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Drabble List (Smut/Angst/Fluff)

“Give it back,” “Make me,”

“Were you even listening?”

“How do I look?”

“Like what you see?

“It’s the thought that counts.”

“Let me kiss you.”

“Or... we could just get naked.”

“I don’t wanna fall asleep without you.”

“It’s true, I really love you.

“Don’t hide from me, I wanna see your pretty little face.”

“Why did you do that?

“I like your ____, it’s/they’re cute.”

“Speak up, baby girl.”

“Don’t cry, please.”

“Stop, that tickles!”

“So fucking tight for me.”

“Who hurt you?”

“Dance with me”

“Careful how you look at me, you might start something,”

“Forget it.”

“Let’s cuddle.”

“No panties?”

“You can do better than me.”

“Can we keep it?”

“You’re so fun to tease.”

“I need you.”

“You’re hair is a mess.”

“Shit, you’re so wet.”

“Don’t be scared.”

“I’m hungry, Jagiya.”

Drabble List #2

“That’s how the story goes.”

“None of this is your fault.”

“I know it hurts.”

“Are you serious?”

“You’re safe now.”

“No one’s going to hurt you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“This isn’t what I wanted.”

“My head hurts.”

“I’m right here, okay?”

“Wow, you look… amazing.”

“Are you okay?”

“Who did this?”

“I made a mistake.”

“When I’m with you, I’m home.”

“There’s nothing I can do anymore.”

“This is going to hurt.”

“That was kind of hot.”

“Please don’t let me be alone.”

“Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken.”

“It’s never too late to get back up again.”

“What if one day I wake up and you don’t?”

“I immediately regret this decision.”

“I’m not okay.”

“I’m scared.”

“You’re the one thing keeping me sane right now.”

“Please stay with me.”

“Please help me.”

“It’s okay to cry.”

“Is that blood?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You’re everything to me.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Are you testing me?”

“I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”

“I’m lost without you.”

“You have my word.”

“I’m just tired.”

“It just… hurts.”

“Do you promise?”

“I’m not drunk enough for this.”

“Why are you shaking?”

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“Please don’t shut me out.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“I can take care of myself just fine.”

“This is new.”

“Take off your shirt.”

“Be you. No one else can.”

“I can’t breathe.”

“Are you going to talk to me?”

“I’m sorry.”

“They’re gone.”

“Just smile. I really need you to smile right now.”

“Would you just hold still?”

“I miss the way things used to be.”

“Am I dead?”

“Look at me.”

“Can we just pretend like we’re normal for once?”

“I told you not to fall in love with me.”

“Please shut up. Just shut up.”

“Please tell me it’s going to be okay.”

“Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything.”

“When you smile, I fall apart.”

“If I die, I’m never speaking to you again.”

“If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

“This isn’t what it looks like.”

“I just really miss talking to you.”

“I can’t do this on my own.”

“I’ve got you.”

“We’ll figure this out.”

“Please don’t say goodbye.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

“You make me feel alive.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“There is nothing wrong with you.”

“I’m just looking out for you.”

“Be careful.”

“You owe me.”

“Come with me.”

“I trust you.”

“I didn’t want you to see this.”

“I’ve been praying for you.”

“Take my jacket. It’s cold outside.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“Let me help.”

“Come here.”

“You’re holding back.”

“Remember when we were little?”

“We’re all a little stronger than we think we are.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.”

“This isn’t who I am.”

“I’m willing to wait for it.”

“Are you ready for this?”

“You can do this.”

“Your life was my life’s best part.”

“You were always gold to me.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m fine with where I am now.”

“We all want to be somebody.”

“Promise me you’ll come back.”

“I don’t know anyone else who can make me feel this way.”

“I’ve never felt stronger than when you’re with me.”

“I believe in you.”

{Credit to mymiscfandomimagines}

Hey! Can you do crisis talk with yoongi? Like, their conversation getting less and less and yoongi realized it and change. I hope you can understand, love you! Fluff angsty?

Disclaimers: The above gif was made and edited by me, kutemouse. That is why I’ve posted this under the tag #btsgif. Feel free to use this gif however you want, just please give me credit for the edit. The gif and the title of this drabble are from the mv and song, “I Need U” by BTS.

Hi kutie! I understood perfectly (I hope), thank you for your request! I love the way you put it as a “crisis talk!” 😂 Believe me, any hard conversation with Yoongi would definitely be a crisis in my book. I love writing angst for Yoongi as well, it just comes so naturally with him as I imagine him to be a brooding, hard-working somewhat-introvert who only lets loose around people he really knows and loves. Anyway, hope you like! 💜

Age Recommendation: 16+

Warnings: Angsty angst, swears, Yuqi from (G)I-DLE magically appears, Yoongi being an asshole, crying, some yelling.

Word Count: 1,550

“Because of you, I’m becoming ruined.

I don’t wanna stop, I don’t want you anymore.

I can’t do this, this sucks.

…

I’m sorry (I hate you)

I love you (I hate you)

Forgive me.”

~ “I Need U” by BTS

Translation I used can be found here.

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I Need U Girl (Yoongi Drabble~Angst, Fluff)

Yoongi stood as still as a statue, hands shoved in his pockets. If he even breathed, he was afraid you’d hear him, whip open the door, and scold him for even daring to be there. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, but he understood why it was what it was. He pushed you away, after all. It all started that fateful night when he was trying to work and you were being your usual goofy self.

“Yoongi, oh my god, look at this meme,” you giggled, placing your phone in front of his face.

Yoongi paused what he was doing for a few seconds to read it, then gave out a half-hearted laugh. “Wow, that’s… that’s funny.”

A couple minutes later, you were watching a Youtube video and you laughed out loud, the sound reverberating off the walls into his head. That was when the frustration started to well up. You knew he was working, couldn’t you be quieter?

It was when you started humming as you scrolled through your phone that he completely lost it. “Y/n!” he barked, causing you to jump. “Can you please stop?”

“Sorry,” you muttered.

But that wasn’t enough to quell the destructive flame of Yoongi’s rage. He had a bad day today. BigHit’s producers rejected his latest submission for a new album track, telling him it was too raw, too rough, and he needed to majorly clean it up before submitting it again.

And if that wasn’t enough, practice between the BTS members also went badly. It was like they were totally out of sync. After two full hours of nothing but trying and failing to learn the new choreography, Hobi threw his hands up and said there was no point. They’d just have to come back tomorrow and hope it went better.

On top of all that, Yoongi went to a cafe to pick up a coffee, thinking it would cheer him up, and some asshole bumped into him, causing his drink to spill everywhere. When he came home, you cooed over him and did your best to clean him up and make him feel better, but unfortunately, everything you did had the exact opposite effect. Yoongi felt smothered by your antics, and when he sat down to work, the apartment seemed too small for the both of you.

Long story short, life was shit, everything had gone to shit, everything was shit, and now, Yoongi was sick of your shit. “Y/n, you know I’m trying to work!” he growled.

You held up your hands. “I said I was sorry.”

“That’s not good enough! Look, you need to leave. I need some space, I need to finish this, so please, just… just leave.”

You stared at him, open-mouthed. Was he serious? You and Yoongi had been dating for a year now, and you knew there were going to be some bumps in the road when you moved in together a month ago, but you never expected this.

“Fine,” you said, getting up. “I’ll leave.” You pulled on some pants, grabbed a jacket and purse, and went out the door. Yoongi huffed and tried to get back to work, but his attention was all over the place now. After another unsuccessful hour, he gave up and started to get ready for bed.

You still hadn’t come home when he crawled under the covers, so he shot you a text.

Yoongles ❤️ (11:34pm): Hey, I’m sorry. You can come home now.

You didn’t respond, and Yoongi ended up falling asleep. The next morning, he found you asleep on the couch, still fully clothed, your body curled up around yourself the way you used to curl up against him.

Ever since that night, you slowly began to pull away from Yoongi, but the sad part was, he didn’t even realize it ‘til yesterday. He knew you were more distant than usual, but he shrugged it off as a side-effect of the fight, thinking you’d get over it. He hadn’t noticed how your laughter didn’t come as often, or how your hugs and kisses were getting more and more brief. He didn’t heed the warning signs, like how you didn’t make love anymore, or how you seemed to be spending more time with friends than with him.

Yesterday, though, he looked around and realized he hadn’t seen you in almost a week. You had texted him each night, letting him know you were sleeping over at your best friend’s house, so he knew where you were, but that didn’t comfort him any. In fact, it served to drive home just how much he fucking missed you. Missed your scent, missed your laugh, missed the way you included him in everything you did. He even missed the way your hair stuck up in every direction in the morning and how husky your voice sounded when you just woke up. He missed the way you’d stand there in nothing but one of his t-shirts, cooking breakfast as he tried not to stare. He missed everything about you, and he wanted it back no matter how badly he screwed up.

Which left him here, standing at the front door of your best friend’s house, wondering how in the hell he could make this right. Yoongi gathered his courage, raised his fist, and knocked.

He heard shrieks of laughter, one of which was unmistakable yours, when Yuqi threw open the door. “Food is–”

She stopped short when she saw Yoongi standing there instead of a delivery person. Yuqi put her hands on her hips, tossing him a ferocious glare. Uh-oh. If Yuqi was mad, it meant you had told her your boyfriend was being a jackass. “Is Y/n here?” Yoongi said, trying not to let her death-glare bother him.

“She is.”

“Can I see her?”

“That depends.”

“Yuqi,” your voice said, appearing from behind her. “I’ve got this.”

“Fine. I’ll just be down the street picking up a coffee.”

She grabbed her purse and left, pushing past Yoongi roughly. He gave her back an incredulous look before turning to you. “Hi,” he said timidly.

“Hi.”

“Can I come in?”

You nodded and stepped back to let him in. Yoongi twisted his hands around each other, trying to think of how to begin as you both settled onto Yuqi’s couch. “How have you been?” he asked.

“Fine.”

If Yoongi had asked that question at any other time, you would’ve answered with a full paragraph, gesturing and all. The way you only gave him that single syllable let him know you were hurt, and he hung his head as he realized he was the reason for that hurt.

“Are you gonna come back home today?” he mumbled.

You crossed your arms. “That depends.”

“On what?”

“On if you want me back home.”

“Of course I want you back home.”

“Do you? Did you even notice I was gone?”

“Of course I fucking noticed!”

You winced and Yoongi instantly regretted his sharp tone. “Sweetheart, please. I know I’ve been a total ass, and there’s no excuse in the world I can give for that. Despite what’s going on at work or in other areas of my life, I should always treat you with kindness and respect.”

You let out a choked sob, and Yoongi looked up to see your eyes filled with tears. “I did it for you, you know,” you croaked. “I thought you didn’t want me anymore, so I decided to put some distance in between us. I thought maybe if I did that, the break-up would be less painful.”

Yoongi’s eyes went wide as he realized just how extensive the damage he’d done was. He was afraid you’d push him away, but at this point, he didn’t care. He came and sat next to you, wrapping you in his arms which, of course, only made you cry harder. “Shhhh,” he murmured soothingly, rubbing circles on your back. “Sweetheart, please. Don’t cry. I don’t want to break up with you. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you sniffled.

You drew apart and Yoongi smiled as he looked into your beautiful, watery eyes. “I’m sorry for being such a jerk.”

You coughed out a laugh. “It’s okay. I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions.”

“Let’s get your stuff and get you home, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You spent the next few minutes texting Yuqi, letting her know you worked things out and were heading back home, and gathering your things. As you were looking for a shirt you misplaced, Yoongi suddenly grabbed you and spun you around, causing you to shriek.

He pressed his lips to yours, claiming your mouth in a way only he could. “I couldn’t wait another second,” he murmured as he drew back.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I never want you to wait to kiss me again.”

“I never will.”

He kissed you again, fervently, passionately, and you groaned as he brushed his tongue along your bottom lip. “Maybe when we get home, I can continue making this up to you,” Yoongi said breathlessly, cocking an eyebrow.

You smirked. “Maybe.”

Shortly after that, you both left, fingers intertwined the same way your souls were intertwined. Every day after that, Yoongi never failed to let you know how much he loved you and wanted you in his life.

Please make a oneshot where Jimin is trying to win you back. ❤ I mean where you two broke up because he didn't love you anymore then he started to regret it and now is trying to win you back but you aren't agreeing to it. ❤

It's Crazy Part Two

A Note from Kutemouse: Alrighty kutie, here is the fulfillment of your request. I am so sorry it took forever, I am just now getting back into the swing of things after so much crap has happened over the last year and a half. Fyi, I am taking requests again, and am writing regularly. Hope to hear from you again! <3

Rating: Suitable for Teen and Up Audiences

Genre: Angst, Lovers to Strangers, Break-Up

Warnings: Swears (definitely, this time). Lots of angst.

Word Count: 1339

Summary: The last time Jimin saw you, he realized how much he wasn’t over you. Will you take him back or leave things as they are?

Master List

<-Part One

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It’s Crazy (Jimin, Angst) Part Two

Jimin’s POV

I slumped against the wall, hands shoved in my pockets, blonde hair hanging low enough to cover my face. I’d been here for at least fifteen minutes. If I didn’t knock, someone was going to notice and demand I leave… or worse, you would come out and see I was sitting here all indecisive and pathetic. I had to make my move. Now or never.

Hesitantly, I straightened up and rapped my knuckles on your door. After a beat, you flung it open, phone caught between your shoulder and cheek, dishtowel in your hands. My heart clenched. I remember how we used to do the dishes together, each time inevitably ending in a soapy water fight that I always let you win.

Your eyes widened and the phone slipped from your shoulder to the floor. We both knelt at the same time to grab it only to sit and stare at each other, our hands touching as they hovered over your phone, apprehension forcing us to hold our breaths.

“Jimin.”

It wasn’t a question or a cry or even an exclamation. It was a statement, as if you knew I’d be here.

“Hey, Y/n.”

“What are you doing here?”

I nervously ran a hand through my hair. “I came by to…”

“To what?”

“I don’t know, to talk, I guess.”

You stood, snatching your phone from my grip. Your expression was frustratingly unreadable. I couldn’t tell if you were mad, sad, glad to see me. C’mon Y/n, give me something to work with.

“You can come in.”

I gingerly stepped over your threshold into your apartment, glancing around with mild interest. The furniture was mismatched, no doubt given to you or purchased second-hand from thrift stores. There was a tv, though, and a game console, so you still enjoyed splurging every once in a while.

You sat down on a chair, leaving me to sit on the couch. “I’m only going to ask you this once more, Jimin,” you said. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you,” I said with a soft smile, hoping it would melt your emotionless exterior.

It didn’t. “Why?”

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know. I saw you… at my concert?”

“Oh. That.”

“Yeah.” I cleared my throat, trying to get a hold of myself. I needed to play things smoothly, otherwise you’d probably go running off again.

“So, anyway, it brought back a lot of memories, and I wanted to see how you were.”

You eyed me with suspicion. “You could’ve just picked up the phone and called or texted.”

“Yeah, but that wouldn’t have reassured me. I needed to see you, Y/n.”

The implication of my words should have been clear, but you merely blinked. “Jimin, I appreciate you checking up on me… but I’m fine. My life is good. You don’t need to do this anymore. You’re not my boyfriend, remember?”

Your words stung, using truth to pierce needles into my heart. “I know,” I murmured, hanging my head. “But the way we left things… I never got a chance to explain.”

“You mean you never made time to explain.”

I furrowed my brow. “No, that’s notー”

“Just like you never made time for dates, or any of my family events, or just to simply talk to me.” Your voice rose with each syllable, causing my mouth to part open in shock. You never yelled. Hell, you never even complained during the course of your relationship with me. How much have you changed?

“And just like how you never provided me with any reassurance, any comfort, even though you knew being away from you, surrounded by fans, was so fucking hard for me!”

You were shouting at this point. I backed away from you as you advanced, your eyes filled with tears.

“And the way you never asked me one single question about me, or my work, or my life, even though I left EVERYTHING behind to move here and be with you!”

Something inside me snapped. I didn’t deserve to be treated like this, to be yelled at, to be criticized for things out of my control. “I thought you wanted to come to Seoul for University!”

You turned away, sliding a hand down your face, before facing me once more. “Are you fucking serious, Jimin? I came here for you. I stayed for YOU! I did everything FOR YOU!”

Tears streamed down your face, falling freely now, causing me to falter. Was I really the asshole you made me out to be?

“God, I get it,” I snapped. “I should’ve paid more attention to you.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, you should have. And now here you are, randomly showing up and trying to win me back again when that’s what you should’ve done all those years ago.”

“Maybe. But you knew what you were signing up for, Y/n. You knew I’d be busy as hell.”

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice thick. “I knew you’d be busy. I just didn’t realize being busy meant you had no time to love me.”

“I would have, if you’d just told me what was going on,” I muttered, turning away from you.

You shook your head, a smile appearing on your tear-streaked face despite everything. “You haven’t changed.”

“You don’t know anything about me anymore. I have changed.”

You bit your upper lip, sucking it between your teeth before releasing it as you rose from your chair. “No, you haven’t. But I have. And I deserve better.”

I also stood, scoffing. “Y/n, what do you think I’m doing here? I want you back. I want to give you better. I will give you better. I never stopped loving you.”

Confusion blossomed in your eyes. “What?”

“I never stopped loving you,” I said breathlessly, stepping closer to you. I could feel the effect my proximity had on you, could practically hear your heartbeat speed up and your breath increase in pace. I knew you wanted me back, too.

Until you turned away, that is. “That’s great, Jimin, but it’s too late. I’m with someone else now… Someone I love. Someone who treats me the way I deserve to be treated.”

Desperate, I grabbed your hand. “He can’t give you everything I can,” I said. “You don’t have to just attend concerts anymore, you can experience them. Backstage, any time you want.”

Your brow furrowed in annoyance. “And any time I have a few days off, we’ll fly to Paris,” I continued. “It’ll be just like old times when I’d visit you between work. And I can get you into any restaurant you want, without a reservation, I’ll just make some calls andー”

You held up your hand, stopping the words in my throat. “Enough,” you muttered. “Money or status is not going to sway me. It might have back then, but it won’t now. I gave you my answer. Now get out.”

“Wh-What?”

“Get. Out.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Here I was, offering you the chance of a lifetime, and you were turning me down?

You strode over to the door and yanked it open. “Leave,” you snapped, pointing.

I hesitated, not wanting to part ways. Not again.

“LEAVE!”

My feet moved of their own accord, feeling as heavy as lead as I was the one to walk out the door and exit your life this time. You slammed the door behind me, and I heard sobs coming from inside before they faded away.

That memory would always stick with me. I’d wake up hearing sounds of you crying, reaching over to comfort you only to find the sheets empty and cold. I’d hear it when I was out and about, striding down the street, or at fan meets, and eagerly glance around for you, only to be met with faces I didn’t know. You’d haunt me for years to come, your words echoing in my mind whenever I wasn’t preoccupied.

It’s crazy how relationships work. Or rather, how they don’t. And never will.

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A Note from Kutemouse: Fyi, don't yell at people like this. It's hurtful and ineffective. Learn from Y/n's and Jimin's mistakes and communicate clearly. It's a good way to love yourself <3 <3