So What? | MYG | Chapter 9

So What? | MYG | Chapter 9

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader 

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

WC: 1.7K

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A month after the fever incident, you and Yoongi grew closer to each other. Having ups and downs, he was always there for you and you tried to be there for him. The problem is, sometimes you were the one who put him down. 

Coming the Christmas season, you were going to make your famous sandwich macaroons. Why are they called that? Cause they’re literally sandwich huge and they don’t just hold icing in-between. This is the first Christmas you are having with Yoongi and you hope to make it as memorable for him as possible. 

You wake up early in the morning to prepare the ingredients needed and breakfast. When Yoongi came out of your bedroom, holding his cat stuffy by the paw, you couldn’t help but coo at him. His hair was dishevelled and his clothes rumbled, with a deep pout on his lips. 

“Have some breakfast, Yoongi.” You pointed to the plate on the coffee table in the living room. The television was on, currently showing the news. You knew Lils would come over to help you with your macaroons but you wanted to get the meringue done before her arrival. 

That was your plan and you don’t know how it went so haywire to both you and Yoongi standing in the middle of the kitchen, covered in flour and Hoseok laughing so hard he’s on the ground. 

“No! Don’t-” You weren’t fast enough to stop Yoongi from licking the flour off his fingers, face immediately scrunching up. “Yeah, raw flour doesn’t taste nice.”

Yoongi was washing his tongue in the basin and Hoseok just couldn’t hold in another round of laughter. The doorcode chimed and Lils entered the house to directly see - “Oh this is gonna be good.” She smirked. - everybody covered in flour. 

The both of you chased the two males out of the kitchen, starting on the actual preparations for the Christmas food. Meringue is simple to make as long as you have a mixer. The problem is whether the meringue is overwhipped or underwhipped - more like overwhipped. The protein bonds of the meringue will over-tighten, causing it to become lumpy when mixed with flour. 

The both of you were baking 4 different colours of macaroons, 4 different flavours, and a total of 56 desserts. After all the meringue was placed on the table, Lils started to hold the ingredients together. You called Yoongi back into the kitchen, asking him for some help to cut and make the filling. You had him wash and cut the fruits, make the filling, and buy ice cream since you forgot. Coming back with a bag full of ice cream, Yoongi slowly placed them in the freezer, closely watching the first batch of macaroons in the oven. 

“How long are they going to take?” He asked.

Lils replied, “Not long. About another five more minutes they should be done.”

Yoongi nodded, walking over to you, and leaning over the side of the sink to figure out what you’re doing. “Just dishes, Yoon.” You held out a clean dish. “Wanna help?” Yoongi took it from your hands and began drying tube wet dishes placed on the now-clean countertop. 

Over the past month, you realised that sometimes Yoongi needed a little boost of confidence in himself. While he is slowly growing out of the shell he once curled into, occasionally he stood by your side, waiting for you to ask him instead of jumping to the job. 

You didn’t mind helping him. In fact, you were glad that he was healing. It was better than nothing and you were glad he is comfortable to stand beside you and ask for help. It was a long way the both of you have gotten from him hiding under your sofa and you were afraid of him and you were glad things are progressing. 

Once the dishes were done, the fourth batch was in too. Having a larger oven means more space and therefore, a faster process. You only use two racks, counting from the bottom. The top rack has always remained empty when baking macaroons to ensure that the top doesn’t brown. 

Lillianne was warming up the Nutella in the double boiler, having already finished a pack. “Anything else to do?” You looked around. Fruits were washed, dried, and cut so that was done; Nutella is what Lils is working on now, so there was no need to do them; and ice cream is store-bought, so there was no need to do anything but scoop them out once the macaroons are completed. 

“Well, the first two batches can come off the baking sheets already.” Lils pointed over to where she placed them with a spatula. 

“Okay.” You looked over to Yoongi. “Come on, I’ll show you how to take them out.” 

The both of you walked over to the baking sheets that were lined neatly on the cooling rack. You placed a finger under the sheets to test which ones are ready. Each batch is one colour, each sheet has seven, each colour has fourteen macaroon shells, and each flavour has seven giant macaroons. 

The turquoise and purple ones seemed to be the first batch, and leading Yoongi over, you showed him how to peel them off the baking sheet. “Just hold the end of the baking sheet and slowly pull. Then leave them on the baking sheet but we bring them over to the table so that we can free up the space of the cooling rack for the next batch. 

The both of you worked in silence, quickly finishing the task at hand. “Okay, so we have peppermint and vanilla,” pointing to the turquoise-coloured macaroons, “Raspberry and Nutella,” pointing over to the rose-coloured macaroons that were baking in the oven, “Nutella and vanilla,” pointing over to the last batch of macaroons on the cooling tray, “And lastly, lavender and vanilla.” pointing over to the purple-coloured macaroons. 

Yoongi nodded. You headed over to the freezer to get a tub of peppermint and vanilla ice cream. “Let’s get filling!” Yoongi retrieved the baking sheets and followed you over to the dining room. The both of you working in comfortable silence. Hoseok soon came in carrying a tray of ingredients, sitting down and giving you a hand as well. 

This was a normal tradition for your family. Usually, Seokjin would be here as well, but with the upcoming Christmas and sudden boost of business, he found himself extremely busy this term. You and Lils weren’t missing out on macaroons so the both of you took a day’s break, promising that you would be heading back to work tomorrow. 

Seokjin would probably come in the night as both of you are making cookies and wrapping gifts. 

Once all the macaroons are filled and stored, you take a break and cook a late lunch. 3 p.m. is considered a late lunch, right? As all of you sat in the dining room, Lils and you chatted about what type of cookies to do for this year while the boys were giving inputs. Hoseok absolutely loves peppermint chocolate and wants it for this year’s cookie treats. However, Yoongi prefers gingerbread and hazelnut as it suits the theme better. Both the boys soon got into a heated debate on which flavour would make it to the top charts of the 2023 Christmas Cookie Treats. 

One factor that Hoseok forgot, is that there are six different flavours of cookies every year. Lils and you left them quarrelling and continued to discuss. They can get it out of themselves later on. Lunch was soon over and the four of you started on the cookies - peppermint and chocolate, gingerbread and hazelnut, orange clove, salted caramel with choco chips, pumpkin and spice, and nutmeg and white choco chips. 

The process of baking cookies is much easier than macaroons. Soon, you’ve cleared up the space for the dinner that Seokjin brought. 

“What happens to the shop?” You asked.

“Nah, some of the part-timers are working there today and Jie-Ying has the key so I just left,” Seokjin told you with a mouth stuffed with food. You nodded. 

Dinner was just like lunch, just more chaotic now that you have Kim Seokjin in the room. Your loud, boisterous brother has his way of making life seem dull and bright at the same time. You rolled your eyes at the next dad joke he made. 

Honestly, you didn’t know how you managed to live with him all those years. Hoseok’s phone started ringing and he excused himself into the living room.

Hushed, frantic whispers could be heard as he walked out but everyone’s concern was soon blanketed over when Seokjin and Lils started quarrelling about who had the prettier face in the group. 

Hoseok came back in with a solemn face, sliding his phone into the pocket of his jacket. Everybody looked at him. 

“What?” 

His hair looked like he ran through it more times in that 15-minute phone call than the hours he spent baking today. 

“I have some news. You might want to swallow the food first.” Hoseok sighed and shifted a chair to sit on. “The Parks will be receiving a call soon as well.”

You looked at your friend. “Just spit it out, Hobi.”

Hoseok sighed. “Robbinson,” Yoongi stiffened at the name. “We found him. Now it is a matter of catching him. The Sky Team will be flying out in an hour and I will be flying with my own crew within a few hours.” Hosoek looked up with tired eyes. “When we catch him, we would need witnesses and testaments. The hybrids that are just out of the facility may be too scared to give one.” 

Hoseok kept silent for the next few seconds. “And?” You pressed. 

No answer. 

“Hoseok.” Seokjin’s voice was stern. “Just say it.”

He looked at Yoongi. “I understand the pressure of asking you this. Ultimately, it is your choice. However, I am asking you, not as an agent nor a friend, but as a citizen of the country, to be one of the witnesses and give your testament to the court.” 

The air in the room charged tenfold and within a matter of seconds, all hell broke loose. 

Bibliothèque

➭ “You are at the very top of your college cohort, an A grade student on the fast track to a life of success. You know the answers to everything, or at least you think you do. That is until you meet quirky genius Kim Taehyung.”

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: smut, fluff, college au, college rivals au, librarian!tae

wordcount: 15k

❀ 3 / 8 of my oneshot requests ❀

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Amalthea || KSJ || Masterpost

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Title: Amalthea

Status: Complete - all parts posted!

WC: 40k

Rating: NSFW - minors dni

Genre: best friend's older brother!au, angst smut fluff trifecta

Summary: You can count on two things in life. One: that your lifelong best friend Minji will always be there for you, in your corner, your brightest star. Two: that you'll never be free from her older brother Seokjin's orbit - the gravitational pull is just too strong.

Warnings:  language, drinking, angst, time jumps, pov changes, this whole thing could’ve been 10k if i were mentally well, way too many deeply pretentious space references, kissing, explicit sex (chapters will have individual warnings), Jin calls reader “Beautiful” as a pet name but only like twice, Jinkook as actual brothers bc fuck biology!

Author's Note: thank you to @yoongiphoria @here2bbtstrash and @kookstempo for beta-ing. MJ you especially answered six THOUSAND questions about this as I worked and I THANK YOU 😭🥰

Series teaser:

There have been many times through your life where you felt like you were clutching Minji’s hand through the fire. 

You still remember clearly the way she’d bounded up to your locker, back when you were thirteen, squealing and excited because the most popular girl in your year had invited her over. 

You still remember her sobbing on your bed weeks later when it came to light that the girl - who wouldn’t be the last to try - was just trying to get an “in” with Minji’s hot, older brother.

“You know I would never, right?” you’d promised her. Stupid, at fourteen, not clarifying that you meant never use you to get to him. Stupid, because then you were sixteen and then eighteen and then twenty-one and then twenty-six and you weren’t sure what you had actually promised - had Minji heard it as I would never get involved with him? 

“I know,” she’d sobbed, reaching one hand blindly to clutch at yours. “I know you wouldn’t.”

And now you’re twenty-eight and the secrets you’ve kept keep piling up - each day you love him, another pebble atop the pile.

1. Asterism || WC: 9.5k

A prominent star pattern that is not a full constellation

2. Retrograde || WC: 9.5k

When a celestial object moves "backwards" or reverse of "normal" motion

3. Libration || WC: 14k

A slight tilting of the Moon over time that brings parts of the Moon that are normally obscured into view

4. Perilune || WC: 8k

The point of an elliptical lunar orbit where the satellite and the Moon are the closest

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black hair supremacy ♡

pirate/captain!jimin kidnaps reader and makes her his personal little princess, one dark and stormy night he comes to his chamber, blood on his hands and drunk as fuck, something shines in shades of green. he finally found that necklace he's been looking for years, he puts it on the reader's neck. makes her drink rum with him.

the emerald is so big and heavy on her naked chest, but jimin doesn't care. he asks the reader to ride him, she looks so fragile and tiny on top of his body. she doesn't have the energy (besides being forced to drink) to go up and down and jimin moves down her to make her jump. enjoying how she squeals from how big he is...

wrote this ask drunk as fuck 2 hours ago

this is the perfect request for jimtober 🫶🏻 ty, blue 🥹 ily more to come, guys!! working on it

☆ pairing: pirate!jimin x fem!reader

★ warnings: smut, implied kidnapping, dub-con.

The night is cold and rainy, a storm approaching, seeing a flash of lighting on the horizon. It's loud and angry, the heavy waves making the ship swivel from left to right.

Jimin looks at the green jewel sitting in the palm of his hand, fresh traces of blood staining the beautiful emerald. He hardly remembers what happened earlier in the evening when they landed on the nearest coastal town.

He knows he drank there, if the bottle of rum in his other hand is any proof of it. He's been searching for this specific necklace for a long time. He's only ever heard about it as a rumour, a treasure coveted by every pirate of the sea.

The satisfaction to have it in his possession now is exhilarating, and by the red fluid covering his hands he can tell he didn't get it without winning a fight that seemingly ended in a carnage.

But what wouldn't he do for his pretty princess?

When he arrives in front of his chamber, he unlocks the door, knowing he'll find you inside waiting for him. He gets everything all bloody, but he doesn't pay it any mind. The rain will probably wipe the stains off by the morning anyway.

As he enters, your head immediately turns around, shifting your position on the bed. He makes sure to lock the door behind him — he wouldn't want you to run away, just in case this silly thought passes through your mind again.

"My beautiful girl," he sings in a low tone, sounding sweet and sultry to your ears. He smiles, but you don't do it back. You only stare at him with unsure eyes, maybe a bit fearful, a bit hesitant to trust him.

After all, he took you away from your home and made you his personal plaything that he likes to dress-up in beautiful and expensive clothes he steals. He treats you like a princess, but his intentions are evil and selfish, not at all generous.

You're only wearing one of his white dress shirt, a little transparent, your cute nipples visible under the cotton material. You had sex last night — like pretty much every other night — and he left early in the morning, only coming back now, the moon shining in the dark sky.

He approaches you, the necklace secured in his tight grip. Your heart races faster when you see the blood, not wanting it on your body, staining your skin in someone else's tragedy. You back away until your back hits the wooden wall of the ship, eyes anxiously shifting between Jimin's hands and his face.

"I've got you something, come here," he softly orders, but you don't budge so he has to pull you over to him by your arm. You wince, keeping your mouth close because you don't really want to know why he's covered in blood.

You shut your eyes when he passes the jewelry over your head, feeling the heavy emerald press down between your breasts.

"Splendid," you hear him say. You open your eyes and look down, the bloody diamond sitting heavily on your chest. Jimin lifts your chin up with one finger. "Open up, doll," he instructs and when you do so he pours some of the rum in your mouth.

It burns your throat, the alcohol really strong, stinging your tongue. You swallow everything he gives you.

It's no surprise that you find yourself on top of him later, his hard cock in you. You go up and down with difficulty, totally out of energy, but Jimin forces you to keep going, bouncing on his length. You're really wet, his member sliding in so smoothly in your pussy without any restraint, surely the fault of the alcohol in your system.

Your shaky hands are placed on his stomach, using it to keep your balance as your ass comes down to meet his strong thighs. You look so weak above him, struggling to fuck yourself on his fat cock, stretching out your cunt impossibly wide.

Your limbs have no muscles, no strength, and yet, he makes you ride him until you can't no more. He likes to drain you out, see you small and trembling on top of him as if you're going to break apart in any second like porcelain falling on the floor.

Your eyes are watery, quietly sniffing as you whine, slowing even more your pace to Jimin's boredom. He picks up your hips and makes you jump on him by himself, guiding you over his stiff, engorged cock.

"Ah!" You squeak uncomfortably, frowning as his girth stretches you out painfully despite your wetness that isn't enough to make things more bearable to you. "Big, too b-big," you babble out, blinking repeatedly as your tears fall out from your eyes.

"Shhh," he tries to soothe you, pressing your hips down on him, pussy quivering around him. "You can take it, doll. I know you can," he encourages, but it doesn't really work. You don't understand how you still aren't used to his size after so many times. Maybe you just aren't made to be together, but Jimin will never accept to hear that.

He moves you up and down, cock entering and exiting your hole. He lets out a deep and elongated moan, feeling how your pussy tightly wraps around his girth.

"That's it, pretty. Continue like that, gonna cum," Jimin praises, his mouth hanging open to let out heavy breaths and groans. You look up, exhaling as you try to focus on riding him, little pearls rolling down your cheeks. "Pussy's so tight, shit."

A few minutes pass and you hear a grunt coming out from him, indicating he's near his end. You look at him and he looks at you, biting down on his lip as he starts thrusting up in you with force, making your tits bounce up on your chest.

"Jimin... Jimin!" You cry his name through his hard thrusts, snapping his hips up against yours.

"Fuck!" He curses out, filling up your pussy with one last stroke that makes your eyes roll back in your skull.

He cums deep inside you, painting your walls white. When he slips out of you, his sticky cum dribbles out of your cunt, but Jimin immediately penetrates you again to keep it inside.

He both lays you down on the bed, your back flushed to his chest as he stays nestled in you for warmth and comfort. "My sweet, sweet girl. So pretty and compliant for me," he murmurs in your ear, goosebumps appearing on your skin.

Jimin kisses your shoulders, your cheeks, your neck... He cherishes your entire body, showering you in praises and compliments.