Why Do You Have A Bra?

“Why do you have a bra?”

hoseok x reader (oc)  (feat. ot7+oc girlfriends) genre: crack; fluff (if you make it to the end) word count: 3.6K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Ok, this was complicated to write lol. But here’s the fic with the missing bra! It involves everyone, and though it’s through Petal/Hoseok’s girlfriend’s pov, it’s also a third person narration with the whole group. This takes place about a week after, “How do we ever make it through your tours?” Tae and Peaches have started moving their relationship from friends to lovers but haven’t quite made it to couple status yet, but the rest of the group are coupled up. And Namjoon has found a bra in the company Cadillac that the members all share. Ok that’s all, I hope it’s easy enough to follow! And as always, I hope you all enjoy, and thanks for reading! :))

“I’m absolutely not driving your company’s Cadillac,” Namjoon’s girlfriend stared at the man, his eyes widening in question as they stood in front of the fancy shiny vehicle.

“Why not?” He questioned the girl. “If anything happens we’ll just say I was driving.”

“Joon, you don’t have a driver’s license,” she pointed out to him bluntly. “I’m not taking any chances, we either walk and carry back food for thirteen people and Kookie by hand, or we take my car.”

“Alright,” he agreed, smiling bashfully. “Ok, hang on I think my sunglasses are in here though,” he noted as he opened the back door of the Cadillac and began rummaging through the back seat.

“You have like a bazillion pairs of sunglasses, you couldn’t grab any of those?” the girl teased, Namjoon sighing.

“A bazillion?” He questioned, enjoying the sound of the girl’s giggles. “I want these ones, they complete the look” he chuckled to himself, amused by his girlfriend’s playful scoff. “I could have sworn they were in-” he started to state as he dug around the seats before moving to check the floor, cutting himself off at the discovery of something. “What the fuck?”

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Fetish For Blood (M)

❥ pairing: vampire!jungkook x witch!reader

❥ genre: vampire au, s2l, smut [18+]

❥ summary: Strolling the streets one night in search of his next meal, Jungkook is puzzled as to why you’re not compelled by his lullaby until he meets you again and figures out why.

❥ wc: 6.8k

❥ warnings: cursing, biting (lots of it), mention of turning into a vampire, drinking blood (like a lot), lurking in the dark with intent to attack, mention and use of compulsion, mention and use of spells, oc calls jungkook a leech, biter, bloodsucker, etc., petnames, making out, grinding, like one toe bite, blood singer!oc, hair pulling, oral sex, fingering (f. receiving), handjob, slight footjob?, hex mention (jokingly), bruising, mention of being drunk due to being bitten, blood play, breast play, blood stained kisses

❥ a/n: i’ve been wanting to write this since last year (?) and never got around to it. also titled after the song freak show by alejandro lema

❥ date: October 29, 2021

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Again

In which you and Namjoon both have feelings for each other and finally do something about it.

→ Pairing: idol!Namjoon x reader

→ word count: idk, it’s short

→ warnings/tags: SFW, slice of life, friends to lovers

→ a/n: a drabble because I’m so proud of the boys for their UN trip and everything they’ve accomplished, also because Namjoon in his sweatshirt at the airport made me want to be his friend that he’s secretly in love with lol

“I want to kiss you.”

The words tumble out before you can stop them, diving one by one into the dishwater below. Your hands pause around a plate as you wait with bated breathe for a response. 

Namjoon stands beside you, holding his dirty plate out to run under the water. He’s also frozen for a moment, staring at you as if wondering if he really heard what you said. 

“Why?”

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Everyone! You should read this! It's so cute and fluffy and warm! The whole series is so awesome and I am excited everytime there is a new post expanding the universe. BTS is so cute with kids and it just makes my heart melt with happiness.

“And if you forget, just be charming.”

jimin x reader (oc) (feat. taehyung x oc girlfriend; jungkook x oc girlfriend) genre: fluff word count: 2.5K

a/n: Ahhhh why was this so hard to write? Lol anyways, this is for the loveliest @stayjimin​. Happy birthday, my love!!!! I figured since you’re studying to be a teacher and Dear just happens to be a teacher, it’s kind of perfect for you <3 I hope 21 is a great year for you, you deserve nothing but the best! And you know how I feel about you but just to remind you, I’m very grateful for you and our friendship. Like I just literally think the world of you, thanks for being in my life. Happy birthday, angel 🧡

Giggling at the way your students squealed and huffed in excitement and nerves for their big end of the year performance, you couldn’t help but find them hilarious. However, trying to organize your class for the concert in all their unruly rowdiness had you questioning your judgement just a bit. Perhaps telling them that a few of the BTS members would be in attendance for their one-song show was a mistake. Just maybe.

You couldn’t blame them for their excitement but you were just hoping they would calm down by the time they had to take the stage. Each class in the school was tasked with learning a song for the concert and upon discovering that you were fairly close with the Bangtan boys themselves, your students selected a BTS song to perform. And well, they were extra jazzed that three of the members would be there to watch it.

“Ok guys, remember, the song is a surprise so no giving away our secrets,” you reminded the kids. It was their decision to make their song selection a surprise after all.

When a fellow teacher came over to alert you that your class was about ten minutes from taking the stage, you felt your heart rate pick up, making you nearly scoff at yourself. Why were you nervous? You weren’t performing, and no one was expecting perfection from a group of six and seven year olds, especially not your friends. But then again, surprises are stressful, and so was managing a group of excited first graders.

Your thoughts were pulled back into the present moment at the sound of the kids yelling and calling out for you, one of their voices sounding above the rest with a “Your boyfriend is here!” as others squealed out “It’s BTS!”

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release (Yoongi x reader)

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Summary: Just two people who realize that between them is more than just the benefits.

Pairing: Yoongi x female reader

Genre: nonidol!AU, fwb, friends to lovers, fluffy smut

Warnings: 18+, some dirty words

Word count: 3.2k

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There's something uncomfortably raw about those moments when realization hits and you're trying to adjust.

Moments where you wish you could turn back time and do things differently. Moments when you have not yet arrived at gratitude for the lesson, but are still swimming in regret. That's what you're at while you're on your way to Yoongi. You feel sore, vulnerable, small. Still, you walk with long strides, shoulders broad, powerful steps, no one would suspect that you are just pretending. Your black clothes are your armour, your boots could easily take you through war. No one bothers you when you look like that. It probably also helps that you are taller than average.

You knock swiftly before you type in the pin code and enter Yoongi’s apartment. You haven’t asked if he is home before deciding you need him to distract you from your relentless mind. You don’t have to ask him any more.

You shut his door and he is already in the hallway, leaning at the wall, eyebrow raised in amusement.

“You couldn’t wait two more days, huh?” he teases, voice deeper than usual. He wears black, just as you. That’s what brought you together back then. Being the only people dressed like that on a party filled with buckets of colour.

He waits until you got rid of your shoes and long coat, before he strolls towards you.

He is just a fingerbreadth taller than you, so you pretty much stand eye to eye, when he reaches you. His hands sneak around your waist, but it’s you that leans forward and bite his lower lip lightly. You always envied him for a mouth like that. It is a stark contrast to his character, perhaps nature's intention to balance its sharpness with some softness. You are crazy about that mouth of his, no matter where it meets your body. You bite him again, still playfully, but he moans quietly, pulling you closer. Biting turns into sucking, his tongue dipping against your lips, begging for entry. You let him in and the sensation pulls a moan from your throat as well. It doesn’t take much from him to light your fire, his hands and mouth are enough. Speaking of hands, big hot palms have worked their way up to your breasts, kneading the flesh devotedly. He's as crazy about your tits as you are about his lips.

He has you topless in no time and your hands are in his hair, running through the silky strands. His hair is a gift from nature too, some woman would kill for hair like that. And don't even get started on his eyelashes. Come to think of it, there are some more things about him, people would probably kill for. But right now, all of that belongs to you and is putty in your hands. He has you backed against the wall, playing you skillfully, but he responds to your hands just as much, sighing and whispering, groaning under his breath. Your lips are swollen by now but you can’t get enough of him, tongue dancing with his, diving deep, nibbling and teasing.

“God, I could kiss your forever,” he sighs, nibbling along your jaw towards your neck, where he sucks a hickey before you can react. It’s the first time he marks you and for some reason it makes you angry. Your groping gets a little rougher and his shirt joins yours on the floor, fingernails scraping on the newly exposed skin. He is much paler than you and you love the contrast when your hands are on him. He also blushes much more than you and you are determined to get him to do just that.

“No foreplay today, just fucking,” you whisper into his ear, before lowering your lips to one of his nipples, making him moan. But he does not blush, but grips tighter, scrapes and kneads.

“I can do that,” he brags smugly, and you get even more impatient. “Where do you want it? Right here, against the wall? Or do you prefer the bed? The dresser in the living room works fine too. Perfect height.” While he recounts the options, his hands have opened the buttons of your jeans and pushed them down your thighs, brushing the front of your panties. You take his hand and put it where you want him the most and he chuckles lowly, slipping under the fabric to where you are hot and ready.

“So desperate for me, hm?”

You just hum in response, busy nibbling at his bare shoulders, while your hands grab his butt, which is still way too covered for your liking. You slide your hands past his sweatpants and boxers and cover his butt cheeks again, worshiping the firm flesh.

“Rough day?”

Yoongi knows you show up uninvited mostly when you feel like crap. He is used to make you feel better by making you come several times in a row. Somehow sex is what works best for you, and he doesn’t offer anything else, you aren’t close like that.

Sometimes he wonders if close is even the right word to describe anything between you. You never met without sleeping with each other so far and usually your ways part shortly afterwards. Even if he intended to just talk, he found himself between your legs sooner or later. Your body was magnetic and why fight it when you obviously have no problem with the way things are. Still sometimes Yoongi wishes for more, a promise or agreement, a certainty, something beyond being just loose fuck buddies.

You never talked about being exclusive, but he is, he stopped sleeping with others the first time he slept with you, back then after you met at that party.

Now you are melting under his touches, but he can tell it’s not enough today, you are fidgety, longing for more.

He also didn’t fail to notice that you ignored his question, and he repeats it, earning an indifferent growl from you.

You are still in the hallway, both naked by now, your clothes covering the floor. Two of his long fingers are knuckles deep inside you, while you are pumping his length, moans filling the air.

“I would like to propose a change of place once again,” Yoongi pants and you consider for a second before dragging him some steps into the living room, towards the dresser, where you hop up without further ado and spread your legs for him. His fingers have only left you for one or two breaths, but you miss him already, putting his hand back to your soaking heat. He stands in front of you, staring, eyes big and dark, pupils blown, lips parted, his hair brushing his cheeks. The most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

All you can think of is finally feeling him thrust into you, until your mind goes blank. He is most reliable when it comes to fuck your brains out and since you met him, you never looked at another man again. The first time with him was literally cathartic, you remember laying next to him afterwards, spent and completely out of your mind, so satisfied like you’ve never been before.

The second time he blew you away was when he immediately replied to your text, agreeing to meet again the next day. You came over to his apartment, and it took barely half an hour before he had you under him on the couch, pounding into you fiercely, after eating you out expertly for what felt like an eternity.

“Yoongi please, “ you whine desperately as he continues to stand motionless between your knees, eyes roaming your face. The sound snaps him out of his trance, and he captures your lips with his again, cupping your breasts, lining his hip up with yours.

When it turned out that your encounters with Yoongi were regular, you gifted yourself an IUD because it meant you didn't have to keep condoms handy all the time. When you told him about it, something in his eyes flickered but it was gone so quickly, you couldn’t make out what it was and before you could ask, he was all over you, ridding you of all thoughts. That day it almost felt like making love. He was gentler than usual, taking you in missionary, looking down at you with hooded eyes, until you melted under him with a deep groan of relief and relaxation

That was months ago. And it still feels different since then. Closer.

Yoongi’s dick entering you achingly slowly interrupts your thoughts. A guttural moan escapes you and you bury your face in the crook of his neck, while letting you get used to the fullness.

It doesn’t take long until you need more friction, and you whimper, wrapping your legs around his hips, pulling him against you firmly.

“Didn't you say you just want to be fucked, “ he murmurs and you nod sighing, eyes closed in pleasure. He picks up pace, thrusting steadily and you welcome him willingly, trying to meet him halfway. You cling to him, spur him on, begging for more and he grunts as his thrusts push the dresser against the wall over and over again. He soon starts to sweat, his body in your arms turning slippery and you grab tighter, now more or less wrapped around him instead of sitting on the dresser. He pushes inside you, met by your moans and curses and you praise him, endless strings of soft words, that tell him how good he makes you feel. His hand is up on the back of your neck, holds on to your waist and all you notice is how close he is, the slickness and heat and the muscles playing underneath your hands, holding onto him for dear life.

“Feeling good?“ Yoongi wants to make sure, out of breath, a low growl next to your ear, sending shivers through your tingling body. You are so close already, just a little bit-

“Yes, so good, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” you pant, sounding so desperate, Yoongi’s heart bursts, causing him to lose his rhythm shortly.

And then the wave crashes and you tumble over the edge, legs cramping around his hips, uttering curses under your breaths, while he helps you through your high.

“Gosh, I love to see you coming apart like that, “ Yoongi grumbles, sucking another mark on your neck. You don’t mind, you feel wonderfully empty and peaceful, and you float in his arms, while he holds you tight.

“One more, baby?”

“Later,” you reply lazily, and he chuckles, changing towards a different pace to reach his own peak, but you stop him soon as an idea forms in your mind.

“What?”

“Can I be on top for a while? I want to feel like I’m the one who makes you come.”

He leans away from you to meet your eyes, curiosity and fondness all over his face. He steps back and you hop down from the dresser, knees still weak from the ride and you take his hand and pull him along to the bedroom, where you kiss him before pushing him gently on the bed, straddling him quickly. You aren’t on top very often, usually you let him do his thing, enjoy being handled, fucked, satisfied properly but today you want to return the favor.

You sink down on his slick throbbing dick, carefully watching him while you do it, eager to please him. He groans quietly, jaw clenched, eyes squeezed shut. You ride him slowly, feeling another climax approaching as he gasps and squirms beneath you. It’s different like this, you in charge of his pleasure and it moves you weirdly to see him trust you with his body. You lean down, brushing your lips against his and he moans, slipping his tongue into your mouth, searching for yours. You forget about moving your hips while you kiss, humming and sighing, enjoying the sensation on your sore skin. You love his taste, you tell him quietly and he opens his eyes quickly, staring up at you, irises black due to the dimness in his bedroom. His lashes wet with sweat, perfectly curved, framing his eyes, sucking in your attention. You stare back and time stops.

“Hi,” you whisper inaudibly, and his eyes smile back at you.

“Hi,” he replies quietly, swallowing hard.

You break into a smile yourself, mirroring his, your hips still motionless around his thickness.

He reaches up, cupping your cheeks with his delicate hands, pulling you down for a soft kiss, stirring a million butterflies inside your belly. A disbelieving laugh finds its way out of you, and you lean back, your eyes never leaving Yoongi’s.

His smile widens at that, turning into a smug grin, setting stars into the night sky that are his eyes.

“Don’t fight it baby,” he says grinning, hands falling to your hips.

“Don’t behave as if you know what’s going on in my head, lover boy,” you counter, only half joking.

“As for the rest of the time, I totally agree with you, but I think at this moment I have a pretty good idea. And I don’t think it’s your head where things happen right now, either.”

You laugh again, unable to help it. You are dizzy with feelings. You are filled to the brim with them. And the way Yoongi stares at you, reveals that he knows he's right. And he doesn't mind at all.

His dick twitches inside you, as if it wants to remind you of its existence. You slowly move up and sink down again, caressing it with your moist walls.

“You feel so damn good, “ Yoongi sighs, shutting his eyes briefly, enjoying the pleasure. You wonder if he is flooded with feelings as much as you are right now, but you don't have to think about it for long, because he keeps talking, pressed and low winded, making your core clench around him with lust.

"Please don't leave today when we're done," he pleads, "please stay the night, I don't want you to go home today."

Realizing that his words might be misleading, he wets his lips, adding "I don't mean today in the sense of just today. I mean it in general. Don't go away. Don't disappear again. Let me be a part of your life. A part of you."

“How can you be such a poet right now, “ you breathe, riding him without haste, despite the coil inside you getting tighter.

He snorts softly, not able to say much more, as he is quickly getting closer to coming with each of your movements. His fingernails sink into the flesh of your hips, probably bruising you, but you don’t notice.

You come first, clenching your teeth to suppress a moan, circling your hips, pressing yourself down on him with a grunt. Yoongi watches you coming apart once more before sitting up and turning you with one swift motion until he has you under him again, thrusting into you much faster, striving for his own orgasm. It doesn’t take long for him to lose himself in you. He is all over the place, nibbling at your lips, puffing shaky exhales against your mouth, before sucking a third mark on your neck and sinking his teeth into your shoulder. And then he bursts, cursing, whining, bucking into you. You feel his cum deep and hot inside you and you pull him closer, holding him tight, suddenly keen on feeling as much of him as possible, as if he could just fly away now that he is finished. But he doesn’t. He carefully sinks down on you, crawls deeper into your arms, pressing his perfect lips to your temple, hot air fanning your skin.

Both of you are quiet, while you come down from your highs. After a while he fumbles around and drags a blanket over you. He is still inside you, when he props himself up on his elbow, looking down at you with smiling eyes.

“If you tried to fuck the romantic thoughts out of me, you failed,” he informs you dryly.

You snort, feelings still buzzing inside you. The past minutes have started something that you aren’t able to stop. If you're honest, it didn't just start a few minutes ago. It was buried inside you for a while already, but you ignored it.

It took the awful moment of realization this morning to tear down the walls around your heart that normally shield you from your feelings. It took a moment of raw vulnerability for your feelings to crawl to the surface and spread until they were too big to ever be stuffed back into the dark again.

Yoongi doesn’t take his eyes off you, while you get lost in your thoughts. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear with his free hand, waiting patiently.

“It’s a little mean to have this talk while you are still inside and on top of me, don’t you think?” you try, but he is not having it.

“I figure it’s all that works to make you stay for the time being.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“Oh, it is.” He grins down at you, fingertips trailing randomly over your face. Eyebrows, nose, cheeks, lips.

“Well then, I’ll stay,” you huff, turning his grin into a full smile, exposing all his tiny teeth.

You didn’t notice his dick has gotten hard again, until he moves slightly, and is rubbing against the sweet spot inside you.

Your eyes grow big, and he raises an eyebrow at you. He rolls his hips a second time, making it hard for your to breathe properly.

“So, I take it we're going to have sex all night?"

Yoongi chuckles and your heart jumps. “I don't think so, but I'm in for a second round.” He places a quick kiss on your lips. "Don't think you're off the hook, baby, we still have a lot to talk about."

“Yeah, I guess,” you sigh, already squirming under his touches. “I can’t believe you are one for talking.”

“I am. Sometimes. Definitely when it comes to you. Prepare for questions like what’s your favorite colour and shit.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, all I know about you is how to make you sigh my name.” As if to prove his point, he pulls out and reaches down between your bodies, slipping his fingers through your folds, circling your clit. You gasp, before releasing a whimper, begging him for more.

“See?”

“I hate you,” you press out but he only laughs.

“No, you don’t. Now be a good girl and come for me again, we got plenty of time tonight and I’m determined to use every second of it.”

So happy you're back! Poor Yoongi is so confused by his feelings, it's so cute I just want to hug him.

The Arrangement Chapter 35

Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi

Chapter Summary: Getting ready for Jin to come over. Our lovebirds adjusting to that weird new feelings stage, slight angst.  AN: You all rock. Thank you so much for the kind words these past few weeks regarding my health and my writing. Seriously. It is very much appreciated. Previous chapter here

You changed into a casual dress for hanging out with Jin. Washing your face and applying a little under eye cream, you tried to make yourself look awake. As you appraised yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t tell that you had spent the earlier part of the day crying. Perfect. You walked out to the living room. Seeing no sign of Yoongi, you headed over to where you had left your phone charging. The phone lit up in the corner, indicating missed messages. Sighing, you unlocked it.

Jimin: text me later when you’re feeling up to it. I’m so sorry about what happened.

Sweet Jimin. You were so grateful to him for reaching out to Yoongi. And also surprised that Yoongi had read the message from Jimin.

YN: Hey. I’m feeling better. Still kind of shitty. But oh well.

Jimin: Wanna go get drunk together?

YN: I already have plans but maybe later XD

Jimin: Plans? A date with your valiant rescuer?

You rolled your eyes. If Jimin only knew. Biting your lip you responded.

YN: :/ Something like that…Watching a game with Jin and Yoongi I think.

Jimin: Lin is letting Jin do stuff?!?!

YN: They broke up a week or so ago.

Jimin: wow. That’s like a record then. Ok. If you get bored with the bro scene hit me up. Glad you’re feeling better :*

YN: Sure thing. Thanks again for texting Yoongi.

Jimin: I got you. Btw it was very hot how he stormed into the office.

You snorted. Oh no. 

YN: …….i think I preferred when you two were enemies XD

The next message you opened caused a smile to fill your face. You saw where Jin had sent several photos of different wine bottles, with an emphasis on their labels. He had sent some cat, elephant, and tarot card inspired designs.

Jin: Which one do you want?

YN: Surprise me. Seriously.

Jin: Too late. I already picked one. It’s not one of the ones I sent.

YN: lol ok.

You sat your phone down and found sadness slowly creeping over you. You glanced around the apartment, eyes darting from the couch where you and Yoongi had shared your first kiss, to the windows that showcased the beautiful view of the Han river. You had only been here a short time, but the thought of leaving filled you with dread and sadness. You looked up at the Loft area. And Yoongi. Fuck you would miss him…you… No. You decided to try not to dwell on what had happened earlier. You had done your job well. The photoshoot would look great in print; the album would be successful, and Namjoon would get over it. And if he didn’t, Yoongi said he would figure something out. You just had to believe in yourself and trust Yoongi. You could do that.

Still looking towards the loft area, you realized that you heard Yoongi’s voice. You moved closer to the stairs and paused near the bottom. You listened carefully, at first wondering if he was on the phone. After several seconds though, it became obvious he was singing. You found yourself leaning in to hear him better. You had heard him rap and sing on his CDs but you had never actually heard him do it in person. The melody descended upon you. It wasn’t a song you were familiar with. You leaned against the wall. The words had stopped and instead he was proceeding to hum the melody once more. Definitely a new song, you mused. Feeling vaguely like you were intruding on something private, you slowly padded back down the stairs and over to the kitchen. You texted Yoongi and Jin.

YN: What do you guys want for food?

Jin: HAMBURGERS

Yoongi: That’s fine.

YN: Text me what you want on them and then text when you are heading over Jin.

Jin: You got it.

Yoongi: Do I have to text my order or can I just tell you?  :p

You yelled up to the loft area, “Brat!”  you giggled and sat your phone down. You would wait a bit longer before placing the order. 

You heard some movement above you and then the slight creaking of the stairs under Yoongi’s weight. He smirked at you as he came into the kitchen. “So don’t text you my order?”

“You’re very funny. You know that?” You rolled your eyes slightly for emphasis. “You seem to be feeling better.” He said, walking around you and over to the refrigerator. He pulled out an iced coffee. “Do you want one?”

You shook your head. “No thanks. I heard you singing a little bit earlier. Is it going to be on your new album?”

Yoongi froze slightly, then forced himself to finish swallowing his sip of coffee. “Did you hear the lyrics?” He licked his chapped lips. You found yourself staring at them.

“No, just some of the melody and then you humming. Sorry. I came out here to check my phone and just kind of overheard it,” you apologized, feeling like you had done something wrong, but not quite sure what.

Yoongi seemed visibly relieved. “Yeah, it’s just one of the ones I’ve been working on. I guess I didn’t even realize I was singing it.”

You leaned across the counter. “Well it sounded good. I look forward to hearing it once it’s all official and stuff.”

“Eh I’m not sure if it will end up on the album. We’ll see. I might end up giving it to Adora to use.” He took another sip of the coffee and placed it on the counter. “The new couch should get here Monday.”

“Nice. Is it going in front of the fireplace or over by the tv?”

Yoongi answered with a groan. “Ugh. We need to move that sofa back to the TV area.” He gestured vaguely to where it was; still parked in front of the fireplace.

“Oh, right.” You started to move over towards it. “You’re not trying to have a nice romantic evening with Jin?” You teased as you started to pull the furniture across the tile.

“Wait for me, speedy.” Yoongi moved around the kitchen island and joined on the other side. “And no. In general I avoid romantic evenings.”

“Oh yeah?” You raised your eyebrows. “What do you call what we’ve been up to lately? “ You two almost had the couch back to its original location.

“I’ve made an exception lately, because I like you.” He clarified, avoiding eye contact.

“Well thank you for your sacrifice. I’m sure it’s been difficult for you.” You responded as the couch arrived back at its original location in front of the television.

Yoongi chewed on his lips. He wasn’t sure if you were joking or not; suddenly very aware that these past few days had altered the course of your relationship in a way that left him both excited and nervous.

You sat down on the couch, letting your head relax against the edge. It had been a fucking day. You expected Yoongi to join you, but the seat next to you remained empty. You looked over to see him gazing pensively out the window. “You ok?”

Yoongi looked back over at you, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean it.”

You cocked your head to the side slightly. “Didn’t mean what?”

He straightened up slightly. “I didn’t mean that I don’t like spending time with you.”

You blinked once. Twice. Trying to figure out what he was referencing. “I know.”

“Oh. ok. Sorry,” He seemed flustered. 

“Hey. Come here.” You said, patting the couch. You were unsure of where this sudden uncertainty had come from. Up until a few minutes ago things had seemed so normal between the two of you despite the changes that had occurred. You worried a little, concerned that this was because of what he had said earlier. Maybe he had changed his mind; maybe he just said those things to make you feel better. No. Yoongi wouldn’t do that, you reassured yourself.

Yoongi sat on the couch, clearly uncomfortable though. 

You scooted closer and took one of his hands in yours. “I know you were joking. Ok? I don’t want things to get weird between us.” 

Yoongi looked into your eyes. How was this happening? He felt his heart beating faster. He locked his lips before beginning, “Aren’t things already weird between us? We’re in a stuffed animal sleeping battle and you started working for me under a marriage contract.” 

You laughed, “Ok. Well. I guess then yes. Things are weird. But,” You shoved his arm playfully. “You know what I mean. I knew you were teasing me earlier. I like your dry sense of humor. I get it. Ok? I think you’re funny. ”

It took Yoongi a second. While he was used to praise for his musical talents, he rarely heard any compliments about his personality. So many people thought he was cold or mean. It took him a second to formulate a response “Yeah. ok. I’m sorry. I guess I’m just overthinking things.” 

You both heard your phones buzz. Yoongi rolled his eyes as he took his phone out of his pocket. “Jin texted his order. He’ll be over in 45 minutes.” 

“Gotcha. Seriously though. Text me your order so I can just copy and paste it into the app.” You played around subconsciously with Yoongi’s hand that was still between yours.

“Ok,” he pulled his hand away slowly, moving it up to your face. He scooted slightly closer as he pressed his mouth against yours. His chapped lips felt perfect. Butterflies filled your stomach, you didn’t think you would ever get used to this. Just as quickly as he kissed you, he pulled away and stood up. “I’m going to go get some more work done. I’ll text you my order.”

“K,” you responded, smiling stupidly up at him as you recovered from the surprise kiss. You watched him wander over to the stairs. Grabbing your phone, you found yourself wondering what the heck had happened just now. Yoongi usually seemed so confident and self-assured it was strange how things had shifted so suddenly. 

You remembered that Yoongi had said he had lots of shitty things happen in his past, much like you. No matter how successful and healed you may be, trauma left its mark deep inside. And much like you found yourself randomly crying in a park one day as a parent yelled at their child, you knew Yoongi likely had events that triggered him. All you could do was hope one day he would talk to you about it more if he wanted to. 

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