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Book One: Earth Chapter One: Melon thief Bts X Reader

Genre: Avatar the Last Airbender! AU

Pairing: None yet

A/N- This is loosely based off of Avatar the Last Airbender. this will be my first story posted on this account so I’m sorry if its shit. (UNEDITED)

Words:  1.2k

Warnings: Slight swearing (Hella plot holes i’m sorry im a terrible writer)

i don’t know what the fuck i’m doing, but in some off chance that y’all want to read my stories, I will have a few more things posted in the next week or so... and maybe even a functional masterlist so wish me luck!

      Running and hiding. The only things you knew since the Avatar came to the swamp. Your swamp. You lived a life secluded from the rest of the world. The mass of thick vines, humid air, and green water was all you knew. You never wanted that to change; until the day he came. The Airbender named Aang. His eagerness to learn ignited something in your chest.

   Four weeks prior   

 I can't live in this godforsaken swamp for the rest of my life you thought, frustrated. Realization hit you full force. “If I don’t leave now, I'll never get the chance to”. The words left your mouth, barely a whisper.  The rest of the day, you fought an internal battle with yourself. You didn’t know what was out there, what other benders would be like. Hell, you barely knew how to read. At that moment, it donned upon you. I know nothing about the outside world.

All you could hear was the faint snores of the people around you and your ever fastening heartbeat. Bare feet slapped against the moist soil as you ran away from the only family you have.

Your head turned to look back at the fading fire behind you. “It might be a while before I see any of you again” you paused, hot tears welling up in your eyes “I love you”.

Present

    One arm swung at your side, the other holding a large melon. A thick layer of sweat manifested itself on your face. Somehow, you had made it to Gaoling without dying. On the way, you had managed to find some normal clothes, instead of the thin cloth, leaves, and bark that you had before. It was a simple outfit, a black high neck tunic top, with buttons down the middle and a pair of baggy pants. The shoes you stole found slapped against the stone of the streets as you ran away from the market.

    Why were you running? Food was scarce, and at the swamp, there was no currency system. Stealing wasn’t the only option, but it was sure as hell the easiest.

    “Stop!” The shrill voice of someone yelling out behind you. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”  You continued running but turned your head to see a very pissed off boy. Shit.  He wasn’t very tall but was gaining quickly. Your head whipped back around, just in time to see a cabbage cart. Perfect, you thought. You grabbed the side of the cabbage cart and whipped it at the boy as hard as you could. It crashed near him, only slowing him by a few mere milliseconds.

   You looked ahead, the treeline could be seen in the distance, and just a couple hundred more meters, and you were a free man.

    A large stone jutted out of the ground. It flew through the air, aimed at you. Your eyes widened at the sudden force, but it was too late. You hit the ground with a crack, as the melon rolled out of sight. Resting your throbbing head in your hands, you peered up to see the boy in question running up to you.

    Before you could move, rock surrounded your body. The boy went to pick up the stolen melon and then squatted in front of you.

“Just what did you think you were trying to pull back there?” he spat at you. You glared at him, unfazed. “I don’t know what it looked like to you, but to me, it looked like I was getting some food. Only to be interrupted by your rude ass.”

    He looked at you in disbelief. “Oh, I’m the rude ass? I’m not the one stealing from other people’s shops!”

    You knew you were in the wrong, but you weren’t in the mood to be told what to do by some earth bender you had never met. “ Yeah, you know what? You are a rude ass! Maybe you wouldn’t be if you let the starving girl get away with one melon!” You huffed out as forcefully as possible. Spittle flew as you finished your sentence. The boy opened his mouth, about to spit harsh words back at you when someone called out.

    “Jimin.” You looked away from the man in front of you to look at where the voice was coming from. A taller man was walking towards the two of you. “That's enough”.

    “But Jin, for all we know she could be Fire Nation scum...” He was cut off. Jin glared at Jimin. “Let. Her. Go. If she was Fire Nation, do you really think she would be stealing melons? And watch your mouth, there's still a war going on, and you don't know who could be listening.”

        The guy you could only assume to be Jimin looked away from the taller man in defeat. With a flick of his hand the rock that had once surrounded your body was gone. You flew to your feet and started to walk back to your original destination.

    “Wait!” Jin called out. You turned around to see him running over to you. “You said you were starving, let me make you dinner”. You smiled while Jimin’s mouth dropped.

“Sounds great”

    The three of you walked together sharing no conversation, just comfortable silence. Every once in awhile, you saw one of them glance at you from the corner of their eyes. Probably just making sure I’m not dangerous, you thought.

    The sun had started to set by the time you reached where Jin lived. It was a simple two room house, common in the Earth Kingdom. It was nice and clean, but it was homey at the same time. I’ve never lived anywhere near this nice, you sighed.

    “Sorry it’s not much, but it’s home” By the way he said home, you could tell he wasn't from here. Jin looked sadly to the ground, leaving you open mouthed. “No!” you squeaked out. The two boys looked at you, questioning looks in their eyes. “I mean, don’t apologize. This place is better than anywhere I've ever lived” you paused, “and I’m grateful for your kindness”. You thought back to all the places you’ve lived, the nicest of the lot being a cave filled with guano. You shuddered, trying to block out the memory.

    The three of you sat around the small table in the center of the room. Whatever Jin had placed in front of you smelled really good.“Wow” you said through spoonfuls, “This is really fucking good”. Jin laughed at your bluntness and muttered a thank you before continuing to eat.

    After the three of you had finished the meal, you stood up, bowed and quickly made your way to the door.

    “Wait!” you turned to see Jimin talking to you. “We don’t even know your name… The least you could do would be to tell us.”  Jin nodded in agreement and said, “Also it’s pretty late, you can stay here for the night”.

You sat back down at the table with them. “I’m (Y/n). It’s nice to meet you”.

Broken Spirit  Namjoon Imagine

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Word count: 2.9k

Genre: slight angst, soulmates! au Idol! Namjoon

Description: Everyone is born with their soulmates same on their arm. What happens when the name of one the members from  the biggest kpop group in the country is imprinted on your arm.

a.n: UNEDITED BEWARE

 Everyone in the world is born with their soulmate's name imprinted somewhere on their body. It was a fucked up system that somehow came into play about 200 years ago. At first it wasn't taken seriously, as there was no way to ensure that the name that was imprinted on you even belonged to a real person. Now? People are obsessive. The rich spend thousands of dollars on detectives and hackers to try and find the one. They acted like they could only ever love their destined soulmates, like the rest of the people in the world didn't matter. That any feelings could be cast aside because one day, you would find the the person whose name was engraved into you. It gave people a sense of hope, of purpose, that things were going to get better once they found their destined love.  People believed that finding their soulmate would solve all of their problems. But not you.

     You saw it for what it really was, fucked up. It played with people's hearts and minds. When you were younger, you couldn't help but wonder, who the name on your arm belonged to, but things changed. In high school you accumulated a crush on one of the upperclassmen; Jae Park. He was gorgeous, and sweet, and talented. Everything you could ever ask for. When you confessed, he looked at you in disbelief. What he said to you stuck in your mind forever. “Do you really think I would ever go for someone like you? You don’t even care about your own soul mate.” He scoffed and walked away from you. Yes, you knew it could have been worse, but it still hurt. Last you heard of him, he had moved to Korea, and then you knew he was really gone.

       Although you would never admit it, you memorized the name on your arm and thought about him constantly. Not necessarily good thoughts, but thoughts none the less. “Y/n?” you snapped out of your day dream to look up at your boss. “You can go home now, the cafe closed 15 minutes ago”.

You smiled at the older woman, before heading to the back room. You moved slowly as you put your apron and hat in the small locker the esablishment provided. You sighed as you caught a glimpse of the name on your arm. I need to forget about him.

     The walk back to your small apartment was quiet, but you didn't mind. It gave you time to think. The first thing you did when you got home was plop down on the couch. Your phone buzzed reminding you to eat and log in your meal. It's 6:00, you thought.

      Your hand grasped the remote, and you turned on the television. You mindlessly flipped through channels as you looked for something to watch. “Leader of BTS Rap Monster, also known as Kim Namjoon”. The words coming from the TV caught your attention. That name. You looked down at your arm, watching as his name changed from black ink, to gold. A sign that you have finally laid eyes on your soulmate.

     “No, it can’t be him” you whispered to no one.  A close up of his face popped up on screen. He was gorgeous. You gulped down the saliva you didn't realize had collected in your mouth. His face was well defined, but soft. When he smiled, the first thing you noticed was his dimples. It was adorable. You scanned his face, but when it disappeared from the screen you closed your eyes and tried to remember every feature of him.The right side of his face was more full than its counterpart, but you couldn't help but find it absolutely endearing.  It made you feel better, seeing that he wasn't absolutely perfect made you believe that you might actually have a chance with him.

      You pulled out your laptop and looked him up, desperate to know more. He was born September 12, 1994. Hey you thought He’s not that much older than me. He was born in Goyang, a satellite city in Seoul. You scoffed, how ironic, I managed to land a soulmate born in a city named Seoul.

 Realization hit you like a brick, and you groaned. He’s famous. He’s got girls from all corners of the world after him. I have no chance.  You let out the breath you hadn't realized you were holding. I need to forget about him, all he knows is my name, he doesn't know I exist.

 One Month Later

     Namjoon sat with the rest of the boys in an interview. Since the BBMA’s, their popularity has only grown. Despite all the beautiful armies he had met, he couldn't help wonder if you were a fan. 

     Namjoon was happy to be back in Korea, he didn’t have to worry about translating for the boys, and it meant that he had to answer less questions. The questions being directed at them flew in one ear, and out the other. Namjoon didn't realize a question was being directed at him until Jimin poked his arm. “Hyung, you good?” Namjoon smiled at the young boy in reassurance before speaking. “Sorry, what was that?” he smiled sheepishly. The interviewer waved away his apology as if it was no problem. “What I was going to ask was, are you ever going to reveal to us who your soulmate it”.

    None of the other boys had given up that vital information yet, so why ask me he thought. “Well, eventually I will. My heart belongs to armies right now. I’m not going to reveal her name to the world yet, because quite frankly, I don't even know who she is yet.” He paused, “We have yet to meet. Also, I know there are some very well uh… devoted fans out there, and I don’t want my soulmate to get hurt. If she is such an important part of my life, I don't want something to happen to her before our lives inter cross”. The interviewer seemed content with Namjoon’s answer as they nodded, before turning to the other boys.

 Come on (Y/n), where are you? I need you in my life.

  Two months later

      You walked off the loading ramp. You had finally arrived in Korea, Gangnam to be precise. Thank god that long ass flight is finally over, you thought smiling all the while. No you weren't there to look for Namjoon, but instead for your best friends wedding. You finally got through customs and waited outside for the taxi your friend sent to pick you up. God dammit Lily, you couldn't have picked a worse fucking time to get married. It was August, and that was the hottest it would get this summer. You quietly thanked whatever higher being that was listening, that you had worn shorts and a tank top. Even then you were starting to feel the effects of the heat.The cool early morning air wasn't enough to cool you off.  The taxi isn't going to be here for another 45 minutes, why not go back inside. You made your way back through the glass doors, luggage in tow.

     You started towards the baggage area, when what sounded like hundreds of teenage girls assulted your eardrums . You glanced up from your phone to see that it was hundreds of teenage girls. “What the fuck”, you uttered as you were shoved to the ground by one of the girls. You stood up brushing yourself off before turning to the girls. They had formed a crowd around one of the doors. Place markers kept the girls from going to close. What are they looking at you questioned yourself.

You found yourself being pushed towards the place markers as another rush of girls came. Fuck, I’ve got to get out of here. And who the fuck is here at 2:00 am, anyway. The fuck?  You ducked and weaved through the ever growing mass of hormonal teenagers, walking away, parallel to the door they all seemed so infatuated with.  The place markers continued on for a while, as the girls thinned out. They all must want to be close to the door, so they get a good look at whomever comes out. Might as well see who comes out, I've got time to waste. You waited near one of the glass doors, and easy escape if things got out of hand. It was already pandemonium, it can't get any worse right?

    After what felt like forever it was only 5 minutes the doors opened. You wouldn't have noticed if not for the screams of the girls getting 200% louder. You watched as a bunch of boys exited the double doors. You scanned the seven boys, all of which had masks over their faces, and hats pulled low over their eyes. They looked, dare I say familiar?

      Your body had a reaction before your mind had caught up. The letters you were so used to on your arm started to burn and sizzle. You looked down at your arm, only to see that it was glowing, bright. Luckily only a few girls noticed before your hand slapped over the ink, trying to hide it. Little did you know, one of the boys also felt the burning sensation in his arm.

      Namjoon walked though the blue double doors, Hoseok in front of him, and Yoongi behind. Namjoon had only taken a few steps before a searing pain shot up his arm. He pulled his sleeve up so fast and with so much ferocity, he was surprised it didn't rip. He looked down at his arm to see the text he was so fond of, glowing a brilliant blue. He stopped walking. His hand rubbing the letters on his arm. It read (Y/n) (L/n), a name Namjoon had memorized years ago. He didn't realize he had stopped, until a fan crossed the marker and grabbed at his arm forcefully. The girl shrieked, somehow catching everyone's attention. Before Namjoon could rip his arm away she screamed “THE NAME ON NAMJOON OPPA’S ARM IS GLOWING. THAT MEANS HIS SOULMATE IS HERE!”. Namjoon looked at her horrified, quickly ripping his arm away as security pulled the flailing girl away. Everyone’s eyes were on Namjoon. The fans started to get riled up. All of them screaming questions. Namjoon felt hands on his shoulders, he was ready to pull away, but it was just Yoongi and Jin. “Namjoon, I think we should get out of here before things get worse” Yoongi whispered in Namjoon’s ear. Jin must have read Namjoon’s facial expression because he added “Don’t worry, she will be fine. I promise”. Namjoon nodded as he let the two older boys pull him away.

    You watched as Namjoon was  pulled forward by a tall boy with brown hair, and a skinny boy with black hair. This was your chance, a chance you wouldn’t ever get again. But you couldn't move. You were frozen in the spot, the only things moving were your eyes following the tallest boy being pulled away by his elders.

     Then, a miracle. Namjoon’s eyes met yours. The pain in both of your arms stopped as you made eye contact. His eyes widened, every fiber in his being telling him to run towards you, for he had finally found you. But he couldn't. The fans would know, and he couldn't risk you getting hurt. He had been looking to long, and he pulled his eyes away from you.

   You couldn't help but feel upset. You were now in the back of a taxi, wallowing in self pity. He looked away was all you could think. Why did he look away. Hot tears threatened to spill, but you knew better. This was bound to happen, he's a celebrity. I’m no one.

  One Week Later                 

     It was the big day. Lily was getting married today. You couldn't help but feel sad, that you would never get this special day like she’s getting. Lily walked into the room. You swallowed your pride, and your jealousy.

 “Lil” you smiled at the bride “You look so beautiful”. She beamed at you. Never once in your nine years of friendship have you seen her this confident. “You don't look to bad yourself, miss Maid of Honor”. She put extra emphasis on the last three words, and you couldn't help but giggle. “Come on Lil, it's time to go”. She sighed before linking arms with you. You would be walking her down the aisle, seeing that her own father had passed away. You walked her up to the podium, and then took your seat in the front row. As shy as Lily is, she didn't want anyone to steal the spotlight on her special day, so she had all the bridesmaids, and the grooms men sit in the front rows.

    The whole ceremony was spoken in Korean, but you didn’t mind that much. Lily had been making you take language classes with her since she started dating Sejin two years ago. Some things that were said weren't clear to you, but all the other bridesmaids had no clue what was going on, so you didn't feel that bad.

    The after party was the best part. The wedding was inside, to shield all the viewers from the heat of the unforgiving sun. After the ceremony, there was a change in venue. It was hosted at some fancy country club, facing the ocean. 

     The food was inside, but most of the congregating was happening outside. Large groups of people gathered on the balcony, or at the beach, which was only about 100 meters away. Your best friend newlywed, was pulling you around like a dog on a leash. She introduced you to countless people, giving them your life story each time. You needed a break, and possibly a drink. “Lil, I’m going to go inside and grab some food.” She just looked at you and smiled giddily. Her face was flushed, letting you know she had already downed a few drinks during the night. You kissed her forehead, and left her to her own devices.

   You marveled at the arrangement of foods. Lily had cut no expense for this party. Her mother was loaded, so she could get away with it. The marking on your arm started to buzz, it wasn't unpleasant like last time, but soothing. Almost like letting you know that your soulmate was there for you, you thought. Wait, scratch that. That feeling means he’s here. Namjoon is here.

    Your heart rate started to pick up as your eyes flew over the crowds of attendees. You started to move backwards, heels clacking as you backed away from the mass of people. You took one more step before you flew off balance, and your arm started to buzz with more intensity than ever before. You looked up and away from your arm to a beautiful man standing in front of you. “Namjoon” the word escaped your lips, barely a whisper. He smiled the most beautiful smile, dimples and all, before offering you a hand. “So I guess we’re soulmates” he said, cheeks tinged pink. “Yeah, I guess we are”

    You and Namjoon hit it off. Both of you happier than words could express that you had found each other. “I mean, you’re famous… I didn't think I ever had a chance!” you exclaimed, still dumbfounded as to how this ended up. He grinned at you “ I’m so happy my soulmate is you, I would wait a hundred more lifetimes, if it meant ending up with you” he said, a giddy smile graced his features. You playfully hit his chest as you laughed at his cheesiness. “But wait, why are you here” you questioned looking up at him. His smile faltered “What do you mean?” he inquired. “I mean like at the wedding” you paused before speaking again “Are you friends with Lily?”. He smiled, relieved by your answer. “You do realize that Sejin is BTS’s manager right?” he said with a laugh. You face palmed “Ugh I’m such an idiot”. Namjoon smiled at your cuteness, “It’s okay, I wasn’t expecting you to be here either”.

    The two of you sat on the beach, not caring if you got sandy. You sat in comfortable silence, just enjoying each others company. “You know… I didn’t believe in the whole ‘soulmates’ thing, until I saw you for the first time”. You did air quotes when you said the word “soulmates”. “But, now that I think about it, i’m really happy that the soulmates thing exists, because I don't know if i would have found someone as amazing as you.” He blushed, turning away hoping you couldn't see it. “I’m glad you feel that way” he started “Because I personally wouldn’t have it any other way.”

      You turned towards each other, he slowly reached his hand up to your face. Brushing It softly with his fingers. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, looking you in the eyes. You nodded leaning in slightly. Your lips collided, not hard, but soft. Like a first kiss, except the both of you had a lot more experience. The marks on both of your arms started to glow pink. You pulled away to look at your arm. A tiny heart on either side of Namjoon’s name was now in your skin. He looked at his arm, and three tiny hearts surrounded your name. You looked away from your arms and smiled at each other. The rest is history.

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Meant to be Yours  (TAEHYUNG X READER)

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Word count: 3.8k

Genre: Highschool!au

Warning: actual shit post. Musical singing shit, Heather's references, LOTS of swearing, mentions domestic abuse and self harm.

Description: What was meant to be a peaceful night of singing to yourself, quickly turned to an emotional shit fest

     You were alone. The only sound to be heard was the clacking of your shoes on the hard tile. It was long after hours, and no one was at the school. Even the creepy janitor had left at this point. Even though high school was shit, you couldn't help but feel safe in the empty hallway.Your home life wasn't very good. 

      Over the years a great divide grew between you and your parents, especially your dad. He had never done anything huge to really throw you off, but little things happened that bothered you. When you were two, he dropped you face first onto concrete. When you were seven he bound you with duct tape and left you out in the sun for an hour. When you were eleven, he screamed at you and called you a bitch. But it could have been worse.  

     School was safer than home, and being in such a giant place alone gave you a sense of peace. The hallways seemed to go on forever as you walked towards the auditorium. When everyone was gone you would lie on the stage floor and just sing as loud as you could. Those nights often ended with you curled up in a ball, trying not to fall apart. 

     Mental illness had been something you've struggled with all your life, but it really got noticeable in 7th grade. You had just moved to a new middle school. The change was hard, and the people at your new school weren't the nicest.There was only one girl that cared about your well being, your old best friend Nana. She introduced you to the world of musicals. Of course you had listened to music before, but she got you hooked, obsessed with it. It was your savior. 

     You walked down the familiar hallway, humming the tune to whatever song was playing through your earbuds. Your fingers moved with each note of the song. The auditorium doors came into view as you progressed down the hallway. 

     The clacking stopped, and you halted in front of the doors. You held your hand just over the handle, a tingle shot through your arm, as excitement collected in your chest. You placed your hand on the cool metal handle ready to pull open the door, when you heard something. A voice, it was singing?  What the hell? No one else is ever here.  You placed your ear against the door,eager to see what was being sang. “You chucked me out like I was trash, for that you should be dead. But, but but” a male voice echoed through the auditorium, making the whole experience more ethereal.  Wait, you recognized the song. It was from one of your favorite musicals. How didn't I recognize it sooner? You questioned yourself. Slowly, you pulled open the door, peeking through to see whom the voice belonged to.

      Your eyes landed on a boy. He stood on the stage pacing back and forth as he sang. You slid through the door, and sat in the back row of seats, praying he wouldn't notice you. He was mesmerizing, his light blond hair was vibrant despite the dark lighting, and when he closed his eyes to hit the high notes, it like you had taken a step into visual heaven.  I need to get closer, who is this? You snuck up a few rows, his voice getting louder every step you took. He continued singing, while you went completely unnoticed. 

     You finally got a good look at his face, and he was gorgeous. He had striking features, with a jawline that could kill. You recognized him, Kim Taehyung. He was a Junior at your school. He was also part of a small all boys choir group. Although he wasn't the leader, he often lead his team to victory at singing competitions.  Almost every girl in the school wanted to see him sing, and here you were with a private show. Holy shit am I lucky. 

     You hadn’t realized how much you had zoned out, when he began on the last few lines of the song. “Please don't leave me alone” a tear fell, almost going unnoticed, but you saw it. “You were all I could trust” he fell to his knees, “I can't do this alone.” he stood back up “Still I will if I must!” 

    There were a few moments of silence, you wanted to stay in the shadows, but you couldn't help yourself. “I wanted someone strong who could protect me”. The lyrics spilled out of your lips eloquently. Taehyung snapped his head in your direction. You could see the confusion on his face but you continued. “I let his anger fester and infect me. His solution is a lie, no one here deserves to die, except for me and the monster I've created. Yeah, yeah!” You paused, glancing up at him. He had a giant grin on his face, his eyes turned into little crescent moons. You felt fire engulf your face as you continued . “Heads up JD I’m a dead girl walking. Can't hide from me I'm a dead girl walking. And there's your final bell, it's one more dance and then farewell, cheek to cheek in hell with a dead girl walking!”

      Taehyung was pleasantly surprised by your high note, for you had hit it perfectly. He found the way you scrunched up your face and closed your eyes as you sang endearing. You looked at him in anticipation, before he started to yell “Come on Westerburg, here we go here we go now!” Your eyes widened, despite his high notes, his voice was pretty deep. 

     You grinned at him, and hopped up on stage as he continued the scene. “ Veronica! Jason Dean told me you'd just committed suicide!” He exclaimed at you, waving his hands in the air in an attempt to portray the frazzled teacher. “Yeah.” you started, “Well he’s wrong about a lot of things” You smiled as the lines fell out of your mouth. “I threw together a lovely tribute, especially given the short notice”. Taehyung was an amazing actor. He hit every tone right, even though you were only speaking. 

     “Ms. Fleming, what's under the gym?” you questioned, “the boiler room” he replied while trying to hide a smile, failing miserably. “That's it” you said, turning around to walk away. Taehyung grabbed your hand and spun you around “Veronica, what’s going on” his tone meant to be serious, but he was borderline laughing. You pushed his hands away, and dramatically spun around “Got no time to talk i'm a dead girl walking!” You flipped your hair in a sassy manner, and skipped away from him. 

     The two of you started to jump around the stage while you sang the chorus. Taehyung started doing high kicks, while you attempted a cartwheel. “Hey yo Westerberg! Hey yo Westerberg! Tell me what's that sound? Here comes Westerberg Comin' to put you in the ground! Go go Westerberg! Give a great big yell! Westerberg will knock you out and send you straight to hell!” 

     You ran to the side stage and picked up a croquet mallet, then tossed Taehyung a prop gun.The two of you walked to opposite sides of the stage, backs facing each other. 

     You turned around to face (JD) Taehyung. “Step away from the bomb.”you forcefully said, while taking steps closer to him.  Taehyung laughed, “This little thing?” He turned around to face you. All traces of his previous giddiness gone. Damn Taehyung is a good actor. “I'd hardly call this a bomb. This is just to trigger the packs of thermals upstairs in the gym.”

      He paused for dramatic effect, before stepping closer to you. “Those are bombs. People are going to see the ashes of Westerberg high school and think there's a school that self-destructed not because society didn't care,  But because that school was society. The only place Heather's and Martha's can truly get along is in Heaven!”. He swung his head and faced away from you.   

     Taehyung turned to you, and you were met with the barrel of his gun. Your acting was perhaps to good, because you noticed tears dripping down your own face, and Taehyung’s eyes were turning glassy. Ignoring the gun in your face, you gripped his collar and pulled him a little closer.“ I  wish your mom had been a little stronger. I wish she stayed around a little longer.” Full blown tears were now running down Taehyung’s face, neither of you just acting. 

     Somewhere within those few short minutes, the lyrics hit home for both of you. You removed your hands from his collar, and instead placed them gently on his cheeks. “ I wish your dad were good! I wish grown-ups understood! I wish we met before they convinced you life is war!I wish you'd come with me—”, “I wish I had more TNT!” Taehyung exclaimed, pulling himself from your grip. The action made your chest tighten up. We were just singing, I didn't mean for it to end like this. 

     Neither of you sang the final verse. You zoned out, recalling all that had happened in the past 10 minutes. The clatter of hard plastic on the floor rang throughout the room. The sudden cacophony pulled you from your trance. You looked up to see Taehyung still facing away from you, the only thing different was the prop gun now lying on the floor. You wanted to say something, to apologize, but you couldn't. Before you realized what was happening your arms were wrapped around his waist, and you were pressing your face into his back. 

      “You make a pretty good Veronica”, he said sadly, turning to look at you. You blushed taken back by the comment. You hadn't realized just how close the two of you were until just now. “I would say you make a great JD, but I don't really want to see you end up dead”. He let out a shaky laugh, but it was genuine. 

     The backs of his hands met his eyes, as he wiped away the salty tears that had just graced his features. “I’m sorry we had to meet this way. I’m Kim Taehyung by the way, It’s nice to meet you.” He stuck his hand out for you to shake. “It’s nice to meet you too Kim Taehyung, I’m (Y/n) (L/n)”. You let go of his hand, before wiping away the streaks that were drying on your face.

    “So (Y/n), why are you here after school, watching me sing”. He said, laying back on the wooden stage. “I could ask you the same thing. I’ve been coming here every night since the beginning of the semester.” you stopped, looking up at him for an answer. “I love my parents,  but each day’s another fight. If I stopped smoking pot then everything might be alright”  he admitted, before looking at the floor in defeat. He could feel another round of tears coming on when something stopped him. You were laughing? “You’re quoting Dear Evan Hansen right?” you blurted, before letting out a few awkward giggles, realizing he wasn't laughing with you. “Oh shit i’m sorry, it's just you basically quoted one of my favorite songs..” you paused. You wrung your hands, and rubbed at your knuckles. A nervous habit you had formed over the years. You felt tears sting at the back of your eyes, an indicator that they were about to fall.“Taehyung I’m so-” you were cut off by one of his arms wrapping around your waist, the other pushing your head into his chest.       

     The tears that had started to form in your eyes dried up, as Taehyung was just letting his fall. You could feel a tear drop onto your collar bone before he started shaking. The poor boy was falling apart around you. You moved your arms from underneath his and wrapped them around his neck. Who hurt you was all you could think, who hurt this boy so bad that he is now falling apart in my arms. Me, a stranger, someone he just met. What happened so that only a song could get him so upset.     

     The two of you stayed in each other’s arms for what felt like forever. You could feel and hear how fast Taehyung’s heart was beating. Slowly the quiet sobs that had been escaping his trembling lips came to a stop. He pulled away. You frowned at the lack of contact. “Taehyung-” you took in a deep breath. Your mind was racing a million miles a minute and you didn't know what to do. Comforting people wasn't exactly your forte.     

      “Please can you tell me what’s wrong” you put your hand on his shoulder. You glanced up at his face. It was still puffy from his crying. Taehyung took a deep breath before speaking.   

      “I’m just having a really hard time right now…” he paused, as if he were going to say something else, but it never came. “Taehyung, I know that’s not the whole story. Please, I know i'm not the most ideal person to be talking to, but I think telling someone could be beneficial”. You croaked out. You pulled your arm away and crossed them. Taehyung sighed, he knew you weren't going to let this go.     

      Taehyung reached for the edge of his sweater, simultaneously pulling of the black hoodie and the grey undershirt. You stood there unfazed, although pleasantly surprised with his statuesque figure. Taehyung expected for you to be a blushing stuttering mess, but you just stood there .      

     You let your eyes rake over his figure, but something stopped you. Your eyes focused on a pattern of deep bruises, and crusted over lacerations. All of them seemed fairly recent, but you didn't see any scars so this had to be a new occurrence. You stepped forward, and held out your hand. Your fingertips ghosted over one of the bruises on his ribs, but pulled back when Taehyung flinched. “Who did this”, those three words came out harsher than you intended, but they came out nonetheless.  

     Taehyung sighed and raked his fingers through his honey golden hair. “It’s my dad…” he stopped and collected himself “He get’s drunk a lot, and there's nothing I can really do”. You looked at him with sympathy. “It used to just be verbal, but he’s started to get physical. I saw him about to slap my younger sister so i pushed him. Since then I've kinda been his punching bag” He took a deep breath in, and prepared himself for the words you were about to spill.  “There has to be someone you can tell right? I mean, at least alert child services!” you voiced out to him. Taehyung looked at you, sadness filled his eyes. “You are actually the first person I’ve ever told. I don't really have anyone else to tell. My mom passed away a while back, and my dad is our only source of income. If he was taken away, then I would have no source of income. I have a younger sister, he’s in your grade actually… I couldn't risk having her teenage years being squandered by foster cares, or orphanages.”     

      Some time in the allotment that Taehyung was speaking, your jaw had dropped. You couldn't believe it. “Taehyung, I understand the want and need to protect your younger sister, but this… this isn't healthy!” you ranted. A warm feeling started to bubble up in your stomach. It wasn't love, or excitement, but fear and anger. Your fingertips ran through your hair before tugging on it harshly. You knew all too well what it was like to live in an abusive household. “Taehyung, I can’t let you do this to yourself. Even if you hate me, I have to tell someone!” you barked out at him. Your hands retreated from your hair before curling up into fists. You dug your fingernails hard into the soft flesh of your palm. You felt a trickle of blood run down your hand, a sign that your fingernails had broken the skin.         

     Taehyung felt anxiety bloom in his chest. That anxiety quickly turned to anger. “Yeah, well what about you! You always wear long sleeves despite the weather, and never once have you worn something longer than pants!” He hissed at you, he had already put his hoodie back on and was advancing towards you.      

     “Who are you to judge my fashion choices” you quipped back at him. But you knew he was right. Your fashion choices were chosen solely around the ugly scars that graced your skin. You backed away from him.You wanted your face to demonstrate anger, but all it could muster was fear. Taehyung didn't seem to notice, because he kept stepping towards you.     

     “I bet, you have just as many bruises as I do, if not more! I bet your parents don’t even love you, you are just a burden and a waste of money!” he gestured his arms angrily in the air. You took a deep breath, and took a step towards the seething boy. “No, I don’t. My parents are dysfunctional, but they love me. Why are you getting so defensive I just want to help you!” the words slipped from your mouth harshly, but there was no falter, as if you hadn't been a stuttering mess just moments before. He scoffed and turned away from you, obviously still seething.      

      You sighed, before pulling at the hem of your shirt. You lifted it above your head and tossed it to the floor. “Taehyung” you said angrily. He turned around to look at you. His eyes met yours before drifting downwards. His eyes widened and jaw dropped. He couldn't stop looking at your ribs and stomach. Two large hypertrophic scars curved up your stomach, ending right at your sternum. He looked away from the larger scars to a few white scars that ran horizontally against your ribs. They were obviously self inflicted. 

     Taehyung’s eyes moved away from your rib cage, to your arms. Deep pinks scars ran up your arms. They were erratic, and unorganized. They obviously weren't placed there purposely. He couldn't say anything, he just stared.  You started to move towards where you had tossed your shirt, before sliding it back on.

      “Are you fucking happy now? Are you happy to know, that if I did one thing wrong I would be whipped with a belt, or with a power cord? Is it satisfying for you to know that I will never again feel normal or beautiful because I was in a fatal car crash that left me disfigured and ugly?” you snapped at the boy in front of you. He just looked at you, the anger he had previously felt, quickly simmering into guilt.

      You turned around and rushed out of the auditorium. The night had turned sour fast. What was supposed to be a peaceful night away from hell, had turned into a stressful, anxiety provoking shit fest.

      “(Y/n)!” you heard a voice call from the auditorium. “(Y/n), wait! I’m sorry! What I said was stupid, just please come back!” despite the pleas from behind you, you kept moving.  

     Taehyung watched as you turned a corner down the hallway. “(Y/n), please come back. I'm sorry” this time the words left his mouth barely a whisper. 

     Taehyung arrived at school the next day hoping he would see you in the hallway. He had to find you. He needed to apologize, or do whatever necessary to win your acceptance.  One of Taehyung’s friends walked down the hallway, the same hallway you had left him in last night. 

     “Taehyung, what's up!” a voice called out from behind him. He turned to see one his friend running towards him. “Oh, hey Jimin hyung” Taehyung tried to procure a smile that wouldn't allude to that anything was wrong. Lucky Jimin was oblivious to the pain his friend was feeling. 

     “Yo man, we missed you at Jin’s house last night… You never miss movie night”. Taehyung just shrugged and dealt out a half assed excuse that Jimin seemed to buy. 

     Taehyung progressed through the day but he didn't see you once. Neither of you had classes together, but he at least usually saw you in the hallway. Before he knew it, the final bell was ringing signaling him it was time to leave. Just as he was walking out he saw the second best person he could hope to see.

     You laid curled up in a ball under the covers. You haven't moved from this position since the night before. Earlier that morning your parents came up to get you to go to school. They screamed at you, telling you that if you didn't get up you were a failure and a disgrace, but you didn't budge.  

     Hours past before buzzing erupted throughout the room. You stuck out your hand and felt around for the small rectangle device, before grasping onto it. You brought it in front of your face to see who was calling. It was a number you didn't recognize, but you answered it nevertheless. 

     “Hello?” you croaked out, your voice faltering from the lack of speaking all day long. “Y/n? Holy shit I’m really sorry about what happened yesterday. I was upset and I didn't mean it and-” you cut the voice off. “Taehyung, how did you get my number?” you asked, already feeling annoyance bubble up in your stomach. “Oh, uh Nana gave it to me”. ‘God fucking damn it Nana’ you thought, but you were too tired to be angry at your best friend.

     There were a few moments of silence before Taehyung began to speak again. “Also I’m kinda outside your house so if you could let me in that would be great.” What! If you had been drinking anything, if would have flown out your nose and mouth, but instead you were just coughing and sputtering like a fish out of water. You hung up on Taehyung and ran to the front door. 

     You opened the door to see Taehyung standing with a plastic bag filled with junk food. “Dude, you can’t be here, how did you even get my address?” you questioned. He gave you a boxy smile before answering “Nana is an amazing resource”.  You gripped the bridge of your nose with an excruciating grip. “And you are here for what purpose exactly?” you sighed, secretly hoping that he would be there to stay. “To cheer you up of course!” 

     Taehyung smiled at you again as you stepped away from the door, allowing him in. His personality had taken a complete 180 from when you had last talked. Last night he was a brooding, angst teen, but now he was a happy go lucky boy. 

     Taehyung immediately ran to the kitchen, before putting the assortment of snacks on the counter. “I wasn’t sure what snacks you liked the best, soooo I got all of them”. You couldn't help but smile at the sweet gesture. He just seemed so... genuine. “Thank you Taehyung” you said, you couldn't help but smile.

     The day had progressed and the two of you fell in and out of deep conversations, laughing at your favorite songs, and talking about your favorite tv shows. 

     You glanced down at your phone. 6:35. “Oh shit!” you yelled “Taehyung you gotta leave, my parents will be home any minute now” he glanced up at you and gave you a knowing look before gathering all of the garbage. 

     You heard the front door rattling, and you started to panic. “Okay, lets go to the back door”. You lead him to the other exit and once you opened the door, he refused to move. Taehyung looked at you with worry. “If they ever hurt you, in any way, please just leave and come get me. I will always be here for you”. You smiled and your eyes started to tear up. 

     You began to utter out a thanks but he cut you off. He pressed his lips gently against yours before cupping your face. “See you later Veronica” he smiled and waved running out into your backyard. You smiled, a giddy feeling bubbling up in your chest.A feeling you haven't experienced in forever. 

     Bye JD

love grows where you go.

determined to make you and yoongi grow closer for your upcoming wedding in two weeks, your parents plan a trip for the both of you that lasts five days long. you know you should be ecstatic about it, considering your longtime crush on your fiancé, but by how you’re positive that he secretly despises your whole being, you don’t find this mini vacation with him something to look forward to. that is until things take an unexpected turn and suddenly, he makes it apparent he doesn’t hate you at all as you reckoned.

pairing: yoongi x reader

word count: 11.4k

rating: 18+

content: angst | fluff | smut | arranged marriage au | pining au | ft. tsundere!yoongi

warning/s: swearing | alcohol | depictions of almost drowning | explicit sexual content | thigh riding | fingering | nipple sucking / play | handjob | idk what it’s called lmao but basically like rubbing your genitals together u know in a bare manner sjdksjd | virgin!reader | this is very vanilla and soft tbh 

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opening note. hello! this is my entry for ‘the summer bucket list’ collab event by @jamaisjoons with the prompt “watch the sunset on a beach” !! i hope yall enjoy reading !!

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as it was | jjk

pairings » husband jungkook x wife reader

genre » established relationship, marriage au, angst, fluff

summary » you and your husband have constantly been arguing due to the change in his behaviour and you start to wonder where it all went wrong.

warnings » mentions of cheating, swearing, jungkook is a bit rude, arguing, kissing, planning for baby talk, sweet jungkook as well :)

word count » 2.5k

a/n » the italics part is a flashback

You were sitting on the couch, folding clothes from the fresh batch of laundry you’d just completed while waiting for your husband to come home from work.

He promised you that he will come early today but as usual, it’s almost 12 am and he's still not here. He’d usually be home by at least 7 or 8 but for the past 4 months, he’s coming home right before midnight or way past it.

You understand that the reason being is due to working on a important project he’s been busy with but you were worried about his health. You’ve already sent him plenty of texts to which he had left on seen. Hearing the keys jiggle and door open, you stand up and turn towards your tired husband who just walks in.

You want to go hug and kiss him but he's been pushing you away a lot lately, resulting to the two of you starting constant arguments. You’re already tired so instead of saying anything, you just go into the kitchen to bring him a glass of water. You don’t want to start another useless argument.

Your husband immediately takes the glass of water and chugges it down before heaving a sigh and giving it back to you. You come back to see him sitting in the same position on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling. You wonder if he’s okay.

“Jungkook are you okay?” You ask, sitting beside him.

“Hmm,” he hums.

“Did you have dinner?” You softly ask.

“Yea,” he responds, making you sigh.

When was the last time you two had a proper conversation? You were worried about him but his behaviour was really pissing you off. This isn’t the first time, he’s been doing this very often and you don’t want to doubt him because you know he would never but you sometimes think he might be cheating on you. It’s been on your mind for a while and you really want to ask him but you’re scared.

“What?” He hisses.

“Huh?” You flinch since you kinda zone out.

“Can you stop staring at me?” He bursts out, clearly showing how annoyed he is by it. You don’t even realize when or how you zone out while staring at him.

“Can I not stare at my husband who came home from work after hours and broke his promise to come early?” You smile and hear him let out a sigh.

“I was fucking working Y/N. Sorry for not having time to come early so I could sit around and watch stupid movies with you,” he shouts, leaving the sofa and making his way to your shared bedroom. His words had pierced straight through your heart making it ache.

You quietly continue to fold the leftover clothes while being on the verge of tears. Never in the past 10 years of knowing him and 7 years since the two of you have been together has he ever said such hurtful words in such a rude tone to you.

You met Jungkook at your graduation party as he came to support his sister who was also graduating and happened to be your best friend. 3 years prior meeting Jungkook, you met his sister Jeon Haeun. You transferred from a different school at the time and became really good friends with her since.

You never saw Jungkook around when you’d go visit her house as he was a year older studying in a different school. He would either be at his swimming classes, basketball games, working out in the gym or hanging out with his friends. At least that’s what Haeun and your now mother-in-law would say.

You and your parents had just arrived in the auditorium where the graduation ceremony would be held.

“Y/N here!” You hear Haeun yell, waving her hands towards you.

Immediately smiling and waving back, you start to walk towards her as your parents follow you from behind. Haeun was wearing a hot red dress while you were wearing a black dress which fell right above your knees.

“Oh my god you look gorgeous!” She exclaims, hugging you carefully, making sure not to mess up your makeup or hair. You lightly chuckle and pull out from the hug.

“Shut up look at you, I told you the red one would look better.” You reply, eyeing her from head to toe.

“It does! Thank god I listened to you.” She says making you shake your head. You then avert your eyes to see a handsome man standing by the side along with Haeun’s parents. You do a double take and already catch him staring at you.

“Y/N, this is my brother Jungkook.” She introduces, noticing how the two of you had already started staring at each other. You saw a couple pictures of him at her house but he looked even better in person.

“I hear a lot about you at the dinner table, it’s nice finally meeting you Y/N,” he says, showing a bunny smile as he extends his hand towards you.

“Is that so?” You ask, looking towards Haeun who just grins back at you.

“Nice to meet you too Jungkook,” you reply, accepting his handshake.

You sigh remembering the smile and aura he had around him that day which made you fall for him. Ever since the graduation, you’d see him around the house whenever you’d go visit Haeun. He’d occasionally talk to you and even took both you and Haeun to the amusement park 2 years after you had met. The two of you got closer from that day and he finally asked you out a year later.

Jungkook was a really nice guy with such a cute and bright smile. You wondered what happened in the past 4 months for him to not show you that side of his anymore. You know It’s not the same as it was.

Suddenly the doorbell rings and you frown wondering who’d come by at practically midnight. You walk over to the door, eyeing who it was from the door hole and see Sooah patiently waiting.

You open the door and she instantly smiles at you.

“Hello Mrs. Jeon.” She greets, respectfully bowing down.

“Hi Sooah what brings you here at this time?” You kindly ask.

“I’m sorry for dropping by so late but I needed to give this to Mr. Jeon,” she says holding up a gift bag making you want to frown and bombard her with many questions. However, you just stay calm and decide to take it.

“Oh alright, i’ll give it to him.” You give her a tight smile as she hands you the bag.

“Thank you Mrs. Jeon, have a great night and weekend.” She bows again.

“Thanks, you too.” You reply and with that she left.

Once you close the door you eye the gift bag and peak inside only to spot two blue files and his shirt.

Did he—? you gulp feeling hurt and betrayed. You didn’t want to jump to conclusions but his behaviour for the past few months was making you very much convinced.

You stomp your way to your shared bedroom only to catch sight of Jungkook drying his wet hair after coming out of the shower.

“I’m so fucking done with you!” You yell, throwing the shirt at him.

“Wha-“

“How could you!” You shout out.

“Y/N don’t start now,” he says rolling his eyes turning to face the other way.

“Shut the fuck up im not starting anything how could you cheat on me!” You yell, finally letting the tears you’ve been holding fall.

“What the hell are you saying!” He yells back turning to face you again. When he does, you could see the anger in his eyes and face turning soft once noticing your tears.

“Y/N I—“ he begins in a softer tone, taking a step towards you but you cut him off.

“Don’t. Don’t fucking lie or touch me.” You say taking a step back.

“I’m not lying,” he retorts.

“Really? Then explain why the fuck you’ve been coming home so late? The company closes by midnight by max so I don’t fucking see a reason why you’d show up at 2am sometimes let alone have your secretary stop by at midnight to hand me your fucking shirt. Why was it with her huh? Don’t you dare deny by saying it’s not yours, I fucking bought that one for you,” you rant, tears streaming down your face which only display the anger and pain you are feeling.

Jungkook quietly listens to your rant before heaving a sigh and finally speaking up.

“Are you done now?” He asks you calmly. You were in no mood for this.

“Yes I’m so done with you Jeon Jungk—“ you feel his soft lips on you. You stand there frozen for a few seconds wanting to kiss him back knowing you haven’t felt his lips since the last 4 months. Not until you remember the current situation and try to push him away. You’re not sure what you expected per say, but your attempt is proven unsuccessful as it only results in him taking you by your waist and pulling you closer until you're smug in his arms.

When he pulls out you slap his chest.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” You exclaim, making him chuckle.

“Are you laughing? This is not funny Jeon,” you sternly say, surprised at how normal he’s acting. You haven’t seen him laugh in what feels like ages.

“Baby, just listen to me okay,” he says cupping your face and wiping your tears.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath before focusing your eyes on him, signaling for him to go on.

“I did not cheat on you. I’m not going to deny anything because yes that is in fact my shirt that you bought for me. I gave it to Sooah because she accidentally spilled tea on herself and you know I have spare shirts in my office. We were running late for a meeting so I just grabbed whatever shirt I found and gave it. I swear I had no other intentions. I would never cheat on you, why would you even think that hm? I love you so much,” he assures, pecking your forehead.

After whatever he said, you completely break down and start sobbing with your head buried in his well built chest. You’re very overwhelmed right now, especially by his last 5 words which he hasn’t uttered to you lately. You slowly wrap your arms around him as he carefully caresses the back of your head tangling his hand into your hair.

“Shh, please don’t cry,” he whispers.

“I know I've been such a dick to you lately and I don't even know where to start. I’m sure you hate me now but believe me when I say I didn’t mean any single shit I spat out to you these past months. I know I crossed my limits today and I deeply apologize for it, I’m so fucking sorry. This project is really important for the company and means a lot to my dad so I’ve been really stressed as it needs to be done efficiently and is a long procedure.” He declares as you pull out from his embrace.

“That doesn’t explain your behaviour towards me,” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I started talking less to you because I didn’t want to lash out all my frustrations on you. However, you kept asking me questions and it was adding to my headache so I said whatever the hell came in my head. I swear I didn’t mean any of it. I know you were only worried and caring for me. We’re going to be done by Wednesday so I was planning to make it up to you by taking you out on Thursday and surprising you with something,” he explains, making you frown and pursue your lips together.

“Well sorry for worrying too much about my husband's health, and what do you mean by ‘surprising you with something?” You question him.

“I guess I'll just tell you now so that you’ll talk to me, yea?” He says, scratching the back of his neck nervously. A habit of his which you found very endearing.

“You were the one not talking to me,” you mumble looking away. You know he heard you.

Turning back to face him, you raise your eyebrows motioning him to go on. You watch him head over to his bedside table before he pulls the drawer taking something out. Jungkook rushes back to you and hands you a small envelope.

“What is this?” You query, looking confused.

“Why don’t you open it and see for yourself,” he says, going behind you to wrap his arms around your waist in order to give you a back hug. His face nuzzled in your neck.

You ignore him and carefully tear open the envelope finding two tickets to—

“Oh my god what!!” You exclaim, widening your eyes.

You immediately turn around and jump onto Jungkook wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his torso. You didn’t care about anything else except the fact that your husband was going to make it up to you by taking you on a trip to the one place you wanted to visit all your life.

Greece.

“I love you so much!” You beam, giving him a quick kiss followed by a bunch of pecks all over his face. That leads you to earn a hearty chuckle from your husband.

“I’m truly sorry for treating you badly lately. I regret it so much I swear. I can’t see you cry, I felt like shit knowing I was the cause of those tears on your beautiful face. Will you forgive me?” He says in a shaky voice and you immediately realize that he is on the verge of crying.

You get off him and grab his hand settling the two of you on the bed. You make sure he uses the headboard as support while you face him and sit on his lap.

“Hey don’t worry, it’s okay, we’re okay now. I was really hurt and scared by your behaviour but at the end I love you okay. Let’s forget it and plan for the trip.” You happily beam, interlocking both your hands with his as you know it comforts him.

“I love you more. Also, I think, the trip to Greece isn’t enough to make up for the shit I caused. Tell me how to make it up to you?” He asks, lightly soothing his thumb over your knuckles.

“Do you really want to know?” You question, looking deeply into his eyes.

“Yes,” he eagerly responds.

“Well then, I want a baby,” you say wrapping your arms around his neck

“Wait— you what!” He shrieks, looking surprised.

“I want your baby,” you whisper in his ears making him smile.

“I was actually planning to have this conversation with you on the trip. I think it’s time we have a little me or you running around the house,” he asserts, connecting his forehead to yours.

“I think so too.” You mumble, leaning in for a kiss which he gladly accepts and kisses you back passionately.

You have a feeling things will be back to normal again. You know it’ll be the same as it once was.

sugar | myg

pairings » ceo!yoongi x f. reader

genre » strangers to lovers, neighbours au, fluff, smut

summary » desperately in need of sugar to make coffee in order to ease down your headache, you find yourself knocking on a strangers door who happens to be your best friend’s friend and the finest man you’ve ever encountered.

warnings » drinking, swearing, kissing, pool party, cold yoongi, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, foreplay, blowjob, fingering, dirty talk, making out, some nipple play, begging, praise kink, orgasm control, hair grabbing, penetration, teasing, just yoongi being hot

word count » 11k

a/n » some italics part indicate past dialogues and some indicate personal thoughts.

You had just finished placing the last few boxes in your new apartment with the help of your friend, Hoseok.

“Thank you so much Hobi! I don't think I could've done this without you.” You said, smiling at him.

“Are you crazy Y/N? Don't thank me, what are friends for?” He retorted, being offended by the fact that you thought he wouldn’t have helped you, whether you asked him to or not.

“No it’s just that you’ve been busy and I didn't want to bother you. I'd feel horrible knowing you can’t rest the one day you’re free just because of me.” You explained, feeling a bit guilty.

“Hey, it’s all cool. I'm glad you finally found yourself an apartment though, it's nice here.” He replied, looking around the place as you can see how satisfied he was with the amount of sunlight approaching the room.

“Indeed it is.” You nodded, agreeing with him.

It finally feels like home, your home.

“Better treat me to a nice dinner later missy.” He joked making you chuckle.

“Of course mister. After I set up the apartment properly that is.” You joked back.

“Do you need help with setting anything up? You know I can always jus—“

You sighed before walking up to him and intertwining your hands with his.

”Hobi, I'm fine. I want to do this all on my own now. I really appreciate your help though, you’ve been nothing but a hardworking and supportive best friend. Thank you so much for always being there for me, I love you.” You blurted out.

“Now, should I take that as you officially confessing your love for me Y/N?” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes, “As friends Hoseok, but seriously, thank you so much for everything.”

“Of course, anytime, I’m just a call away you know.” He said, wrapping his arms around you to pull you into a hug.

You hummed, instantly giving into his warm body with your head resting on his chest. Both of you stayed like that for a couple of minutes until the sudden ringing of a phone made you two pull apart. Hoseok fetched his phone out from the back pocket of his jeans and widened his eyes looking at the caller ID.

“Shit! I need to go Y/N. Sorry, I forgot I had to meet mom today.”

“It's fine Hobi, thanks once again and tell your mom I said ‘hi’.” You replied, leading him to the door.

“Will do.” He asserted, opening the door to walk out.

“By the way my friend lives in that apartment. If you need anything you can ask him, I'll let him know about you.” He said, pointing at a door across the hallway to which you nodded.

“Alright thanks Hobi, bye!” You beamed.

“Bye Y/N,” and with that he left. You went back inside, closed the door and leaned your back on it. You admired your apartment space and tried to figure out where to start setting up from.

≫∘❀♡❀∘≪

After 10 long hours, you finally sat down on the sofa you had just finished arranging.

“My head hurts now.” You whined.

Knowing exactly what you need to ease it down, you made your way towards the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee. However, you realized that your plan of getting groceries today didn’t work out and you didn’t have any sugar left in the house.

A sudden thought of calling Hoseok to bring you some came to your mind but you quickly dismissed it knowing it’s 10pm. You didn’t want to bother him anymore. That's when your mind clicked, recalling Hoseok's words before he left.

His friend.

For a good 7 minutes, you debated on whether you should knock and ask for some sugar or not before finally concluding your decision. You definitely need a cup of coffee or your headache will get even worse and you know you won’t move a single inch to finish setting up the left bit of the apartment.

“Fuck it!” You mumbled and quickly slid a purple hoodie over your tank top before leaving your apartment.

Standing in front of a door similar to yours, you took a deep breath before knocking on it. You don’t even know why you’re so nervous, he’s Hoseok's friend and your neighbor. Neighbours help each other right?

Not getting any response back the first time, you knocked again. Still not getting any response, you decided to leave but the door suddenly opened. You stood there in shock, seeing such a handsome man standing by the door. He was wearing an oversized white shirt over black track pants with a white towel wrapped around his neck. It looked like he just came out of the shower and was trying to dry his wet locks.

“Yes?” He questioned in a deep voice, staring straight into your soul.

“Umm hey, I don’t know if he told you yet but I’m Hoseok's friend that moved in. I ran out of sugar and I needed it this instant, so is it okay if I can borrow some? I’ll make sure to give you bac—“

Thud.

What the fuck. Did he just slam the door on your face? What does he think of himself? Of course you just had to encounter another person with good looks but a shitty personality. You never knew Hobi had such a rude friend. You scoffed and started walking back to your apartment but suddenly heard the door behind you click open again.

“Where are you going?”

You immediately turn around only to spot Hoseok's friend standing, peeking out his door.

“I thought yo—“ before you could complete your sentence you saw him walking towards you.

“Take the whole pack, I'm not wasting time taking out only a bit.” He stated, handing over a whole 2kg bag of sugar.

“Oh I don’t need that mu—“

“Just take it. Pay me a quarter back later.” He retorted, pushing it further to you as you took it.

Guess he’s not that bad, just a man with a cold personality.

“Uh okay, thanks—“ before you could even ask for his name or say anything, he was already walking back to his place. You watched him stop in-front of his doorway and reach his hand out to twist the door knob, before briefly glancing at you.

“It’s nice finally meeting you Y/N, I'm Yoongi.”

Thud.

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It's been two days since you moved in and had that encounter with Yoongi. You remember ranting to Hoseok about it yesterday which only led him to erupt into laughter.

“He’s just like that Y/N, at least he gave you some sugar. He was probably tired from work so don't think too much. Yoongi doesn’t talk much but he’s nice.”

Although he has good looks you wish to never face him again, but here you are. Hoseok’s words ringing in your head as you once again find yourself standing in front of his door. Before you could even knock, the door opened itself revealing Yoongi. You can see that he was also in the same shock as you. I mean why wouldn’t he be? He definitely wouldn’t have expected you out of everyone to be standing by his doorway, first thing on a Monday morning.

“Good morning! I just wanted to return your pack of sugar and pay for it, here’s the money.” You said, extending the quarter and the pack of sugar to him.

“Oh, thanks.”

Your eyes then finally travelled down to his outfit. He was wearing a black blazer with a white shirt underneath, neatly tucked into his black dress pants as one of his hands carried a pair of shades. You looked back up and noticed how his hair was neatly parted through the middle.

Fuck he looks hot.

One thing about Hoseok, that man has some really good looking fucking friends. You’ve met three of them before Yoongi. If you may recall, the three being Jimin, Namjoon and Seokjin. You don’t think you have ever seen a friend group consisting of such good looking people, to be honest. He hasn’t introduced you to the other two yet but you’re sure they’re probably hella fine as well.

“Do you need anything else?” You didn’t realize that you had been staring at him so his voice slightly made you flinch.

“Huh? Uh no sorry i’ll take my leave now, thank you once again.” You smiled to which he nodded, and you left.

≫∘❀♡❀∘≪

“Mom you didn’t have to, you know?” You said to your mom as the two of you were in the elevator, going up to your apartment.

“Don’t be ridiculous Y/N. My daughter bought her own apartment with her own money for the first time and you think I wouldn’t come visit?” She retorted.

“I don’t mean it like that, it’s a 2 hour drive away and dad is sick.“

“Your dad is fine now and just recently started going back to work, don’t worry too much.” She assured, as the both of you had walked out the elevator and made it in front of your apartment door.

“Alright, I'm sure he didn’t come since he would be busy catching up with work so I’ll go meet him at the company sometime this week.” You said, opening the door with your keys.

“Of course, he’ll be so happy to see you.” She beamed.

When the two of you stepped foot inside, your mom began scanning the whole place. Going through the whole apartment, she kept the same look until the two of you had sat down on the sofa.

“Oh my god Y/N, it’s beautiful, I love it!” She exclaimed, making you chuckle.

“I’m glad you liked it, I worked hard on arranging everything nicely with the help of Yoora of course.”

“It looks wonderful! I'm so proud of you and speaking of Yoora, how is she and Hoseok?” Your mom asked, holding your hands.

“Yoora and Hoseok are both fine, just busy these days. They sent their greetings to you though,” you replied.

“Make sure to send my greetings back, tell them that I miss them and am very thankful that you have friends like them.”

“That would definitely boost their ego but will do,” you said, making the two of you laugh.

You spent almost 4 hours talking to your mom and even facetimed Hoseok and Yoora in the middle. The two complained about how busy they were with work while you were lucky enough to have 2 weeks off. The three of you have been best friends since you were 5 so all your parents loved the three of you like their own children. Your mom and the two had the time of their life talking to each other after so long. It was almost around 8pm when you heard knocking on your door. Who would it be at this time? You wondered.

“You had someone coming over?” Your mom asked.

“No but I think the parcel I ordered came in. Let me go check,” you answered as she nodded.

You got up and walked towards the door. Once you opened it, you were greeted by the sight of a huge brown box and a man dressed in a simple black hoodie and jeans. His hair was fluffy too. Very boyfriend material of him but he wasn’t a delivery man—

“Yoongi?”

“Uh hey, you actually had this box outside your door this afternoon and you weren’t home so I took it to my place in case someone takes it.” He nervously explained.

Cute.

“Oh my god, thank you so much!” You exclaimed.

“It’s a bit heavy, let me help you carry it inside.” He insisted, seeing you struggling to get the box in.

“Oh thanks, I'm so sorry you had to carry it to your place.” You apologized thinking of how he might’ve struggled to carry your huge and heavy parcel to his apartment. Hoseok was right, he is nice.

“Right here is fine Yoongi, thank you once again,” you said, finally placing the box down.

“It’s fin-“

“Oh my, who might this young man be?” You heard your mom ask.

Oh shit, you completely forgot she was here.

“He’s just my neighbour, don’t assume anything mom.” You declared before she could say anything more.

“You know you don’t have to hide anything from me right?” She smiled as you saw how Yoongi's eyes widened, understanding what she meant.

“Mom. I’m not hiding anything, he lives across the hallway we met just a couple days ago.”

“Well then invite this handsome neighbour of yours for dinner at least.”

“Mom!” You whined showing her exactly how embarrassed and mad you are.

“It’s nice to meet you ma'am and thank you for your invite but I’m afraid I can’t accept it as I have other plans and need to leave sorry.”

That was so formal, he sounded so nice.

“Oh I see, such a respectful man. Please come next time when you’re free, I'm sure Y/N can cook you some delicious food.”

“Uh of course ma'am, have a goodnight, I’ll take my leave now.” Yoongi stated before locking eyes with you and walking out the door.

As soon as you heard the door shut, you immediately locked it and rushed towards your mom to rant about what just happened and how embarrassing it was.

“We should go eat Y/N,” your mom said, having enough of you rambling on and on.

You sighed, “you’re right. I'm very hungry, let's go eat!”

You were now walking back to your apartment after dropping off your mom by the car your dad had sent for her to go back from. She left a little while after having dinner and made sure to convince you to befriend Yoongi and possibly start dating him.

There’s no way you would. You two don’t even know each other and he’s too rude sometimes.

Speaking of Yoongi, you need to apologize to him about your mom. You know there’s no way you’d face him after the embarrassing situation that occurred so you texted him instead. Surprisingly he texted back in just a few minutes.

[y/n] 9:38pm: Hey, this is y/n

[y/n] 9:39pm: I just wanted to apologize for how my mom reacted. I’m so sorry, she’s just like that, I hope you understand and forget whatever happened.

[yoongi] 9:43pm: it’s okay, I already forgot

[yoongi] 9:43pm: but how did you get my number?

[y/n] 9:43pm: from hoseok

[yoongi] 9:45pm: alright, well I gtg

[y/n] 9:46pm: oh ok bye goodnight

[yoongi] 9:46pm: gn

dry texter but whatever, now that that’s cleared, you can peacefully sleep.

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“Yoora, I’m on my way to meet dad right now, I’ll call you later okay.” You said, eyes focused on the road ahead of you.

“You better call though, I have some important news to share.”

“Okay okay don’t worry, I will. I need to know your tea anyways.”

You heard her chuckle, “trust me you would love it.”

“On second thoughts, tell me now.” You retorted, getting excited about the ‘important news’ she wanted to share.

“Nope, call me later bye!”

“Yoora no!” You yelled but she hung up already.

You wondered what happened in the span of 3 days that got her so excited. The last time you talked was when your mom was here. She was completely fine and normal so something big definitely happened. Thinking about Yoora and her important news, you didn’t even realize that you already reached your dad's company.

Parking the car and walking inside the tall glass building, you were greeted by the two beautiful receptionists who immediately recognized you as the chairman’s daughter.

“Hey, is dad free?” You asked the receptionist at the front desk.

“He’s in his office Miss Y/N, but I’ll call him and let him know you’re here.” She responded.

“Uh no! I actually wanted to surprise him so there is no need to inform him. I’ll just go.” You protested.

“Alright but he has someone over right now.”

“It's okay, I'll just wait outside his office till he’s done.” You said.

“As you wish Miss Y/N.” She respectfully bowed.

You returned it and walked towards your dad's office being all excited to meet him and ready to scold him for getting sick. Once you reached the hallway to your dad’s office, you were surprised to see a familiar figure and someone you thought you would never meet here of all places.

“Yoongi? What are you doing here?” You questioned as you walked up to him.

“Y/N?” He raised a brow turning towards you.

“You two know each other?” Your dad beamed in.

“Dad!” You exclaimed and jumped into his arms.

“Hey sweetheart, how are you?” He asked.

“I'm all good, how are you now?”

“Much better, especially now that you're here.” He replied, ruffling your hair as the two of you chuckled.

“Anyways back to my question, you two know each other?” Your dad asked once again.

“We’re neighbours.” Yoongi and you retorted at the same time.

“Dad, how do you know him and why are you here Yoongi?” You questioned both of them.

“He’s the CEO of Min Productions, we just finalized a deal and collaboration.” Your dad proudly announced.

You were beyond shocked. Yoongi, Min Yoongi, your neighbour, Hoseok's friend, he is the CEO of one of the biggest companies in all of South Korea.

“I was going to tell you about him to help with your work but good thing you came. Maybe we can just discuss all that right now. If that’s fine with you and Yoongi of course.” Your dad said, eyeing the two of you.

“Sure, I don’t have any other schedule for today.” Yoongi confirmed.

“Perfect! How about you Y/N?” Your dad asked.

“Oh yea sure.” You replied, still baffled about the new information you had just learned about Yoongi.

With that, the three of you went inside your dad's office and discussed a few deals, details and designs you could all work on. Your dad had two companies and you were working in the other smaller one. The companies were known for their great interior house designing. Yoongi's company being the biggest and most famous one in that field.

“I want to do something big this time.” Your dad heaved out. He was sitting on the couch beside you and in front of Yoongi, deep in thought about what he can do.

“What do you mean by that dad?” You muddled.

“Maybe a showcase-like exhibition.” Yoongi remarked, ignoring your confused state.

“Perfect! That’s a great idea, we'll do that.” Your dad happily exclaimed.

“Wait, so we’ll hold an exhibition with our new designs? Like how Ikea has those fake displays?” You asked, amazed by the idea.

“Something exactly like that.” Yoongi confirmed.

“Oh my god, you’re so smart. I’m sure this will benefit all our companies ” You exclaimed jolting up from your seat, making both Yoongi and your dad look up at you surprised.

“Uh sorry I just got a bit excited.” You murmured and sat back down making your dad chuckle.

“Yoongi, do you have any set date for the exhibition in mind?” Your dad asked, looking back at him.

“How about 4 months from now? Our company is low on furniture stock right now so it’ll take about a month to get them and 2-3 months to set all the designs.” Yoongi replied.

“Hmm, I think that’s great. Within the month you guys get furniture we can make the presentations with selected designs and a location to display the exhibition.” You suggested.

“Yea sure, we can have another meeting to discuss that later.” Yoongi said to which you and your dad both nodded.

A few minutes later your dad’s words were interrupted by a spam of text messages on your phone.

“Sorry Dad, I'm just gonna check to see if everything is fine.” You said, pulling out your phone to which he nodded and continued talking to Yoongi.

[yoora] 2:13pm: are you done yet???

[yoora] 2:13pm: please tell me you are

[yoora] 2:14pm: it’s been almost 4 hours

[yoora] 2:14pm: I still need to share my news

[yoora] 2:14pm: it’s important.

[yoora] 2:15pm: pleaseee Y/N!!

[yoora] 2:15pm: reply or i’ll never tell you.

[y/n] 2:16pm: jeez woman you need to stop spamming!

[yoora] 2:16pm: fucking finally!!!

[y/n] 2:16pm: and fyi, it’s only been 3 hours

[yoora] 2:16pm: same thing

[y/n] 2:17pm: anyways, i’m almost done here so tell me where to meet you

[yoora] 2:17pm: my place.

[y/n] 2:17pm: alright, see you soon

[yoora] 2:17pm: okayy see you soon!!

“Dad I actually have to leave right now.” You announced, closing your phone screen.

“So suddenly? Is everything okay?” He asked, face frowning with concern. Yoongi was staring at you as well.

“Yes dad everything is fine. I just need to go drop by at Yoora’s place.” You responded.

“Oh I see, take care and send my greetings her way.” He said standing up.

“Will do, I’ll leave now and please take care of yourself.” You said, hugging your dad. Your eyes then landed on Yoongi.

“Uh it’s an honour to be working with you Mr. Min.” You said professionally, extending your hand towards him.

You heard him chuckle, showing off his gummy smile before responding to your handshake. “Just call me Yoongi.”

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“You have a what!” You yelled, choking on the water you were gulping down.

“I have a boyfriend.” Yoora stuttered out, playing with her fingers.

“Oh my god Yoora, this is huge!” You exclaimed, putting aside the glass of water and holding her hands.

“I know, he’s actually coming over in a few minutes.” She said, making you widen your eyes.

“Why did you call me then! Do I know him? What’s his name? How long have you been dating?” You bombarded her with questions.

“Y/N calm down, I wanted to tell you before anyone and I don’t think you know him but you’ve definitely heard of him. He’s actually one of Hoseok's friends.” Yoora said, making you frown.

“Really? Who?” You questioned.

Before she could even reply, the doorbell rang.

“I think that’s him.”

You watched as Yoora walked over to the door, opened it and got crushed by a muscular figure hugging her.

“Hi babe, I missed you.” You heard a deep male voice, followed by a chuckle and a “I missed you too.” from Yoora. You smiled at that as you were beyond happy for your best friend.

As the couple walked in, you stood up from the couch and finally saw the man's face. Hoseok's friend huh? Once again very good looking.

“Hey you must be Y/N. I’m Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook, It’s nice finally meeting you.” He introduced himself, extending his hand towards you.

“So you’re the man that stole my best friend's heart and my other best friend's car. It’s nice finally meeting you too, Jungkook.” You joked whilst shaking his hand.

“I— let’s not talk about the car incident. Hoseok still hates me for that.” He nervously laughed, making both you and Yoora chuckle.

“Anyways how and since when have you two been dating?” You asked curiously.

“Uh we’d been talking for 7 months after the party we met in and started dating 3 months ago.” Jungkook said, making you squint your eyes at Yoora. She told you about meeting this hot guy at the one party you couldn’t attend, but never told you that they had been talking afterwards.

“I’m sorry, I know I should have told you sooner but we wanted to be sure about our relationship before telling anyone and don’t be mad, you’re still the first one to know anyways.” Yoora apologetically retorted and you immediately softened your eyes.

“It’s fine, I’m so happy for you both. Jungkook please keep her happy and never break her heart or I swear I’ll kill you.” You threatened him.

“I swear I won’t, I love her too much.” He confessed looking at Yoora. You saw the love he had for her in his eyes and how flustered Yoora got.

He’s definitely the one for her.

“Well I guess I’ll leave you two be, don’t want to to be a third wheel.” You laughed.

“No no please don’t. I know you’re free today and we haven’t been hanging out a lot lately. Jungkook doesn't mind, I already told him.” She pleaded. Your eyes wandered off to Jungkook for confirmation and he nodded with a smile.

“Are you sure?” You asked, still having second thoughts.

“We’re sure, we can watch a movie if you’d like.” Jungkook suggested.

You sighed and smiled. “Alright, sounds good.”

Yoora squealed and stood up, “I’ll go get the popcorn and some drinks ready!”

“Why don’t you two catch up and choose a movie while I go get that hm?” Jungkook insisted, leaving a peck on Yoora’s forehead before heading towards the kitchen.

As soon as he left, you immediately hugged Yoora.

“Oh my god! He’s so sweet and good looking, literally your type.” You quietly exclaimed.

“I know right! I’m so glad I didn't ditch that party Hobi took me too that day. The guys there and Hoseok's friends were so nice and hot. You would’ve found yourself a man as well.” She excitedly whispered back.

You quietly chuckled, “I admit Hoseok’s friends are really nice and hot but you know why I couldn’t come.”

“Right, speaking of that, I forgot to ask how it went with your dad. How’s he feeling now?”

“Much better, he’s been taking all his medications on time and started working again. Dad also sent his greetings your way.” You smiled.

“That’s great! Make sure to send my greetings back to him,” She replied, making you nod.

“Of course! Well, let's choose a movie now.” You said, grabbing the remote from the table.

“Marvel!” The two of you exclaimed.

“Spider-man!” You jumped up, causing you both to laugh out loud.

“I heard Marvel and Spider-man, I’m so ready to watch.” Jungkook beamed, coming out of the kitchen with popcorn, drinks and other snacks in his arms.

“Jungkook, you're a Marvel and Spider-man fan too!” You excitedly asked.

“No shit Sherlock, who isn’t?” He cockily responded, making the three of you laugh.

“Okay, okay, let’s watch!”

You didn’t even realize when the three of you finished watching 3 movies before ordering a take out and leaving her place. It was really fun and Jungkook was an amazing guy. You’re so happy for Yoora.

≫∘❀♡❀∘≪

“Y/N please come to the party!” Yoora whined over the phone while you were cooking yourself some pasta for dinner.

“But—“

“No buts, you’re coming and that's final.” She stated.

“I’m not sure about it though.” You sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Oh come on, Jimin literally called and personally invited you.”

“I know but we’re not so close.”

“So what? Me, Jungkook and Hoseok, we’re all going to be there as well.” She retorted, trying to convince you for the past 15 minutes now.

“Fine, but I don’t have a—“

“Don't even worry about that. I have a sexy black one piece you could wear. Just decide on a suitable dress or some shorts and a nice top to go along with it.”

“Okay, thanks.”

She knows you too well.

“Don’t thank me, you know our rule.” She said, trying to sound mad.

“Right my bad.” You chuckled.

“Oh Jungkooks here! I'll call you tomorrow and drop off the one piece.” She exclaimed.

“Yeah sure.” You replied.

“Perfect! I’ll see you tomorrow then, bye.”

“Yeah see you, bye.” With that, the two of you ended the call.

Jimin had called you three days ago, inviting you to his house for a pool party which was being held on Saturday. You weren’t sure if you’d go since you’d only met each other once and weren’t too close. However, now that Yoora had successfully ended up convincing you to attend the party, you realized it wasn’t such a bad idea. You could spend some time with Hoseok, Yoora and some other friends.

It had also been a little over a month since you had started working on the exhibition with Yoongi. As promised, you did all the research on possible locations and compiled various interior designs to use for display. You’d definitely be using this pool party as a way to unravel and celebrate the successful presentation you gave a few days prior. You’d been quite nervous as you didn’t want to disappoint your father or Yoongi. Despite your nerves, you decided to go ahead with it. Turned out that you had done remarkably well, impressing Yoongi as a turnout.

Today was Thursday, meaning you’d only have a day to prepare yourself. Most of tomorrow will be gone as you know you’ll find yourself drowning in work. The party is in the evening of Saturday so you’ll get everything ready the morning prior.

≫∘❀♡❀∘≪

You stood by the edge of your bed, staring at the pile of mess you just made. You were frustrated and confused as to what to wear to the party later in the evening.

Not wanting to spoil your whole mood, you decided to facetime Yoora and let her decide. As you were about to call her, something clicked in your mind.

You totally forgot.

You knew it’d be rude to call her in the middle of this so you decided to break it down to two outfits. You took pictures wearing both and just sent her the pics.

[y/n] 12:18pm: Yoora I know you're having lunch with Jungkook and his parents but when you have time please choose which one I should wear.

*insert image*

*insert image*

After you quickly sent the text, you ran to the kitchen to grab some food to eat. You were really excited about the pool party. The one piece Yoora gave was indeed sexy and fits your body perfectly. You sure were going to have fun tonight.

As soon as you sat on the sofa with a bag of doritos, you received a notification. You smiled and clicked on it knowing it’ll just be Yoora but—

What the fuck!?

[yoongi] 12:23pm: Y/N? this is Yoongi, I think you’ve got the wrong person.

[y/n] 12:24pm: oh my god! I'm so sorry I think I misread yours and Yoora’s name.

[yoongi] 12:24pm: Oh it’s fine

Your heart was beating so fast right now. You accidentally sent two pictures of yourself to Yoongi. It took you about a good six minutes to calm down but as soon as you were okay, you received another notification

[yoongi] 12:32pm: If you're open to receive another opinion though, I'd say the second one.

You blinked your eyes and kept staring at the text. Not gonna lie, that did something to your heart. You felt butterflies in your stomach.

[y/n] 12:35pm: oh alright thanks

[yoongi] 12:37pm: np:)

≫∘❀♡❀∘≪

[hobi] 5:56pm: hey I’m downstairs

[y/n] 5:56pm: give me two mins i’ll be down

[hobi] 5:56pm: okay I’m waiting

You quickly fix your hair, put on your wedges and give yourself a quick glance in the mirror before leaving your apartment.

You are going to go to Jimin's party with Hoseok today. It’s been a while since you last met him considering his sudden trip to Chicago for two weeks.

Stepping out of the apartment entrance, you saw Hoseok leaning against his silver BMW. He didn’t notice you as his eyes were too focused on his phone.

“Hobi!” You beam, running up to him.

“Hey Y/N!” He beams back, trapping you into a bear hug.

“You look nice.” He compliments, eyeing your blue jean shorts and black off shoulder crop top which show off your belly piercing and sharp collarbones.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” You retort, eyeing his white shorts and blue striped shirt.

“I never look bad.” He states whilst adjusting the shades resting on his head, making you roll your eyes.

“Anyways, how was Chicago?” You ask.

“It was amazing! I met a girl there actually.” He answers, making your eyes widen.

“Oh my god what!” You exclaim, causing him to let out a chuckle at your reaction.

“I’ll tell you on the way, get in the car first or we’ll be late.” He remarks, already walking towards the driver seat.

“Oh yea let’s go.” You say, opening the car door and settling yourself in.

Once he starts driving, your curiosity grows bigger.

“So?” You start, staring at his side profile.

“So what?” He asks, taking a quick glance at you before staring back at the road. You know he knows exactly what you’re referring to.

“Jung Hoseok.” His name comes sternly out your mouth.

“Fine fine, her name is Aera. She's actually Korean and is currently studying at a law school in Chicago. She still has a year to go and then she’ll come back.”

“Stop, that's so cool. So you’ll wait till she comes back?” You curiously ask.

“Yeah we both seem to like each other and we’ve been talking ever since I got back.” He shyly replies.

“Hobi, that’s great! Omg I'm so happy for you.” You squeal as he thanks you before turning on some music.

“To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I’d be available to pick you up tonight so I was going to tell Yoongi to bring you along with him.”

“Wait. Yoongi’s coming?” You ask, horror evident in your eyes.

“Of course we’re all friends, he’s Jimin's friend too, did you forget?” He laughs, eyes still focused on the road.

Great, just great. Now you have to face him after accidentally sending him your pics. Can this get any worse and embarrassing? You know you had to face him on Monday for work but within 5-6 hour after the incident…

After about 15 minutes, you see Hoseok pulling up at a parking lot with a huge mansion behind it.

Jimin lives here what the fuck!

“This isn’t Jimin's house, it's his family farm house.” Hobi confirms, as if he read your mind.

“Oh I see, it’s really pretty.” You mumble.

“It is. Now quit staring at it and let’s go in, I'll finally introduce you to Taehyung as well,” he says, making you nod. You follow him to the door and watch him ring the bell. When the door opens, the two of you are greeted by Jimin himself.

“Hoseok! Hey bro.” Jimin pulls Hoseok into a hug before turning towards you.

“Y/N hey! Glad you made it, it's been a while huh?” He exclaims, reaching in for a hug which you gladly accept.

“It sure has, thank you for inviting Jimin.” You beam a smile at him.

“Of course anytime, we’re friends now.” He smiles in return.

“But she’s my best friend.” Hoseok speaks in between, making you playfully hit his shoulder.

“Yeah yeah anyways, come in and make yourself at home.” Jimin says, guiding the two of you inside.

As soon as you step in, you are hit by the smell of alcohol as the song Uptown Funk by Bruno Mars blasts loudly through the speakers. Of course the first thing you notice is the beautiful interior of the house, you were amazed by it. Then you notice people scattered all around the house.

Jimin takes it upon himself to lead you and Hoseok to the backyard even though Hobi seemed to know the way. Once you reach, you see many more bodies dancing around, drinking, smoking, making out and playing in the pool.

“The bar is right there, you can get whatever you want. Please enjoy and don’t hesitate to ask for anything else, I'll be around.” Jimin says, pointing at the bar where people were sitting and bartenders were serving drinks.

Jimin definitely seems rich. I mean, his family owns Park Motels after all.

“Yeah, till everyone actually gets here at least. We all know you’d be hooking up with someone soon Jimin.” Hoseok snickers whilst you press your lips together to try to hold in your laugh.

“Shut up! Don’t embarrass me like that. Geez don’t listen to him Y/N.” Jimin replies.

“It’s totally fine Jimin, it’s your party of course you’ll enjoy.” You assure.

“See! Y/N is so kind, not judging me unlike someone else here,” he says, glaring at Hoseok to which he responds by rolling his eyes.

“Hey Jimin!” the three of you look back to see Namjoon, Seokjin, Jungkook, Yoora and this other man you don’t think you’ve ever met walking towards you.

Maybe he’s Taehyung?

“Hey guys!” Jimin and Hoseok beam as Yoora comes and hugs you.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you again.“ Seokjin politely says as Namjoon agrees and passes his dimple smile towards you.

“Likewise. How are you guys?” You ask.

“Perfectly fine. How about you?” The two say in return.

“I’m fine too.” You smile and wave at Jungkook who waves back.

“Oh and I believe you two haven’t met. Y/N this is Taehyung and Taehyung this is Y/N.” Jimin adds, pointing towards the man you’d assume was Taehyung indeed.

“Hey, I’ve heard a lot about you Y/N,” his deep ocean-like voice speaks as he motions his hand forward to you. You blink your eyes and immediately shake his hand.

He looks so dreamy and handsome.

“I could say the same Taehyung, nice to meet you.”

Soon enough, the 6 boys are chatting amongst themselves and you quietly start whispering to Yoora beside you, “How the hell are his friends so good looking?”

“I don’t know. Well let’s see, Namjoon and Seokjin have a girlfriend while me and Jungkook are together so Jim—“

“Really!” You exclaim louder than you thought, once knowing two of them have girlfriends. This makes the 6 men snap their heads towards you and Yoora.

“Any problem girls? You okay Y/N?” Namjoon asks.

“Uh yeah actually, me and Y/N are going to head to the pool now, is that fine?” Yoora asks, hooking her arm under yours.

“Of course have fun! The changing room is right there.” Jimin says, pointing to a door beside the glass window leading into the house.

“Got it thanks!” Yoora beams before holding your hand and dragging the two of you towards the change room. Of course after making sure she gives Jungkook a quick peck on his lips and cheek.

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You can feel the gazes being thrown at you. You’re not even complaining because damn right you look sexy and amazing tonight. Yoora told you a thousand times before the two of you stepped out of the changing room seconds ago.

Making your way towards the pool, you already see Hoseok and his friends in there, shirtless. You look away spotting Jimin making out with a girl in a hot pink bikini only to find Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook talking to one another in the corner while Namjoon and Seokjin were each talking to a girl. Maybe it’s their girlfriends.

When you get into the pool, Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook swim towards you and Yoora, making sure to splash some water your way on purpose. As a reflex, the two of you bring your hands forward to block the water and look to the side.

“My girls are looking sexy.” Hoseok beams, snaking his arms around your bare waists. The two of you don’t mind knowing it’s just Hoseok and the three of you are very much comfortable with each other. I mean, you’ve practically known each other for twenty years now.

“Don’t we always.” You two retort as Hobi gives you both the ‘as if, I've seen you at your worst’ look.

“Anyways, we are going to start beach volleyball in the pool, wanna join?” Taehyung asks in between.

“We’d love to!” The two of you exclaim and so everyone gathers up to play.

After two long hours of playing around and having fun in the pool, You and Yoora decide to come out and dry yourselves up. You received a few drinks in the pool but the two of you needed to sit down to talk whilst enjoying another nice drink.

The two of you dry yourselves up in the change room before running towards the bar stools. You make sure to wear shorts over your one piece before you do though.

“One Margarita for me!” Yoora exclaims before turning to you, telepathically asking what you’d like.

“I’d like the same,” you respond, making the bartender nod and leave to get your drinks ready.

They served it in just seconds, wow.

“So how was lunch with Jungkook's parents?” You start, clinking your glass with hers.

“Oh my god I was literally nervous for no reason, they were like the sweetest people ever,” she coos.

“Really, that’s amazing! Still can’t get over how gorgeous you look tonight by the way. I bet Jungkook won’t be able to keep his hands to himself, not that he was in the pool anyways.” You tease your best friend who showed up in a yellow and purple two piece, paired with an off the shoulder, floral white dress to go over it.

As if on cue, Jungkoook makes his way over to the two of you and stands beside Yoora.

“Hey Y/N! Can I steal her from you for a bit?” He asks whilst licking his lips.

“Of course, take her for as long as you want. Have fun you two.” You sheepishly grin, glancing between the two and notice Yoora glaring at you while Jungkook stands there with a smirk plastered on his face.

“Oh we will, thanks.” Jungkook replies, eyeing your best friend before snaking a hand around her waist and taking her inside.

As soon as Yoora and Jungkook leave, you order another drink and patiently sit there while staring at the crowd. Half of them are in the pool and the other half are dancing.

“Mind if I join you?” Your eyes widen as you immediately jerk your head up to see Yoongi staring down at you.

“Uh no not at all,” you respond, fidgeting with the glass of red wine the bartender had just served to you.

“Great. A single malt scotch whiskey please,” he orders, taking a seat on the stool beside you which was previously occupied by Yoora.

For a moment you both sit there in silence while taking sips of your drinks. From the corner of your eyes, you feel Yoongi's eye on you so you slowly move your head to take a glance at him.

“Do you have something to say?” You ask, trying your best not to stutter knowing you are under his sharp gaze.

“Yes well, we have a meeting on Thursday, just a reminder.” He states to which you quietly nod.

“Right. Thanks for remin—“

“Y/N! Yoongi! Come on, don't sit around, let’s go dance.” Hoseok excitedly exclaims as he wraps his arms around the both of you before dragging you two to the dance floor.

Hoseok twirls you around before showing off some moves of his own. Taehyung being the gentleman he is, greets you before grasping your hand to sway you around a few times. You laugh and find yourself dancing along to the music. Such a nice and fun guy.

Yoongi stands there watching the three of you, well mostly you. Unknowingly he feels his heart racing. It was something about your exposed legs, collarbones, the belly piercing and wet hair. You look beautiful under the neon lights flashing over your face, swaying your hips perfectly to match the rhythm.

Soon enough, many more bodies start to join, making the space become tighter. Yoongi then realizes that your body was now pressed against his. Your hands are resting on his shoulder in need of support while his hands just stay by his side, not daring to touch you.

The two of you find yourselves lost in an intense eye lock. The loud music blasting in the background, starts fading away as Yoongi finds it harder to resist himself.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Yoongi growls, not taking his eyes off you as you don’t either.

“Like what?” You mumble, enough for him to hear. You make sure to squeeze his shoulders and biceps before slowly trailing one of your hands down to his chest. You don’t know where you got this sudden confidence from but you’re going to blame the alcohol for it.

“Fuck you’re gonna regret this,” he mumbles back, lightly flicking his tounge over his lips which you find super hot. You feel intoxicated with the tone of his voice, his strong breezy cologne and his not so minty but alcohol scented breath.

Your bodies are pressed against each other yet his hands are still not touching you. It was driving you crazy. He was driving you crazy.

You didn’t want to but you find yourself breaking the intense eye contact before moving your eyes down to his wet plump lips. You take your index finger and slowly trace it down his Adam's apple which you watch go up and down, indicating how hard he gulped from your movement.

“Y/N.” he warns. His voice, low and stern.

You look back up to meet his eyes, only to see them glued onto your lips. You were so desperate to have them pressed against his pink wet ones that you didn’t care about anything else at this point. In a swift moment, you grab his collar, pull him closer to you and smash your lips onto his.

Your eyes shut close as you feel Yoongi's lips perfectly mould into yours as if they’re only made for you. They were warm and soft just like how you’d imagine.

That’s where you finally feel one of his arms wrap around your waist and the other around your back with his hand tangled up in your damp hair. You secure your arms around his neck and slowly guide your fingers up to play with his long fluffy hair.

When you feel his hands move down to your hips giving it a little squeeze, you almost yelp and immediately pull out from the kiss.

Fuck you just kissed Yoongi.

He slowly caresses your cheeks and lightly brushes his thumb over your lips.

“You wanna take this upstairs,” he whispers, making you nervous. You may have planned on getting laid tonight but certainly not by Yoongi.

Yoongi feels your uneasiness and sighs. “Only if you’re okay with it. I’m not going to force you Y/N. We can forget whatever happened if you think this was a mist—“

“No!” You exclaim.

“I…I just…fuck. Okay fine let’s go!” You stutter and whine, being all frustrated with yourself. You know you’re overthinking but this might only be a one night thing and nothing else.

Right?

“Y/N once again I’m not—“

“Yoongi, I want you,” you cut him off, looking him in the eyes. You see them go dark with the same lustful gaze he held before the kiss. He clutches your hand and walks the two of you past the sweaty bodies to get in the house. From the corner of your eyes, you spot Taehyung and Hoseok happily dancing amongst the crowd.

They didn’t see the kiss, thank god.

Once Yoongi’s free hand slides open the glass door to enter the house, he leads you up the stairs as you mindlessly follow behind. He comes to a halt in front of the furthest door from the stairs and opens it, gesturing for you to step in.

Once you do, you feel his grip on your hand go loose as he leaves it to lock the door with his broad back facing you. When he turns around, he pauses and stares at your figure for a brief second before moving closer. He snakes his arm around your waist and quickly yanks you towards him so that both of your hands are pressed against his chest.

“You’ve been driving me insane all night Y/N,” he whispers, giving your hips a light squeeze.

“Could say the same Mr. Min,” you tease, knowing damn well how much he hates it when you call him that.

“Fuck Y/N, you sure you want this?” he asks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yes.” You breathe out.

“Are you clean baby?” He asks while opening the drawer beside you with one hand, possibly searching for a condom.

“Yes and I'm on pills so no need to look for a condom.” You assure, deeply staring into his dark orbs before locking lips with him again.

This time it was more rough and rushed. Both your tongues fighting for dominance and teeth clashing, leading into a messy make out session. His hands roam all over your body as yours begins to unbutton his black shirt and slide it off his built arms.

You yelp when he lifts you up and gently places you on the bed, hovering over you. Your hands make their way from touching his bare upper half to the back of his neck as you both continue to salivate each other’s lips.

“Yoongi please,” you whine, pulling out of the steamy kiss.

“Please what? I need words princess.” He speaks in a husky tone, making you even more weak and wet than you already were.

“Please touch me. Please fuck me, I need you in me.” You beg, receiving a quick low chuckle from him.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you senseless hm?” He says, slowly caressing your thighs.

“Yes please.” You plead.

“Tell me exactly what you need then.” He demands.

“Need your dick in me fuck Yoongi just—mmph.” Your whining gets cut off by his lips that smash onto yours once again whilst his cold veiny hands begin to trace all your curves.

“Can I?” He pants, playing with the hem of your shorts. You nod and he immediately slides them off, throwing them somewhere on the ground.

He goes down to your thighs and spreads them apart, leaving wet kisses around the inner part before eyeing your clothed area. You were still in your one piece.

Yoongi hovers back up to lean over your face, gently holds your head and lifts your upper half off the bed so that you’re smug in arms. He unties the knots on the back of your one piece before sliding the straps off from both sides and completing discarding it from your body. Yoongi eyes your naked figure from head to toe and bites his lips before leaning down to your neck.

“I always knew you’d be beautiful in and out.” He whispers, biting your earlobe before leaving a trail of wet butterfly kisses from your neck, down to your pussy. You shudder at the feeling.

“So fucking wet for me aren’t you princess?”

“Hmm only for you, now take this off,” you mumble, pointing at his pants as you can already see how hard he is. Yoongi immediately obeys and takes it off along with his boxers, letting his hardened cock spring free. You almost gasp seeing his length, he was huge.

“Like what you see baby?” He smirks.

Fuck you want him. You want him so bad!

“Yoongi go on alread—shit!” You whimper, feeling his cold fingers rubbing circles over your clit.

“Need to stretch you out first.” He says, inserting two long fingers inside you.

“Yoongi oh my god.” You cry out in pleasure, pulling him closer.

“You like that baby?” He asks, groaning when you clench tightly around his digits.

“Yes Yoon— '' You moan out as he quickens his pace, fucking his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt. When you feel your orgasm approaching, you squeeze his arm.

“Fuck im so close,” you hiss as he hums in response before pulling his fingers completely out of you.

“Yoongi why’d you pull out!” You whine, feeling the sudden emptiness of his fingers in you while you were close to finishing.

“Cause I want you to cum all over my cock.” He responds, palming his member and stroking it before positioning it to your entrance.

He looks at your naked frame beneath him to ask for consent, to which you eagerly nod. When he enters your wet heat, the two of you let out a deep groan and whimper.

“Shit! You’re still so fucking tight baby. Should’ve eaten you out too,” he groans, feeling the burn as every inch of him stretches your walls to their limit.

“Fuck Yoongi, just move already.” You plead, extremely aroused by the dirty words he was throwing at you.

He is quick to oblige and nods before thrusting into you slowly. Once he catches his pace, you become a moaning mess under him. His name being the only thing coming out of your mouth while you grip his hair and sheets tightly. Yoongi loved it, loved feeling you squirm and be a mess under him, loved the sound of both your skins slapping filling the room while you chant his name over and over again. It was like music to his ears.

“You feel so fucking good baby.” He groans, using one of his hands to play with your hardened nipple before latching his mouth on, to suck it.

“Fuck Yoon you’re so good, shit right there.” You moan, rolling your eyes back while gripping Yoongi’s hair tighter as you feel him hit your g-spot. You only earn yourself a low groan from him.

“Shit shit shit so close Yoon fuck!” Yoongi hates to admit it but the way you were calling him ‘Yoon’ was making him go crazy.

“Fuck, you’re gonna cream my cock princess yea?” He asks gritting his teeth, nearly pulling out all the way before slamming back into you again.

“Yes! Please go faster!” You shriek, bucking your hips forward to feel him more.

“Faster? shit you’re making me go crazy Y/N.” Something about the way he said your name along with the amount of pleasure he was giving you almost made you dizzy.

“Gonna cum Yoongi!” You screech, shutting your eyes tight as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach again.

“Will cum all over my cock like the good girl you are?” He emphasizes each word with controlled thrusts.

“Yoongi yes fuck, please just— cant hold it.” you cry out.

“Cum for me then.” He murmurs, leaving a sloppy kiss near your jawline before pulling out of you to let you cream his cock. You wince and cry out at the feeling as your orgasm washes over you.

Yoongi surprises you when he gives your slit a nice long lick. “Just wanted to taste you,” he beams, plopping his sweaty figure beside you.

“You didn’t cum,” you remark, sitting up as your chest still heaves up and down.

“It's fine.” He mutters, still lying down as beads of sweat drip down his chest and forehead.

“No it’s not, you’ve been working so hard for the exhibition, I think you deserve a treat Mr. Min.” You retort, looking down at him and giving his veiny cock a nice deep stroke.

“Fuck, I told you not to call me that but you’re right, I do deserve a treat. Think you can give me a head?” He jerks up, brushing his hand through his hair.

“I’d love to, Mr. Min.” You respond, your tongue reaching down to lick his pink tip, precum already leaking from it with your own cum smeared over as well.

“Don’t fucking tease baby.” He grunts. You dip your head down and take him in your mouth, moaning at the sensation as Yoongi tries to fight back a moan himself. You swirl your tongue around a bit before bobbing your head up and down to suck him off and take as much of him as you can. Only Yoongi knows how pretty you look right now and he’d do anything to see you like this for the rest of his life.

“Fuck you’re taking me so well princess.” He hisses, gripping your hair and moving it out your face so that it wouldn’t be in your way. It only makes you suck him harder.

He groans and throws his head back, “Not gonna last long fuck.”

After giving him a few more sucks, you feel his dick twitch in your mouth. You knew he’d cum anytime soon so you already prepared yourself.

“Shit, gonna cum.” He curses before shooting his hot cum straight down your throat. When you pull out, you start coughing and your eyes were glistening with tears.

“Shit sorry, are you okay?” Yoongi apologizes, worriedly reaching down to cup your face.

“I’m good, just tired.” You tell him with an amused smile.

“Let’s get you cleaned okay.” He says, pecking your forehead and lifting you off him to lay you down on the bed.

Was this the same man a few minutes ago?

You watch Yoongi wear his boxers and go into the bathroom to bring a damp towel in order to clean you up. Once he is done, he gives you his black button up to wear and tucks you in bed before slipping under the sheets, right beside you.

“Yoongi if we sleep here, I'll need to tell Hoseok not to wait for me.” You mutter, instantly realizing and moving closer to Yoongi's body so that you are facing him.

“I’ll text him, don't worry, just sleep okay.” He replies, cuddling you while playing with your hair.

“Don’t tell him that we—“

“No way I would, I'll never hear the end of it.” He adds, to which you both let out a chuckle.

“Thank you for tonight, goodnight Yoongi.” You wish him, eyes closed as you’re already half asleep in his embrace.

Yoongi smiles and mutters back, “night princess,” before falling into deep slumber himself.

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It’s been 3 months since that night. Neither you nor Yoongi had the time to talk about that certain topic or anything else other than work. Things had been really hectic and busy with the exhibition being just around the corner. In fact, It was going to be held tomorrow so you were really nervous yet excited at the same time.

You were seated on your kitchen counter stool, skimming through some details on the designs you will be presenting tomorrow, when you hear a sudden knock on the door. You sigh and walk over to open it, only to find Yoongi standing there.

“Hey Yoon—“

“We need to talk.” He says in a serious tone, making you worried. You let him in and close the door behind you.

“Is the display fine? Should I change anything? All the designs are okay right? Did something happe—?'' Before you could say anything more, he cuts you off.

“I can’t anymore.” He mumbles, staring at the floor.

“Cant what Yoongi? Are you okay?” You worriedly ask him, trying to catch a glimpse of his face.

“Fuck I just— I think I’m in love with you.” He confesses, looking up at you. You were too stunned to speak at the moment. The two of you stand there in silence for a few seconds, if only he knew how fast your heart was racing right now.

“You’re what?” You question him, making sure whatever you just heard was right.

“I’m in love with you. I know we haven’t gotten the chance to talk much after that night but I can’t stop thinking about you. I was actually attracted to you from the beginning and I slowly started liking you as a friend and a colleague but that night, I just knew I liked you more than that. So can we like…you know, will you be my girlfriend?” He nervously confesses.

“Is Mr. Min nervous?” You tease him, flashing him an amused smile.

“Y/N. I'm serious.” He almost whines. Seeing such a side of Yoongi apart from his cold demeanour that he has when working makes you so happy and giddy.

“Well, I’d love to be your girlfriend.“ You giggle in response as he stands there in shock.

“Yoongi,” you call out. He hums in return, eyes boring into yours.

“Just kiss me already goddamn it.” You whine, tugging on his shirt collar so that you could press your lips against his.

When your lips meet one another, It starts off as a slow passionate kiss which gradually turns into a rather hungrier one. Yoongi being Yoongi, squeezes your ass and tumbles you both over onto your couch so that he is hovering over you.

“How about you pay me back for borrowing some sugar that day, by letting me taste your sweet little cunt.”

“Oh my g— Yoongi!” You widen your eyes and lightly slap his arm. How did he go from being a stuttering mess to being so confident?

“Oh come on, I know you’d love it.” Yoongi mumbles, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I would but I love you more.” You giggle pecking his cheeks.

“Not more than how much I love you though,” he retorts, pecking your lips and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“Tomorrow is a big day.” You whisper, hooking your arms around his nape.

“I know, but you did amazing. You worked so hard on this and I loved all the designs and presentations you gave.” He replies, gently holding your hand and rubbing circles over your knuckles.

“You’re just saying that because you like me.” You retort, making him lean up to face you.

“This is part of the reason why I actually started liking you baby, I couldn’t be more proud of you.”

“I should be the one saying how proud I am of you. You worked even harder on this than me. You even skipped meals and went home at like 2 am,” you respond, brushing your fingers through his scalp.

“Oh, were you observing me princess?” He asks you in a teasing manner.

“Hmm couldn’t stop staring at my handsome and hot neighbour. No wait, I mean boss, or is it colleague? Or should I say boyfriend.” You reply, not even denying it.

“Whichever you like,” he chuckles in response before getting off of you and lifting you up in bridal style.

“Yoon what are you do—“

“Getting you to bed. We need to get some good sleep to survive tomorrow.” He states, walking to your bedroom and placing you on the bed.

“Nice room.” He compliments whilst looking around. He’s an interior designer himself, of course he’d say something about it.

“Thank you, wanna stay over?” You ask, reaching to the side to turn off the lights from your bedside table.

“Would love to.” He responds, sliding under the sheets beside you. You switch off the lights, embrace yourselves in each other’s arm and fall into deep slumber.

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The next day, your morning was occupied with last minute touch ups needed to be done for the designs. You kept wondering how your boyfriend was putting up with everything. When the two of you were having breakfast, he informed you that his parents were going to drop by as well. The news had made you even more nervous than you already were. I mean, the two of you just started dating yesterday and you were already going to meet his parents.

Anyways, the overall day went by really fast and fairly well. The exhibition went smoothly and a lot of people showed up including your parents, Hoseok, Yoora, their parents and Hoseok’s friends. When you met Yoongi's parents, they were really nice and looked so happy to meet you. When you told your parents, they weren’t even surprised, especially your mom.

“I knew you two would have something going on, the moment I saw him at your place that day.” These were the exact words your mom had uttered to you with Yoongi by your side.

Hoseok, Yoora and the others were very surprised. Jungkook and Jimin obviously couldn’t keep their mouths shut and exposed Yoongi by telling you how he kept asking them for some girl's advice.

“Never knew you’d be into Yoongi but at least we can go on double dates now.” Yoora had whispered to you.

“Can’t believe that even when you and Yoongi would talk to me everyday, I couldn’t figure it out.” Hoseok had beamed.

You are currently in Yoongi’s black Palisade, on your way back home from the restaurant Yoongi's father had made a reservation for. It was a fun day and nice dinner with both your families and friends. Both your parents got along very well.

You were staring out the window, recalling all the events of today when you suddenly feel Yoongi’s cold hand on your thigh.

“You know my offer from yesterday still stands.” He says, making you frown.

“What are you talking about?” You question him.

“Don’t act so innocent baby, you know what I’m talking about.” Once he states that, you knew exactly what he was referring to.

“Yoon, I already paid you back.” You reply, deciding to tease him and stretch out the conversation a bit.

“Hm, but that wasn’t enough.” He retorts.

“What do you mean I gave ba—“

“You made me fall for you. Never knew I'd fall for the girl that showed up at my apartment late at night to borrow some sugar. You stole my heart so make up for that.” He claims, looking at you when the traffic lights turn red. Your eyes immediately soften.

“I love you so much.” You confess, leaning in for a quick kiss before the lights turn green again.

“I love you too.” He responds, kissing you back before you pull out and properly sit back on your seat.

“Also, I’d like to accept your offer Mr. Min.” You assert, intertwining your fingers with his as his hand was still resting on your thigh.

“Oh my love, I hope you know you’re in for a long night then.” He smirks, squeezing your hand and taking a glance at you. You look away being all flustered so he wouldn’t notice you turning red.

Hi!

I’m fairly new to tumblr but I have a story I’m looking for and I hope someone sees this and can possibly help me out. 🥰

Do you know a place to find different I'm trying to find this jk short/Drabble where the reader is a vet/doctor and jk & Joon are on a hike and find a wolf that was hit. So jk calls reader and says it's a dog. It's a friends to sorta lovers. Fluff Jungkook x reader.

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two types of flowers in these pics

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Heyy im a new writer here on tumblr and i write for kpop idols!!

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Heres what kind of genres i'll be writing for: Fluff, Angst, Smut and many more‼

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CALLING ALL TEEN WRITERS/ARTISTS!

Hello :) I’m Nicki. I’m 14, 15 this year. Just incase you wanted to know.

You might be wondering what this post is for but I hope you’ll read this to the end because this will be super short! I always wanted to start a blog that’ll aspire people. Make them smile. So my plan is to gather writers from all around the World to write with me! Make people smile with me!

My plan for this blog is honestly filled with diverse ideas. From Fanfiction, Essays about our society, Illustrations on almost everything. *Not giving everything out*

And once everything is planned out, we could make our blog and work on it!

-How to join or apply-

1) Message me on @minimalista-amor

2) A short essay/story of your choice. If you’re applying as an artist, then you obviously have to submit your artwork.

3) And please introduce yourself:)

I hope we can create an BLOG THAT’LL GET RECOGNISED!

Thanks so much to everyone who has followed this blog so far! 💜 Your likes, reblogs and comments mean so much! I made this blog at the end of last year as lover of BTS and writing, and wanted it to be my creative outlet, and I already love the community it has opened me up to.

I have a list of prompts, and will try and write as much as a can. However, I am doing my Honours at uni this year, so I don’t know how frequent I’ll be able to update. Lack of motivation to write and perfectionism is also a downfall for me 😅

[8:54 PM]

imagine taehyung wrapping his arms around you and pouting so that you’ll stay the night

[3:05 PM]

spending a day in bed with jin, where cheesy romcoms play in the background. neither of you pay attention to it as your lips slowly dance across each other’s, savoring each kiss before he has to leave once again.

BTS REACTION to you showering with a hot water

You and your boyfriend are showering together (nothing sexual) and the water is too cold for you ,so you turn the handle to the other side. Few seconds after the hot water starts running. This is your boyfriend's reaction.

Jin

*the water is running down on his face and Jin screams*

"AGH! MY FACE! MY WORLDWIDE HANDSOME FACE!"

Suga

*leaves the shower immediately*

J Hope

"Agh! Y/N! You want to cook me?!"

RM

"Ah ,I now know why you are always so red after taking shower." He says ,starts laughing and slips on a wet floor.

Jimin

He loves it! You two would be there until your skin is tomato red and burnt. You and Jimin would be just two little cute red tomatos.

V

"NO NO NO! Turn it back!"

Jungkook

*enjoys it with you*