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➳ FOREVER, WE ARE YOUNG

╰ a story in which everyone is a poor college kid, min yoongi is a pianist who never seems to sleep, and you are a plucky young art student with some more-than-eccentric neighbors…

pairing: pianist!yoongi x art student!reader (feat. photographer!taehyung)

genre: sm au, fluff, humor

status: completed

series: hobiverse masterlist

a/n: hey guys!! this was my first au so it’s a little bit softer and less crackhead-y than a lot of my writing now lol, but I hope you still enjoy it!! x

the story has been re-edited up to the star *

🎹 part 1 - profiles

🎹 part 2 - milk thief

🎹 part 3 - respecting women

🎹 part 4 - apology dinner

🎹 part 5 - our fallen brother

🎹 part 6 - gathering nutrients

🎹 part 7 - important business

🎹 part 8 - but lowkey

🎹 part 9 - bible study

🎹 part 10 - power rangers x ninja turtles *

🎹 part 11 - inconspicuous groupchat

🎹 part 12 - replaced

🎹 part 13 - saint hobi

🎹 part 14 - y/n & the bois

🎹 part 15 - turtles all the way down

🎹 part 16 - call me cupid

🎹 part 17 - weasel

🎹 part 18 - absolute buffoons

🎹 part 19 - poptarts

🎹 part 20 - ignore the turkey

🎹 part 21 - the jig is up

🎹 part 22 - ghost busters

🎹 part 23 - for her

🎹 part 24 - clingy boy

🎹 part 25 - the tundra™️

🎹 part 26 - ramen

🎹 part 27 - oof

🎹 part 28 - wolves

🎹 part 29 - the sport of kings

🎹 part 30 - the phattest uwu

🎹 part 31 - crouching tiger

🎹 part 32 - [blocked]

🎹 part 33 - beach bois

🎹 part 34 - (coming soon)

🎹 part 35 - just like shrek

🎹 part 36 - too many dads

🎹 part 37 - get your mans

🎹 part 38 - brb crying

🎹 part 39 - vine ain’t dead

🎹 part 40 - epilogue

:: bonus part - postlogue

Thoughts Of You Keep Me Awake At Night

(Insomniac! Yoongi x Roommate! Reader)

Summary: You really try to ignore the less than platonic feelings that you have for your roommate but he hardly makes it easy when he stumbles into your room at three am asking for cuddles

Word Count: 2.1K

Tags: Insomnia, mild Angst, Yoongi x reader, roommate! au, Best friends to lovers, Hurt/comfort, Anxiety mention, Fluff

Authors Note: THIS IS A HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRESENT FOR MY FAVORITE TUMBLR BUT PEACHY 🍑 🍑 🍑 🍑 🍑  @peeachypop HAPPY 23 BIRTHDAY MY DUDE- I had a hard time choosing between Namjoon and Yoongi for you (and then I was like what if I did both Namjoon and Yoongi) but then this came to me in the depths of my jet lag so here you go .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡(❁´◡`❁)｡.｡:+*

ALSO WOW THIS IS A LITTLE AANGSTY JESUS

“Yoongi?” the sound of your bedroom door opening wakes you from your slumber. Not that you really mind; it’s either very late Saturday or early Sunday morning and there is still plenty of time to sleep. Which is why the appearance of your best friend and roommate Yoongi at your bedroom door is even more perplexing. 

If there’s one thing you’ve learned about Yoongi, since you first became his friend all those years ago and moved in with him 6 months ago, it’s that the boy loves his sleep. Its one of the many reasons why you mesh well actually; most nights you’d both rather nap then go out. And the majority of the time the idea getting cozy on the couch to keep out the winter chill is a more than agreeable proposition in place of hanging out with each other.  Sometimes you watch TV to distress, sometimes you talk, sometimes one of you falls asleep (on his shoulder, or him with his head in your lap) and the other pretends to watch the TV and shoves down the urge to run their hands through the other’s hair. 

That’s always how you and Yoongi have been- friends with more than friends feelings for each other. 

How well you get along Is one of the many reasons why he asked you to move in with him last summer when he finally decided to move out of the dorms with the boys (Not that he doesn’t still love them- it was just time for him to get his own place). 

The lease on your apartment was up- and you where looking at a place on the other side of the city- an abhorrent distance that would make daily hangouts a chore if not non existent (and Yoongi didn’t want to lose you) so he looks at a 2 bedroom place and asks you to move in with him. 

you always suspect he hides the actual price of rent from you- because there’s no way what little he asks of you is half the rent. The floor to ceiling windows in the nicer part of town do just a little to win you over, but in the end, it’s the proximity to your best friend that makes you agree.

You both mesh well together. And you’d be lying if you said your mind didn’t occasionally drift to ideas of how well you could get along if you were more than friends. But most of the time you care too much about your friendship to even consider perusing things further. Other times like when he invites you to one of his concerts or when he wears tight leather jackets- you have a harder time reigning in your overly imaginative heart. 

Which is why you rub your eyes a second time. Letting out a second quiet “Yoongi- is that you?” when the pale man doesn’t move from the doorway. You clear your eyes leaning in to see him. And you notice his rumpled hair from tossing and turning. His baggy flannel pajamas hang off of him. His puffy eyes are accompanied by dark circles and the dark recess turning like the tide; full of too many emotions that you can’t decipher.

In that moment with you looking up at him- Yoongi knows he shouldn’t be here. Anything that puts your friendship in jeopardy shouldn’t happen. But he can’t bear this right now- and he needs someone- but he doesn’t want just anyone- he needs you. 

“Yoongi, have you slept at all?” you ask. And he shakes his head, not trusting himself to speak just yet. You sit up Adjusting the large white tee shirt to not hang off your shoulders.

Occasionally Yoongi has insomnia. He doesn’t tell you much about it, and he’s usually sullen and snappy enough that you leave him alone until you’re sure the episode has passed knowing there’s little you can do to help him. He’s never come to you before like this. 

“Do you want me to make you some tea to help you fall asleep?” you offer with a small smile. He shakes his head once, moving a little further into the room. 

“Can I sleep with you?” he asks quietly. And it’s not like you both haven’t fallen asleep on each other a million times in front of the TV, but this, sleeping in a bed together, feels more and more like a boundary that shouldn’t be pushed. You inhale a jagged breath- and Yoongi knows what you’re gonna say before you say it. 

“Yoongi I don’t know if that’s the best ide-“

“I know we’re just friends but please- I don’t think I can be alone right now and I think I-“ I need someone to hold me he wants to say but the words are caught in his throat and Yoongi can’t finish the sentence. to you his voice usually so controlled sounds raw and untethered. Yoongi certainly looks astray- where he shifts uneasily from foot to foot like he might bolt in a second if you say the wrong thing. 

It was so stupid of him to ask this he thinks to himself- he should just go back to his own room before you reject him further. You just rub your eyes blearily for a second- then finally drag back your duvet and scoot over to make a space for him in your bed next to you. 

He climbs into bed quickly- worried that you’ll turn him away. Your messed up hair sticks up in tufts, mused from tossing in your sleep. He never thought he’d get to see you like this, but right now the fact that he feels like he’s seconds away from shattering is keeping him from enjoying it. His bare feet are cold against your ankles as you scoot closer to him wrapping an arm around his cold middle. It’s the middle of winter, and the cold presses in with sharp hands. 

Normally this wouldn’t be bold, but in the darkness, it feels like it is. Yoongi is suddenly very glad that your eyes are closed- you don’t see him flush as you snuggle closer to his chest. 

“Now,” your soft voice says against the fabric of his flannel pajama shirt. “Are you gonna tell me what’s up?” with anyone else the casualness would bother him, piss him off actually, but you make him want to spill all his secrets with just a simple “what’s up.” 

Any other time he would lie and say nothing. But the slow treacherous pace of your hands smoothing up and down his back disarm him. “I got anxious,” he says softly. Your hands still on his back- and suddenly you feel wide awake- you’re suddenly aware of the fact that Yoongi is shaking slightly, his hands fisted in the back of your shirt as he trembles.

If there’s one thing you rarely talk about- it’s your emotions. You’re aware that Yoongi has struggled with depression and anxiety but you had no idea that was why he couldn’t sleep sometimes. The condition of your silence seemed imperative on keeping each other just far enough away to discourage romantic feelings.  This, by comparison, feels raw and like those boundaries never existed at all.

“What about?” you prod gently, aware that the peace right now is tenuous. The breath he lets out is uneven and uncertain. 

“Everything just builds sometimes- stress from writing songs, getting them out on time, making them perfect, being perfect, practice, sometimes I feel like I’m so stressed that the smile’s going to slide right off my face in the middle of a concert or fan sign and I’m going to ruin it all- or I’m going to fuck up the choreography- or be so busy worrying about something else that I forget a line or-“

“Yoongi” you interrupt and he waits for you to tell him that you don’t want to hear it- that you just want to sleep- that he should go because you changed your mind. But you just pull him closer and move your hands up too his hair, running them through the tangled mess and smoothing it down before rubbing your nails up against his skull. The action sends delightful shivers down his back- relaxing him, he stops shaking. 

“You’re one of the best performers and producers in the world. I don’t think any amount of mistakes in the world could destroy that. You can’t take away creative talent like that.” 

“You think I’m talented?” most day’s Yoongi wouldn’t even question a statement like that- but tonight, with his emotions so raw and His self-esteem teetering on the edge of a depressive low- those words are exactly what he needs to hear. 

“Of course I do.” You say softly holding him a little tighter. His feet aren’t cold anymore- and he’s filled the bed with the soft warmness that you get from snuggling another person- something that neither of you has gotten in so long. And on this cold night- it’s exactly what the doctor ordered. 

“Sometimes I think I’m too sad to be a rapper- if I’m not feeling normally like everyone else how can they relate to what I’m saying?” 

“I think that’s exactly why your lyrics- your writing is so important Yoongi. You give the people a voice who have none.”

“But no one else talks about it.” 

“But they should and you’re brave enough too. You have no idea how much I admire you for that Yoongi. You’re the bravest person I’ve ever met.” In the darkness of your bedroom Wrapped up in your arms. Yoongi feels anything but brave. But your words have done enough to pop his jarred pieces back into place. And right now- that’s enough to make him feel truly steady for the first time in days. 

You go quiet as Yoongi pulls you in tighter. Holding onto you like he has no intention of ever letting you go. You listen until his uneven breathing has turned steady- before you finally let yourself drift off as well. 

In the morning- when you wake you’re so deliciously warm that immediately you don’t realize what- or more accurately- who you’re currently lying on top of. You’re barely cognizant enough to realize who’s hands are running through your hair and who’s soft voice you hear, barely a grumble in the quiet morning. You feel his voice two fold Once from your ear pressed to his chest- and again as they’re said in the open. 

“Sometimes I wonder how you can get me so easily.” he swallows and continues softer. “With other people, it feels like I’m speaking gibberish whenever I talk about my emotions. But you’re the first person who’s ever understood me like this. It makes me want to love you in ways I’m sure you’d be uncomfortable with.” 

You fight to make yourself still pliant, to not seize up when you hear the words love- and somehow Yoongi doesn’t notice- though your heart is beating too fast, your breath too loud. 

“But I’m ok with just this- I’d be ok with whatever you gave me because you’ll always be enough for me.” His hand never stills on its course- rubbing back and forth over your back and head. And in that moment- you’re so comfortable that you let sleep pull you down again. Your Heart beats erratically with the thought that he loves me he loves me he loves me.

When Yoongi wakes up alone- but he’s a little too warm to think that he’s been alone for long. Your spot next to him is still a little warm. And his chest still flutters with that almost giddy feeling of having you near. He hears soft noises from the kitchen and stumbles out to see you fumbling with his fancy coffee maker (one that Jin bought him ages ago so that he didn’t spend so much money on lattes).

You smile at him- still ruffled in your white shirt and velvet sleep shorts. “Good morning!” You say cheerily, Yoongi grumbles- his words still not working so early, his mind tangled from a few hours of sleep. He twines his arms around your middle and hooks his chin over the side of your shoulder as you continue to fiddle with the steamer.

Yup- the blush that covers your cheeks is totally normal for roommates to have.  

“You stole my personal space heater,” he mumbles by way of a good morning. He can hear the smile in your words. 

“Sorry- coffee calls” he opens his eyes at that, staring down at the latte you’re working on- there’s another cup next to you that you’ve obviously tried to hide but he can see it clearly now that he can see in front of you. 

“Is that? For me?” he asks softly- because sitting there on the counter is a lattee- he can tell by the smell that it’s made just the way he likes. But what makes him flush isn’t that you’ve simply made it for him. It’s the heart drawn in chocolate syrup on the top. 

The flush that covers his cheeks is defiantly platonic? Right?

Two Opposite Poles / Yoongi

Pairing: slytherin yoongi x hufflepuff reader

Word count: 4.9k

Description: Everyone knew that you and Yoongi were completely different. You were a social butterfly with a bubbly personality. He, on the other side, was an introvert who was talented at intimidating everyone, which is the main reason you didn’t want to come in contact with a person like him. Though after the black-haired boy gets hit by a bludger, you begin to think that opposite poles might be able to attract.

A/N: Hello, everyone! This is my first ever au posted here! I usually write for myself and never post any of my work, but I’ve been so obsessed with bts x harry potter lately, and after reading a couple of aus I’ve decided to write some myself ;-; I hope you like it! If I make mistakes, please forgive me, as English is not my first language.

P.S: I forgot to save the changes for the draft and lost a good amount of this and almost started crying :’)

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You carefully took a bite out of your energy bar under your desk, praying to God that Professor McGonagall won’t see you. Lunch was just ‘round the corner, but you didn’t get to eat much at breakfast, and your stomach couldn’t take it anymore. So you took an energy bar out of your bag and started munching slowly.

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⇒ pairing: min yoongi x female reader ⇒ word count: 3k ⇒ genre: fluff ⇒ warnings: n/a ⇒ a/n: surprise!!! i needed a break from twp and this was the first thing that happened. it’s kinda short and kinda doesn’t have a plot, but whatever!!!

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— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: fluff / poly!au / mafia!au

— word count: 5.3k

— warnings: gangs, robbery, attempted harassment 

Yoongi always loved his coffee black. Until he met you.

The sweet aroma of coffee meeting his nose the second he walked into the café always made him want to vomit. But then he saw you, a new worker he hadn’t seen before and was greeted by a sweeter smile much sweeter than the smell of sugary coffee the locals were beginning to grow fond of.

“Good afternoon, may I take your orders?”

Your smile looked so precious, the way you swept your hair back from getting in the way of your face, your soft fingertips, soft lips, eyes he knew he’d fall into a daydream if he wasn’t too cautious of looking at it for too long. 

“What’s popular around here?” He asked and beside him, Hoseok blinked, wondering what in the world got his boyfriend to go against drinking his usual black coffee.

“I would recommend the caramel macchiato. It’s sweet and very delicious.”

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pairing ⟶ min yoongi x reader

summary ⟶  You’ve always thought that your college roommate Min Yoongi hated you. Turns out, he’s madly in love with you.

genre ⟶ fluff and slight (?) angst

rating ⟶ G

warnings ⟶ none

word count ⟶ 1,265

You huff as you carry some boxes up the stairs. Today, you’re starting a new chapter of your life at your dream college. You should be happy since you were able to transfer so easily but if you were going to be honest with yourself: you were scared. What if people were mean to you? What if your classes were really hard???

“Get a grip y/n, it won’t be as scary as you think.” you mutter to yourself. Soon, you reach your dorm room. “207, yep that’s me…”

You put down the boxes and open the door. Unexpectedly, you’re greeted by a frustrated man. Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you pick up the heavy boxes and set them on the empty bed. You turn to the man. “Uh…can I help you?” You ask.

The man looks up, a bit startled. You couldn’t lie to yourself - he was really attractive. He has auburn hair that was slightly disheveled and soft brown eyes. He was a bit taller than you and you could tell that he had some muscles. “Excuse me?” He questions, tilting his head to the side. God, even his voice was attractive-

You clear your throat. “Stop thirsting over the stranger.” You tell yourself. “Um…you’re kinda in my room.” He laughs, his shoulders bouncing slightly. “Oh yeah, I think you mean OUR room.”

WHAT?

This has to be a mistake…you can’t share a room with him. Wasn’t your roommate supposed to be a girl?

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pairing: min yoongi x reader

genre: tooth-rotting fluff, hogwarts au, christmas break! (does that count?)

word count: 6.6k (my brain is leaking out of my ears)

description: christmas is definitely a time of miracles, and this truce is nothing short of miraculous. 

note: this is and is dedicated to the adorable @waffleyoon as a part of @bangtan-bookclub ‘s christmas fic exchange. i’m so sorry that this is so late babe!! i’ve never done e2f2l before, but hopefully, this is good. as well as this fic, i also made you this and this! i hope you like them and that you have an awesome holiday, sornnary!!

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→ summary: for whenever you are feeling low, always remember that there is a boy you know who would lift the sky for you.

{or alternatively: Min Yoongi loves you, though he never says it. He’s always been a firm believer in that actions speak louder than any words ever could.}

→ genre: coworker!au, f2l, fluff → warnings: an overabundance of shy!yoongi to the point where you’ll want to squish his cheeks; kinda ooc but it is what it is → words: 11.5K → a/n: whaddup kids it’s ya girl… back from the dead after months of not writing shit, and what’s this owo… it’s a fluff fic?? miracles do happen… anyway i wrote this bc i just thot “man, wouldn’t it be super epic if i wrote a super self-indulgent fic where yoongi fulfills every single one of my deepest desires?” well… here is THIS!! pls feel free to scream into a pillow bc i certainly did!! enjoy!!

There is a boy you know who likes to show his kindness quietly. It would go something like this:

The air is thick with static; your hair stands up on end: a warning. The scent of raindrops hitting hot pavement graces your nostrils as a waterfall drops from the sky. You see the sea of heads begin to disappear under a canopy of multi-colored umbrellas. You, the lone ranger, rush back into the building from whence you came, dragging puddles and annoyance with you.

You should have anticipated it, should have thought to check the weather app before scrolling through dull social media posts when you left your house that morning. Instead, your fingers are left cold and umbrella-less.

You tilt your head upwards, watching as gallon upon gallon fell from the sky in an endless cycle. The watch on your wrist reads 5 PM, but the sky says it is 9 PM. The dark, swirling mass of clouds above you will continue on its thunderous parade, pausing for no one, especially not for you.

Your work bag is practically weightless, devoid of anything that might protect you from the onslaught of rain. The only thing inside is a small wallet that holds nothing more than dust and a loose promise of a paycheck. There is no way you can call a taxi like this, and the nearest bus stop is at least two blocks away. You are starting to think that your childhood dreams of becoming a mermaid hadn’t been so ridiculous after all.

Then comes the hand of God. It touches your shoulder gently, hesitantly. You turn around to face a stranger, a boy with shaggy black hair and pale moonlight skin. It is not God, but he comes close.

In his other hand is your salvation wrapped in Kumamon print nylon. It is proffered to you with a silent nod, his gaze fixed somewhere behind you as he waits for you to take it. The tips of his ears begin to redden the longer it takes for you to respond. Eventually, your brain connects with your muscles as you robotically pluck the umbrella from his grasp, a stuttered “thanks” leaving your lips.

He nods stiffly once more, removing his palm from your shoulder as though he had been burned. He shuffles for a moment, mouth opening and closing as he struggles to find the words to say. You wait, patience never waning for the strange boy that you have come to know as your salvation.

He doesn’t find the words after all. You aren’t too offended by his silence, but he appears to be mortified. And so, he leaves just as quickly as he had appeared, like a whirlwind dressed in an oversized blazer flapping behind him like wings. He runs through the rain without another thought, an arm raised above his head in a futile attempt to avoid getting wet.

You try calling out to him, wanting to thank him once more and maybe to ask how you can return his umbrella, but he is long gone. A speck of black dashing through the gray.

You clutch the umbrella closer to you, a feeling of something new growing inside of you. It is too small to call anything, but it is warm.

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Notes: Gif

“I wonder what love feels like…”

You whip your head around, stopping in the middle of the crosswalk as the rest of the crowd pulls past you. The surroundings haze as if the world is being tugged away until everything is but a picture from a distance and you are in darkness. You swear you’ve heard a voice, a warm breath tickling your ear but no one’s there. Except, you catch a moving shadow on the road and in your peripheral vision; sterling pink.

The crosswalk ticks once….twice….three times then flickers to red. The stop light flashes green and absent-minded drivers push down on the pedal, accelerating forward. And you don’t notice, standing right in front of them as a mesmerized statue.

“M   O   V   E   !” Someone shouts but you don’t react fast enough, it doesn’t register fast enough. It’s as if sound passes right past through you and it never reaches your ears. It’s as if every second is being pulled down to last days and evenings, as if millenniums have passed and you’re still in the same place.

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➜ Warnings: Mentions to mental illnesses and discussions on issues related to memory loss.

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➜ Warnings: Themes of death, depictions of fights, mentions of blood and bruises.

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