Perks Of Being A Househusband.

perks of being a househusband.

DRABBLE.

pairing: min yoongi x reader

plot: the (mis)adventures of retired gangster min yoongi as he leaves behind the life of the mafia and navigates the way of the househusband.

warnings: the way of the househusband au, marriage au, crack, domesticity, yoongi unintentionally scares people

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note: go on tell me d-day!yoongi isn't tatsu I DARE YOU 😤 btw u don't need to watch the way of the househusband before reading this, but i swear u won't regret it if u do lol it's so funny (and it gives great visuals for this fic!). anyways, enjoy!! i'd love to hear ur thoughts so drop by my askbox and let's chat :)

[ "I WAS HOPING I WOULDN'T HAVE TO RESORT TO THIS." ]

Water drips down his neck as he washes his face. Droplets fall down his tattooed back, tracing the meticulous lines and bold colors that contrast his pale skin.

After rinsing and drying off, he dons on his outfit for the day – a fitted, white, short-sleeved shirt that shows off the intricate tattoos on both his arms and some black sweatpants – and puts on his signature apron – a beige, cotton apron with a drawing of his brown poodle on the front. Said poodle is staring at him from the bathroom door as he takes one last look at the mirror.

An old, bumpy scar runs down his right eye.

"Perfect," he says to himself before heading to the kitchen with his dog following right behind.

Min Yoongi never used to wake up this early. But these days, he wakes up bright and early at six o'clock because he has an important assignment.

"What do you think, Holly? Too big?"

The poodle barks in response, and taking its opinion into consideration, Yoongi adjusts his gimbap slices accordingly, making them a tad bit smaller and just the perfect size for your lunchbox.

"Shit!"

The door to your shared bedroom opens and you run out, already dressed in your corporate attire. You run to the kitchen where your husband is and get a huge glass of water.

"I'm late!" you screech, all while gulping down the whole glass.

"But you still have a few hours," he points out in confusion.

"I forgot I have an early meeting!" you explain in a hurry, putting on your heels before giving your husband a big smooch on the lips and blowing Holly a kiss. "Sorry, Yoonie! I'll see you later!"

And you're out the door.

Yoongi blinks for a few moments before shaking his head. He's chuckling in amusement at your mishap, but if any outsider hears his laughter, it just sounds a bit manic.

"Well, looks like it's just you and me, Holly."

Holly barks.

"Huh? What was that?"

Holly barks.

Yoongi stares at the poodle, then at your Hello Kitty lunchbox he meticulously prepared, then back at the poodle.

"She forgot her lunchbox?"

Holly barks.

"Fuck."

Yoongi snaps into action, securing the lunchbox and putting it inside a Hello Kitty cloth bag before running out the door with his cute apron still on. He mounts his bicycle and speeds towards your office – which, if he was driving a car, would have broken numerous traffic regulations but luckily he isn't a stranger to breaking a law or two.

He's almost to your office. He's halfway there.

But unfortunately, there's a bit of a situation.

"What's your occupation, sir?"

The two police officers stare at him hesitantly after flagging him down for pedalling too fast with his bicycle. They're debating on giving him a ticket but then Yoongi answers.

"Househusband."

They stare at him.

"What?"

Yoongi sighs. At this rate, he won't be able to catch you before you clock in.

"Wait a second," one of the officers says, eyeing the tattoos peeking out from Yoongi's shirt and the big scar on his eye. "Are you..."

They stare at the name on the ticket. Min Yoongi.

"...Agust D?"

No way, the other officer thinks. There's a rumor about an infamous gangster called Agust D who used to slaughter his enemies with his own two hands. This guy can't be him. Right? Right?!

They hold a breath when Yoongi reaches into his pocket.

"I was hoping I wouldn't have to resort to this," he murmurs.

"Wait, sir. There's no need for violence—"

"Here," Yoongi shuts them up by thrusting one of his most precious possessions.

A gift card for discounts at the local grocery store.

The police officers stare at the gift card, bewildered.

"As much as it pains me to let go of this," Yoongi continues, "take it. Now, I have to go."

And he pedals away, leaving behind one gift card and two very confused cops.

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note: omg hiii ??? helloo ??? okok this was supposed to be posted for yoongi’s birthday… then i planned it to be written in time for my birthday/bts birthday… now it’s being posted mid summer…. like hello? where did the time go? i felt so stuck writing this extra because it feels more like the ending than the actual ending ? does that make sense lol… i planned to write their first kiss scene but honestly i don’t think i’ll be able to do so [unless i get the random urge to write it instead of studying for a final or smt] ! hoping to back more regularly when my work schedule stops being a bitch <3 slowly but surely,, my fics will continue to be deleted off my notes/drafts and pushed out frfr. thank u all of ur patience ,, i TRULY miss u all… laughing with u guys after every update literally gave me a reason to wake up and have smt to look forward to. i look forward to all of ur love and support for my upcoming / ongoing works. 

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In the midst of the airport chaos, Yoongi finds you standing with a stupid sign that looks like it was decorated by your preschool students. 

It’s times like these when he can’t help but smile at how insufferable you are. Why are you so fucking cute? Standing there, looking for him in the sea of strangers with your warm greeting. It’s a sight he wishes to last forever. It makes his stomach turn knowing that it’s him you’re waiting for. It’s him you’re here for. 

It’s him. 

As usual, Yoongi finds you first and continues to let you look for him. He waits for your eyes to find his before he picks up his feet and makes his way to you. You smile, unable to hold yourself back from making your way to him as well. 

As you do so, Yoongi gets a closer and closer look at the sign. At that moment, his heart skips a beat, realizing that your preschool class knows about him.

The boyfriend. 

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boyfriend drabbles (pt.13)

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: after you and jungkook’s argument, you decide to sleep in the guest room, not wanting to see him. but when a thunderstorm strikes, you find yourself back in your boyfriend’s arms.

word count: 500+

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You’re staring blankly at the light on the ceiling, its glare causing a strain in your eyes to slowly form.

Sighing as you wrap yourself tighter under the blanket, the sound of the rain pattering against the window of the guest room fills the air.

You know that the right way to resolve your argument with Jungkook wasn’t to hide in the guest room of his apartment, but rather to talk it out with him.

But you were way too emotionally unstable to even begin to talk to your boyfriend, afraid the moment he says something to you, that you would lose all control over your emotions.

The argument you had an hour ago replays in your mind, you’re overthinking and cursing at yourself for saying some things.

Maybe you shouldn’t have yelled at Jungkook. But to be fair he had raised his voice at you in frustration, which ticked you off at the point of time.

Both of you had been in the wrong, blaming each other for it when it was a huge misunderstanding. But both of you were equally too stubborn to apologise first.

You jolt and squeak in shock as a huge rumble of thunder rings through the air, you should have expected it considering the flash of lightning that came before that.

The light in the guest room gives way, causing the whole room to turn into a void of darkness.

You only hear Jungkook’s muffled gasp from outside the room, before you begin to hide under the blanket in petrifying fear.

It was a stupid fear you had, you weren’t even scared of horror movies, yet the darkness had brought out another side of you, making you vulnerable and scared, of not being able to see your surroundings.

Normally, you always had Jungkook to run to, your boyfriend who would oh-so-sweetly comfort you and embrace you in his hold, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

But this time instead of running to you, Jungkook is hesitant, he’s standing outside the guest bedroom, unsure if he should step in to embrace you like he always does, or if you would push him away because of your unresolved conflicts.

Your boyfriend immediately cranks open the door knob the moment he hears a sob emit from inside the room, rushing over in the darkness, tripping over something on the floor.

He spots you curled up under the blankets in the darkness, but he can barely see from the lack of light in the house.

“Baby,” Jungkook hushes you as he guides you to sit in his lap, your face now buried in his chest as your tears soak his shirt.

He can feel your hands grip onto his shirt, as you sob, body shaking.

Given the chance to, you would’ve probably stayed mad at him, but you were so terrified being alone, in the darkness, not being able to see anything at all.

“Gguk,” You sob as Jungkook shushes you, trying his best to comfort your crying self.

“Jagi, I’m right here, breathe for me yeah?” He’s whispering in your ear, tightening his hold on you.

Jungkook guides you to lay on the bed with him, as he let’s you cry into his chest.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you Gguk,” You hiccup between sobs, feeling terrible that Jungkook had put aside everything to come and console you even thought you had been screaming at him earlier.

“Baby, it’s okay,” He laughs, petting your head, “We’ll talk it out when you feel better ‘kay?”

You nod, snuggling deeper into his hold as your sobs turn into sniffles.

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Can I get a drabble for Yoongi where's he's just having a happy married couple moment with his gf? Extra side of fluff

Mr. Famous Producer Man

Producer!Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 500+

Genre: Established Relationship, Fluffy fluff, maybe the tiniest bit of angst if you squint?

Warnings: None!

Notes: I FORGOT TO POST THIS YESTERDAY??? I am SORRY! It’s a cute little thing, I hope you like it! 🌸

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“Yoon…?” Peeking your head through his studio door, you try not to be too loud just in case he’s engrossed in his work. Yoongi isn’t though; he’s slouched back in his spinny chair looking unbelievably tired. It makes you melt to see how much he lights up when he sees you though, even if he does look a little out of it.

“Hi love, sorry I didn’t realize you were coming.” You just smile as he raises from his spot, long hair a little messy and eyes a little droopy. It’s clear he hasn’t slept at all today even though he very much needs it, but you don’t bring it up. Instead, you hold out one of the two bags you brought and jiggle it lightly.

“No biggie, I texted but I know you probably have your phone off. I brought fried chicken for dinner? Thought you could maybe use a break.” He hums and nods, leaning in to leave a chaste kiss against your lips as he grabs the bag. You giggle as he leaves one more against your cheek, guiding you over to the couch and coffee table he had situated to the side.

It’s littered with scribbled out notes, some of them crumpled, others barely legible. There’s evidence of takeout containers as well and some coffee cups, your husband clearly doing his best to keep motivated. It makes you pout a little, the urge to pamper him even a little overwhelming.

“I could use a break, this song is fucking with me, so I haven’t been doing much but brooding over it.” He plops down on the couch after moving the papers and your resist the urge to plop into his lap, instead cuddling right up next to him. He unwraps the food quietly, but both of you just enjoy each others company for a while. It’s been quite hectic lately and you haven’t been able to do so.

You leave a few kisses against his jaw, enjoying how warm and safe you feel next to him. Yoongi wraps an arm around you, pulling you even closer so you’re smooshed into his side. It’ll be a little difficult to eat, but it’s totally worth it to be this close to him.

“I missed my husband today, I don’t like waking up without you in the new house.” You’ve only just moved in after your wedding a month back, and with how busy Yoongi has been, he’s barely been home. Of course you don’t blame him, you never would, but it’s still hard either way. He smiles his cute little smile as he peers down at you, eyes just as gentle as his words.

“I know baby, just give me a few more days and I’ll have this wrapped up, hm? Then it’ll be me, you, and Holly in one big pile every morning.” It sounds like an absolute dream. You nod your head in a knowledge ent before moving out of his grasp ever so slightly, just enough to grab the food. It’s time to feed this man and then it’ll be time to make him take a long ass nap.

“I’m keeping you to that Mr. Famous Producer Man. Now, give me some cuddles while I feed you chicken.”

your starlight

tldr. when you moved into your new apartment, your neighbor gave you his number and said to call anytime. what better "anytime" than 3am during a thunderstorm, right?

♫ song insp. forever star - zhang yi hao 

❤ pairing. jungkook x f. reader

☁ genre. comfort and sweetness. do i write anything else lol

➷ warnings. drinking and cursing

✎ word count. 1522

彡 note. hope you all have been well. please enjoy!

It’s three in the morning and another crack of thunder makes you whimper, pulling the covers over your head in hopes that the plush down comforter will do something to drown out the sounds of the storm raging outside your bedroom window. You know it’s silly, you’re a grown adult after all. But thunderstorms have always scared you, and this is only your first week in your new apartment alone.

If you were back in your dorm with your roommate, it’d be another story. Ali was always so good and understanding. She’d have sat up with you, rubbed a manicured hand across your tense shoulder blades, fixed you tea, put on your favorite movie to watch together. But university was a thing of the past. You were on your own now, and there was no one here to comfort you or chase away the thunder with soft touches.

Another loud boom of thunder an you reach for your phone on your nightstand. You don’t know anyone in this area to call except for one person; your neighbor probably peacefully sleeping just on the wall behind you. You take a deep breath, feeling suddenly very self-conscious. He had said on the day you’d moved in that you were welcome to call him any time, day or night. You’d smiled politely, accepting his number and thanking him with a smile. It’d probably been a formality. He’d simply been neighborly and that was all. Surely he didn’t truly mean you were allowed to call him any time day or night. Surely he wouldn’t appreciate a phone call from his scaredycat neighbor who couldn’t even get through a thunderstorm, right?

A flash of lightening, and before you knew it, you were pressing his name on your screen: JEON JUNGKOOK. 

As it rang, images of his soft brown hair and big brown eyes flashed through your head. He’d just come in from working out when he’d stopped you on the stairs to help you carry the box you were struggling with. He’d been wearing an oversized black t-shirt and smelled of sweat and soap and his brown hair had stuck to his forehead and curled damply along the nape of his neck. You’d had butterflies from first glance. And when his front teeth had rested boyishly on his plush bottom lip, you’d been a goner. 

“Hello?” A voice sounds on the other end, far too chipper for 3am.

“Um, hi. Jungkook? This is Y/N.”

“Hiii!” He drawls, the recognition clear in his voice. “What’s up?”

Okay, waaay too chipper for 3am.

“This is embarrassing.”

“What is it, Y/N?” His voice suddenly grows serious, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Everything’s fine, I suppose. I just…I am having a hard time with the storm.”

“Oh. Is it the thunder?”

“Yeah. I know, embarrassing, right. What kind of grown…”

“No, no!” He is quick to interrupt, “One of my friends is the same way. It’s fine, Y/N. Do you want me to come over?”

“I didn’t wake you up, did I?”

“Nah, my sleep schedule is all kinds of fucked. I usually don’t hit the hay until at least four. I can be over in five minutes. You got whiskey?”

You blink. “Jungkook. I just moved in a few days ago. I barely have Cheerios.”

“Right,” Jungkook chuckles, “Alright, I’ll bring the whiskey. See you in a minute, Y/N.”

You hang up, and mortifyingly realize that you are in your pajamas and Jungkook will be here in just a few short minutes. Flying out of bed, you give yourself a once-over in your dresser mirror. Your pastel donut nightshirt glares back at you, mockingly. As if on cue, there is a soft knock on your front door. Well, donuts will have to do, you suppose. You rake a hand through your untamed, sleep-mussed mane before hurrying to the door to answer.

Jungkook stands on the other side, a soft oversized grey shirts hangs off his frame. His dark curls are prominent and full and his eyes don’t contain a single drop of sleep. There’s a glass bottle of an amber-colored liquid in his hand.

“Hi-ya,” he says happily, lifting the whiskey bottle a little, “I come bearing gifts.”

You open the door wider and allow him to step inside.

“I am so sorry about this,” You cringe, leading him towards the kitchen where your cardboard boxes marked DRINKWARE sit in a maze on the floor. “About the mess an about calling you at 3am.”

“Hey, it’s no problem, Y/N. Like I said, my sleep schedule is fucked. I was just sitting up watching some YouTube videos. You’ll be much better company.”

You smile, unwrapping two glasses from their newspaper protection, and pass them to him. He pours two drinks and slides on to you. You take a sip. You were never much for whiskey, but whatever it Jungkook’s brought over goes down smooth and sweet and rich and warm. 

“Would you be okay with sitting with me a minute?” You ask.

“Of course.”

Jungkook grabs the bottle and the two of you head to your couch. You sit cross-legged across from him on the couch, tugging the donut shirt down in between your legs for some semblance of modesty. Jungkook takes another sip of whiskey.

Another clap of thunder makes you jolt and Jungkook t’sks. “C’mere,” he says, opening his arm slightly, offering you a safe spot to tuck into. You pause, wondering if you really should. But a flash of lightening answers that for you, and you find yourself pressed into his side. He is warm and soft and his arm comes down to hold you gently against his side.

“It’s okay,” he whispers soothingly, a hand coming up to play with the curls at your back, “You’re okay, Y/N. It’s just a bit of thunder, nothing to be afraid of. I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

You relax into his side, breathing in the comforting scent of lavender laundry fabric softener.

“I am so embarrassed,” you say, trying to cover your face with your hands.

“Don’t be,” Jungkook implores, “My hyung will kill me for saying this, but he’s scared of thunder too. Can’t stand it. When it storms, he’s always gotta sleep in our hyung’s bed. And he’s almost thirty! You’re never too old to be scared of things.”

“What are you scared of, Jungkook?”

“Crowds.”

“How do you cope with that?” You ask curiously.

Jungkook giggles softly, “I sing.”

“What?” You sit up slightly.

“Yup! I’m a singer. I love performing, but that doesn’t mean I still don’t get shy in big crowds. But being up on stage helps, especially when I’m performing with my hyungs. It’s fine to be scared of stuff, Y/N. But it’s better to have someone at your side to comfort you.”

“I’m glad you’re here, Jungkook. Thank you. Thank you for coming over and for sitting with me tonight.”

“Of course, Y/N,” he continues running his fingertips through your curls, “We’re neighbors, I’ll always be here. I meant it when I said you could call me day or night. I’ll always be here to comfort you.” You melt as his words, feeling nothing but warmth and safety in his arms.

“What do you say we fix another drink and I pull up YouTube on the TV and you can show me what videos you were up watching tonight.”

“Okay but you can’t laugh at me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” you say as he pours more whiskey into the glasses.

You hand him the remote and he winces as he pulls up SpongeBob Top Ten Funny Moments.

You can’t help the giggle that breaks through.

“Hey! You swore you wouldn’t laugh!”

“That was before you pulled up Spongebob, weirdo,” you poke a finger into his stomach and he flinches with a soft giggle. 

“Okay, you can laugh at my taste in YouTube videos, but I draw the line at tickling.”

“Fair enough.”

Jungkook starts up the video, leaning back against the couch and pulling you back under his embrace. You nestle into his side, letting the soft fabric of his t-shirt caress your cheek. Outside the thunder crashes and the lightening strikes, but you don’t pay the storm outside any mind. You know you’re safe in his arms and nothing can harm you. 

Tomorrow the sun will shine and everything will smell of petrichor and wet grass. You don’t know it yet, but Jungkook will invite you over for breakfast and you’ll sip OJ at his counter while he flips pancakes and tells you about himself and you’ll steal nibbles of fresh-cut strawberries as you tell him about you. Tomorrow night you’ll walk to the cafe down the street holding hands as if you’ve done so a thousand times before, and when you get whipped cream from your vanilla latte on your upper lip, he’ll wipe it away with a kiss as soft as snowflakes.

Tonight though, you lean into his side and think to yourself how this is the first night since moving in that this place has truly felt like home.