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Sing with Me - MYG

☞ summary | When management sets Yoongi up to produce a duet song with a girl group, he quickly finds himself growing closer to a certain member of the group; the lead vocalist that sings his music like it’s the blood in her veins

Started | October 5, 2020

Completed | Ongoing...

MASTERLIST

✿coming soon!

Profiles > Extra Profiles > The Girlies

01 | Traitor

02 | Bag Secured

03 | Bored...

04 | L-O-V-E

05 | Life or Death

06 | No Mercy

07 | Dead Men Walking

08 | Say Yes

09 | Nap Of A Star

10 | Oddly Reasonable

11 | War of Hormone

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**This is a sequel to >> Wrong Account

Look here for the rest of the series!!

for the pairing ask meme...yoongi x y/n, #25 💚

25 -  things you said in front of other people

I wrote this with the oc and yoongi from strike a chord in mind but it can be read as a standalone! I know some people were wanting a follow up or something similar from that verse so here’s a small one before I make the time to write that bartender!jin story I played a bit loosey-goosey with the interpretation of the prompt but OH WELL. and here’s my forever shout out to @hobi-gif 

pairing: yoongi x reader / word count: 1.1k / genre: fluff, with hinted nsfw elements (but this is sfw) / warnings: none!

It’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

“It’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” you say, and Yoongi lets out a quiet hum of agreement.

To people who don’t know him, Min Yoongi seems elusive and reclusive, cold and distant, unwilling to let people in. You’d thought the same, before, thought he was so far out of reach, too beautiful and talented for you to ever touch. But now you know better. You know of the endless warmth he keeps hidden, the depths of affection he holds for the people close to him, the people he cares about and loves. You feel it every time he looks at you or touches you, hear it every time he lays his fingers to those piano keys, each time he plays his music for you, songs he’s written for you.

“I want to buy it,” you continue, and he squeezes your hand with those lovely, talented fingers, the ones you’d fallen for so many months ago.

“You don’t need it,” he says, and you pout.

“But I want it,” you say, and before Yoongi can reply, your eyes widen. “Oh! I know! I’ll buy it for Holly!”

“You haven’t even met him,” Yoongi points out, though his words are edged with amusement, lips a tender curve as he watches you turn your attention back to the hand-crocheted dinosaur, already reaching for it.

“Listen, I don’t need to have met your dog to know that I love him and want to shower him with gifts.” You clutch the dinosaur toy tight with your free hand, unwilling to let go now that you’ve set your heart on it. “You can mail it back to Daegu for your parents to give to him. He’ll feel my love.”

Yoongi takes a moment to stare at you with his sharp, pretty eyes, and then just smiles. He’s already relented and he knows that you know that, as wrapped around your little finger as he is. “Okay,” he says. “Sure.”

He keeps hold of your hand as you walk to the till, gently but firmly tugging you back each time he sees you waver and long to reach for something else as well. You could fight against that tugging hand, and you know Yoongi would let you win, but you just settle down. You always do, easing back in the face of his judgement, letting him call the shots. (When you want to, anyway.)

At least, you do until you spot another dinosaur on a promotional display, the twin of the one in hands, bright red to its deep blue.

“Oh, oh, Yoongi, look!” You squeeze his hand to draw his attention to it. “Come on, we have to get that one too. Please?”

“Holly doesn’t need both, baby.”

“I’m starting to think I love him more than you do, Yoongi,” you say, a little petulant—even if you know Yoongi is right. “It’s like he’s my son and not yours.”

Before Yoongi can reply, respond to your admittedly playful ribbing, an older woman nearby smiles at you both, having overheard your conversation. “I think your son would appreciate both,” she says.

You latch onto this, even if the woman clearly thinks you’re talking about an actual child and not a dog. “See? Holly deserves both. He’s a good boy and a great son.”

“I think it’s very sweet that you care about him so much, even if he’s not yours,” the woman continues, looking at you, smile spread across her face. “How old is he?”

There’s a brief beat of silence as Yoongi stares at the two of you, and you worry that he’s about to correct this woman’s misunderstanding—that he’s going to tell her that Holly is, in fact, a dog—before he replies. “He’s four.”

The woman coos. “Oh, he’s still so young! Are dinosaurs his favourite?”

“His favourite toy is a ball, actually,” Yoongi replies, completely straight faced. “He loves it when we go to the park and play catch together.”

You swallow down your disbelieving laughter as the woman sighs with delight.

And so the conversation unfolds, and you watch as Yoongi wards off every question without letting onto the fact that Holly walks around on four legs and not two, slowly migrating across the store towards the till. He’s just telling the woman that Holly’s favourite food is peanut butter when you reach the front of the queue, and you tug at Yoongi’s hand to get his attention.

“We have to pay, baby,” you say gently.

“Ah, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to distract you,” the woman apologises. “I just wanted to say that you’re very lucky to have someone who loves your son as much as you do.”

“I know,” Yoongi murmurs, surprisingly soft and sincere, and you have to tamp down the blush that threatens to spill onto your cheeks. “I’m very lucky.”

And when you leave the store, it’s with two dinosaurs secured in your bag; both are gift wrapped, of course (only the best for Min Holly). You can’t help but giggle as you recall the delivery of Yoongi’s words, how he’d been completely inscrutable, speaking about Holly like an actual son—but then Yoongi gives you a look, a touch of his dark eyes, and the laughter dies in your throat. You recognise that look. Anticipation trickles down your spine, liquid quicksilver that rolls under your skin, hot and cold all at once.

So when you step into Yoongi’s apartment, shedding your jacket and shoes, you’re expecting the hands that cup your face. You go still all at once, eyes fluttering shut at the cool touch of Yoongi’s fingers.

“Babygirl.”

You shiver despite yourself, shuddering at the pet name, the deep note in his voice. “Yes, Yoongi?”

“You lied to that poor ajumeoni,” he says, a quiet note of reproach in his voice. “That wasn’t very nice.”

You don’t point out that he was the one that carried the brunt of it, the one that let the lie ride, let her continue to live in her misconception. “I was just joking,” you say—and your voice is already weak, breathless, as you melt under Yoongi’s hands.

“I thought you were a good girl,” he continues, as if you hadn’t spoken at all. It’s a physical effort to swallow down the noise that bubbles in your throat, threatening to slip past your lips. “But I guess I was wrong.”

“I am,” you insist. “I am, I am a good girl.” Your heart rate is already picking up, pulse rising each second you stare back at him, return the gaze that’s laying you bare already, that knows how weak you are for him, always.

And Yoongi’s responding smile is edged with heat as his eyes gleam. “Why don’t you show me what a good girl you are then, hm?”

Ohhh cee pd can't we have a drabble where yoongi is super shy to hold y/n's hand at first and he's just so nervous but eventually he does it and he's just like :)) I don't know which yoongi though...

pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: nonidol!au, a SICKENING amount of fluff, yoongi really likes u but u make him really nervous, you really like yoongi but he makes you really nervous, you two need to get it together   

→ wordcount: 2k

→ note: what a cutie patootie!!! also this gif!!! RADIATES boyfriend energy so i had to use it 

(gif isn’t mine!)

yoongi likes to think of himself as a relatively straightforward guy

if he wants something he just goes for it because life is short and he doesn’t have time to waste

he has people to see and places to go god damNIt 

but uh

for the first time in his life

he is quesTioning himself

all because of (1) y/n y/l/n 

maybe he’s not as cool and confident as he thinks he is

because this is his seventh date with you and he still hasn’t worked up the courage to just reach over and hold your hand

he can’t hold your hand

how ridiculous is that??

and!!!! get this!!!! he hasn’t even KISSED you yet

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the one where yoongi hates his therapist but kind of likes her receptionist; lveb!verse

➺ pairing; min yoongi x reader

➺ genre; lveb!universe equal parts emotionally constipated and cheeky yoongi!! the man of our dreams!! i don’t really know what to categorize this drabble as but it’s cute and it’s sfw <3 

➺ wordcount: 5k 

➺ summary; yoongi hates going to therapy - but you and your dumb little hershey kisses make it a tiny bit better, he supposes. 

➺ what to expect; “you like a man who’s unable to form emotional bonds with people, baby?”

➺ optional reading: not necessary but feel free to read la vie en bonsai just to get a feel for what yoongi’s like and why we’re all falling hopelessly in love with him!! 

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“see you next week, yoongi!”

“uh-huh, yep.” the smile on yoongi’s face drops as soon as he shuts the door behind him and he immediately rolls his eyes

well

that was an hour and a half of his life that could’ve gone towards something more productive

watching paint dry probably would’ve been more productive than whatever the hell that was

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omg cee imagine like a bratty king yoongi and Then comes the commander of the royal army ms y/n and he's all heart eyes 4 her

STOP IT I LOVE THIS SO MCUH

i just imagine yoongi all sprawled out on his throne because he doesn’t give a hecK about professionalism and good posture and when his advisor tells him that the new commander of the royal army is coming to meet him he’s just like okay fine bring him in whatever let’s get this over with

so imagine his suRPRISE when the doors swing open to reveal a young woman dressed in heavy-duty armour from head to toe and yoongi’s sitting there like?? when did the maids switch up their uniforms?? wearing that cannoT be comfortable when they’re doing the laundry!!! and as she’s making her way towards him he hears the heavy clink of her sword tapping against her side with every step that she takes and yoongi becomes more and more intrigued because the closer she gets… the cuter she gets…

“your majesty - commander y/l/n, at your service.” advisor kim introduces you before gesturing to you

you draw your sword swiftly before dropping to one knee and using it to keep you balanced

the last thing you want is to topple over in front of the king

“your majesty.” you clear your throat

your grip tightens around the handle of your sword as king min gets up from his throne

this is actually the first time you’ve seen him so close

you’ve heard plenty of people talk about how handsome the young king is and you have to say…

he’s actually not half bad

but he looks like he knows he’s not half bad which automatically makes him awful 

“you’re a woman.” he states plainly

a smirk twitches at the corner of your mouth

“that i am. it appears that nothing gets past you, your majesty.” you respond dryly as you resist the urge to roll your eyes

if you had a dollar for every time someone was shocked to discover that the new commander of the royal army was - gasp - someone of the female gender… you’d honestly probably be richer than king min himself

“hm.” king min scoffs lightly as he makes his way down the steps towards you, “someone’s got a smart mouth.”

“thank you.”

he pauses on the steps, “that wasn’t a compliment.”

you immediately look up at him and the two of you lock gazes

“i didn’t take it as one.”

(the voice in the back of your head reminds you that you’re not supposed to look at him until you get the permission to do so)

you lower your gaze once more when you spot one of the guards inching towards you

“how could someone like you possibly be qualified to lead my army?” you clench your jaw as he stands before you and you keep your eyes glued to his shoes

you feel like if you look up at him again someone might actually slice your head off

“how could someone like you possibly be qualified to lead my country?” you respond smoothly

almost immediately you spot the ends of two spears point at you and you let out a snort of amusement

“what? am i not allowed to joke around here?” you look up again and king min raises his hand subtly

the guards pull the spears away and you fight back the urge to spit out another sarcastic remark

you get the feeling those kinds of jokes aren’t appreciated around here

“you may rise.” 

you rise from the ground but keep your sword pointed to the floor

“what’s your name, commander y/l/n?” king min asks as he holds his arms behind his back

“…commander y/l/n will do, your majesty.” your eyes flicker to the long scar running down from his brow the middle of his right cheek

it’s a pretty gnarly looking scar, in your opinion

you wonder how he got it... 

“your name, commander.” advisor kim raises his voice as he stands a couple feet away from king min

okay

fine

obviously commander y/l/n won’t do, your majesty

“y/n. y/n y/l/n.”

“y/n…” king min repeats to himself as he takes a moment to look over your features

there’s a fire behind your eyes and he can tell by the way you’re obviously not intimidated by him that the two of you might not get along

which really isn’t great on your end because one snap of his fingers and he can have you executed

he’s looking forward to seeing how long you’re going to last working under him

“haven’t you ever been taught that staring is rude, your majesty?”

oh yeah

he’s definitely looking forward to getting to know you.

RISK IT ALL (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader x Yoongi

Synopsis: Jeon Jungkook, this season’s rookie, dares to make a bet with you, the girlfriend of NASCAR’s top racer - Min Yoongi. If he wins you have to spend the night with him instead of your boyfriend, and if he loses…well let’s just say that losing is not on Jungkook’s agenda.

AU: Nascar / Race car drivers

Genre: Smut, Humor, Action, Angst (if you squint)

Word Count: 8.2k

Rating: Mature / 18+

Warnings: car wrecks & accidents (a given), swearing, cheating (kind of?), explicit & unprotected & rough sex (protect ur coochies babes), double teaming, creampies, oral (female-receiving), alcohol.

Other: Thanks for reading! This is part 1 of my Trouble on the Track series. Check out the series masterlist HERE to see the upcoming parts! Also I would like to shout out this wonderful soul for beta reading this for me very last minute (and I mean very, like as in just finishing up minutes ago) so I would be able to post tonight! @nottodayjjk​ Eva you are a literal lifesaver! Thank you so much!!!

Disclaimer: for legal reasons, I do not claim to know every rule or strategy of NASCAR or it’s teams. I am in no way affiliated with NASCAR or any of the brands/companies listed in my writing (I only used real names to add to the experience of reading this fanfic). This is a work of fiction (pls do not come after me lmao).

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intimidation | myg

⇥ pairing: yoongi x reader

⇥ genre: fluff, a lil touch of smut, college AU

⇥ summary: in which you think Yoongi is intimidating bc of his dark clothing and his quiet ‘don’t give a fuck’ attitude… but then someone makes him laugh and you watch as his face lights up in the cutest gummy smile complete with shining eyes and blushing cheeks and BOOM you’re whipped for that boy

⇥ word count: 2.3k

⇥ warnings: dirty talk, light smut, cursing

⇥ sequel: intensity

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kiss me at midnight; myg

➺ pairing; min yoongi x reader

➺ genre; ceo!y/n x secretary!yoongiverse!! sfw!! fluff!! the title says it all!! this is the moment we’ve all been waiting for!! 

➺ wordcount; 8.1k

➺ summary; y/n finally musters up enough courage to tell yoongi about her i-know-i’m-your-boss-but-i-have-non-boss-feelings-for-you feelings. 

➺ what to expect; “careful, secretary min… i might have to give you a raise if you keep sweet-talking me like that.”

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“let’s see… the decorators are coming at 2, the caterers are coming at 6:30, the DJ is coming at 7…” yoongi reads out loud as he goes down his checklist, “the bartender sent over the special drinks menu which i emailed to you this morning, and- ah, right, the caterers mentioned that they were able to switch the mini hot dogs to sliders instead-”

“oh, that’s great! mini hot dogs just don’t carry the same level of class as teeny little hamburgers…” you narrow your eyes slightly as you clasp your hands in front of your face, tapping your fingers against each other, “what about the chocolate lava cakes?”

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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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Comfort

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (Female)

Word Count: 0.62K

Summary: When you and Yoongi fall asleep in the backseat of the car, you overhear the boys in the front discussing your blossoming relationship.

Author’s Note: This little drabble can be read as a stand-alone, but it fits into a headcanon of mine where Yoongi meets you during season 4 of Bon Voyage. Also, if this story concept sounds familiar, it’s because I previously requested it from the lovely @sleepyjhs (You can read her adorable interpretation of my idea here).

Comfort

The drive to your campsite was long, and the afternoon sun shining through the windows made the backseat of the SUV feel pleasantly warm. The only sounds you could hear were the hum of the engine and the rumble of the tires on the road as Taehyung drove steadily down the smooth highway. Conversation in the car had dwindled a while ago, and as the picturesque New Zealand landscape whooshed by, you found yourself staring outside, not seeing anything as the day’s exertions began catching up to you. Your eyelids slid lower and lower, the growing weight of drowsiness settling upon you. Slumping down in your seat, you leaned your head back, and before you knew it, your eyes closed completely.

“Look, they’re asleep.”

Taehyung’s hushed voice sounded muffled, like you were hearing him underwater. Was this a dream? You were too cozy to care.

You squeezed your eyes shut tighter, snuggling down deeper, and in your half-conscious haze you barely noticed that your head now rested on someone’s shoulder.

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Prompts 1 & 18: “I heard you shout. Nightmares again?” ~ “I’m just a burden on everyone”

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning: Mentions of mental issues.

Request: “yoongi comfort 1 and 18, thank u 💘💘”

You opened your eyes after your body had sat up on your bed. Your hand went to your chest as you breathed heavily, desperately trying to catch your breath. Not even three seconds later, you heard footsteps getting closer. The door to your room opened, revealing a very concerned Yoongi.

“You alright?” he asked even though he already knew the answer, deciding that keeping the lights off was the best option so you could go back to sleep afterwards.

You quickly nodded, trying to smile so he wouldn’t worry. Of course, he knew better.

He got inside, sitting by the end of your bed.

“I heard you shout” he informed you, and you lowered your head in response. “Nightmares again?” you nodded.

It was always the same one. You were trapped inside a dark room, not being able to see anything, it felt like some kind of void and you only grew more and more desperate by the second. And then water started coming out of nowhere, flooding the room in such way it was slow enough for you to run to every damn corner helplessly trying to find a way out, yet fast enough for you to run out of time and start drowning. You always woke up the second before you got unconscious.

Your breathing steadied a little bit, and that’s when you finally looked at him.

“I’m sorry I woke you up” you mumbled. He shook his head, frowning. Was that really what you were worried about now?

“It’s okay” he reassured you. “I wasn’t sleeping anyway” he let you know. And it was true. The past week he had been having trouble falling asleep. Plus, that night specifically he had been having a hard time with a few of his songs, some of them were just not feeling right. So, he was not going to fall asleep anytime soon.

You just stared at him for a few, not being able to bring yourself to even answer to that, and he couldn’t help but notice how lost your gaze seemed. Mental issues were no news to you, having dealt with them your whole life – but the past month they had for some reason only gotten worse and worse. That being the reason your older brother, Seokjin, had decided you were staying with him and his friends for a while, until you were better. He knew you needed noise and movement around you – leaving you alone with your thoughts was the worst that could happen to you, so why would he leave you alone in your single apartment when they had a spare room at the dorms?

You just wanted it to stop. You hated feeling like you were disturbing them. Sure, they had all agreed on having you stay with them, they all said it was okay. But was it? Or did they feel obliged to agree just because you were their hyung’s younger sister? You wanted nothing but to get better so you could go back to your apartment and leave them alone, but it was not that easy, it was not something you could control. You had these kind of episodes from time to time, it was nothing new, and it also took time for you to get better. That’s why you were so sick of it, you couldn’t just come stay here every fucking time it happened and disrupt their lives.

“Thanks for checking up on me, Yoongi” you truly thanked him. “You can go back to your life now”.

His eyebrows furrowed once again. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

Looking to the side to avoid eye contact, you shrugged.

“Y/N, you know you can talk to me, right?” he pushed, moving his face so he could lock his eyes with yours again.

Yes, you knew. All seven of them had always been there for you, making you feel like, apart from Jin, they were your brothers, too. But with Yoongi it was different – it had always been. He just… understood. He knew how to treat you, how to talk to you in a way you felt normal. Whilst everyone did their best trying to cheer you up, he just let you express yourself. He didn’t judge you, he didn’t question you; and for that you were utterly grateful.

“I’m just… sorry I keep crashing into your guys’ lives like this” you said honestly, biting the inside of your lip. “I’ve told Jin so many times he doesn’t need to bring me here every time this happens, it must be so exhausting for you all. And now apparently I’m screaming during the nights?” you scoffed, feeling done with yourself. You could’ve woken up anyone. “I just…” you let out a deep sigh, trying to find the right words to express what you really felt like “I’m just a burden on everyone”.

His heart shrunk at that. He hated the self–despising image you had of yourself. He hated it. And he wished he could do anything to make you know how valuable you were – just how precious you were in his eyes.

Getting closer to you, he placed his hand in your chin and turned your head so you were facing him again. “You are not a burden on anyone, okay?” his strong stare on you sent shivers down your spine. “We all have our bad times when we feel like everything is falling apart and need someone by our sides, yours just come a little more periodically than the rest’s and it’s totally okay” he gave you a weak smile. “And, being quite honest, I’m relieved Jin brought you here because I get to personally check up on you and see how you’re doing”.

You didn’t mean to, but his words really touched you and you were already vulnerable, so silent tears started making their way down your cheeks before you realised it. Once again, you tried to look away, but he was faster, cupping your face in his hands and wiping your tears. Just by seeing your face he knew you were about to break down, which is why he pulled you to him, allowing you to hide you face in the crook of his neck, finally letting it all out the moment you felt his arms wrap around you.

He stayed silent, knowing you just needed someone to rely on, to be there for you. You were so glad it was him the one who heard you and went to comfort you; if it would’ve been any of the other guys they would’ve either tried to cheer you up or straight up not know what to do. Yoongi just listened to you and spoke nothing more than the right words, knowing that was enough for you not to feel alone.

After a few minutes, your sobs came to an end. One of his hands went to your hair, stroking it while his other hand remained firmly placed on your back.

“You want me to go now so you can get back to sleep?” he asked in a whisper. He had felt your breathing become calmer, making him think you were starting to fall asleep.

You shook your head no instantly. “I don’t want to sleep” you admitted. You were scared you would end up having the same nightmare if you did so. He didn’t question your decision. He knew. He always understood and that was why you liked him so much.

“Would you like to go to my studio then?” that made you sit up straight, looking into his eyes.

“Am I being officially invited into de Genius Lab?” you cocked one of your eyebrows. At that he rolled his eyes, not even bothering on fighting the gummy smile forming on his face.

“You better choose your next words wisely, not anyone gets an invitation” you couldn’t help but giggle at that, thinking about all the times the boys would get inside his studio without his permission and how they’d end up being kicked out by him.

“I would love to, thanks” you really didn’t want to be alone, and being in his company wasn’t something you would reject.

That’s how you ended up in his studio at two in the morning, Yoongi drinking the coffee you had quickly gone to make for him before following him to his studio, and you drinking tea and feeding him some of Jin’s cookies you had stolen from the kitchen. His eyes were fixed on his computer, immersed in his own little world given inspiration had for some reason hit him that late at night.

By three am, you were sat on his lap, the two of you wrapped under a blanket while looking at his computer. His headphones were on your ears, wanting to show you a few of his songs so you could give him your opinion – which he deeply cared about.

And by four in the morning, the two of you were fast asleep on the little couch placed in the room. Your head resting on his chest and one of his arms protectively rounding your figure. It was safe to say you slept peacefully the rest of the night – no signs at all of that damn nightmare that had been tormenting your sleep.

That was the first night of many you would spend in his studio. It was good for the both of you – you would have him keep you company during your sleepless nights, making you feel safer, and he would get someone to show his creations to, along with some extra inspiration. Most importantly, the two of you would be able to fall asleep at some point, getting a good night sleep even if it was for a few hours. However, those nights at his studio stopped being enough at some point and they turned to days there, too.

At first the guys thought nothing of it, finding a bit odd that you would spend so much time together in his studio but, then again, the two of you had always had a special bond no one dared to point out. Nevertheless, when you were better enough to go back to your place, and you were still seen almost daily at the dorms or he was seen leaving them to go to yours, it kind of hit them.

Jin saw you one day introducing the password to Yoongi’s lab with a smile on your face while holding takeout, and after hearing his friend’s cheerful voice calling you a cute name the moment you entered, he knew why the two of you had seemed happier ever since a few weeks back. And he couldn’t be happier himself; knowing his sister and one of his best friends had each other to rely on, especially when times got difficult and no one else seemed to fully understand.

do it again | myg sm au

🖇 synopsis:

– months after deciding to end their three year long relationship, a sex tape hits the internet. fans go wild speculating that rap star, min yoongi and aspiring model, yn are the stars. old feelings arise as the couple try to figure out a way out of this.

pairing: rapper!yoongi x model!reader

fic type: social media au

side ships: namjin, jikook

genre: angst!! smut.

status: completed.

updates: everyday.

A/N: timestamps make sense throughout the fic. if u want to be added to the tag list, send me an ask!

parts:

prologue

character profiles: yoon nd friends

character profiles: yn nd friends

part one: fucking idiot

part two: sex sounds

part three: a thread

part four: soompi posted

time jump: deleting twitter

part five: hold her

part six: fuck her

part seven: party favors

bonus: single and available 

part eight: fucked up 

part nine: piss drunk

part ten: exchange gifts

part eleven: slippery slope

part twelve: studio session

bonus: arrogant, inconsiderate, and spoiled

part thirteen: another chance

part fourteen: eligible bachelors 

part fifteen: make a statement

part sixteen: rose water

part seventeen: great guy

part eighteen: just dinner

part nineteen: no evidence 

bonus: backup dancer

part twenty: my baby

part twenty-one: what you want

part twenty-two: fix us

playlist

part twenty-three: turning point

part twenty-four: my boyfriend/girlfriend

bonus: biting kink

epilogue (1)(2)

end

Pairing: Yoongi/F!Reader

Summary: After six amazing months of dating, things simply couldn’t be better with Yoongi. Even with all the ups and downs that can oftentimes come with a relationship, there hardly seemed to be a single thing you’d readily change about him or being with him and the sentiment appears to be very much mirrored by your significant other.

However, you’ve always been very quiet in bed and while Yoongi has never made any complaint about it, his roommates appear all too keen to use your general lack of noise behind closed doors to tease your more than proficient lover about his supposed lack of prowess. 

No, Yoongi has never minded that you’re more the type to whimper and sigh than moan and scream. But, as a man who takes great joy in treating his girl right, Yoongi becomes determined to prove his friends wrong.

Associated fics: Tongue-Tied (prequel), Taste (prequel drabble), Safe With Me (Namjoon series in the same universe)

Features/warnings: fluff, Jimin and Tae being little shits yet still wholly lovable, Yoongi being not so secretly soft and cuddly, Yoongi also being wholly determined to rock the reader’s world harder than he has thus far, dirty talk (again the sweetest kind), slight sexting, fingering, f!receiving oral, squirting, multiple orgasms, thigh fucking, protected sex

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Guardian Angel ~MYG [Request]

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

GENRE: angst, fluffy ending, Helping Yoongi after his surgery, him finally appreciating your relationship together

PAIRING: yoongi x fem!reader

A/N: I hope this is okay for you my love!

“Do you have any idea how irritating you are?!” Yoongi cried out as he threw his good arm back to make you let go of him. You sighed at him as you held the jacket in your hand, staring at him as you waited for him to get over his small temper tantrum and let you finish dressing him. 

“Going out for a walk was your idea, I’m just trying to help-”

“I don’t fucking need your help!” He yelled as he stared at you, his face red with anger as he shook his head at you. Mumbling something to himself as he tried to pull the jacket from your hands but you weren’t going to let go of it. 

“Yoongi you’re supposed to be taking it easy, let me help you,” You knew he felt bad about having to rely on you and the boys for things so you weren’t going to hold the yelling against him. You stepped forward to help but this only seemed to anger him more as he stepped away from you and began yelling all over again. Raising his voice so loud that you were sure the neighbours were going to call your landlord again to complain. 

“You have no fucking idea, do you?! Do you know how useless I fucking feel! Having to get my girlfriend to run around for me like I’m so stupid I can’t dress myself?!” This time when he threw his arm back in frustration he knocked over a vase of flowers, the glass smashing onto the floor as he stormed away from you.

“I’m just trying-”

“Well don’t! Stop trying! I’m sick of you breathing down my neck! Everywhere I turn you’re there and it’s too much!” He continued to yell out insults as you cleaned up the glass from the floor, sweeping it all up into the dustpan as you tried to get every last piece. 

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intimidation | myg

⇥ pairing: yoongi x reader

⇥ genre: fluff, a lil touch of smut, college AU

⇥ summary: in which you think Yoongi is intimidating bc of his dark clothing and his quiet ‘don’t give a fuck’ attitude… but then someone makes him laugh and you watch as his face lights up in the cutest gummy smile complete with shining eyes and blushing cheeks and BOOM you’re whipped for that boy

⇥ word count: 2.3k

⇥ warnings: dirty talk, light smut, cursing

⇥ sequel: intensity

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masterlist: greedy | myg x reader

being a loner has never bothered yoongi until now.  until you.

Chapter One: You Like Milkshakes?

Chapter Two: Church Lady Tights

Chapter Three: Toothpaste & Coffee

Chapter Four: Every Sin In The Book

Chapter Five: Do We Look Like Recruiters To You?

Chapter Six: The Last Exit Sign

Epilogue: Bases Loaded

part one: guarded | jhs x reader

part two: guilty | knj x reader

intimidation | myg

⇥ pairing: yoongi x reader

⇥ genre: fluff, a lil touch of smut, college AU

⇥ summary: in which you think Yoongi is intimidating bc of his dark clothing and his quiet ‘don’t give a fuck’ attitude… but then someone makes him laugh and you watch as his face lights up in the cutest gummy smile complete with shining eyes and blushing cheeks and BOOM you’re whipped for that boy

⇥ word count: 2.3k

⇥ warnings: dirty talk, light smut, cursing

⇥ sequel: intensity

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: historical!au, fluff, angst, smut

Warnings: (past) minor child abandonment, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), fingering, oral (female), yoongi can’t start fires, minor depictions of violence (someone gets kicked once), marking? kinda? yoongi lowkey has a consent kink, he says she belongs to him but he also says he belongs to her is that a kink? idk, a title kink? he likes when she calls him her king, pussy spanking, degradation/humiliation, name calling, cumplay ig? teasing, begging, one (1) titty slap, teasing, impregnation kink

Word Count: 16k+

Summary: Yoongi didn’t plan to collide with you on that fateful day, but it’s not long before you consume is every thought. As a palace maid, you weren’t destined for greatness, but he seems to think otherwise.

↳ or, Yoongi wants to make you his queen

A/N: so this was supposed to be shameless pwp based on daechwita, but obviously that didn’t happen sldjfsldkj. this is the longest fic i’ve written to date, and it’s my baby so i hope you guys like it and give me feedback. i’ve honestly had so many people read this that i can’t remember all of them and i hope none of you take offense to that i just have the memory of a goldfish. BUT shoutout to @luffles424 for always encouraging me and supporting my ideas bc i really don’t think i would have finished this without you, and @wwilloww and @ot7always for catching all my mistakes (there were a lot of them) so that i didn’t have to go back and read all 16k

Vocab: Sangtugwan - the little crown thing on their tiny man bun Daenggi - the ribbon/tie hybrid that women used to put up their hair Jeogori - the top piece of the hanbok Goreum - the tie that holds the front of the jeogori closed Sillok - historical records Donggot - the hair pin that goes through the sangtugwan Hyung - an older brother Appa - dad

Your entry to the palace had been uneventful. Your father’s wife had sent you away to the palace to work as a maid. Whether the reason was because he loved your mother more than he loved his wife, or because he favored his illegitimate child over any of his other children, you weren’t sure. Perhaps it was both.

Catching the King’s eye had been a stroke of luck. You weren’t as pretty as his concubines, nor were you talented or skilled enough to garner his attention. You were a simple palace maid through and through with little knowledge of the outside world.

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just yoongi saying every two seconds “ i don’t like you” y’know like a liar

min yoongi is the best shot in the business. you’re the best gunsmith in the city and the only person he trusts to programme his tech; to make his gear. 

he likes your work. it’s a shame, then, that he doesn’t like you.

pairing: yoongi x f!reader / word count: 14.3k / genre + rating: NSFW (18+), cyberpunk!au, smut, frenemies (?) to lovers

warnings/etc: hitman!yoongi. black market dealer/gunsmith!reader. cursing/explicit language. whole lotta tension, sexual and otherwise. mentions of injury/violence. minor character death (no one important, don’t worry, this isn’t an angst fic). brief hurt/comfort. reader has tattoos. sexually explicit content. oral; fingering; multiple orgasms; overstimulation (f). unprotected sex (please take the necessary precautions irl). rough sex?. choking. creampie. brief mention of aftercare. I think that’s everything but please lmk if I missed any!

a/n: thank you SO MUCH to both @hobi-gif​ and @morndas​ for beta reading this and being so supportive, ily both so much and I owe you my life 🤧💕 as always what was meant to be a short fic turned into a huge one. also this is technically for my 1.1k milestone but it’s a billion years late, oops!​

Yoongi really doesn’t like you.

You’re loud. Cocky. Arrogant. You needle him all the time, dig your fingernails in and squeeze, revelling in the way he sets his jaw, the muted spark of irritation in his eyes. You bat your eyelashes and tilt your head, throw it back whenever you laugh and reveal the easing column of your throat, dragging each interaction out with a kind of sadistic pleasure that has him gritting his teeth. Because you love annoying him, getting under his skin, tapping your fingers against the soft swell of your bottom lip as you eye him up, taking your time before you speak.

Infuriating. You’re infuriating and you know it.

It’s unfortunate, really, because you’re unavoidable. 

Jungkook had asked, once, why Yoongi doesn’t just go elsewhere. They’re more than familiar with the underbelly of this heaving city, underneath all the neon lights and shimmering holograms and towering skyscrapers and legal tech; the scuttling seams of back alley traders and illegal goods, tech or otherwise. There are plenty of black market dealers, after all, plenty of other vendors he could go to to get the equipment he wants. Plenty of other skilled crafters, artificers, artisans, people who would be more than happy to create the things that Yoongi asks for, that he needs. People who can get their hands on anything you want. For a price.

Yoongi’s answer had been short and succinct.

“She’s the best there is,” he’d said, and that had been that.

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i think this is the first mafia au fic i read and that plot is not really my thing but this one is so good i even gonna read the rest of the series!!!

masterlist: greedy | myg x reader

being a loner has never bothered yoongi until now.  until you.

Chapter One: You Like Milkshakes?

Chapter Two: Church Lady Tights

Chapter Three: Toothpaste & Coffee

Chapter Four: Every Sin In The Book

Chapter Five: Do We Look Like Recruiters To You?

Chapter Six: The Last Exit Sign

Epilogue: Bases Loaded

part one: guarded | jhs x reader

part two: guilty | knj x reader