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daddy’s home 🦅

mon:“his smile is really the type of smile that makes the people around him happy, I can’t help but smile whenever I see him smile.” for kimvante ♡ ( happy birthday mon!!! I am so lucky to have you as my friend ♡ )

+ mon: “when he smiles like ‘≧▽≦ ’ I wanna give him the whole world”

min yoongi is the best shot in the business. you’re the best gunsmith in the city and the only person he trusts to programme his tech; to make his gear. 

he likes your work. it’s a shame, then, that he doesn’t like you.

pairing: yoongi x f!reader / word count: 14.3k / genre + rating: NSFW (18+), cyberpunk!au, smut, frenemies (?) to lovers

warnings/etc: hitman!yoongi. black market dealer/gunsmith!reader. cursing/explicit language. whole lotta tension, sexual and otherwise. mentions of injury/violence. minor character death (no one important, don’t worry, this isn’t an angst fic). brief hurt/comfort. reader has tattoos. sexually explicit content. oral; fingering; multiple orgasms; overstimulation (f). unprotected sex (please take the necessary precautions irl). rough sex?. choking. creampie. brief mention of aftercare. I think that’s everything but please lmk if I missed any!

a/n: thank you SO MUCH to both @hobi-gif​ and @morndas​ for beta reading this and being so supportive, ily both so much and I owe you my life 🤧💕 as always what was meant to be a short fic turned into a huge one. also this is technically for my 1.1k milestone but it’s a billion years late, oops!​

Yoongi really doesn’t like you.

You’re loud. Cocky. Arrogant. You needle him all the time, dig your fingernails in and squeeze, revelling in the way he sets his jaw, the muted spark of irritation in his eyes. You bat your eyelashes and tilt your head, throw it back whenever you laugh and reveal the easing column of your throat, dragging each interaction out with a kind of sadistic pleasure that has him gritting his teeth. Because you love annoying him, getting under his skin, tapping your fingers against the soft swell of your bottom lip as you eye him up, taking your time before you speak.

Infuriating. You’re infuriating and you know it.

It’s unfortunate, really, because you’re unavoidable. 

Jungkook had asked, once, why Yoongi doesn’t just go elsewhere. They’re more than familiar with the underbelly of this heaving city, underneath all the neon lights and shimmering holograms and towering skyscrapers and legal tech; the scuttling seams of back alley traders and illegal goods, tech or otherwise. There are plenty of black market dealers, after all, plenty of other vendors he could go to to get the equipment he wants. Plenty of other skilled crafters, artificers, artisans, people who would be more than happy to create the things that Yoongi asks for, that he needs. People who can get their hands on anything you want. For a price.

Yoongi’s answer had been short and succinct.

“She’s the best there is,” he’d said, and that had been that.

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Away From You | index

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; Trying to divorce Yoongi might be harder than you thought it’d be. Especially when you’re having a two year old toddler.

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: yoongi x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, angst, smut, divorce!au

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: listed in each chapter m.list | ☕️

chapter I [8.5k+]

chapter II [7.5k+]

chapter III [7.7k+]

chapter IV [9.3k+]

chapter V [7.2k+]

chapter VI [4.9k+]

chapter VII  [4.8k+]

chapter VIII [5.3k+]

chapter IX [6.9k+]

chapter X [6.4k+]

chapter XI [6.4k+]

chapter XII [11.4k+]

chapter XIII [6k+]

chapter XIV [6.9k+]

chapter XV [10.3k+]

chapter XVI [13.6k+]

[3] Yoongi comforts you

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: You hear one of your classmates slandering you but Yoongi is there for you.

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: fluff

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: none

A/N: This is a part of series called ‘Away From You’. This drabbles will contain scenes that didn’t make it to actual series. You don’t have to read the series to actually understand this, but some of the drabbles will be involved around the plot.

Series link

drabbles index

Teenage girls can be mean. They can say stuff without properly thinking about them and how they can hurt someone with their meaning behind them. You always knew it but not from your own experience. 

In every classroom there is always the prettiest girl that boys fancy and all girls envy. It’s just how it is and works. Mostly, those girls can get pretty confident by the simple act and sometimes act like they own the school. They belittle everyone by saying ugly mean things. 

You witnessed it with your own eyes couple of times - them making fun of girls with little bit of weight. Or just because they think they’re ugly. You always hated it. You were always so angry about it and telling it to the only two people who listened to your anger rambling. 

Seeing girls hiding in the toilets and crying made you feel awful. You never wanted them to feel ugly just because they’re not up to everyone’s standard. 

What you never thought is that you’d be one of those girls.

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corrupted | myg

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; what's worse than living in a fucked up and corrupted world?

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: yoongi x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: mafia au, angst (?)

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, misogyny, no feminism here, everything is fucked up here (hence the title lol)

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.9k+

While the world's riots and country has been unsettled for a while now, rotten and violated by local gangs, it is not the most unsettling part though. Citizens say it is controlled by someone of a higher and more dangerous status. Someone whose people always lurk in the shadows, doing dirty business. One, many people don’t know any details of.

You being one of them.

Being just another person who has been forced into living in today’s world, not that anyone had a choice, there is not much knowledge. People talk, they gossip and jump into conclusions. It’s hard to say what’s true or not. So naturally, they speculate and it’s always something harsh and scary.

After all, that’s how it works now.

Unless you’re not a part of one of the gangs, earning your rightful place there and doing all the dirty work of all kinds, you’re just a basic human trying to survive and not get into any trouble.

People work where they can. Just enough to earn money and buy themselves food, somewhere they can live and stay. The amount of homeless people who steal has rapidly increased since the government is gone. Everything is corrupted. Empty. Without life. Just darkness and fear.

There were times when the world has progressed.

Not for women, it is hard to find yourself a good living. Unless you don’t want to be a part of any brothel that’s almost at every corner. People are desperate. Some women love to do it, perhaps they feel powerful that way. Some are not there because they want to be. They use their bodies to bring food and a proper living either to themselves, or to their families.

It’s one of the things you refuse to do. As anyone could imagine, it’s not the cleanest and safest work. One you really refuse to succumb to.

But enough to go out, praying no harm will come to you during your time out of the comfort of the rented small and old apartment that you're staying in.

Clubs and bars are no safer than what is outside, right behind every wall and door. You still consider it as a better alternative of how you could earn enough money to cover your rent and bring food for yourself.

Some women, actually a good part of them, latch themselves to a gang man. It is one of the choices that secures you at least some kind of protection, money, food and roof under your head. They’re known to have more money and security. You see a member of a gang? You run. You don’t indulge yourself with any of them. They’re dangerous. Don’t take no for answers. Most of them.

So far, you haven’t had the chance to really talk to any of them. You avoid them at all costs.

People come out to drink and have fun, even if they know that if someone just got killed at this very moment, only few would react. That’s how fucked up this world is.

No one is truly safe. Even under the fake facade of the world being relatively at peace right now — the words of whispers saying it’s the big boss controlling the country — no one guarantees you safety. Whoever is “up there” and is not afraid to kill or do different sorts of fucked up actions, does not care about anyone’s lives. So many people lost their lives.

People you knew.

And no one cared.

Relatives can’t get any justice. Not even revenge.

A gang member kills someone you know? Someone you loved? There’s nothing you can do, unless you or someone you care about wants to be killed. It’s fucked up.

It’s almost ironic how people dance to the loud music, seeming not to care about how truly fucked up it really is. It’s almost like the world hasn’t changed, people laugh, have fun and are getting drunk. However, there is still a shadow casting upon everyone’s head, filling up every inch and corner available. Nothing is the same anymore.

You would be stupid to tell yourself anything different. Even if it was under the mask of pretending. Even if it’s for a while.

Sitting on a hardened bar stool, you shift in your spot to make yourself comfortable which is very impossible. The bar is hectic. It seems to be doing well considering the amount of people here. One of your neighbors told you they could possibly hire you. It does sound a little silly considering there are no contracts now. They either take you and you do what they say, or you can forget about any job.

As you scan your surroundings in this dim lighting, you spot someone sitting in the corner of your eyes. An empty barstool between you as that someone happens to be a man. You wouldn’t pay him that much attention, you’re just merely cautious when it comes to anyone that’s an arm length from you. He’s just sitting there, enjoying the drink that’s in front of him. It’s hard to spot any of his features, the lack of lights here make it very difficult.

You’re in your own thoughts, focusing on the sounds around you which are just loud and blasting music when suddenly the stranger stares dead in your eyes. Something clenches in your chest, a good portion of shock at the sudden eye contact as he must’ve felt you watching him. There is so much darkness that you fail to notice the tiny smirk that curls the corner of his lips.

He’s got strong features, a smaller and slightly rounder nose — at least that’s what you guess from the seconds that he stares right back at you until he turns back and focuses his eyes on his drink. He plays with a glass, long fingers wrapped around its neck as his fingertips brush ever so slightly against it.

Gulping, you look away, embarrassed that he has caught you so easily. So much for staying low…

“Hiya, cheeks. What can I get ya?”

Head snapping at the bartender who chews on his gum, you suppress the need to glare at him and his stupid nickname, you clench your jaw for a second before you allow yourself to relax.

“Soda will do.” You almost wave him off, oblivious to the deadpanned look you so easily earn in return as soon as you look away from him, not paying him any more attention or eye contact.

That’s until he laughs, rubbing his nose. “Soda? That’s what you fucking order when you’re in this bar?”

Startled at the attitude and obvious mockery, you frown. “I’m not here to get drunk. I’m here on business.” you justify, even though you don’t feel like you have to at all.

But to avoid any more reaction or attention from this dumb fuck, you have to keep it casual. You don’t want to draw any more attention. Fucking hell, you’re the most clothed woman in here. You already do draw enough attention for people to think you’re weird or sketchy. The truth is, not many people have seemed to notice you and you would prefer it that way. Knowing it’s just wishful thinking, you gulp down any insult that wants to come out.

“Ah, got it.” He nods and for a split second, you sigh in relief. But then the dumb fuck has to open his mouth again. “Perhaps you would find the time for me after I clock off here too.”

He smirks, walking away too quickly for you to even react. Your mouth opens agape, knowing what he thinks of you and what he initiated. He thinks you’re a hooker. Well, they’re known for drinking and taking drugs. On rare occasions, there are some who don’t do any of this. Their clients prefer them to be not under any influence. But again, it’s just what you’ve heard and learned to know from a third party.

It’s the deep chuckle beside you that makes you snap out of your offended state. There’s no one beside the man, he’s smirking at his drink and undoubtedly, he’s heard the entire exchange between you and the shitty bartender. It’s the audacity of him that he laughs at that, clearly mocking you just like the bartender did if not even more. He hasn’t been even a part of that ridiculous conversation.

And before you know it, your ego and irritation gets the best out of you. “What?”

You say loud enough for him to hear. You know he does but he still reacts as if he doesn’t hear you. He’s smirking at his glass, tapping his fingers on it a few times. Enough for you to notice the rings on his fingers. It’s like an alarm ringing in your head but it’s already gone by the time he suddenly and slowly looks up. He slowly turns his head, giving you a look with a raised brow. Almost as if he’s questioning if you were talking to him.

And despite the little nervousness inside you, you keep your ground and still stare at him. Even have the audacity to raise your brow at him, making it clear you’re talking to him. The corner of his mouth twitches.

“Not a hooker, huh?”

Is he trying to be funny?

Narrowing your eyes, you hide your clenched fists in your lap. “What? You were interested?”

Oh fuck. Where is this boldness coming from? What the fuck are you doing?! You’re usually careful of how you speak to others. What if he’s a gang member and he’ll pull out his gun and shoot your brains out? No one would bat an eyelash here if that really happened. They would just be annoyed they have to clean your remains. God, the thought of that makes you almost gag.

He breathes out what sounds like a chuckle, it’s hard to tell because it’s too silent for this loud surroundings. “What a girl like you is doing here?” he asks instead.

A girl. Did he just call you a girl?

You’re sure it has something to do with your appearance and a choice of clothing, but the fact he hasn’t referred to you as a woman bothers you. Not that women mean something in this world anyway. Sad to say but for most men and parts, they’re good for sex and that’s about it. It’s a rotten world.

Women barely get any respect.

This time, you use your brain in a better way and settle upon honest and casual information, which you shouldn’t exactly share to a mere stranger. But what harm could it do? It’s not like you just shared your name or any personal information that could tell him your identity. For him, you’re just another… girl in this bar. Perhaps he thinks you’re strange to come here, not drinking and wearing the shortest dress you own. You don’t even do that anymore.

You can’t remember the last time you wore a dress. You choose not to, not wanting to catch an unwanted pair of eyes and attention which is brutally sad and upsetting.

“I’m looking for a job.”

“Here?” he chuckles humorously almost immediately.

You frown, “What’s wrong about here?”

“Why here out of all places?” he questions instead.

“I don’t know if you haven’t noticed, but we don’t have much choice. I gotta live somehow.”

“I suppose it’s better than visiting a brothel, no shaming though.”

“What? Because you’re a daily client there?”

He looks up again for a moment, breathing out a light chuckle once again. Are you this funny? “You don’t belong here.”

You frown in confusion this time, “And where do I belong?”

He licks his lips, reaching for his glass as he silently sips onto whatever drink he has there. The liquid is darkish brown, you would guess that’s neat whiskey right there.

“They shot the latest bartender here.”

“Are you trying to scare me?”

He smiles, but it doesn’t offer any sweetness to it. “No. Just being informative.”

“You barely answer any of my questions.”

“Didn’t know it’s an obligation.”

You groan, rubbing your forehead just as the bartender brings you your alcohol free drink. Fuck. Maybe you should’ve ordered alcohol after all. You definitely might need it for this odd conversation.

“What do you do then?”

He taps his fingers against the counter, relaxed and smoothly as if he has a world in the palm of his hands. “Just here and about.”

“Hm, informative as always.” you mutter, ignoring the burning glance at the side of your face. It’s your time to sip on your drink, enjoying the lack of attention you give him.

You could imagine what kind of dirty work he does. Everyone does one in a way.

“Why are you sitting here then, when you’re looking for a job?”

You sigh, “I’m mapping out this place. I won’t show interest when something might happen here.”

“I just told you someone got killed here like a week ago. Shit happens here.”

“Shit happens everywhere. Thanks to this corrupted world and whoever is controlling it.”

It’s a silence between you for some time. Your curiosity rising up. He seems to be a regular here considering he knows about the shooting. Perhaps he could’ve heard it. You don’t ask any details about that though, settling on something much more curious. Many gossips are around and you do wonder what could he bring.

“Do you know who’s behind this?”

He stays silent, slowly turning his head to look at you again. None of you seem to be looking at each other the entire time.

“Does anyone?”

“Well, people talk. Everyone assumes it’s a man. What if it’s a woman?”

He chuckles.

“What? You think a woman is not capable of ruling the country?”

“I heard a lot of rumors but never that one.” he admits.

“What did you hear then?”

He does that thing again — the corner of his lips twitch in amusement. You don’t care about that though. For once, you actually feel nice to have a conversation. You don’t get a lot of opportunities to talk about this kind of stuff. It is dangerous to be talking about it so freely. Let alone with a stranger. But this one, you’re cautious about but he seems to be chilled out.

However, your guess of people might be wrong.

“Whoever rules it is ruthless.”

“He must be. Who’s okay with killing, violence and drugs? And I just named a very short list of them.”

“He? I thought you considered a female here.”

Popping your chin on your palm, you rest your elbow on the counter. “When you think about it, today’s all about dominance, power and money. Women mean nothing here.”

It’s the brutally honest truth.

“Besides, I don’t think a woman could be so ruthless to the point when people just kill each other.”

“You would be surprised.”

You narrow your eyes at him, not quite agreeing. Surely there could be a woman that would match up to any violent man there is. “I’m not misogynistic, so I won’t completely disagree with that. What makes me think it’s a man is a fact of how it is in here. Women are left fending for themselves and the most protection or at least the slightest feeling of power they can get, is through men.”

“Hm, that’s an… interesting observation.”

“What? You don’t agree?” you ask, snapping your head at him as he chuckles, in a low and vibrating tone.

“Nah, I think you might be onto something.”

You sigh, staring ahead. “Well, I’m just thinking out loud. I don’t get anything.”

There’s a silence between you two, the blasting music remaining in the background as a loud noise which you’re trying to block. It’s not like you’re not a fan of rap but come on, you’re about to get a headache.

The man suddenly stands, chugging the rest of his drink as if it’s nothing. No grimace, nothing. He doesn’t look drunk to the point where he could no longer feel the burn of alcohol.

“You should not work here.”

Your eyebrows shoot up and a speechless grimace makes it on your face. “Why?”

“It’s not safe.”

“Is there any safe place?”

He chuckles, scratching his eyebrow as he stays silent, giving you no proper answer.

“What’s your name?”

“Mingi.”

You frown, “You don’t look like Mingi.”

He snorts, rubbing his mouth for a quick second. “What do I look like?”

“I don’t know,” you mumble honestly. “But it’s not Mingi.”

He doesn’t disagree, he lets you think whatever you want. Again, you don’t know this man and you have no clue whether he’s lying or not. You do have a suspicion because something radiates from him, you’re just not sure what.

“And what’s your name?”

You scoff humorously, “I’m not telling you.”

There’s a breaking sound on your right side, glass breaking and a few people yelling at each other. From the looks of it, it’s two groups getting into a fight where a security tries to take care of it. There are punches thrown and you gasp at the violent image, even though it’s nothing you haven’t seen before. People fight on the streets all the time. You just hope whenever you see someone laying on the ground is a homeless person, and not a dead body.

You turn around, guessing the man is already giving you a knowing look where he warned you about this place.

However once you turn around there’s no one there.

There's an empty spot, almost like he’s been a friction of your imagination. A ghost. Someone that wasn’t even here.

But then there it is.

The empty glass he drank from.

It is enough to assure you that he was real.

right place wrong person? right place wrong person.

find something to love in your life as much as namjoon loves music (so much that he makes a heart above his head)

I will never get over how fucking cute little hobi is😭😭😭😭😭💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜 IT MAKES ME CRY 😭😭😢 HE NEVER CHANGED😖😖😖❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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D-1 Countdown to #SugaDay: To: SUGA, From: Bangtan ♡

you're my beginning and my end, that is all my meeting and my farewell

for @raplinenthusiasts 💚

i think about them a lot...:') [cr. 0613data]

day 145/547 until joon returns cr. jung-koook

his messy hair 😳

bonus:

Punch Drunk

➭ “Min Yoongi talks with his fists, and the only language he knows is one of anger and pain. He’s damaged, untouchable, a boxing underdog with something to prove. You are the sister of Yoongi’s rival - Jeon Jungkook, the number one elite boxer in your prefecture - and as Yoongi soon discovers, you are also his one and only weakness.”

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: boxer au, smut, angst

wordcount: 33k

❀ 6 / 8 of my oneshot requests ❀

** warnings: violence, descriptions of blood and injury, gambling references, heavy themes, mentions of death, drug references, slow burn, rough sex, breathplay, unprotected sex, cumplay, facial, light analplay, derogatory language during sex

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Opposites Attract [ Masterlist ]

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Creative Content Contributor: @baebae-goodnight (whom I am ambivalent about, at best)

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: 18+ 

Status: Complete

Summary:  A series of drabbles about Slytherin!Jimin and Hufflepuff!Y/N, the sister of his self-declared mortal enemy.

This series will be a collection of drabbles, written out of order chronologically. (Chronological order is 1, 6, 3, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9)

A Bubble Burst

A Thread Undone (M)

An Unknown Flutter

A Lie of Omission

Drabble after A Lie of Omission from Jimin’s POV

A Line Drawn

A Moment of Weakness

A Wrong Righted

A Gross Understatement (M)

2018 yoongi gifs (7/?) cr. 0613data

min yoongi fic rec list (Ⅲ)

here’s a list of my favourite yoongi fics, please show lots of love and support to these wonderful authors and their blogs, leave a heart, reblog or even leave a message under their posts I know they would appreciate hearing from you, majority of these fics contain smut so no minors allowed ♡ feel free to send and share any fics you’re reading or would like to recommend me

a- angst s- smut f- fluff

series

second love by @cutaepatootie f s a (summer love enemies to lovers unrequited love)

three tangerines by @kithtaehyung s a (brother’s best friend age gap)

diamonds are a girl’s best friend by @jeonjcngkook f s a (hidden relationship age gap au dilf yoongi best friend dad)

buttercup by @mccnyoongi s a (college au friends with benefits au fuckboy stoner yoongi)

the dinner party by @lamourche f s

back-burner by @yoonpobs f s a (sister’s best friend au best friend to lovers frenemies to lovers au one sided love)

divorce by @xjamlessparkx a

third wheeling by @untaemedqueen f s a (strangers to lovers au ceo au)

buzz by @floralseokjin f s (yoongi’s pov)

no rebounds by @joheunsaram f s a (marriage au read other tags as well)

daydream by @xpeachesncream f s a (single dad au, strangers to lovers au)

This Is Just To Say by @btsiguess f s a (soulmate/college au) ft. Jungkook

greedy by @xjoonchildx s (mafia au pinning au)

a-dick-ted series by @whatifyoulivelikethat f s a (fwb au threesome au) ft. Jungkook

↬dancing on dreams f s

↬ dreaming in reality  s

↬ was it a dream  f s

↬ lucid dreams  f s

↬dreams are made of this  f s

↬dream sirens  f s

↬wildest dreams  f s

↬nightmare  f s a

↬ the dream ends  f a

one-shot

across the hall by @gukslut f s (neighbours to lovers au)

before i ever met you by @xbaepsae s a (angsty past relationship)

watermelon sugar by @yoonjinkooked s (strangers to lovers au)

rings that bind us together by @joyfulhopelox f s a (arranged marriage)

out of bounds umbrella by @bubmyg f (college au basketball player yoongi enemies to lovers)

there’s a fine line between love and hate by @thebestofbtsscenarios f s a (college au enemies to lovers roommate au)

fortuitous by @underthejoon s (one night stand strangers to lovers)

kinktober ~ day 21 by @dreamescapeswriting s (friends with benefits)

want a taste? by @suga-kookiemonster s (friends to lovers au)

pour some sugar on me by @yoonia s (baker au enemies to lovers au)

performance evaluation by @kookscrescent s (college au fuckboy au)

you found me by @jeonsjiddies f s (strangers to lovers)

back to bed by @hesperantha f s (established relationship domestic au)

take 5 by @jiminrings f a (unrequited love doctor au)

haze by @bonvoyagenoona f s a (idol au)

Tip of the Iceberg by @gukslut f s a (new relationship au tattoo artist au)

hug-o-gram by @cinnaminsvga f (college au hugging booth au)

little monsters by @yoon-bug f s (established relationship au unplanned pregnancy au)

act on it by @joonie-beanie s (vampire au college au)

Overstayed Welcome by @kaep-jjjang s (friends to lovers au)

what’s up, doc? by @untaemedqueen f s a (idol au veterinarian reader)

;boy.girl by @floralseokjin s a (roommate au friends with benefits au)

not around by @aquagustd f s a (basketball player yoongi friends to lovers)

bloom by @aquagustd f s a (brother’s best friend)

never, never fall by @joheunsaram f s a (exes to lovers au)

it takes two by @xpeachesncream f s a (best friends to lovers au basketball au)

make me by @ppersonna f s (best friends to lovers au)

i’ll float away by @ppersonna s a (break up au idol au heavy angst)

Tongue tech by @jamaisjoons s (idol au)

Beck & Call by @feliix s (friends with benefits au brothers best friend)

event horizon by @sugaxjpg f s a (criminal au)

not even a mouse by @softyoongiionly f s (single dad au romance au)

first love by @lavienjin s a (friends with benefits to lovers au coworkers au)

pinky swear by @taelaxies s (best friends to lovers au)

↬looking for other myg fics or the other members check out my library

⁂ 3/100 days of kim namjoon | bts sy the final

missing them hours 🥺🤍 cr. namuspromised

some yoongi gifs until he comes back home (20/?)

happy hobi (cr. namuspromised)

he's so real for this afsdfsdf