Interlude | MYG | One

Interlude | MYG | One

Pair: Idol!Yoongi x Deaf!reader

Summary: All Yoongi wanted was to use the last few months before enlisting to work on his solo projects, prepare for his tour. When the silence left around him as his members started to go one by one got too loud, he needed to find something else to fill in the void. But Yoongi would never have guessed that it would come in the form of you… Someone he would never expect to fall in love with.

Chapter warnings: Welcome to Yoongi’s interlude. Check out the general warnings in the series masterlist if you haven't yet. 

 WC: 2.3K

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Min Yoongi was in a slump.

A bumpy, annoying, creative slump. It happened to every artist at some point in their careers, he was sure. Namjoon had gone through it about two years ago. Hoseok did, too, at some point before Jack In The Box took shape. Yoongi’s turn was about to catch up to him, no matter how much ARMY said he was a genius and all that.

Yoongi just didn't want his creative block to happen now. 

With his impending military enlistment just around the corner, his time frame was very limited. The window he had to put out his first official solo album was slim as it was, and he just didn't seem to have any inspiration lately. 

His lyrics were good, yes, but they didn't resonate with him lately, it seemed. And if Yoongi couldn’t relate to them, how could he expect anybody else to? 

After so many years of writing lyrics for others, and writing for BTS, had he lost who he was as an artist? Had he lost his identity? Did he become too soft for Agust D? Were Suga and Yoongi even separate entities at this point? 

Yoongi was facing his very own interlude. A time of pause. The space between two acts. He could appreciate the poetics behind it, however aggravating it might be. 

Sitting slumped in his desk, staring at the song he was trying to work on, absolutely wasn’t helping. He needed to stretch his legs, look at something else that wasn’t his carefully picked decor for Genius Lab 2.0. And he needed a drink. 

Maybe it was too early for the drink he actually wanted, but coffee would have to do. 

Yoongi picked up his outer jacket, thick enough to keep him warm on this January afternoon, and fixed his beanie low on his head. He reached for the crumpled face mask inside the pocket of the jacket and tugged it on his ears, leaving it down on his chin until he had to leave the building. 

The pandemic was well on its way of being over, but wearing a mask to cover their faces was always a common occurrence when it came to idols, especially when they had to do mundane things and didn’t want to draw too much attention towards themselves. 

And going across the street from HYBE, to the coffee shop Yoongi and other idols from the company were known to appear in, was too risky for him not to cover at least half of his face. 

It was definitely weird to leave his studio and walk the hallway to the elevator, where both sides of it were packed with art pieces that belonged to Namjoon, and walk by the studios that belonged to his members to find them empty. Now that everyone was doing their own thing, it was rare whenever they were together in the same place. 

Yoongi was definitely one to enjoy his quiet time, the silence and the opportunity to be his own self after almost thirteen years of being in a group. He had been the first one to get excited about moving out of the dorm and officially move into his own apartment. 

He just didn’t count on how lonely it would be. 

Yoongi never thought he'd miss Seokjin’s yells as he played video games at odd hours, or Taehyung’s pouting as he asked Yoongi to cook him something, or the needy moments of Jimin when the younger man invaded his personal space just because. 

It was definitely a bittersweet feeling that, most days, sat heavy on his chest. Like an itch he couldn’t quite scratch. 

Once the elevator arrived, Yoongi pulled out his phone from his pocket to place his coffee order online; a perk from this particular shop, so he could pay for everything on the app and his drink would already be made and waiting for him to pick it up. 

As the lift moved down, with the robotic voice telling him the time and weather, his stomach panged in disappointment as a warning message popped up as he opened the app:

⚠️Dear customers, we are closed until February 1st. We are currently under construction to better serve you! We are sorry for the inconvenience and hope to see you soon. 

The warning was less than ideal as now he was craving the coffee fix. Begrudgingly, Yoongi stared at the digital panel on the wall of the elevator, with the numbers and information about what each floor of the building held. 

4F Makeup & Wardrobe 

5F Dance Studios 

6F Music Studios 

7F Storage

8F Staff Lounge 

9F to 16F Office 

17F HYBE Coffee Lounge 

Yoongi had never been to the newly inaugurated coffee shop that HYBE installed on the seventeenth floor, but he heard from one of the TXT dongsaengs that the coffee was decent and the baked goods were tasty. He didn’t know what to expect from it, not really sure the music company had enough expertise to open their own café, but he might as well give it a try. 

The whole floor was really empty as he left the elevator on the seventeenth floor, quiet even, which he appreciated. Yoongi might be feeling lonely most of the time, but that’s because he missed his members, not people, as the deeply rooted introvert that he was. The natural lighting coming from the big floor-to-ceiling walls surrounding the space was welcoming and warm, not at all representing the snow covering the streets so many floors below. 

Light wood table and chair sets were spread around, lounge areas with sofas and armchairs all in the same dark gray color that made up most of HYBE’s architecture. Right at the back, was a square coffee stand that wasn’t big at all, taking away the industrial or mainstream aesthetic he was expecting to find. 

In the middle of it, stood only one person. A girl, maybe a couple years younger than him, not by much. It shocked Yoongi that someone so young and, frankly, so pretty, would have been hired by HYBE to work in their building. As much as the rumors circulating around the internet weren’t exactly true –like the myth that women had to be married and of a certain age to work there– this girl wasn’t exactly the type Yoongi was used to seeing around in the company. 

You weren’t the obvious kind of pretty, not like the idols he was accustomed to interacting with. You didn’t have any makeup on, no designer clothes. But the more he watched you –like a creep–, he noticed little things that made you stand out. Like the smartwatch on your right wrist; gray band with doodles done with a sharpie. Or the peach earrings on your ears that reminded him of the jelly candy type Jungkook was always munching on after a particularly draining dieting period. 

You were wearing the ‘we believe in music’ HYBE uniform shirt that was complimentary for the artists and staff, jeans, and had your hair up in a neat bun at the top of your head. Your gaze was cast down as you wrote something down onto a notebook, so you only noticed Yoongi once he was quite near. 

“Hi.” he greeted, albeit a little awkward as your big, almost round eyes stared up at him. Not in recognition, not as if you were a fan, but as if you weren’t expecting a customer to show up. And, with how quiet and empty the rest of the floor was, he didn’t blame you. “One iced americano to go, please.” 

You answered him with a smile and a small nod, typing his order out on the register. The price for it showed up on the little screen facing him and Yoongi pulled out his credit card from his wallet to tap against it and the small beep let him know it went through. 

“Oh, wait–” he hushed, the face mask slipping from his chin to cover his lips with the movement. “Can you make it a decaf?” 

You offered him a new smile before turning your back to him and Yoongi wasn’t sure if he should sit down and wait or just stand there and strike up a conversation to make things less awkward. 

He was never really good at the aimless chat, but he could do it to save his life in case you turned around to ask him something. Like ‘the weather is quite chilly today, huh?’ or ‘do you think the snow will hold up?’.

But Yoongi was an observer. He liked to think of himself as someone who noticed things others didn't. So it was only natural for him to watch you make his coffee. If anything, he was making sure you got it right.

He liked the way your hair moved as you shifted around inside your little box, as it was precariously tied up by a blue scrunchie, the way your slender fingers pressed the buttons on the espresso machine, or how you were delicate in the way you put the grounded coffee beans into the powder bowl, neatly pressing it until smooth. 

Yoongi must be staring so much that you turned around to look at him over your shoulder. Your eyes were very expressive, he came to find out, avoiding your curious gaze as he looked down at the display of baked goods behind the glass counter. 

The man doubted that any of the cakes, pastries, cookies and small sandwiches were really made inside the barely-a-coffee-shop-coffee-stand, as he couldn’t see much more than a tiny oven to heat up the food before serving, but they really did look good. 

His gaze was brought back to you only when you placed the plastic cup with the coffee in front of Yoongi, with a plastic straw still on the wrapping laid on top of it. 

“Thanks.” 

Yoongi bowed his head to you as he teared through the wrapping on the straw and poked it into the lid, pulling his mask down to take the first refreshing sip as he turned around to leave. But as soon as the drink reached his tongue, he stopped. 

This was full caffeine, not the decaf he asked for. You've gotten his order wrong, but how hard could that be? There were only two of you there, so if this is how you worked on slower times, Yoongi would most definitely not come back during the rush hour. 

“Hey, uh, I don't think this is decaf.” he didn’t want to seem rude as he turned back to you, but you could probably tell his tone was annoyed. 

Your eyes widened slightly and your gloss covered lips formed a cute 'o' that almost made him say thanks again and just keep the wrong coffee. 

But then you held up your right hand, pointer finger and thumb connecting to form a circle, touching your forehead, then bringing your hand down to a chopping motion over the back of your left hand.

Sorry. 

You were using sign language. 

And you didn't give Yoongi time to react, gently prying the coffee from his hands to make another one. 

Well, Yoongi felt like an ass. Looking at you now, and the fact that you didn’t utter a single word or make a single sound after his arrival, or the way you didn't even flinch at the noises the espresso machine was making, should tell him what your problem was.

Not that deafness or mutism were problems! Obviously you didn't let it stop you from functioning like a normal person! You had a job. You were out and about– because you were a normal person. Obviously!

Get a grip, Yoongi, he internally cursed himself.   

The idol couldn't remember when another person made him this flustered, ever. His cheeks were warm and probably as pink as cotton candy. No one had ever knocked down his walls like this. But then again, you didn't knock down his walls, Yoongi bumped into them and, like a stack of cards, they came tumbling down in the midst of his embarrassment. 

You were way done with the new coffee by the time Yoongi began to control his awkwardness, debating if he should apologize to you. He didn’t remember much of sign language, really, but he did know the basics. 

One of his aunts on his mother’s side was born deaf, so all his life he had contact with the woman, and he grew up to learn how to communicate with her. But being away from home for so long, living in Seoul since he was only seventeen made him more than a little rusty. 

Yoongi kind of remembered how to say ‘thank you’, but you weren’t looking at him as you handed him the new coffee. You picked up a post-it note and the pen you were using to write on your notebook, and you scribbled down a note: 

‘I’m really sorry. Masks make it hard to read lips. But I’ll remember it for next time! :)’ 

Having learned his lesson, Yoongi pulled his face mask off all the way and shoved it in his pocket before saying: “It’s okay, really. No big deal. Thank you for the, uh– new coffee.” 

At least the fact that you couldn’t hear made it so you didn’t catch the wavering of his voice, or the slight awkwardness he couldn’t completely send away. He didn’t think you could ever hear the fast thumping of his heart even if you could, but it was an extra safety net that he relied on. 

You gave him a thumbs up in return and a soft smile, one that was too sweet for this world. Too sweet for him to handle. 

Yoongi’s encounter with you stayed in his head even after he was back in his studio, the americano almost over, the ice rattling inside the coffee cup each time he took a sip. 

He couldn’t really explain the clenching in his chest as he thought of you, or the fact that you kept coming back to the forefront of his mind as he tried to get back to work. Yoongi didn’t think he pitied you, but he couldn’t help but think of how sad life must be, without music to fill it. Yoongi couldn’t live without music, he’d rather stop existing. 

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Whirlwind | MYG

♡pairing: min yoongi x reader

♡wc: 3.1k

♡genre: smut, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, non-idol AU

♡ warnings: unprotected sex, degradation, oral sex (f receiving)

♡summary: with a hurricane coming your way towards your state, your roommate provides a safe haven to the man you’ve despised for as long as you can remember.

MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)

The grocery store was bustling with people getting ready to prepare for the hurricane that was set to land in your state by the end of the week. You always knew once hurricane season started you needed to get supplies to keep you stocked, but since you’re plagued with the disease of procrastination you have no choice but to do last minute shopping. At least you had the company of Park Jimin to help you with your grocery run.

Park Jimin has been a close friend of yours since high school and have stayed roommates even after your college years. He has been the biggest support system for you throughout the years and you have been the same for him.

Once you were done checking out at the store you made your way to the car to pack all your groceries away. There was already a steady drizzle of rain falling down from the sky and you sighed already imagining the flooding that was bound to come with the storm. Jimin decided to take over the role of driving back home. You thanked him and quietly slid into the passenger seat. Jimin had refrained from any conversation throughout this trip and it made you a little concerned for him. He is never one to shy away from conversation or saying what he thinks so this behavior leads you to believe that something is wrong.

“Hey Chim, is everything alright?” You glanced his way to see if his expression will give anything away, but his face didn’t even twitch.

“Yeah I’m good bub, I just have some stuff on my mind. Don’t mind me.” He sent you a small smile to try and placate your worries.

“Okay well you know I’ll always be here to listen whenever you’re ready.” You gave him a small squeeze to his shoulder and dropped the topic the rest of the drive home. The soft hum of the radio filled up the silence of the car ride.

Once at home the groceries were unpacked and put into their respective places in the fridge and pantry and Jimin stored the cases of water bottles in the garage. Without glancing your way he called your name softly to get your attention once he was back in the kitchen. You peered at him waiting to hear what he was going to ask.

“Can we talk once I’m out of the shower?” You nodded and retreated to your room to give him the space he needed to do.

Your mind started to sift through memories of the past weeks to see if it could give you any kind of hint as to what this conversation could be about. Is he going to move out? Did you do something to upset him and didn’t realize? The cogs were turning and anxiety was starting to make you feel a little queasy. The time that Jimin took to shower and change felt like it was stretching on for too long. You were about to get up and check on him when you heard tow soft knocks against your door before he opened it to let himself in.

He was changed into an oversized sleep shirt and sweatpants and his bare cheeks were slightly flushed from the hot shower. You patted the middle of the bed for him to sit down and get comfortable.

“What’s going on Jimin? Are you sure everything is okay?” He was wringing his fingers together

And his eyes shifted around the room as he was preparing himself to speak. “With the hurricane coming up, is it okay if a friend comes and stays with us until it passes? His town is directly in the path of the storm and his area is prone to flooding.” You stared at him with widened eyes and nodded without hesitation. Why was he so nervous about this? This wasn’t nearly as bad as all the scenarios that you came up with in your mind.

“Of course that’s okay Chim! Any friend of yours is a friend of mine. Don’t scare me like though again I thought you were dying or going to move out!” You stretched to give him a hug and he rubbed your back gently. With that being the end of the discussion he bid you goodnight with a tight lipped smile that you gave no mind to and he took himself back into his bedroom.

Okay -scratch that- there is one friend of Jimin’s that is not a friend of yours. That person is the one and only Min Yoongi. He has been a thorn in your side since Jimin has entered your life. He has never done anything that was genuinely that awful to you but it’s the way he speaks and carries himself with such an arrogant attitude that aggravates you.

When you saw him walk through the threshold of your front door with his duffel bag you instantly felt your blood start to bubble from the boiling rage you had in your body. The glare you sent Jimin was deadly and you motioned him to follow you into your room so you can tear him a new one talk.

“Park Jimin I don’t know if you suddenly have amnesia for the past 10 years, but I don’t know where you got the idea that Min Yoongi is allowed into our home! If I had known it was him that you were offering a place to stay I would’ve just let the hurricane take him away.” You were livid. Jimin took your hands in his to stop the gesticulating you were doing. With the way your hands were moving wildly he was afraid you would hit him.

“ I didn’t tell you because of that reason Y/N. I know you don’t like him, but this is only temporary. I told him to be on his best behavior, but if he really acts out I’ll send him to a hotel nearby if the weather isn’t too bad.” You let out an exasperated sigh, but had nothing else to add to the conversation that would make it productive. You stomped back out into the living room and refused to acknowledge Yoongi’s presence. Maybe if you just ignore that he’s in your home you can keep your sanity intact.

“Hey princess, can you sit somewhere else? This is gonna be my bed for the next couple of days.” You gritted your teeth hearing that god awful nickname Yoongi called you. He always said it in such a condescending tone that would get under your skin in the perfect way. “In case you forgot Yoongi,” his name rolled off your tongue with a sharp bite. “This is my home that you are a guest in. You don’t get to boss me around on what I can and cannot do in my home and my couch.” You continued scrolling on your phone hoping he would get the hint to leave you alone. Needless to say you were wrong. Instead he decided to plop himself down on the couch without a care that jostled your body. You glared at him and he met your gaze with a stupid fucking smirk. On top of this he started to unpack his duffel bag noisily, tugging on the zipper with a strong force. You got up from the couch with a huff and locked yourself in your room with a slam of your door. This was going to be a strenuous couple of days.

The next day you woke up and found Jimin and Yoongi working outside to put shutters around the windows. This blowing wind was starting to pick up but the humidity was still high in the air. You stepped outside and greeted Jimin while he was busy holding the ladder to keep Yoongi stabilized. You retreated to get two cups of cold water to give the boys and when you came back outside Yoongi was wiping the sweat off his face with the front of his t-shirt. The way the fabric rode up to expose his pale skin and toned back had you staring without even realizing. Jimin was suddenly clearing his throat and when your eyes landed on his face he was staring at you with a raised eyebrow. You looked back at the cups and handed them both to Jimin and headed back inside without a word.

When they finished the project of the shutters the sliding door opened and when you walked in Min Yoongi’s shirt was off. You stared at his abs that were just as toned as his back. When the hell did he get so fit? Even his biceps were much bigger than you ever remember them. Why do you even remember the size of his biceps?

“You seem to have a staring problem princess, keep that up and I might do something about it.” His low voice took you out of your daze and you scoffed at his comment. “You come anywhere near me Min and I’ll punch you into next week. Watch yourself.” You slid your eyes back on the Netflix show that had lost your interest minutes ago. He just snickered and walked into Jimin’s room to take a shower.

Once the door was locked Jimin stood in front of the TV blocking your view with his hand on his hips. “What’s up with the sudden ogling you have for Yoongs? You wanna fuck him or something?” This made you burst out in sarcastic laughter. “Get real Jimin. I wouldn’t even touch him with a 10 foot pole.” you rolled your eyes at the thought of even getting touched by Yoongi. “Whatever you say, but your actions are contradicting the bullshit that you’re trying to convince me with.” And with that Jimin stalked off into to kitchen for a quick snack.

Later in the evening the thunderstorm was booming with thunder and you could see peeks of lightning through the shutters. The combination of these conditions with the howling wind has led the power to go out. Jimin searched for the lantern in the garage to bring back some light into the home. You were left with Yoongi in the living room and no words were said between the two of you. It's for the best. Yoongi felt like breaking the silence first.

“You know, I never understood why you can’t stand me princess. I don’t think I’ve done anything to wrong you.” He studied his nails as he talked. “First issue already is that dumbass nickname that you won’t stop calling me even though I told you endless times that I hate it.” “Aw, but I think it suits you and your stuck up behavior.” He sneered and this made you meet his eyes with a fiery glare. “Go fuck yourself Min. You’re one to talk about other people’s behaviors when you walk around like an arrogant ass. You have some fucking nerve.” The tension in the room was rising to levels that made it feel stuffy. Why the hell is it taking Jimin so long to find the lantern? “You think you know everything about me princess, but you don’t even know how wrong you are!” His voice was rising as he got up from the couch and he was now towering above your seated figure. “Well if I’m so wrong why don’t you prove it to me that you’re not some self-important prick.”

As soon as those words came out of your mouth his lips were colliding with your own and his fingers grasped your chin to keep you in place. You kissed back with the same amount of fervor and gripped the front of his sweatshirt. As soon as you let out a whimper of desperation, you heard the garage door open notifying you both of Jimin’s returning presence. Yoongi pulled away at light speed and took his seat back on the couch to keep the distance between you two. “What did I miss?” Jimin looked between the two of you with confusion spread on his face. You ignored his curiosity and retreated into your room before he could detect the flush spread across your face.

Since the power was lost the house became hotter as the night progressed and the sweatshirt you had was discarded for a cropped tank top and nothing more than panties for the bottoms. Your handheld fan lost power an hour ago since you decided to have it on full blast instead of trying to conserve the power to have it last longer. The sheen of sweat was building up on your skin and you went to the garage to get yourself a bottle of water to help cool down.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you opened the door and saw Yoongi’s figure in the garage too. “Christ, you scared the hell out of me!” You clutched your hand over your heart trying to calm your heart rate. You’re too frazzled to realize that you’re standing in front of Min Yoongi in just your panties and that he’s shirtless and only boxers. He smirked and slowly approached you. You pedaled backwards until your back hit the wall and was cornered by him. His eyes roamed over your body and smirked. “You know you drive my crazy princess?” You turned your face to the side to avoid eye contact, but his breath fanned your neck in the right way to make your heart race. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You murmured through pouted lips.

He took a small step back with his arms crossed over his chest. “Really? Because the way you were whimpering for me hours ago just from a kiss says otherwise.” You flushed at his words and you were again cornered by him. He slit his leg between yours and his thigh was just ghosting the already damp spot you have in your panties.”Well I can give you a little reminder and more to jog your memory.” He raised his thigh and planted his hands on your waist to keep you place. The sudden sensation has you gasping and rutting your hips to get more friction.

“Look at you, you’re like a bitch in heat rutting against my thigh. You’re so desperate for me already and I haven’t even done a thing princess. I can’t wait to fuck your shitty attitude out of you.” His words were starting to anger you. “Shut the fuck up!” You were too busy chasing your high to even want to give him the time of day to his taunting. To this, he swiftly removed his thigh and went back to standing straight. You were distressed and looked at him with wide eyes. What is wrong with him? “Yoongi what the fuck?” He wrapped his long, slender fingers around the column of your throat. “You think you deserve to fucking cum? With the way you’ve talked to me all these years I could edge you all fucking week. Don’t tempt me.” You shivered at his words. His fingers slithered in between your legs and pushed your panties to the side to tease your clit. You released a breathy moan and threw your head on his shoulder. “Tell me no right now and I’ll stop right now sweetheart. We won’t even have to talk about it ever again.” You shook your head against his shoulder. “I need words, that isn’t enough.” “I want you to fuck me Yoongi. Now stop talking and do something.” The desperation was so evident in your words and that’s all he needed to hear.

His dexterous fingers got to work and slipped into your sloppy cunt. The way his fingers pumped into you had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “F-fuck Yoon right there!” Your thighs were shaking and your pussy fluttered the closer you were to your orgasm. At the last second you were about to cum Yoongi slipped out his fingers and slapped your pussy. You were panting now with how worked up you were.

“Take the panties off. Now.” You obliged with his words and his dark eyes made you even wetter if that was even possible because you are the most soaked you’ve ever been before. Nobody has ever made you feel as good as Yoongi is right now. Once your panties were off he dropped to his knees and stuffed his head between your legs. You propped up one of your feet on his thigh and he grabbed the back of your thighs to bring you closer. His lips wrapped around your clit and started sucking on it. Your moans were rising in volume and in pitch. His tongue dipping into your hole and licking your cunt made you feral. You gripped on to his hair and that sensation had him moaning against your core. That was enough to send you over the edge. You let out a strangled moan as you came all over his mouth. “Fuck, you taste so fucking good on my tongue.”

You didn’t even get a chance to regain your bearings before Yoongi's lips were on yours. The taste of him mixed with you had you groaning. His cock was straining against his boxers and he was rutting against your thigh and he nibbled on your lip and kissed you fervently. “Now you’re the bitch in heat on my thigh.” You chuckled, but Yoongi wasn’t in the mood for jokes at the moment. He stripped off his boxers and the sight of his thick cock had you drooling. He tapped the back of your thigh twice and instructed you to jump up. You followed his instructions and his hands gripped your thighs as he pressed you against the wall. He angled his cock against your entrance and bottomed out in one go. This had you screaming out in pleasure and your nails dragged against his back.

He fucked into you mercilessly and reveled in the sounds you made. Knowing he was making you feel this good and scream out inflated his ego beyond the atmosphere. “Tell me you’re only fucking mine.” He growled into your ear. You were so fucked out you could barely process his words. “Tell. Me. Princess.” He punctuated each word with a deep thrust that had you seeing stars. “F-fuck I’m only y-yours Yoongi! Only yours!” He grinned hearing this. The coil in your stomach snapped and brought you to your second orgasm of the night. “Who would’ve thought the bitch with the most to say would be creaming all over my fucking cock.” Yoongi was groaning through his words and his thrusts were starting to get sloppy. After a few more strokes he pumped your pussy full of his cum.

You both were out of breath and panting and you winced when his softening cock slipped out of you. You both suddenly jumped at the sudden knock against the garage door. Jimins voice rang through the other side. “I’m glad you’ve been able to reconcile, but you two are fucking loud!” You heard his footsteps fade away and you and Yoongi snickered at each other. Maybe Min Yoongi isn’t as bad after all.

Whirlwind | MYG

♡pairing: min yoongi x reader

♡wc: 3.1k

♡genre: smut, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, non-idol AU

♡ warnings: unprotected sex, degradation, oral sex (f receiving)

♡summary: with a hurricane coming your way towards your state, your roommate provides a safe haven to the man you’ve despised for as long as you can remember.

MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)

The grocery store was bustling with people getting ready to prepare for the hurricane that was set to land in your state by the end of the week. You always knew once hurricane season started you needed to get supplies to keep you stocked, but since you’re plagued with the disease of procrastination you have no choice but to do last minute shopping. At least you had the company of Park Jimin to help you with your grocery run.

Park Jimin has been a close friend of yours since high school and have stayed roommates even after your college years. He has been the biggest support system for you throughout the years and you have been the same for him.

Once you were done checking out at the store you made your way to the car to pack all your groceries away. There was already a steady drizzle of rain falling down from the sky and you sighed already imagining the flooding that was bound to come with the storm. Jimin decided to take over the role of driving back home. You thanked him and quietly slid into the passenger seat. Jimin had refrained from any conversation throughout this trip and it made you a little concerned for him. He is never one to shy away from conversation or saying what he thinks so this behavior leads you to believe that something is wrong.

“Hey Chim, is everything alright?” You glanced his way to see if his expression will give anything away, but his face didn’t even twitch.

“Yeah I’m good bub, I just have some stuff on my mind. Don’t mind me.” He sent you a small smile to try and placate your worries.

“Okay well you know I’ll always be here to listen whenever you’re ready.” You gave him a small squeeze to his shoulder and dropped the topic the rest of the drive home. The soft hum of the radio filled up the silence of the car ride.

Once at home the groceries were unpacked and put into their respective places in the fridge and pantry and Jimin stored the cases of water bottles in the garage. Without glancing your way he called your name softly to get your attention once he was back in the kitchen. You peered at him waiting to hear what he was going to ask.

“Can we talk once I’m out of the shower?” You nodded and retreated to your room to give him the space he needed to do.

Your mind started to sift through memories of the past weeks to see if it could give you any kind of hint as to what this conversation could be about. Is he going to move out? Did you do something to upset him and didn’t realize? The cogs were turning and anxiety was starting to make you feel a little queasy. The time that Jimin took to shower and change felt like it was stretching on for too long. You were about to get up and check on him when you heard tow soft knocks against your door before he opened it to let himself in.

He was changed into an oversized sleep shirt and sweatpants and his bare cheeks were slightly flushed from the hot shower. You patted the middle of the bed for him to sit down and get comfortable.

“What’s going on Jimin? Are you sure everything is okay?” He was wringing his fingers together

And his eyes shifted around the room as he was preparing himself to speak. “With the hurricane coming up, is it okay if a friend comes and stays with us until it passes? His town is directly in the path of the storm and his area is prone to flooding.” You stared at him with widened eyes and nodded without hesitation. Why was he so nervous about this? This wasn’t nearly as bad as all the scenarios that you came up with in your mind.

“Of course that’s okay Chim! Any friend of yours is a friend of mine. Don’t scare me like though again I thought you were dying or going to move out!” You stretched to give him a hug and he rubbed your back gently. With that being the end of the discussion he bid you goodnight with a tight lipped smile that you gave no mind to and he took himself back into his bedroom.

Okay -scratch that- there is one friend of Jimin’s that is not a friend of yours. That person is the one and only Min Yoongi. He has been a thorn in your side since Jimin has entered your life. He has never done anything that was genuinely that awful to you but it’s the way he speaks and carries himself with such an arrogant attitude that aggravates you.

When you saw him walk through the threshold of your front door with his duffel bag you instantly felt your blood start to bubble from the boiling rage you had in your body. The glare you sent Jimin was deadly and you motioned him to follow you into your room so you can tear him a new one talk.

“Park Jimin I don’t know if you suddenly have amnesia for the past 10 years, but I don’t know where you got the idea that Min Yoongi is allowed into our home! If I had known it was him that you were offering a place to stay I would’ve just let the hurricane take him away.” You were livid. Jimin took your hands in his to stop the gesticulating you were doing. With the way your hands were moving wildly he was afraid you would hit him.

“ I didn’t tell you because of that reason Y/N. I know you don’t like him, but this is only temporary. I told him to be on his best behavior, but if he really acts out I’ll send him to a hotel nearby if the weather isn’t too bad.” You let out an exasperated sigh, but had nothing else to add to the conversation that would make it productive. You stomped back out into the living room and refused to acknowledge Yoongi’s presence. Maybe if you just ignore that he’s in your home you can keep your sanity intact.

“Hey princess, can you sit somewhere else? This is gonna be my bed for the next couple of days.” You gritted your teeth hearing that god awful nickname Yoongi called you. He always said it in such a condescending tone that would get under your skin in the perfect way. “In case you forgot Yoongi,” his name rolled off your tongue with a sharp bite. “This is my home that you are a guest in. You don’t get to boss me around on what I can and cannot do in my home and my couch.” You continued scrolling on your phone hoping he would get the hint to leave you alone. Needless to say you were wrong. Instead he decided to plop himself down on the couch without a care that jostled your body. You glared at him and he met your gaze with a stupid fucking smirk. On top of this he started to unpack his duffel bag noisily, tugging on the zipper with a strong force. You got up from the couch with a huff and locked yourself in your room with a slam of your door. This was going to be a strenuous couple of days.

The next day you woke up and found Jimin and Yoongi working outside to put shutters around the windows. This blowing wind was starting to pick up but the humidity was still high in the air. You stepped outside and greeted Jimin while he was busy holding the ladder to keep Yoongi stabilized. You retreated to get two cups of cold water to give the boys and when you came back outside Yoongi was wiping the sweat off his face with the front of his t-shirt. The way the fabric rode up to expose his pale skin and toned back had you staring without even realizing. Jimin was suddenly clearing his throat and when your eyes landed on his face he was staring at you with a raised eyebrow. You looked back at the cups and handed them both to Jimin and headed back inside without a word.

When they finished the project of the shutters the sliding door opened and when you walked in Min Yoongi’s shirt was off. You stared at his abs that were just as toned as his back. When the hell did he get so fit? Even his biceps were much bigger than you ever remember them. Why do you even remember the size of his biceps?

“You seem to have a staring problem princess, keep that up and I might do something about it.” His low voice took you out of your daze and you scoffed at his comment. “You come anywhere near me Min and I’ll punch you into next week. Watch yourself.” You slid your eyes back on the Netflix show that had lost your interest minutes ago. He just snickered and walked into Jimin’s room to take a shower.

Once the door was locked Jimin stood in front of the TV blocking your view with his hand on his hips. “What’s up with the sudden ogling you have for Yoongs? You wanna fuck him or something?” This made you burst out in sarcastic laughter. “Get real Jimin. I wouldn’t even touch him with a 10 foot pole.” you rolled your eyes at the thought of even getting touched by Yoongi. “Whatever you say, but your actions are contradicting the bullshit that you’re trying to convince me with.” And with that Jimin stalked off into to kitchen for a quick snack.

Later in the evening the thunderstorm was booming with thunder and you could see peeks of lightning through the shutters. The combination of these conditions with the howling wind has led the power to go out. Jimin searched for the lantern in the garage to bring back some light into the home. You were left with Yoongi in the living room and no words were said between the two of you. It's for the best. Yoongi felt like breaking the silence first.

“You know, I never understood why you can’t stand me princess. I don’t think I’ve done anything to wrong you.” He studied his nails as he talked. “First issue already is that dumbass nickname that you won’t stop calling me even though I told you endless times that I hate it.” “Aw, but I think it suits you and your stuck up behavior.” He sneered and this made you meet his eyes with a fiery glare. “Go fuck yourself Min. You’re one to talk about other people’s behaviors when you walk around like an arrogant ass. You have some fucking nerve.” The tension in the room was rising to levels that made it feel stuffy. Why the hell is it taking Jimin so long to find the lantern? “You think you know everything about me princess, but you don’t even know how wrong you are!” His voice was rising as he got up from the couch and he was now towering above your seated figure. “Well if I’m so wrong why don’t you prove it to me that you’re not some self-important prick.”

As soon as those words came out of your mouth his lips were colliding with your own and his fingers grasped your chin to keep you in place. You kissed back with the same amount of fervor and gripped the front of his sweatshirt. As soon as you let out a whimper of desperation, you heard the garage door open notifying you both of Jimin’s returning presence. Yoongi pulled away at light speed and took his seat back on the couch to keep the distance between you two. “What did I miss?” Jimin looked between the two of you with confusion spread on his face. You ignored his curiosity and retreated into your room before he could detect the flush spread across your face.

Since the power was lost the house became hotter as the night progressed and the sweatshirt you had was discarded for a cropped tank top and nothing more than panties for the bottoms. Your handheld fan lost power an hour ago since you decided to have it on full blast instead of trying to conserve the power to have it last longer. The sheen of sweat was building up on your skin and you went to the garage to get yourself a bottle of water to help cool down.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you opened the door and saw Yoongi’s figure in the garage too. “Christ, you scared the hell out of me!” You clutched your hand over your heart trying to calm your heart rate. You’re too frazzled to realize that you’re standing in front of Min Yoongi in just your panties and that he’s shirtless and only boxers. He smirked and slowly approached you. You pedaled backwards until your back hit the wall and was cornered by him. His eyes roamed over your body and smirked. “You know you drive my crazy princess?” You turned your face to the side to avoid eye contact, but his breath fanned your neck in the right way to make your heart race. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You murmured through pouted lips.

He took a small step back with his arms crossed over his chest. “Really? Because the way you were whimpering for me hours ago just from a kiss says otherwise.” You flushed at his words and you were again cornered by him. He slit his leg between yours and his thigh was just ghosting the already damp spot you have in your panties.”Well I can give you a little reminder and more to jog your memory.” He raised his thigh and planted his hands on your waist to keep you place. The sudden sensation has you gasping and rutting your hips to get more friction.

“Look at you, you’re like a bitch in heat rutting against my thigh. You’re so desperate for me already and I haven’t even done a thing princess. I can’t wait to fuck your shitty attitude out of you.” His words were starting to anger you. “Shut the fuck up!” You were too busy chasing your high to even want to give him the time of day to his taunting. To this, he swiftly removed his thigh and went back to standing straight. You were distressed and looked at him with wide eyes. What is wrong with him? “Yoongi what the fuck?” He wrapped his long, slender fingers around the column of your throat. “You think you deserve to fucking cum? With the way you’ve talked to me all these years I could edge you all fucking week. Don’t tempt me.” You shivered at his words. His fingers slithered in between your legs and pushed your panties to the side to tease your clit. You released a breathy moan and threw your head on his shoulder. “Tell me no right now and I’ll stop right now sweetheart. We won’t even have to talk about it ever again.” You shook your head against his shoulder. “I need words, that isn’t enough.” “I want you to fuck me Yoongi. Now stop talking and do something.” The desperation was so evident in your words and that’s all he needed to hear.

His dexterous fingers got to work and slipped into your sloppy cunt. The way his fingers pumped into you had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “F-fuck Yoon right there!” Your thighs were shaking and your pussy fluttered the closer you were to your orgasm. At the last second you were about to cum Yoongi slipped out his fingers and slapped your pussy. You were panting now with how worked up you were.

“Take the panties off. Now.” You obliged with his words and his dark eyes made you even wetter if that was even possible because you are the most soaked you’ve ever been before. Nobody has ever made you feel as good as Yoongi is right now. Once your panties were off he dropped to his knees and stuffed his head between your legs. You propped up one of your feet on his thigh and he grabbed the back of your thighs to bring you closer. His lips wrapped around your clit and started sucking on it. Your moans were rising in volume and in pitch. His tongue dipping into your hole and licking your cunt made you feral. You gripped on to his hair and that sensation had him moaning against your core. That was enough to send you over the edge. You let out a strangled moan as you came all over his mouth. “Fuck, you taste so fucking good on my tongue.”

You didn’t even get a chance to regain your bearings before Yoongi's lips were on yours. The taste of him mixed with you had you groaning. His cock was straining against his boxers and he was rutting against your thigh and he nibbled on your lip and kissed you fervently. “Now you’re the bitch in heat on my thigh.” You chuckled, but Yoongi wasn’t in the mood for jokes at the moment. He stripped off his boxers and the sight of his thick cock had you drooling. He tapped the back of your thigh twice and instructed you to jump up. You followed his instructions and his hands gripped your thighs as he pressed you against the wall. He angled his cock against your entrance and bottomed out in one go. This had you screaming out in pleasure and your nails dragged against his back.

He fucked into you mercilessly and reveled in the sounds you made. Knowing he was making you feel this good and scream out inflated his ego beyond the atmosphere. “Tell me you’re only fucking mine.” He growled into your ear. You were so fucked out you could barely process his words. “Tell. Me. Princess.” He punctuated each word with a deep thrust that had you seeing stars. “F-fuck I’m only y-yours Yoongi! Only yours!” He grinned hearing this. The coil in your stomach snapped and brought you to your second orgasm of the night. “Who would’ve thought the bitch with the most to say would be creaming all over my fucking cock.” Yoongi was groaning through his words and his thrusts were starting to get sloppy. After a few more strokes he pumped your pussy full of his cum.

You both were out of breath and panting and you winced when his softening cock slipped out of you. You both suddenly jumped at the sudden knock against the garage door. Jimins voice rang through the other side. “I’m glad you’ve been able to reconcile, but you two are fucking loud!” You heard his footsteps fade away and you and Yoongi snickered at each other. Maybe Min Yoongi isn’t as bad after all.

i’m literally going to burst into flames from how cute this fic is!!! yoongi is so caring for oc and oc is just a cutie patootie 🥹💓

Interlude | MYG | Four

Pair: Idol!Yoongi x Deaf!reader

Summary: All Yoongi wanted was to use the last few months before enlisting to work on his solo projects, prepare for his tour. When the silence left around him as his members started to go one by one got too loud, he needed to find something else to fill in the void. But Yoongi would never have guessed that it would come in the form of you… Someone he would never expect to fall in love with.

Chapter warnings: The angst is angsting and the slow burn is burning. 

A/N: Phrases in italic during the dialogs mean the character is using sign language!  

 WC: 4.4K

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Your Tuesday had been a little bit hectic as the whole day was filled with customers coming in and out, ordering coffee and pastries from the selection you had spread. So much so that Miss Naru had asked Mina, the nice girl who worked the morning shift, to stay a couple more hours to help the two of you. 

Not only was it Valentine’s day, which meant all of the heart-shaped biscuits you baked sold like water, there was apparently a big announcement coming out, from one of HYBE’s most popular idols. Mina practically squealed as she got the notification on her phone, voice traveling so high pitched that it reached your bones. 

This Agust D guy was apparently going on tour in a few months, with dates in America and other places in Asia, and Mina was mumbling something about having to sign up for earlier access to tickets with some kind of membership from the military. 

You had next to no idea of what she was talking about, much more interested in watching the communal tip jar getting filled up as patrons were in a good mood while celebrating the holiday. 

There were so many happy girls with flowers under their arms, boys with small bear plushies, and even a CEO seemed to be ordering a gift basket for his wife, and another one for his mistress. At least that's what Miss Naru mouthed to you as she was scandalized upon hearing the man place the orders on his phone. 

You always loved Valentine’s day, having the fondest memories of your father buying you and Yeji a chocolate box for you to share. You had never celebrated it with a significant other, given the fact you never actually had a boyfriend, but you liked the decorations and the pastel colors and the heart-shaped things. 

One might say it was a purely capitalist holiday created to make single people feel lonely and to have couples spending money, but you never cared much about that. 

The weather, however, didn’t seem to agree with the mood you were in, as heavy clouds covered the sky and snow had been falling nonstop outside. It was so bad that it started to get dark around four thirty in the afternoon and schools were closing early. 

“Are you sure you don’t mind closing up by yourself, dear?” Miss Naru checked in with you once more. You shook your head to assure her it was fine and she continued: “If you see no one else is coming in, feel free to go home earlier, too, okay? Get home safe!”

You held your hand up, with your pinky and thumb stretched while your three middle fingers were down and against your palm, shaking your hand from side to side to say ‘you too’. 

Miss Naru had to go pick up her grandson from school, which is why she was leaving early and you were closing the coffee shop on your own for the first time. You were a little nervous about taking the bus home in case the snowstorm really hit, but your supervisor was entrusting you with the responsibility. 

You had already checked that your sister was also able to leave work early to pick up Ari and both of them were already on the way home, so that worked as a silver lining. 

Mina had been gone for a few hours at this point, so it was only you on the empty floor. The glass walls used to bring you a lot of comfort as you enjoyed looking at the blue skies on sunny days, but the darkness surrounding you made you feel uneasy. 

You started wiping the counters and the coffee machines, getting ready to close up in case no one else showed up and you could go home early. All of the chairs and tables were already set in their original position and–

The heavy thumping under your hands as you wiped the counter made you jump and look behind you, where an annoyed man in a suit was hitting the wood top to get your attention. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat and the embarrassment at the pit of your stomach as you walked back to the till, an apologetic smile as you bowed. You were already grabbing for your phone to pull up the speech-to-text feature as you didn’t want to risk upsetting the customer even more. 

“Fucking finally, if you’re this slow while there’s no one else around I don’t want to know what happens when there’s actually people waiting.” you read on the screen of your phone, heart rate picking up uncomfortably in your chest as your palms ran clammy. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

Your eyes found the man’s flushed face as you bit the inside of your bottom lip. It felt like you just swallowed a cotton ball, hands trembling as you had to look at his dried lips to read what he was saying. 

But it was the movement behind the man that really had your stomach turning with nausea, as the last person you wanted to see right now was just walking between the nearest tables. 

At any other time you’d be happy to see Yoongi, excited even. Your heart did skip a beat each time you saw his kind eyes and smile full of gums, but not right now. Right now, as this businessman was being rude to you, clearly yelling at your lack of response, you were so anxious that you didn’t know what to do. 

It felt like your chest was being squeezed tight, mouth opening and closing as not a single sound came out. You could tell the man had repeated his order a couple of times already and you were yet to type anything. 

You weren't the best at dealing with stressful situations, being put on the spot made you freeze and it hurt you all the more that Yoongi was seeing you like this. What would he think of you? 

Your brain immediately went into overthinking mode, coming up with every worst-case scenario it possibly could. Would Yoongi turn around and pretend he never came here in the first place? Would he stop coming altogether after watching this scene unfold? Would he laugh at your face, calling you weird? 

“Hello?!" the man snapped his fingers in front of your face. "What’s your problem? Are you deaf of something?" 

You really wished you hadn't looked at the man in time to see him saying that as tears pricked at your eyes. 

"What the fuck is your problem?" Yoongi was walking fast, putting himself in between you and the angry man. 

His back was to you, so you couldn’t really read his lips and see what the two of them were saying, but you did look at your phone, reading the jumbled mess of words being typed out automatically as the app picked up on words and phrases. 

Who the fuck are you

Doesn’t matter who the fuck I am the stand is obviously closed and you’re being a jerk to the worker 

Well she should have said something then not just stand there looking pathetic

I’m going to need you to take a step back and leave

Or what

You don’t want to find out

You locked your phone as you didn’t want to read that conversation anymore. You hated that Yoongi had to get involved, you had no idea who this man was and if he could get in trouble for defending you. Would you get in trouble? Could that guy get you fired? 

You really liked working here, you liked Mina and you likes Miss Naru and the pay was good, and it was a safer space then being out there–

A touch on your arm made you flinch, but before Yoongi could pull back and go too far, you reached for his arm in pure instinct, holding onto his wrist. When you looked up, the man was walking away, stomping his foot like a scolded child. A flash of adrenaline coursed through you like a shock wave and your knees faltered, but Yoongi’s hold on your arm was grounding and warm. 

“You okay?” signing with one hand was tricky, but you knew what he meant. 

You nodded your head. 

This guy wasn’t the first rude person you ever encountered and he wouldn’t be the last. There was no way for him to guess your condition, you didn’t have any physical tellings, and you didn’t wear the damn pin that said you had a hearing disability that you were given when you started working here. 

It felt separating more than inclusive, so you opted to not wear it, but maybe you should start. 

So you didn’t blame the guy for his outburst, nor his mean words, really. But it didn’t mean you weren’t hurt, it didn’t mean you weren’t scared, it didn’t mean you weren’t reminded of a bad time in your life where those kinds of encounters escalated. 

“I’m sorry you had to see that and get involved.” you told Yoongi as you let go of his wrist, albeit reluctantly, to be able to sign. “Do you know that man? Are you, like… In trouble now?” 

“Don’t worry, that guy was just a visitor. If anything, I could get him in trouble. I have enough power to make sure he never steps foot into the building again.” Yoongi told you as his lips moved and his hands made the perfect gestures, which caused a small smile to bloom on your lips. “What?” 

“That’s the longest you ever signed.” you pointed out as that giddy feeling started making its way back and your breathing slowly leveled. “And you got everything right.” 

“Are you proud?” the man smiled in that gorgeous way of his, pink lips pulling on the corner with a little smirk. 

“Very.” your smile was a little more genuine as you let out a heavy exhale, emptying your lungs and pulling more air in. “Can I get you anything? We’re not actually closed.”  

“No, I didn’t come here for coffee, I came here for you.” 

Did Yoongi have any idea what he did to you? You really hoped not, you weren’t quite ready to face your own crush on the man just yet. But it was impossible not to feel something for him when he kept coming back to see you day after day, sometimes he didn’t even order a drink! 

More often than not, Yoongi had been showing up during your lunch breaks and that’s when you really got to talk. You were slowly getting to know each other and Yoongi’s company was one you could easily get used to. In fact, you missed it whenever he didn’t show up. 

You kept wondering if he’d ever ask for your number. And if he didn’t, would it be okay for you to do so? 

You pointed to yourself with eyebrows slightly lifted and he nodded. 

“It’s about to snow a lot and I wasn’t sure you had a safe way to get home?” Yoongi explained, scratching the back of his head as he fiddled with the black beanie covering his hair; some of it still escaped underneath. 

“I’ll just take the bus.” you signed and waved the air, not wanting to worry him too much. “I think I’ll just close it off for the night, I don’t think anybody else is coming.” 

“Okay, yeah.” Yoongi nodded, but before you could say goodbye to him, he continued: “Will you let me drive you home?”

Your eyebrows moved as the offering surprised you a lot. You spent a lot of time over the past few weeks watching Yoongi, having to look at his face in order to properly communicate with him, read his lips and his expression to learn how to tell what he was feeling. You weren’t an expert on his social cues by any means, but you did pick up on the nervous movement of his almond eyes, how his bottom lip was a little more red than pink, as if he had been nibbling on it. 

Yoongi was nervous. As if offering you something so simple took great courage. 

And being in a car with Yoongi for a little while definitely beats taking the cramped bus and walking the few blocks to reach your home in the snow. So you said yes. 

The man was patient as he watched you finish closing up the shop and even helped you lock everything up. He stayed at the lounge area as you quickly made it into the staff locker room behind a PERSONNEL ONLY door where you changed your apron for your winter coat and picked your purse. 

You washed your face, re-applied a little spritz of your perfume and added your favorite clear gloss to your lips; hoping Yoongi wouldn’t think you were trying too hard. He was just giving you a ride because he was a decent human being and you had somewhat of a friendship going on, so maybe he just didn’t want you to die after slipping on fresh snow. 

Still, looking a little more put together and a little less I’m-just-out-of-an-eight-hour-shift couldn’t hurt anybody. 

When you met Yoongi again, he was just locking his phone and getting up as he signed: 

“I left my notebook in my studio. Do you mind if we stop there so I can pick it up?” 

“I’m allowed in your studio?!” you asked, too excitedly, making him smile. 

“Do you want to visit my studio?” his question was amused and you were already nodding. 

“You see my workspace all the time, it’s only fair I get to see yours.” 

Yoongi was chuckling and you couldn’t hear what it sounded like, but if you had to guess, you’d say it must sound smooth as chocolate, but with a raspiness to it that would absolutely melt you into a puddle. 

The man guided the way to the elevator, down to the sixth floor and through a dark hallway with warm lights that lit up with movement. The deeper you walked, the more art pieces you saw at every corner. All of the studios you walked by were seemingly deserted and Yoongi stopped in front of the one called ‘Genius Lab 2.0’. 

A mat of a cat flipping people off was right at the front of the door, where Yoongi left his shoes. You did the same, slipping out of your snickers, before following him inside. As he turned the lights on to bathe the space in warm lighting with neon at the edges, you took off your winter coat as the small room was clearly already too hot. 

The first thing you noticed –it was kinda hard not to– was the big rug covering almost the whole floor, with bold letters spelling ‘KEEP OFF’, which wasn’t the most welcoming, so you just stood by the entrance awkwardly until Yoongi called you deeper. 

The second thing you noticed was how the two of you were from completely different worlds. Right at the back of the room was a table filled with computer screens and speakers of different sizes, a black guitar was stuck to the wall and two electronic pianos were next to the opposite wall. All instruments and devices that would be more than useless to you. 

Yoongi was looking at you expectantly, nibbling on his bottom lip, and with how passionate you already knew he was about his work, you could only guess he was very proud of his set up. Even though you didn’t know what half of the things inside this studio were for, you did feel lucky to even be standing there, in his space. 

For the first time in your weirdly blossoming friendship, you were seeing more of Yoongi. He invited you into his safe space, where he spent the most hours of his day. And you could see little parts of him everywhere, alongside the new details you had yet to find out. 

The little hair bands on top of his desk were something you were used to seeing around his wrist. His black notebook and pen were also familiar, as more often than not, Yoongi would bring them up to the café and just sit quietly in a corner while you worked, scribbling down ideas and what you assumed could become lyrics for songs. 

But the autographed basketball was new. As was the light up plaque with the word SUGA. 

“This is very impressive.” you told him with a smile, draping your coat on the arm of the light colored couch so you could use your hands. “What’s SUGA?” 

“Suga is my stage name.” Yoongi told you sheepishly. 

“Because you’re sweet?” you had to hold your ground in the somewhat flirty line, you couldn’t exactly look away from him when you needed to read his answer, but your cheeks were warm and your heart skipped a beat. 

Yoongi laughed then, head tilting to the side as he watched you back. “Because I used to play as a shooting guard back in high school.” 

“Oh.” you sighed, warmth spreading down your neck for your little mistake and, mostly, for the way Yoongi’s tongue poked between his lips. “Do you still play?” 

“For fun, yeah. We have a hoop in our dance practice room.” he told you with a nod. “I can take you to see it sometime, too. I think Jiminie is the one using it the most these days.” 

“Park Jimin?” you spelled the name using the alphabet of sign language and Yoongi made a funny face with furrowed brows. 

“You know Jimin, but you don’t know me?” he asked, arms crossed to his chest, and you felt tiny. 

“My niece likes him a lot.” you explained sheepishly. “She has a few of those yellow dog plushies?” 

“Does she happen to have one that looks like a cookie?” Yoongi wanted to know and you had no idea if it was supposed to mean something else. 

“Not really… She has a blue koala and a pink bunny?” 

You shrugged and Yoongi laughed harder; you really didn’t understand what was so funny, but neither of you stayed on that subject for long. Yoongi took a seat on the wide bench next to his keyboard, looking at the instrument behind it, then back at you. 

“Come sit?” the man invited you, turning with his legs and facing the keys. 

“I haven’t touched one in over ten years.” you told him with a little sigh after you sat down on the bench with him. 

Yoongi was so close that you could feel his warmth as your thighs were pressed together so you could both fit on the small bench, his perfume was kissing your nose and you wished to commit it to memory. 

“Do you want to?” he turned to you slightly so you could read his moving lips. 

“No, no, I don’t remember anything–” you shook your head and waved your hands.

“You don’t have to do anything.” 

You watched as Yoongi turned the keyboard on, heart squeezing a little in your chest as you didn’t know what Yoongi was doing. If he made you play, you wouldn’t know what to do. You were starting to feel a little anxious, suddenly being put on the spot like this. Yoongi must have noticed your uneasiness as he bit his bottom lip. 

“The first song I learned to play was the Happy Birthday song.” he spoke quietly, carefully. “I don’t think I’d ever forget how to play it.” 

“It was the first I learned, too.” your hands rested on your lap after you were done speaking, fingers locking together as if it took you great strength to not reach for the keys yourself. 

“Want me to play it for you?” 

The way Yoongi asked wasn’t belittling, he wasn’t offering to do you a favor. He was genuinely wondering if watching him play would be something you were interested in. So you nodded, and your heart wasn’t heavy at the prospects of watching someone else do something you once loved. 

And watching Yoongi play the piano was an experience. 

Half of the time you spent with him, you were staring at either his hands or his lips, but you had never seen his fingers work like this. They were pale and long, a little thin and knobby, but that was surprisingly attractive to you. His nails were trimmed and clean, which was more than you could say for most of the patrons you handed coffee to all day. 

You could tell he was skilled, Yoongi most likely knew how to play a lot more advanced songs than Happy Birthday. But he still played slow, repeating it a couple more times to make sure you knew which notes he was playing at each press. 

And you could hear it. 

Not with your ears, those you only used for wearing funky earrings nowadays. But you remembered what each note and what each key was supposed to sound like, so as Yoongi pressed down on them, you heard it in your mind. 

Gently, you placed a hand on the keyboard, near the edge, and felt the vibrations of the notes, matching the rhythm you were following in your head. As Yoongi played the song once more, you followed his fingers attentively and pressed the two last notes of it yourself. 

You had no way of knowing if you were on key, if you were too rushed or too slow, but the way Yoongi was smiling at you, with pride and gentle happiness etched onto his beautiful face, you chose to believe you got it right. 

“Help me?” he offered, removing one of his hands from the white keys of the electronic keyboard. “You can do the second part.” 

“Not sure if I can–” the thought of actually playing more than two notes, when all you had to guide you were the vibrations under your fingertips and Yoongi’s lead was more than a little overwhelming. 

“Just try. For me?” 

At that moment you realized that you’d try anything if Yoongi asked you to. Despite the nagging voices in your head telling you he would make fun of you if you got it wrong, you nodded and positioned your fingers on top of the keys. 

Yoongi gently moved your fingers into the right position and teeny tiny waves of electricity prickled your skin where he touched you. You wondered if he could feel it too. 

He counted you off with the tap of his foot on the floor, enough for you to feel it under your socked feet and started playing the first half of the simple song. Yoongi was looking at you and at the little nod of his head that you caught at the corner of your eye, you played your half of it. 

You didn’t make it all the way to the end as you could tell you got something wrong along the way, so you cringed and stopped. Yoongi wasn’t judging you, however, only started again with that softness you knew you could expect from him. 

He did it two more times and on the third you got it right. 

You knew it was right because Yoongi absolutely beamed, pink gums fully out above a row of perfectly white teeth. You felt yourself giggling, proud of yourself for getting it right, happy for giving it a try and more than a little giddy about the man’s reactions and support. 

“Very good job.” Yoongi signed and turned the keyboard off. “Next time we can do Beethoven’s fifth symphony.” 

That had you laughing out loud, an actual laugh that you felt on your stomach and that raked through your body. It came out so naturally that you didn’t even have time to stop it, face flushing instantly. But Yoongi was laughing along, so it was okay. 

Everything was always okay with Yoongi. 

The buzzing on your right wrist and the flashing of the screen made you jump as you weren’t expecting it. You took a look at it and then faced both sides as you searched for your bag, too flushed to remember you left it on the couch. 

“Sorry, that’s my sister.” you explained to Yoongi as he watched you amusedly. “My watch buzzes when I get a notification, so I know to check my phone.”

“That’s smart.” 

You turned away from him to get up from the bench and reach for your bag, rummaging through it to fetch your phone. Your battery was almost over, you noticed with a frown, and you had a few texts from Yeji asking where you were. 

“Is everything okay?” Yoongi checked, standing up.

“Yeah, she’s just wondering where I am.” you explained with a nibble to the inside of your cheek. “I forgot to let her know you’re giving me a ride instead of me taking the bus, so I guess she worried I’m a little late.” 

“I kept you too long, huh?” he didn’t really look sorry as he continued: “I hope I wasn’t in the way of any valentine’s day plans?”

Ignoring your own heating cheeks, you finished typing a reply to your sister and answered: “No plans. Well, not besides baking with my niece but we did that last night.” at the mention of the baking, you remembered: “Oh, I have something for you.”

“For me?”

You sat on the couch so you could balance your purse on your lap, feeling around for the small plastic bag. The heart shaped cookie covered in pink frosting and sprinkles had survived quite well as you pulled it out. It was individually wrapped and had a small bow keeping it tied. 

“Uh, I made it to sell at the shop, but I saved you one.” you told him, stretching your arm to hand him the cookie. 

“Thank you, it looks really cute.” Yoongi accepted the treat with both hands, a smile and half a bow. 

“You can give it to your girlfriend for valentine’s day.” 

Were you fishing to find out if Yoongi had a girlfriend? Absolutely. Did he know that’s what you were doing? Most likely. He still had that little side smirk as he eased your worries:  

“I’m single, so. I’ll be eating this myself, thank you very much.” he smiled, picking up the notebook he came back for. “Shall we get you home?” 

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Whirlwind | MYG

♡pairing: min yoongi x reader

♡wc: 3.1k

♡genre: smut, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, non-idol AU

♡ warnings: unprotected sex, degradation, oral sex (f receiving)

♡summary: with a hurricane coming your way towards your state, your roommate provides a safe haven to the man you’ve despised for as long as you can remember.

MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)

The grocery store was bustling with people getting ready to prepare for the hurricane that was set to land in your state by the end of the week. You always knew once hurricane season started you needed to get supplies to keep you stocked, but since you’re plagued with the disease of procrastination you have no choice but to do last minute shopping. At least you had the company of Park Jimin to help you with your grocery run.

Park Jimin has been a close friend of yours since high school and have stayed roommates even after your college years. He has been the biggest support system for you throughout the years and you have been the same for him.

Once you were done checking out at the store you made your way to the car to pack all your groceries away. There was already a steady drizzle of rain falling down from the sky and you sighed already imagining the flooding that was bound to come with the storm. Jimin decided to take over the role of driving back home. You thanked him and quietly slid into the passenger seat. Jimin had refrained from any conversation throughout this trip and it made you a little concerned for him. He is never one to shy away from conversation or saying what he thinks so this behavior leads you to believe that something is wrong.

“Hey Chim, is everything alright?” You glanced his way to see if his expression will give anything away, but his face didn’t even twitch.

“Yeah I’m good bub, I just have some stuff on my mind. Don’t mind me.” He sent you a small smile to try and placate your worries.

“Okay well you know I’ll always be here to listen whenever you’re ready.” You gave him a small squeeze to his shoulder and dropped the topic the rest of the drive home. The soft hum of the radio filled up the silence of the car ride.

Once at home the groceries were unpacked and put into their respective places in the fridge and pantry and Jimin stored the cases of water bottles in the garage. Without glancing your way he called your name softly to get your attention once he was back in the kitchen. You peered at him waiting to hear what he was going to ask.

“Can we talk once I’m out of the shower?” You nodded and retreated to your room to give him the space he needed to do.

Your mind started to sift through memories of the past weeks to see if it could give you any kind of hint as to what this conversation could be about. Is he going to move out? Did you do something to upset him and didn’t realize? The cogs were turning and anxiety was starting to make you feel a little queasy. The time that Jimin took to shower and change felt like it was stretching on for too long. You were about to get up and check on him when you heard tow soft knocks against your door before he opened it to let himself in.

He was changed into an oversized sleep shirt and sweatpants and his bare cheeks were slightly flushed from the hot shower. You patted the middle of the bed for him to sit down and get comfortable.

“What’s going on Jimin? Are you sure everything is okay?” He was wringing his fingers together

And his eyes shifted around the room as he was preparing himself to speak. “With the hurricane coming up, is it okay if a friend comes and stays with us until it passes? His town is directly in the path of the storm and his area is prone to flooding.” You stared at him with widened eyes and nodded without hesitation. Why was he so nervous about this? This wasn’t nearly as bad as all the scenarios that you came up with in your mind.

“Of course that’s okay Chim! Any friend of yours is a friend of mine. Don’t scare me like though again I thought you were dying or going to move out!” You stretched to give him a hug and he rubbed your back gently. With that being the end of the discussion he bid you goodnight with a tight lipped smile that you gave no mind to and he took himself back into his bedroom.

Okay -scratch that- there is one friend of Jimin’s that is not a friend of yours. That person is the one and only Min Yoongi. He has been a thorn in your side since Jimin has entered your life. He has never done anything that was genuinely that awful to you but it’s the way he speaks and carries himself with such an arrogant attitude that aggravates you.

When you saw him walk through the threshold of your front door with his duffel bag you instantly felt your blood start to bubble from the boiling rage you had in your body. The glare you sent Jimin was deadly and you motioned him to follow you into your room so you can tear him a new one talk.

“Park Jimin I don’t know if you suddenly have amnesia for the past 10 years, but I don’t know where you got the idea that Min Yoongi is allowed into our home! If I had known it was him that you were offering a place to stay I would’ve just let the hurricane take him away.” You were livid. Jimin took your hands in his to stop the gesticulating you were doing. With the way your hands were moving wildly he was afraid you would hit him.

“ I didn’t tell you because of that reason Y/N. I know you don’t like him, but this is only temporary. I told him to be on his best behavior, but if he really acts out I’ll send him to a hotel nearby if the weather isn’t too bad.” You let out an exasperated sigh, but had nothing else to add to the conversation that would make it productive. You stomped back out into the living room and refused to acknowledge Yoongi’s presence. Maybe if you just ignore that he’s in your home you can keep your sanity intact.

“Hey princess, can you sit somewhere else? This is gonna be my bed for the next couple of days.” You gritted your teeth hearing that god awful nickname Yoongi called you. He always said it in such a condescending tone that would get under your skin in the perfect way. “In case you forgot Yoongi,” his name rolled off your tongue with a sharp bite. “This is my home that you are a guest in. You don’t get to boss me around on what I can and cannot do in my home and my couch.” You continued scrolling on your phone hoping he would get the hint to leave you alone. Needless to say you were wrong. Instead he decided to plop himself down on the couch without a care that jostled your body. You glared at him and he met your gaze with a stupid fucking smirk. On top of this he started to unpack his duffel bag noisily, tugging on the zipper with a strong force. You got up from the couch with a huff and locked yourself in your room with a slam of your door. This was going to be a strenuous couple of days.

The next day you woke up and found Jimin and Yoongi working outside to put shutters around the windows. This blowing wind was starting to pick up but the humidity was still high in the air. You stepped outside and greeted Jimin while he was busy holding the ladder to keep Yoongi stabilized. You retreated to get two cups of cold water to give the boys and when you came back outside Yoongi was wiping the sweat off his face with the front of his t-shirt. The way the fabric rode up to expose his pale skin and toned back had you staring without even realizing. Jimin was suddenly clearing his throat and when your eyes landed on his face he was staring at you with a raised eyebrow. You looked back at the cups and handed them both to Jimin and headed back inside without a word.

When they finished the project of the shutters the sliding door opened and when you walked in Min Yoongi’s shirt was off. You stared at his abs that were just as toned as his back. When the hell did he get so fit? Even his biceps were much bigger than you ever remember them. Why do you even remember the size of his biceps?

“You seem to have a staring problem princess, keep that up and I might do something about it.” His low voice took you out of your daze and you scoffed at his comment. “You come anywhere near me Min and I’ll punch you into next week. Watch yourself.” You slid your eyes back on the Netflix show that had lost your interest minutes ago. He just snickered and walked into Jimin’s room to take a shower.

Once the door was locked Jimin stood in front of the TV blocking your view with his hand on his hips. “What’s up with the sudden ogling you have for Yoongs? You wanna fuck him or something?” This made you burst out in sarcastic laughter. “Get real Jimin. I wouldn’t even touch him with a 10 foot pole.” you rolled your eyes at the thought of even getting touched by Yoongi. “Whatever you say, but your actions are contradicting the bullshit that you’re trying to convince me with.” And with that Jimin stalked off into to kitchen for a quick snack.

Later in the evening the thunderstorm was booming with thunder and you could see peeks of lightning through the shutters. The combination of these conditions with the howling wind has led the power to go out. Jimin searched for the lantern in the garage to bring back some light into the home. You were left with Yoongi in the living room and no words were said between the two of you. It's for the best. Yoongi felt like breaking the silence first.

“You know, I never understood why you can’t stand me princess. I don’t think I’ve done anything to wrong you.” He studied his nails as he talked. “First issue already is that dumbass nickname that you won’t stop calling me even though I told you endless times that I hate it.” “Aw, but I think it suits you and your stuck up behavior.” He sneered and this made you meet his eyes with a fiery glare. “Go fuck yourself Min. You’re one to talk about other people’s behaviors when you walk around like an arrogant ass. You have some fucking nerve.” The tension in the room was rising to levels that made it feel stuffy. Why the hell is it taking Jimin so long to find the lantern? “You think you know everything about me princess, but you don’t even know how wrong you are!” His voice was rising as he got up from the couch and he was now towering above your seated figure. “Well if I’m so wrong why don’t you prove it to me that you’re not some self-important prick.”

As soon as those words came out of your mouth his lips were colliding with your own and his fingers grasped your chin to keep you in place. You kissed back with the same amount of fervor and gripped the front of his sweatshirt. As soon as you let out a whimper of desperation, you heard the garage door open notifying you both of Jimin’s returning presence. Yoongi pulled away at light speed and took his seat back on the couch to keep the distance between you two. “What did I miss?” Jimin looked between the two of you with confusion spread on his face. You ignored his curiosity and retreated into your room before he could detect the flush spread across your face.

Since the power was lost the house became hotter as the night progressed and the sweatshirt you had was discarded for a cropped tank top and nothing more than panties for the bottoms. Your handheld fan lost power an hour ago since you decided to have it on full blast instead of trying to conserve the power to have it last longer. The sheen of sweat was building up on your skin and you went to the garage to get yourself a bottle of water to help cool down.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you opened the door and saw Yoongi’s figure in the garage too. “Christ, you scared the hell out of me!” You clutched your hand over your heart trying to calm your heart rate. You’re too frazzled to realize that you’re standing in front of Min Yoongi in just your panties and that he’s shirtless and only boxers. He smirked and slowly approached you. You pedaled backwards until your back hit the wall and was cornered by him. His eyes roamed over your body and smirked. “You know you drive my crazy princess?” You turned your face to the side to avoid eye contact, but his breath fanned your neck in the right way to make your heart race. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You murmured through pouted lips.

He took a small step back with his arms crossed over his chest. “Really? Because the way you were whimpering for me hours ago just from a kiss says otherwise.” You flushed at his words and you were again cornered by him. He slit his leg between yours and his thigh was just ghosting the already damp spot you have in your panties.”Well I can give you a little reminder and more to jog your memory.” He raised his thigh and planted his hands on your waist to keep you place. The sudden sensation has you gasping and rutting your hips to get more friction.

“Look at you, you’re like a bitch in heat rutting against my thigh. You’re so desperate for me already and I haven’t even done a thing princess. I can’t wait to fuck your shitty attitude out of you.” His words were starting to anger you. “Shut the fuck up!” You were too busy chasing your high to even want to give him the time of day to his taunting. To this, he swiftly removed his thigh and went back to standing straight. You were distressed and looked at him with wide eyes. What is wrong with him? “Yoongi what the fuck?” He wrapped his long, slender fingers around the column of your throat. “You think you deserve to fucking cum? With the way you’ve talked to me all these years I could edge you all fucking week. Don’t tempt me.” You shivered at his words. His fingers slithered in between your legs and pushed your panties to the side to tease your clit. You released a breathy moan and threw your head on his shoulder. “Tell me no right now and I’ll stop right now sweetheart. We won’t even have to talk about it ever again.” You shook your head against his shoulder. “I need words, that isn’t enough.” “I want you to fuck me Yoongi. Now stop talking and do something.” The desperation was so evident in your words and that’s all he needed to hear.

His dexterous fingers got to work and slipped into your sloppy cunt. The way his fingers pumped into you had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “F-fuck Yoon right there!” Your thighs were shaking and your pussy fluttered the closer you were to your orgasm. At the last second you were about to cum Yoongi slipped out his fingers and slapped your pussy. You were panting now with how worked up you were.

“Take the panties off. Now.” You obliged with his words and his dark eyes made you even wetter if that was even possible because you are the most soaked you’ve ever been before. Nobody has ever made you feel as good as Yoongi is right now. Once your panties were off he dropped to his knees and stuffed his head between your legs. You propped up one of your feet on his thigh and he grabbed the back of your thighs to bring you closer. His lips wrapped around your clit and started sucking on it. Your moans were rising in volume and in pitch. His tongue dipping into your hole and licking your cunt made you feral. You gripped on to his hair and that sensation had him moaning against your core. That was enough to send you over the edge. You let out a strangled moan as you came all over his mouth. “Fuck, you taste so fucking good on my tongue.”

You didn’t even get a chance to regain your bearings before Yoongi's lips were on yours. The taste of him mixed with you had you groaning. His cock was straining against his boxers and he was rutting against your thigh and he nibbled on your lip and kissed you fervently. “Now you’re the bitch in heat on my thigh.” You chuckled, but Yoongi wasn’t in the mood for jokes at the moment. He stripped off his boxers and the sight of his thick cock had you drooling. He tapped the back of your thigh twice and instructed you to jump up. You followed his instructions and his hands gripped your thighs as he pressed you against the wall. He angled his cock against your entrance and bottomed out in one go. This had you screaming out in pleasure and your nails dragged against his back.

He fucked into you mercilessly and reveled in the sounds you made. Knowing he was making you feel this good and scream out inflated his ego beyond the atmosphere. “Tell me you’re only fucking mine.” He growled into your ear. You were so fucked out you could barely process his words. “Tell. Me. Princess.” He punctuated each word with a deep thrust that had you seeing stars. “F-fuck I’m only y-yours Yoongi! Only yours!” He grinned hearing this. The coil in your stomach snapped and brought you to your second orgasm of the night. “Who would’ve thought the bitch with the most to say would be creaming all over my fucking cock.” Yoongi was groaning through his words and his thrusts were starting to get sloppy. After a few more strokes he pumped your pussy full of his cum.

You both were out of breath and panting and you winced when his softening cock slipped out of you. You both suddenly jumped at the sudden knock against the garage door. Jimins voice rang through the other side. “I’m glad you’ve been able to reconcile, but you two are fucking loud!” You heard his footsteps fade away and you and Yoongi snickered at each other. Maybe Min Yoongi isn’t as bad after all.

new fic coming out this week i’m so excited!!! (hint: it’s a sope fic 🤭)