Whirlwind | MYG

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.

Interlude | MYG | Five

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: Slow burn? Don’t know her…………………  

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

 WC: 10K (I KNOW)

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For the last few days Yoongi had been busy preparing for his solo tour, so he didn’t really have the time to pop in to see you. It had just been announced last week and it felt like so much still needed to be done! Yoongi was about to start rehearsing as the setlist had already been decided on, but there were little details that were still giving him a hard time. 

Mainly technical stuff that the idol himself didn’t have any control over but, being the perfectionist that he was, Yoongi wanted to be involved in the whole process. It was definitely a different kind of experience, as he was about to be on the road on his own, without his members to support him; without Jungkook to share fried chicken and beer, without Namjoon’s lead to make sure he was where he needed to be, when he needed to be, without Seokjin making sure he was eating every meal. At least Jimin promised to visit him and come out to support him during a concert or two, but it wouldn’t be the same. 

And the more the days passed without contact with you, the more Yoongi realized he was already used to your presence. He found himself craving your tiny giggles when you couldn’t hold back, the pout that formed on your lips easily, and just your overall sweetness that never ceased to amaze him. 

For someone who had obviously been through so much, you didn’t let the world harden you, you didn’t let what happened to you dim your light or turn you into a bitter person. 

Yoongi missed you. And he had no way of contacting you. 

That’s when he realized just how much easier communicating with you would be if he had your phone number. That way, he could check in on you even during his busiest schedules, maybe even when he had to go away to America for the first dates of the D-DAY tour. 

Yoongi was a man on a mission as he walked out of the elevator on the seventeenth floor, hands in the pockets of his pants as he tried to keep his cool. He was a little nervous, as he wasn’t really used to asking people for their phone numbers. Usually pretty girls and brave guys would slip him their numbers; although Yoongi couldn’t remember the last time he actually saved any of them. 

Because Hoseok was right, and he didn’t really do the dating thing as the rest of their members did. It was rare for someone to catch his attention for long enough to become more than a one night stand. And that’s not what Yoongi was after when it came to you. 

Surely the thought of having you for one night was enough to awaken feelings that he absolutely did not want to focus on right before actually seeing you, but… 

Would you make more of the little sounds you sometimes let escape? Yoongi was yet to hear your speaking voice, never one to force you to do things you were clearly uncomfortable with, but could you get so lost in bed that you’d allow him to hear you?

Should he just stop avoiding the inevitable and ask you out while asking for your number? Would you even say yes? It’s not like he had a lot of time to spare, with the tour coming up– 

“Taehyung?” Yoongi was calling for his band member as he found the younger boy leaning over the counter as you stood behind it. 

Yoongi knew the dongsaeng like the back of his hand, he could read Taehyung’s posture as he was standing sideways, with one of his arms resting on top of the counter and he was talking slowly and smoothly about anything Yoongi wasn’t particularly interested in knowing. 

You were staring at the man’s lips, obviously reading what he was saying, but the sight of you obviously flustered and round eyes glistening left a bad taste in Yoongi’s mouth. 

“Aww, hyung, we were just talking about you.” Taehyung turned slightly upon hearing Yoongi’s call, the lazy smile on his lips just one more proof he was up to no good. 

“You were?” Yoongi approached carefully, with one eyebrow raised. Suspicion clear in his posture. 

The coffee shop was mostly empty, with only a few patrons sitting around, all with their own drinks and food already, which explained why you were so free to stand around and give attention to Taehyung. 

“Hi!” you signed to Yoongi as you noticed his arrival and your smile never faltered. 

“Hey.” he smiled in return, but it was a little dry. You were nibbling on your bottom lip as Yoongi turned to Taehyung. “What are you doing here?” 

The moment Taehyung turned his back to you, Yoongi knew you weren’t supposed to hear his next words: “You really thought you could keep this little secret all to yourself, hyung?” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“I know you’ve been coming up here often, hyung, but I didn’t think the coffee would be that good. So I decided to try it for myself.” Taehyung was grinning, making Yoongi roll his eyes. “Then I come to find out that the coffee is not the reason you keep visiting, is it?” 

“Did Hoseok put you up to this?” Yoongi scoffed lightly. 

Taehyung fake gasped and started to giggle, as a child caught doing something he shouldn’t. Behind him, you were patiently waiting to be included in the conversation and Yoongi felt more than a little bad about ignoring you. Your eyes kept flitting down and around the shop as you tried to offer the two of them some privacy. 

“So he told me you’re into the new coffee shop staff, yeah, I’m sorry, I got curious!” Taehyung shrugged and Yoongi shook his head. “She’s pretty, hyung.” 

“Don’t talk about her as if she’s not there, that’s rude.” Yoongi pointed out. Just because you couldn’t hear it, didn’t mean he should do that. 

“Oh, right, sorry.” before Yoongi could do anything about it, Taehyung turned around and told you: “You’re very pretty. Yoongi hyung thinks so too.”

You let out a tiny gasp, eyes widening as you grew shy and looked at Yoongi as if asking for help. 

The thing about Taehyung… He was shameless most of the time, so out of the box that it was hard to predict what he would do next, what he would say. What the younger man told you wasn’t a lie by any means, but Yoongi didn’t expect to be put on the spot like this. 

“Thank you.” you signed while moving your lips so Taehyung would understand you too. “I think he’s pretty, too.” 

The last part was delivered only through signing, so Yoongi was the one meant to understand it. It caused his heart to flutter in his chest, as it wasn’t always that you flirted with him. 

Taehyung was pouting as he asked: “What did she say?!” 

“She said you should get going.” Yoongi deadpanned, which Tae didn’t buy, but shook his shoulders anyway. 

“Alright, fine, if you want to be alone with her you could just say so.” the younger man rolled his eyes and turned to you again. “It was nice meeting you! I’ll be back when Mr. grumps isn’t around.” 

“Bye bye.” you giggled, which was a sound Yoongi wanted to keep only for himself. 

Taehyung finally took his leave and Yoongi watched him go. When he was far away enough, you tapped on his shoulder to get his attention back. 

“I haven’t seen you in a while.” you told him, but not in a nagging way. The lines between your brow showed you were concerned, if anything. “Is everything okay?”

“Been busy.” he said with a little wave, not wanting you to worry. “I have to go in a minute, actually.” 

“Okay.” you nodded in understanding, but had that little pout he was starting to love pulling on his heartstrings. 

“Can I have your number?” Yoongi asked, feeling the pink dust cover the apples of his own damn cheeks. 

“Of course.” you nodded, opening your palm for him to give you his device. 

Yoongi pulled it from his pocket and opened the contacts app, handing it to you for you to type out your information. Once you were done, you gave it back to him; having saved your number with the coffee and cookie emoji, which made him laugh. Yoongi texted you a cat emoji in response, just so you’d have his number, too.

About two hours later, you texted him first, but Yoongi didn’t have time to open it until later that night, after he was already home, sharing the couch with Holly after a busy day of meetings and when he could finally relax. 

“If you don’t keep your eyes closed, I’m going to poke you in it with the brush!” Yeji huffed, making you close your eyes again immediately. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t see what you’re saying with my eyes closed–” you whined, but stayed quiet. 

Well, quiet as you could, given the very exciting fact that you were about to go on a date with a very handsome, very sweet, and very interesting man. 

You were almost done with getting ready when Yeji –and the miniature version of her– barged into your room, demanding to do your makeup. You had full capability of making yourself look presentable on your own, but denying a bit of girly time with your sister and your niece wasn’t something you would ever do. 

You could sense Ari rolling on your bed behind you, probably singing whatever made-up song about you going on a date with a b-o-y that she could come up with, as your sister gently tapped on your shoulder to let you know it was okay to open your eyes again. 

“Here you go.” she said as she handed you the small mirror from your vanity. 

“If I look like a clown–” 

You could tell your sister was complaining and spilling child-appropriate curse words, but you ignored her in order to look at the final result in the hand mirror. You didn’t look anything short of beautiful. 

Yeji kept a light, natural look, with some pink accents on your cheeks to make you look a little healthier and flushed, your eyelids had a little bit of a shimmer and the mascara made your eyes pop more, and your lips had a bit of cherry lip-tint on them. Nothing too over the top, but definitely more than what Yoongi was used to seeing you with. 

You were pretty sure it would be the first time he saw you with your hair down as well, as you were made to have it up and away at all times while you were working at the cafe. 

When you looked at your older sister again, she was smiling, proud of her work, and you thanked her through heartfelt gestures. 

“Now, your clothes–” she started, pointing to what you were wearing. 

“What’s wrong with it?” you groaned, standing up to look at yourself in the lengthy mirror next to your bed. 

“It’s winter and you’re wearing a skirt!” Yeji pointed out through the reflection of the mirror, but you waved her off. 

“It hasn’t been snowing in almost a week now. I’m also wearing tights, they’ll keep me warm.” you argued. “Plus, I’m trying to look cute here.” 

You chose to wear a black suede skirt that ended a little above the middle of your thigh, with thick tights underneath to keep the wind off your legs. Your top was a light gray, long sleeved sweater that felt soft to the touch. 

When your wrist buzzed, you looked around for your phone yet again, never one to remember where you left it in the first place. Ari, who was still rolling around in your bed, found it first. 

“Ohh, is it your boyfriend?” the little girl teased you as she waved your phone around instead of handing it to you. 

“Give it!!” you were laughing as you chased her, grabbing for the device before she could jump out of your bed and run into her bedroom. You unlocked your phone to read the text message letting you know Yoongi was waiting outside. “He’s here, I’m going to freak out–” 

“Hey, you’ll be fine.” Yeji assured you. “He’s right on time, which I can admire, and you already know this guy. I know you like him–”

“I like him so much.” you groaned, making her laugh. 

“Yes, but if he turns out to be an asshole, just text me and we’ll come pick you up.” 

“Eomma said a bad word!” Ari was gasping next to you. 

“No, no. I signed a bad word.” her mother corrected. “If no one else can understand it, it’s okay.” 

You were laughing at your sister and her unconventional parenting as you put on your trench coat that matched your skirt. Yeji gave you your purse and sprayed some of your favorite perfume on you, making you sneeze a couple times. 

Both girls followed you downstairs, but lucky for you –and Yoongi, really–, they stayed inside as you put your boots on and walked out to meet your date. 

Yoongi was leaning against the passenger door of his car, wearing black pants, a black hoodie and a black long coat. The only pop of color was from his shoes, which were half white. You rarely saw the man in clothes with color, really, but he just looked so good all the time that you most definitely couldn’t complain. His hair was long, and looked soft, as if he just washed and dried it before coming over, parted in the middle after running his hands through it enough times. 

“Hi!” you were skipping your way towards him, watching his resting face split into a smile. 

“Hey–” 

You barely let him say anything before you stood next to him and kissed his cheek. His hand rested on the low of your back for a few seconds, as if trying to keep you close, but let it drop a moment later. His cheeks were pink and it had nothing to do with the tint on your lips. 

"There's someone I want you to meet." he told you and you almost panicked for a second, wondering if you got it all wrong and he brought someone else along for this date. 

"Oh?" 

But then Yoongi was pressing a button on the remote control of his car and the window of the backseat on your side moved down. A mess of fluffy brown curls popped up and the squeal to leave your lips was very much real. 

"You brought Holly?" you signed excitedly, having seen pictures of the poodle before. 

"He wanted to meet you." Yoongi shrugged and you reached your hand carefully so you could pat the small dog on his furry head. "Cute." 

"Should we go?" he asked after a small touch to your shoulder to get your attention. "I'd like for us to get there before it gets too cold." 

"Yeah, of course." 

You were beaming as you agreed and before opening the door of the passenger’s side, Yoongi took his own leap of faith and kissed your forehead softly. His cheeks were even darker than when you kissed him first and you felt so giddy inside you couldn't hold back a giggle. 

Yoongi closed the window at the back before circling the car to get in and sit next to you. As you pulled your seatbelt on, you turned around to see the dog sitting quietly, but watching you curiously. 

Holly had a blue sweater on to keep him warm and his leash was connected to his own seatbelt for safety. 

"Excited?" Yoongi asked once you sat back and looked at him. 

"Very. And curious. Where are we going?" 

"You'll see. It's nothing special, though, so don't get your expectations too high…" he warned, albeit sheepishly. 

You were out with Yoongi, which meant it was already special. This man that had absolutely no reason to try and become your friend, this man who never treated you with anything but respect. The recipient of your quietly harbored crush.

As Yoongi drove away next to you, it was hard to keep a conversation going as he had to keep his eyes on the road and hands on the wheel, but you could still watch him drive, which was the perfect excuse for you to stare at his perfect profile and his hands as he gripped the wheel, drumming a little with his thumbs against it.

You didn't think the radio was on, had no way of knowing, really, but you didn’t think you could feel any vibrations in the car, apart from the regular traffic and the thrumming of your heart. 

"Do you drive?" he asked as you stopped at a red light. 

"Yeah. We don't have a car anymore, so I don't, but I do have a license." you told him with a nod and a small smile. 

You liked that Yoongi never assumed you couldn't do something just because of your disability. And you could actually drive quite well, even with your limitations. You were always very aware of your surroundings, which made you a great driver; despite some beliefs that deaf people couldn't drive. 

It obviously meant you couldn't hear the traffic or honks from other cars, but you never needed it to be able to drive safely. 

Every now and then you’d look back at Holly or give him the back of your hand so he could sniff it and get acquainted with you and he would bark and you’d smile. When you turned back around, Yoongi had a small smile playing on his lips every time. 

It was when Yoongi parked the car in front of a short building with glass walls that you arched an eyebrow and stared at him. 

“Did you really bring me to a coffee shop on our first date?” you wanted to laugh at the irony of it all and Yoongi obviously realized it too as he chuckled. 

“This is just a small stop. There’s a park nearby I like.” he explained and you would have stared at his lips even if he signed his words. “Are you up for a stroll and some hot chocolate?”

“Yeah, but–” you were nodding when a tiny hint of concern made you a little nervous. “Won’t people see you? See us?”

“The park is near my place, it’s a closed off community, so it’s safe.” Yoongi explained and you knew you should trust that he wouldn’t do something that could get either of you in trouble. “Will you stay here with Holly?”

“Of course!”

Yoongi picked up his wallet and phone from the console in between the two of you and left you alone with his dog. When you looked at the back seat, you could see Holly struggling with his seatbelt, trying to reach the opposite window to see where his owner was going. 

“Oh no, puppy, be careful–” at the sound of your voice, Holly –you assumed– barked and whined. “Aigoo, wait.” 

You unlocked your own seatbelt so you could move between the two front seats and reach for the clasp keeping Holly stuck in place. Once the puppy was freed, he ran from one side to the other of the back seat, jumping on his hind legs to try and find his owner. 

Yoongi was nowhere to be seen, so Holly did the next best thing and leaped to the front seat, choosing your lap as a resting spot. You were a little frozen, as you didn’t know this dog, weren’t sure he was the biting kind or not. But if he was anything like his father, you guessed he was just a sweet boy. 

“Hi, puppy.” you cooed, using what you assumed was a whiny-baby-voice. Holly seemed to like it as his brown, curly head turned comedically to the side as he looked at your face. “You’re really cute, you know that?” 

You were scratching at Holly’s fluffy head as the door opposite yours opened and a very flushed Min Yoongi sat behind the wheel. 

“Hey– Oh. Did he escape?” Yoongi’s hands were full with two huge to-go cups, which he placed in the cup-holders where his wallet and phone were before. You held Holly in your arms and pouted, shaking your head. “You let him go?” he asked and you nodded, pout very much still on your lips. “Okay, should I put him back?” you shook your head again and Holly licked your cheek, making you giggle. “Okay, just make sure to hold him tight, alright?” 

You nodded and Yoongi laughed and you never wished to be able to listen to a laugh more in your life. Maybe when Ari was a toddler, but both came really close. You tried not to let the squeeze in your heart bring you down too much, hoping Yoongi wouldn’t notice you getting upset. You really didn’t want him to think he was doing anything wrong. 

Because he wasn’t. So far this date was going great.

Yoongi drove the two of you a few streets away from the coffee shop, going a little slower to make sure the hot chocolates in the console wouldn’t spill and so that nothing would happen with his dog on your lap. The winding roads led to a gated community and your date parked the car at a tiny park. 

It wasn’t exactly a park, really, more of a square in between three short buildings that made up Yoongi’s apartment complex. Everything was well kept, the grass was alive and thriving despite it being the middle of winter. A small playground for kids was empty, but full of fun activities. From the cars you could see parked at the outdoor garages, only people with a lot of money must live here, as you couldn’t see a single car you could name; meaning they were all the expensive brand ones. 

“Can you bring him?” Yoongi asked you before picking up your drinks again. 

“Sure!”

You took off your seatbelt once again and held Holly in your arms so you could both hop off from the car. The puppy squirmed a little, wanting to be put down, but you only let go when Yoongi told you it was okay to do so. There weren’t many places for Holly to escape to anyway and the dog seemed to know his way around as he rushed straight to the park. 

Yoongi gave you one of the to-go cups and placed his hand on your back so he could guide you to a wooden bench near a grassy patch where Holly was already waiting. You wondered if he could tell the deep blush dusting your cheeks wasn’t from the cold. 

Once you were both seated, you brought the drink to your lips, careful about the steam as you pulled up the small tab on the plastic lid before blowing on it to take a sip. The drink was sweet, but not sickly so, and it had a hint of cinnamon that made you think of christmas. 

“Good?” Yoongi signed as he watched you drink. 

“Really good!” you replied with a smile and a frown, making Yoongi grin in return. 

You both sipped your drinks in silence for a little while, but it wasn’t awkward between you. It was a little hard for you to communicate when one of your hands was constantly holding something and Yoongi kept bringing the drink to his lips, but you didn’t feel the need to fill the empty space between the two of you with meaningless conversation. 

When Yoongi spoke again, you knew it was because he was interested in knowing more. 

“Is your family from Seoul?” he asked, placing the cup on the bench between you. 

“Yeah, I’ve been here all my life.” you told him after one last sip of the hot choco. 

“No way.” his eyebrows raised, pretty eyes growing big. “You never went anywhere else?”

“Nope. Just a once city kind of girl.” you shook your head, once again feeling as though you and Yoongi were from different worlds altogether. “Must be weird for you to think that, bet you’ve traveled the whole world, huh?”

“Eh, I haven’t been everywhere.” he shrugged, but you didn’t believe it for a second. 

“There’s no need to downplay it. It’s not like I never wanted to go anywhere.” you assured him as you reached out to squeeze his wrist. A touch that was fleeting because you needed your hand to continue: “I had big dreams, I guess. Wanted to live by the beach.”

“Why didn’t you?” 

“I guess life had other plans for me?” you mused, flicking the dangling earring on your ear to get your point across. “I know I could still move away, even after losing my hearing, but I don’t think my parents would have taken it so well.”

“Are they protective?” Yoongi asked with his cup halfway to his mouth and you could see it in his eyes as he realized he shouldn’t cover his lips. 

“You can say that.” you offered him a little tight lipped shrug. “I know I’m independent, to a degree, and there’s nothing I can’t do. But they worry.” 

“Yeah, I get it.” he nodded and licked his lips. You wondered if they tasted like hot chocolate, or maybe cherries. “I mean it’s easy to feel protective of you.”

Your heart did a little thing inside your chest and you looked down, feeling your cheeks heat up because 1- you were just thinking about the taste of his lips; and 2 - Yoongi just backhandedly said he felt protective of you. 

Not as if he thought you should be protected, he’d given you enough signs that he would never belittle you or doubt your capabilities to function normally. But because he cared about you. 

“I guess my parents kinda blame themselves?” you opened up. 

“Why? You said the doctors couldn't explain why it happened to you, right?” you could tell Yoongi was being careful with his questions, but you didn’t mind them. Not from him. “So there couldn't be a way for your parents to prevent it from happening”

“There really wasn't. But I guess they feel guilty for not doing more to revert it?”

“Oh? Is there a way to reverse it?” Yoongi asked and it broke your heart how hopeful he looked. 

“Not really. Not at this point, at least.” you shook your head, looking ahead to where Holly was seemingly barking to a flying bird. “Back when we were looking for second and third opinions, most doctors told us that the only thing that could help me were hearing aids, which didn't work by the way, or minor surgeries to maybe get 5% of my hearing back–”

“That's something–” there it was, the hope again. 

“It had a 2% chance of it working.” you lamented.

“Oh.”

“We were referred to this really good doctor in China that had this new technology at the time, and the chances were a little better. But my parents didn't have the money to take me to China to see the doctor, much less to pay for this advanced surgery, so.” you signed slowly, to make sure Yoongi got everything. And he always did. “I mean, I get it. I never held it against them, but I think they feel guilty about it.”

“Yeah my parents are still guilty they couldn't buy me a new pair of sneakers before a basketball competition. I can't imagine how yours must feel.”

Yoongi never thought he’d be fretting over a dinner so much, but with how many times you baked things –for him specifically or not–, he wanted to do something nice for you in return. Part of him wanted to impress you, going as far as pestering his Eomma for the sundaeguk recipe she’d serve in her old restaurant back in Daegu. 

When you offered Yoongi to help out, he said no. He wanted to be the one to do it for you, not for you to have any trouble. But he didn’t think you’d take it as a cue to stay out of his way, out of the kitchen. When Yoongi wanted you to be in his space. 

He wanted to breathe you in and to talk to you, to take a spoon full of soup and blow on it to cool it down before bringing it to your lips for a taste. But it was fine, Yoongi tried to convince himself. You still had dinner. And hopefully some time after that too, lest you ask him to drive you home too early. 

You were in the living room playing with Holly, Yoongi could hear the familiar pitter-patter of his dog running on the floor and the squeak of his favorite toy. The soup was simmering away and Yoongi needed to let it reduce a little more before the finishing touches, so he walked to the threshold separating the kitchen from the living room.

That’s when he completely froze. 

That’s when he heard you. 

“You’re so damn cute, aren’t you? Come on, bring it back! Good boy!” 

You had your back to Yoongi, which was a good thing as it stopped you from seeing his wide eyes welling up with tears, his own reaction catching him off guard. Yoongi knew you could talk, you told him as much once before, but you chose not to. The man knew it made you uncomfortable and he respected that. 

But to actually hear your voice, after so many weeks of basking in your adorable giggles and the little noises you couldn’t hold back, it left him starstruck. You sounded so fucking sweet, with a melodic tilt to your tone, even if some of your words were a little slurred at the end. 

His heart was seizing in his chest as Yoongi wanted to march up to you and tell you how cute and sweet you were, ask you to say his name, just once. But he couldn’t. Not without admitting he heard you without meaning to and Yoongi really didn’t want to make you uncomfortable about it. 

Yoongi was nothing if not patient. 

Before you could catch Yoongi doing –hearing, rather– something he definitely shouldn’t, he slipped back into his kitchen to finish up dinner. The background of his daily life alone at his apartment was usually a playlist from his favorite artists or D-DAY so he could nit-pick and hate his own work, but not today. 

Today the background of his cooking was Holly’s excited barks and your cute giggles as his pup did something funny. He could get used to this, Yoongi realized. How easy it would be to have you in his space like this, him cooking for you after a long day, both of you sitting at the mostly unused table to share the meal. 

Dinner with you was a quiet one, Yoongi came to find out, but he really liked that. 

While your hands were busy and you couldn't sign, and his mouth was busy chewing so you couldn’t read his lips –nor did he want you staring at his mouth right now, as it would be nothing short of unattractive–. Yoogi appreciated the silence every now and then, the comfort that came with not having to fill the space with empty words and awkward conversation. 

Every now and then you’d make little comments like ‘the soup is delicious and warm’ and Yoongi would say little things like ‘it’s my mother’s recipe’ and ‘I like cooking, but didn’t do much of it in the dorm. 

After the meal, the two of you shared his kitchen sink as you refused to let Yoongi clean up everything on his own. Even if you still didn’t have a full on conversation as both of your hands were soapy and holding dishes and pans, your arms were brushing and sometimes you’d bump his hip with yours to get his attention. 

It felt domestic, something Yoongi never had before, and he found himself craving more of it. 

“What time must you be home?” Yoongi asked you after the dishes were done and a little bit of tension installed itself stubbornly. 

“I don’t have a curfew.” you told him with a tiny laugh. “But if you’re tired or busy tomorrow, I can–”

Yoongi raised his hand to wave the air, stopping you before you could think he didn’t want this date to continue. “No, no. I was just wondering if you’d like to watch a movie?”

“Of course.” you nodded with a smile, seemingly relieved about the invitation. 

Yoongi led you out of the kitchen and back to the living room, where Holly was already waiting while taking a nap on his fluffy bed in the corner. He could laugh at how tired the puppy was after playing with you for at least half an hour. Holly still raised his head to make sure the two of you weren’t going too far, but didn’t move to join you on the couch as you both sat down. 

Before even reaching for the remote control to turn the television on, Yoongi turned his body slightly to face yours, knees bumping into yours. 

“I’m sorry this date doesn’t feel much like a date.” he signed, scrunching his nose and scratching the back of his shoulder. 

“What do you mean?” your head cocked to the side, much like Holly’s did when he was confused, making Yoongi want to smile. 

“Doing what I do and being who I am doesn’t allow me much privacy to go out.” he explained, watching your eyes light up in understanding. “Ideally I would like to have taken you to watch a proper movie, have dinner somewhere nice, take a walk along the river. But this is the best I can offer you right now.”

“You can never go anywhere?” you asked him through swift and delicate movements that Yoongi was proud to say he picked up quite quickly. 

“I can, but it involves a lot of planning, security guards and NDAs.” Yoongi told you, trying not to let the guilt he was feeling transpire too much. “So it can feel a little impersonal, which is not what I wanted for our first date.”

“Well, I’m having a good time. Open spaces or crowded places make me a little nervous anyway.” you assured him, reaching to squeeze his hand before continuing: “And if it makes you feel any better, my last proper date was so many years ago that I don’t even remember how it went, so this is already much better.” 

“How do you know it’s much better if you don’t remember it?” Yoongi asked with a grin, gently placing his hand on your knee. Not too high on your leg to come out as disrespectful, but a firm touch nonetheless. 

“Because this one is a date with you.” you told him as your cheeks turned a little more rosy, eyes staring at his lips as you waited for his answer. 

Yoongi chuckled before saying: “Look at you flirting with me.”

“I flirt with you all the time!” you looked almost offended. 

“No you don’t!” Yoongi scoffed, resting his free arm at the back of the couch, almost caging you in, the hand on your knee rising just a little more. 

“Yeah I do! I’m just so terrible at it that you don’t even notice.” you huffed a sound that pulled on Yoongi’s heartstrings as if you were playing him like a guitar chord. 

“I noticed now.”

You nodded, but your lips formed a cute pout as you rested your back against the backrest of the couch, practically tucking yourself into Yoongi’s side. “Yeah, and you didn’t do anything about it.”

Yoongi’s smile was soft and a little crooked as the hand that was resting on your leg reached for your chin, to gently make you look at him. His lips moved slowly, tongue swiping between them as he asked: “What do you want me to do about it?”

“Nothing, if you don’t want to.” you answered him as your pout never wavered. 

“I want to kiss you.” Yoongi admitted as his own stomach did a nervous flip. He loved the way your eyes widened and flitted to his for a second. “Is that okay?”

You nodded. Just a tiny movement of your head as the pout disappeared from your lips. Yoongi leaned in slowly, so you’d be free to stop him if you didn’t want this. You held your breath in anticipation, eyes closing, giving Yoongi the chance to look at you from this close, freely. His hand moved from your chin to the back of your neck, which made you let go of the breath you’ve been holding, gasping softly. It was only then that Yoongi pressed his mouth against yours. 

Your hands rested on his chest, gently pulling on the black hoodie he had on. If to ground yourself or make sure he wouldn’t pull away, Yoongi was unsure about, but he took it anyway. He moved his lips slowly, dragging them against yours, silently asking you to follow his lead. 

And you did, pressing your mouth against his a little more firmly, mirroring his movements with a need that was enough to make Yoongi’s brain a little foggy. Your lips were so soft, tasting faintly of tangerines and he needed to have more of it, so Yoongi took a leap of faith and swiped his tongue against the seams of your lips. 

You responded to it with a little whine that was so sweet Yoongi was at risk of getting too excited for a first kiss. He chose to focus on slipping his tongue into your mouth when you gave him passage, feeling your jaw move as your lips parted wider, allowing him to deepen the kiss. 

Yoongi tipped his head slightly to the side, fingers dragging on the nape of your neck to get you to relax further into him. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him closer, slowly but surely, until your chests were pressed together. Your tongues swiped and flicked each other and Yoongi only pulled away when his cheeks were hot and his lungs were burning. 

His lips pulled away from yours, but not before taking your bottom one into his mouth, dragging it between his teeth before letting go. 

“Yoongi…” you sighed. 

And Yoongi’s chest filled up again, with that incredulous feeling that was too big to fit inside him, mind going numb and nerve ends being lit on fire because you said his name. You said his name. Not a whisper, not with signs, you said it in a tiny voice that sounded more like a whimper, a plea. 

And he’d give you whatever the fuck you asked him for. 

“You sound so sweet, baby.” Yoongi praised as you read his lips, eyes widening as you realized you let him hear you. 

“Yeah?” you spoke again and Yoongi thought about the process of making homemade bread. 

Because if he focused too much on how pliant, sweet and gone you sounded, his pants would feel a little tighter than they already were. 

“I like that.” you spoke again, softly, quietly, but a little more confident as his reactions were clearly positive. 

“Like what, hm?” Yoongi asked you as the back of his finger dragged across your cheek. 

Your eyes fluttered at his caresses, and then you told him: “I like… When you call me that. Baby.” 

Yoongi might develop a heart condition after today, surely all of this skipping beats and racing like a strong horse towards the finishing line shouldn’t be normal. 

“Come here, baby.” 

His hand slipped to the back of your neck again, tangling gently in your hair, dragging you back into another kiss that you willingly gave him. Yoongi sat back, resting against the cushion behind him, and you followed along. Yoongi’s free hand rested on your waist, squeezing, pulling, guiding. 

You didn’t need a lot of coaxing to understand what he meant, throwing a leg over his to sit on his lap, one knee on each side of his hips. Yoongi was in heaven as your chest pressed against his and you moaned into his lips as his tongue swirled around yours. 

Both of his hands were roaming all over your body; your sides, your hips, your thighs, resting flat on your back to keep you pressed to him. 

Yoongi pulled away from your lips when his lungs were burning and he needed air, head falling backwards and resting against the back of the couch. His eyes were heavy and half lidded, unable to close all the way because that would mean losing sight of you. 

And you just looked so fucking pretty, with glossy eyes, red and swollen lips and a perpetual blush on your cheeks. 

But you weren’t done with him, it seemed, as you leaned further to touch his neck with your lips. Yoongi moaned out a groan, sure you could feel the vibrations of it under your palms as they rested against his chest. It made you kiss his neck harder, warm tongue drawing patterns against his skin and Yoongi’s cock was twitching like crazy inside his pants. If you moved just a little closer, you’d feel it against the inside of your thigh. 

But of course something had to interrupt your making out. 

You kept kissing Yoongi’s neck, unbothered by the ringing of a phone echoing in the living room. The idol knew it wasn’t his phone, so it could only be yours. Yoongi placed his hand on the base of your neck to catch your attention, but it made you sigh heavily and your hips twitched on top of his.

….oh. 

Unfortunately that was an information he had to save for later as he needed to tell you about your ringing phone. Yoongi tapped your thigh twice and that’s when you finally pulled away from his sore neck to look at him with bleary eyes and a pout. 

“Your phone was ringing.” he told you, against his own will. 

“Shit.” you cursed under your breath and it made him smile to hear you curse like that. 

You scrambled off his lap, almost slipping on the floor because of your tights that covered your legs all the way to your feet. Yoongi chuckled, but his cheeks burned crimson as he looked down at this lap and noticed how visible his erection was, gently plucking a smaller cushion and placing it on top of his crotch. 

When he looked at you again, Yoongi noticed you typing furiously on your phone. 

“I’m not wearing my smartwatch, so I didn’t see my sister texted me.” you signed once you sat beside him on the couch. 

“Is everything okay?” he wanted to know. 

“She’s just worried.” you explained with a nod, looking out the window on the opposite wall. “It’s storming outside, so she’s worried about me getting home.” 

“Storming–”

Yoongi stood up to walk to the opposite wall, his movement making Holly leave his bed to sniff his feet as he asked for pets. The weather outside had completely flipped, dark clouds making the night sky appear grimson and threatening. The road was covered in white, heavy snowfall reflecting on the lampposts. It wasn’t surprising that your sister would be so worried about you, as there was no way he could drive you home in a weather like this. 

“Looks like you’re stuck here a while longer.” Yoongi turned to you with a little grimace. “Did you tell your sister you’re safe?” 

You nodded: “Told her we’re at your place. She said ‘how convenient’.” 

“Yeah, I promise I didn’t plan for this.” Yoongi chuckled, scratching the tip of his nose. “Not making the best impression on her, am I?” 

“I don’t think you planned a storm, Yoongi.” you laughed, which eased his worries. “We can just wait for it to pass, then I’ll call a ride–”

“That’s not gonna happen.” the man shook his head, walking closer to you. He touched the side of your face, loving the way your head leaned into it. “I’m not letting you walk out of here in that weather.” 

“So I’m just sleeping over?” you challenged and Yoongi raised an eyebrow. 

“Pretty much.” he shrugged and your cheeks darkened. “If you’re comfortable with that, of course. I have a spare bedroom, so you wouldn’t be sleeping over… with me.” 

“I’m okay with that.” you signed, turning slightly to leave a tiny kiss against his palm. “Just know I’m not usually the type to sleep over on the first date.” 

Yoongi laughed at your squinting eyes and poked your nose –not really sure why– and said: “I didn’t think you were.” 

“Are you?” you asked, scrunching your nose.

Yoongi hesitated, looking anywhere but your face. You let out a dramatic gasp, making him shake his head and reply:

“In my defense, I was never really able to do second dates. I was lucky if I could do the first.”

“What about now?” you asked and smoothed the collar of his hoodie.  “Can you do a second date now?”

“That depends.” he sighed, hand sliding down your arm to hold your hand. “Come sit? There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

As Yoongi led you to the couch and sat down next to you, Hoseok’s words rang in his brain. You’re great at self sabotaging, as his best friend had so eloquently put it. And here he was, about to do exactly that. About to give you a reason why you should walk away from him, why you shouldn’t give him a chance. 

“I don’t know if you already know this, but I’m going away soon.” he started, as there was no beating around it. 

“Oh? Where are you going?” you asked him through innocent eyes and a tiny, barely-there, pout.

“I’m going on tour for a while. Starting in America.” Yoongi was watching you carefully, terribly scared of hurting you, expecting the hurt to come for him. 

“That’s exciting. Are you happy about it?” you told him instead, smile so sweet that it completely broke his expectations. 

“I am, yeah. Nervous, but happy.”

“I can imagine.” you let out a little noise that should have sounded like a small whistle and Yoongi wasn’t sure you meant it. “When do you leave?”

“In a couple of months.”

“Really soon, huh?” 

“Yeah…” his side pressed against the back of the couch as he ran a hand through his hair. “Are you upset?”

“Me?” you pointed to your chest. When he nodded, you continued as if it was the most obvious thing: “I mean, we can still text when you’re away, right?”

“We can, of course.”

“Then why would I be upset? I’m happy for you.” you reached out for his hand to squeeze, letting it go when you carried on: “Unless… Unless this is you telling we can’t do this? Which I understand… You’ll have too much to worry about, and you should probably enjoy your tour, and the people you meet. But why did you ask me out? Are you hoping for this to be a one time thing?”

“Meeting new people is not something on my mind right now.” he assured you, taking your hand again to run his thumb over the back of it. “I asked you out because I like you, and I haven’t done something for myself for a while.”

“I like you too, Yoongi.” 

“I don’t want to toy with you, so I thought I should be upfront about this. I do really like you, and I wouldn't like to wonder what it would have been like if I never gave it a shot.” his honesty surprised even himself, but your soft smile never faltered. 

“We can just see where this goes. There's no need to think that further ahead... There’s no pressure. We can do whatever you want.”

Yoongi couldn’t promise you much. All he could do was try; try to keep this going, try to be kind to himself and take this chance. Yoongi wanted to keep you, he wanted you by his side, for as long as he could have you. 

He had never felt like this before, he never liked someone so fast. Maybe it was because this was the first time in at least ten years he could actually stop and take things as they came. Yoongi wasn’t constantly traveling with Bangtan, he didn’t have eighteen hours straight of practice and schedules. He had the opportunity to get to know you, to let you get to know him, too. 

Or maybe he would fall for you regardless. 

Your phone was showing it was 3am and you couldn’t sleep. You should have seen it coming, Yeji definitely did. Sleeping in strange places wasn’t as easy for you as it might be to the next person, but you really thought you’d be okay. 

You were comfortable around Yoongi, you felt welcomed in his home. Surely you were only sleeping over because of the sudden storm, but the man wasn’t bothered by you having to stay. 

He went through all the trouble of changing the sheets from the bed in his guest bedroom and gave you some of his clothes for you to wear; a large black shirt and sweatpants –which you had removed since they were too long and kept getting stuck in the sheets and bothering you as you twisted and turned–. 

Yoongi also told you that you could use his kitchen for anything you wanted, and maybe getting a glass of water in the middle of the night might be better than staring at your phone, counting the minutes until sunrise. 

It was definitely weird to be walking alone through someone else’s home, when you had absolutely no way of telling if you were being noisy, if the floorboards creaked, hoping to all that it's holy that you wouldn’t step in any of Holly’s squeaky toys. Yoongi’s apartment was huge, especially for just one person and his dog, but the decor and the furniture were exactly what you’d expect from an idol. 

Yoongi had paintings and prints on his walls, collector pieces here and there, a lot of black and white. But his home looked lived in; a black guitar in a corner, headphones by the couch, a small stack of polaroid pictures on a corner desk. You couldn’t help but wonder if he’d have someone staying here once he left for tour, to look after Holly, or if he’d send his dog to live in Daegu with his parents. 

After drinking half a glass of water and hoping you weren’t being too noisy as you washed it in the sink, you walked to the windows in the living room, slightly parting the curtains that Yoongi kept closed at night for privacy reasons. The storm had definitely passed, but the roads were still blocked with snow and just by looking outside you felt a little cold. 

You couldn’t be staring out the window for more than five minutes when you felt a hand on your back, in the middle of your spine. Touch so gentle that it didn’t even make you jump, followed by a sweet kiss on your shoulder. Suddenly the cold was completely gone and the tightness on your chest alleviated a smidge. 

Through the lights coming from the lamp posts outside, you could see Yoongi’s silhouette and his movements as he signed:

“You're awake. Everything okay?” 

“Yeah, everything is fine.” you assured him, turning slightly to look at his sleepy face and messy hair as it stood in odd angles. 

“Is the bed... not nice?” it made you smile how the just-out-of-bed state made him a little less fluent in sign language, but he was still trying. Yoongi was always trying. 

“The bed is very nice, just.... I feel vulnerable when I'm sleeping.” you explained slowly, watching his face to make sure he understood. “It's nothing personal, really. Since I can't hear, I can't fall asleep that easily in strange places.”

“Oh, yeah, I get that.” Yoongi nodded, his hand returning to rub your back, heat spreading where he touched. 

“At home I have a device that I keep under my pillow that will buzz me awake if something happens. And emergency lights.” you told him, not really expecting him to know about the gadgets that made your life a little easier. 

“I didn't even think of that... I’m sorry.” the man’s bottom lip jutted out and you wanted to kiss it. 

Things were pretty heated when you were making out on his couch, before your sister’s worried texts interrupted you. But then the talk you had afterwards, when he told you about going on tour, put the two of you in a damp mood, meaning you hadn’t kissed again after that. 

So you didn’t really know where you stood with him, you didn’t know what would have happened if the storm hadn’t hit and Yoongi was able to drive you home. You guessed you were waiting for tomorrow to find out if he would promise to text you, if he’d come see you at your work, even if he’d kiss you goodbye at the front porch of your house. 

“Don't be, please, I wanted to try.” you signed and rested a hand on his chest. 

“Do you want me to drive you home?” he asked, but you shook your head. 

“It's three am. I'm not even sure your car can get on the road like this.”

“Would it help if... you slept on my bed? That way you know I'll wake you up if anything happens?” Yoongi offered quietly and you read his lips. “I'll be your emergency light.”

“Poetic.” you giggled, despite your soaring heart. 

“Gimme a break, I'm half asleep.” Yoongi chuckled and you loved to feel the vibrations of his body, making you imagine what his laugh sounded like each time you felt it. 

“I'd like to try, if you're okay with that.” 

Yoongi assured you that he was okay with you sleeping in the same bed as him by threading his fingers through yours and gently pulling you with him to his bedroom. He had shown you his space when he gave you a tiny tour of the place earlier in the day, so you didn’t look around much this time. 

He turned the light on and fixed his pillows so that they sat in two piles on each half of the bed instead of one in the middle, fluffing them up and untucking the duvet a little wider so you’d both have space to slip under it. 

“You can take this side, so it’s closer to the door?” Yoongi offered and you didn’t even have to tell him that it would make you more comfortable to do so. You nodded, so he continued: “Do you want me to leave the light on?” 

“No, it’s okay.” 

Would you feel more at ease with some form of light? Yes. But Yoongi didn’t have any lamps or night lights in his bedroom and you doubted he could really sleep with the strong lights from the ceiling. You knew he had rehearsals for his tour the next day, with a dance practice in between, so you didn’t want to make him even more tired just because you had particularities about you. 

Yoongi nodded and waited for you to climb on his bed and lay down on his pillow, pulling the sheet higher over you to make sure you were warm. He didn’t close the door all the way when he walked closer to it to flicker the lights off. It took you a few moments for your eyes to get used to the new darkness, but when they did, you noticed Yoongi fiddling with the curtains on the other side of the room. 

He pulled and pushed until a gentle beam of light was crossing the bedroom, in a direct path to the door. This way it wasn’t too bright to keep any of you from falling asleep, but it was still enough to let you see the front of the room and a pathway leading directly to the door; just in case you needed it. 

The quiet and gentle care, the worry and attention to detail made a small lump form on your throat as you felt the bed dip on your left side. Yoongi settled next to you and you could feel the added warmth coming from his body under the shared covers. 

“Yoongi?” you called into the darkness. 

You knew you had spoken his name before, you let him hear a couple words from you during the day. It had taken a great effort then, to allow Yoongi into a part of you that only your sister and your niece were privy to. But each time you did, Yoongi never made fun of you, never laughed, never looked at you as if you were weird; or divergent at all. 

So you basked in the solitude of this dark room to get a little bit of courage.

To show you he was listening, Yoongi searched for your hand and brought it to his chest, dragging his fingers over the back of your hand in soft circles.  

“Thank you. For today. For letting me stay here.” you told him in what you hoped was a quiet tone, not wanting to disturb his silence too much. “And thank you for never making me feel like I'm different. It means a lot.” 

You could tell Yoongi was humming in acknowledgment from the vibrations of his chest under your palm. And since you took your chances anyway, you might as well:

“Also. You’re a really good kisser.” 

The rocking of his chest felt harder now, arms and shoulders shaking with the force of his laugh. At least the darkness kept your own smile and blushing cheeks a secret. Yoongi flipped your hand the other way around, so that your palm was facing up. His finger dragged slowly against it, with small caresses that did little to tame your beating heart. 

It took a few tries, but you realized what he was doing. Yoongi was writing letters on your palm. 

B. A. B. Y. 

It had you sighing and turning around to lay on your side, facing him. Yoongi let go of your hand to do the same and the soft light coming from the window behind him was enough to let you see the outlines of his face and of his curves. You didn’t need any more than that when his hand touched the side of your face, thumb tracing the space between your eyebrows, the slope of your nose, your cupid’s bow, finishing its path on your bottom lip. 

You parted your mouth to kiss the calloused pad of his thumb, flicking the tip of your tongue over it. Yoongi’s warm breath felt heavy on your cheek, making you look up and realize his face was inches away from yours. Yoongi took his thumb away and replaced it with his lips. 

The kiss started gentle, slow and innocent, growing bolder as you wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled yourself closer to him. Yoongi’s mouth moved against yours, making you follow along as your closed eyes fluttered and you sighed into him. His tongue was the followup, licking its way into your pliant mouth as you melted into his arms. 

Yoongi added depth into the kiss with flicks of his tongue as his free hand slipped to your waist to pull you flush against him and you were suddenly aware of the fact that you weren’t wearing his pants and the shirt he let you borrow was probably dangerously high on your hips. 

Instead of taking advantage of it, Yoongi smoothed the fabric to cover your bottom half, lips parting from yours to kiss your forehead instead. That’s when you knew nothing else was happening tonight. 

But at least when he laid back down against the mattress, letting you settle with your head on his chest, you weren’t nervous anymore. You weren’t doubting that his feelings for you were the same you had for him, and you knew that this kiss wouldn't be a one time thing. 

That night you slept better than you had in a very long time. 

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Sav, my girl! What a whirlwind was that! 🥵

Are we getting more of them? Hehehe

Oh definitely! I’m so in love with these emotionally stunted babies :) idk if i’ll do a part 2 , but i’m very open to writing drabbles about them (*cough cough* requests are open ;) )

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

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Before I Leave You (Pt.73)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: You are everything to Yoongi, the yoke in his egg, the daffodils on the sidewalk, the sunshine in the morning. Everything. He just had to remember it. 

Tags: Nightmares, angst, hurt/comfort, mention of food issues but they're only talked about in terms of the m/c getting better.

W/c: 10.0k

A/n: the irony of this chapter is that it's going to come out during the wedding of the two people who live in the house that inspired bily, the last time i was there there where sprouts growing in every windowsill and a fluffy throw on every couch so <3 everything will be alright wont it? the house is filled with love in this universe as well as the bily one <3

Previous part- Masterlist - First part

Downstairs, you and Hobi are shrouded in a particular kind of fuzzy warmth. The kind that only comes from knowing you do not have to be in control anymore. That there is no hidden consequence waiting for you. no shoe to drop. no monster under your bed.

The downstairs is shrouded in that kind of quiet and comfort that comes with warm evenings and supple hands that have nothing to do but loving and set about diligently at that task. Like cold breezes in summer, icing and chocolate, and sunshine on raspberries warming their sugar.

But the upstairs nest room is not so peaceful.

Tae’s post-coitus talks are legendary at this point, as Yoongi sits on the edge of the nest, not looking at her because to look at Tae is to encourage more truth to fall from her lips. He busies himself with tucking jungkook in. Sprawled asleep. And tries not to listen to the truth that Yoongi neither wants nor believes he needs.

Right now his brain is fuzzy and prone to believing her.

There are small things all around the nest, pieces of the pack and remnants and evidence of the time the three of them spent here hours ago taking Jungkook apart and putting him back together again. Fucking then sleeping then waking up to fuck again. The arousal burns low at present, sated for now.

A discarded shirt of Jungkook’s sits tangled in a pair of handcuffs because he’d gotten too squirmy for Tae's liking, a silk scarf of Tae’s because he’d gotten mouthy too. A notepad and a bit of paper. Lines scrawled out because Tae’s post-knot clarity always gives her a few good poems, a few good lines.

Yoongi doesn't have to read them to know they're about you. Almost everything Tae writes has You and Jimin in it. The others are there too every now and then- but if Tae had to say it Yoongi knows you and Jimin are her muses.

It takes Tae a few months to digest her feelings into something palatable. Yoongi didn’t need to ask what time period it was written about as he read over her shoulder, pressing kisses to her lips between the lines. Trying not to be a distraction but wanting to be a distraction worthy of Tae’s attention.

This poem that he'd watched her scrawl out, pen to her lips between stanzas. It has the first few months of your relationship all over it.

I know I over-feed the cat, but I can’t help it. If you could eat the love I have for you what would it taste like? Would it be mangoes- Sticky, yellow, sweet. Eat Till the threads of it get stuck Between your teeth. Would it leave you full and sleepy- like bread and pasta? Rigatoni, Penne, pastina stars The candy toothache of my heart Swells thick and gummy. Eat up. I must admit I grow addicted to the brown sugar of your being. Would my love stain the edge of your smile? Like strawberries? Blueberries? Black? I must admit I am afraid of food metaphors When it comes to you. Because just like with food, I fear if I don’t give you enough You’ll go starving, Out of some sense Of beauty and responsibility. Could you love me enough, Would you love me enough if I’m good? Salt, fat, acid, heat. What is owed at our table- A full meal or half? Desert or just a snack? Just tea please, I’m not hungry. I already ate. I know I overfeed the cat, but I can’t help it- I can’t help it at all. If you would eat the love I have for you, Would you still want to be so skinny? Love is warm bellies and not hollow throats. Love cares not for second portions, Only 8 courses Love is a bowl of soup It warms from the inside out. I know I overfeed the cat.

Noodle purrs nearby, the subject of the conversation earlier today that no doubt inspired Tae. Heaped between a pillow and a rolled-up blanket looking overstuffed- like one of your stuffed animals that litter the nest up here and the one downstairs. Jin had gotten a little overzealous on the jellycat website during christmas time.

He's gotten rather chubby, his middle more round than just fluffy. His pudgy tomcat face is charming, eyes blinking slowly as he watches Yoongi toil with his emotions.

"We should put him on a diet" You'd lamented, still feeding him treats, in the kitchen this afternoon. Yellow light slipped through the windows and lunch plates piled high in the sink. A carton of coffee-caramel ice cream and mango sorbet gathering condensation nearby. On your knees before his bowl. Because if you all got after-lunch ice cream treats then he should get some too.

"Don't you dare, he's perfect this way." Tae had replied, scandalized, and made the point of giving Noodle an extra scoop of food and you an extra spoonful of sweet frozen milk.

Yoongi knows that your comment had stayed on Tae's mind just like he knows that it's not just Noodle you were talking about. How many times has he seen you pull down the edge of your shirt over the past few weeks? Or reach for Hobi's baggier sweatshirts? Or sho them all out the door when you shower intent on doing it alone.

The pack loves group showers, there will probably be one on the way tonight from the sound of it. Yoongi doesn't doubt that the pack will leave you messy and sated. A little too sleepy too. Someone will have to help.

His fingers drum quietly on the bed. Nervous. Waiting. A little annoyed- but Yoongi's not sure where it comes from.

A loud slap from downstairs punctuates the quiet. Yoongi just barely flinches. And Yoongi wonders if you'd let them see you naked tonight or if you'd been too nervous for it. Or if Seokjin and Namjoon will make everything, your anxieties and your fears and your feelings of inadequacy, feel small.

They'll make you feel small too. Omegaspace is all but a guarantee tonight.

But he's not allowed downstairs to double-check that you're alright. (He is, he's just not sure you even want him downstairs- which is another thing entirely. Would his presence make you more nervous? More likely to go into appeasement mode because you think that's what he wants?)

Tae has a habit of reminding him when he's being a shithead.

Now Yoongi wishes for Tae’s attention to be elsewhere. On a poem. On Jungkook. On anything. Yoongi has gotten very good at lying to himself over the past few weeks. But somewhere across the lines I’m still angry at her, turned into I should still be angry. He’s not quite sure when that changed. But he knows he's holding onto his anger, that it's growing slippery, but that he's not ready for it to go away.

Yoongi will do anything to keep you, to make you stay. And that’s part of the problem. He's scared of his own capacity for forgiveness. What you might take if he gives you another chance. He's scared that you'll go and take all of him with you.

He's scared- sure, but he's not really angry anymore.

He's just tired- tired of feeling so much, tired of feeling things so intensely. Tired of worrying, of keeping you at arm’s length and wondering if I let you back in now have you learned not to do this again? Or will you just say you’ll change?

Yoongi will always love you- will always be your mate. But he doesn’t want to be sitting and waiting all the time wondering if you’re thinking about leaving again.

You’ve already tried to do that twice; the third time would be the charm.

Jungkook slumbers belly down in the nest, his soft huffs of breath coming frequently and at a steady pace. He’s quite a vision with his rippling back muscles and splayed thighs. With Hickeys on his skin from Yoongi's own mouth where the skin goes soft and dark. Knees apart to limit the soreness he must be feeling from the knot. Covered at the waist but only just so with a thin sheet. The tops of his thighs shiny with cooling slick. Yoongi’s eyes hover on Jungkook as he looks back.

Tae's voice keeps it hush, mindful of Jungkook's sleep schedule but not of the fragileness of Yoongi's heart.

"If you worry you suffer twice. Her leaving and you not forgiving her- isn't the result the same?"

Jungkook's sleeping form will offer him no savior from Tae’s words, he’d say the same thing- they all would. "Do you really want the distance she's been trying to give you Yoongi? Because I really don't think you do"

You've been fucking miserable these last few weeks. Is what she doesn't say but wants too. Yoongi knows it. Can taste the unfinished business on the air in the form of Tae's wilting rose and cinnamon scent. The heady horny edge to it wareing away.

It’s quiet downstairs but it hadn’t always been; between your pleas and Hobi’s growls and then your cries that had made Yoongi gnash his teeth. Sobbing echos that made Yoongi flinch. Distant cries of “m’ sorry m-" and Jin’s joining croon of “good pup, come to daddy, I’ve got you my sweet little thing, I’ve got you.”

But it’s quieting down now. Yoongi can only just hear a little bit of the hushed voices when he strains his ears. He can’t hear you at all when Tae’s talking.

Jungkook stays asleep, completely lost to the world, He needed two cocks to settle, Jungkook always sleeps for a long time after scenes, even simple cute ones like this. You’re the same. Yoongi knows you’re the same. That you usually doze after cumming, so sleepy- like your body gives up under the force of too much pleasure. And that even awake you’re pliant and drowsy. (He loves it when you get that way).

You’ll never have to worry about insomnia the way that Tae and Yoongi do. If it ever gets too bad, the pack will only ever fuck you to bed.

Which is why Yoongi’s restless, why he can’t sleep. Because you’re downstairs and not upstairs with him. He can pretend that's not why he's awake, but the truth remains. Eviscerated by Tae's pouting lips.

He heard you crying earlier. Coupled with Hobi’s yelps and Namjoon’s low croon. It was hard- harder than Yoongi expected, to resist the urge to go down to you. Grating, the mental equivalent of nails on a chalkboard to tune out the sounds of his mate in distress.

It's not distress, he knows that- logically Yoongi knows that the pack would never do anything you didn't consent to.

And still…

"That's not it Tae, that's not it at all." Yoongi denies, but the lie is blatant even to his own lips.

Yoongi is harder to settle than Jungkook. Tae knows this. Folded against the nest, her silky lavender dress pulled back on after fucking Jungkook, small breasts pillowing, hickeys dotting the top of them both faded and not. Some of them are from Jungkook- fresh and pink- but a few might be from you a few days prior.

She snorts, "isn't it? You're both just doing what you think will give you the least amount of pain- instead of actually confronting each other about this. Do you know what I think hyung?”

Just about every packmate has a newfound obsession with Tae’s chest. The tender swelling sensitivity just there. Tae hasn’t gone up a cup size in a few months, she’s a B at best- but the pack still praises her for it. Still takes every opportunity to make her blush and show her their appreciation.

But still- sometimes Yoongi catches her in the mornings, putting on her lingerie that she wears under her clothes almost every days-tugging at the gaping in the front. She bought stuff a cup size up at the beginning- so did Namjoon and Jin and Jimin, endless pretty sets from for love and lemons and Victoria’s Secret that sit unworn.

Because they don’t fit- might not ever fit. Unless Tae does something drastic like surgery. Yoongi's surprised she hasn't asked for it yet.

Yoongi sighs, frustrated, “What Tae, what do you want to say?”

Tae flips over on her tummy, hair a little messy, grinning looking a bit like Noodle as she strokes gently down Yoongi’s jaw. He’s not wearing a shirt he just tugged on pajama pants so the scratch of her long nails down his skin makes goosebumps erupt all over his bare arms.

“I think punishing yourself isn’t a way to rewrite history. Punishing yourself isn’t going to make what happened go away. At this point- I think you’re keeping yourself away from her to prove a point- but the points already been proven.”

“That’s not it,” Yoongi says again. Like repeating it will make it true. Tae raises an eyebrow at him, swishing her legs, her white painted toenails flashing in the half-darkness.

“Don’t you want to make her see that it was a bad decision, isn’t that what you’re doing? Punishing her for going and punishing yourself for not being there when she made the choice to go?”

As if on cue Yoongi can hear it from the ground floor, the sound of your babbling giggles- you in omegaspace surely, a softly crooned “Good puppy, give him another treat, he’s earned it.” From Jin. Yoongi knows you’re cute and sweet and sensitive in your headspace downstairs, the idea of seeing you- touching you- without the burden of all this- is so tempting Yoongi’s hands hurt.

Yoongi’s hands tighten around Jungkook's elbow, his anchor, preventing him from going downstairs. When Yoongi turns back to look at Tae, her eyebrows are pulled together and she’s looking down at Jungkookie. He has a single hand tangled in the hem of her nightdress, fist closed, chubby and cute.

“What are you thinking?” Yoongi is always in the habit of asking that. It’s worth asking- so that you don’t have to wonder.

“You remind me of myself before I came out. Denying yourself love just because you want to be right- doesn’t make you right, it just makes you less loved.” Her eyes flick from Jungkook up to Yoongi.

Yoongi's hands are cold, the goosebumps on his arms are still there.

Yoongi is not human without your love. How many afternoons has Tae seen him staring off into space? How many more meals will Yoongi push around the food on his plate? How many mornings will his hair go unbrushed because Yoongi simply doesn't have the energy to brush it? Tae and the others make up for it a good deal, but at the end of the day, none of them are the person who Yoongi bonded his soul too.

Tae knows what sadness looks like, what depression looks like and she's learned a lot from you. She won't let this be more than a little blip in Yoongi's year.

Your love is one of the things that makes Yoongi feel human. Without you to love, and feeling like he shouldn't, Yoongi's a little unmoored, a little without purpose.

Tae detangles Jungkook’s fist from her dress gently, replacing his grip with a nearby item- another one of her dresses that the omega had so diligently woven into the outer rim of the nest. He curls around it protectively, purring gently. She covers him with a different thicker blanket to simulate her warmth. Then she sits up on her knees and starts to shuffle to the edge of the nest.

“Come on,”

“But Jungkook-”

“He’ll be fine for a second hyung.”

Tae hasn’t yet conditioned herself out of using that phrase, hyung. And Yoongi might remind her if it didn’t sound so sweet coming from her mouth. More of a pet name than anything else. Yoongi doesn’t mind. She can still call him hyung if she wants. They’ve had conversations about it before.

Tae stops, and turns back. The language thing- is one of her current fixations at the moment. “It’s not- just because that slips out doesn’t mean I’m not still a girl."

“I know baby. I’d never think that unless you told me- not that you’ve got to- not that-“

“No, I know. Thank you hyung.” Tae's teeth worry away at her lower lip.

“You can use Oppa too you know. If that feels nicer, or you can go back and forth and use both.”

“I know, I don’t know why I don’t like it as much, hyung makes me feel like you’ll always look after me.” Yoongi grabs Tae’s hands, tangled in the sheets, silken, pink.

“You know I always will.”

Tae uses that hand to her advantage. Pulling him up and out of the nest. Tae leads him down the dark stairs, her quiet giggles softening Yoongi’s anxiety, but when he gets down there, you're there.

You're small in Namjoon's lap, resting your cheek against the hollow of his throat. The pack alpha's shirt is completely unbuttoned now and you’ve hidden your face in his honey skin, rubbing your face all in it, cheeks pink and slowly purring. Guarding your eyes from the big light in the kitchen- where Jimin is getting Hobi a glass of water. Pants pulled on just barely, still hanging low. The scar on his shoulder pink and catching the light- just barely healing. Big on the back side and small on the front.

Yoongi just barely hears namjoons low and sweet growls, his sweet nothings. The way he cradles you gently but so fiercely to his chest Yoongi knows it's all instinct.

"I'm never gonna let anything happen to you- never again- I've got you pup, I've got you. "

The shirt you wear is big and dark, he knows already that it's his- probably pilfered from downstairs to comfort you. Yoongi's not really sure why that makes his throat close up. Even around all of them, even after all of that. It's still his scent you ask for. The one that cloaks you and covers you in the wake of this.

It hurts a little bit more than it should that Namjoon freezes when he sees Yoongi standing on the steps. Freezes, arms tightening just a little around you as you continue to nuzzle into the pack alpha's throat, Dozing and lost in the haze of aftercare.

His arms relax when Namjoon sees it's just the two of them, and tae floats over, dress swishing. "Oh alpha- did you make her all small and soft for me?"

Namjoons teeth look extra sharp as he beholds tae, as she strokes down his throat. To have another alpha touch him there should feel threatening, but Namjoon just feels satisfied. "Of course I did babygirl."

Hobi is more awake than you but so much further down in puppy space than Yoongi expected. The collar jingles faintly against his throat where he rolls his tongue lolling out. Belly up on the carpet and clearly enjoying Jin’s nails scrapping and petting and scratching over his tummy. Never too tired for more belly rubs, especially with a full stomach full of good pup treats (they're just dog bone-shaped chocolate chip cookies, a special all-organic kind that Jin buys from Etsy explicitly for this).

He’s shy- Hobi hasn’t had the time to indulge in puppy space in months, but now he tucks his face under Jin’s shirt and squirms. Happy to be on the receiving end of the pack Omega’s undivided attention. “Good puppy- what a good boy-“ Jin croons, eyes glassy and dark, biting his lip as he watches Hobi squirm and his tongue lol. Panting animatedly.

He’s needed this too- the sound of his praises fall so easy and natural from his pouted lips. And Hobi stills, ears pink when he looks to Yoongi and Tae in the doorway. Lucid for a breath. Tae’s arms are looped around Yoongi’s hips. Keeping him from slinking off, keeping him from feeling like he’s not wanted.

The pack alpha pears at them over the back of the couch. His arms slowly relax around you, nostrils flaring at the scents coming from both of them but mostly Yoongi. Namjoon looks, and glares, but he can smell it. How upset he really is, the undercurrent to his scent. Yoongi smells like chocolate and worry.

He tips his chin down, a clear command to come here.

“Yoongi wanted to make sure she was alright.” Tae supplies, Yoongi tries to deny it but Namjoon already knows. Namjoon’s grumble growl is warm and inviting as Tae guides Yoongi to sit. Your arms are loose around Namjoon’s neck. He’s quiet, but his eyes are shiny with alpha space, measuring every one of their movements like the pack alpha might measure threats. Guarding the pup in his arms very diligently.

“She’s tired, fell right off.” jimin says, coming over to stand above the four of you and watch as tae guides yoongi's hand out, to touch your back, to pet up and down gently. Jimin runs his hand over your wet cheek, picking a hair out from between your lips.

“Poor little pup” and Yoongi feels breathless but Namjoon and Tae make room for him to sit close. yoongi doesn't need to be guided to sit close to you, almost sideways in something like a hug. You sag just a little more into him, like you’re relaxed by Yoongi’s presence alone. Letting out soft huffs of breath against Namjoon's chest, tiny purrs start up anew, louder, deeper. Your spine curls at an uncomfortable angle like you can decide between Namjoon's chest and Yoongi's hands.

And then Tae takes both of your wrists, detangling them from Namjoon’s neck, the same moment that Namjoon starts to lift your hips.

Yoongi can’t even say anything, can’t even protest as they put you in his lap. You suction to his front like a starfish sinking deeper into dreamland and going more boneless by the breath. Yoongi starts to say something- nothing more than hollow protests.

But it feels so good to have you hear, settled over his lap. So good his breath hitches.

Your hands tangle in the front of his shirt, holding on tight- like you think he might go even in your sleep. Yoongi knows you feel that he’s here- although you might not remember it tomorrow. Maybe that's for the better.

he hesitates for a second, and then pulls you flush against him, hard.

Tae settles behind him and namjoon behind you. His big hands forcing the collar of his shirt to the side so the pack alpha can lean around you and nuzzle into the hollow of his throat. He barely has enough energy in him to open his mouth.

How lucky you and him are to have 6 people to watch over you like this. To make sure that you wake up safe, that you get everything you need before you drift off. Yoongi doesn’t have to do it on his own anymore. He hasn’t had to in months but that still doesn’t lose its novelty. Yoongi wonders if he’ll ever take it for granted.

Yoongi breathes deep and even.

“Thanks, Tae.”

“Of course, honey. Remember for next time- alpha knows best.” Yoongi’s cheek rests against the top of your head, and your breath tickles his neck.

“I know we’ve got to go upstairs, but can we stay like this for a second?”   “Of course, honey.” Her fingers stroke through his hair, and Yoongi closes his eyes and tucks his face into the top of your head. One cuddle can't hurt. He can go back to being angry with you in the morning.

“You’ll stay like that until Alpha says you can get up.”

Tae’s giggle is sweet, Yoongi’s eyes are already closed, “Joonie-“

He can hear Namjoon's bashfulness in his voice, the kind of shyness that warms yoongi up from the inside out and reminds him that they're all still learning. “Sorry, I’m still- it’s still-”

“I know alpha.”

I know I know I know.

~-~

(Yoongi, a few days later)

(In the end, forgiveness is not something that is inevitable)

Yoongi doesn’t know that it’s a dream while it’s happening.

One moment he is entirely unaware, resting, asleep, at peace. And the next the nightmare climbs up the edge of his vision. Clinging to the darkness- dissolving like mist only in reverse. Like smoke sucked through a straw. Like burning- carving from the outside in, hungry and without purpose. Burning burning burning.

One moment nothing and the next there is so much red.

The first thing Yoongi knows is that he can smell something burning, he looks up and he’s in the living room of your house, no furniture yet. The inside is so white but not perfect- he can vaguely place the memory.

This is the way the house looked just after they finished re-plastering; Yoongi files the memory and finds its from months and months ago- during another spring. The floors are all fucked from the mess that the plasterers had left. White splotches here and there. Everything covered in ghostly white sheets, a drop cloth under Yoongi's knees that slowly bleeds red.

It's about a month before the pack came home maybe. The last month it was ever you and Yoongi and not You and Yoongi and everyone else.

Yoongi watches as the Flames lick at the white walls. There is something in his hands but he can't look down yet. Something- his brain doesn't want to look at it- it's easier to look at the flames. The fire is yellow and slow to hunger. Creeping almost lazily, like it has nothing but time to burn. He can do little more than watch, not too scared, just confused, as all of the hours and minutes of his hard work are eaten up by heat.

The fire comes from everywhere and nowhere- leaking silently up the walls, turning the plaster slowly from gold to brown, then black before it crumbles away into ashes. Slowly chewing away at the walls, and the windows. The doorknob rattles and somewhere close by Noodle yowls and scratches at something.

The next thing Yoongi knows is that you’re very very still. You’re not moving at all. Not even a little bit- those pupish twitches of your fingers or the wiggle of your nose when you scent his displeasure. Nothing. None of it.

Yoongi is holding you, you are so small, so fragile in his arms. Lighter than you are in reality as he shakes you and tries to get you to wake up. You smile in your sleep a lot, but you aren’t smiling now. The mating mark is blackened against your throat, a thin trail of black and red that rims your lips, bleeding down the corner of your mouth. Inky dark one second, bright crimson the next as a bit of blood drips down the side of your face. 

There is so much blood. It's wet and it's cold despite the fire.

He calls your name, and you don't answer. Yoongi's own voice sounds muffled, Warbled. He keeps talking. Unsure what he's saying. He shouts and screams. But his voice never gets louder, you never wake up. He yells as loud as he can and you still don’t wake up.

It comes all at once, just like the fire.

There is blood on your throat too, so much it can't just be from your mouth. Bright and ruby, slipping down your collar bones and the hallow of your chest. Welling out from somewhere- somewhere that Yoongi can't see. Where are you hurt? Where is it coming from? Yoongi can't find the cause of the bleeding.

There is blood on your arms- trailing to the hallow of your elbow, between your legs, soaking through the white of his shirt, heavy and sticky and warm. Yoongi feels like he's suffocating. Yoongi searches for the source of the bleeding, fingers ruddy, soaking into his palms and his knuckles. Frantic as he tugs the hem of your shirt soaked through. The shorts at your hips- all red.

There is so much of it, so much of it that it pools around the two of you on the floor, slow and lazily, almost taunting Yoongi- just like the flames. Yoongi can do little more but watch you bleed out and hold you through it. Hold you as you die. Watch the red swallow you until there's nothing left of you. Just blood-soaked clothing. His breath hitches, suddenly painful in his lungs and his voice comes all at once. So loud it hurts him.  

“Namjoon- please- someone help me- someone-”

Yoongi wakes in the nest completely alone. Jerking up so fast that it makes him dizzy. He's too warm. Hot and balmy. Sweat soaks the front of his shirt.

He pushes himself up in the empty nest on shaking hands. Blinking, looking around at the folded blankets, the pillows at the rim of the nook, the absence of any other living soul here.

(that's not entirely true, Noodle is perched on a nearby pillow purring loudly. That's as much comfort as he can possibly offer as he's sworn to hate his arch-nemesis for eternity. Even though Yoongi sort of gives the best chin rubs- although Noodle would never confess it and will take the secret to his grave).

The high ceilings are dark and hollow, the whole room drenched in that half twilight of closed drapes. Empty even though Yoongi looks- searching for his packmates, searching for anything to make his chest feel not so tight.

Noodle purrs loudly and blinks slow.

The Christmas lights have been turned off- probably to help him sleep. The light streaming through the cracks in the curtains is dissonant. But the room is quiet and cluttered- Hobi’s monstera looks freshly misted in the corner, and humidity clings to the windows and skylight up high.

Yoongi pulls himself up and heaves out a shaky breath. Chest tight. You- he needs to find you. Find you and make sure- make sure you're not- Yoongi lets out a shaky breath. A dream, that's all it was. Just a dream. But part of him can't believe it. What if it wasn't?

It’s still hard to tell. The panic won’t leave his lungs. At the front of his nose is the scent of burning things- and that is very very real.

It looks like the omega’s piled the blankets around him, a smaller ring of fluffy blankets to keep the last slumbering packmate safe from outside eyes. But with so many blankets- Yoongi has overheated. He's sweaty and sticky and gross feeling. He should probably shower before he goes downstairs, probably, but-

He needs to make sure you're alright, right now- before he falls apart. Noodle mewls lightly and pulls himself over to Yoongi, pushing up against his trembling fingers, licking at them until Yoongi scratches his chin.

It takes him a second, staring down at his sweat-soaked shirt- to distinguish that it is not blood, blinking and mistaking the light behind his eyes for red.

Yoongi doesn’t say anything and doesn’t call out for anyone. Can’t do anything but detangle himself from the mess of blankets and Noodle and follow the smell of burning things down down down the stairs. Feeling like a ghost with a bad taste in his mouth. A vague pressure behind his eyes and a numbness in his arms and hands from lying on them for so long. His blood circulates slowly and sluggishly.

You are standing on a kitchen stool when he skitters to a stop on bare feet at the bottom of the stairs.

Yoongi has to blink a few times to make sure he's not dreaming, that the walls are the same light pink color they always were. Not brick red but not creamy plaster white- off color like the flush at your cheeks.

The sweater you wear is Hobi's- extra big especially at the wrists, pulling down all the way to your elbow as you reach up to stop the beeping from the smoke alarm with a wave of a newspaper. Nose wrinkled at the smell of smoke. You don't have the crusties at your eyes and your skin is glossy. Seokjin probably did your skincare routine for you as the pack omega is prone to do with so much extra time for fussing these days.

There is no one else in the house but you. The top layer of the air in the kitchen is cloudy with smoke. Yoongi watches you and scrubs a hand over his face. You do not turn and look at Yoongi in the doorway, although you know it’s him just because you can sense when your mate comes close, either scenting him on the air or through the dull pulse of the mating park.

Your sense of smell has been getting a little bit better recently. Yoongi knows better than to chalk it up to your weight gain but your health checkup earlier this week had been a lot more promising than the one before. Yoongi had gone to the appointment with you, and you’d perked up almost immediately when you realized he wasn’t going to give you the distant silent treatment again, all but skipping into the exam room.

He’d even let you hold his hand while they took your blood. He’s never had the heart to leave you scared. Never. Not even when he's angry at you.

Your hormones are leveling out, although there are no signs of you going into heat yet. Another 3 months of no change and you've promised Namjoon to at least talk about hormone therapies.

Tae had reassured you that it wasn't so bad with a kiss on your forehead and a hand at your hip. Covering the place where you, like Tae, might one day receive the weekly injections by Namjoon's hands.

It’s daunting. The idea of sitting through the same kind of treatment that Tae gets; the clink of the glass bottles on the counter, the pearly sound of glass hitting tile. The cold swipe of a swab and the press of a needle.

Namjoon’s always gentle.

You'd be inclined to just leave it alone- but your doctor had been very insistent, something about possible fertility issues if you want to have pups one day.  It’s hard to get pregnant outside of a heat, nearly impossible. This isn't an issue that can be just pushed under the rug if pups are something you want to have with the pack someday.

Namjoon and Tae had perked up a little when the idea of pups had been broached. But Yoongi had remained at the fringes of the room- silent. Yoongi thinks about your scent changing the same way Tae's did- how it went from cinnamon and pepper to cinnamon and roses.

He'd never tell her because Yoongi would never want to make Tae feel self-conscious about her own much-needed changes, but he doesn't like the idea of your scent changing the same way.

Deep down Yoongi wonders if you’d want to have pups if it wasn’t what the pack wanted. He’s not sure he’d be able to handle it, a little bundle of you and him and the whole big fucking world with all its wicked people. Yoongi knows peace now but still doesn't trust it. Wouldn't trust it especially if it was just him and you and a little life- so unprotected and vulnerable.

Yoongi doesn’t like feeling this way; vulnerable.

He breathes in a deep breath of your scent, warm and sweet and slightly smooth, not frazzled or scared sour (the way he first knew your scent to be, back before he even knew that you smelled like cake and not rain). You smell completely unaffected, unworried, and unharmed. You don't smell at all like you would have in Yoongi's dream. You don't smell like you're dying.

So why is his heart still beating out of his chest?

He crosses the kitchen in a few shakey strides, just as you start to speak. “Hobi made pancakes but Jin and him started making out and they like totally forgot about them! So they’re out getting breakfast sandwiches, I didn’t wanna wake you so I just got you-”

Your voice cuts off abruptly as Yoongi lines his face up with your spine and plants his nose there, breathing in your scent once, then again shaky. Nuzzling into your lower back. Arms around your waist, gripping your hips.

You make a little noise, questioning, looking down at him with a mixture of shock and concern. and you should be shocked and concerned- it's been nearly a month since your mate hugged you- let alone clutched you to his chest like this. It’s roughly the same sound that Noodle makes when you wake him up with pets.

He holds around your waist as you stand on the ladder, three feet up. His hands tangle with the fabric at your hips. he blinks looking down and away, at the floor.

“Yoongi!? What’s wrong?”

Dimly, he's aware that he’s supposed to be angry at you. He flushes, the blood hot and pink at his cheeks. You’re not supposed to be speaking really- at least not about things that matter and to be fair- Yoongi cannot speak right now. Burying his face in your back until the feeling of your blood on his hands is a distant memory. Feeling the warmth of your skin until the idea of you cold and still no longer bothers him.

Not a memory- a dream. Not a memory. He has to remind himself a second time. Remind himself enough that by the time he doesn't belive it the space to answer your question comes and goes.

Your eyebrows lower and you set a hand on his head, threading routinely into his hair- long, shaggy and dark. And he pushes further into your skin and into your touch the same way plants press into sunlight.

Yoongi is so tired of being angry, he's so tired of being scared. Your hand touches his cheek and his eyes flutter. Lips parting. Namjoon cuddled him just last night- but Yoongi will always be touch starved just for you.

Your breath hitches, "Oh Yoongi."

his arms tighten around you, like he's worried you're going to slip through his arms like smoke. "Bad dream?" You ask, it's a state that you are only too familiar with as he hums non-committal. you turn around halfway so that you can put your hands on his shoulders and touch him. Yoongi almost wants to keen at the contact, almost wants to tell you he likes it too much- which would be embarrassing. He nods against your back.

He missed this, missed this A lot. He missed you. Yoongi's eyes are itchy.

This is the first time he’s held you since you almost left, besides that moment in the car when you were both so angry and so broken it hardly mattered. Yoongi swallows, and he still can’t speak when he tries. Hiding his face in your spine, your hip when you turn, back hugging you because even on a ladder he is still mostly taller than you. Shaking faintly, still shaking off the fucking dream.

His voice is croaky, not all there when his voice box finally cooperates. “Can you get off?"

You get down from the stepstool instantly. His hands tangle in the side of your shirt to steady you. Unwilling to go more than a few inches from you. You're always so wobbly in the mornings before you've eaten and Yoongi is ever mindful.

The sweater you wear has a small doodled bunch of flowers on the front, a botanical print. Yoongi thinks he remembers if vaguely- from a trip Hobi and Namjoon took to the botanical garden a few years ago. It's got holes in the arms like Hobi has snagged it one too many times on rose bushes. Yoongi threads his fingers through them and holds on.

You stare up at him from the floor like you’re waiting for his instruction. Eyes wide and glassy and pretty and alive.

Yoongi stills, breath hitching- at the sight of a bit of red on your lips.

It's off to the side, on your bottom lip almost hidden by where your smile sits. Yoongi's face crumples a little at the sight of it.

Yoongi reaches up with shaking hands to touch it, wiping it away. You follow his hand. He looks down at the smudge on his finger. The little bit of red.

“Oh! That was from Tae she-" You break off when he pulls you back to him, crushing you to his chest. And you surely can’t know what’s going wrong or what Yoongi’s just dreamed but you let him man handle you regardless.

He's sort of glad that no one else is home, that it's just you and him here for a few moments. The quiet of the house is all encompassing- beyond the sound of wind sneaking under the windowsills and the pitter-patter of the drizzle outside. Noodle meows dolefully from the stairs, coming to see why Yoongi had abandoned him so abruptly (the nerve of him.)

Yoongi rests his full weight on you, crushing you to his chest. You push his hair back away from his face, and Yoongi keeps his eyes closed like that will keep the feeling here for longer. Like he's worried if he opens his eyes the nightmare will be here again.

Your hands, his face, small fingers that push at the wetness that he doesn’t name dripping under his eyes. His breath comes out in short little gasps.

There is rain outside, pattering against the window. It’s been raining a lot over the last few days. Soaking the soil in the pre-spring cold. It won't be long now and everything will be green again. Hobi will plant the window boxes, and you'll be able to put the ferns out. You and Tae will start wearing your matching dresses all the time and it will become Yoongi's job to cut the watermelon because he's the only one in the house trusted besides Jin with the big knives. He'll cut up orange slices and peaches and strawberries too. Everything for his loves and their hungry mouths and hungry hearts.

Soon but not yet. Spring and summer are just around the corner but they're not here yet and yoongi is painfully aware of that.

You don’t ask him why he’s crying; you don’t look him in the eyes when he opens them, just continue your careful petting through his hair, eyes flickering up, then down and away. The twist of your lips is guilty.

You are not bleeding; you are alive and Yoongi cannot stand it. The weight of memories he didn’t live weighs on him, still memories. He breathes out a shaky breath. And double-checks his fingers are absent of blood after he rubs over your throat. Checking.

You pull at him, hands on his shoulders. “Come on-“

You pull him through the quiet halls, and into the room at the very back of the house. Noodle follows too with a jingle of his purple bell collar.

The windows here are cracked to let in the chilly spring air- pushing out the last mustyness of winder and bringing with it the smell of rain. The nesting nook is dark and cozy-tempting; but full of stuffed animals and extra nesting pillows that you scoop out of the interior and put on the floor with such care. Lining them up against the outside of the nook. All to make room for him.

Yoongi holds onto the hem of your sweater, rubbing a fist against his eye. Like a clingy child. But he has to let you go when you turn. he can feel the pout on his face and you reach up to smooth it out. You only pause for a second, briefly, “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

Yoongi shakes his head, still wordless, unable to make his mouth cooperate. You don’t say anything, you don’t do anything but pull him into the warm dark quiet of the nesting nook.

Yoongi hasn’t spent so much time with you in here, but it’s surprisingly well-ventilated, the woven fabric sides of it dark but breathable. There’s not a lot of room but you make it work. Scooting back and pulling him down and down and down.

You pull him to rest against your chest, between your legs. Your hips splayed to let him curl up and nuzzle into you- in something like a full-body hug. Yoongi is too tired and too shaky to protest. He can’t even say he doesn’t want to but you check anyway- your movements slow as you get him situated.

Your heartbeat thuds quick against his fingertips. Yoongi wants to tell you that you don’t need to be scared, you don’t need to be afraid of overstepping. But can’t make his mouth cooperate.

His arms loosely circle around your waist, and then harder to crush you against him. At this position, you have full reign to run your fingers through his hair, over his shoulders, and down and up again. He knows he smells sweaty and probably rancid. But he nuzzles into your skin at the low neckline of the sweater. He puts his ear against your heart. Thud thud thud. Slowing down and evening out. You're right here and just under him, safe, and his eyelids are so heavy.

“Is this better? Do you need to go back to sleep?” Yoongi nods and doesn’t need to say another word.

Sleep rises up frightfully quick to meet him. He's not at all convinced that he hasn't dreamed it all. Finding you, coming here, and curling up. A dream within a dream. A good one in exchange for the nightmare earlier.

But this time he doesn’t dream at all, and even if he does, it’s only the sound of your heartbeat- thud thud thud. His own heartbeat thins out, and the tenseness in his shoulders relaxes.

Yoongi wakes up because a tomato has just fallen on his face.

You’re trying to be quiet, but Hoseok understandably laughs from where he’s holding out a half-unwrapped breakfast sandwich into the nesting nook for you to take a bite. Yoongi can vaguely place the words just whispered over his head. 'You guys eat without us, I don't want to wake him' 'Okay, but have a bite first- you know they're better when they're warm' 

Your laughter shakes against his cheek, your jaw clicks as you chew, and when he picks himself up, the tomato slides down his face, syrup slow. Until it flops against your throat. You and Hobi devolve into louder giggles and Yoongi can't stop the laugh that comes from his chest too.

The ruse is up, and you're all laughing. “Oh my god Hobi you promised to be quiet,”

Hoseok's one knee depresses the side of the nesting nook as he leans. Grinning down at Yoongi. Long fingers splayed around his ribs, making Yoongi shiver. The alpha pulls at his hips, and Yoongi feels a bit like a chew toy but in the best way, to be between the two of you laughing. “Come on Yoon- we’ve got you one too-“

Yoongi lets you both puppet him into the other room. Stumbling between the two of you. Until Hobi ducks low and nuzzles, and Yoongi just resorts to watching the two of you.

The way your hand goes from holding Yoongi's to touching Hobi's palm, then back to his like a bumblebee darting between flowers. A small smile works its way onto Yoongi's face. Even more when you pinch Hobi's ass and Hobi acts appropriately scandalized. Only you could get in on his and Jungkook's near-perpetual ass-touching competition.

(Yoongi's smile grows wider without him even realizing it).

There is a spread on the dining room, three heavy brown paper bags not just of breakfast sandwiches wrapped in checkered paper but biscuits in syrupy gravy, french toast sticks with honey yellow syrup, and a whole tray of tater tots that Jin pops into his mouth with a satisfying crunch. Half of the pack is still in their pajamas; it can't be later than 11.

Namjoon and Jimin are noticeably absent from the table- at work. But Hobi, Jin, and Tae are setting up the plates. Jungkook's already showered from his morning run- his hair all locky and tangled.

Tae looks a vision in a pair of flared yoga pants and Yoongi just blinks at her thighs, not realizing he’s staring until Hobi pinches his thigh for it. You laugh too and pull out the chair next to him with a squeak while Hobi hands out sandwiches and Jungkook cuts them into perfect triangles.

Yoongi blinks down at his plate, and he’s got a quarter of everyone’s sandwich on his, easily more than he can eat but still- You trade, cutting thirds and halves to try them all. Yoongi stares at them and feels fresh wetness on his lash line. Tae notices him staring, and she’s got sesame seeds stuck in what's left of her lipstick when she smiles.

“We didn’t know what you liked- so we got you two.”

And oh, Yoongi can’t breathe. The love in his chest bullies away the oxygen. How lucky he is to have people that get him two sandwiches instead of one, how lucky he is to have a house full of laughter and warm bellies and-

Hobi gets him a cup of coffee, Jin nurses his, thick-rimmed glasses and warm cheeks chubby as he looks across the table at Yoongi like he knows. He leans across the table to tangle their hands while he flips through his phone. Leaving the beta to his overfull heart.

“Tae- your nail appointment isn’t until 1- would you like Jinnie to curl your hair for you?”

“Can we try a new style this time? Space buns?” Tae asks so so sweetly- already wearing lipgloss even though she must have barely left the house. The smile never falters, just spreads wider when he stares at the glossy pink.

Jin hums, happy, "Of course."

"I love you guys" Yoongi whines. looking at Jin because he can't look at you. Telling everyone- because he can't tell just you. And really it's the truth. Jin blinks and looks up at him. A smile spreading on his chubby cheeks.

"Aw- someone's sappy." Hobi teases. "For the record, love you too"

"for the record; He just woke up" You peck the back of Yoongi's neck and shivers erupt all over his body. you lean behind him to swat at Hobi's shoulder. "Give him a break." The sound of chairs scraping hides Yoongi's whine and his blush.

"For the record, Love you too bun,"

Tae snorts, eyebrows knitting together as Jungkook sits on her lap instead of the chair right next to him. "Weird, but I like it" she pauses, "for the record."

Yoongi rolls his eyes, "oh my god stop-"

"For the record; Hobi started it."

"You guys call me bunny and bun all the time- I should be able to use it too!" Jungkook smirks, pausing for dramatic effect. "for the record."

Yoongi groans and you giggle. "Okay I'm done," Yoongi's smiling anyway

You sit, a little clumsy, and your coffee spills a little onto the dark wood table. Jin wipes it up with a tut, eyes still on the schedule. “There’s nothing else much for today just Tae’s appointment. Anyone else want to do anything?”

“Wanna cook together tonight?” You ask, Yoongi pulls your chair over to rest against his properly, he can still pull you over with little effort but it’s getting harder each day.

It’s a good sort of hard. You have half of a sandwich on your plate a quarter of Tae’s and another small corner in your hand half gone already. Yoongi should start working out with Jungkook- so that he’s as strong as you need him to be.

You look at him, and then down at your nearly pressing thighs, “wanted you to be closer to me.” He says, and then cringes, Hobi laughs at him and hits his plate with a metal clink. You just hum and turn back to your breakfast. Yoongi can see the smile in the curve of your cheek, can see it in full when he turns your face to wipe away the sesame seeds stuck to your mouth too.

"Yeah, what do you want to make Jin?"

You talk it through. You and Yoongi and Jin- easily launching into what you'll make, what you'll bake and barter for another night of full bellies and a full house of love. and although it involves a trip to a grocery store, it's easily set into motion.

Hobi asks you if you’ll walk with him to work today, he has to go in a few minutes and it’s not that far of a walk. 10 minutes. Half a mile.

But you say you’ll go only if Yoongi does too and he’s agreeing before he even realizes it. But as far as mornings go, walking Hobi to work and getting to walk home with you isn’t the worst way things could go. Not by far. Neither is the way that you tug his jacked tighter against his throat in the doorway of the flower shop. The roses in the windowsill all yellow.

“I’m really not all that cold.”

“Still, I always want you to be warm”

"I like taking walks after breakfast," you say after another few minutes of walking. Light. Calm. The cold air encourages more pink from your cheeks. The sun streaming through the leafless branches now that the storm has pulled off.

"We can do it tomorrow if you want." Whatever you want.

Maybe you’ll even hold hands (you will, Yoongi will reach for your hand first, and you’ll walk in quiet that isn’t so quiet all turn to you pointing to someone’s porch and the flowers they’ve already put out in their pots. Bright pansies, splotches of color among the springtime drudgery, and the million shades of grey and taupe.

“Do you think we can plant flowers soon?” Yoongi will say maybe, but Hobi will bring a flat of pansies home before either of you can text and ask.

But that will be later. For now, Yoongi just looks at you next to him on the dining room table, thumb rubbing up and down your thigh, forgetting to chew as he looks at you. Forgetting to take a bite of the sandwich slowly falling apart in his hands. The cheese and the egg sliding out. Both yellow, both yummy, both needed. 

Yoongi looks at you until Tae reaches over to pinch his thigh and he jumps. The egg in his sandwich slips out, hitting his plate with a slap.

Yoongi smiles, (really, the love is spreading like wildfire, slipping in through the windows like beams of sunlight, moving easily and unabated, like light through air).

“Eat your breakfast hyung- it’s getting cold.” She chirps.

Yoongi gladly complies, hungrier than he's been in years.

(In the end, forgiveness is not something that is inevitable. Forgiveness is something that you want to give, you have to want it with that person and they have to want it too. You have to give.

Yoongi will give and give and give.)

~-~

It happens on one of those evenings:

The nesting room is silent with the sound of sleeping packmates. The long curtains piled on the floor and two sets of bunny slippers sit unattended by the nest entrance because Jungkookie’s toes get cold sometimes and you like to match. His blue and yours pink. The Christmas lights up above are dimmed to a soft moonlit glow, lighting the bodies of your sleeping pack; gentle and heaped like sweet pavlova.

The door at the top of the stairs is open. There’s nothing to keep out tonight; no darkness or bad dreams. Nothing to fight off besides the vague feeling of childlike adventure that you gladly welcome inside. Not the sound of Noodle zooming around downstairs or the creeks of the house that’s almost finished.

Almost, it’s getting there. Yoongi has been working hard.

You and Hobi turn restless tonight. The only ones truly awake. Not with unease or with nightmares- too real and long gone. It’s not the memories of people with silver hair and dishonest smiles that keep you awake. Those villains are for dragons vanquished or papers in ashes that will never rise again to taunt you with their secrets.

There is no tower that you’re trapped in, at least not physically. Even mentally too. Any mental foes or sickness left in the confines of your head can wait until a later date.

Maybe it’s because of the full moon, the pearl bubble of your soul that matches and turns and keeps you awake, restless beneath the pink light. Maybe it’s because you both napped earlier with Yoongi in the nesting pod.

You’ve been doing that a lot more frequently over the last few days, taking little moments with Yoongi; spending breakfast in bed, cooking together most nights, sitting next to him always. Even small dates. Not even fancy ones but silly little outings that make you feel younger than you are.

Trips to his old coffee shop where he met Jin. His and Hobi's old record store, and Hobi's flower shop. Sometimes you leave separately and meet there to make it feel more like a date date. And Yoongi pretends he's surprised by the color of lipstick that Tae chose and you admire the ruffle of his tousled hair (he fussed with it for a few minutes in his car).

You'd never had a chance to date properly the first time.

It makes your relationship feel newer than it is. It makes you feel like you're making an effort instead of just having fun with your mate. It makes you feel like the drips of yellow paint on your sleeve- that had gotten there during the little sip and paint that you did last Thursday.

You'd gotten so giggly on cheap wine that you had to call Namjoon to pick you both up. You’d gotten handsy in the backseat and filled the car with the scent of arousal strong enough that Namjoon’s knuckles had gone white on the steering wheel. Barely a brain cell to scrape together to concentrate on driving.

Or the next day when you’d gotten dolled up just to go to different bakeries and sample cakes, eating them in the car with the windows rolled all the way down and the heat blasting. “This ones so good, have a bite.”

The two of you might be foodies actually, you might have found a shared hobby with it- testing pastries and food. You like the little things like fancy chocolates and fancy teas. It’s going to be your thing- the sweets. You can tell.

But for now, Yoongi sleeps peacefully not far from you as you look over at Hobi, eyes open in the darkness, face upturned, chest rising and falling just a bit too quick for him to be totally asleep. The windows are open and the night air is cool. You can press as close to the others as you want and you won't get too hot. You'd taken full advantage of this hours ago, snug tight under Namjoon's arm. His soft snore a special sort of lullaby.

You haven’t felt this calm in years. It doesn't make you choke up because you've felt this way before and you're getting used to it. The springtime air smells like rain, like the ocean already although you know it sits miles and miles away.

It might be another false spring- but the pack takes what it can get.

The nest is still quiet when you turn to Hobi and find his eyes open and bright in the darkness. Namjoon’s phone on the shelf reads 5:04 am. It's early enough to go back to bed but instead, you scoot over to Hobi when you see he’s awake, gently setting yourself first over Namjoon’s chest and then sliding down his other side to get to him.

Quieting Hobi’s sleepy giggles with an equally sleepy kiss pressed unhurried to his lips. His hands come up loosely to circle your waist, tired, sleepy. Your lips stay pressed for a breath too long. And Hobi shivers at the feeling of your warm skin pressed to his cold cheek.  

It’s still dark outside, not even the faintest breath of the sunrise cresting the trees. You lie there on your stomach, looking at him and stroking a hand down his cheek in the darkness. You just watch him until he turns at you. A bright mischievousness in his eyes. A bad idea or a very good one depending on how you look at it- cresting his mind.

“You know if we leave right now, we can probably get to the beach before sunrise.”

Bad ideas are made better when chased with dreams, it’s only been a month since everything went down, and maybe two since this got normal between the two of you. The kissing, the looks, the touching. That’s different, but it's still just you and Hobi.

He's still your best friend.

The softness runs a little deeper now. He'll always understand you a little better, a little more than the others. Although you'll give them a few years to try and catch up. Hoseok's love is a little softer, like a sunrise instead of a sunset. With no bursts of color just dark blue one minute and light blue the next, baby blue to blush tones to that weird yellow green of the sunlight.

You smile into the next kiss, eyes opening wider now, and you know you won't easily go back to sleep. “Yeah? Want to go?”

His kiss already tastes like saltwater. “Yeah, come on.”

Getting out of the nest without rousing your packmates proves to be too much of a challenge. (And really you think Yoongi would have a heart attack if you tried to leave without at least telling him where you've gone. He might have forgiven you, but you know better than to poke at his wounds.)

Namjoon groans while Yoongi blinks away the darkness behind his eyes, a big hand closing around your wrists, stopping you when Hobi’s already off the bed. “Pups? Where are you-”

“Just to the beach Joonie,” Hobi ducks to press a kiss to Namjoon’s forehead the same moment you kiss Yoongi’s lips, puckering in sleep and making a soft sweet noise. Your mate smells so good- rolling waves of sweet chocolate- so good that it has you not wanting to leave at all. You linger, kissing Yoongi again when the temptation becomes too much.

He opens his eyes and grins at you. "Want company?"

“You don't have to, we’ll be careful! Promise.”

"Where you going?"

He blinks back his sleepiness but no sooner have you explained what you're doing than are Yoongi's arms going around your waist to pull you in. Sitting up too at the same time. Careful to keep his voice low to not wake the others.

“Let me come with,” Hobi is already grinning, hair sticking up in the back after he pulls a sweatshirt over his head. Namjoon shimmies to the end of the nest apparently coming too- only to knock into Seokjin because Namjoon is always sort of clumsy in the mornings and he always gets a bit tangled in the blankets you roll up to construct the edge of the nest.

Jin’s plush lips pout, eyes squinting in the darkness, “Guys? What’s-”

Then Jin trips over Jimin's legs and the alpha shoots up straight, jostling both Tae and Jungkook (folded under either arm) and everyone is awake and sharing plans.

You tug on warmer clothes because Jin fusses; fuzzy socks, and thick cable knit sweaters. Jin doesn’t bother to put his contacts in, black-rimmed glasses balancing on his nose. A thick scarf that he won’t really need teasing at his rosy cheeks.

together you guide a soft and sleepy Jk down the stairs. Scrubbing at his eyes all puppy cute while you’re morning zoomy. Barely pausing to kick off your bunny slippers. Jimin gets down to tie Tae’s laces so she doesn’t have to bend over so early in the morning.

By the time you get down to the ground floor of the house, the light is already turning the sky a lighter shade of blue. And Hoseok is pushing everyone out the door, sometimes physically, with cries of “Quick! Before we miss it!”

For once, you don’t take two cars. This time you pile all in Hobi’s red car (thankfully gotten back from the police with all but minimal scratches and a hefty fine that Namjoon had reluctantly paid). You sit on each other's laps, ducking your head whenever you see oncoming cars in case they might be cops. (You haven't learned your lesson quite yet, but there is time- you don't have to grow up quite yet).

Tae sits on Jimin’s lap. Hands wrapped around her middle, talking softly over the color of her nails (yellow with chrome, making them look almost buttery). Jungkook sits on Namjoon's lap (the alpha tucks his face into Jungkook’s hair, a little long, a little shaggy, intent on going back to sleep.) And you sit in the middle seat on Yoongi's (playing with your mate's hands, turning them over and over again in yours, until he squeezes them lacing them through.)

The pack omega gets princess treatment on account of having the longest legs. Feet Crossed daintily on the dashboard where it not for his thick slides. Hobi drives and fucks with the playlist. But he doesn't need one. Leaves it alone for once in favor of listening.

Yoongi laughs and you ask him why he is. "Don't take this the wrong way but your ass is so boney, my leg is going numb."

"See! I told you you should come with me to pilates!"

"I'm no princess-"

"No- that's me." Jin snorts from the front seat.

"Joonie that tickles."

It’s only a 15-minute drive on the windy backroads, not so unsafe. Not so necessary that you’ll think about taking two cars and separating your little bundle of love into two places. Headlights crest the hills of shrub roses and shrub oak trees, leggy and just beginning to leaf out.

How is it nearly spring already? When did winter pass? Yoongi’s arms never release your waist, he keeps you like that, close and safe until you skitter into the parking lot.

Jin leaves his red scarf in the car. It sits there in the backseat, a heap of red thread whining over and over again, giving warmth that’s no longer needed. A string of fate organized and neat.

The parking lot at the beach is empty at this time of year and at this time of day. There is no snow piled up in heaps, only remnants in the forms of shallow silver pools and puddles that you traipse through with little regard to the state of your socks. The ocean air is warm, unseasonably so. You’re a mess of tangled limbs and pajamas. Laughs and- “oh my god I have to pee-”

Yoongi loses one of his slides on the way out and Jungkook steals it from the pavement. Running off with it and leaving him to hobble on one foot, only to bring it back after a second. And you let Yoongi place his hand on your shoulder for balance while he slides his sock back into it. Worried about getting his socks wet. His hair ruffled and eyes crusty but the sun-

The sun is bright and hot against your cheeks, wind whipping picking up your hair as it crests the horizon. You run out to the edge of the ocean, your legs fighting to keep up with Jungkook who's faster than you now that he's fully awake.

Water soaks pajama hems and you tread a little too close to the shore. It's low tide and the sea is far out. Sea spoils dot the wet sand, joining the reflection of the sky up above and the stars winking out one by one as the sky lightens slow.

You’re the first one to lift your hands, to shout and run as fast as you can (which isn’t very fast at all, so it’s a good thing they give you a head start) but the others follow without much preamble. Giggling and rushing to get to the sea in time.

It’s warm- the wind coming off the sea is warm and damp and lovely. Spring is here, happiness is here- and it might never be going away again. Not if you can help it and not if you hold onto it. You have seven other people to help you hold on tight and never let go.

No matter how hard it gets- you’ll hold onto it. You promise. (Promise me okay?)

Jungkook catches up to you first in the warm sunny sand. He picks you up and twirls you round and round. Shaking you a little, the same way that Noodle might shake a toy. You giggle, high and melodic.

You only see it for a second, spinning round and round- but the rest of them Seokjin, Namjoon, Hoseok, Tae, Jimin, Yoongi- they all stop where they’re running and watch. You’re dizzy when Jungkook stops, his grin pressed to your shoulder, arms hard under your shoulders. Clinging to him still- not putting you down because you’re dizzy and he’s still lifting you up.

“Jungkook- oh my god put me down- I’m heavy Koo- ” You’re a little panicked, a little startled, but laughing all the while.

“Not really. I can still carry you.” He tosses you up and catches you- shrieking even though you don’t really leave his hands. Clinging to him, scared of the weightlessness before he sets you down where you teeter, unsteady, dizzy but still laughing.

Your hands stay around his shoulders, on your tippy toes, and he raises his eyebrow at you.

The others catch up and Jimin leans down to squeeze around your middle. Salt air tickles your forehead.“You’re like hardly a work out-“

Yoongi’s teeth worry away at his lower lip, “guys-“

Jimin shows you it’s not a big deal by heaving you up and over his shoulder. leaving you shrieking again.

“Minnie no!”

"Minnie yes"

Jungkook and Jimin take off and Hobi and Yoongi chase them down, you feel a bit like a chew toy but in the best way, in the way that makes your stomach light and crinkly from the giggles and laughter. You end up with your knees in the sand and Jungkook against your stomach. Hobi behind you, hands fighting Jungkook's. wrestling over you until none of you have anymore energy for it. All of you are covered in sand but you're laughing so hard you taste salt.

You end up sitting there, at the edge of the storm line, where the sand goes hard and crusty at your feet but light and fluffy by your hands. You watch the rest of the sunrise like that. The good part. The best part when the colors bleed across the blue horizon line all yellow and gold.

Namjoon holds out a hand for Jin to get down, a bit more dignified than your sprawling mess of pups. And the pack omega leans sideways against Yoongi’s shoulder. Complaining squeakily about the state of his knees.

You settle against the sand. The eight of you curled close to keep out the last bit of cold. Eyes burning as you watch the sunrise and can't tear your eyes away. Until the sky turns that unmatched shade of blue, the kind that is never quite replicated by nature. Not in roses or daisies or in the color of people’s eyes. Everything blue blue blue.

Your sweatshirt is one of Yoongi's, the same color. Tae’s nails are that purple-blue too as she holds Jimin’s hand in the sand. The same color as the tiny piece of sea glass that Hobi pulls from between his legs because he somehow always finds sea glass. The best at finding lost things.

His hand slides around your middle, pulling you to rest firmly against the hollow of his chest. And his other raises to show you the little fleck of sea glass. Balanced on his index finger.

"It's a lucky find," you say. Hoseok hums behind you. Agreeing. Warm.

Later, you look over at him in the bagel shop (because if you’re going to have an early morning outing then it might as well come with breakfast and coffee.) You sit together with Hobi, Waiting for your sandwiches and your lattes.

Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jin sit at one table and bicker over the merits of avocado toast. While Tae, Jimin, and Jungkook take over the other playing some game that involves flicking a quarter over each of their sides and playing footsie under the table too.

Although Namjoon and Jimin will get frustrated and tug all of the red and white metal tables together before long- No one has the mind for it yet. All of you are still sleepy and pupish and young in a way that you haven't been, haven't felt in such a long time.

Growing up can wait for a day more, growing up can always always wait.

(You haven't thought about it at all today- what Geumjae did to you. You haven’t thought about the hurts in your past at all today and you won’t, the day will pass and it won’t weigh on you, you won’t even notice. That’s the way healing goes- you hardly notice)

(Later there will be food and you won’t think about eating it at all. Hoseok will make your sandwich up just the way you like it and you won't even have to ask for it. You'll eat the same way you love, messy like children but with so much hope in it.)

At the bagel shop, You’ll reach over and wipe your thumb across his lips to get some cream cheese off and it will be the first breakfast of many you’ll spend with him. How lovely is it- to get to spend mornings with the people you love? How lovely it is to lose track of the days and hours and kisses. To not count first kisses anymore and only count more.

You and Hobi are quiet where you sit at the metal tables, it’s not an uncomfortable silence, unbroken by ego or arrogance or anything of the sort. He looks over and smiles at you.

And because he asks, “What are you thinking about?” You give him an honest answer.

“Being at the beach like that,” Your hands play with the piece of blue sea glass he got you, your pockets are full of them because you spent a few minutes once the sun was up walking until the others called you back. Hand in hand, stopping only to pick up more.

“With the sunrise and the sunlight all around us, It kinda felt like the world was giving me a really big hug, do you think that’s stupid?”

(Neither you nor Hobi is thinking about what was done to you. Not even a little bit, not even at all. I hope you never think about it either. I hope you get to have days where you don't remember. Where you forget what it was like to need to be strong. May the prey animal part of you that lingers in your body and remembers be turned soft and docile with age. May you forget what it's like to be hunted and afraid. I hope you forget him. The man who hurt you. I hope you forget what he looks like and the sound of his voice. I hope you forget it all.)

“I don’t think that’s stupid at all.”

He pulls his chair over to your side of the table and puts his chair right next to yours so that your thighs can touch. Even though it’s a public place and even though it’s probably not appropriate. He pecks your shoulder and squeezes around your waist extra tight, grinning. It’s an awkward sideways hug but he pulls you as close as he can until it forces a giggle from your stomach. His palms press flat against your stomach and his thumb rubs up and down. Slowly.  

“In case you want one more, what’s another hug after all?”

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Notes:

It's a sweet sort of irony, that this chapter is going to be posted when the people who live in the bily house are getting married <3 like what are the odds of that.

i think that this chapter is the real like- spot between the chapter chapters of bily and the epilogue! i think you can kind of feel it in the way that the chapter ends.

it's so like me to accidentally talk about tae's boobs for a few paragraphs i can't help it her tiddies are just so special to me. like 10/10, i saw a picture of dita von tess and just so you know...in my mind after tae gets a boob job- which she will- this is just me forshadowing it- thats the kinda tiddies she gets <3 cute lemon shaped ones!

the line about tae liking hyung more than oppa to use for the other members of the pack- is just kinda edgeing on an idea i've had for a while about my own gender thoughts- and thats that you can take what you like and what you don't like from each gender and make it what you want regardless of how you identify.

it's easy to forget that yoongi is also traumatized too you know? he needs so much hugs in this,

it always hits me how stylistically different i write the characters in bily- like this chapter i feel like i really got to develop yoongi's internal voice like- he's a very even cut of internal monologue, action, and sensation. different than the m/c who tends to be sensation first and then action, and jimin who is all bland sensation, and tae who has a very very strong internal monologue.

In many ways this chapter feels so like- stylistically light- like i think this entire series i've been trying to capture the feelings of found family- and you know-= this one gets alot of it right.

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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.