A Love That Endures | Yoongi

a love that endures | Yoongi

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“Oh come on! Just go say hi to him already,” Seokjin huffs. He wiggles his eyebrows, striking you with the urge to shave them off in retaliation. “I could feel your ‘God, I miss his dick’ vibes from across the room!”

“I do not emit dick thirst vibes,” you respond hotly, swatting him in the tit. You pause, considering. “Wait, but do you think he misses my p—”

“Say no more,” Seokjin interrupts, a wicked smirk gracing his lips. His gaze is fixed somewhere behind you, but you have a sinking suspicion you know why he looks like he’s won the lottery. “Speaking of the devil, look who’s coming over to say hello!”

{or alternatively: Yoongi and Y/N. Y/N and Yoongi. High school sweethearts that were never meant to last, until a reunion ten years later manages to reignite a flame that never quite burnt out.} 

→ genre: high school reunion!au, exes to lovers, fluff, humor, minor angst → warnings: shy!yoongi and shy!oc live rent free in my brain, mutual pining is poggers, hoseok and seokjin aren’t evil for once in a cinnaminsvga fic, implied smut so it’s pg-13 because i’m a wimp → words: 14.4K → a/n: SHE’S ALIVE!! this is dedicated to @himbeaux-joon​ who commissioned this piece ages ago. thank you again for requesting this because this was honestly so much fun to write. i’ve been in a bit of writing slump these past few weeks but this fic came out so easily and got way longer than expected (perhaps because it’s about yoongi and he’s always been the easiest one to write for me). enjoy!! ;o;

The mere sight of him is enough to knock the wind out of you.

Your body freezes, the hand curled around your paper cup filled with punch tightening ever so slightly. It isn’t like you’re surprised that he came; you aren’t supposed to be. Of course, you should have expected his arrival, but you’ve been hoping all night that he might have been too busy to attend.

He isn’t even on time—it has almost been two hours since the event started and you had been filled with a false hope that perhaps he had RSVP’d and decided he couldn’t make it. 

You had seen Hoseok, his best friend from your younger days, standing outside the entrance of the ballroom before they had started letting people in. The moment Hoseok saw you, he immediately came over to sweep you into a tight hug, his infectious laughter ringing in your ears. He had greeted you happily, expressing how much he missed you since high school, but never once bringing up the elephant in the room.

It wasn’t like you were going to bring him up first. No, that would be weird on your part. Nevermind the fact that going to high school reunions was a recipe for reliving past traumas and seeing all your childhood friends either married or pregnant—you weren’t going to be that person who asked where their ex was. You refused to be the person craning their neck to spy on the entrance every two minutes, hoping to catch sight of an old familiar face.

The problem is that you are that person, and you kind of hate yourself for it. However, it is also the reason why you are probably the only person in the entire ballroom who notices his quiet arrival.

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26 yoongi!idol x reader 😍 xx

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things you said in writing

Min Yoongi is a man of few words.  The ones he offers are carefully chosen, cherry-picked and meaningful.  They come quietly, sometimes spoken, often written.  You cherish them all.

I’m sad I’m missing our anniversary.  I would say I’m sorry, but it’s not really something I can fix.  I hope these flowers make your day better.  Hyung will drop off something else for you tonight.  I love you.

It’s handwritten and stuck among the bouquet that arrives at your doorstep, bell rung as you take your first sip of caffeine.  The arrangement is beautiful, understated and lovely.  The centrepiece is entirely white dahlias, full-bloomed and eye-catching.  Your favourite flower.  

You set them up in your kitchen, neatly stored in the vase you’d bought three years ago, when you’d started dating Yoongi and you’d come to realise bouquets were a regular occurrence.  

They last longer than you anticipate, a striking visual in the small apartment.  When they wither, you hang the stems beneath the counter - dry them until you can fold the petals between the pages of your bullet journal.  

I’m running late.  The reservation’s already made.  See you soon, sweetheart.

His contact picture frames the text - a stupid photo you’d snapped of him one afternoon.  It makes you laugh even as you scowl, stepping into the restaurant alone.  He always runs late;  you don’t mind nearly as much as he thinks you do.

When he arrives, he’s windswept and devastatingly handsome.  He’s still in his clothes from this morning - black shirt, black coat, black pants - though everything’s just a little bit worse for wear.  You think he looks as good as ever.

He kisses you before he sits down, drags his thumb over your jaw and leaves a fire in its wake.

You were coughing in your sleep.  Take some medicine and call me when you wake up.

There’s a glass of water alongside the note and two little pills you recognise from your medicine cabinet.  A heart stamps the bottom corner, his usual pretty scrawl gone haywire with the elementary school shape.  (You’ll tease him about that later, ask whether he was too overwhelmed to draw neatly.)

When you call him, speak in a raspy tone that immediately has him worried, you can only go for so long before you’re snickering.  You can hear his disapproval through the phone then, colouring his words when he tells you off.

“You’re so soft, Yoongi,”  you tease, mouthful of laughter.  

“You love me,”  he retorts.  You do.  

Will you marry me?  

Embedded into the cake set down before you, piped white cream a stark contrast to the luxurious valrhona chocolate.  Cheesy, certainly, but so very you.  Your love presented in a simple gesture - one thoughtful and hilarious and special, just like the man across from you. 

He’d asked you once, maybe six months ago, what you thought of over the top marriage proposals.  There’d been one happening not five feet from your table, complete with a violin player and a hysterical girlfriend.  (You’d shared a look over dinner, eyes wide, shoulders shaking with amusement.)

“I want a sheet cake from the supermarket.  Chocolate, with really gross jelly writing on it.”  You’d been joking, of course.  

You say yes regardless. 

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Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader (ft. Yeontan bc Family)

Genre: Flufffff, established relationship, long distance relationship (not for long), and like, slight angst at the beginning if you squint your eyes and do a backflip

Word Count: 4k

Summary: Long distance relationships are never an easy thing, and although you and Taehyung had managed to make it work for four years and were used to not seeing each other that much already, he couldn’t help but feel like his birthday was ruined at the news of you being stuck at the airport due to a bad weather flight delay. However, although things didn’t quite go to plan, it only took for you to arrive two hours before the day was over for it to be his happiest of birthdays so far.

A/N: Hellooo, well, obviously this is for my man’s birthday 🥳💝 This story takes place in my Red Flags series’ timeline since one of you requested it and I thought it would be really cute, but you don’t need to have read it to understand what’s going on here. I hope you guys enjoy! please let me know your thoughts~

“You were supposed to be here today” Taehyung reminded you, unconsciously tightening his hold on the phone as his low voice did a good job at letting you know just how upset he was.

You sighed, that alone letting him know you weren’t having a good time with said fact that was just not happening anymore either. “I can’t control the weather, love…”

Now, he knew that. Of course he knew that. But right then, he really fucking wished you did control the weather. That way you wouldn’t be stuck in another continent still due to a snowstorm that had delayed, if not cancelled, all flights that week — a stupid snowstorm that was keeping you away from him for longer than you should have.

It was a joke. It had got to be a joke.

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☼ Pairing: Yoongi x reader

☼ Genre: historical!au, king!Yoongi, assassin!reader (it’s not what you think), light angst, fluff, smut

☼ Count: 3K

☼ Warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, teasing, biting, face fucking, dom!yoongi, bratty!reader, spanking, hair pulling, fingering, dirty talk, orgasm denial, soft sex

☼ Summary: Sneaking into the king’s quarters is as easy as breathing for you. The sneaking out though, might prove to be a little more difficult this time.

☼ a/n: Because we all thristy for our boy Agust D uwu Let me know what you think! My ask box is always open ~ 💙💙💙💙

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airport interlude~

summary: waiting in line with Yoongi at the airport

rating: gen.

genre: fluff, drabble, airport

length: 228

a/n: very small but cute :)

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“Got your laptop?” 

“Mmm.”

“Chargers? Books? Passport?”

 “Mmm.”

“Packed your gun? Six cans of hairspray? Poison for my mother?” 

“Mmm.” 

A hand slips into your ponytail and tugs your head back, a low chuckle rumbling next to your ear. Your slowly draw your gaze from his chin, chapped cupid’s bow lips and slim nose, to his gentle, tired eyes peering from the edge of his bangs. Yoongi’s a hardened traveler, but the night before a flight is always sleepless.

You blink to clear the foggy film over your eyes before smiling. “Mmm?”

“You packed last night, right?”

 “Yep,” you reply quietly, curling your hands into the pockets of his leather jacket as you wait for the queue to check-in your luggage slowly dwindles. He’s got a couple coins in there, one lost gelled tip to an earbud, an errant button and a metal earring. You roll the stud lazily around the pads of your fingertips before tipping your head forward onto his shoulder. You could get up early, but it took a couple cups of coffee to wake up.

He rests his cheek against your hair and stuffs his hands in too, threading his fingers through yours in the soft pockets.

“Nearly there. You can sleep on the way.”

“So can you.”

“Mmm.”

“You’re going to work, aren’t you.” 

“Mmm.” 

“It’s vacation, Yoongi. No work. Just sleep.”

“Mmm.”

a/n: a teeny drabble, but one of my favs :,)

the beast hidden inside | jungkook (m)

synopsis. never come home smelling like another man, especially when it’s mating season. 

☁︎ imagine jeon jungkook, an alpha, in the grip of his animal instincts…

pairing. alpha!jungkook x human!reader genre. smut word count. 1.5k warnings. oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, slight overstimulation, possessiveness, mating season

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