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Jilt [Suga]

{{ verb // to reject or cast aside a lover, especially abruptly or unfeelingly }}

Forever was only temporary.

Angst. Slice of Life AU. 1,480 words.

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There is the beaded fitted bodice, the flowing train of tulle trailing behind you, and the gossamer veil placed upon your head with flowers woven through your hair. The barest traces of pale pink lipstick grace your lips, and faint shimmery eye shadow lay on your eyelids. Mascara is placed on your eyelashes carefully, and the slightest hint of blush is applied to the apples of your cheeks.

And yet, under all that, there it is.

The naturally glowing look of a blushing bride.

You spin around in front of the three-way mirror, surrounded by your chattering bridesmaids and your mother, but the only thing you can hear is the increasing thudding of your heartbeat. Today is going to be the happiest day of your life, the day you officially start the next chapter in your story with your beloved, the day you become Mrs. Min.

Today is going to be your day.

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Seigneur-terraces [Suga]

{{ noun // coffee dwellers who sit at a table for a long time but spend little money }}

He’s basically like a cup of coffee: hot and bitter.

Fluff. Coffee Shop AU. 1,107 words.

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Mondays are the worst, you think sourly to yourself, as you wipe the counters and pull down the chairs from on top of the tables. Amber called in sick, so you’re alone in the front of the coffee shop, and god knows you shouldn’t bother Joonmyeon when he’s going through the bills for this place in his back office.

Finishing up with cleaning the interior, you make your way to your usual spot behind the counter before starting up the coffee machines and making sure all the extras, like hot fudge and caramel, are filled and in stock.

Napkin holders full? Check.

Sugar packets and stirrers put out? Check.

Pastries all set out in the display case? Check.

Angry boy staring at you from the door? Check.

Oh, wait.

You quickly hurry over to said boy as he jabs pointedly towards the opening hours sign and ‘closed’ sign.

Flipping the sign to say 'open,’ you rush to open the door, letting the boy stride in.

“Oh my god, I’m really sor–”

“Uh huh, I’m sure you are.”

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Lovers’ Paradox.

Every time he gloats over you, you just want to punch him in the face to shut him up. With your fist or maybe with your mouth. You still aren’t quite sure which one to use yet. Possibly both.

pairing: min yoongi x reader genre: comedy, slight angst, fluff type: enemies to lovers + police au word count: 10,542 words warnings: a bunch of sexual innuendos author’s note: happy birthday to my mean ho, pablo, fellow yoongi appreciator, and the bestest friend in the entire universe @zephyoongist​ (i have a longer note for you at the bottom!)

➵ bangtan police unit: a collab with @gukstudio​

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Lieutenant Min Yoongi had stationed himself at his desk for three hours already, starting from when he came in at six a.m. sharp, and practically inhaled the coffee he had bought from the quaint hole in the wall cafe near his apartment. Despite already downing the largest cup he could order from the shop, he no longer felt the effects of the extra shots of expresso and was forced to drink the watered-down version offered at his workplace. With more caffeine than actual rivulets of carmine running through his veins, Yoongi practically fuels his sleep deprived body with lethal doses of the stale and caustic coffee provided at the Bangtan Police Station.

The crisp sheets of paper from the latest case file he is examining are spread out across his desk in somewhat of a disarray, the original order he had put it in four hours ago now long gone, as he continuously rifles around for certain tidbits of information that can piece the solution together. Picking up what is now his third cup of coffee, he mumbles a variation of curses under his breath when he sees that he had been using the case’s manila folder as a coaster, glaring disdainfully at the blatant brown ring staining the front of the file. He is beginning to lose feeling in his backside, and his mind toys with the thought of taking a nap in one of the cots set up in the backroom. Yet, he cannot take his eyes away from the evidence laid out in front of him; the solution is right there—he can feel it beneath his fingertips as he trails them across the ridged papers and the dark ink.

Three rapid knocks are heard against the glass of his office door, and Yoongi looks up to see Hoseok—his second-in-command sergeant and long-time police partner—enter the room, nervously biting his lower lip. A deeper crease forms between his furrowed eyebrows as Yoongi takes one glance at the worried and tense expression adorning Hoseok’s ordinarily cheery face. He finally speaks up, his voice cracking slightly from disuse. “What is it, Hoseok?”

“Organized Crime sent their sergeant here to work on that case with you.” Hoseok gestures towards the opened file. “Apparently, it’s connected to a string of gang induced murders they’ve been tracking, and—”

“Oh, fuck, no.” Yoongi interrupts, rubbing his temples as he closes his eyes. “Please don’t tell me it’s—”

“Guess I’m stuck with you again. I’d say it’s a pleasure to work with you again, but it really isn’t, so let’s just cut the crap and get straight to it, pretty boy.”

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