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photograph. part two

pairing : na jaemin x reader

genre : angst , fluff , best friends to almost ( not rlly ?? ) lovers , hanahaki disease au

warnings : major character death , throwing up , blood , death

word count : 3k

synopsis : so you can keep me nside the pocket of your ripped jeans holding me closer 'til our eyes meet you won't ever be alone

note : this heavily based off of ed sheeran’s song photograph !

gif not mine !!

one.

Renjun stands there in a state of shock. His mind is running in circles and he can’t help but be utterly confused and incredibly worried at this site of his best friend. Renjun was taking a walk to clear his mind after a small altercation with his dad. He didn’t expect to sit a hunched over figure behind a tree coughing up flower petals. And he definitely didn’t expect that same person to be his best friend , Na Jaemin.

“ Renjun I swear , just let me explain “ , Jaemin begged. “ Jaemin what’s happening , why are you coughing up petals ??? “ , Renjun asked worryingly in a state of confusion. Jaemin only shook his head. Though he did offer to explain , he was extremely hesitant. He didn’t want anyone to find out about his horrible yet already decided fate. Let alone have his best friend find out before his time was up. He knew it was selfish , but he sadly didn’t know what else to want. “ Jaemin please just please tell me what happening!! There’s blood everywhere. Jaemin please “ , Renjun begged and begged with salty tears down his cheeks as he had the sudden realization of what these petals truly meant. “ Don’t tell me its - “ , Renjun tried to finish his sentence but Jaemin cut him off , “ Renjun , it is. I’m sorry , I’m really fucking sorry. I don’t want to die. Renjun I want to live , I want to be happy. But I can’t. Not when fate took it’s own path “ , Jaemin said crying.

“ Jaemin who is it “ , Renjun said in the most steady voice he could. Jaemin’s eyes looked a little confused at Renjun’s question. “ Who do you love Jaemin. “ , Renjun said. “ Y/N “ , Jaemin said while looking at the pavement. He couldn’t look Renjun in the eyes because he felt guilty. He felt guilty for falling inlove with someone too early and too late at the same time. He felt as if he was in the wrong even though he was aware he truly wasn’t, no one was. He didn’t choose to love you. And he wished he hadn’t sometimes.

“ Jaemin , I’m sorry , I’m so sorry. Look , I don’t know what to do or how to fix this or how long you have left but please don’t hide this or anything regarding this from me okay ? I don’t want you to die. You can’t Jaemin , You can’t okay ? “ , Renjun said hugging Jaemin with red hot tears streaming down his face. “ Renjun what choice do I have ? Is this even curable ? And I just can’t stop loving her , you know that. Even if she did return my feelings , I wouldn’t be enough. “ , Jaemin said.

He didn’t cry saying those words anymore.

“ Jaemin , listen to me okay ? Tomorrow me and you are going to see a doctor okay ? I’m going to do what ever I fucking can. I love you okay ? “ Renjun said.

Love. Jaemin has grown to hate that word in the past couple of months. Jaemin has learned that love is a deathly disease. It is incurable if felt so deeply. Jaemin hates love. It’s the thing that gave him life and death simultaneously.

“ I love you too Jun “.

two.

Renjun had climbed into Jaemin’s window at around 10 am after texting Jaemin for the thousandth time only to see he was still asleep.

“ Wake up , we have places to be my friend “ , Renjun said smiling. He wanted to try his best to make Jaemin happy. But this was draining him too.

After about twenty minutes of Jaemin getting ready , they both finally headed to the doctors office. Jaemin wasn’t to sure about this. If he could be cured , would he even want it ? Was loving you something he wanted to give up ? After arriving at the doctors office , Renjun has signed some paper work and nudged Jaemin to take a seat. Jaemin was nervous for some reason. He didn’t know why exactly. Two or three minutes went by and Renjun had finally sat down. Jaemin noticed the way his hands were sweating, he felt bad that his friend had to watch him slowly slip away like this.

“ Na Jaemin ? “ , said the doctor while urging them to follow him. The boys got out of there seats and left the waiting room to follow the doctor to a private room.

“ So what brings you two boys here today? “ , the male said. “ Um hanahaki disease actually “ , Jaemin mustered up enough courage to say. The doctors face widened in shock , “ And which of you have it “ , he tried to calmly ask. Jaemin slowly raised his hand. “ Who do you love sir ? “ , the doctor asked while waiting for his answer. “ This girl. I’ve known her for awhile and I’ve always loved her but truly , I didn’t think it was like this. But this guy came along. He’s one of my best friends. I love him to death , dont get me wrong. But him and the girl I love hit it off. I didn’t expect this to happen and I don’t even know if this is curable “ , Jaemin sadly stated. “ It is actually “ , the doctor said with a little hope , “ but it comes with a cost. Your love for her. “ , he said. “ What do you exactly mean ? “. “ We remove the plant’s roots. But this in turn removes the capacity for romantic feelings and can also erase any feelings you had for this girl “ , he said. “ Do you want this “ , Renjun looked at Jaemin.

To be truthful , he did not. Jaemin loved you to the full extent a person could. So badly that he would let it potentially kill him. Part of him knew for the sake of his life he should give this surgery a try. But he knew deep down in his heart that he wouldn’t. How could he ? You were the soul that matched his. You completed him whether or not it was the same for you. You gave him happiness. He didn’t want that being take away from him even if it saved his life.

“ No. “ , Jaemin said firmly. Renjun’s face dropped. Of course he had expected Jaemin to be quite hesitant and potentially say no , but what he didn’t expect was for Jaemin to be so serious and certain on his answer without thinking twice. “ Jaemin what the fuck ?? Your life is on the line here “ , Renjun shouted. “ Renjun I know but- “ , Jaemin was cut off by the sound of the door slamming with an angry Renjun walking out of it.

Jaemin couldn’t be mad at him though. Firstly because he had expected this. Secondly because Jaemin would’ve done the something thing if the roles were switched. He understood how Renjun felt. Jaemin knew the reality of his decision , but Renjun couldn’t face it yet , he had hope. But was that hope really going to last ?

three.

Renjun remembers getting a call from Jaemin a day later. At first he was hesitant but he ended up answering it in the end. “ What the fuck do you want Jaemin “ , Renjun said angrily. “ Renjun let me explain please “ , Jaemin said. “ Why “ “ Why ?? Because who fucking knows if this is the last goddamn time i get to talk to you Renjun. I don’t want to leave on bad terms okay. Let me fucking explain for christ sake “ , Jaemin said obviously frustrated.

Renjun could tell that it was time he listened to what Jaemin had to say. Jaemin was right , this may be the last time he gets to talk to his best friend again. “ O- Okay “ , Renjun said. “ Listen , I love you alot Renjun. I do. And I hate myself for the decision I am making. But I still stand by it. I hate myself for having to watch you loose me. And I hate myself for seeing you have to pretend infront of everyone that you’re fine because I know you aren’t. You deserve better then this. And when I’m gone , don’t you fucking dare stop your goals. You keep going because you know thats what I want for you. I want you to be happy even if I’m not there okay ? You’re going to make it without me. I know you can. I made this decision because I’m ready to let go Renjun. I can’t let go of these feelings for her though. I told myself the day this first started all these months ago that I wouldn’t give up my love for her for anything , not even my own life. I love her okay ? So fucking much. But she doesn’t love me and that isn’t her fault. We don’t choose who we fall inlove with Renjun. But I had the choice of what to do with this love and I chose to not give it up. It has no hope. But that doesn’t matter , okay ? When I’m gone , bury me with pink carnations and my camera. Don’t forget me Renjun. I love you so much. You’ve been my best friend for as long as I can remember. But you will find other people okay ? “ , Jaemin said while crying.

Renjun didn’t know how to process this. Whatsoever. “ Jaemin I don’t what you to die. I don’t want this but I can’t stop you. I’m going to miss you so much. I’m going to make sure our favorite cafe has a picture of you hanging on the wall. I love you so much. Thank you for being my best friend. I will never forget your wishes or you okay ? “ , he replied back while crying.

Renjun and Jaemin stayed on that call for hours reminiscing on their child hood together. They were going to miss each other so much. But fate made it’s choice and whether they like it or not , it always comes true.

four.

Fate does come true , always. But this time a little earlier than expected.

It was currently 2 am and Jaemin was woken up by a painful feeling in his throat. This time it hurt ten more fucking times then ever. He rushed to the bathroom as fast as he could , only to see fully bloomed flowers coming out. It was happening. This was all to early. He cried so hard but he didn’t know what to do. So he ran. He ran as fast as he could to Renjun’s house with blood and flowers pouring out of his throat. He frantically called Renjun to come outside as quick as he could.

Renjun had opened his door to the horrific sight of Jaemin with flower petals and blood staining his skin. “ Jaemin oh my gosh “ , Renjun said bolting towards the boy. “ It’s happening , Renjun it’s happening “.

Renjun’s eyes widened and all he could do was begin to cry. “ Renjun you have to tell her. Please. “ Jaemin said while throwing up petals in Renjun’s arms. As quickly as he could , he called 911. He didn’t know what else to do. He was lucky that when he got there , the paramedics let him go with Jaemin.

All he could do as he was crying , watching his friend be ripped from him , was think about what Jaemin has said , “ You have to tell her , Please “. Renjun quickly picked up his phone and told you to get to the hospital as fast as you could.

By the time Renjun got there with the ambulance , Jaemin’s parents , You , and the others were already there. Renjun felt guilty for hiding this from everyone. But he had to as Jaemin had told him.

“ Renjun , what’s going on ?? What’s happening to Jaemin ?? Why did you call me ?? “ , you worriedly asked. “ I need to talk to you alone and in private Y/N , it’s serious “ , Renjun said sternly. You were so scared and you didn’t know why your heart had began to clench. The other boys looked concerned but let you go.

“ What’s happening to him ? “ , You asked. “ Y/N I don’t know how to say this but it was Jaemin’s wish to tell you now. He’s inlove with you. “ , Renjun said.

“ I don’t understand , what does that have to do with anything ? “ , You asked confused. “ He has the hanahaki disease. “ , He said.

It all had made sense and that broke you. He was gone because of you. Because you didn’t love him back. This was your fault.

“ This is my fault , Renjun I’m so sorry I- “ , you said crying. “ It isn’t Y/n. Jaemin told me a couple nights ago , We don’t choose whom we fall inlove with. And it’s no one fault that we fall inlove. And it is no ones fault if we can’t love them back. And Y/n , this is no one’s fault. “ , Renjun stated.

five.

After his death you had decided to break up with Jeno. You weren’t surprised that Jeno was unfazed by this. Your relationship had taken a rocky turn midway. And you both knew that you two wouldn’t last long. After Jaemin’s death , you had started to notice Jeno with a different girl. You weren’t hurt , you were happy in fact. He did deserve to be happy and you were glad he finally was. The friend group didn’t split , however you all were still grieving. You and Renjun mostly. Jeno had felt guilty for everything but everyone had assured the both of you that it was no ones fault.

You remember the funeral. You almost couldn’t attend. You remember the brown casket and the pink carnations inside. You had teared up at the sight. The very thing you loved poked thorns at his heart.

When you looked closely inside , you noticed his camera. Of course his camera was there. It had made you smile to see it. It was the one you gave him after some kids broke his previous one. That camera stored many memories of the two of you. You cherished those moments and him so incredibly much. As you stared at the camera you noticed the little photograph right beside him. It was you. You remember the warm feeling rising inside of you. It took his death to make you realize how inlove with him you were. You were to late.

six.

Two months after his death had passed and things had begun to spiral downhill for you. The realization hit you the day of his funeral that you were madly inlove with the boy who sadly once loved you. It was killing you. Petals had started to find their way out of your throat and onto your floors quite frequently. This pain that you felt was the same which Na Jaemin felt when he was so inlove with you. You knew somewhere in an alternate universe you two were together. But not in this one. In this universe you didn’t get to smile while looking at the boy who held your heart. In this universe you don’t get to live knowing you can kiss him at anytime. In the universe , flowers prick at your throat and they consume you. All while you hug the very photograph of Na Jaemin. A picture you took just 24 hours before his passing. How you wish in some life you both could be alive and inlove. But not in this one.

I'm screaming

Why do I love the pain

Petals (ft. Hoseok)

Drabble Game Prompt 18. “I shouldn’t be in love with you.”

→ hanahaki disease!au, extreme angst → 4k words (oneshot) → what happens when the surgery doesn’t work?

A/N: WOAH ok…I realized after writing this that this deserves a story talk so please read that! I hope my first Hoseok story turned out okay :) 

The lights are piercing, shining too bright for a godless day like this. The nurses wheel you into a different ward that shares the same kind of lights, and you can see in the swinging doorway the faces of your close friends and family as they smile tearfully at your weak body atop of the gurney. 

But the sight of him makes your heart clench, waving at you and hugging your mom close as he meets your gaze from a few feet away, and the overwhelming need to throw up comes again. The bitter taste of the petals are already at the back of your throat. But you swallow it down, tears pricking your eyes as you calm down your breathing and focus on the sharp smell of alcohol that fills the surgery ward.

The nurse smiles at you from under her mask, her eyes crinkling as she stops the gurney and begins preparing her tools. “It’ll be over before you even know it. You’re very brave to be doing this procedure.” You nod, as she prepares the anesthesia and puts a mask over your mouth. 

“Alright, honey, can you count backwards from twenty please?” Other doctors and surgeons fill the room, and you can see on the second floor, that a few other doctors stand over the glass paneled room, watching.

You nod, and she smiles. 

“20, 19, 18, 17, 16,” you begin, faltering as you count, “15…14…13…”

And everything goes black, the taste of flowers still bitter at the back of your throat.

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A Serpent’s Flower [1/2]

CO-WRITTEN WITH @chinnychimchim​

Words: 16.2k Genre: Fluff, Smut, Smidgen of Angst, Hogwarts!Au, ??!Au Summary: The wizarding community has learned from its past mistakes, sure, but that doesn’t mean that house rivalries aren’t still an issue. What transpires between you and a certain Park Jimin seems to go far beyond just house enmity though - it’s downright personal, and one might even say you go out of your way to torment him. But when a love potion gone awry, it may just force you to walk in his shoes.  Warnings: Male masturbation, unprotected sex, mentions of sex toys.

“That’s twenty points docked from Hufflepuff.”

The first year student begins to sob. His tears dribble down his cheeks to soak the yellow scarf around his neck. You grimace in distaste. Weaklings, the entire house is a disgrace.

But she’s not alone, however, since her housemates - third years, by the looks of their acne blemished skin and awkward, half broken voices - start to voice their protest. “H-how is that fair?!”

“Do not question my authority.” You snap back, gathering your emerald cloak about your figure in slow, deliberate movements to remind them just who they’re talking to. From your superior height, you make sure to stare down at the youngest of them with such intense disgust that even Salazar Slytherin would be proud. “Ten more points docked. Keep talking and I’ll keep going.”

The Hufflepuff children seal their lips, the younger ones diverting their eyes to the ground and the older ones glaring at you with sharpened pupils. You whip around, letting your robes slice through the air in a sharp motion as the green shade burns into the back of their vision.

“That is so not fair…”

“She h-hates us,” the other traumatised little first year is sobbing incoherently.

“You’re not wrong there,” a second year mutters back, patting the crying boy and attempting to soothe him. A Gryffindor walking past snickers under his breath and a Ravenclaw continues to bury her head in her Muggle Studies textbook.

“It’s not us she hates…” A fifth year shudders out and he looks towards the blue sky. “It’s our Head of House….”

“Professor Park.”

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I don't know how to feel right now !!!!!!!!!

* screaming internally *

Human Error

jungkook | bts » 13331 words » angst/fluff | robot!au

»  this is a repost from my old blog @seokvie ~ ^_^

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Worth Saving / hybrid!au - Hoseok

1. | Jungkook | Taehyung

Hoseok watched the call end on the screen of his phone, his heart slowly sinking as he put his phone in his back pocket. He looked around, street lights already turning on as the sun began to fall. The city was still bustling with people, weekend fun commencing as the night approached with laughter and noises of commute. All the plans he had in his head vanished after he talked to Jungkook only to find out he wasn’t going meet up with him either.

It used to be all four of them together when they were younger. Those days Hoseok had no worries; getting through school with decent grades and he had a good group of friends he wouldn’t trade for anything in the world. When the hybrids came out of course Hoseok joined in on the fun, wishing he had one like the others. He didn’t know that everyone was really going to get one when they got older.

Seokjin was the first to get his hybrids, and after that he never really came out that much like he used to. Taehyung made sure to show Cherry off to everyone before he locked himself away with her and his work. He thought he and Jungkook would stick together, Jungkook didn’t seem too interested in them when he got older. But that all went away when Taehyung surprised him with one.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want one, hybrids were highly expensive and he didn’t think they were that much to brag about. He was enjoying his simple life for now, work wasn’t that bad and he liked hanging out with his friends during his free time.   

He wished his friends had free time for him too.

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it’s all fun and games 01

( ‘till somebody loses their mind )

REPOSTED FROM MY OLD BLOG

↳ 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05

Summary | In which you and Jungkook attempt to fake a relationship for revenge and end up with a lot more than either of you expected. 

pairing: jungkook/reader genre: angst/fluff, fake dating au  word count: 4,072

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To say you are completely floored would be an understatement as you unconsciously curl your fingers tighter around the phone pressed against your ear, confusion and questions settling itself across your features as you try to put a rational thought into this situation only to come up completely short because—!

“What do you mean you’re going to be late?” You demand, trying to keep the nervous touch out your tone, but it’s hard to sound casual when your heart starts to pound a little quicker at the thought of plans not going the way you had once envisioned it to go. “You realize the only reason I’m here is because you insisted that I had to come with you!”

“I’m really sorry (Y/N)-ah!” Hoseok says from the other side of the line, at least trying to make an effort to sound apologetic. “Class ran really really late, and there’s traffic. There must have been an accident or something.”

“I knew we should have just gone together,” You huff out, high heels tapping loudly against the sidewalk pavement as you continue making your way to the restaurant. As much as you would rather simply wait around for Hoseok to arrive to the scene, the idea of just sitting in your car makes you feel slightly congested. While you would be slightly uncomfortable in the restaurant given the company you are about to surround yourself with, it’s better than sitting in the dark.

“N-No!” Hoseok chokes out a bit too quickly that makes you slow down your pace slightly. “I mean, I didn’t want you to have to wait for me. The boys really enjoy having you around, (Y/N), it won’t be that bad.”

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Paper Cranes | Kim Taehyung (M)

PAIRING: Kim Taehyung x F!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, smut, angst. Non idol AU. College AU. Best friends to lovers. Slice of life.

WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (stay safe!), so much fluff you might pass out

WORD COUNT: 18.3k

DESCRIPTION: It is said that if someone folds 1000 paper cranes, they will receive one wish. Kim Taehyung has been folding you paper cranes since he was six years old. He won’t tell you what he’s going to wish for once he reaches his goal, but even into your twenties, all you know is that he’s been wishing for the same thing every time.

You’re six years old when you receive your first paper crane from Kim Taehyung.

Your first year of elementary school is almost over—there’s only two months left until summer break, and you’ve been counting down the days until you are finally free to wake up as late as you want and play with your friends until the sun goes down.

That’s also why it strikes you as odd that there’s a new transfer student, his newly assigned seat right beside yours, being introduced to the class. His eyes are big and wide underneath a fringe of dark brown hair, and he’s cute in the way that all kids are cute—with rosy cheeks, big ears, and a shy demeanour that tells you that he would most likely rather have stayed at his previous school.

After a brief introduction of Hello, I’m Kim Taehyung, he shuffles over and takes his seat. He doesn’t really look at you, keeping his head down as he pulls his notebooks from his backpack. You see that the margins are covered in doodles, little cartoons and make-believe stories etched onto every far corner of the page.

You open your mouth to introduce yourself, but the sound of your teacher’s voice has you facing the blackboard once more. You try not to think too hard about the new boy sitting beside you, gently humming to himself as he doodles butterflies in an open meadow.

At recess, you’re playing with a few friends, doing cartwheels and rolling around on the grass. You’re giggling with your friend, Chaeyoung, when you hear a ruckus happening not too far away.

“Hey! Please, no, give it back!”

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The Text

A/n: I don’t know if she wants to be tagged but this is a commission for a lovely friend of mine. I hope she likes it. 

Summary: You’re fine with just being friends with Taehyung….until you get the text, that is.

Warnings: Jealousy, possessiveness, vaginal fingering, mentions of sex, a little filth, a little feelings, reader;’s friend is me but listen it was a specific request

Word Count: 2094

The text you receive from the man you’ve had an on again off again sexual relationship with for months is a peculiar one, as they go.

You’ve gotten a few interesting ones over the past few months, some nearly incoherent when he’d gone out with friends, but they’d all had a common thread: sex.

Although you’d entertained the idea of something more, especially in the beginning, after time when he’d never seemed to want anything more, leaving early in the morning after a night together and maybe a couple breakfasts or lunches, never anything that could be considered a date.

You’re not even friends, exactly, more like… acquaintances with benefits.

You’re fine with that. You really are. Mostly.

Maybe sometimes you watch the line of his jaw when he’s sleeping, count the eyelashes across his cheekbones, but in your defense, he’s ridiculously handsome. Taehyung is friendly and affectionate after sex and before, but he’s that way with everyone, all his friends and even acquaintances that he’s fond of, you know it doesn’t mean anything.

Does your heart skip a beat when he calls you jagiya casually, when he catches your waist as you walk by, presses his face into your stomach and hugs you? Maybe.

But it isn’t what that smallest part of you hopes it could be, and you’ve accepted it. You think.

Until you get the text.

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johobi’s writing never fails oh my lord 

Falling, Falling, Gone

Word count: 5.8k

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Warnings: None really, it’s my first ‘SFW’ fic, though there is some extremely bad language in here. And there might be an erection because I can’t help myself.

A/N: This is the fourth and final ‘drabble’ for the drabble game I ran ages ago. Prompt: “The thought of me making out with someone else is ruining you.”

Music inspo: Don’t Be So Serious, Baby Don’t Stop, Waste It On Me

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23477485

Taehyung. Captain of the soccer team. Master of your heart. You’ll never tell him for fear of rejection.

So why the fuck are you about to do it in front of dozens of his peers?

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Paint me | Yoongi

Summary: He was your best friend; He was always by your side; He knew everything about you; He was the only guy that knew how to help you when you were having a problem. It was always Him, so why the fuck where you drawing Jimin?

Pairing: Music Major!Yoongi x Art Major!Reader

Genre: Fluff; Really not that much angst.

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You and Yoongi became friends probably as soon as you started college.

You weren’t in the same major as him but became friends thanks to the friends that the two of you had in common. Your friends had different majors; Jimin was studying ballet/modern dance while Hoseok was majoring in popping/hiphop dance. Jungkook was learning singing while Jin and Taehyung were majoring in acting. Namjoon was in the same major as Yoongi and they were both working on their mixtapes and single albums.

He was studying in order to become a producer and a musician while you on the other hand wanted to become an artist. Painting, drawing and create was something that you’ve been doing since you were three years old. You have always been a kid full of imagination that had a pencil in her hand and a sketchbook in her bag. Everyone was immersed deep inside their passion and you loved hanging out with each other because you could talk about what you love openly, without any type of boundaries.

You were friends with anyone but for some type of reason, Yoongi was more than just a friend to you. Maybe it was because your personalities were very similar, but the two of you became actually best friends and formed a friendship that was closer than the one that you had with the boys. You always stayed in each other’s dorm to watch movies and to talk about anything. You helped him whenever he had a block, and couldn’t write lyrics for his songs, and he let you listen to his mixtapes whenever you felt stressed, so that you could draw and put in the paper the feeling that his music gave you. He always told you that you were his muse and you blushed everytime those words came out from his bright pink lips. The boys always joked about that because they felt like the two of you were neglecting them whenever you had a movie night without them, but they let you by yourselves, because they knew that you were in love with each other…you just haven’t realized yet.

Yoongi, however, was conscious of his feelings for you because he fell in love with you the moment he heard you speaking about art for the first time. The way your eyes lighted up as soon as Jungkook had asked you why you had chose the art major, the smile that you did everytime someone complimented your paintings, the way you frowned cutely when you were trying to erase a line that messed up your drawing; Everything you did drove him crazy but he supressed his feelings for you because he knew that the two of you were just friends and he wasn’t going to ruin that only because you didn’t feel the same way as him.

Almost three years of friendship passed like that, and Yoongi was still head over heels for you but the boys had have enough. If he wasn’t going to confess, than it was cool, he just needed a little push.

“Guys, I brought food but it’s heavy.” You yelled opening the door of the apartment where the boys lived with a spare key that they gave you in case of emergency. As soon as you called for them, Yoongi and Taehyung came to welcome you. Yoongi kisses your cheek and Tae hugged you, ruffling your head with his big hand, making you scoff.

“Hey Y/n, how was your day?” Yoongi asked you taking one bag full of fried chicken from your hand, while Taehyung did the same with the bag that was in you other hand.

“Same as always.” You muttered taking of your shoes and sitting down in the couch with the others five boys, who were waiting for you in the living room. The bags full of food were put on the table in front of you and nobody waited to open them, devouring the chicken that you had bought on your way to their dorm.

“My teacher assigned me a new project this morning.” You continued talking with cheeks full of food. Yoongi smiled at your cute sight and the boys smirked slightly at his eyes filled with hearts and at how obvious he was being.

“What’s the assignment about?” Hoseok asked you sipping on his sprite.

“I don’t know. The sketch of someone I think. She told us that we had to draw someone that we particularly like to see if we were able to draw a human body.” You explained continuing to eat. The guys watched you full of curiosity.

“Human body?” Jin asked and you nodded.

“Like, a naked man?” Yoongi asked and the others looked at him with wide eyes, maybe he was finally going to snap.

“I’m not sure, I think a man shirtless would be good. In the end I only need to draw the muscles.” You said and Yoongi clenched his jaw. An action that was unnoticed to you but really noticeable to the boys.

“You can draw Jimin.” Taehyung said making everyone look at him with wide eyes. The boys realized what his plan was and they smiled at him.

“What?” You asked confused.

“Yeah, He has the nicest body out of all of us and it would be uncomfortable to you to draw someone randomly.” Jungkook continued, making Yoongi madder than before.

“It’s not necessary, I can also draw just a portrait of someone else. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You said to Jimin but he reassured you.

“It’s okay, really. I won’t mind.” Jimin gave you a wink and you laughed at him.

“I’ll think about it and I’ll let you know.” You said giving him a small smile before looking back at Yoongi, that was just eating in silence with his almond-shaped eyes narrowed.

You decided to not say anything because you knew that he was upset for some reason and the best thing to do when he wasn’t in the best mood was to leave him alone. You finished eating dinner with them and you watched a movie, before going back to your dorm.

Yoongi stayed silent for the rest of the night.

After a couple of days, you haven’t heard a word from Yoongi and that made you extremely worried. The boys had told you that he was locked in his studio making music and that he was just working on a new mixtape as always. That reassured you a little because it wasn’t the first time for him to lock himself in his studio, but you had could tell that he was upset and he always told you everything. What was he hiding from you?

You were drawing in your room, with Yoongi’s latest mixtape as background music when a text from your phone caught your attention. It was a text from Yoongi and he asked you to come to his place, because he wanted you to dye his hair. As soon as you red the massage, you ran out of your dorm, not wasting a second before going to him. You wanted to know why he had been so upset lately and you wanted to be there for him. He always asked you to dye his hair when he had something on his mind and he loved to talk to you about his problems while you were massaging his scalp, humming quietly while coloring his hair with whatever color you were into at that time.

When you rang the bell, the blonde boy that you were so fond of opened the door for you, letting you go inside. He proceeded to the bathroom without talking and you followed him quietly.

He sat down on the chair in front of the sink and you looked at him concerned, he had dark bags under his eyes and you could tell that he haven’t slept in a long time. You went in front of him without saying a word and you caressed his hair, feeling his strong shoulders relax at the touch. You took out the small box of blue hair dye from your bag and you prepared the mixture feeling him sigh quietly next to you.

“When are you and Jimin meeting for your project?” He asked you with a low voice, breaking the silence.

You looked up at him surprised, not expecting him to talk so suddenly.

“Tomorrow morning, why?” You responded him, looking down at the boy who was still sitting in front of the sink.

“What the fuck is going on?” He snapped at you making you jump.

“What..?” You were confused but Yoongi’s dark eyes made you slightly scared.

“Do you like him? Is that why? Do you just want to fuck him with the excuse of drawing him?” He got up looking at his shoes.

“Yoongi what’s the fuck are you talking about?! It’s just a project!” You talked back trying to knock some sense into his head.

“Are you just inviting hot guys into your dorm and getting them naked? Is that so?” He asked you walking towards you, and you moved away. You could see how much he was hurting and that you hurt as well.

“Yoongi, babe tell me what’s wrong.” You talked to him ignoring his venomous comments because you knew how he could be when he was upset. He wasn’t trying to offend you, he was just trying to express how he was feeling.

You knew that he felt calmer when you called him like that and he indeed felt a lot less upset.

You touched his face with your hand moving his hair out of the way so that you could see his eyes.

“Babe..” You whispered but he held your wrist delicately, caressing it with his thumb.

“Don’t meet him.” He told you finally looking at you in the eyes.

You were about to ask him why but pinned you to the wall.

“Please, don’t meet him.” He looked upset and as if he was begging you not to hang out with Jimin.

His hands where against the wall, at the sides of your head and his face was extremely close to yours. Your noses where almost touching.

“Yoongi…” You whispered, feeling your checks getting hotter by the second.

The looked at you in the eyes before smashing his lips on yours in an hungry kiss. You could feel the desperation in him as he held your waist thightly, as if you could ran away from him at any moment. You relaxed when you realized that your best friend, your muse, theboy who always stayed by your side was finally kissing you in the bathroom of his studio.

You grabbed his hair pulling it slightly, making him moan against your lips. He grabbed your cheeks biting down on your lip before kissing you again more sweetly.

You opened your eyes slowly when you felt that his lips weren’t on yours anymore and he rested his forehead against yours.

“Fuck Y/n I love you so fucking much. Do you know how much it hurts to think of you with someone else? I’ve always loved ever since you sat down with us in the cafeteria for the first time, talking about how much you love art and how many drawings you drew when you were just a kid. You are always the person I need when I can’t write and you’re the person who I care about when it comes to my music. I always ask you for an opinion before anyone else and half of my songs are about the way you make me feel. I need you in my life and I can’t just stay your friend. I want you to be mine. I want to fell you against me and to make you feel loved.” He caressed your cheeks with his thumbs kissing your lips one more time and you smiled at him.

“If I can’t draw Jimin that what am I going to do about my project?” You asked him with a little smirk on your face.

“Paint me.” He told you with a serious face and looking at you in the eyes.

“Draw me, Draw only me. I don’t want you to draw anyone else.” He continued without looking away.

You looked at him silently before distancing yourself from him. He frowned at your movements but his expression changes from upset to curious when you took your sketchbook out of your bag, and handed it to him.

He opened it as you told him to do and he widened his eyes at the sight of the drawings that you made of him.

“I always draw you whenever I’m bored or upset. I love the way you look when you’re concentrating on your music and I love the way you smile whenever someone is enjoying your music.”

Yoongi looked up at you smiling and he held you against him ones again, kissing your nose and making you giggle.

“I love you too.” You muttered, before feeling his lips against you once again in a sweeter and needier kiss.

The fact you’d been shaken from that place of confidence by some thug doesn’t sit right in Yoongi’s belly. That bitter taste is back in his throat and it’s ice-cold, icicles prickling through his blood.

[🤙🏻] It's been.. maybe a week since I've read this. And you know what? I'm still looking for the right words to explain it. Of course I can explain it, but can I do it justice? No, I don't think I could if I pulled out the whole damn dictionary.

The first thing I wanna say is that I consider this a must-read. It's this incredible package of a fic ― there's a stupidly perfect amount of angst, there's godsent sex, there's soft shit AND THE PLOT?!?!

It's almost infuriating how flawless this is.

The second thing I want to talk about is the fact that I ended up screaming at my friends about this through text.

So I went on and on about how I don’t read that many Yoongi fics, but I tell my friend that I know one thing ― they'll never disappoint ― and this one surely didn't, it seriously hit. "I'm absolutely in love with this," I told her.

The next bits are about me relating to the reader (cause we’re both loud-kinda-annoying-kinda-endearing bitches™) which we’re gonna skip over cause I’m embarrassing! But it's basically my love for self-indulgent shit and how she's THE vibe.

Pushing past that, we have my love for their dynamic. I never actually have spared a thought to something like a gunsman-to-gunsmith pairing before this, but let me tell you ― this is to die for!

I love how it works with them specifically, and I ran out of words at this point so I just keyboard smashed. (facepalm)

But I really REALLY do love their dynamic! It made the story even more interesting and it might be my favorite part of all this.

Now we have a fully-caps-locked section, which is me yelling about my inner conflict. Which happens to be my halfway-through-the-fic self trying to decide whether or not Yoongi actually likes reader cause that man's mouth, mind and actions DO NOT go hand in hand 😭

I mean for ten-thousand-something words, he was all about that hE doEsnt liKe her!! But we just have to put some emphasis on the fact that he killed someone who hurt her AND might have sucker-punched his close friend (poor hoseok) in any case he didn't leave him and OC.

And after that I basically ran out of words! It was just me yelling "I LOVE THEM" and keyboard smashing, and screaming, and adding a minimum of three ughs to every sentence out of happy frustration.

All in all, I absolutely adored this fic. I loved the chosen settings for the story, the character’s personalities, the incredible sequences. Your writing, and all the little things.

Gosh, I’m so helplessly in love with this.

Oh and the sex.. there was actually a whole portion of it in our chat but I’m keeping it away from the public’s eye cause I’m a filthy one.

Anyways, thank you so much for this fic. You’re incredible.

- xal 🍟

min yoongi is the best shot in the business. you’re the best gunsmith in the city and the only person he trusts to programme his tech; to make his gear. 

he likes your work. it’s a shame, then, that he doesn’t like you.

pairing: yoongi x f!reader / word count: 14.3k / genre + rating: NSFW (18+), cyberpunk!au, smut, frenemies (?) to lovers

warnings/etc: hitman!yoongi. black market dealer/gunsmith!reader. cursing/explicit language. whole lotta tension, sexual and otherwise. mentions of injury/violence. minor character death (no one important, don’t worry, this isn’t an angst fic). brief hurt/comfort. reader has tattoos. sexually explicit content. oral; fingering; multiple orgasms; overstimulation (f). unprotected sex (please take the necessary precautions irl). rough sex?. choking. creampie. brief mention of aftercare. I think that’s everything but please lmk if I missed any!

a/n: thank you SO MUCH to both @hobi-gif​ and @morndas​ for beta reading this and being so supportive, ily both so much and I owe you my life 🤧💕 as always what was meant to be a short fic turned into a huge one. also this is technically for my 1.1k milestone but it’s a billion years late, oops!​

Yoongi really doesn’t like you.

You’re loud. Cocky. Arrogant. You needle him all the time, dig your fingernails in and squeeze, revelling in the way he sets his jaw, the muted spark of irritation in his eyes. You bat your eyelashes and tilt your head, throw it back whenever you laugh and reveal the easing column of your throat, dragging each interaction out with a kind of sadistic pleasure that has him gritting his teeth. Because you love annoying him, getting under his skin, tapping your fingers against the soft swell of your bottom lip as you eye him up, taking your time before you speak.

Infuriating. You’re infuriating and you know it.

It’s unfortunate, really, because you’re unavoidable. 

Jungkook had asked, once, why Yoongi doesn’t just go elsewhere. They’re more than familiar with the underbelly of this heaving city, underneath all the neon lights and shimmering holograms and towering skyscrapers and legal tech; the scuttling seams of back alley traders and illegal goods, tech or otherwise. There are plenty of black market dealers, after all, plenty of other vendors he could go to to get the equipment he wants. Plenty of other skilled crafters, artificers, artisans, people who would be more than happy to create the things that Yoongi asks for, that he needs. People who can get their hands on anything you want. For a price.

Yoongi’s answer had been short and succinct.

“She’s the best there is,” he’d said, and that had been that.

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