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merry christmas cee!!

have a candy cane yoongi 🫶🏻

YOOOONGIIIII 🥺

Thank you ash <3 Merry Christmas!

I saw a tiktok about how “an idol knows they’re hot when they don’t smile for group pictures”

AND ALL I CAN THINK OF IS FUCKING YEONJUN LIKE MOTHERFUCKER JUST KNOWS HES HOT I KNOW HE DOES NOBODY TELL HIM

(and also kind of yoongi too….ah my yoongi)

Ash! Thanks for stopping by 🥹

Ah Yoongi. The amount of Yoongi on my dash this week is playing with my heart.

Yeonjun knows he's a model, whereas Yoongi... I think sometimes he just wants to go home and go to bed lol

You're so right! Mechanic Yoongi would absolutely take the time to explain to you what he's done instead of just giving you the bill and charging you for things you don't need just because it might go over your head since you don't know cars )): he wouldn't just treat you like a dumb girl or purposely use words you won't understand, he's so patient and thinks you should know what you're paying for.

He'd definitely hum as he works alone in his shop, his greasy fingers tapping along on the side of the hood as he uses a crank with the other hand, those fingers that know a piano just as well as they know an engine.

Ever since I found out you're a Yoongi girl, I can't stop thinking about mechanic Yoongi (despite the fact that he probably knows nothing about cars haha) ((this isn't a request, just an interaction 😘))

hi cee! it’s so fun to have you here on my ~yoongi obsessed~ side of tumblr!! even though I kind of went on hiatus from this blog because my txt one just like blew up.

yes I am an absolutely flaming yoongi girl. I’m literally responding to this ask while doing my homework and literally wearing a yoongi shirt…..coincidence? idk.😳

anyway. mechanic yoongi!! im so surprised I never have written this before? I’ve never really dabbled in the car guy bts side of things. even though I have a jdm car guy jk wip rotting in my notes app as we speak. lol…..may have to blow the dust off of her.

yoongi would be the sweet mechanic that definitely would never try to upsell you, even if you’re a girl that knows nothing about cars lol. I think he’d only be intimidating in the way that well—he’s hot. he’s one of those guys that when he walks into the room everyone looks. even if he’s wearing a dirty beat up denim jacket and his hands are dirty from his last brake job. UGH!! im starting to yearn.

OH MY GOD speaking of being old this is a very specific memory that I have from my youth that some youngins probably don’t know (ok I say that with love I love all of my babies on here)

I was a HUGE jonas brothers girl when I was a kid. and I remember like in 2007/08 (?) when they performed at the AMA’s and they sang SOS and the glass panes they were behind broke and they slid through it and Joe cut his hand. that was like my Roman Empire as a child.

btw I was a nick gurl 😎

Oh no, I just aged so I'm already feeling old this week!

I was also a JoBros girl. I can still remember quotes that I used to use all the time. Now I'm having flashbacks to the one Joe Jonas fic I read in high school – that may have actually been the first fanfic I ever read, omg. I think I was a Joe girl, but I had a soft spot for Kevin. When they were on an episode of Hannah Montana, I thought it was the coolest thing ever 🤣 then they were supposed to have their own show where they were spies, and it never happened..

I vaguely remember the story of Joe cutting his hand, but I wouldn't have watched the award show because they didn't play it on Australian TV back then. And SOS still slaps to this day!

by the way cee….you sent me an ask a while ago….and im cooking up something for it. consider it my gift to you.

this is me working hard:

I did?? That's exciting, I wonder what it is! I have the memory of a goldfish 😆

cee! happy (late) armyversary!

how many years have you been an army?

im coming up on 2! (april 22nd i think is the date?)

ah hard to believe that min yoongi has had his wrath on me for that long 😌

Thank you, Ash! 🥰 It's been four years now, I can't believe how fast it's gone!

Yoongi was my bias before I even knew that was a thing, he's still my bias, and I don't see it ever changing! He's got my heart in his fist, and he doesn't want to share 😄 I miss him so much, can they send him back? Haven't they had him long enough? ):

happy worldwide yoongi day!! 🍊 (well, 2 more minutes to yoongi day for my timezone)

Aw Ash, happy Yoongi boongi day to you! 🖤

I have been meaning to yap to you about this because I am a certified mafia jjun enjoyer but….listen!

two things: one (1) reader is hired by said mafia group to protect the leader (yeonjun) gosh I imagine like enemies to lovers? she hates yeonjun at first, and thinks he’s so so mean. At first he thinks “how is she going to protect me?” but she’s protecting him more than physically. he eventually eases up on her and ends up being mean to everyone but her. gahhh something about meanie jjunie that has a soft spot gets me.

two (2) this might be quick but reader and mafia boss tyun being from rival families, but they cross paths and end up falling for each other. aaaah forbidden romance <3

ASH I LOVE YOUR MIND. Thank you for feeding me with this. I’ve been craving gang txt ever since the new gbgb choreo, the part where it looks like they’re fighting 🫢 Number two (2) with Taehyun is so yummy, just imagine the banter they'd have with each other!

words: 1.8k oops

warnings: a bit of workplace discrimination, mentions of attacks, criminal activity, blood briefly, treating wounds, probably too soft at the end

If there’s one thing you’re going to do, it’s do your job damn well regardless of your personal feelings towards the man you’ve been hired to protect – and especially if said man seems to think you’re not fit for the job. It appeared Yeonjun was not pleased when you first showed up to work, pulling a member of his team aside and having what looked like a tense conversation. It only made you more intent on proving your position. You often butted heads, unable to agree on the right approach to many things. Yeonjun prioritized quick gains, confrontations and aggressive plays, recurrently willing to forgo his security or the safety of the more expendable members of his organisation to get what he was after. On the other hand, you wanted him to undertake less risky tactics, ones that were better for his reputation, his long-term safety. There were a couple of instances where he tried to plan some dealings without you, locking you out of his office and leaving you to stand outside fuming and trying to hear what little of the discussion you could through the crack in the door. The men took you even less seriously after that stunt – if the boss didn’t respect you, why should they?

Using your intel, you cleverly plan out routes for the driver to take that steer clear of trouble. At first Yeonjun is annoyed and questions the detour, but later that night, he learns through his informant that police were doing a random car check on the usual route, due to the crimes of a gang in the area. When he thanks you the following morning, you think you've earned the respect you've been craving. However, the good feeling doesn't last. As the day goes on, not only does Yeonjun give you his drink order, as if you're a simple assistant or coffee runner, he also laughs at a joke one of his men makes about you, right in front of you.

And maybe from time to time you fantasize about the young, stupidly good looking, ridiculously well dressed mafia boss getting what he deserved; about letting his laundering fall through, letting his shipment go to the wrong country, or turning a blind eye to the betrayal of one of his most valuable men that you have discovered. But you're a professional, and professionals don't let their sour thoughts derail their career.

It's only when the truth about the disloyalty of Yeonjun's right hand man is laid out for him that things begin to change. You had supplied all the proof, having hired a private investigator of sorts to get the incriminating photos you needed, accumulating dirt on the man who was Yeonjun's favourite, his oldest friend in the business, until there was no room for doubt in his mind.

What you hadn't expected was for the boss to show up at your place a few days after your exposé, looking more exhausted than you'd ever seen him. The betrayal had hit him hard. He seemed despondent as he glanced around at the place you lived, showing no reflection of his opinion. You weren't even sure how much he was taking in with those tired dark eyes. His hair was not to his usual standard, and his coat which was usually tied fashionably at his waist hung open and loose on his thin frame. You felt more awkward standing before him in this state than you ever had when he'd been laughing at your expense. You offered him a seat but he turned it down. All you could do was stare and wait for him to speak.

“I'm very grateful,” he began. His voice was hoarse, bringing a deepness to it you'd never known. Finally he looked you straight in the eye for the first time since he'd arrived. “I never would have seen it for myself. I was blinded by my… If you hadn't disclosed this to me…” It was the first time you'd seen him struggle to articulate himself. You nodded in understanding, and he seemed relieved.

After that, you were given a raise – a silent one, since he applied it without saying anything to you about it – and an office of your own. Not only did the jokes and snide comments from the other men stop, but they seemed to eye you with caution, some with reverence. You had become the one Yeonjun trusted most, the one he came to with his concerns, and nobody would ever question your value again. Not unless they wanted to face the boss's fury.

Things have been good for a while: you love your job – and maybe, as much as you hate to admit it, your boss, just a little bit? – when something unforeseeable happens. You're busy handling communications when you spot Yeonjun's ride pull up in the underground lot on the security monitor. Watching as the two front doors of the vehicle swing open and both the driver and the ridealong dash to open the back doors, your anxiety is thrown into gear. Then Yeonjun stumbles out from the back seat. You're on your feet before you see them check him over, out the door before he can wave them off.

By the time he's in the building, there are more men around him, asking questions and putting their hands on his shoulders in concern. He shakes them all off in annoyance, ordering them to get back to work. As the men fall away he spots you standing by, and he softens. When he approaches, you see the sharp red lines that are scratched into the side of his face, notice the bloody cuts on his hand as it sweeps his black hair up over his forehead.

“What happened?” you ask when he reaches you, even though you have a pretty good idea in your mind. You need to know anyway, as you keep a record of all offenses committed against him.

“It was an ambush,” he says simply. He watches your hands take his bigger ones from his sides and turn them over, inspecting. His hands suddenly feel cold in contrast to your warm skin as you make contact.

“Are you okay?” You glance briefly up to his eyes, indicating that your question does not refer to his obvious abrasions.

“That bullet proof glass might need a touch up,” he states rather matter-of-factly in reply, looking away from you. He sounds so nonchalant, as if it's not a big deal. Your heartbeat has picked up significantly, an unexpected reaction to hearing about danger that has already passed, and you realise that a threat to Yeonjun's safety means more to you than it should; more than a professional responsibility for his security.

You usher him into his office and locate the medical kit. This is the first time you'll be putting your first aid training to good use, you muse silently as you pull the lamp down close to Yeonjun's face. It's an intimate position you've found yourself in; Yeonjun seated on the large plush sofa while you hover above him, one knee on the seat of the sofa to steady yourself. You don't even register that your knee is between his spread legs, so focused on treating his injuries. You've never touched him before, and yet it feels like one of the most natural things you've ever done as you work instinctively, the fingers of your non-dominant hand along his cheek without your noticing. His warm eyes, which had seemed distant just a moment ago, check your face occasionally, until he abandons subtlety and they unabashedly train on you as you treat him, lit by the glow of the lamp. You try not to notice it, though you definitely do.

“I usually do this myself,” he says quietly as you reach for a new cloth and the bottle of disinfectant once more. The tug of a lazy smile appears on his mouth. “This is much better.”

Your eyes meet his, and all at once you feel much too warm. Now that you're not concentrating, you notice the placement of your knee, and your whole body seems to come alive. Retracting it as casually as possible, you hold your hand out to him, hoping your flushed state will go unnoticed. The feeling of his palm against yours sends sparks through you, making you feel like a stupid high schooler. He's still smiling, which makes it even harder to ignore. You suppose he's used to his life being threatened, used to targeted attacks, and that's how he's so calm after the ambush. Unless the starry look in his eyes speaks of an oncoming concussion.

He doesn't flinch once as you disinfect his scrapes and cuts. You're glad there's no glass to be picked out of the wounds. He watches everything you do quietly, and you find yourself having to remind yourself to breathe occasionally. It's new to be this close to him, and you don't hate it – not in the slightest. Most of his wounds are superficial, thanks to the bullet proof glass, and once you've applied coverings to the cuts on his hands, you're all finished. When you go to move the lamp away, you notice that his face has changed. He looks drained now, all his earlier charm and blasé attitude abandoned, maybe a little paler than usual even under the warm light, and you wonder if he's starting to feel the effects of the ordeal.

“I'll get you some water,” you tell him. Before you can move away, you feel his fingers softly grasp your hand. Your eyes come back to his face in surprise.

“Wait,” he says, a little weakly. His eyes are looking away from you, his brow quirked as though he's trying to figure something out. “I'm fine. Can you- can you just…”

There's only been one other time he's not been sure of his words before, and he'd been through something rough then, too. Something inside you begins to warm up and slowly melt as you realise that Yeonjun is not as unbothered on the inside as he plays on the outside. He may be tough, but he's not invincible. He may have had this kind of attack on his life before, he might even be used to it or expect it, but his body still undergoes the shock, even if it’s a delayed reaction.

His eyebrows are still slightly furrowed as he looks up at you. Without words and with the gentlest, smallest tug at your hand which you may not have noticed in another circumstance, which could probably have been played off as nothing if it had been rejected, he asks you to stay. You can't hide the smile that twitches at your lips. With something that feels like courage coursing through you, you step towards him. Turning slightly, you set yourself down on his lap and feel him relax. His arm winds around you to keep you snug to him and you lean your head onto his shoulder, getting a breath of expensive cologne. He sighs deeply before breathing evenly, dropping into a deep rest.

You're content like this, though you never imagined being this close to him, glad that he's resting when he clearly needs it, and proud that you could help. If this is how you can protect him physically, even if it's only in this small way, you'll take it. Though, in your head you've already begun thinking through methods of retaliation to whichever rival faction made this attempt on his life.

3 things I associate you with:

being an aussie (my fav racing driver is an aussie!!)

yoongi (my other dear yoongi girl 💓)

mafia au (you eat it up!!)

That's me 🥰

This was so cute and sounds so perfect honestly 🥰

Hi again! I'd like to participate in the ship game with txt! Let's see if I can do it right. I like long drives, being in nature and animals. Always busy doing something with my hands, a jigsaw puzzle, playing guitar or piano, or doing art. I'm an Aquarius and an infp. My favourite places are the beach, forest and the library. I'm pretty quiet until I get to know someone. I hope this is enough info!

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hi waffle anonie!!

hmm….i think im going to ship you with soobin! it just feels right to me!!

I can see you and soobin having “quality time together” as your date activities. going on walks together while holding hands and chatting about whatever. maybe stopping at a coffee shop to sit near a window and watch people walk by. or sitting on the floor between his legs working on a puzzle while he reads a book. eventually, he puts the book down and leans over to kiss you or plays with your hair. in a bookstore you both might go separate ways but always meet back up to discuss your book finds! gahhhh you’d be so cute i have to shut up.

this is for my birthday event that is now closed!