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Set Me Free 8 | myg
❥❥ Pairing: yoongi x reader
❥❥ Genre: arranged marriage au, angst, fluff, smut
❥❥ Summary: Growing up as the sole heiress to your father’s fortune wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. In desperate need to escape your home life, you enter into an unexpected arrangement with the infamous Min Yoongi. Will the both of you be able to find freedom, happiness and possibly love?
❥❥ Chapter Title: First Love
❥❥ Word Count: 14.5k
❥❥ Chapter Warnings: cursing, a lot of emotions as usual, lots of fluff (they are finally getting some happy moments), heated making out (75% of this chapter is just kissing), heavy petting, light hair pulling, nipple play, mentions of virginity, yoongi being a major softy, pet names (yoongi can’t help himself), making out in an elevator and other public places, tooth-rotting fluff, physical violence and abuse, verbal abuse, allusions to yoongi’s verse in savage love, dry humping, grinding, soft first time sexual experience, orgasm, explicit oral sex (male receiving).
❥❥ Author’s Note: Hi friends :) Sorry this took so long to update, but I am back. This chapter picks up exactly where we left off last time. Thank you for the patience and support. It means the world to me. The chapters keep ending up being long ones so I hope you don’t mind. Special shout out to my little one @minloop for being the cutest cutie ever and for keeping me motivated as I worked through some major writer’s block. I know you think you did nothing, but you helped me a lot and I love you. As always, please don’t be a stranger. Sometimes I worry the chapters are not good enough, so feel free to share any feedback or thoughts you have. Happy reading!
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To Yoongi, love was forever an enigma.
Although he was no stranger to the occasional relationship or casual hookup, he was always in the dark when it came to the true matters of the heart. It was almost as if love was a foreign language — one that he failed to decipher time and time again. Women merely waltzed in and out of his life with an unpredictability that could rival Pandora’s box, leaving behind only confusion and pain.
But none of that mattered though. He would simply brush it off and repeat the vicious cycle once more, indifferent to the effects it had on his heart. Love was just never substantive enough for him to take notice.
Until there is you.
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