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⟶ Chapter summary | Yoongi decides to bring back a few items from your previous playtime for revenge. This time, however, he doesn’t forget to add another element of surprise into the game. ⟶ Subtitle | Offering of Pleasure ⟶ Pairings | Min Yoongi (feat. Hoseok) x female reader ⟶ Genre | Established relationship!au, Smut (PWP) ⟶ Word count | 4,328 words ⟶ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature; including explicit sex/smut scenes, dubious consent, switch!Yoongi, switch!reader, bondage (light), temperature play (ice/cold), sensory play, blindfolds, blow job, deepthroating, orgasm control/denial, riding, unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty talk, threesome, spit-roasting, minor ass play, overstimulation. ⟶ Story Masterlist: Red series | Main Masterlist ⟶ Mailbox | Feedback | Ko-fi
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disappear
cw; choi seungcheol (scoups) x gn reader, angst, heavy talk of depression, loss of a friendship, betrayal, crying, anger, this one is heavy.
an; i wrote this around a month ago and it's been sitting around for when i felt it was time to post it. no tag list because i just don't feel like it's one that needs it. i hope you understand. i know this one is very heavy with the angst but i needed to get things out and i needed my comfort boy cheol. last month was a really hard time for me and writing got me through it. also i promise that i am okay, i've talked about my struggle with depression and anxiety before.
Overwhelmingly sad, the undeniable crushing sensation of depression pressing down on you with every breath. You hadn’t been this sad in months. No one had pulled you down this low in a long time. You had thought you were stronger than allowing someone to define your happiness, especially someone who was just a “friend”.
Perhaps that was how it happened so easily and why it hurt so badly. You trusted them just enough to let your walls down, to let them into your heart just enough that when their words hit you they tore out a piece of you. No matter what you told yourself, that you were the one to blame, surely there was a good reason for their betrayal, it couldn’t feel that tear in your spirit.
Tears soaked your pillow, even though you had told Seungcheol you were fine, covers pulled over your head so tightly you didn’t hear him use his key to get into your place. His feet quiet on your floors he doesn’t have to call out for you because he knew where you would be, he always knew you better than you knew yourself. You smelled the comforting smell of his cologne before you felt his warm touch through the blankets and heard his soft, deep voice.
“Don’t hide from me. I won’t make you face the world baby, but you don’t need to hide from me. They can’t get you while I’m here.”
You felt the bed dip under this weight and his hand pulling at the blanket over your head allowing light to reach you for the first time that day. Seungcheol frowns seeing your swollen eyes and bitten lips. You had been trying to keep yourself silent, you had been trying to play strong. Running his thumb over your bottom lip, Seungcheol shakes his head and adjusts to lay on the bed facing you, his other arm pulling you towards him.
“I won’t make you tell me what they said to you but one day I will find out. I can only tell you that you are stronger than them and you are stronger than you think. I know you don’t feel like it right now, so I’ll be strong enough for both of us.”
Soft sobs fall from your lips, your eyes wet with tears once again though you aren’t sure where any more moisture is left in your body. Your body words are muffled by your own lips when you try to calm down, though you can’t find the will. “I just want to disappear.”
Seungcheol shushes you, his lips brushing against your forehead while he stares at the wall wishing with all that he is that he could snap his fingers and make this better within seconds. Until he could he would hold you, he would let you cry, and he would never let you disappear.
“No, I see you just fine. You are going to stay right here with me.”
What if Gerry knew Jon from Jon's college band days when he would go wandering at night to get away from his mother and wandered into the pub they were playing at? What if Gerry had a crush the kind of kind of gangly guy who had long, nimble fingers on strong, hands and a perpetually chapped lower lip that got caught between slightly upper teeth when he ripped out a heavy bass solo. What if Gerry was thinking about talking to him and had finally worked up the courage to do so one night but a confident black woman with a million micro braids in her bob brushed past him and greeted Jon, one hand coming up to rest on the sliver of skin peeking out between Jon's tee and the waistband of his ratty jeans? What if Gerry thought Jon was straight and, before he had time to find out Jon was available and had been looking back, Mary ruined everything by mangling herself with the skin book? What if they both recognized each other when Jon summons Gerry, mere feet away from Julia and Trevor, but neither says anything because what difference does it make? Gerry is dead and Jon might as well be his murderer.