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Heartbreaker

Genre: slight Enemies to Lovers, Grew Up Together AU, Idiots to Lovers, Fluff, Angst, Bad Boy!Yoongi if you squint

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader

Warnings: fighting, very minimal cursing, bittersweet ending

Synopsis: Min Yoongi broke your heart so many times. Little did you know, he was the one holding it together.

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The first time Min Yoongi broke your heart was in second grade. You'd just moved from Gwangju to Daegu; the new girl. The teacher sat you next to a boy with pale skin and dark hair that fell over his forehead and almost into his eyes. 

He didn't say anything, or even look up from his work when you sat down. The teacher chastised him and he eventually looked up and acknowledged you. 

"Nice to meet you, Y/N-ah," he said, before returning to his work, which was simply coloring in the picture of a house with a sky and the sun. He was currently scribbling in the sky with the light blue crayon. 

The teacher handed you your own page to color. You reached for the green crayon, your hand colliding with Yoongi's. He glared at you, his 8 year old face contorting into one of disgust. You were so shocked, you barely noticed as he grabbed the green crayon out from underneath your fingers. 

You instead took the light blue crayon he'd been using to color in his sky and began coloring in your own. Your strokes were slower and smoother, your sky looking like a uniform color, instead of his sky which was a bunch of scribbled blue lines.

"You have to be more careful," you said. "If you take your time the sky will turn out prettier." 

The boy--realizing you were talking to him--scoffed at you. 

"I'm not going to be your friend," he said. "You can stop trying." 

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The second time Min Yoongi broke you heart was when he walked into the music room after school. You'd hated him ever since that day in second grade, you went out of your way to avoid the boy, running away from him on the playground. Yet, he never stopped chasing you.

As the two of you entered middle school, you shared many of the same friends, but never talked. Many of your friends asked why and it honestly sounded so stupid to say that a crayon started it all. But, regardless, he was the type of boy you were scared to approach. He didn't talk much, except for with his friends, and even then he was reserved. He carried around a notebook he often wrote on in class, but it wasn't for notes,

"Hello Yoongi," the music teacher said. "Let me just finish up with Y/N and then we'll start your lesson." 

The boy nodded and took a seat on the other side of the classroom and cracked open his notebook. His hair--which was shorter--still flopped the same way over his forehead. You could still see the little boy, even when he'd grown so much. 

"Let's go through it again," the teacher said. 

You nodded, a bit hesitant to play with the boy in the room. You knew he'd been taking lessons since before you'd even met him. 

You placed your fingers on the keys and positioned your foot above the pedals and began playing. The first part of the song went smoothly, but as you attempted to play the bridge between the verse and the chorus, you weren't able to keep up with the tempo change. Out of all of your attempts, you hadn't managed to nail the bridge yet. 

"Can I show her something?" Yoongi asked the teacher. 

The teacher--not about to deprive his star pupil--nodded and moved off the bench. Yoongi sat down beside you, his thigh brushing yours as he shifted on the hard wood. 

"If you position your hand like this," he said, taking hold of your hand and adjusting your fingers. Your fingertips still rested on the same keys, but it made it easier to transition at the bridge. He pulled his hand away from yours, but your eyes met, acknowledging the small hesitance. "It'll be easier to transition to the bridge." 

He got up from the bench and moved back to his notebook. 

You were shocked, your mouth slightly agape. The teacher sat back down next to you and motioned for you to play again. You successfully played the bridge. 

Once you lesson was over, you looked back at the boy you could no longer hate. Which only made you want to hate him more. 

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The third time Min Yoongi broke your heart was when you made out at your sixteenth birthday party. Somehow the two of you got roped into a game of spin the bottle. Despite it being your birthday party, the guests had gotten out of hand and taken control.   

You spun the bottle and it landed on the boy you wanted to hate. His facial expression remained nearly indecipherable, but you could tell by the slight twitch of his lips as everyone ushered the two of you into a closet and locked the door, that he was nervous.

"No one will know if we actually kiss or not," you said, moving into the darkest and deepest part of the closet, coats at your back and pairs of shoes threatening to trip you directly back towards Yoongi. 

"Do you want to?" he asked. 

"I don't know," you answered truthfully. "I've never kissed anyone before." 

"Me neither," he said. 

"But, you've had girlfriends?" 

"Doesn't mean I kissed any of them." 

Silence fell between the two of you and you heard him moving closer, trying not trip over shoes. You were surprised he'd never kissed anyone before, it seemed there a lot of girls who would be willing to kiss him. Between his cute puppy dog face, broody demeanor, and musical talent; it seemed absolutely impossible he hadn't found one girl to kiss him. 

"I guess, we could try..." you said, trailing off. "Only if you want to." 

Yoongi was just in front of you now, you could just barely make out his form in the hazy darkness. You felt as he placed his hands on your shoulders, attempting to find you in the dark. 

"It never felt right before," he said. "But it feels right now." 

He leaned in and even though neither of you could see very well in the dark, your lips connected and you felt the hesitance as he pressed his lips lightly against yours, at first. But, soon, you felt an urgency that deepened the kiss. You back was full against the wall now, the coats bending with you, some just barely hanging onto their hangers. 

A knock sounded at the door and he immediately pulled away. Light flooded into the coat closet and Yoongi was gone before you could even blink. 

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The fourth time Min Yoongi broke your heart was the day of graduation when he found you crying in a coat closet. The graduation party was nearly over, and Yoongi had come early to grab his coat and leave. 

"What happened?" he asked, his fists clenching as he took in your crumpled form and mascara running down your face. 

"He broke up with me," you said, between sobs. 

Those were the only words Yoongi needed to hear. He rushed away from the closet, leaving the door wide open. Before you could even stand up, you heard commotion in the main hall. You ran there as quickly as you could while trying to dodge other party goers and staff. 

"What the Hell?!" you heard your ex-boyfriend say. Yoongi had him shoved against a wall, his forearm against your ex's throat. 

"Do you even know how lucky you were?" Yoongi asked. "You're a dumbass for letting go of her in the first place, but on graduation day?!" 

Yoongi punched him then, making your ex's nose bleed and Yoongi's knuckles. 

"No!" you shouted as your ex squared up. You couldn't stand to see Yoongi's perfect skin marred because of you. But it was too late. He landed a square punch right into Yoongi's eye, causing a deep purple bruise to break out almost immediately. 

Before Yoongi could retaliate the staff intervened and put a stop to the fight, pushing both of the boys in separate directions and eventually telling both of them to go home. 

Yoongi drove you home and you gave him ice for the black eye. You leaned down and kissed him on the cheek before he pulled away. 

"Thank you."

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The last time Min Yoongi broke your heart was when he admitted he loved you. He stood in front of your apartment, flowers in hand, and a nervous smile. 

"Min Yoongi, you have the absolute worse timing," you said, tears coming to your eyes. "You're leaving for Seoul tomorrow." 

"I know," he said. "I couldn't leave without telling you." 

"I wish you hadn't" you said, closing the door. 

You knew he could hear you sobbing. He knew you knew he was still outside your apartment door. He was leaving and you had a life in Daegu, family, friends, a life. You couldn't leave that all behind like he could. 

"Y/N," he said through the door. "I have to catch my flight soon, but I'm going to leave the flowers for you. I've loved you since second grade, and I know I was never good at showing it. And I know now is a bad time, I realize that, but I needed you to know."

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A few weeks later you came home to a package outside your door. It was postmarked from Seoul, but there was no return sender. You were hesitant to open it, but curiosity soon overtook your worry.

Inside--wrapped in a horrid amount of tissue paper--was a single green crayon.

Spare Change

Genre: Strangers to Friends to Lovers AU, Trainee! Yoongi, Fluff, maybe a tiny bit of Angst?

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader

Warnings: none

Synopsis: You spared Min Yoongi some change for the bus. Little did you know he’d pay you back one day.

Author’s Note: In making my masterlist, I realize I totally forgot to cross post my first ever Yoongi one shot. It’s a bit short and very old, but still one of my favorites

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You'd noticed the boy with the headphones on the bus. They were the big fancy type that probably cost more than two months of rent. They appeared to be his most prized possession, his clothes appeared to be mostly hand-me-downs and his phone was a model from a few years before. 

He'd caught you staring more than a few times. He normally just gave you a small smile on most days and went back to the trance of whatever was playing through the headphones. Sometimes he would be grumpy, simply looking back at you and immediately back down. 

You weren't staring at him for the reason you knew he assumed. While he was attractive with his messy black hair and soft eyes, you found yourself drawn to his presence. It was as if he didn't know he were on a bus in the middle of Seoul. He was somewhere else, his fingers lightly tapping to the rhythm and sometimes scribbling lightly in a pocket-sized notebook. You, the bus, the city, and the entire rest of the world didn't exist to him for the ten minutes you saw him everyday. Except for the brief moments you locked eyes.

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It'd been an off day. It was starting to get dark as you boarded the bus. You headed for your seat when the bus lurched off the curb. You hadn't expected the bus to leave so quickly and were thrown off your feet into the nearest set of seats, and unfortunately for you, straight into headphone boy's lap.

You blushed as sat up and straightened into the seat next to him. You couldn't believe what just happened, the embarrassment rushing to your face. 

"I'm sorry," you said, bowing politely. "I hadn't expected the bus to move so quickly."

Headphones boy looked at you--a slight mix of annoyance from the interruption and pity at your embarrassment. He nodded and looked back out the window as if nothing had happened. 

But over the next few weeks, whenever he saw you get on the bus, you noticed a slight smirk pass discreetly over his features.

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You stood behind the boy with headphones as the two of you boarded the bus. He fiddled with the coins in his hand. 

"I don't have enough," he said, quietly, a blush overtaking his face. 

The bus driver looked at him sympathetically, but was unapologetic. The driver simply nodded and waited for the boy to disembark. 

The boy turned around, disheartened, and moved past you towards the door. He bumped your shoulder softly reminding of the previous incident in which you'd accidentally touched the boy. Just as he was about to step back onto the sidewalk, you stopped him. 

"Wait!" you said. "Here." You shoved coins into his hand, enough for that day's fare. You placed your coins in and took a seat. 

"You really didn't have to do that," he said. "I'll make it up to you sometime."

"It's fine," you said. "It was just some spare change I had laying around."

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"Working on another song?" you asked, as you approached Yoongi at the bus stop. He still wore the bulky, expensive headphones, but he normally allowed them to fall down around his neck whenever he saw you.

After the day you paid for his fare, you two had begun talking in the short time you spent on the bus together. At first it was awkward, just exchanging pleasantries, but as time went on you began to feel more comfortable with each other. Now, the twenty minutes you spent on the bus together was the highlight of the day.  

"Yeah," he said, closing the small notebook he took everywhere with him. 

"Can I see?" you asked, smirking. 

You playfully reached for the notebook, but Yoongi just smiled and held out if of your reach. You gave him the satisfaction of jumping for it, causing him to chuckle. 

"Yoongi-ah! I don't understand why you won't show me? Don't you want to release this one day?" 

"Of course," he said. "And you'll hear it then."

You crossed your arms in mock annoyance, but couldn't help the smirk that broke out across your face. You'd heard a lot about his idol training and the boys Yoongi lived with. He worked hard and you hoped one day it would pay off for him. But your broke, knowing he would leave you behind as a distant memory.

You saw the bus heading for the stop knowing your time with Yoongi would now be limited to the ten minute bus ride. 

"Say, how about we take a detour tonight? I'll take you out for ramen?" 

"You know, it's a real hit to my pride whenever you buy me things," he said, dramatically placing his hand over his chest. 

"Oh, get over yourself," you said. "When you're a successful idol, you'll have plenty of money to pay me back." You nudged him as the bus pulled into the stop. 

"All right, all right," he said. "Fine."

"Besides, it's just some spare change I have laying around."

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Over the past few years, you'd watched Yoongi succeed. From his debut, to seeing his face on billboards you passed on the bus. You knew he would leave you behind one day, but you didn't know he would continue to haunt you. 

You traveled to downtown Seoul that day. Not something you typically did anymore after losing your job in the city. You'd been forced to move into a smaller apartment on the outskirts of the city. 

You had a job interview at BigHit Entertainment. You hadn't planned to take the interview, knowing that if you got the job, it may create more than a few awkward situations. But the company was offering a wage you couldn't ignore, at least one you'd interview for. 

You felt the interview went well and the butterflies died down in your stomach as you walked out the building without catching sight of Yoongi.

You just made it to the bus stop before the bus pulled away. You got on and counted out the coins from your pocket. It wasn't enough. 

You felt the tears stinging in your eyes and turned around the leave the bus. You felt as your shoulder brushed someone behind you, but you didn't look up fearing if you did that the tears would fall. 

"Wait!" the stranger said, reaching out for your arm. 

You looked up and met eyes with the stranger, your teary eyes suddenly widening in shock. 

His hair was mostly covered by a snapback, but a small tuft of blond hair was visible from underneath and he wore a black mask, disguising most of his identity. But, you knew it was him. Headphones boy. 

You felt him press a few cold coins into your palm. 

"It was just some spare change I had laying around."

holly and ivy ; min yoongi.

since when was your definition of a perfect christmas a cosy night in with your cute neighbour and his dog?

↬  pairing ┇  neighbor!yoongi x gender neutral reader

↬  genre ┇  fluff, LOTS of min holly, not that much romance? they’re shy cuties, but lots of warMth

↬  warnings + rating ┇  a constantly distressed but very cute dog, totally g

↬  avalyn’s notes ┇  happy holidays ! i hope you && your loved ones had a lovely christmas<3 here’s a very late little festive oneshot drabbly thing that i couldn’t manage to post on time bc i’m busy and unorganised && don’t trust my queue to post fics xx enjoy !

↬  word count ┇ just over 2k does this still count as a drabble?? is it a oneshot ?? uhh

[  masterlist  ] — ♡

You shuffle inside, warmth engulfing you completely as you tap the front door closed with your feet, the impact shifting the snow off your boots and onto the doormat. Heaving your shopping bags onto the kitchen floor with a huff, you switch on the kettle and allow the blissful bubbling to invade the silence. The winter air no longer bit at your fingers from within the confines of your apartment, but you still refused to remove your scarf and gloves from your shivering body.

You start shoving away the groceries into the cupboards until pausing when you realise that you had, once again, forgotten to buy your beloved coffee grinds. With a groan of annoyance that mildly depresses your festive mood, you sullenly make your cup of hot chocolate (you do the best with what you can, right?) and move to the living area. This, plus a Christmas movie and the lights of the Christmas tree twinkling in the corner — minus your minor inconvenience, sounded like the perfect way to spend your Christmas Eve eve. You sip at your drink, your legs folded underneath you on the sofa and the soft velvet blanket Namjoon had bought you last Christmas sprawled over you in an extra attempt to conserve heat. Your thoughts and the background noise of Home Alone 2: Lost in New York playing on your TV are blissfully accompanied by the endless snowfall outside your window that seemed tamer now you were indoors, and the calming ambience of your warm abode.

After a couple of minutes, a crash sounds through the opposing wall, followed by incessant yapping, what sounded like intense scampering over vinyl floor, a possible yelp? (you’re unsure from which party) and some excessive cursing.

Guess your Christmas wish wasn’t coming true.

With his sleekly, black locks and brooding gaze, Min Yoongi was more often than not a noisy neighbour — though usually due to his inability to hear below the annoyingly loud decibels he played his music at, and not at all because of his adorable dog.

Holly was an absolute gem; a beautifully brown toy poodle with soft curls that tickled your skin when he came to visit. Though, his owner was not of many words — he came across as pretty introverted, pretty kind, and pretty quiet.  You’ve always wondered why a man so quiet owned a dog so loud (and played his music even louder).

It was not out of the ordinary for Holly to patter across the shallow, gated balcony that connected your apartment to Yoongi’s and tap at the glass door with his nose, whining solemnly until you let him in for cuddles and a dog biscuit, his sheepish owner slowly trailing behind after some time passes.

“Hey,” he’d mutter after you let him in from the balcony, wringing his fingers together anxiously.  Soft yapping from behind you both catches his attention momentarily. “Sorry about Holly.”

You trot back over to the sofa, the dog immediately hopping onto your legs. The toy poodle adored human affection, often residing to snuggle at any given limb whenever you see him. “It’s all good, Yoongi. Make yourself at home.” He gives you a court nod, walking past the both of you and disappears into the kitchen for a while, appearing five minutes later with a hot chocolate mug that he places into your hold, a coffee for himself, and a warm smile.

Yoongi settles next to you after you pat the empty space, carefully watching his dog fall asleep on you under the pretence of watching the movie. You chat idly with updates of your conversations from the last time he was here. He likes the way your eyes widen in disbelief when he tells you that your mutual friend, Jimin, dumped his long-term boyfriend, and you enjoy the way a smile spreads over his lips when you tell him about Seokjin’s latest cooking disaster.

After he sips the last of his drink, he’s quick to steal Holly away from your grip, silently thanking you for the company before sneaking back out the balcony. They’re only gone a mere few seconds before you miss them both.

You sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of your nose. Following the commotion and the increase in volume in both Yoongi’s ignored commands and Holly’s barks of retaliation, you’re almost tempted to go see what the racket is.

Holly scrambles across the balcony, haphazardly sprawling on the ice and slipping around, barking madly at you in hopes to open the door. You slide open the glass, watching him scuttle in towards the heater, closing it immediately behind his tail as a few snowflakes drift in to your once cosy home.

The cute dog darts around erratically, his ears flapping wildly in tandem with his tail; you can’t tell if he’s stunned from being out in the snow or happy from the warmth of his new environment.

Holly then dives for your feet, his caramel curls tickling the skin exposed by your fuzzy socks. You pick him up with ease, taking both of you back to the couch and pulling the blanket over you.

“Hey, what’s up, buddy?” He stops yapping, nuzzling into your hold and you’re guessing he’s fatigued. After a couple of minutes, he’s out like a log and you lay him on the sofa, covering him with some of your blanket and petting him softly.

At the glass door is Yoongi, and luckily you’ve managed to open it just before he knocks. He catches your eyes with surprise, but then looks past you with relief as he spots his dog asleep. You pad over quietly, sliding open the partition whilst trying as hard as possible not to make any sound.

“Thank goodness,” Yoongi mumbles, walking over to Holly.

“You’re welcome,” you whisper, inviting him silently. “What happened?”

Your neighbour sits himself on the edge of the couch, gently running his fingers through Holly’s softness. “He pushed over some of the presents I had wrapped and they smashed, so he got scared. I shooed him to one corner but then he left.” You nod, “I would’ve come earlier but I wanted to clean up before I brought him back.”

Threading your fingers through the dog’s luscious coat, you hum, “It’s no trouble, Yoongi.”

Yoongi swears his name has never been his name until you say it. He’d listen to nothing else in the world except you saying his name if he had to.

“We should go, though. Don’t want to impose on your Christmas Eve eve.” His weight shifts awkwardly between his feet, though he’s trying as hard as possible not to come across as awkward. You stifle a giggle at the sight that somewhat resembles a five year old with a small bladder.

“I’ve no plans, you’re welcome to stay if you’d like to.” You watch his inner turmoil, his decision making put into full drive as he considers giving up his plans to spend time with you. “Or maybe drop by tomorrow?” His childish mannerisms continue; his eyes light up as if he’s seen Santa. You’d never tell him, but you heard him on the balcony earlier hastily co-ordinating a night out tonight with his friends over the phone.

“Yeah. Yeah, we’ll do that.” Yoongi scoops Holly up into his grasp, the dog huffing gently in his slumber. “See you tomorrow, Y/N. Thanks.”

“Oh, and Yoongi?” He’s halfway out the balcony door when he turns to meet your gaze, “Bring your dog.” He chuckles, sends you a gummy smile that melts your heart before stepping out into the winter winds.

As the snow continues to fall outside, and a young Macaulay Culkin smiles up at the pigeon lady you still have doubts on, you grow hungrier and lazier; craving food but honing an inability to obtain said food.

Your neighbour couldn't have had better timing. There's a soft knock on the glass door that you almost mistake as the heavy patter of snow on a frosty Christmas Eve. Behind it stands Yoongi, his teeth chattering, with a box of mince pies in one hand and Holly held in the other. A grin plasters itself on his lips and you swear there’s no better sight than this.

The door threatens to suck out all warm air when you slide it shut after you usher in a shivering neighbour plus equally cold dog. Snow from their clothing that falls off onto the vinyl melts on touch as they inch further into your warm home. Holly’s long been set down, his paws clicking with every leap he makes away from the pair of you.

“I brought some food, I figured you had like movies or something,” It’s this moment where you realise how high school-esque this is of you, blushing at the boy next door’s attempt to make small talk. You nod through your shyness and direct the both of you to the kitchen.

“Hot chocolate?” Yoongi turns his nose up sourly at the offer. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“You don’t have coffee?” You mentally scowl as he reminds you of your incompetence.

You still your movements, almost pouting at the empty mug in front of you. “Forgot to get some,” you mumble lowly. Yoongi hides his smirk from you by looking at the artwork you have pinned to the fridge.

“It’s fine,” he says, “I’ll just have a mince pie.”

You can hear next door’s Christmas carols that Yoongi hums along to under his breath. It’s when you’re watching the back of his head bob to the beat that you realise how much you know about him but how much you don’t know him. You know what he studies, you know about his friends. But you don’t know his favourite album or how he even likes his coffee. When the kettle clicks off, your thoughts are switched off, and you let out a relieved sigh.

There’s an air of awkwardness that you were trying so hard to avoid, but you’re incredibly thankful Yoongi fills in the gap, “Sometimes I think you only talk to me for my dog.”

His assumption teases a snort out of you as you stir the drink, “Psh, of course that’s the case.”

“Yea— wait, what?” He turns to watch you toss the spoon into the sink, shrugging.

“It is what it is.”

Yoongi’s munching on his mince pie following you into the living area when you both see Holly swiping at your beloved and you squeal, immediately settling down your hot chocolate to swoop her up into your arms.

“What is that?!” Yoongi bellows, Holly bounding to be at his feet. “Is that a giant rat?!”

“No! It’s my sister’s cat!” The feline purrs loudly, still not happy with her newest company. Yoongi’s eyes narrow to see the white fluffball curled in your arms. He steps forward cautiously — much to Holly’s dismal, who whines defeatedly. His gaze flits up to meet your momentarily, though you don’t catch it, before settling on the cat’s beautiful ivory coat. Yoongi’s hand warily comes up to pet her, and once she doesn’t flinch, he runs it through her silky hair, her purrs of bliss ringing as music to his ears.

“She’s a sweetheart. What’s her name?”

“Ivy.” Said cat takes the call to jump precariously onto Yoongi, landing into his arms elegantly before using him as a step to drop onto the floor. Your neighbour’s somewhat startled at the impact, but laughs it off sheepishly.

You both watches as Ivy strides towards Holly, who cowers into a nearby pillow, before she pauses in thought, giving the dog an approving look as to say, ‘You and your owner are actually okay, I guess’, before springing onto the sofa, turning a few times and sitting down delicately as if she hadn’t just made a scene.

Yoongi scoffs, picking up a neglected Holly and sitting on the other end of the couch, leaving you to perch in between them and the graceful cat that now purrs quietly with pride. With the remote in your hand, you change the TV to Netflix on an already-decided Christmas movie.

As the opening credits music fills the room, Ivy bounces into your lap, Holly eagerly shuffling his way in between you and Yoongi.

“Holly…”

“Ivy!”

Yoongi splutters, “Holly and Ivy?”

You grin at him, “Yeah, I guess!”

He admires the way your eyes crinkle when you smile with glee, “Cute,” he says to himself.

Many shy whispers later, you're left to bask in the warmth of the twinkly golden Christmas lights that gently illuminate the bleak evening and the beautiful face of the man beside you. With the leftover cream and marshmallows sat at the bottom of your mug, Holly and Ivy curled up by your feet, Yoongi cuddled into your side, and Home Alone 3 progressing through its denouement: you couldn’t have possibly asked for a better way to spend your Christmas Eve.

also, NO i haven't forgotten my yoongi oneshot and YES im procrastinating heavily on it *rolls eyes*

Parallel

Fandom: BTS Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader x Yoongi Warning: It’s extremely angsty, toxic relationship (bit problematic too), physical and emotional abuse, drinking, manipulative behavior?

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I look at him in disbelief. “Is it really the Jungkook I fell in love with?” I ask myself.

My cheek hurts from the slap that Jungkook’s hand had just landed on my face. Tears are forming in my eyes. I can’t see him properly through my blurry vision.

Instead who came to my mind was my ex, Yoongi. He was wasted that night. I should have understood and kept quiet. Instead I let my emotions take control of me and shouted at him, causing him to break the empty wine bottle right beside me. Pieces of glass flew to my face. I wasn’t badly hurt. But I was scarred inside. A scar, I knew, would never heal.

I remain silent. I wish I had done that before Jungkook’s anger rose to the point of hitting me.

Jungkook seems to have come back to his senses. He steps toward me, “y/n,” he whispers. I step back. Jungkook’s voice cracks up as he speak, “Are you going to leave now that I’ve done that to you?”

Yoongi, too, had come to me once he was sober. That day, I saw him crying for the first time. He had begged me to stay. He told me, “I’m not what you think I am.”

I answer to Jungkook the same reply I had given Yoongi that day.

“I can’t love someone I’m afraid of.”

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My Masterlist

Note: I don’t know why I keep thinking about such violent scenarios. Personally, I don’t think Jungkook and Yoongi could do such an act. But I had to imagine someone before I make a scene on my mind. Them being my biases, automatically came to my mind first. Forgive me, lord. Forgive me, Jungkook and Yoongi.