn’t agree and didn’t show.

All for marrying you.

They too had plans; for Yoongi to marry into a family that wasn’t much different from theirs, criminals with blood money, running and never safe. Yoongi declined. The second he saw you, you were marked as his.

“Hello, Mrs. Min.” Yoongi whispered teasingly, your hand pressing tightly against his. He could see you were nervous from that little quirk that came from your furrowed brow, but yet you smiled, huffing a small hi his way.

“You may kiss the bride.”

And hell, like he’d have to be told twice. With vigorous want, he cupped your cheeks in his pale hands, locking your lips together that placed the last nail on the coffin. You were now his wife in the underground hellhole he resided - but no, he’d taken his own word that he’d never drag you down and involve you in anything that had to do with the risks of his position.

In a few years, he’ll retire and hand the reigns to his trusted partner, the doe eyed innocent looking man, who had absolutely nothing of innocence inside. Jungkook would be a good leader, after all, Yoongi raised him and taught the man everything he knew.

And hopefully, after he retired, you’d have a family of your own - a child or two, living life at peace until you were frail and grey.

“I’m so happy.” You voiced, your head on his chest as you both swayed to the music, your first dance as husband and wife.

Though you didn’t smile, he could see it in your eyes, gleaming with contentment. Yoongi smiled. This was all he ever wanted. “I love you.” He said, pecking your cheek, and your lips, causing you to chuckle.

“I love you too. So much, you have no idea.”

He did.

He loved you to an extent that had no measure and he knew that by your side, it was a euphoria that he couldn’t explain or comprehend.

“What do you say… that we kick everyone out, and we get started on our honeymoon, hm?” Your laugh was otherworldly, your head thrown back at the sight of your husband’s eyebrows playfully jumping up and down.

“Whatever you say, Mr. Min.”

“No, honey. It’s whatever you say.”

PRESENT DAY:

Yoongi smiled with sadness at the picture on his desk, gently bouncing Myunghee on his lap as she scuffled, wanting to cry.

The photo depicted the both of you, your white dress flowing on your body as he carried you on his back, your legs wrapped around his waist with a humorous expression on your face.

He no longer saw that light - that innocence and happiness in your eyes.

He had washed it all away.

“Shhh, sweetheart.” With a peck he wrapped a hand on her raven hair, maneuvering her tiny body in his chest to make her comfortable.

"Mommy's fine. I promise. She just needs more time to adjust. I promise, as soon as she’s out of that room, we’ll be a happy family. Just like how we talked about. How do you feel about being a big sister, hm? I love you so so so much.”

What did you think? He had never taken words too light. When you voiced your never ending love for him in your vows, he tucked your actions into his cold, beating heart and with stubbornness, he held tight with a vice grip.

Till death do us both part.

And he’d be sure that was a promise you were going to keep.

Vows aka 10 ways to win your husband's heart Masterlist

An arranged marriage AU

You've been in your arranged marriage with Yoongi for five years, and he's never once retaliated for anything you've done to him. One day you realise you've lost your appetite for provoking him, and you set about trying to win his heart instead.

Vows Part 1 Part 2

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Everything

Doll

Penance

Every time like the first time

Switch pt 2

Untouchable

First Strike

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be my daddy — myg [m]

⤷ summary. ❝ Min Yoongi is one thousand shades of forbidden to you, and yet, you can’t help but lust over him. Your dad’s friend. ❞ | 18+

pairing. dilf!ceo!yoongi x rich girl!reader 

genre. forbidden romance au, age gap au, smut, fluff, implied angst, pwp.

word count. 3.1k

» please don’t flag this post. if u don’t like it, just scroll. don’t be petty and flag creator’s posts, if u do that, ur not fücking cool 👎

warnings. big age gap (11 years), oc is a fucking tease, she vapes once, oc is said to have thick thighs, oc’s father is so oblivious lol, YOONGI HAS TATTOOS 😶‍🌫️ !! yoongi and oc’s father are friends, yoongi gives dilf energy but he doesn’t have a kid :3, daddy k*nk (sorry not sorry), mirror s*x, bathroom s*x, brief oral (f. recieving) big dïck yoongi, standing sëx, unprotected s*x (don’t be stupid like them ok this is fiction), dirty talk, yoongi has a dirty mouth y’all, dëgration k*nk, püssy fingering, choking, belly bulge, disgusting pet names, self-voyeurism, creampie, mentions of creampie, they have to be quiet but they kind of fail lol, there is a smidge of angst, like it’s super tiny u won’t even feel it, love dovey at the end, implied angst for the future of this couple, FLUFF (it’s weird for me to add this tag haha).

a/n. oh my god what have i done 😀 this is pure pwp. i am not okay i actually need my dilf yoongi right now !!!!! also this drabble just SCREAMS lana del rey, and the banner too. like oh my gooooood. i also thought of cola while writing this hehe. this was for my song requests and i hope u like this, love u so much !! <3 this is also just a lil something to get u guys fed before the monster that is after hours part one drops on friday !! hehe i’m very excited, love u all ♡

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The golden rays of July's sun hit your skin as you trace your fingers on your book. You shift your focus not to the captivating words of the page before you, but to the man who sits on the white sofa of your living room behind the glass. 

You bite your red lips, your lust-filled eyes hidden behind your heart-shaped glasses as you shamelessly stare at the man, gazing at each of his handsome features in secrecy.

You should be ashamed of yourself, lusting over your father’s associate and friend, but your so-called shame is long gone as you think about his veiny, tattooed, ring-filled hands splitting you open until you squirt.

Min Yoongi is his name.

You’ve known him for some time now. 

He is the CEO of Min Tech and he and your father decided to create a partnership between their companies a few years ago, but no one would have thought both men would have turned friends.

Your father by no means is an easy man to please, and by internet rumours, Mr Min is a man as cold as ice, whose sharp words are enough to cut your ego like a knife if you step

one foot out of line.

And what took you by more surprise is that he is much younger than your father, ten years, and your father was a man who liked to mingle with people his own age, claiming that the younger generation was too dumb for him to be associated with him. 

Except you, of course, and now, Yoongi.

Both don’t trust easily and yet, become such friends that he hangs out at your mansion almost every weekend for wine and business talk that is too boring for you to eavesdrop.

Min Yoongi is a thousand shades of forbidden to you. He is a friend of your father's, and not to mention, a CEO thirteen years older than you.

And yet, you can’t help but bite your lip every time you see the thirty-four-year-old clench move his tattooed hand, veins popping out, sending shivers toward your spine all the way to your clit.

You gaze at his figure, your eyes in a trance by the way he moves with an effortless confidence that draws the attention of every room he enters. Yoongi laughs at something your father says, flashing the gummy smile you’ve come to admire, and he sips a bit of the glass of whiskey in his hand. 

Suddenly, his intoxicating eyes catch yours. It’s a faint moment, but enough to form a smirk on your cherry lips as he licks his while shifting his burning eyes to your father, absentmindedly nodding at something he says.

The forbidden nature of your attraction to each other is the very essence of its intoxication. 

You adjust the red glasses on your face with your finger and close your book harshly before slowly getting up from your chair, making sure to do it with your eyes gues to Yoongi, who stares at you while licking his pouty lips, not even paying any attention to whatever your father is telling him.

You giggle and stretch your arms, the skimpy bikini revealing almost all of your breasts, doing the job you wanted when you chose this specific pair a few hours ago when your father told you Yoongi would be passing by for some work meeting at your house.

You pass your red nails through your luscious hair and accidentally let your book fall to the ground. You turn your body so your ass can face Yoongi, and you slowly reach for your book, making sure to tilt your body so your bikini can reveal as much as it can of your ass.

You smirk as you get up, and it only gets wider as you watch Yoongi uncomfortably crossing his legs and trying his best not to let his gaze fall down on you while he says something to your parents.

You grab your cherry vape and take a small puff of it before putting it deep inside your bag where your father could never see—even at twenty-three years of age, your father can’t see you smoke anything or else he’ll have your fucking head.

You grab your bag and walk toward the living room, and once you slide the glass door, you are met with the deep laughter of your father while Yoongi faintly chuckles while shifting on his seat.

“Oh, hey, princess! Say hi to Yoongi.” Your father smiles, and your mother sips on her wine, squinting her eyes at you and you tremble before smiling tightly.

“Hi Yoongi.” You send him a small wave while giving a smile that you hope hides the fire that spreads throughout your body.

“Hey, ____.” Yoongi passes his index hand on his sinner's lips while he scans your body, and your oblivious father chuckles while pressing a small kiss to your hand.

“Actually, Jisun, I gotta go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, princess, why don’t you be a sweetheart and take Yoongi here to the bathroom, hm? I don’t think he knows where he is, do you?”

“No, not really. I haven’t gotten used to your new house, yet. You went quite big with this one.” Yoongi chuckles, and your father laughs snobbishly.

“Um, okay, come with me, Yoongi.” You innocently giggle, and your father takes a sip of your whiskey while Yoongi follows you to the bathroom.

Your mother rolls her eyes and deeply sighs. 

“What’s wrong with you lately, Bora?”

“Nothing, Jisun. Nothing.” She takes a large sip of her wine, and your father hums in suspicion before taking a call on his phone.

You can feel Yoongi’s heavy presence behind you as you both walk toward the guest bathroom. You open the door with a trembling hand, and once you get in, rough hands push you to the counter and throw your glasses to the ground

You wince at the slight pain while a river flows through your skinny bikini and down to your thick thighs, and you bite your lip as you watch the older man lock the door with desperation written on his fingers.

Yoongi is quick to imprison your body with his hips, his big bulge hitting your thighs while he grabs your hair, sharp pain coursing through your scalp.

“Filthy little slut,” His deep chuckle is overridden with lust, while his eyes incinerate arson deep within your veins, an ardent pleasure spreading through your body. 

You bat your lashes, faking innocence in your eyes as he whispers in your ear, “Trying to seduce me with that fuckin’ ass while I’m talking to your parents. Does your dad know his princess is a fucking whore behind the curtains, hm?”

“I don’t know what you mea–hmph.” You choke when his tattooed fingers suddenly enter your mouth, reaching the back of your throat with ease.

“Don’t fucking lie to me, bitch.” Yoongi growls, the rasp in his voice getting deeper as he stares at you with passion mixed with monstrous lust. “You’re insatiable, aren’t you? Filled that filthy pussy with my cum yesterday and you already want more, hm?”

You eagerly nod your head, your mind wandering to the night before when he filled you like his cum dump, his white seed spilling through your thick thighs, leaving you oh-so-pleased and in pure bliss.

You suck his fingers, saliva dancing on your lips and dripping on your chin and cheeks, and Yoongi laughs at just how pathetic you look. Pathetic just for him.

“What do you want me to do to you, doll?” He finally takes his fingers out of your mouth which is now stained with your red gloss, and you cough twice before biting your lips. “C’mon, tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

You hold your breath before whispering, “Want your cock. Want you to fi-fill me up again.”

“Want me to put my cum deep inside you, hm?”

You nod your head, “Uh-huh.”

“Hmm, dunno if you deserve it.”

You scoff, “Of course I deserve it. And I know you want to be buried deep inside me. You want it as much as I do.”

Yoongi pokes the inside of his cheek, “Hate it that you’re fuckin’ right.” 

The older man forcefully grabs your cheeks with one of his veiny hands, enough to well your eyes with tears of pleasure. “Spread those legs for me, brat.”

Yoongi helps to place you on top of the counter, and he immediately spreads your legs and unwraps the bow of your bikini, and before you know it, you stand naked, vulnerable before his devilish eyes.

Yoongi falls to his knees, his hot breaths on your pussy sending shivers throughout every inch of your spine. He stares at how copious amounts of slick easily drip out of your aching pussy, and he almost moans loudly at the thought that it is all just for him.

Yoongi suddenly licks one single, slow stripe of your slit, and you tremble, unwanted moans slipping out of your slutty mouth.

“You gotta stay quiet for me, yeah? Can’t have your parents knowing what’s going on, hm?” 

You widen your eyes at the thought and whimper once he places kitten licks on your pussy, licking all your wetness out and moaning deeply at your sweet taste.

“I’m way too horny to eat you out today, baby. Gonna slip inside you, k?”

“Oh, I’m fine with that.” You lazily giggle and grope one of your breasts you know he is obsessed with, “Want you to fill me up, Daddy.”

Yoongi groans while standing up, “Fucking hell. You know you have me weak when you call me that.”

The sound of Yoongi taking his metal belt off echoes through the large bathroom, and you lick your lips in anticipation, desire burning through your skin as you watch his big cock spring free from his white boxers, slapping on his thighs.

Yoongi smirks and slowly strokes his hard-rock length, “You want daddy’s cock, slut?”

“Mhm.” You nod eagerly, drool forming on your lips as you stare at his veiny dick that twitches just for you.

“Say it.” Yoongi growls and you silently whine.

“Want your cock, daddy. Want you to stretch me out. Fill me up.”

Yoongi faintly moans, his eyes closing in bliss while his cock twitches his hand, “Shit, baby girl, you have no idea what you do to me.”

Yoongi closes your thighs, and you furrow your eyebrows, your heart preparing for disappointment, “Stand up and turn around. Want you to look at yourself while I fuck you.”

You sigh in relief, and do as he says. Once you turn around, you gasp at the image of your naked self with Yoongi’s broad, tattoed body behind you. 

What a view.

The older man’s veiny fingers trail the skin of your stomach, and you tremble under his tender touch before he slips two fingers inside your cunt, “Who’s pussy is this?”

“Daddy’s pussy.” You moan out while he spreads your legs, and your face turns hot as you stare at how his rough fingers split your red cunt apart.

“Only mine.”

“Only yours.” You moan, and Yoongi hums in satisfaction.

Yoongi’s free hand wraps around your neck and puts little pressure, but enough to make your head dizzy as you stare at the hot reflection in the mirror.

He bites your earlobe before whispering inside your ear, his burning hot breath making your body tremble, “Gonna slip inside now, yeah?”

You nod your head, and you moan once he slips inside your wet folds. You whimper, lewd sounds echoing through the white bathroom, and Yoongi’s hand goes to your tummy, rubbing it in soothing motions as you get used to the slight pain.

Even after so many times, you still can’t get used to just how big he is.

“Yoongi.” You moan, throwing your head back to his shoulder. 

Yoongi squeezes the air out of your throat for one second, which causes you to bring your head back as you gasp for air, “That’s not my name right now, whore.”

“Sorry d-daddy.” You whimper, and Yoongi chuckles at your humiliation, more slick dripping down your pussy and coating his eager cock.

Yoongi’s hips roughly buck upwards once, his balls slapping onto your ass while your body bucks forwards, but his hand wrapped around your stomach prevents your head from hitting the sink.

Your eyes widen in fear, but before you can say anything, Yoongi places the sweetest butterfly kisses onto your neck, “Don’t worry. I got you, hm? I promise.”

You nod your head, “Okay, y-yeah. Okay.”

“Gonna move now, baby. What’s your safe word?”

You smile lazily while Yoongi slowly moves his hips in a round motion, trying to get the slightest of friction while he waits for you to get used to him, “Snowflake.”

“Good girl.” 

Yoongi pulls his cock out so just the tip is inside you, before roughly thrusting inside once again, sparing no mercy to your red pussy. You moan at the incinerating sensation, his balls slapping on your ass, wet slapping sounds filling the room with your sin.

“Ugh, so fuckin’ big,” Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as he continues to thrust into you at an animalistic pace, your tits jumping at the same rhythm of his thrusts, and Yoongi grunts inside your ear at the filthy reflection.

His hand rests on your neck, and you feel dizzy at the light, sudden squeeze of your throat. Yoongi’s other tattooed hand that rests on your tummy traces the big bulge that forms each time he thrusts up inside you, the tip of his cock deliciously kissing your cervix.

Your consciousness slips away with the intense pleasure, your heart racing at the rough thrusts, and Yoongi smirks at your fucked out state, “Look at just how good you take me, little slut. You were made for my cock, hm?”

You eagerly nod your head, “Yes! Ye—”

Yoongi’s hand slaps your mouth, shutting you up, and your eyes widen while his mouth goes to your ear, “Quiet.”

Your pussy squeezes around him, your climax close, and Yoongi groans into your ear while his thrusts get even faster, sloppier. The rhythm of lust as euphoria consumes you both.

“I’m fuckin’ close. Gonna come inside this slutty pussy baby. Gonna fill you to the brim and make you walk around the house with my cum dripping from your thighs. Gonna mark you so everyone knows you’re fucking Min Yoongi’s property.”

You moan at the thought of being his, and he chuckles darkly, his ring-filled hands tracing the skin of your stomach and going down to expertly roll his index finger on your puffy clit. “You like that? Like the thought of being mine, hm?”

You moan into his hand, and he finally lets you breathe once he takes the hand from your mouth, “Yes, wanna be yours. Wanna—ugh!”

Yoongi opens your legs, and his hand grabs your chin, forcing you to stare at the lewd reflection of your pussy taking his cock and how your slick gets pushed roughly back inside you by his fat length. “Look at how that pretty pussy takes my cock. And don’t take your eyes off of it until I cum inside, got it.”

“Uh, uh—daddy, fuck!” His tongue pokes his cheek as he continues to thrust inside you, and before you know it, your body trembles as your climax consumes, you, yet, you follow his command and never take your eyes off the mirror.

“Fuck, baby, I’m cum–cumming for you.” Your orgasm triggers his and with stuttering hips and sloppy thrusts, Yoongi’s cock twitches one last time before his seed slips inside you, painting your walls white as he fills you up.

You both watch in a trance as copious amounts of his white, sticky release drips out of your pussy and into your thighs as he slowly pulls out, and Yoongi wastes no time before slipping two of his veiny fingers inside you, all the while panting desperately on your shoulder.

He slowly pushes his cum inside you while licking your neck within his pants, and you throw your head back, gasping for any oxygen for your restricted lungs.

Yoongi maps out your shoulder with his kisses before he traces his tongue all the way to your ear. He bites your earlobe before whispering, “I love you.”

You gasp, and turn around to meet his glimmering eyes, “Wh-what?”

“I love you, my princess. I have for a while now.” Yoongi smiles shyly, his hand cupping your cheek while his thumb gently caresses your skin, “Be mine. Please?”

“What about my—my dad? He can’t know, I—”

“Do you love me?”

“But—”

“Forget about your fucking dad for a second, dammit.” Yoongi groans, before cupping your other cheek with his other hand, forcing your eyes to meet his desperate ones that call for your soul, “Do you love me?”

You sigh, closing your eyes before opening again, “I do. Fuck, I love you, Yoongi. I have for so fucking long.”

Yoongi smiles brightly, secret relief overcoming through his nerves, “Then be mine, baby. We’ll deal with your dad together. Then we’ll get a house together while you go through law school. How does that sound, hm?”

You smile, tears of joy welling in your eyes, “That sounds perfect.”

You lean in, your lips dancing with each other in the most gentle kiss, your heart that once bled in desperation for his, now heals as it wraps around his soul the way fate intended to. 

You both disconnect your lips with a gasp once you hear a loud knocking on the bathroom door, reality crashing on you as you hear your father’s deep voice, “Yoongi, are you taking a shit or what? I need you back, I can’t fucking stand my wife right now.”

Yoongi takes in a deep breath before shouting back, “Just got caught up with some things, I’ll be there in five!”

“Alright.” Your father groans, and once his steps are too far to hear, both you and Yoongi let out a breath of relief.

“I love you.” He whispers into your ear, “We’ll be okay, hm?”

Your soul glitters and you smile, “I love you, too.”

© 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐. all rights reserved; do not copy, translate or post it in another platform at any circumstances.

yoongi fic recs part iii

because I have nothing to do and I miss him terribly terribly terribly

(once again, all of love and support to the writers!)

1. haze by @bonvoyagenoona

fwb(?)au, fluff, smut, 6.5k words

2. I already have you and a cupcake, what more could I possibly need by @taetaespeaches

established relationship, fluff, 1.3k words

3. phases of a daydream by @ki-yomii

established relationship, fluff, smut, 2.8k words

4. riding yoongi in his studio chair by @mccnyoongi

established relationship, undergroundrapper!yoongi, fluff, smut, 2k words

5. extra of in our forever by @muniimyg

established relationship, fluff, angst, smut, (part of the 'in our forever' series but can be read as a standalone drabble imo)

6. the trophy wife by @taeyohonic

established relationship, angst, fluff, 5.7k words

7. favouritism by @taeyohonic

established relationship, pandemic!au, fluff, smut, 2.2k words

8. 01:26am drabble by @wtf-yoongi

established relationship, just fluff and cute vibes

9. everything by @hamsterclaw

established relationship!au, fluff, a little angst, smut, (part of the 'vows' series but can be read as a standalone oneshot imo), 2.3k words

( honestly the vows series is one of my all time favourite series and I reread when I'm bored or feeling down so I would recommend the entire series if you haven't read it ! )

between the lines — myg (1)

⌞part one⌝

yoongi brings his daughter to work with him in hopes to lift her mood and distract her from their harsh reality. only the distraction proves to be more than what yoongi had hoped for… a lot more.

pairing: single dad!yoongi x actress!f reader rating: nc-17  words: 6.1k  genre(s): fluff, angst, comedy au(s): strangers to lovers, single dad, single parent, movie industry, famous heroine, hidden identity, found family warnings: curse words, abandonment issues, past trauma, loss of loved ones, mention of poor mental health, previous financial struggles, side pairing (namseok)

author’s note: the first part is here! i’m so happy to be able to share yoongi’s story. thoughts, opinions and feedback is warmly welcomed! [div cr]

caution: this part will mention a couple of heavy and sensitive topics. please read at your own risk. remember, your mental health matters ♡

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“I used to rule the world…” A raspy groan escaped Yoongi’s lips. He rolled onto his stomach, blinking bleary eyed as he haphazardly reached out for his iPhone. Each day, as per his usual routine, Yoongi’s cell phone vibrated at six-thirty in the morning with the unmistakable violins of Viva La Vida. 

Tapping his forefinger on the orange stop button, Chris Martin’s voice disappeared into the comfortable silence of Yoongi’s bedroom. He released another groan, bringing his dominant hand up to run his fingers through his raven colored strands, “Time to get up,” he murmured to himself, throwing off the covers. 

Min Yoongi was a creature of habit; to put it simply. He enjoyed having structure and order in his life, especially where his daughter was concerned. Min Nara was a force to be reckoned with and the light of Yoongi’s life. She brightened his existence in every sense of the word and he couldn’t imagine his life without her. Nara was a bubbly, energetic and effervescent eight year old. She approached each day with curiosity, excitement and wonder – to which Yoongi absolutely adored. The only downside to this was his daughter’s tendency to be late for school. And appointments. And piano lessons. Among other things. So he learned rather quickly that an organized schedule would be beneficial for the both of them. 

“Bug,” Yoongi called from his doorway, “Rise and shine.” 

Nara’s bedroom resided directly adjacent to his own, their doors essentially mirrored. It was one of the things he liked about the modest two-bedroom apartment he currently leased. He was fortunate enough to be renting from his best friend, meaning rent was significantly more affordable than other properties on the market. He couldn’t be more thankful for the friendships in his life. His friends treated him and Nara as family and vice versa. 

Ten minutes passed and Nara still hadn’t emerged from her bedroom. Yoongi was already dressed in a pair of charcoal jeans and a fitted black tee. Although his workplace didn’t mandate a dress code, Yoongi preferred to wear black to work at all times, “Nara,” he approached her door, rapping his knuckles against the door frame, “Are you okay?” 

A cough sounded from the other side of the door and Yoongi’s heart rate spiked. Hastily turning the knob, Yoongi entered his daughter’s bedroom and rushed to her side, “Bug, are you sick?”

Nara glanced up at her father, blankets tucked beneath her chin. She nodded. 

“Oh Bug… Why didn’t you come get me earlier?” Yoongi’s face etched with worry. 

“Because you were sleeping Daddy. I didn’t wanna wake you up.” 

Frowning, Yoongi couldn’t help but feel somewhat responsible. His baby girl was unwell and he wished he’d seen the signs earlier. It had been so much easier when she was younger. 

“It’s alright, Bug. I’m going to check your temperature and bring back some cough medicine, okay? Hang tight.” He pressed a doting kiss to the top of her head and hurried to the bathroom. 

With Yoongi preoccupied in the bathroom, sifting through the medicine cabinet, Nara sneakily pulled a heated wheat bag from beneath her pillow. She placed it directly to her forehead, in hopes for her temperature to rise. She’d managed to warm up the bag in the microwave while her father snoozed, knowing that his alarm went off at the same time every morning. Nara’s plan was all but going according to plan. When she heard his footsteps, she quickly tucked the wheat bag back underneath her pillow. 

Yoongi returned seconds later, his hands full of medical supplies. Overprotective Dad Mode: Activated. 

“My poor baby,” he cooed, placing the items onto the edge of her bed, “Let’s see what we’re working with,” he uncapped the thermometer, gently gesturing for Nara to open her mouth. She complied. While the thermometer began to count upwards in Fahrenheit, Yoongi placed his palm against her forehead, “You’re burning up. Shit.” 

Curse words weren’t an anomaly in the Min household, despite how often his friends scolded Yoongi for being crass around his daughter. He argued that Nara was intelligent enough to know not to use those words, as they were for adults only. He didn’t want to restrict himself around her; he aimed to be as authentic as possible. Nara was all he had and he wanted her to be able to trust him with everything, no matter how big or small. Yes, he was her father, but he also wanted to be her friend. 

“I don’t think I should go to school today Daddy,” Nara mumbled through a pout.

 “I think you might be ri–” The thermometer interrupted him, “Wait, this is weird. It says you’re only ninety-eight degrees.” 

Nara’s eyes widened, “Really?”

“Yeah Bug, that’s normal,” Yoongi said. His eyebrows furrowed, “I don’t understand. Your forehead felt like a furnace.” He placed his palm against her forehead once more. It wasn’t as hot as before. That confused him further, “Huh… It feels fine now. I think you can go to school today, Bug. I’ll give you some cough syrup before we leave, hm?” 

Nara’s lips quivered, “No Daddy! I’m too sick!” 

“Nara, you feel fine–” 

“I’m not fine!” Nara cried out, her hickory colored eyes welling up with tears, “I’m sick! Please let me stay home!”

His eyebrows shot up. Yoongi hadn’t witnessed Nara this way since her ‘Terrible Twos’. She looked distraught and the sight tore away at his heartstrings. What was upsetting his Lovebug?

“Nara,” Yoongi sat down beside her, “You’re upset. Can you tell me what’s going on?” 

Sniffling, Nara reached behind her head and tugged out the heated wheat bag. Relief washed over Yoongi’s face, although he felt a little disappointed that she had tried to trick him. She’d never pulled a stunt like this before and he wanted to know what pushed her to do so. 

After what felt like hours, Nara finally spoke, “I don’t wanna go to school.” 

“Why not?” Yoongi asked gently. 

“Just ‘cause.” 

“Come on, Bug. There’s got to be a reason. You love school.” That was true; Nara adored going to school. She was thriving in all her second grade classes, particularly art and physical education. Just like her father. She had at least half a dozen friends and eagerly looked forward to seeing them every weekday. So this was certainly out of character for his vivacious baby girl. 

Nara tugged the blankets up over her face, causing Yoongi to release a heavy sigh. He didn’t want to push her but time was ticking away. He needed to be in the back lot by eight-thirty and he hadn’t even arranged breakfast for the two of them yet. 

“Okay, I’ll give you some space–”

“No, please don’t go Daddy,” she said from underneath the covers, “I’m sorry.” She sniffled again, peeling back the duvet to expose her reddened eyes to her concerned father. Yoongi felt his heart squeeze and his eyes softened. 

“You don’t need to be sorry, Bug. I’m just worried about my little girl and I want to know how I can help.”

Nara’s lips trembled, “I don’t think you can help, Daddy.” 

“Why not?” Yoongi inquired, his hands reaching out to delicately brush away the flyaways falling over her eyes, “I’m sure there’s something I can do. Should I talk to Ms Lee? Do I need to talk to someone’s mom?” He wasn’t above putting a Karen in her place. He would move mountains and scale the oceans for Nara. 

She shook her head sadly, “No.”

Yoongi was at a loss. He felt helpless. His daughter was hurting and he couldn’t come up with a solution to make her feel better. What a shitty father he was. Rubbing his forehead with his hand, Yoongi resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose out of stress. What could he possibly do in this situation? This was uncharted territory for him. 

“I don’t wanna go to school because everyone is gonna have their moms there except me.” 

Yoongi had been so caught up in his own mind that he’d almost missed his daughter’s admission. Face falling, he noticed the way Nara dejectedly picked at her nail beds, “Oh Bug…” That’s when realization hit him like a freight train. Today was ‘Bring Your Mom To School Day’. He should’ve been more diligent in checking the school semester calendar on the fridge, “I’m so sorry. I should’ve known.” 

Nara shrugged. His Lovebug was putting on a brave face, that was for sure. 

“Come here,” He said, tapping his upper thigh. She immediately flung into her father’s arms, curling up in his lap like she used to a couple years ago. Nara buried her head into his chest and Yoongi’s heart shattered when he heard her sniffle once more. This part never got easier, “I’ve got you, Lovebug.”

His words held promise because he meant them with his entire heart. Yoongi wasn’t ever going to give up on her, not like she had. He closed his eyes as the painful memories resurfaced. 

“Yoongi listen…”

“I can’t do this anymore…”

“I’m not cut out to be a mother…”

“I didn’t ask for this…”

“I’m leaving and you can’t stop me…”

Nara had only been four months old when her mother walked out on them. Was Nara planned? Absolutely not. Yoongi was only twenty-one when Sana called him in tears, wailing that her life was over because she was pregnant. The two of them had been in their final year of college and the idea of having a child was nothing short of terrifying. Neither of them had been ready.

After calming her down over the phone, Yoongi gave Sana the time and space to determine what she wanted to do. It was her body, her choice and he was going to back her on whatever she decided. When she revealed to him two weeks later that she wanted to keep the baby and not terminate the pregnancy, Yoongi was secretly overjoyed. He’d partaken in a lot of research during their short time apart and he believed he could make the whole parenting thing work – even when he was on the verge of shitting himself scared. 

The pregnancy had been a lot of work. Despite Sana’s parents being pretty well-off, she refused to tell them about the baby until the birth. Her tuition was being covered by her father’s hefty bank account and she had a feeling that he would stop paying her school fees if he knew about her pregnancy, so Yoongi had to find another job. He didn’t have the luxury of asking his parents for financial aid, as Yoongi had a difficult childhood. His father left when he was still in the womb and his mother sadly passed away from ovarian cancer when he was just sixteen years old. Yoongi ended up living with his uncle until he turned eighteen and got accepted into university. He was on a full-ride scholarship that included a room in the male dorms, board and necessary school supplies. But to save himself from boredom, he also worked part time as a freelance videographer.

Without Sana contributing any source of income, he knew he needed to step up and provide for his family. So he secured a serving position just outside of campus that luckily offered him thirty hours a week. Between working two jobs, studying for finals and helping Sana in any way he could – Yoongi was exhausted. But it had all been worth it when Sana’s obstetrician told them they were expecting a baby girl. 

“A girl! I’m going to be a girl dad,” He gushed to Sana with glossy eyes, “I’m so happy, babe.”

Little did he know that Sana felt the opposite. She’d been hoping for a son. She didn’t want to raise a girl. In her mind, girls cost more money. Girls required more attention. Girls were just more. But instead, she forced a smile and led Yoongi to believe that everything was going to be okay. She continued to play him for a fool until that fateful day when she packed a duffle bag and left him standing in the middle of their tiny studio apartment, a crying Nara swaddled in his arms. The trajectory of his life changed that day and Yoongi made a promise to himself and to his daughter that he wouldn’t ever leave her. Not like her mother did to her and not like his deadbeat father did to him. No matter what it took, Yoongi was going to give Nara the childhood he never had. 

Now that was easier said than done. With Sana gone, Yoongi fell into a depression. Things became drastically harder. He had to get Nara onto bottles, as breastfeeding was obviously off the table. The transition to baby formula had been a struggle at first, but thankfully it didn’t last for very long. While getting Nara used to a new feeding schedule, Yoongi also had to juggle work. He’d finished college two months before Nara was born but hadn’t been able to do anything with his undergraduate’s degree. Why? Well obviously no company advertising an entry level position was willing to hire a new father. All Yoongi could do was fall back on his videography side hustle and that wasn’t enough to keep his head above water.

Before long, Yoongi had found himself coming face to face with an eviction notice and a month to vacate his studio apartment. He’d hit rock bottom. He was a fucking failure. What kind of father struggled to provide for his daughter? A pathetic excuse for one, that’s what he told himself. He was twenty-two with a six month old baby girl and no sign of light at the end of the tunnel. Until the day he came across Namjoon’s post on a popular leasing website. 

Kim Namjoon posted under the ‘Apartments And Rooms For Rent’ tag, stating that he was looking for a long-term roommate. His prerequisites had been simple: Clean, responsible, self-sufficient. The asking price for the room was dirt cheap and Yoongi almost fell off his futon when he read the ad. He couldn't recall the last time he typed a phone number that fast. Namjoon answered after the third ring, his deep voice filling Yoongi’s ears. 

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Kim Namjoon?”

“Yes, speaking.”

“Hi Namjoon. My name is Yoongi and I’m calling about the ad you posted online…”

After a twenty-five minute conversation over the phone, Namjoon invited Yoongi to come and visit the property that afternoon. The next day, a tenancy agreement arrived in Yoongi’s email inbox. He cried in relief for about an hour. 

Namjoon had been a gift sent from above. The man was a year younger than Yoongi, but he’d already graduated from university with high honors. He was something of a genius. He worked in advertising and was on a cool six figures a year at twenty-one. Namjoon wanted a roommate for one purpose and one purpose only – he needed someone to handle all the household chores because he was far too busy to do it all himself. When he explained that to Yoongi, he was a little sheepish. The ad hadn’t mentioned that teeny tiny detail, but Yoongi didn’t care in the slightest. Especially when he arrived with Nara strapped to his chest in her baby sling. Namjoon had been surprised but not repulsed. In fact, he became rather enamored the second his eyes met Nara’s big, bright ones. 

“You have a kid.”

“Yeah… Look, I’m sorry I didn’t mention it over the phone–”

“Forget about the rent. Consider the housework your payment.”

“What? Woah, Namjoon, that's not necessary.”

“Yes it is. When was the last time someone helped you guys out?”

Yoongi’s silence had been the only answer Namjoon needed. The original tenancy agreement was scrapped and the two not only became roommates that day, but the best of friends. 

Snapping out of his memory haze, Yoongi proceeded to rub his daughter’s back. Seven and a half years ago, this room had been Namjoon’s. His best friend now lived in a lavish three-bedroom apartment with his husband, a brilliant attorney by the name of Jung Hoseok. Hobi, as he was affectionately known as, was the one who helped Yoongi get his job when Nara was eighteen months old. He truly owed Joon and Hobi his life; he couldn’t imagine where he’d be without them. 

“I won’t send you to school today,” Yoongi broke the silence that lingered between father and daughter, “How about you come to work with me instead?” 

Nara retracted from his chest, wiping her nose with the back of her hand, “Really?”

“Yeah Bug,” Yoongi smiled, “Let’s make today ‘Bring Your Child To Work Day’.” His chest felt lighter when Nara’s face brightened. He would do absolutely anything to make her happy. Putting a smile on her face was the only thing that mattered to him. 

She didn’t say anything. Instead, Nara threw her arms around his neck and squished her face into the crook of his neck, “Thank you Daddy,” she mumbled into his skin, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

They embraced for a few minutes more until Nara pulled away. She looked much happier. The sad little girl that tried to fake a fever was no longer in the room and all the weight that had rested on Yoongi’s shoulders was beginning to evaporate, “Alright Min Nara, you have ten minutes to get dressed. I’ll make some breakfast to go. Peanut butter and jelly toast okay?”

She nodded enthusiastically, “Yes please! With extra peanut butter!” She bounded off the bed and hurried over to her white IKEA dresser decorated in a mass of butterfly stickers. Yoongi grinned, That’s my Lovebug, he thought.

With three minutes to spare, Yoongi parked in his usual parking spot. Nara wriggled with excitement when Yoongi pulled the handbrake and shut off the engine to his thirteen year old Kia hatchback. In the six and a half years of working at HB Studios, Yoongi had a near perfect record of clocking in exactly on time. Perks of living a well-structured life. 

“Okay Bug,” Yoongi hummed as they walked from Lot A to Lot C, “I’m going to need you to be on your best behavior today.” 

Nara beamed with a nod. She held out her pinky finger, to which Yoongi linked with his own. They never just promised each other something; it had to be a pinky promise. It just made sense. 

“I’ll have you hang out with Tae today, how’s that sound?”

“Uncle Tae?” Nara nearly squealed. 

Yoongi couldn’t help but laugh, “Sounds good I’m guessing?” He didn’t need her to respond, not when she adored her uncles. Sometimes he believed Nara loved them more than she did himself. Not that he could blame his daughter, his friends were the best of the best. Besides Joon and Hobi, Yoongi had befriended a bunch of his coworkers over the years. There was Taehyung, who worked in the wardrobe department and was tightly wrapped around his niece’s little finger; also Jimin, who worked as a stunt performer; also Seokjin, who worked as an accountant for the production buying team; and finally Jungkook who worked right alongside Yoongi as boom operators. 

With Nara holding his hand, Yoongi punched in his employee code into the clock-in system, “Alright, let’s go surprise Uncle Tae.” Perhaps he should’ve given Taehyung a head’s up that Nara would be joining him today, but honestly, the man would bend over backwards for his niece. He had his own office, so Yoongi wasn’t all too worried about leaving his daughter with his best friend for eight hours. 

“Uncle TaeTae!” Nara shrieked with delight when Yoongi knocked on the window beside his office door, “I’m working with you today!” That had her father chuckling in amusement. 

Taehyung smiled wide, immediately crouching and opening his arms. Nara ran right into his hold, squealing gleefully when her uncle swung her around, “I’m so glad, I’ve always wanted an assistant!” 

Yoongi snorted, “Using my kid for child labor, huh Kim? Now I don’t feel so bad for not shooting you a text.” 

“It’s not child labor if I compensate her with a Happy Meal, now is it?”

“You’re annoying,” Yoongi rolled his eyes playfully when Taehyung laughed, “No but seriously, is it cool if she’s with you today?” He was certain that it wouldn't be an issue, but Yoongi still struggled with asking favors from his friends. Over the years he’d gotten a little better at it, but deep down he still felt like he was failing at being a parent. His guilty conscience could be a real pain in the ass sometimes.

Taehyung gave Yoongi a look that said Duh!, “Of course it is. I will never say no to spending time with my Nara girl.” Now that had the little girl in question beaming like a kid on Christmas morning. 

“Thanks Tae, I owe you one.” 

“No,” His best friend firmly shook his head, “You don’t owe me a thing. I’m happy to do it. Remember that, okay?”

It was hard to stomach but Yoongi nodded anyway. Maybe one day he’ll accept help without feeling like he had to return the favor at any point. 

“Good,” Taehyung grinned broadly,  “Now get the hell out of my office. Nara and I have work to do.” 

It was around two in the afternoon when Yoongi received a text message from Taehyung, alerting him that Jungkook had ‘kidnapped’ his child and was bringing Nara over to Lot F. Yoongi and Jungkook primarily worked in Lot B, where the first eight stages were located. Lot A was the main parking structure, Lot C was the hub for wardrobe, two office buildings and four more stages, Lot D was another eight stages and finally Lot F, where post production was located.

When Jungkook wasn’t busy doing his job, he was frequently found hanging around in Lot F.

“They have the best staff cafeteria!” He proclaimed sometime six months ago, “You think I’m gonna pass up on that extra cheesy carbonara? Like fucking hell!”

Realistically, Jungkook didn’t spend the majority of his spare time in Lot F for the food, but rather the new – and pretty – foley artist. He harbored one hell of a crush for her, no matter how hard he denied it. Yoongi was convinced the kid relied on Nara to be his wing-girl. 

Fifteen minutes later, Yoongi walked inside the main post production building. He looked around for any signs of his daughter and his manchild best friend. They had to be around here somewhere, as the foley studios were only in this building. He wandered around for a few moments more until Nara almost ran into him. 

“Daddy!” She smiled brightly, “Look what Uncle Tae said you could have!” She held up a garment bag no doubt containing a costume from Taehyung’s department. Her grin was near blinding; she was ecstatic. 

“Nara,” Yoongi chuckled, “Have you been carrying that around everywhere?” 

She shook her head, “No. Uncle Kookie carried it for me. He said that’s what his ‘big manly muscles’ are for!” Oh how Yoongi loved his daughter’s ability to repeat her uncle’s out of pocket comments. Jungkook found himself thrown under the bus more often than the others. 

“Is that so? Well I’m glad he made himself useful,” Yoongi smirked, reaching out to take the large bag from his eight year old, “Did Tae really say I could have this? Or did you go looking in the donation bin again?” 

Nara looked sheepish and her face flushed a little. It hadn’t been her first time getting into the donation bin. The studio liked to donate costumes that were no longer needed or desired by the wardrobe department to local charities. So really it wasn’t a big deal that Nara had taken an item or two, “Uncle Tae said it would look better on you than a stranger, anyway!”

“That sounds like Taehyung,” Yoongi said with a knowing smile, “What is it, Bug?” He asked as he peered down at the bag; although he could guess it was a tuxedo of some kind. 

“A suit! Uncle Tae said that you need one! Please try it on Daddy!” 

The excitement radiating from Nara warmed Yoongi’s heart. She’d done a complete one-eighty since this morning and for that, he was eternally grateful to Taehyung. That dude could easily quit his job and become a professional child whisperer. 

“I’ll do that once we get home, yeah?” 

“No!” Nara exclaimed, “Try it on now! Please, please, please!” She popped her lips into a pout, the puppy dog eyes making their grand appearance. She knew his ultimate weakness, “Pretty please.”

With a resigned sigh, Yoongi caved. He couldn’t say no to his baby girl, not when she was giving him the biggest case of puppy dog eyes. She was the only person that could put Jungkook’s doe eyes to shame, “Okay. But it’ll have to be quick, I need to get back to work soon.” 

That was enough to satisfy Nara. She beamed and clapped her hands together happily. 

“I can’t do it here though,” he told her gently, “Let’s go over to Lot D. There’s more places for me to change there.” Truthfully, Yoongi didn’t care whether he got changed here or not. But it was far too risky and he didn't want to get caught slacking on the job. There was nothing scheduled for Lot D today, meaning the entire space should be empty. It was perfect. 

Nara didn’t need to be told twice. She grasped his hand and they made their way towards Lot D together. He made sure to send Jungkook a text, so that the poor dude didn’t have a heart attack over losing his niece. 

When they arrived at the lot, Yoongi ushered them inside Stage 19. It was the smallest one of the eight and the most inconspicuous in his opinion. Stage 19 was known amongst the crew for being the closest thing to a storage room. Everyone brought useless shit, usually things that didn’t have a delegated spot, to that stage and left it there. So Yoongi was confident that he wouldn’t be found out here. 

“Nara, I need you to stay right here, okay?” Yoongi kissed the top of his daughter’s head. She nodded her head when he propped her up on an old white fold-out table that once belonged to the Lot D cafeteria, “I’ll be right out.” He assured her before ducking inside the singular male toilet. 

Yoongi unzipped the garment bag and was taken aback by the suit resting on the metal hanger inside. It was a dark slate gray three piece tuxedo, paired with a crisp black button up. He wondered what movie this costume had been used for, because the suit looked damn expensive. He didn’t know the first thing about designer brands, but there was no doubt in his mind that this was designer. He made a mental note to ask Taehyung later on. 

He stripped off his jeans and T-shirt, leaving him in nothing but a pair of Calvin Klein briefs. Carefully, he clothed himself in the dress pants, button up, four button vest and suit jacket. The material felt like silk against his skin. No wonder Tae let Nara take it, this is way too good to donate, he thought. He stashed his discarded clothes in the garment bag and hung it on the back of the toilet door, so they wouldn’t get dirty. Not that he had too much to worry about, the amenities were professionally cleaned each night. 

“You clean up alright, Min,” he said to his reflection in the mirror, “Bug has good taste.” He smiled fondly at the thought of his daughter seeing him in this get-up. He could imagine the excitement. With that, he blew out a breath and walked out of the men’s toilet. 

“How do I look, Bug?” He asked, lifting his head to find the table empty. Panic stabbed Yoongi's chest almost immediately, “Nara? Nara!” He called out, eyes wide and palms sweaty. He hadn’t spent more than five minutes in the toilet and yet, his daughter was nowhere to be found. He violently cursed himself, running a hand through his hair frantically, “Nara!”

Yoongi took off in a jog, his eyes scanning the area. He felt like he was about to vomit. This was every father’s nightmare, wasn’t it? He’d once dreaded the thought of losing Nara in the grocery store but this? This was ten times worse. No, more like a hundred times worse. He wished he never agreed to trying on the suit. This whole situation could’ve been avoided. How many stupid mistakes was he going to make today?

He kept calling out her name and his heart seized each time he was met with silence. Until he heard her angelic laugh coming from a distance. He ran towards the sound of her laughter, finding himself in the middle of Stage 18, “Nara!” Yoongi hollered. Seconds later, he spotted her. She was sitting on a sofa nestled in the middle of a set, her legs dangling off the edge of the cushions and her head resting against a woman’s arm, watching something on said woman’s phone. Yoongi felt his mouth dry up when he recognized Nara’s company. You weren't just any woman – you were the star of a new blockbuster the studio was in the middle of filming. Yoongi hadn’t landed the contract for that movie, which explained why he hadn’t crossed paths with you until now. 

You were breathtaking in person. He always thought you were beautiful. It’s what led him to doing a shameless Google search four months ago when the movie began production in Lot D. But nothing could have prepared him for your beauty in real life. He felt bewildered, mesmerized and infatuated all at once. What were you doing here? From what he’d heard on the grapevine, Lot D didn’t have a schedule this week because filming was taking place offsite. Has filming already wrapped? He was confused as hell but of course he wasn’t going to speak on it, not when you were the talk of the film industry right now. That practically made you royalty. 

“Nara,” Yoongi breathed when he finally approached the sofa, “What are you doing? I told you to stay. Why would you leave? I was worried sick.” He sounded exasperated and he certainly felt that way. He almost had a panic attack, for crying out loud. 

“Sorry Daddy,” Nara pouted, “I just wanted to say hi.”

Yoongi’s eyes shifted to yours then and he could’ve sworn he felt his stomach erupt with butterflies. He hadn’t been this affected by a woman since Sana… 

“Gosh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to freak you out,” you apologized, your voice echoing in his ears like his favorite song on repeat, “I was walking past Stage 19 and she must’ve recognized me. She ran out a few seconds later and introduced herself. Your daughter is adorable.” 

Pride spread across Yoongi’s chest. His lips curled into a shy smile, “Thank you. I’m sorry she disturbed you. She knows better than to go up to strangers.” He made stern eye contact with his daughter. Her hickory colored eyes saddened and she looked down at her fingers. He hated this part of parenting. It was tough disciplining Nara sometimes because she was genuinely a good kid. But stranger danger was a big no-no for Yoongi and he wanted Nara to understand why it was dangerous. 

“It’s alright, I don’t mind,” you smiled, “Obviously it’s not safe to approach people you don’t know,” you quickly added for the sake of not stepping on Nara’s father’s toes, “But she didn’t disturb me. I really enjoy her company.” 

“Oh… That’s good.” Yoongi internally cringed at his awkwardness.  

You smiled even wider, finding him refreshing. He was unbelievably handsome, that much was obvious. He wasn’t super tall, but he wasn’t short either, however he was broad. His shoulders filled out the suit jacket he donned perfectly and you blushed a little when you caught yourself staring. You hadn’t seen him around the set before, which sparked your curiosity. The studio was massive and thousands of employees worked behind the scenes, but judging by the way he was impeccably dressed, he had to be someone of high importance. Perhaps he was an executive producer? You wondered if you should ask him, but you also didn’t want to impose. You’d already given him a near heart attack by showing Nara a TikTok on your phone. Was it weird that you found him even more attractive because he was a father? No doubt he had a gorgeous wife at home… 

“Forgive me for being rude, I’m–”

“Y/N,” Yoongi blurted, your name rolling off his tongue with ease, “Sorry. I, um, know who you are. You’re really talented.” He wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole. How fucking embarrassing. You didn’t think so, though. You found him to be endearing. 

“Thank you, you’re sweet,” you smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “I didn’t catch your name?”

“Yoongi.”

Nara’s face lit up upon your exchange, her eyes twinkling, “My Daddy makes movies!” 

This caught both of your attention. You were intrigued. Yoongi, on the other hand, was gobsmacked. He hoped that you wouldn’t misinterpret Nara’s words and assume that he was a director. That would be humiliating. Especially since his job was to hold the mic above actresses like herself. 

“Does he?” You smiled down at Nara, who had already stolen your heart, “Are you a director for another lot?”

Yoongi opened his mouth to respond, but Nara was faster, “He works in Lot B!” His chatterbox of a daughter revealed. She looked pleased with herself when an impressed expression spread across your facial features. 

“Wow, that’s amazing. I can’t believe we haven’t met before,” you said, “You must be really busy making all these brilliant movies. And you say I’m the talented one.” 

That’s because you are. I'm nobody, Yoongi wanted to say. The words were right on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t form words. He couldn’t even make noise. Was he in shock? Whatever it was, it allowed the little white lie Nara told to influence your opinion of him. Would you even talk to him if you knew who he really was? He looked you up on Instagram, he knows who your friends are. He knows the kind of company you keep. Your social circle was full of successful, beautiful and wealthy people. He wasn’t any of those three things. And yet, here you were, looking at him like he was. 

“Daddy is pretty busy,” Nara rambled, “But he still spends every day with me! He’s the best.” 

“Thanks, Bug.” Yoongi smiled lovingly at his daughter. Sure, she’d totally fed you a lie about his profession, but she had a heart of pure gold. She probably just misunderstood what he actually does for a living. It wasn’t really her fault. All he had to do was tell you the truth. It’s not like he was ever going to see you again. 

He tried his best to ignore the little voice in the back of his mind that hoped he would see you again. The devil on his shoulder needed to stop being so persuasive. 

“He sounds like the best,” your voice had a bit of a flirty undertone, “We should get coffee sometime. I’d love to pick your brain about directing.” 

Say no, Yoongi. Say fucking no! “Yeah sure, that sounds great.”

Nara cheered. The angel on Yoongi’s shoulder face palmed. You grinned, looking effortlessly gorgeous as you whipped out your phone and opened up a new contact. 

How many stupid mistakes was Yoongi going to make today? Too many to count.

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