PROMPT #1

PROMPT #1

Y/N and Hallie are competing to run the HYBE exhibition. 

Hallie happens to be Yoongi’s childhood friend, and Y/N happens to be the person Yoongi connects with deeply and sleeps with the night before their showcase.

Though the next day, while Y/N thinks she has found something special, Yoongi doesn’t show up for her showcase but Hallie’s and doesn’t give her any explanation. 

Y/N understands his choice and doesn’t connect with him either. Because why should she? Why is Yoongi, then, mad at Y/N for not calling him and acting like they don’t really know each other? 

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Should I expand on this one? 

I’m planning to put out prompts to get feelers for ideas which can be built into a storyline. 

Drop me a text and let me know your thoughts? 

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* indicates the author’s personal favorites

kim namjoon

Obligated 

as a part of the Bound series 

Sugarcoated

Series Index

*For You

as a part of the BANGmeTAN series

Mr. Right 

as a part of the Barracuda series

The New Guy

can’t help it – i’m waiting

It’s Your Turn

friends shouldn’t

Spectator Sport: Intro - Spectator Sport: The First Time

flcker

the draft where you finally kiss in his car after years of longing for something more

the draft where you run into the ex you’re still in love with and accidentally kiss him goodbye

domestic namjoon & a puzzle

100 ways to say ‘I love you’ drabbles

kim seokjin

All Along 

as a part of the Bound series

*Piece By Piece

Series Index

sleeping with a friend

100 ways to say ‘I love you’ drabbles

min yoongi

Fortuitous 

as a part of the Bound series

Spectator Sport: Intro + Spectator Sport: The First Time

if you want a lover

*recent and indecent

debauched dealings

*love is not over

Series Index

the draft where you break up in a small town

the draft where your fuck buddy tries to do something nice and you’re too blind to pick up on it

100 ways to say ‘I love you’ drabbles

jung hoseok

Love on the Brain

Visions of You

as a part of the Deadly Intentions Collab

*recent and indecent

hell on the (cold dead) heart

*Piece By Piece

Series Index

Spectator Sport: Intro

100 ways to say ‘I love you’ drabbles

park jimin

Accidentally in Love

1+1=2 pink lines

Series Index

A Prelude

as a part of the Barracuda series

The Fuckening

Series Index

*Windy City

100 ways to say ‘I love you’ drabbles

kim taehyung

“Every good cult needs a leader” 

Nintendo

*lucky

the draft where you watch the love of your life get married. oh, & you’ve been sleeping with the bride’s ex-boyfriend. did I mention everyone is friends? 

the draft where your camping trip turns into something else entirely

100 ways to say ‘I love you’ drabbles

jeon jungkook

*sweetness + *make it right +  the draft when you say no but regret it

*All Through the Night [1]

Accidentally in Love

for now

a line crossed + a table turned

The Push

“this is why we can’t have nice things” 

the draft where Jeon Jungkook tells you he likes you but you’re afraid of commitment + the follow up

the draft where your camping trip turns into something else entirely

100 ways to say ‘I love you’ drabbles 

ot7 & collaborations

A Very, Merry Ficmas (A Christmas Collaboration)

Collab Masterlist

Once Upon A Holiday (A Christmas Collaboration)

Collab Masterlist

Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tropes (A Christmas Collaboration)

Collab Masterlist

Nightmare On Tumblr.com

Collab Masterlist

You Never Shop Alone

Collab Masterlist

future series

Who’s Your Daddy

Series Index

Moonstruck

Series Index

Universe Index

The Manny Diaries

Series Index

Namjoon Fic Recs (IV)

It's been so long since I last did this! These are just some of the banging Namjoon fics I've come across lately or not so lately oops

Please remember to give these writers a lot of love (comments, reblogs, DMs and asks are all very appreciated)

Finally, if you haven't checked them out already, here are my Namjoon Fic Recs I, II and III.

All of these fics contain smut (strictly 18+).

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Rumor Has It - @jjungkookislife

Mayores - @lonelyhobi

Beyond the facade - @vminity21

Til death do us part - @justimajin

Big boy - @mochilatae

Heartbeat (Also, Coal in your stocking) - @hamsterclaw

Happiness - @indgio

Worth all your while (Also, The lucky ones) - @effortandmore

A fine line - @moni-logues

On tilt - @shina913

Real magic - @here2bbtstrash

Substance - @reliablemitten

Fall apart & redefine - @ugh-yoongi

His majesty - @yoonieper

All night - @luaspersona

Anti-Hero - @goodsoop

Day 17 - Somnophilia & Blowjobs - @borathae

Redamancy - @eoieopda

A little bit in love with you - @joonbo

Fairytale dream - @euphoricfilter

Untitled - @ahundredtimesover

Dark Horse - @readyplayerhobi

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If there are any Namjoon fics you've really enjoyed and aren't on these lists then please feel free to drop a DM/ask! I already know there are so many good ones I've likely missed out on this one but will suddenly remember for the next one lmao

A Steamy Conversation -> MYG

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You'd just needed to use the restroom, you didn't mean to basically end up as a peeping tom

Yoongi x F!Reader word count: 3057 genre: smut, acquaintances hooking up, mean!yoongi (yes i view that as a genre, sue me) warnings: oral (m!receiving), sex in a locker room, (accidental) peeping tom, bratty!reader, gratuitous use of the term good girl & pretty girl, public sex (technically), thick!dick yoongi tagging: @hamsterclaw @btsstan12 prompt: "I want tangerine yoongi fresh out of the shower"

a/n: a drabble request by @hamsterclaw as i battle with my issues writing smut

When you snuck into the men’s locker room the very last thing you expected was to run into a dripping, half naked Min Yoongi grinning at you like the cat who caught the canary. 

You had thought that it was empty because most of the community center’s patrons had headed out once the activities from their summer shindig had concluded. Really, it was your bladder’s fault because it had decided that no, you couldn’t survive the fifteen minute walk back to your apartment and demanded that you take care of it immediately. 

But then, the women’s locker room had been closed for cleaning to your despair and frustration. The individual family bathroom had also been occupied like some damn conspiracy created to deny you the ability to relieve your too full bladder. A condition caused by your insistence on being a ‘hydrated bitch’.

You were seriously reconsidering whether or not the increased need to pee was worth it when it occurred to you to check the men’s. Upon first peek in, it was devoid of people. You’d even called a probably too quiet, “Hello?” only to be met with relative silence.

You figured that meant it was empty and you were safe to slip in and do your business and ideally slip out without anyone knowing. 

Upon exiting the stall and washing your hands, you stepped out of the bathroom area of the locker room and quite literally ran into someone.

Shit. 

The first thing you noticed was that they were wet. The second thing you noticed was that they were naked. Half-naked, technically, because there was a towel wrapped around their waist but still more naked than not. And the third thing you noticed was the lazy smirk on their face. 

Oh. 

You knew that smirk. 

“Yoongi, this isn’t what it looks like,” You say hurriedly, feeling your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. Both of your hands are raised in front of you, palms out, in the universal gesture of I’m innocent, I swear.

Yoongi looks far too amused, too cocky, when he raises a brow at you in a look that indicates he doesn’t believe you. 

Ugh. He’s exasperating. You thought he’d left at least an hour ago. 

“Uh huh,” he drawls, arms folding over his wet, naked chest. You hate how the action draws your attention to it because you can’t stop the way your gaze drifts over him greedily. It’s certainly not helping that there’s a specific droplet of water that’s making its way down the center straight towards his belly button and the "v" of his hips that you want to lick---

“You’d be a lot more believable if you stopped staring at me like you want to devour me.” 

Yoongi’s deep voice had your head snapping up, the cloudiness from lust being blinked out of your eyes. “I wasn’t--” You get distracted by the way water drips from his hairline down his cheek and off his jaw. 

He looks sinfully good with his slicked back orange hair and that fucking smirk that won’t leave his stupid smug face. 

You’re staring again and you can feel your cheeks heating. At this point you feel like you’re permanently blushing. His mouth opens for what surely is another taunt and you exasperatedly try to push past him to escape. Unfortunately, the bag you’ve been carrying manages to snag on something and you lose your grip, sending it crashing into the ground. 

Yoongi loses his towel. 

Your gaze drops to down, for your bag, but your eyes lock onto his dick instead. Fuck.

As far as dicks go, it’s a pretty nice dick. 

It’s half hard, curling towards his stomach. You don’t think it’s particularly long, nothing impressively above average but the girth? It makes you swallow a little and take a step back. Yoongi doesn’t let you get very far away. 

His fingers wrap around the wrist of the hand you’re lifting to cover your mouth, tugging you towards him when he steps closer. The grip he has on you is loose, something you could easily pull free from, but you don’t. Instead, you stumble forward and catch yourself with a palm on Yoongi’s…wet…surprisingly broad chest. 

“It’s okay, you can look if you want,” he tells you, leaning in so you feel the curve of his lips against your cheek and his voice is that low, gravely register that makes you shiver. “You can touch too,” he offers, guiding your hand lower. 

It feels like your brain is short circuiting, overwhelmed by the residual heat from the locker room’s showers, the warmth spreading through your body, and the heat in the man standing across from you’s gaze. Part of you wants to deny your interest in drinking in his body, to avoid touching him despite the fact that you’ve spend several minutes basically gaping at him as he stood confidently across from you. 

The other much stronger part, wants to give in and touch. Yoongi’s inviting you to, he looks sinfully good, and…maybe you want to do something that you think might wipe that smirk off his face. 

So, you pull your hand away and find yourself grinning when Yoongi’s body tenses up because he’s waiting for you to act. The hand pressed against his chest slides a little higher, fingers digging into the flesh above his collarbone, and you step a tiny bit closer. Your other one slips between your bodies and wraps around his cock. 

Or, well, that’s what you were trying to do. 

You’d thought his girth was impressive upon sight, but now that you’ve got your palm wrapped around it you’re faced with the reality of just how thick he is. He’s heavy in your hand with your fingers unable to wrap around the width of his shaft. 

“Fuck,” you hiss. Your graze drags upward, eyes wide when you meet Yoongi’s half-lidded gaze. The smirk’s dropped slightly and you almost think he’s looking at you with something like fondness when the cockiness overtakes him again. 

“We should,” he says, far too conversationally for the tension swirling in the air. 

You take a moment to weigh the options in your head, absentmindedly stroking his cock while you chew on your lip. Yoongi hisses, thick fingers curling around your wrist again to stop you. 

“You can’t play with my dick while you’re deciding if we’re going to fuck,” he groans and when you smirk at him, his grip tightens. 

“It’s helping me make a decision,” you cheekily reply and the way Yoongi’s gaze darkens sends a flush of arousal through you. When he was smirking at you earlier you were embarrassed but now, with his dick in your grasp and him looking at you like that you feel powerful, aroused, and frankly? 

Bratty. 

So, while your hand can’t freely move you can tighten your grip around him, fingers stretching like you might be able to get your thumb and middle finger to meet if you try hard enough. His brow arches in response, mouth twisting into a frown as he presses closer, reaching for your hip with his other hand. 

“What are you doing pretty girl?” Somehow, his voice has gotten deeper, huskier and you bite your cheek to hold back the moan it incites from you. 

“Mm, nothing.” 

“Doesn’t feel like nothing,” he says and you can hear the warning in his tone. It doesn’t stop you. “It feels like,” he pauses, pulling your hand away completely and sliding his fingers between yours when he moves forward, forcing you to walk backwards until you hit one of the walls, “you’re taunting me.” 

Like this, Yoongi seems to tower over you and that makes your heart race. You try to maintain eye contact with him, but your gaze keeps dropping to his mouth. His lips look soft, plush, and oh-so kissable. You want him to kiss you, but you don’t want to ask. 

“Good girls get kissed,” Yoongi’s words interrupt your thoughts. Shit, you must’ve said them outloud. “Girls who like to taunt and tease don’t.” He leans in close enough that his mouth hovers above yours and his breath is warm on your face. “Now are you going to be a good girl?”

You pout, stretching to try and close the distance between you but Yoongi sees right through you and pulls far enough back that you can’t. When you try to follow you find that he’s captured your other hand and brought them both over your head. 

“Fine,” you huff, trying to pretend like you don’t find all of this incredibly attractive. You’ve always found the man attractive, you just didn’t think that he thought the same. Or that you’d end up here after wanting him to fuck you while also not wanting to admit it. 

Yoongi’s head tilts, damp strands falling across his forehead, and looks at you expectantly. You blink back up at him. 

“I didn’t realize you were such a brat,” he sighs in a way that tells you he’s more amused than displeased. “Guess you’ll have to earn your kiss.” 

You’re furrowing your brow before his grip on you shifts to your shoulders and applies enough pressure to coax you downward. You resist just enough to make his gaze narrow before easily, and willingly, sinking to the ground. It’s not exactly pleasant on your knees but it puts you directly in front of Yoongi’s now very hard dick. 

Like this, it seems even bigger than it felt and that makes your mouth water. 

“Why don’t we put that bratty mouth of your to good use?” He says, hand slipping up to caress your cheek before his fingers tangle in your hair. 

You think about being bratty, to say something to make him pull your hair, to punish you, but you also think about how you want him to kiss you. How you want to be called good girl and be praised. But mostly you’re thinking about how you want to see how much of him you can fit into your mouth, if you can even fit more than the head inside. 

So, when Yoongi takes his cock in his hand and smears the leaking head across your lips and says, “Open up pretty,” your mouth falls open. Your tongue lolls out and you think you ought to be embarrassed but you aren’t.

How could you be when he’s looking at you like that?

He taps the head against your outstretched tongue, nails scraping along your scalp when he tilts your head back just enough that you have to look at him. “Wider baby, or it’s not going to fit.” 

You’re eager to do as he asks, relaxing your jaw until your mouth is as open as it can get. Even then, when his hips push forward and you can actually feel the weight of his dick on your tongue you know it’s going to be a struggle. Your jaw is going to ache for days, probably, and you’re not sure you’ve ever wanted anything more. 

The taste of precome is salty on your tongue when you manage to swallow the spit that’s gathered in anticipation. Your lips close around the head, suckling as you look up at him with wide, blinking eyes. Yoongi’s own gaze is heated, eyes half closed and a hint of smugness clinging to the curve of his mouth. 

The bratty side of you wants to make his knees buckle, but the side of you that wants your promised kiss insists that you be good and ultimately wins. 

Yoongi is surprisingly gentle when he starts to trust shallowly into your mouth, letting you get used to the thickness of the shaft sliding across your tongue. Still, it doesn’t take long before both of you grow impatient; your hands wrapping around his dick and his grip tightening in your hair when his pace increases. 

He thrusts sharply enough to hit the back of your throat and you gag, eyes watering when you try not to cough or jerk away. Concern flickers across his face for half a second before you resume stroking with your hands, pulling your head back enough to feel like you can breathe but not so far that you might pull off. 

The eagerness in which you return to the task of sucking him off reassures Yoongi that you’re fine and the man doesn’t waste time when it comes to helping you with your task. The grip in your hair pushes your head further down, making you gag again, and his speed increases leading you to believe that he’s close even if he’s been relatively quiet outside of grunts and moans here and there. 

Normally you’d prefer your men more vocal, but you can tell that Yoongi’s holding back if the way his face twists in pleasure is any indication. There’s a warm coil in your belly at the thought of what you might do that would make him break, that’d get him singing for you and you hope that this whole thing doesn’t just end once he comes. 

Yoongi might seem like he enjoys being mean to you, but he doesn’t strike you as someone who would be cruel like that. 

When his hand reaches down to wrap around his cock, you let yours fall to your thighs and let him do whatever he wants because you’re a little more eager than you’d like to admit for him to come. You’re enjoying yourself, immensely, but both your jaw and knees are starting to ache. 

He pulls back until just the head is still in your mouth and says, “Be a good girl and open wide.” 

Despite your reservations that you can't you do your best to relax your jaw until it really can’t drop down any further again. Fortunately he seems pleased, letting out a low moan when he comes. 

Yoongi pulls back, dark eyes taking in the sight of you with a smirk. 

You hold your mouth open, tongue stretched out as far as it can go so that you can show off all the come that’s collected. The act seems to please Yoongi who lets out a hum that you think could almost be mistaken for a cat’s purr. He taps his cockhead against your tongue a few times, like he’s shaking off any stray drops, before tipping his chin up in a gesture that makes you think he wants you to swallow.

So you do, taking pleasure in the way he seems to watch the way your throat bobs as you swallow. You also enjoy the way he watches you lick your lips messily, nosily smacking them together to ensure there’s not an ounce of his seed left. 

Once again, you let your tongue loll out of your mouth to show him that you’re the good girl he’s wanted you to be and there’s nothing left. It shouldn’t thrill you so much, how pleased he looked or how clouded with lust his expression still is. Nor should you be so eager to take his hand when holds it out to you.

If you’re enamored with the way your hand fits in his, well, that’s your secret to keep. 

When Yoongi pulls you to your feet, your legs wobble, pinpricks of sleeping limbs from being held in one position for too long, and you stumble into his still very naked chest. It’s no longer wet though, to your disappointment, as the thought of getting to lick droplets off his sternum flickers to mind again. 

His finger hooking beneath your chin bring you back to the real world and you don’t resist when he tips it up so that you’re looking at him. 

“What are you thinking pretty girl?” He asks, that low gravelly register of his making you shiver as much as it makes your pussy throb. 

You don’t want to admit your daydream however, because you’re not sure you could handle what he might do with the information so instead you pout, blinking pretty at him. “I was wondering where my kiss was,” you say, low and sultry, “I was a good girl wasn’t I?” 

He hums, shifting so his palm rests against your skin with his fingers splayed across your cheek and his thumb pressing down on your slick and swollen lip. Your tongue licks out to lick at the tip before you give him your best pouty look. 

“The best,” he says finally, leaning in and capturing your mouth with his in the promised kiss. 

Yoongi starts slow, leisurely like he has all the time in the world to kiss you against the wall of the men’s locker room and not like he’s butt naked with his towel forgotten on the floor. His teeth nip at your lower lip, making you gasp and he takes advantage, deepening the kiss and licking into your mouth. 

When he draws away, he’s pulling your lip with him and you blink up, blearily, with a heaving chest. He looks so smug that you want to hit him, but you’re a little too woozy from everything he’s done to you and he’s not even touched in the ways you know you’re aching for. 

“I’m going to get dressed, be a good girl and wait here for me okay?” 

You’re nodding before you realize it, thighs pressing together like it’ll help the throbbing between them. “Yoon--”

“I have another reward for you, for being so good for me,” he interrupts, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear when he backs away. “You’ll get it when we get to my place, then…” Yoongi pauses, suddenly looking a little less sure of himself, “dinner after?”

You can’t help the huff of laughter when you push off the wall and shove him. “Yeah,” you reply, amused by his sudden uncertainty,  “We can do dinner. Now hurry up.” 

His smugness returns, the man straightening as he turns away and you resist the urge to slap his ass as you watch him go. 

You certainly hadn’t expected your trip to the bathroom to end up like this, but you’re definitely not complaining. 

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#2 The Bookshop

Y/N just wants to buy her books, and Yoongi is happy to help.

Pairing: Yoongi x F!reader

Genre: Fluff, Non-idol AU

Warnings: None

Words: 1.7K+

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“Hi, could you tell me till when is this place open?” The movie was supposed to go on till 8, and I was hoping I could still come to the bookshop and get my list.

“Till 8.” The cashier replied without looking up.

“Shit.”

He looked up, his face in a frown, as his dark eyes questioned the sudden curse word, I blurted instinctively, “Can I help you?”

“Would it be possible to keep the shop open for like ten more minutes?” Hoping he saw the desperation in my eyes. “Yoongi…” I read his name tag, “I have a list of books to buy, I promise, but I have a movie to catch before and…”

“You can take books inside the hall.” He said, again in his deadpan voice. “They let you.”

“Oh, I know, I just,” How will I explain this? “I’m on a date, or I have a date. And, it’ll be too nerdy, I think if I take like ten books inside the hall. And, it’s arranged by my parents, so I gotta be on my best behaviour which means I gotta act a certain way, and umm, carrying a heavy bag of books will not work if that makes sense.”

“It doesn’t,” Yoongi replied.

“Just till 8:10. The movie finishes at 8 so I promise I’ll be here at 8:02 and be out of here before 8:10!” I tried to reason with him.

“You are going to run out of the hall and be here in 2 mins after your movie end?” He repeated, and I nodded my head. “Not gonna say bye to your date?” He smirked.

“Shit.”

Yoongi’s smile reached his eyes, “Did you say you want to buy ten books?” I nodded. “You have a list?”

“It’s in my phone,” where was this going?

“Give it to me, and I’ll keep them ready.” He put out the placard with the shop’s email. “Till 8:20, not a minute late.”

“Oh my gosh, yes, thank you so much!” I quickly snapped a picture of the email, “I’ll just email this to you!” I said, running out of the shop.

Turns out, this guy was worse off than the previous date I had been on. I really thought watching a movie will make this date fun, and bring out character, but my mother’s next-man-I-should-be-considering-to-date was here in a suit, looking extremely out of place, and typed on his phone for the major part of the movie. I wanted to ask why he bothered to turn up since we had spoken ten lines to each other, and he took a call between these lines, where he spoke way more, but he wasn’t interesting enough for this introspection.

“Okay, so thanks for the movie,” It was 8:01.

“Yeah, this was fun. Let me walk you to your car,” he said between sending another message.

“I’m actually going to go to the bookshop.”

“It’s going to be closed right now.” Most of the shops were shutting down around us.

“The person at the store told me he will keep it open.” Wow, we are at 15 lines.

“I’ll walk you till there, then.” He nodded. He got another call on the way, and I increased my pace.

The door of the shop was open, and I hoped he would leave me here and go on with his texting.

“It’s a friend’s birthday tomorrow, and I’m planning it,” my date finally wrapped his call after making me stand another minute in front of the shop. It was 8:07, and I could see Yoongi prepping to close the store. “But, this was fun. We should do this again! Why don’t you come for-“

“Why?” I said, losing my patience. “Why should we do this again?”

“You didn’t like a movie?” He asked, laughing.

“I don’t need a date to watch a movie.”

“We can do something else, then,” He said, dismissing my comment. His phone started ringing again.

“No, once was enough. I don’t think I need to see you text in another setting.” I said. “Thanks for today, though. I’ll see you around.” I waved and took a step inside the store.

“I told you that I’m planning a party tomorrow,” He yelled, annoyed.

“And I just told you that a second date is not happening. Have a great party!” I pushed the shop door so it’d close on his face, but it was too slow for it to have that BANG effect.

I turned around to see, Yoongi staring at me, “Sorry, was I not supposed to close the door?”

“No, close away. He is still standing there, though,” Yoongi pointed at the door.

“I can’t turn around. It’ll ruin my swag,” thankfully, Yoongi looked amused.

“Here are your books,” He put three big bags in front of me. “15 in total, you can check, of course,” He pushed them towards me. “He is still standing outside, by the way. Was the date that bad?” I’m sure my face looked more confused than it really was, but the bag was missing a few books. “I kinda heard your interaction.”

“He was on his phone the entire time. Why come on a date if you can’t give your time?” I explained, “A few books are missing. Did you get the second screenshot too?”

“Yeah, they are out of stock. Should be coming in next week cause I just placed an order for them.” Yoongi helped put the books back in the bag.

“No worries, I just want to stop going on these stupid dates. My mother calls it networking? Something I should be doing in a new city, but I’m not making friends like this. And he was just rude. Fuck, is he still out there?” I couldn’t turn back, but Yoongi’s face had a small, pitiful smile as he nodded.

“I can’t go out with these books. Why isn’t he leaving!”

“Why can’t you go out with these books? The date was a failure. Who cares?” He shrugs.

“No, ‘cause he will go back and tell his friends that I was the unsociable one who walked out with three huge bags of books, and who does that on a date? But the actual narrative will be that he was the asshole who answered five calls while the movie was going on!”

“And how will you tell this narrative to all the people?” Yoongi laughed, handing me the bill, “I mean, you are new in the city, right? How will these ‘people’ know?”

“I was just going to tell my mother,” I shrugged. “The circle of the rich and powerful is tiny. It will trickle down from my mother to her friends, to the kids, and there will be another narrative of why I’m declining a date with the son of the owner of Exon Internationals.”

“Oh, is that Jae?” Yoongi looked over my shoulder again, and why was this man not leaving? “Looked familiar…”

“You know him?” Shocked cause why would a bookshop cashier know my date? I didn’t know him before, I was shown his face and given his credentials either.

“It’s a tiny circle,” Yoongi smiled. “So, you can’t walk out with these books?” I shook my head. “Okay, I’ll walk out with you then? These will be my books.” He switched off the computer and took his name tag off. “Give me a second,” He said, walking to the backroom. He came out in a second, switching off the lights, with his blazer in his arms. I couldn’t help checking him out. He was lean, but his arms looked strong. Not to mention, he was handsome, way more than serial texter Jae.

“Let’s go?” He took the bags off the counter and walked towards the door. Jae was still there, and he looked up as we came out of the store.

“Yoongi! Hey man! What are you doing here?” Jae exclaimed the most animated he had been tonight.

“It’s my store,” Yoongi said as he entered the lock code in the system. “How have you been? I heard about the London meeting.” What was happening? How did Yoongi know him?

“Yeah, man! But dad is handling that! What a blunder, man. I gotta learn from you!” Jae was buttering Yoongi up. He looked almost submissive as Yoongi stood tall in front of him. “But, what are you doing here? Dad told me you visited stores, but you’re like fully working and all.”

“I’m so confused,” I mumbled, looking between both of them.

“Hey! You know him. This is Min Yoongi. He is the prince in line to take over the Min Books!” Jae was indeed a fan, it seems. Min Books, a chain of mega bookstores. They were redefining reading, as the articles will tell you.

“Prince?” Yoongi coughed. “You’re always funny, Jae. Shall we walk to your car?” Yoongi looked at me.

“I took a cab,” I deadpanned.

“I’ll drive you then. Mind holding my bags for me? It’s getting chilly,” Yoongi handed me the bags as he wore his blazer. “It was nice seeing you, Jae.” He shook Jae’s hand, who still was looking at Yoongi like he was a rockstar. “Come on,” He took the bags from me and started walking towards the parking lot.

I quickly looked at Jae, who looked at me, wanting to say something, but I promptly muttered bye and ran behind Yoongi. “Here, let me take these,” I asked, pulling the bags.

“It’s no problem at all,” Yoongi smiled.

“Thank you for saving me there. You are quite the rockstar.” I said, catching up to his speed. “I’ll need to go the opposite way for the cab though…”

“I’ll leave you home…if that is okay with you?” He stopped.

“You’re Min Yoongi…” I looked at him, my cashier for the day.

“I am.”

“You’re on my mother’s list of people I should date…”

“L/N?” He questioned like he didn’t bill the books to my name. “I think we are scheduled for next Friday?” His smile really does reach his eyes.

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Author’s Note: I hope you enjoyed reading this! Should I write their date as well? 

Happy to hear some requests if you guys have some? 

See you soon!