I Have A Feeling That OC Asking Yoongi That Question Actually Isnt A Smart Decision

I have a feeling that OC asking Yoongi that question actually isn’t a smart decision

ok well lets see if ur right!

ps: and yes, every time you guys pick the right option, they’ll go down a healthy road.

every time y’all pick a wrong option, their relationship gets more toxic.

can you guess what happened?

can’t afford love | myg (m) #6

⋆ TAGLIST ⋆

⇠ PREV. ⋆ MASTERLIST ⋆ NEXT ⇢

WHAT DO YOU DO?

“Why didn’t you put up a fight when I wanted to divorce you?” — 96,5%

“It’s nothing.” — 3,5%

256 votes

you chose:

“Why didn’t you put up a fight when I wanted to divorce you?”

↓

you run a hand over your face to get rid of some of the water and glance up at him. “why didn’t you put up a fight when i wanted to divorce you?”

he stares at you, a frown slowly starting to form on his brows

“what?”

your lips quiver because of the way his voice is filled with

hmm

anger?

“i’m just–” you try to backtrack, “i was just wondering if you also just wanted the divorce and was waiting for me t–”

“stop, stop, stop,” he repeats, holding up his hand

oh shit

oh no

you shouldn’t have asked

you shouldn’t have

FUCK

“i never said i wanted to divorce. even when it happened, i never said i was fine with separating from you,” he tells you sternly, watching how little you’re becoming under his gaze

you start, “i just–”

“let me talk.” he cuts you off, sternly.

it’s enough to shut you up immediately cause he’s never been so abrupt

“i didn’t put up a fight because i know our marriage was going to shit and it was my fault. i saw the light in you die slowly yet i was worried about work. when you brought up divorce, i just didn’t feel right forcing you to stay with me.”

his words come out so precise

like he’s thought about this often

but he seems angry

you’re not sure though

angry at you?

angry at himself?

angry at the situation?

“but don’t ever imply again that i was ready to let you go.”

and with that, he turns the water off and turns around, stepping out of the shower

okay

now you feel guilty

really guilty

you sigh quietly and step out after him, watching how he dries himself off

he then wraps that towel around your shivering body and hands you one for your hair before stepping out

“i have,” you pause, trying to get his attention

just as he’s about to step out he turns to you, standing still in the doorway

“i have some clothes from seokjin.” you nod towards your room. “bottom drawer under the mirror.”

he stares at you for a moment longer with his infamous stoic expression before turning around again and heading into your room

you dry your body and reach for the bathrobe hanging up on the wall to put it on

you brush your teeth in silence

when you walk back into your room, he’s nowhere to be found

you head into the hall and when you arrive in the living room, he’s on the couch, tapping away on his phone

“i have an extra toothbrush, if you wanted it. it’s in the drawer under the sink.” you slowly approach him

he looks up at you from his phone, the light from his phone illuminating his face

making your eyes trace all the contours and details of his face

you don’t know what possesses you

but you reach to tuck his hair behind his ear and he just lets you

it’s quiet for a few more seconds until he gets up and quietly makes his way towards the bathroom

you stay in the living room, waiting for his return

you’re not sure whether he wants to stay or not

and it’s not that late currently

maybe you can both just

watch a movie or something??

but he didn’t immediately leave after his shower so maybe he wants to stay?

when he’s back, he blinks at you in confusion. “what?”

you turn to him and fidget with the rope of your bathrobe. “what?” you echo

“are you waiting for something?” he asks, still standing in the doorway

well

that’s embarrassing

“no, i just,” you pause as you look at the clock hung up on your wall

“it’s 9.30pm.. i thought maybe you’d be down to watch a movie together or something.”

the moment the words leave your mouth, the energy in the room completely changes

he’s staring at you, a frown present on his brows. “i don’t get it. i’m not even allowed to call you a term of endearment because you’re scared of our arrangement becoming too intimate but you want to sit together and watch a movie? you don’t think that’s intimate?”

what the hell?

you can’t keep the frown from creeping onto your brows. “what the hell is intimate about watching a movie together?”

“it’s intimate because we were once in love. please, don’t act dense.”

oh

he sounds really frustrated

you sigh and rub your forehead, not in the mood to keep discussing this. “alright then.” you turn on your heels and head back into your room

you don’t see or hear him for the rest of the night

maybe it wasn’t smart to ask that so soon after all.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆

you wake up to the sound of the door clicking shut

you shoot awake in your bed, looking around to scan your surroundings

you hear the sound of someone kicking their shoes off

you reach for your phone and realize it’s 9:40am

you shove your feet into your slippers and start walking out of your room, peeking around the corner

you see yoongi walking into the living room with a coffee cup holder containing 2 coffee cups and a bag of what seems to be bread and more

you walk backwards into your room, trying to gather your thoughts

you silently head into the bathroom to freshen up before heading into the living room

he’s sitting on the couch with the bag on the coffee table, immersed in his phone as he sips from his coffee

“goodmorning,” you quietly say, rubbing the back of your arms to comfort yourself

he glances up at you and locks his phone, tossing it to the side. “goodmorning.”

you awkwardly shift your weight from one leg to another, nodding towards the couch. “did you sleep okay?”

he nods and brings his hand up to dismiss your concerns as he points towards the other cup of coffee with his chin. “i hope you didn’t change the way you drink coffee.”

is this his way of saying he remembers how you like your coffee?

you slowly nod and approach him, sitting down next to him

“you still remember?” you ask as you reach for it, as if that’s not what he just specified

he chuckles, “we were together for 8 years. i know i wasn’t your dream husband but you being surprised that i remember your coffee makes me feel like i was a piece of shit.”

a chuckle escapes you as well until what he says actually registers in your brain. you slowly turn your head to him just as you’re about to take a sip. “yoongi, you were my dream husband. you know how much i hated the thought of marriage and my general dislike of men. the fact that i wanted to marry you and have your children says a lot.” you take a sip as you watch him absentmindedly stare at the lid of his coffee

you watch as the gears slowly start turning in his head

he turns to look at you, lips twitching with the need to say something. “it’s funny, you know. the fact that i was able to marry you despite your strong dislike for men made me feel like the king of the fucking world. being loved by you was unlike anything ever.”

did he

just

?

he doesn’t give you the opportunity to say anything back

he asks, “have you been with anyone after our split?”

?????

huh?

you blink at him. “what?”

“have you been with anyone?” he repeats, no sign of judgement on his face

“uh,” you start, “no.”

his eyes shift towards his coffee cup again as he slowly nods.

“have you?” you quietly ask him, taking another sip.

he glances back up at you, brown eyes staring into yours with a certain look in them

and his lack of response is all you need to know

you clear your throat and rise to your feet. “let me set the table.”

you walk into the kitchen and start setting the table like you’re on autopilot, mind still clouded with what just happened

what happened though?

what was that

what do you even make of that?

just as you’re washing a cucumber by the sink, your phone rings

you reach for the pocket of your robe and pull your phone out

oh shit

💨💨💨💨

it’s your mom

you pick up and put it to your ear. “hello?”

“mommy.”

“oh! jun, baby. are you having fun?”

“yesh.”

“that’s good, baby. mommy is really happy to hear your voice.”

“i miss mommy also.”

“awe, do you?”

right as you’re lost in the conversation with your little angel

there's a presence behind you

his hands against the edge of the sink on each side of your hips, chest pressed into your back which keeps you caged in between his body and the sink

your heart starts beating out of control but you know you should just keep talking to jun

of course you should

stop thinking about why yoongi is so close to you rn

maybe yoongi just wants to hear his son’s voice. have you thought about that, you selfish bitch?

“yesh. also miss daddy.”

“you miss daddy?” you reiterate and the moment it leaves your mouth, yoongi slightly tenses behind you

“yesh. when daddy coming?”

“daddy isn’t coming, mommy will come to pick you up.”

“but when daddy?”

ugh this kid. begging for his dad.

“you will see daddy tomorrow after daycare. now don’t make grammy crazy, okay? be a good boy and eat your veggies.”

“yesh.”

“bye, baby.”

“yesh.”

you hang up and slide your phone back into your pocket

and yoongi’s chest is still pressed into your back

“what are you doing?” you ask him but continue to wash the cucumber as if his proximity isn’t making your brain malfunction right now

“heard you talking to jun.” he nudges your ear with his nose, slightly inhaling your scent.

“i think that dinner with both of us was really good for him. maybe we should do it more often. like weekly,” you suggest as you try to focus on the task at hand:

SETTING THE TABLE.

he nods, voicing his agreement until it’s quiet again

he hasn’t moved an inch from behind youz “i’m sorry about yesterday.”

you try your best to focus as you shut off the tap water and take a cutting board from the drying rack and balance it on the sink as you start cutting the cucumber into slices

“i’m sorry too,” you reply, trying your best to focus on CUTTING the damn VEGETABLE

because with the days leading up to ovulation, you’re so damn horny and you can’t even think straight with his breath fanning over your neck

he shakes his head. “i want to say i’m sorry. i would have loved to watch a movie with you but i feel like it wouldn’t have ended with just that.”

you try to act nonchalant as you reach for a bowl to put the cucumbers in

“meaning?” you quip, knowing damn well what he meant by that

“meaning i’m not sure you wouldn’t have ended up bent over the cushions.”

ohhhh

😂😂😂😂😂

yeah

right right

the FUCK

the instant the words leave his mouth, you press your legs together

you need to act

normal

BE NORMAL

your entire relationship, your love language was pushin his buttons and he liked it just as much

“is that so?” you muse, turning around with the little space he’s granted you

now your hips are pressed together as you glance up at him, almost feeling hypnotized

everywhere you look

he’s there

it’s like he’s in your head

his eyes drop to your lips for a moment before back to your eyes, just staring you down like he doesn’t even understand his own feelings

“let’s eat,” he says out of nowhere, pushing himself off you and heading towards the set table

⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆

it’s silent during breakfast

the sound of your combined chewing and sipping is enough to check you into a psychward at this point

“so,” he starts, “did you hear about namjoon getting nominated for his book?”

you quickly nod as you swallow whatever food you’ve been chewing on. “yes, of course. i’ve been invited to the award ceremony.”

namjoon is yoongi’s best friend and had asked you to be his matchmaker back in college

you ended up introducing your friend to him and they’re going strong on 4 years of marriage now

he slowly nods. “me too.”

you don’t bring up the fact you were allowed to bring a plus one because the same probably goes for him too

“are you gonna go?” he asks and you nod to his question.

“okay. me too.”

it’s next weekend

meaning it’s his week to have jun

“what are you planning on doing with jun?”

he shrugs his shoulders. “i asked my mom 2-3 weeks ago, she wants to stay with him.”

you slowly nod as you take another bite of your sandwich.

it’s quiet for a few more moments until you stretch your leg out under the table and accidentally brush against his shin

was it totally on accident, though?

his eyes shift to you and he slowly puts the rest of his sandwich down.

he rises to his feet and starts gathering the dirty plates

“what’s with the hurry?” you ask, nodding toward his uneaten piece of bread and also rise to your feet to help him

he shakes his head. “you’re impatient.”

“me?” you chuckle, teasing him continuously with that shit eating tone in your voice

“yes, you.” he’s suddenly right in front of you, taking the plates out of your hands and placing them on the table

he adds, “don’t start something you can’t finish.”

oh, he thinks he’s got you?

well

this is just his way

of saying he’d be ok

with it being like old times

time to push his buttons.

you quip, “oh, like when you asked me to marry you?”

???

okay.

girl

maybe that was

a little too soon?

you’re just in time to watch the clench in his jaw

but everything goes by really quick when you’re turned around and your hipbones are suddenly pressed into the dinner table

“wha–”

“be quiet.” his hands are on your hips as you lean on your palms forwards, mere inches away from fully being bent over the table

“last chance to back out now,” he states, matter of factly

quick

first comeback that pops into your head!

“unlike you, i am not a coward.”

oh, girl that’s—

SLAP

did he just

spank you?

“ow!” you screech in surprise

his other hand is suddenly on the back of your neck, deepening your bow as your chest is now fully pressed into the table

with his crotch pressed into the swell of your ass

and you want it so bad

damn fuckin ovulation.

and his words from earlier come rushing back to you

it’s not a bad thing to want to have fun with trying for the second baby even if the other person is your ex

right?

you look at him over your shoulder. “what was that for?”

“i’m serious, i’ll take you right here, right now. do you want it or not?”

you’re quiet

real quiet

until you finally gather the courage to speak.

“fuck yes.”

to be continued.

⇠ PREV. ⋆ MASTERLIST ⋆ NEXT ⇢

— enjoyed it? you can always show your appreciation by buying me some coffee if you want ☕︎♡

— follow me on twitter and instagram for free exclusive content like sneak peeks, scrapped content, brain storming and to better interact with me ♧♡

— 🍀

@pamzn @jknoah @ahgasegotarmy116 @jaiuneamesolitaiire @rrrapmonste-rr @teddytaee @pnkmyg @yoongallery @agustdswifey @purp13st4r @busanstarkoo @busanboykoo @llallaaa @kookssecret @p34rluv @xumyboo @jojowantstocry @minjenna @codeinebelle @Futuristiclovedreamland @rirushu @taegicity @namgihours @ultminyoongi @swinterr @butterymin @partyparty-yah @bettybloop @secfir @coffeedepressionsoup @keroppitae @manuosorioh @whoa-jo @etaerealboyv @kaiparkerwifes @luvjiminandyoongi @luvbeomkai @petalsofink

good day miss jimjiminieerings 🫡 i hope i’m not being a bother for asking this but may we 😍 with deepest humility and pleasantries 🥹 have a tiny tiny sneak peek of your brothers bff single dad au 😍👉👈 😍? again if it’s not a bother miss jimjiminieerings!!! feel free to ignore this ask if u are unable to post– im just excited 😍🙏😅🥹

fail-safe (sneak peek)

pairing: yoongi x reader

wordcount: 8k

glimpse: growing up, your brother's best friend always berated you for not having a passion in life outside of loving him from afar. when yoongi leaves everything he's ever known for everything he's ever wanted, trying to move on from him becomes your biggest aspiration.

alternatively, yoongi left when you needed him the most, and comes back home at a time when you love him the least.

[ part one, intermission, part two, intermission 02, finale ]

[ a Lot of angst, eventual fluff, brother's best friend AND single dad au, So Much Yearning, unrequited love (initial), jealousy, self-deprecation, a lot of talk abt passion in an empty n hurtful way that most impassioned youngest children feel (it's a specific feeling idk!!!), eventual redemption in the next parts ]

sneak peek 01

You don’t mind getting hand-me-downs.

As a matter of fact, you love receiving them. The wear and tear of the things that came before you is only proof that it’s been loved enough to be passed on to you.

You adore your mother’s dainty vintage watch that she wore throughout college, the hardware and sentiment behind it being pretty enough that you don’t mind constantly getting the battery replaced. You like Namjoon’s shirts that he’s outgrown, even through the numerous phases he’s had wherein only denim and tie-dye filled his closet.

You don’t mind the history behind the numerous things you have in your home, unbothered that you’re probably the only house in the block with the oldest possible rice cooker. The chips in the staircase aren’t covered up with marker ink and neither are the loose stitches in the couch quilt snipped off. It’s home to your mother and Namjoon — if it’s good enough for them, then it’s already the best for you.

Even on top of everything, you don’t mind your family almost always getting you shirts and shoes that have an allowance in them. Your mom would go to Seoul and pick out the exact pair of sneakers you wanted that are atleast three sizes bigger than your actual feet, and you’d barely bat an eye.

You don’t mind the coziness of things that are brought to you, because even if they weren’t offered, you’d seek them yourself.

So when Yoongi mentioned that he’s decluttering his room and needed someone (read: you) to vacuum it up for him, you jump at the chance. You take a grocery bag with you, wear the nearest pair of slippers within your vicinity, and book it to his house as soon as he finished talking.

“Go crazy, kid. Almost everything in that pile is garbage so you can take anything.”

“I feel like I should be more offended than how I feel right now,” you hum, furrowing your eyebrows at the pile in front of you. It’s a mound of Yoongi, or atleast everything he’s ever wanted up until he decided to do a general cleaning of his bedroom.

Yoongi chuckles, going through his pile of clean laundry for him to fold on the side while you scavenge for his things. “It’s either I have you take them or I get ripped off at the thrift store, then I see somebody’s uncle wearing my shirt as an added insult.”

You huff, rummaging through his heap of belongings while conveniently trying to ignore that you may look like somebody’s uncle the moment you wear his clothes. Everything is him; every distressed cap, every unfinished embroidered shirt, and every item of old significance with his initials branded on it.

The thick gray hoodie you’ve been eyeing (along with its owner) for the better part of the last few years surfaces into your field of vision, your gasp audible enough to make him jolt because he thought you’d gotten hurt.

“No way, this too? But this is your favorite,” you half-complain and half-rejoice, turning the hoodie inside-out eagerly in the fear that there’s a catch to it belonging in the pile.

“Eh. I know it looked good on me but I don’t think it’s my favorite. Besides, I’ve bulked up! Wanna feel?” Yoongi grins, his segue eerily similar to your brother’s at every given chance. A neighbor from down the block recently opened a small-time gym, and the both of them have not been able to shut their mouths about it since. From their gossiping alone, Yoongi and Namjoon have generated enough advertising already.

“You and Namjoon really have to stop asking random people to feel your biceps.”

There’s random knick-knacks throughout the clump in the middle of his bed, some being too good and actually useful that you snag them. Yoongi lets you do what you want anyways (most of the time), not having to turn his head to berate you on what you’re only allowed to grab from his stuff.

You’re not greedy — you already have his hoodie and that should be enough on its own. But there’s that handkerchief with his initials embroidered on it, then that Rubik’s cube he swore his relative got for him from New York, and even the little butterfly knife he got from a souvenir shop when his family when to the beach.

There were those and there is this, looking up at you in all of its glory.

“Yoongi.”

“What now?” he sighs at your dramatic gasp, looking up from his folded laundry to see what you were going on about. It takes a second for him to fully realize why exactly were you so pumped.

“Are you serious? Your helmet?” you squeal, already hugging the shiny red mass close to you. “Does this mean you’re passing your motorcycle to me?!”

“Are you crazy? Fuck no,” Yoongi rolls his eyes, snatching his helmet back from you. He doesn’t miss the bratty frown that fills up your entire face; he’s not exactly the biggest fan whenever you were upset or angry; maybe even both. “Obviously I forgot I even put my helmet there when I made that pile.”

You whine, stomping your feet in exasperation. You would dramatically plop down on his bed if only it wasn’t full of his shit. “Come on! You told me you were teaching me as soon as you finish teaching Joon.”

“Teaching you how to ride my scooter is not the same as giving you it. Why would I just hand you what I bought with my hard-earned money?” Yoongi scrunches his nose, tone sharper than what he intended.

“But you still haven’t taught me,” you murmur to placate yourself and dissuade yourself from the delusion that Yoongi would even exert such an effort for you because of course — why would he do that for you?

You have an inkling that you’re being irrational for all the wrong reasons, perhaps even projecting your need to be looked after… by him.

Yoongi notices your mood that turned sour quickly, the silence between you becoming loaded. He didn’t mean to be that blunt. “I don’t think you’re even old enough to have your driving permit,” he adds in consolation, voice considerably softer.

You snicker lowly, still looking at your feet with your arms crossed. “But I’m old enough to backpack whenever you need me to carry shit that can’t fit in your carrier.”

He immediately groans at your comeback, his furrowed eyebrows mirroring yours. “You’re so stubborn.”

“You’re a hypocrite,” you retort, knowing for a fact he’s known how to drive even before he was eligible for permits and licenses and whatnot.

Yoongi takes one, two seconds to himself to regain his composure, clearing his head in the process. You’re still not looking at him and you’re pouting and you don’t even notice the latter, making him crack a small smile.

“I will teach you next week.”

“Oh my-…”

He cuts you off, raising his hand in emphasis. “Provided that you listen to everything I say and wear full gear at all times. You clearly don’t have a job yet-…”

“Ouch.”

“And I don’t have the extra money to buy full gear for myself, so what you’ll do is bundle up with your padded coat and the thickest jeans you have,” Yoongi enunciates every word, eyes keenly on you. They’re too wide and alert, you actually feel like listening to him.

“You go on rides wearing your pajamas.”

“Just say ‘thank you, Yoongi’.”

“You haven’t done anything yet,” you trail off, head tilting in confusion.

You’ve had a million conversations like this with Yoongi before but of different fonts; worn, familiar, and warm.

“Thank you, Yoongi,” he mouths, nodding at you to do the same. He won’t stop until you utter them back to him, and you know you won’t go home either without giving him your gratitude as you always do.

“Thank you, Yoongi,” you relent, the grin that breaks through your lips being infectious enough that he laughs lowly to himself.

He exhales all the worries he has and could possibly ever have seeing you ride the motorcycle (or for you yearning to do everything that he does), grasping at whatever sanity he has left from looking after you.

.

.

sneak peek 02

In the grand scheme of things, you realize that Yoongi was right — nothing valuable was left for him in your hometown anymore. He was as right as you were wrong every time he went on a monologue of how he thinks there’s no problem in him admitting that he’s full of envy. He had been right for being bitter that there’s people who have and get much more than him, more than what they deserve, by not even putting a fourth of the effort that he does.

In the same way that he was right, you were wrong for thinking each time that Yoongi would soon outgrow his ambitions and instead, see things for what they are. You were wrong for thinking Yoongi would stoop down to your page, much less ever think of it.

Yoongi was right for saying that his stomach’s made of steel, and you were wrong for trying to convince him otherwise. He’s always had the appetite for more, the digestion of whatever life throws at him coming easy. Yoongi can choke down the reality of leaving Namjoon, your brother, who’s been buddies with him even before they could talk. He could forgo the only brother figure he’s ever had in his life if it means making something of himself.

He doesn’t get constipated from the reality of no longer having the homemade meals your mother would make that the younger, more innocent, and less ambitious version of him would literally jumps fences for. In fact, Yoongi’s palate craved something more foreign and sophisticated; not familiar, hearty meals served in dinnerware dulled from years of routine.

His stomach doesn’t turn thinking about how the skyline he said he’d never get tired of, wouldn’t appear in his new side of the world. The little, unassuming, and far too comfortable version of him who used to chase sunrises with his bike as a child and chase sunsets with his car as a teenager, doesn’t feel like he’d be poisoned if he were to see the sunlight in a high-rise instead of a run-down pavement.

Yoongi’s right when he said he had a tolerance because he doesn’t even get heartburn when you cry for him to no longer leave. You’re not in the position to beg him to stay (and you probably never will be) because as you’ve come to realize, he would only stay for the big things.

The only thing that would anchor Min Yoongi into place and dissuade him from chasing more is by being the most. One would have to be extremely significant, even bigger than Namjoon’s brotherhood, your mother’s impact, and what your hometown has to offer. You can’t even hold a candle to the aforementioned.

In Yoongi’s grand plan that’s as big as the galaxy, you’re merely a speck of dust that had the luck of hovering around him. You realized it back then when you blew over and fought with him right before his flight; right when Yoongi was clutching his one-way ticket, right when one foot was already out of the door.

“But the future that you want is not easy, Yoongi!” you gritted through your teeth, the grip you had on his suitcase too visceral that it bends under the pressure. Yoongi snatches his luggage from you in a blink, nostrils flaring in annoyance.

“Of course you’d be the first to say that,” he seethed, eyes wild and unforgiving. He drills his finger into his temple, inching towards you with an anger he had never shown before. “You don’t work as hard as I do, Y/N! You always settle. You always go for mediocre. You never put your head into anything because you’re too immature for any of this shit!”

“I’m not immature, you asshole!”

“Yes you are, you dipshit!” Yoongi scoffed, throwing his head back. “You cave and you bend and you let the whole world fuck you over, then you come running to me whining. You don’t have a passion in life, Y/N! You’re begging me to stay in the same predicament that you’re in now, what’s not immature about that?”

“When you leave now and decide to come back one day, Yoongi,” you spat with resentment, the tears that pour down your cheeks no longer out of sadness but instead, out of promise. “Nothing will ever be the same.”

“Good,” Yoongi clipped, turning his back on you for the last time. “Good for me.”

In the grand scheme of things, you realize that when Yoongi left five years ago, he also took the large chunk of your soul that had been shaped over and over again the entire time that he stood by you. He’d gotten his hands on the security and contentment you used to take pride in, weaponizing it against you.

You’re unsure if you have to thank him for that, the uncertainty being on par with the insecurity you had felt when he left you with his truth.

When you visit your mother for her birthday and see Yoongi emerge from your childhood bedroom, hand-in-hand with a toddler that looks like an exact carbon copy of him, you’re unsure of what to do either.

You’re not hysterical in the same way you stood before him when you even considered ripping up his plane ticket, but on the other hand, Yoongi’s inconsolable in the way he flounders before you.

“Y/N,” he says breathless, the lump in his throat even bigger than the tiny fist that grips his hand. “I… I-I didn’t-…” Yoongi tries again, his mouth dry at your appearance. “You came home.”

“I’m only visiting,” you answer, the curt smile on your face that Yoongi recognizes to be the one you’d give to strangers making his blood run cold. “I don’t plan on staying.”

.

.

.

ruh-roh new series alert :O wanna read the entire first chapter of fail-safe now + gain early access to succeeding chapters + read other exclusive content?? subscribe to my patreon :D

also to get ahead of the questions: yes, this is a general fic aka it WILL be posted on tumblr too!!! i'll release it here mid-november :)

hope everyone's having wonderful lust-filled thoughts over fictional men today

You can call me, Suga -ㅅ- OR.. AgustD 😈 or.. Yoongi👉🏼👈🏼🥺

Best friends for life

(via)

 ✦ 슈취타 EP.16 ✦