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BABY, I CARE FOR YOU.

➞ pair: yoongi x f reader

➞ genre: sickfic, best friends to potential lovers (who knows?), fluffy fluff, yoongi being the best bff you could ever ask for, I miss him so much.

➞ synopsis: where the reader is sick and her bff is always there for the rescue.

➞ warnings: none.

➞ A/N: another request by @parkjennykim, who used 'she/her' pronouns in the req so I used those accordingly. This was fun to write. I hope you enjoy it :)

PS. readers, remember my reqs are still open for now. you can go ahead and send some (read pinned post if u haven't yet, tho).

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the bag you've been carrying all day slipped off of your shoulder as soon as you pushed the door to your apartment open and stepped in. not bothering to pick it up, you remove your shoes and leave them somewhere near the entrance and take a deep breath through the nose.

your body was having a party that day. muscles and head aching like crazy, throat bleeding as it burned with a ticklish feeling that lingered for hours and bringing out coughing fits from your chest every few minutes, legs barely holding you up and an annoyingly runny nose, you're sure the skin around it is red and raw from how you've been rubbing at it with tissues all day. not to forget the fact that you were freezing to death even though the heaters were doing their work in the flat more than enough.

“Mom is finally home!” A loud squeal came rushing from down the hall. You raised your head with some difficulty to see your best friend approaching you with your cat, Leo, in his arms and a wide smile adorning his face. He stopped in his tracks and frowned, however, as soon as he noticed your scowling expression and bloodshot eyes.

“Woah, you look so not happy right now.” he commented.

“What are you doing here, Yoongi?” Though your expression softened as you spoke, your voice still held a wince the more uncomfortable the light bulb became to your squinted eyes.

“You didn’t answer my calls or even texts, so I just decided to come over myself.” he explained, then eyed you up with knitted brows and a barely noticeable pout on his cherry red lips, “are you okay?”

“My head and body are killing me. I’m going to sleep. You can stay as much as you like, just feed Leo before you leave, plea-." A couple of sneezes cut your sentence off. The action stabbed daggers into your already throbbing brain; so painful that your eyes teared up and you squeezed your hands around your skull to try and control the waves of shock that hit you all of a sudden.

“Wait,” Yoongi put Leo on the floor and walked towards you. the back of his hand felt like a soft, warm blanket wrapped up around your body on a cold, snowy night as it rested on your forehead, so you closed your eyes and hummed in satisfaction.

“You’re so hot.” he grimaced at the heat that bit his skin, and when he noticed how you smirked mischievously with your eyes still closed shut, he whined, “don’t!”

“I’m not doing anything!” Your tongue felt numb as you blinked your eyes open and smiled at him.

“Come, you need to take a warm bath and eat something.” his fingers gently wrapped around your wrist, slowly pulling towards the bathroom.

"Your hands are always warm. I like that a lot." you whispered, absent-mindedly eying the way he was soothingly caressing the skin under his thumb.

“Are you going to bathe me?” his cheeks warmed up at the question you blurted so suddenly, but the way you were slurring your words implied that none of the things you were rambling about were intentional. the fever really took its toll on your brain.

“Go do your thing, and I'm going to make you something warm to eat.” he bit his lower lip and pointed towards the bathroom, leaving to start doing his task in the kitchen.

"The walls are spinning around me!" You whimpered as soon as you entered your room, wet hair wrapped up in a towel, a fluffy, warm hoodie swallowing your torso and a pair of sweatpants. Yoongi, who was sitting on your bed, immediately fixed his gaze on you with a small smile. you could spot your favorite pair of socks laying beside him on the bed sheets, and your heart skipped a beat or two at how thoughtful that small gesture alone was.

"I'm sorry. let me just blow dry your hair, and then you can eat." he apologized, pointing at the hair dryer he'd been holding in his hand and patting the empty spot next to him.

"You're spoiling me today." You complained, but still obediently sat besides your sweet friend.

"You're sick, I'm taking care of you." he replied matter-of-factly.

you murmured a small 'thank you' before he gently started taking the wet towel off your head, then started carefully drying your hair.

When you stepped into the kitchen, you found Yoongi setting plates, along with utensils on the small table located by the wall. his eyes landed on you as soon as your painful-sounding coughs announced your arrival.

“Feeling any better?” his brows rose worriedly, and his gaze followed your hunched up body as it walked and took a seat.

“kind of. thanks for the food.” You offered a genuine smile despite all the tiredness washing over your limbs. he nodded knowingly.

“Here, take these when you finish eating.” He put a tablet right next to your bowl and sat across from you, digging into his own plate as well.

After a while, you decided to break the comfortable silence when your eyes fell upon the clock hanging just above the door frame, “You have work tomorrow, and it’s getting late. you should probably go.”

“I know you’re a jackass and you’d sleep on an empty stomach if you wanted to, even when you’re sick.” he muttered so casually it almost made you giggle if it weren't for the guilt of forcing him to stay taking over your mind.

“That’s not right!” You started to argue but hissed when your head reminded you that it still got a tornado going on inside of it as it throbbed even harder.

“Stop talking and eat!” he scolded, and you wordlessly complied.

"I'm not leaving until you're tucked into bed and fast asleep," he added in a stern tone after a small pause, making you grin weakly and stuff your face with another spoonful of soup.

"Are you feeling any better?" Once again, yoongi asked after pulling the duvet over your chin. he chose to sit right by your side, on the floor and with his back facing you.

you replied with a muffled hum, barely audible as you were busy gratefully enjoying the softness of your comforter with closed eyes. it felt as though it had some kind of magic that absorbed all the aching tension in your body, allowing you to finally heave a sigh in relief after such a long, tiring day.

"Where's Leo?" you asked.

"probably napping somewhere after his meal."

"You fed him?"

"Of course I did. I'm not like you, forgetting my cat as soon as I get sick." he smirked teasingly.

"I didn't! I knew you were gonna stay, and I trusted you, like I always do." Your voice was only getting weaker and weaker, sleepy as you fought a battle against sleep just to answer your cheeky best friend.

Yoongi only smiled, glancing at you with tinted cheeks. he allowed his gaze to linger just a tad bit more on your closed eyes, nose poking out above the fuzzy blanket and shoulders ever so faintly shivering as the fever still clung onto you. he found the sight so endearing, he chuckled quietly and sighed, "Good to know you do."

"'m so 'ired." You slurred.

"Sleep, darling. I'm right here." was the last thing you heard him say ever so gently before surrendering your powers and drifting into a deep slumber.

Yoongi kept observing as you slept for a while before standing up. He bent down to press one soft kiss on your cheek and another one on your forehead, then walked out of the room with extra efforts not to make any noise and disturb your peaceful night when it had just started.

"Mom is sleeping. Let's hang out in the living room, hmm?" He picked up the fluffy cat that came running towards him as soon as he saw the door opening and kissed his head. heading towards the living room with a small smile on his face.

girlfriends💜

by Lorraine Sorlet

Merry Mememas; Tis the Season -> MYG

Holidays weren't really Yoongi's thing, but maybe that was changing.

Min Yoongi x Reader word count: 941 genre: fluff, semi-established relationship, christmas party warnings: drinking prompt: person a seducing person b into taking a few steps back/backing them against the wall (”oh look, how did that mistletoe get right there????”) a/n: in celebration of my birthday week and the upcoming holiday i've written a few drabbles <3 beta'ed by the ever lovely @here2bbtstrash

Yoongi had never really cared about the holidays. 

They were often too busy, too crowded, and took time away from all the things he could be doing otherwise. If it were up to him, he’d be locked away in his studio all month not dealing with any of it. Unfortunately, like most things in his life, Yoongi couldn’t have it that easy. 

Though, he supposed that was part of what he gave up when he joined the company. 

Now, he was doing all sorts of things he would rather not be doing, like singing and learning complicated dance choreo that he secretly enjoyed but would never admit. He would much rather spend his days working on music or sneaking in a nap when the rare desire to sleep arose. Unfortunately, he had responsibilities he couldn’t avoid, which was how he ended up at one of the casual holiday parties that the company decided to throw. 

It was an incredibly informal event, hosted at someone’s house; filled with festive drinks, stupid games, and corny decorations like tinsel strung up all over the place. Music filled every inch of the space, some fancy sort of surround system probably, with people drunkenly singing along loudly and off-key to whatever Christmas jingle was playing. 

Yoongi was off on his own against a wall, mulling over his options. In his hand was his second cup of spiked eggnog, half drained, and he was pondering a refill as his gaze drifted across the room. 

A couple was making out on one of the couches, a game of truth or dare mixed with spin the bottle went on close to the Christmas tree, people were chatting around the food spread and punch bowls. 

None of those things kept his intention until his gaze slid over those gathered for the silly game, lingering on one particular, familiar, face. 

You looked up, locking eyes with him before someone was saying your name and your attention was pulled away. Yoongi debated meandering over before deciding against it. Instead, he took a swig of his eggnog and pushed off the wall. 

You could have your fun; there were other things he could distract himself with if he wanted. 

Yoongi had played truth or dare once or twice before and while he was usually content to let you, his sort-of girlfriend (because the relationship was still really casual and he didn’t care to label it), drag him into things…he had opted to skip this go around. 

Game crowds tended to be more unruly than he had energy for and…he wanted to sneak off and find a place to chill without others, maybe nap if it was quiet enough. He had found a nice spot in a corner that wasn’t too loud and allowed him to crowd watch as he sipped on the remains of his drink .

Yoongi was in the middle of debating getting up and securing a refill when you found him, lips a little kiss swollen and your hair mussed. His pleasant buzz had him grinning up at you, opening his arms to welcome you into his lap if you were so inclined. 

“There you are,” you cooed, tugging on his hands to pull him to his feet, Yoongi swaying slightly because his brain was a little foggy, in that good kind of way. 

“Here I am,” he replied, smile softening into that special one he saved for you. Stepping closer, he allowed his hands to rest on your waist. “Did you have fun? 

Yoong didn’t really care, but he figured it was polite to ask. 

You tucked yourself against him, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw while your hand slid along his back and curled around his hip bone. “It was amusing,” you admitted, “but it would have been more fun with you.” 

Yoongi laughed, the sound louder in his ears than he liked, and shook his head at you. “Nah,” he replied, “I’d just keep you from doing all the outlandish stuff.” You giggled, high off the adrenaline from whatever you got up to and Yoongi took the opportunity to kiss your temple. 

Silence settled over you both and he looked down at you, watching the way you stared off before you were tugging him along by his belt loops. He went easily, helpless to do anything to deny you. 

“Where are you taking me, sweetheart?” Yoongi asked, feeling his words slurring; he wondered how spiked the eggnog was. “Gonna take advantage of me?” He teased, enjoying the darkening of your expression and the way it told him: yeah, I’m going to do just that. 

When you finally stopped, it involved you pushing him against a door frame with the metal hinges digging uncomfortably into his back. He was too busy staring at you with a crinkled brow to complain. “The bed’s–” 

Your lips were soft, but firm against his. He kissed back eagerly, a dopy, pleased smile on his mouth when you pulled back. 

“Mistletoe,” you whispered against his mouth before kissing him again. Yoongi’s head spun a little between the breathlessness of the kisses and the buzz of the alcohol sloshing in his veins. 

“You don’t need mistletoe to kiss me, babe,” he mumbled, stumbling backward and tugging you with him until you were falling onto the bed with him. 

“Yeah,” you huffed, rolling your eyes like it was a ridiculous thing to say, “but it’s the season.” Still, you were straddling his hips and there were more kisses, no mistletoe required, and likely more to come. 

And holidays still weren’t really his thing, but Yoongi didn’t think he minded this one much anymore.

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pretty baby

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min yoongi. he’s the type to do things silently - like a cat.

like how he’ll neatly display the various sheet masks he bought on the way home on the bathroom sink. or like how he’ll “just happen” to be making your favourite food after you’d told him about a rough day. or the way he’ll overdress in winter to make sure he always has an extra layer to give to you when you get cold. even the way he already has a tissue in hand before you even sneeze when you’re sick in bed.

and especially in the way he never fails to tuck you under his arm once he thinks you’ve fallen asleep at night. he may be silent, but you always hear his soft, “i love you” before he closes his own eyes.

i want two boyfriends so i can dress them like twins for @sopekooks

doll face...♡ {cr. moreloveforhobi, namuspromised}

🪷 D-552 TILL THE LOTUSES BLOOM 🪷

yoongi liking strong men pt. 2658

FLOWERS IN YOUR HAIR

My works are 14+ only. If you are under 14 DO NOT read/interact with me or my works

Pairing: Yoongi x fem reader

Word count: 840

Note: Another drabble that’s a product of me staying up late a couple nights ago lol. Also my first BTS drabble on Tumblr! How exciting! I thought my first BTS imagine here would be a repost from Wattpad but I got hit with 2 AM inspiration and wrote something new!

The warm and gentle breeze gently caressed your skin, sending strands of your hair floating errantly about. The outdoor conditions were perfectly ideal; from the puffy clouds that graciously covered the sun from time to time to give you a break from its bright rays to the comfortable temperature that was neither too hot nor too cold. In your lap lied Yoongi, your boyfriend, whom you hadn't been able to spend much time with lately due to his hectic schedule. Then again, what could you expect from dating a member of the world's biggest K-pop group?

His long, raven hair was splayed across your thighs as he lie completely motionless, his eyes closed while he enjoyed the comfortable breeze. Though the vast and spacious park you were at was stunning and overlooked the river, your gaze was fixed on Yoongi and the way his dark lashes rested delicately on his round cheeks. Gosh, he was perfect. He had the cutest button nose and the prettiest pink lips that were soft as silk and as plush as pillows. Just looking at them brought fond memories to the forefront of your mind. Memories of Yoongi showering your neck with a lavish amount of kisses or placing his pliant lips to your shoulder in the early morning (or afternoon) hours to wake you up from a blissful sleep.

Your hand moved on its own accord up to the crown of Yoongi's head where you gingerly combed your nails through his hair, gently grazing his scalp. His closed eyelids fluttered while he released a long sigh at your delicate and loving ministrations. Seeing his positive reaction, you continued to brush through his hair with your fingers, gliding them through the shiny strands that felt like ribbons between your digits. When Yoongi first started growing his hair out, you showered him in praises and compliments, never letting a day go by where you didn't tell him how much you adored the longer length on him. Playing with his hair became a regular occurrence and when it was long enough to be pulled back in a ponytail, you spent a few nights tying his locks up into pigtails for fun.

"I love your hair." The sentence slipped past your lips without another thought.

Yoongi's signature raspy chuckle reached your ears before a quiet, "I know. You tell me that almost every day."

"That's because I love it so much." You told him, spotting a dainty, nearby white flower sticking up from the grass.

Plucking the blossom from the ground, you tucked it into your boyfriend's hair, smiling softly to yourself. He didn't seem to notice, so you picked another one, and another, and another.

You had successfully placed six flowers into Yoongi's hair when he spoke up.

"Baby, what are you doing?" His deep voice rumbled lowly from below you.

"Nothing." You murmured, discreetly slipping one more blossom into his hair.

You always thought it was impossible for Yoongi to be any more ethereal than he already was, however, seeing him right now, you were proved wrong. The tiny, white flowers contrasted with his black hair, sitting prettily about his head, making him look like a fairy.

Deciding he needed just one more flower, you leaned over slightly to snag another bloom from the ground, sliding the thin stem into his hair. Yoongi flinched slightly at the ticklish sensation on his scalp.

"Seriously. What are you doing?" He inquired with a light chortle, bringing one of his hands up to his hair, his brows furrowing when he felt the delicate petals against his palm.

"Ah, Yoongi!" You huffed. "At least let me get a picture first before you ruin it."

"Are those flowers?"

"Yes." You moved his hand away, fishing your phone from your back pocket. "Now close your eyes again. I wanna take a picture."

"Why?" He chuckled, doing as you said while he spoke.

"Because you're pretty."

Yoongi fought back a smile, trying his best to keep his composure while you snapped photos. He couldn't ignore the way his heart swelled with an immense feeling of adoration for you. There was never a moment where you weren't complimenting him or making sure he knew just how much he meant to you and how lucky you were to have him in your life. Though he's always felt that it was the other way around. If he didn't have you, he would probably lose him mind. Especially since you were often there for him when he was feeling overwhelmed from work or frustrated from lack of inspiration.

"Okay." You smiled. "Done."

"How do they look?"

"Like lock screen material."

"Lemme see."

Presenting your phone, you allowed Yoongi to scroll through the ten or so pictures you took of him. He smiled softly to himself before handing your phone back.

"My pretty boy." You gushed, tracing down the bridge of his nose.

Yoongi took hold of your hand, pulling it to his lips where he placed a kiss to the back of it.

"My pretty girl."

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he is very cute to me

Baked With Love

AN: Written to ‘my tears ricochet’ by Taylor Swift (please stop by if you want to scream about folklore lol) 1.3k

Summary: When the missing hurts enough to bake banana bread.

angst/fluff/established relationship

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It’s just that you missed him. Even though he was close by, on the other side of a painted wall, with no idea that you were feeling so alone. Because even when he was back home and it made sense to look forward to spending time together, it didn’t happen in the way you expected it to. His headphones covered his ears, leaning over the computers and production devices you still barely knew anything about, despite his attempts to teach you. And you wanted to learn, you know? Because it was important to understand everything about him, but maybe you wanted to know those things more than he realized.

You woke up on the third morning, keeping your eyes shut as your hand ran along the cool sheets beside you. Where he had been laying. But his body had been missing long enough for the space to grow cold, and you peeled your eyes open, sinking your face further into the silk pillowcase beneath it.

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Yoongi knows something’s wrong. Ever since he picked you up from your best friend’s house, you barely muttered a single word. The dry greeting that ended up being just simple ‘hi’ with no kiss made his brows furrow. It’s late, he should’ve been sleeping since he slept four hours in total. But he still texted you and told you he’ll pick you up, once you told him you’re not home.

But he’s not aware of your thoughts. He doesn’t know you feel so lonely that your best friend is your solace, instead of him. Regardless of your thoughts, he knows you’re not being yourself. You don’t text him anymore during his work, not that he liked it that much because you were just a pure distraction. As harsh as it might sound, it’s true. He could barely focus on producing, not when you clouded his mind and he regretted waking up so early when you were still sleeping, and him coming home and you were already in bed.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, stealing a glance at you before he fully focuses on the road ahead of you.

The passing buildings seems to be much more interesting than your boyfriend. You’re so pissed off. He doesn’t even know what’s wrong with you, he has the audacity to ask you that, when he should know what’s been bothering you. This just proves how little he’s invested in your relationship.

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Mornings with Yoongi

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: just some thoughts and a small blurb about soft morning things with Yoongi

Warnings: none, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! It's a little short, but it's kind of a similar concept to the Yoongi drabble I'm planning to post tomorrow, so hopefully you like both of them?

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Contrary to what some people might think, despite typically being the first one up and about, Yoongi is not a morning person.

Mornings with you however, made him start to reconsider his opinion a bit.

Naturally, he enjoyed the slower, lazy mornings on the weekends, when neither of you had anywhere else to be, hazey gold light slipping through the curtains as he lay listening to your steady breaths as you slept next to him.

But even on normal days, when you were both in a rush to get ready and out the door, there were little habits and routines that you two had developed that made him come to appreciate those early hours of the morning.

The way you always let your hand drift across his back before you get out of bed.

Him helping you curl/style that one section of hair in the back that never quite lies right for you.

Knowing where each other's things are, but not your own. "Do you know where-?" "You're grey sneakers are in the hall closet." / "Have you seen my earbuds?" "In my bag." "Why are they in your bag?!"

On days when you have to leave earlier than him, he still gets up with you and makes your coffee or breakfast for you.

Slipping little notes in his bag or pocket for him to find later.

Surprisingly clingy in the morning. If he doesn't get a certain amount of affection, he's grumpy the rest of the day.

Trying to be as quiet as possible, you tiptoed around the room, gathering your things for the day, only to turn around to around to see his dark eyes, still heavy lidded with sleep, following your every move.

"Hey." He rasped.

"Hi." You whispered, not wanting to wake him further.

"What time is it?"

"Almost nine."

" 's too early." He grumbled, grabbing for your waist as you walked past in a half-hearted attempt to pull you back to bed.

"Yoongi, I have to get ready for work." You whined.

"You don't have to go in till ten." He pointed out, trying to entreat you with his eyes as he toyed with the edge of your shirt.

You sighed. "Ten minutes."

With a grin, he half dragged you back onto the bed, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

"You big baby." You giggled.

"Shh, I'm sleeping." He mumbled as he tucked your head under his chin, eyes already closed again.

yes yoongi i will do whatever you say

favourite yoongi looks [12/∞]

one of the best fics i've ever read, one that had me addicted to my phone and crying, wasn't even prose. it was a huge, casual, bullet-pointed outline with every detail of an au that the author never got around to writing in full. and it was amazing.

let this be a message to all you who want to write but can't do it "normally": write it! someone out there will eat it up. whether that be poetry, tiny drabbles, or bullet pointed list: your work is always worth it. your art (yes, art!) will alway deserve to have its moment in the spotlight. why? because you made it. even if it wasn't done in a traditional matter, it came from your brain and your creativity and that is amazing.

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here we go💜