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Jin:
“Okay calm down Jin,” he says to himself, swallowing nervously (gif). “She’s just a friend and nothing else.” He looks at your sleeping face and confirms that he does want to be more than friends.
Suga:
He would be the first one to sleep. While you were awake, watching the movie, he would subconsciously pull you towards him in his sleep and snuggle close to you and you’d fall asleep in his arms to wake up to some weird explanation as to why he’s spooning you.
J-Hope:
He wouldn’t even notice you were sleeping because he would fall asleep first. He felt comfortable and safe around you to sleep in front of you. Little did he know that he would be waking up to you sleeping next to him, snuggling close to him for warmth and comfort.
Rap Mon:
“I have something to tell you,” starts Namjoon, about to confess. He looks down at you, to see you sleeping on his lap. He sighs, “I’ve liked you a lot and I’m having a hard time being around you (gif) because all I want to do when I see you is kiss you and hold you, and want to have eyes only for you.” He sighs again, knowing you’ll never hear those words come out of his mouth when you’re awake, but little did he know that you heard his confession and you felt the same.
Jimin:
He can’t help but smile so wide when you lean on his shoulder and fall asleep. He’s been too nervous to make any contact with you that when you make the first move, he can’t help but burst into joy.
V:
You and Taehyung were laying down on the grass. He turns to you to see you sleeping, snuggling closer to him. He was really nervous, but didn’t want to move in case he woke you. So he stared at you the whole time until you woke up.
Jungkook:
You were both studying for an exam at his place and were listening to a boring audio book when you both fell sleep on his bed. Jungkook woke up to see you sleeping peacefully on his bed. He covers both of you with a blanket and falls back asleep. It's only when your phone begins to ring that you both wake up, under the covers.
"Good morning," Jungkook says, stretching his arms, yawning.
"It's morning?!" you scream.
You hear him chuckle. "No, its night. But you can sleep over."
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Now, Yoongi loved his fans, he really did. Army was everything to him.
Well, almost everything. His dog was also a big part of his life.
But anyway.
Army was an intrinsic part of who he was and he appreciated every single fan with enough power to light up the city of New York.
But still, after a couple hours of meet and greets and a few hundred faces, the mind starts to wonder and people start to blurr. He would like to say that he remembered every single fan he greeted, but that would not be realistic as he was just one little man with limited storage space in his brain. Sometimes he forgot some, but he liked to believe that the feeling lingered.
But you… Damn, you he wouldn’t forget.
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Part two: Yoongi calls you.
Request: “So like… You’re open to requests right? What about a chapter 2 of this very beautiful chapter 1?”
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Still open to requests tho
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Yoongi used to be so great at picking up girls.
Back in the days, back when responsibilities were far and few and eyeliner was plentiful, he could look at a girl and in seconds have her phone number in one pocket and her panties in the other.
But now, after years-long hiatus from his Don Juan career caused by a jam-packed schedule and a (then terminated) contract he read like an app Terms and Conditions (that is to say, he didn’t), Yoongi seemed to have lost his ways. Now he could look at a girl and… Well, she would look at him back. Probably.
How do you call a girl nowadays, Yoongi wondered lying on his bed. Did things change since the last time he did it? Do people still call girls “shawties” or…?
Yoongi groaned, covering his face with his hands in frustration. That was how Taehyung found him a couple minutes later, still groaning.
“What are you doing, hyung?” he asked, eyeing him from the door.
“Contemplating the consequences of my decisions” Yoongi answered, voice muffled.
“Ew, why?”
Yoongi just shrugged, deciding not to answer.
“What’s that on your hand?” Taehyung pried, nosy as ever, walking in and taking it before the older boy had the chance to react “Is that a phone number? Who are you calling?”
“Give me that!” Yoongi ripped the paper from Taehyung’s sticky fingers, smoothing the creases out “It’s just… This girl I met at the last fanmeet.”
“Oh man is it the hot Milf with the little boy?”
Yoongi sputtered “How did you… She’s not…!”
Taehyung, as usual, interrupted “Yoongi-hyuuuung” he lied down next to other, head on his shoulder “You know you are my favorite hyung right?”
Unimpressed, Yoongi stared at him like he was a piece of gum that got stuck on his shoes.
“The best hyung ever!” Taehyung continued, batting his eyelashes “Say, hyung, best hyung… What are your thoughts on threesomes…”
Yoongi pushed him away, making him roll out of the bed and fall on the ground with a thud.
There were many reasons why Yoongi wouldn’t have a threesome with Taehyung, one of them being the fact that he was an absolute brat and would drive Yoongi insane in the bedroom and not in a good way.
The other was that Yoongi was a possessive little rascal, but that wasn’t necessarily related to Taehyung. He would first have Taehyung join the rapline in a Cypher before he shared you.
“Three is a crowd” Yoongi mumbled “Get out of my room”
Taehyung left, groaning as his hand rubbed his sore ass and Yoongi was once again left with his unhelpful spiraling thoughts. Always dichotomous, his mind could be full of worries and concerns, anxious and cacophonous or as empty as Jungkook’s first apartament and just as sparsely decorated.
Right now, his thoughts were slowly picking up volume, getting louder than his braveness, and so he decided to quickly dial up your number before he could give up.
“Helloo?” a child’s voice picked up on the third ring, one he recognized as Junsuu’s.
“Hey, is this Junsuu?” Yoongi asked, making sure. Children kind of all sounded the same to him.
“Yes, it is!”
“Is this your aunt’s phone, Junsuu? Can I talk to her?” did you give him the wrong number on accident, he wondered? Do kids these days have phones this early? At that age, his parents had him playing with an avocado.
“Imo’s in the shower” Junsuu answered and Yoongi heard shifting sounds as if the young boy was moving around “Hold on” hold on? Was he going to bring the phone with you in the shower? Yoongi gripped his cellphone tighter, left eye twitching at the thought of you picking up his calls naked and dripping wet “IMO!” Junsuu screamed, scaring the living hell out of Yoongi that still had the phone close to his (now ringing) ear “There’s a man on the phone for you.”
There was some shifting again, the low humming of a shower in the background before it stopped. He could hear a door opening and muffled voices and then your voice that still haunted his dreams saying “Hello?”
Oh, God. Here goes nothing.
“Hi!” he said in a chipper voice so unlike him “Is this…?”
Wait.
Hold on.
Did he… Forget to ask…
Your name?
His left eye was probably going to remain twitching for the rest of his life. However long that would be.
It was looking shorter and shorter. He might as well just stab himself with a spork and quit while he was ahead.
Well, sort of ahead. Third place, maybe.
“Yoongi?” you whispered, sounding doubtful “Is this you?”
He gulped “Hi” he repeated “Yeah, that’s me.”
“I thought you would never call” you laughed and for a moment he thought you sounded a bit nervous, a bit shy, just like him.
“Sorry I took so long, I was gathering the courage” he justified, not wanting you to feel like he didn’t want to call you.
“I get it. It must be hard, not knowing who to trust. I could’ve been some kind of crazy sasaeng or a journalist looking to sell you out or something.”
Huh.
Well, Yoongi actually didn’t consider any of that.
See, this is why his life span was looking shorter every second. One pretty girl and a poorly timed boner was all it took to end him.
“Yoongi?” you called after a few seconds of silence, afraid you scared him away “I’m not going to sell you out. You know that, right?”
He knew that. Sort of.
“Right.” he agreed “And if you are, at least wait after the first date, please.”
“Oh” the laughter was back in your voice, teasing him “There’s going to be a date?”
“I was hoping you would at least humor me with one before you inevitably leaked my nudes.”
See, Yoongi could be funny too. He could tease you right back, 2013 Yoongi style.
“Oh” you repeated, voice lower “There’s going to be nudes?”
Nevermind. He was not funny. Retreat, retreAT.
“I thought those were more of a fourth date kind of thing. I was at least hoping to keep mine save until then”
You just kept going! Let him breathe!
“The-There’s going to be a fo-fourth date?” he managed to choke out, voice strained, mind still stuck on the idea of your nudes.
“That depends on how the first one goes.”
“So… Is that a yes?” Yoongi was pondering if it was appropriate to start a victory dance.
“Yes, I would love to go on a date with you” you said and he wondered what phone company he would have to contact to get the recording of that call “I actually have to get ready to work right now, but you can text me the details, ok?”
“Ok!” he agreed, standing up and doing his little victorious shimmy.
“Oh, and before I forget, I realized I didn’t actually introduce myself when we met. I’m Y/N.”
Yoongi sighed, relieved you saved him from the shame of having to ask you for your name. “Can’t wait for our date, Y/N. I got something great planned!”
It was only after the call was over and he was strutting to the living room, mood high and vibes immaculate, that he realized that he had absolutely nothing planned. Not a single idea in his head for a perfect date.
Vibes ruined, Yoongi started to sweat. He needed suggestions and he needed fast. Who could help him in these trying times?
His eyes fell on his band members, all hanging around in their living room, all single and without plans on a friday night, the longest relationship they had being with their hands and duct-taped-phones.
He was fucked.
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The Concert {SUGA} pt. 1
I gaped at the large venue. This is where BTS will be having their concert?
A few weeks ago, me and my friend Stacy had somehow managed to get our hands on two BTS tickets. We woke up super early to get them, but hey, here we are! About to see our idols.
"Oh wow... This is amazing! I can't believe we're seeing them in person!!" Stacy said.
"I know.. I wish I didn't feel so tired though. I have this aching feeling in my chest."
"Me too, isn't that what happens when you're near your soulmate? DO YOU THINK-"
"No no no, my heart can't handle even the idea of that," I laugh, "It's probably just allergies. C'mon, let's go find our seats!"
We got to our seats and chatted until the lights dimmed, signaling the concert would be starting soon. The preview video began playing on the screen. Cheers cried out all around us, almost making me forget the aching feeling. Almost. It had become worse, was I really meeting my soulmate? I just want to enjoy the concert, I can't handle trying to find them in the crowd.
"Wait, don't soulmates normally switch-" I was interrupted by music booming from the speakers.
Suddenly, BTS walked out onto the stage. They wave before the first verse, fans screaming all around us. I watched them through my phone screen as they danced to Fake Love. After a few more songs, they leave to change outfits and touch up their makeup. Right as they're about to go behind the stage, Suga turns around to get one last glimpse of the audience, and making eye contact with me in the process. And everything goes dark.
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I wake up in a chair in front of the mirror. Rubbing my eyes and adjusting to the bright lighting, I catch sight of my reflection.
"No.., no no no. What? How..." I mutter.
"Yoongi-hyung! Check out this jacket they gave me! It's so sparkly" V calls out to me while giving a slight twirl.
"I... I'm, uh" I try to say.
"Hey um, I don't want to interrupt but I, I switched and uh, I'm not Jimin?" Not Jimin says beside me.
"No way! He switched? Are you jealous Yoongi-hyung? You've been waiting to meet your soulmate for so long now~" V snickers.
"I'm not him either" I blurt out.
"Of course you aren't Jimin" V laughs.
"No, I mean I switched too. My name is Y/N"
"OMG! Y/N?! It's me! Stacy!"
I jump up and hug her, still feeling dazed from the sudden switch.
"I can't believe we both switched at the same time!"
"I know! And this works out so well! Suga being your bias and Jimin being mine" She giggles.
"Um, why are Yoongi-hyung and Jimin hugging?" RM asks, walking into the room.
"It's not them! It's Stacy and Y/N, was it?" We nod in response before V continues, "They both switched with their soulmates at the same time. Crazy, huh?"
"Wait, but what are we supposed to do about the concert?" Stacy/Jimin asks.
We're interrupted by a phone buzzing on the table. I pick it up and recognize my own phone number.
"H-hi? Is this my soulmate? Or me... this is so weird" I hear my own voice tell me.
"yeah... I guess we're soulmates" I try to sound nonchalant.
"You don't sound very excited for someone who just got switched with her bias" he teases, "I can see your phone background, you know. Plus you're at our concert."
I mentally facepalm.
"So, about the concert," he starts.
"How long is the effect supposed to last for?" I ask.
"For me it was about an hour" RM says. I turn the phone to speakerphone so Suga can hear.
"Well, I can't exactly dance... or rap" I mumble in embarrassment.
"Didn't the staff prepare a plan in case this happened?" Suga asks.
We talk out the details together and with the staff. The concert can't be cancelled, since people payed a lot to be here. We also can't let five members go out without the rest of us. They decided to move the solo performances up and keep both me and Stacy backstage until we switch back.
While they performed, me and Stacy were too excited to watch, even though that was what we came here to do. We talked about how surprised we were and what we were going to do, plans of getting Korean lessons, worries, etc. Before we knew it, the aching came back and we switched.
Here we were again in the crowd, watching as they finished up the last solo performance. When Jimin and Suga finally came out, they had the biggest smiles on their faces. And so did we.
Coffee and Violets (SUGA) CH1 - Hoseok
You glance up after hearing the bell ring, signaling someone came into the cafe. A boy with dark hair and a bright smile walks in.
"Hello! What can I get for you today?" you greet.
"Could I get a caramel macchiato?" He asks.
"Yep! Will that be for here or to go?"
"To go, please." He responds.
You begin to make his drink as he leans against the counter. Soon enough his drink is ready and you package it up, sliding it across the counter to him.
"Thanks!" He takes a sip of it, "Hey, this is really good! I'll have to come here more often."
"Thank you!" you respond, proud of your skills.
"Actually, I've been meaning to bring this up the whole time, but I run the flower shop right next door."
"No way!" You respond, genuinely surprised. You guess you had a blind spot for that shop, you never bothered to check it out.
"I'm sorry I never came by! I guess I should introduce myself then. My name is Y/N"
"Nice to meet you Y/N! I'm Hoseok."
You two talked about running businesses, funny exchanges with customers, and the struggles of living on your own. Since it was a slower afternoon in the cafe, you welcomed the conversation.
"So, do you run this place all by yourself?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Yeah. I tried getting someone else working here once, but it didn't work out too well." you answer. He nods in response.
"Do you run your shop by yourself?" You ask him.
"Actually no!" He responds, "I run it with my friend Yoongi. We've known each other for years now, so we work pretty well together."
"That's awesome!" You say, "It must be nice having a friend you've known for so long"
There's a pause in the conversation while he seems stuck on what to say. You notice and add, "I'm just kind of introverted, is all. I had a best friend I was really close with in elementary school!"
"What happened to them?"
"We drifted apart in middle school. Once we went into high school, she moved away."
"I'm sorry to hear that..," He says.
"We weren't really into the same things anymore. I was busy with my writing, she was caught up with other things. We'd only call every few months and when we did, we'd have nothing to talk about."
"I see" He said before taking a sip of his drink.
"I'm sorry for rambling on so much! We don't need to have a pity party, that was years ago. I'd be glad to have new friends though. Maybe you can be one?" You trail off, a little embarrassed at your directness.
"Of course! Let me give you my number."
You pull out your phone and he types in his number. He sends a quick text to himself before grabbing his own phone to save the contact.
"You said you were a writer?" He asks.
You nod in response. "I have been since I was young, but as I got older I became consumed in my fictional worlds. I'd always be drafting new plots or naming new characters. Sometimes I'd even draw my own characters, though I'm not much of an artist" You laugh.
"That's so cool! I'd love to read your work sometime!"
"Yeah! That'd be nice" You respond.
"Alright. I better get back to the shop, but I'll talk to you again soon, 'kay? Maybe next time I can bring Yoongi along."
"Sure! Enjoy your drink" You smile.
He leaves the shop and you sigh to yourself, delving into your thoughts. That was so much fun, I haven't had a conversation like that in forever. Maybe it'll be nice having a new friend to talk to.
You pull out your phone and check your recent messages. His name had been saved as 'Hoseok :)'. You laugh to yourself. "His positive vibe sure is contagious."
Coffee and Violets (SUGA) CH2 - Yoongi
(Yoongi POV)
Hoseok comes running into the flower shop, a bright smile plastered all over his face.
"I'm guessing it went well?" I say.
"It was great! She was amazing-, You have to talk to her!!"
"I'm glad you have a new friend, but don't drag me into this."
"I'm serious Yoongi! You'd really like her! Besides, she told me she was into writing! Didn't you say just a few days ago that you need help on the writing for your songs? You should talk to her! She writes stories but I'm sure she could help with lyrics too!" Hoseok beamed.
"Okay. Maybe tomorrow." I agreed.
"Yes! Let's go first thing tomorrow! I'll text her right-"
"No! Don't text her, I said maybe!"
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"Are you ready to go?" Hoseok asks excitedly.
"We're just going next door. It's not a big deal.." I say, butterflies building in my stomach.
We open the door to the cafe and go inside. Walking up to the counter, every step weighs me down. What if she doesn't like me? What if I say the wrong thing and make a fool of myself? What if-
"Hey it's you again!" She greets Hoseok, "Is this the friend you run the flower shop with?"
"Yeah!" Hoseok turns to me and motions to introduce myself.
"Ah-uh.., I'm Yoongi, and you are?" I ask.
"I'm Y/N! It's nice to meet you, Yoongi." Y/N says.
My name sounds sweet as sugar against her tongue. She looks like she's from a movie. I stare at her like she's just a screenshot. The light brushes through her hair and sparkles in her eyes. She looks pure, but like a thousand thoughts are swimming through her head. A thousand thoughts I'll never know. I pull myself away.
"Ah, shoot, I just remembered that technically our shop is still open and no one's there to watch it. I better get back, enjoy your conversation guys!" Hoseok blurted out before rushing out of the cafe, leaving me on my own.
I turn back to her and she smiles at me, "So, what inspired you to start a flower shop?" She asks.
"Ah, well, I guess it was kind of more Hoseok's thing. I did like the idea of incorporating new flowers into bouquets that you don't usually see. There are so many beautiful flowers and plants that just aren't given the same attention that some are. I think that maybe through this shop we can show people that."
"That's beautiful.." She whispered, "I wouldn't have expected that. That's really sweet."
She purses her lips and looks away, snapping me out of my fantasy. I turn and face the window, what can I ask her?
"Why did you start a cafe?"
She looks up to me and grins, "Actually, it's more just a side project. Or I can at least hope."
"Do you not like running the cafe?" I say.
"No, don't get me wrong, it's pleasant. I love the atmosphere, but it's not my dream." Her voice turns to a whisper as she ends her sentence.
(Y/N POV)
From what you've heard-and that isn't much-this guy doesn't get out a lot. You feel like on some level, you can connect to him. Are you, too, hiding? Maybe he's right. This cafe isn't your dream.
"Sorry if that question was too personal.., You don't have to answer if you aren't comfortable" He begins, worry evident in his voice.
You respond, "It wasn't too personal a question. It was a good question. I'm still trying to think of an answer."
"Oh okay, take your time" He exhales.
"To be honest with you? When I was younger I wanted to be a writer. I already told that much to Hoseok. However, when I was in like, I don't know, 4th grade maybe? We had this project where we had to write a story. I had so much fun crafting my characters and adding new plot twists. I showed it to all my friends and we named characters after each other, it was a lot of fun."
He leans against the counter, "What happened?"
"When I got my story back, the teacher had covered it in red pen. Grammar mistakes, spelling errors, but mainly comments. She kept saying things about how the plot was 'unrealistic' and I needed to make my story simpler. Reading through my classmates' stories, they had a much better flow. I guess that's when I sort of lost my confidence."
He pauses for a moment, "...can I read some of your writing?"
"No, no.. it's really not good. I haven't even got anything published yet. You don't-"
"I want to read it." He states.
You sigh and head to the back room, grabbing a notebook from your bag. Opening up to a page, you say, "It's not edited or anything so it might be bad.., just stop reading if it's too terrible."
He doesn't listen, and instead scans over the page, reading your newest work. It's been so long since you've had anyone read your work, all you can do is stare at the ground in silent panic.
When he finishes the short story, he looks up at you with a bright smile, "What are you talking about? This is so good! It was really engaging and your characters are so unique. I want to read more of your work, in fact, if it's not too straightforward.., could I ask a favor of you?"
You freeze in shock, He... liked it? You begin to respond, "What is it?"
"Well, I've been working on some new music lately and could really use some help. Would you mind taking a look at it?" He asks.
You agree. He smiles, "Would you mind coming over tomorrow then?"
"Sure! I'll come."
"Ah, I guess I should give you my number then,.."
Author Note:
Hello everybody!! How are you today? I'm working on so many stories right now but please stick with me! I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter. Also a very happy birthday to my bias, J-HOPE!!! 💕🐿️☀️
Coffee and Violets (SUGA) CH3 - Visiting the Flower Shop
(Yoongi POV)
"Did you talk to her?? Did you like her? Are you guys going on a date soon?" Hoseok bombardes me with questions the second I walk through the door.
"Woah- slow down. We just chatted for a bit, why the rush?" I ask.
"Ah, I should've figured as much." He pouts and goes back to the shipping label he was printing for an order.
"...I did get her number though"
"WHAT?!?!?!?"
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"So she's coming over tomorrow? What are you going to wear?" Hoseok asks.
"The same thing I always do? She's just going to look at my lyrics.., It's not like a date."
"Sure. It's not a date. I believe you."
"It isn't!" I yell back, my face starting to burn red.
"Haha! You're blushing! I told you you'd like her~" He sings while running out of the room.
Damn it, Hoseok. He always overreacts. What's the big deal, anyway? Is it not normal to invite someone over? Or to give them your number?
...Is it?
*ding*
I pull my phone from my pocket and read the message.
Y/N: Hey! Just checking to see what time you wanted me to come over tomorrow :)
I blink rapidly, trying to comprehend the text in front of me. I start to type out a response, "Anytime is really fine. We're not busy."
Y/N: Alright! See you tomorrow then! 😃
I set my phone back on the table. Hoseok walks in, "What was that dinging sound earlier? Did she text you?"
"Yeah"
"WHAT DID SHE SAY?" He yells while grabbing my phone from the table. As he scrolls through the messages, he says, "You didn't even respond to her. It's rude to leave people on read, y'know."
"There was nothing left to say" I respond.
He starts typing something out and hits 'send'.
"Much better!" He replies.
"What did you do??" I reply, panicked.
He hands me the phone to show the message, reading: I can't wait to see you 😊
"HOSEOK!! I would never say that! That's so dumb, she's gonna think I like her or something."
"Don't you?" He smirks.
We're interrupted by another ding from my phone. Hoseok gets to it before me and reads out the message, "Oh? Catching feelings already?"
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(Y/N POV)
Why did I send that?? I question myself. I hardly even know him, I shouldn't be joking like this.
I type out another message to clarify the previous one.
Y/N: Just kidding. You better not haha
Yoongi: Why? Do you have a boyfriend?
Y/N: I might.
Yoongi: What's his name?
Y/N: Okay, I don't. You still better not catch feelings, I know how tempting I am ;)
Yoongi: I promise.
I set my phone down on the counter, giggling to myself as another customer walks in.
"Hey! What can I get for ya?"
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Before I step out of the cafe to go to the coffee shop, I give myself one last look. I'm currently wearing a gray sweatshirt with black jeans and my tennis shoes. Wow. I really chose to not dress up at all.
It's too late to change though and I wouldn't anyways. I step out and walk a step or two before opening a new, different door.
"Hi! Welcome to- OH HEY Y/N!!" Hoseok greets.
"Hi" I timidly grin as I step into the shop.
"Yoongi's just in the back- I'll lead you there!"
I follow him behind the counter into a large room with long, black tables and shelves covered with foliage.
"Yoongi~ your date's here" Hoseok calls to him.
"I'M NOT-"
"SHE ISN'T-"
"Relax! I'm just kidding. Have fun you two!" And with that, Hoseok goes back to the front of the store.
Yoongi turns around and makes eye contact with me, a small smile playing on his lips.
"h-Hey" I say apprehensively, breaking the eye contact and instead glancing down at my worn sneakers.
"Uh, hi. Here, you can sit next to me." He turns away, his face turning a pale pink.
I walk over and sit on the stool next to him. Despite the large room, I still feel too close. I fumble with my hands and bite my bottom lip. I didn't realize this would be so awkward. Why did I agree to this? And why is it so much easier to chat with him when it's over text?
(Yoongi POV)
This was so much easier when it was Hoseok writing the messages... I tap my pencil against the desk while looking over the pages of lyrics in front of me.
"U-um this- er.., these are the lyrics I have so far. They're pretty new so if they don't sound good then-"
"You read my writing yesterday. Don't worry, I'm not gonna judge yours" She smiles sweetly at me while gently pulling the papers from my hands. I watch timidly as she reads through them.
"These are really good" she says, turning back to me, "but- well..," She pauses in thought.
"You can say it, it's okay" I say.
"It's just, well, they leave me a little heartbroken."
Her words surprise me. Heartbroken?
"It sounds like you've been through so much, and I just," her voice wobbles and a tear escapes her eye.
I rest my hand on her shoulder, "Hey, hey, why are you crying? I'm okay, we're fine."
She turns to me, her teary eyes sparkling under the fluorescent lights.
"I don't want you to have gone through that. That's so terrible. I want you... to be happy" She turns away, "You deserve to be happy."
A light laugh escapes my lips, "First of all, you don't know me. Maybe I don't deserve to be happy."
"THAT'S NOT TRUE!! You're a good person and you deserve to be happy! I just know it!"
I gasp at her outburst. Everything, the pout on her lips, the dark blush on her cheeks, her passion, the way she defends me when I can't even defend myself, all of it draws me to her. This is the first time, in so long, that I've felt... loved. She doesn't even know me and yet, her presence feels so warm.
"Thank you."
Why am I already so attached to her?
Am I...
Falling for her?
Coffee and Violets (SUGA) CH4 - I’m Not Going
"Ugh, I'm just so sick of hearing the same music here all the time. I try to play lofi, but it gets repetitive. I try to play mainstream music, but it's too distracting. I need something to fit the cafe's cozy vibe, you know?" I complain to Hoseok.
He sips on his coffee, "Have you tried just having silence? And not playing music?"
"I have, but it makes the front of house so uncomfortable. Sometimes a group will stop talking and it's just silent. I don't want it to be awkward!"
"Hmm," He pauses, thinking through my problem, "Yoongi's actually really good with music. Have you thought about talking through it with him?"
"No way!" You spit out before you had the time to think. "He'd probably judge me or something... I hardly know him! I'll be fine, I just wanted to rant for a bit."
Hoseok doesn't seem to be listening, but instead staring at his phone. Scrolling through things before eventually bringing the phone to his ear and talking. Oh gosh, what is he doing now?
"Hey, Yoongi?"
"..."
"Yeah I'm just calling to ask you a favor"
"...."
"Well I'm talking to Y/N right now! It's easier to just call"
"..."
"Yeah, she needs new music for her cafe and was wondering if you could help"
"No I wasn't! Stop it! I'm not meeting up with him!" You angrily whisper as he continues to ignore you.
"Great! Then I'll send you the address. How does this Friday sound?" He puts a hand to the phone and whispers to you, "You're free Friday, right?"
"No, I am not! I'm not going!"
"Yep she'll be there!"
"..."
"Sounds good." He hangs up the phone and turns to you, smiling.
"What the hell was that?" you burst out yelling at him.
"He said he'll be there! He can help you with your problem. Isn't that great?"
"No. It most certainly is NOT great. I did not agree to this!" you sneered.
"Why are you so against this? You guys are friends. Unless..." He says.
"Unless? Unless what?" You say, calming down a little.
"Do you like Yoongi?" He questions, a smirk forming on his face.
You pause, breathless. I don't want to lie to him, but I also don't trust he'll keep it a secret. Yes, I like Yoongi, who wouldn't? That doesn't mean I want to go on a 'date' with him and risk completely embarrassing myself.
"You do!" He yells out, "You totally do! You paused!"
"Fine. I like him. Now what? This whole interaction is just going to be an embarrassing reminder that I'm nowhere near his type and that he will never like me."
Hoseok just laughs across from you, "I wouldn't be so sure about that."
"What do you mean?" you ask.
"Have you seen the way he looks at you? Maybe you aren't around him enough to know, but he doesn't act like that around just anyone."
"Act like what?" you ask, beginning to feel at least a bit hopeful. Sure, it's not true, but you still enjoy fantasizing a bit.
"like- smiling and stuff. It took forever to get him to run the shop with me, and he still refuses to talk to the customers. He mainly just puts together the bouquets and writes the poetry on the labels."
So he's the one that writes those... you think to yourself. "That doesn't mean he likes me, that's just how he acts around friends." You argue. Honestly though, you're just fishing. You want to hear more about how he likes you, even if it isn't true.
"Ugh. I'm done trying to convince you, Y/N. If you don't believe me, fine, but you are going to that date this Friday."
"Where even is it?"
" _____ Restaurant." He informs you.
[AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry I don't know what to call the restaurant ._. just name it whatever you want]
"WHAT? THAT PLACE IS SO FANCY, AND EXPENSIVE?? I CAN'T AFFORD THAT." You yell.
"Don't worry, Yoongi will pay." He says.
"I don't want that! What if he can't afford it either? I'm sure you don't make that much money running a flower shop."
"Are you calling us poor?"
"No no, and it's fine if you are it's just... I don't want to put him in an uncomfortable position."
"Don't worry about that Y/N. Just be there this Friday, and have a good time! You never know what could happen..." He smiles suspiciously.
Coffee and Violets (SUGA) CH5 - Not Quite a Date
"No, no this won't work either."
You're currently at your apartment going through every article of clothing you own. Hoseok never told you what you should wear to this not quite a date.
It's a fancy restaurant, sure, but it's also just a meeting between two friends. You guys are just going to be talking about music, so you should stay casual, right? And if you dress too formally and he doesn't, then it'll be embarrassing and show that you were in fact greatly looking forward to this.
You decide on a simple black dress that goes to your knees. It's sleeveless, but you figure you'll only be gone for about an hour. The meeting will be over before the sun even starts to set, so you won't need to bring a jacket.
The restaurant isn't far from your apartment so you decide to walk. Arriving at the building, you're astounded by the atmosphere. Tall and wide windows peer into the room and gloss over the tables. You leave the comfort of the awning and stroll into the restaurant. A thick red doormat covers the entryway and warm, moody lighting fills the room.
"Hello Ma'am. Have you made a reservation?"
"Umm.... I'm here to meet someone?" You say with apprehension in your tone.
"Ah. What is the party name?"
Shoot. Hoseok never told me what to say! "Well, I'm here to meet someone named Yoongi.... I think?"
"That'll be right this way."
You follow him through the busy restaurant and begin to feel self conscious. Everyone here is decked out in expensive jewelry, velvety outfits and hair that must have been professionally styled. You don't fit in at all, with your hair lightly brushed and only some makeup on.
Your feelings only get worse when you find yourself at his table. He's wearing what almost looks to be a suit. he looks stunning, and for a minute you can almost imagine that this really is a date, before looking down at your attire and being reminded of the harsh reality.
"Ah, this is a bit embarrassing." You say as you sit down, "You look so nice and I'm here in what could be considered a nightgown. Ah- not to say you look nice, er,. you do look nice but I mean-"
He interrupts with his soft laughing, "Thank you, but to be honest? These are actually just my pajamas."
What kind of a person owns pajamas like that? You think to yourself. An awkward silence forms between the two of you. Finally, he breaks the silence.
"So, how was your day?" He asks you.
"It was good, and you?" You ask, desperately avoiding eye contact.
"It was pretty stressful all day, but it's better now." You can't help but look up, only to be met by his intoxicating brown eyes. Was that... a flirt? It couldn't be, he's just talking about how he's happy to be done with work for the weekend.
Despite your own awkwardness, Yoongi was able to continue the conversation smoothly. Your guys' laughter died down as you stared off onto the empty plates and glasses on the table.
"So, Hoseok told me you needed help with music?" Yoongi asked.
"Ah, yeah. I wanted to find some new music for my cafe."
"Do you have any specific genre in mind?"
"Well, the cafes I usually go to have jazz music playing. However I'm quite fond of piano music... I guess it's kind of close to me since my mom always played the piano when I was a kid."
"I play piano" he says and smiles gently.
"Really? It's such a pretty instrument. I'd love to hear you play sometime"
He rolls up his sleeve to check the time on his watch.
"Hm... it's only 5:00 pm, do you want to come over to my apartment to hear me play? Like- I can play a few styles to give you a better idea of what you're looking for..."
"Okay! Ah but first-" You try to ask him if he wants to split the bill only to see him walking over and paying for it himself. Taking Hoseok's advice, you stand idly behind Yoongi and try to just have a good time.
You two walk out of the restaurant together. The sky is painted in scarlet and orange. The walk together was silent, from the beginning to the entryway to his apartment.
When you come inside, he leads you to the main room with a brown piano at the center of it. He sits down and begins to play. Soft notes envelop the silence, swinging in a way unique to the jazz style.
When the song ends, you clap profusely and smile.
"That was amazing! How long have you been playing for?"
"Thank you, I've been playing since I was fairly young." He responds, turning away to hide his face. "Would you um... like to sit down?" He clears room on the piano bench for you to sit.
He plays a few more songs and you sway along to the rhythm. You close your eyes and sink into the comfort of his playing. After a while of discussing, you guys decided that he would record a few performances for you to play at the cafe. He also suggested making a playlist of similar music for you. You agreed.
"I might even be able to perform at the cafe eventually. If you want!- that is." He says.
"That would be wonderful, Yoongi." You smile.
You check your phone to find it 8:00pm. Shoot, did you really just spend three hours here talking about music?
"Oh it's late, I really should get going. Thank you for today. I had a great time, you were a lot of help." You turn to open the door and leave when a hand grabs your wrist.
"I can uh, walk you home."
"No no! Don't worry about it, you've already done so much."
"It's fine, I enjoy walks at nighttime. I usually don't sleep until late anyways. Plus, I'd worry if you- Hoseok would hate me if I let you walk home in the dark." A blush spreads through his face as he tries to cover up how much he cares about you. You feel a warmth on your face as well.
Walking home you feel chills run down your arms. You'd worn a sleeveless dress this evening, not thinking you'd end up staying so long. A warmth envelops you and you welcome it, until you realize. Yoongi gently draped his jacket over your shoulders. He stays quiet. You blush and turn around to look at him. Despite the low lighting, you can still see him. Though he tries not to show it, he looks incredibly flustered. Even more than you.
Coffee and Violets (SUGA) CH6 - Spilled Milk
[Warning: One swear word!!! :(]
(Yoongi POV)
I bite my pen in frustration. Hoseok comes in as I close my lyric book.
"What's wrong? Writer's block again?"
"Worse. I can't stop writing." I reply.
Hoseok shuffles over to where I sit, "How's that a problem?"
"I just started writing and it just started being about her"
He glances over the lyrics, "These are good. You should use these in your next song"
"No!" i slam the book shut again, "If I do, then she'll know how I feel!"
"And..?"
"C'mon Hoseok, she doesn't feel the same. She doesn't want me." I sigh.
"I don't thin-"
"Yoongi!" A girl yells, walking into the storage room, "I haven't seen you in forever!"
"Minsoo?" Hoseok asks.
Minsoo walks over to where we're sitting.
"What's that?" She asks, grabbing at my lyric book.
"Nothing!" I pull it away and hide it behind my back.
Sensing the awkwardness in the room, Hoseok tries to lighten things up.
"Minsoo! I haven't seen you since, what, high school? How've you been?"
"I've been so good! I've missed you guys though. Especially you, Yoongi" She passes a smirk my way.
The memories come flooding back. She was Hoseok's friend, and always was trying to get close to me. She asked me out several times, never quite getting the point. She would always bully others, putting them down to lift herself up. I had hoped she grew kinder since then, but apparently not.
"Sooo," She taps her acrylic nails against the table, "Do you guys want to go hang out? I heard the coffee shop next door is good."
"Actually, I'm sorry but I can't" Hoseok states, "I have to work the counter. We also have an important shipment coming in later today, but Yoongi can go!"
"No no no!" I whisper to him, "I'll watch the shop. You can catch up with her or something! Don't make me go!"
"Yoongi, you never watch the counter. Besides, the shipment is under my name and they need me to sign for it. Just entertain her for a bit."
"But don't you remember how she treated me in high school? I don't wanna go through that again!" I sneer.
"I'm sorry, Yoongi." He says before flashing a grin to her and leaving.
We walk over to the coffee shop, me dreading the entire thing. When we walk in, everything blurs as Y/N's smile greets me. Looking to my side, it falters for a moment before returning to me.
"Hi, what can I get you today, Yoongi?"
"Oh, you know him?" Minsoo jeers.
"y-yeah. Well, kind of." Y/N stutters. Cute.
We place our orders and head to a table, Minsoo practically clinging to my arm.
(Your POV)
I watch as Yoongi and that girl walk to a table. She's hugging his arm the whole way. when they sit down, his back is to me and all I can see is the glares she sends my way.
I try to focus on making their drinks, but my hands are shaking a bit the whole time. Focus, Y/N! You knew you weren't his type! you knew he probably had someone better! you knew not to get attached, so there is no reason to feel heartbroken now.
I call out their drinks, her name is bitter on my tongue. As I hand it over to her, I accidentally drop it. The lid falls and her coffee spills all over the ground and her heels.
"Oh...my... god." She yells.
"I-I'm so sorry, I'll remake that immediately, It was just an accident" I apologize as I try to clean the spill.
"You should be sorry. We are leaving right. now." She says, "You can't even get a little coffee order right, can you? People like you don't even deserve to know people like Yoongi"
He surely can't hear her over the loud pop music playing. The music you were going to change together. The music that I'll probably never hear now. Without another jab at me, she grabs onto Yoongi and drags him out of the shop.
(Yoongi POV)
"Why are we leaving?" I ask.
"That bitch spilled the coffee all over my new shoes, so I gave her a piece of my mind."
"You what?" I rage.
"I just told her the truth. You shouldn't be friends with someone like her, Yoongi. You can do better." She elaborated, "In fact, I'm still open if you want to-"
I run off back to the cafe. Which wasn't too far, seeing as Minsoo had managed to drag me just a block away. When I get there, I pull the door open. Except I can't. Because it's locked.
"What the..." I mumble.
Looking up, I see the sign on the door reading closed.
"Damn it!" I yell.
I try to open my phone to call her and apologize, but just my luck, the battery's dead. Going next door into my store, I try to find Hoseok.
Fluttering on the counter is a bright yellow sticky note:
Hi Yoongi!
There was an issue with the shipment so I had to go to the warehouse to confirm things. I'll be back soon! Don't miss me too much
-Hobi
"Ugh!" I wail. How can this get any worse? I made a mistake and I can't even fix it. Now she probably hates me and I've already lost the one person that makes me feel this way.
I've lost the only girl I've ever loved.
lilac;
member- yoongi
genre- fluff, au
words- 1,819
summary- “au where you have a stripe of your soulmate’s hair color on your wrist and if they dye their hair the stripe changes colors” soulmate!au
a/n- !!! im sure you guys have seen this au idea before, but i still hope you like my take on it! btw it is an au, but everything is the same except that people have soulmates. BTS is still famous in this! (this gif was the closest to lilac i could find lol)
The club’s lights hurt your eyes, but that may be the liquor talking.
“How long have we been here?” you ask your closest friend, Euna, with a bit of boredom laced between your words. She only shrugs.
“Like an hour. Why?” she asks while taking a swig of her beer. You sigh and shake your head.
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Reactions / observations - BTS performance on Golden Disk Awards
1 - Yoongi is back
2 - Hoseok looking into your soul
3 - Taehyung looks so happy … this beautiful smile
4 - Wait … Was that an attempt to imitate Nam, Mr. Kim Taehyung?
5 - Kim Namjoon sweating … I’m dead
6 - Okay, I was not dead … but, after that Jungkook blink I can say, yes, I’m dead
7 - RUDE, SO RUDE
8 - YOONGI IS BACK BITCHES
Yoongi being savage (as always) Min Yoongi stops spoiling Jimin's dreams of having a big hand with long fingers + cute moment (Tae's smile) ♡
They form such a cute couple!
bts reaction to you having short hair
@legeusell asked “Hi :) Can you write scenarios where bts has girlfriends with short hair? thanks 💜”
a/n: bro this is so long overdue it’s embarrassing, so sorry about the astoundingly long wait on your request. also I used to have short hair back in the day for most all of my early childhood until late middle school, but that was a long ass time ago, so if some stuff in here sounds weird or not relatable, that is why and I'm sorry. hope everyone enjoys regardless
warnings: swearing, this is unedited so yikes don’t kill me pls, also some how Jungkook’s got like super long so yikes, sorry about that
s e o k j i n
Jin loves your short hair so much. He thinks it is the best thing on planet earth.
His favorite thing is when you wake up and you have really bad bed head, he just points at your messy hair and laughs his ass off. Before he could say anything more, you make sure to turn the taunting right back at him, giggling at his own hair sticking up in a million different directions.
If your hair has a similar length to his, even if it isn’t anything remotely like his, he will try his damndest to style it to look like his. Has he been successful? no. Does that stop him from trying again another day? no.
“Jin, will you fucking stop? I would like to have hair when I’m thirty thank you.”
“Y/N, light of my life, the yin to my yang, I love you so much, but stop fucking moving. Don’t you want to look like the pinnacle of beauty, the aphrodite of all the human race, the-”
“I never said that, I said that I want hair when I’m thirty, but that seems unlikely due to the force you are pulling my hair at right now.”
“Well it sounds like your fault that you hair is no match for my sheer unbridled arm strength,” he replied, his hands leaving your hair to dramatically flex his muscles.
y o o n g i
This man would not care what length your hair was at, he is indifferent to things like that. Now that doesn’t mean he thinks you look adorable with your short locks.
Yoongi will never admit this to anyone because he fears it will make him look soft. (Don’t tell him, but everyone knows this man is soft all day everyday, but he refuses to accept his softness, so keep this on the down low).
His softness especially comes out when the two of you are laying on the couch late one night, just watching movies or dramas, and you drift off to sleep with your head in his lap. He makes sure you’re asleep and his hand creeps down to you short tuffs and lazy strokes his hand through you hair, lulling you further into sleep. He’ll smile down at your sleeping form and lightly scratch your scalp, his smile will only widen when you snuggle further into his lap.
Whenever you wear a cute headband or scarf or clip in your hair, he will just admire you and stare at you with the most loving gaze you’ve ever seen.
You blush and look down at your feet, “what are you staring at, you wierdo.”
His smile widens, “just the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
h o s e o k
He adores your short hair, he loves to play with it and he has no shame about it either, it’s like therapeutic to him.
If his day at the studio has been rough, whether it’s in the dance studio or inside Hope World, whenever he’s just feeling stressed, he looks forward to going home and relaxing with you. This relaxing involves the two of you laying in bed, your head on his chest and him stroking your hair, an activity that both calms and relaxes him immensely.
He also likes to tuck flowers behind you ear. This happens every time the two of you go out for a walk to get some fresh air. Every so often one of your dates on date night is to go for a long stroll in the park.
Hobi gets especially giddy for these walks in the sping time due to all the flowers blooming around you. He has such hard time deciphering which flower he wants to pick to place behind you ear. Does he want a flower to compliment your hair or your eyes? Does he want one that matches your outfit? The options are almost overwhelming. He just loves how cute you look with your hair tucked behind your ear and a flower placed along side it.
n a m j o o n
Namjoon thinks your short hair is the coolest thing ever. He adores the way your short hair can make you look feminine but also, if styled correctly, make you look super punk rock.
He likes how your choice in having short hair not only makes you stand out but also challenges the status quo of long, feminine hair.
He loves when you style your locks to look fluffy and tousled, then pairing it with a cute sundress, making you look so pretty and soft. But then the next day you style your hair the exact same way, but this time you’re wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a band tee. He took one look at you and his knees went weak.
You know that phrase “the duality of man,” well that was exactly what Joon was thinking when he saw you. One day you look fluffy and soft and the next you look like you could stick it to the man, all with the cutest hair style on planet earth, at least in Namjoon’s humble opinion, which is not biased at all, why would you even assume such a thing.
j i m i n
Jimin loves your short hair so much. He thinks it is the cutest thing ever. If you dye your hair a lot, he will one hundred percent beg you to dye your hair whatever color his hair was supporting. The idea of the two of you having matching hair sent him into a flurry of softness. Matching hair with the cutest girl in the world? yes please.
“Jagi, what color are you gonna dye your hair?” Jimin wonders as the both of you stroll though the hair dye aisles of the beauty supply store.
“Hmm, I’m not sure yet, I was thinking maybe blue or purple,” you respond. There were so many options, it was almost overwhelming. You were tired of your blue hair. Earlier in the year you had dyed it a dark blue, then a few months later you chopped off you hair to (your current hair style). Now it’s faded to a light blue and you were ready for a change of pase.
“Have you ever considered silver?” He pondered, placing and innocent facade on and looking at you with big doe eyes.
You smile and look over at your boyfriend, “but that’s your hair color.”
“Oh is it? I must have forgotten,” he smiles mischievously at you. “Now that you mention it, it would be pretty cute if you matched with me.”
You thought about it for a little bit, to hell to it, why not? It’s just hair, if you didn’t like it, you could grow it out and chop it off in a few months, or dye it another color.
“You know what? Fuck it, lets match.”
“Hell yeah! Oh I’m so excited, we’re gonna be so cute, baby!” He giggles, almost vibrating with excitement.
t a e h y u n g
Taehyung loves you. He loves your cute short hair. He loves fashion.
Put all of these things together and you get playing dress up with Taehyung. He loved to pick out your outfits for you and styling your hair to compliment the outfit.
“Tae, you’ve already made me try on three outfits, can’t we do something else now?”
“Just one more, baby, please?” he pleaded, his big hopeful eyes contrasting the deep baritone of his voice.
You sigh in response and he takes it as a sign of reluctant compliance. You hear him rummaging around in the closet for a few moments before he emerges with a smile on his handsome face with the clothes he’s picked out hidden behind his back.
“Go change in the bathroom, I want there to be a big reveal for this one. I think this one is the best one yet.” He quickly shoves the clothes into your arms before spinning you around and walking you towards the bathroom so you could change.
The outfit he’s picked out for your is a dark red, almost maroon, turtleneck and tight black dress pants with vertical, thin white stripes on them. The turtleneck comes as no surprise, he loves the way your hair frames your face and you have to admit, this outfit looks stunning on you.
Once you emerge from the bathroom, Taehyung looks up from his phone where he is sat on the edge of the bed.
A boxy smile appears on his face as he speaks, “you look fucking stunning, my love.”
You had been contemplating cutting you hair for a while now, you just couldn’t decide how much you wanted to cut off nor could you decide on a style. You were also worried that you would regret cutting it off.
Last week you decided you would chop a good chunk of it off at cut it to about (hair length). And today was your appointment. Today was also the day that Jungkook would be coming home from bts’ world tour, he would be arriving later tonight.
Your nerves were heightened as you sat in the salon chair. Once the stylist was finished, she spun the chair around so you could face the mirror. You gasped as you saw your new hair in the mirror, you absolutely loved it! It suited you so well, you knew Jungkook was gonna flip.
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Later that night you were in the kitchen cleaning up some old dishes while you waited for Jungkook to come home.
You heard the sound of the front door swing open and immediately after Jungkook calls out in a sing-song voice, “Honey. I’m home!”
You turn away from the sink just in time to see him rushing into the kitchen before abruptly stopping several feet away from you. His mouth was agape slightly as he took in your new hairdo.
You blushed and looked away from his intense stare mutter out, “say something, please.”
His mouth closes quickly and he straightens up and rushes over to you cupping your face in his hands and tilting your head so the two of you made eye contact, a huge smile on his face. “You look so cute, baby girl! I love this new hair, you’re glowing! I thought you couldn’t get any more beautiful, but look at you now!”
As his little fangirl moment comes to an end, he wraps you up in a suffocating hug. You smile and giggle and you snuggle closer to his chest.