My Time | Myg Drabble

my time | myg drabble

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀; the lack of presence of your boyfriend in your relationship makes you think things that you eventually speak up about

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff, smut, tiny bit of angst

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: oral sex [female receiving], unprotected sex, fingering, edging, car sex, strong language

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 5.2k

a/n: commissioned by @ninjastef09​, thank you again for doing this!!

𝗺.𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | ☕️

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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girlfriends💜

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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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.

© eong39