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NOT YOUR FAIRYTALE - ft. myg
What do you do when you’ve called your wedding off but forgot to cancel your cake tastings? Why, you ask your brother’s grouchy best friend, of course.
pairing. min yoongi. sort of.
genre + rating. fluff-adjacent. general.
warning / tags. mentions of infidelity, cake tasting, cake tasting isn’t a euphemism, fluff and hurt/comfort, alternate universe, alternate universe - modern setting, friendship, friendship/love, childhood friends.
reading. n/a. a stand-alone three part one-shot.
chapter i.
“You want me to what?”
The way he’s looking at you makes you want to sink six feet under ground and bury yourself among the roots and bugs. There’s so much judgment in the feline turn of his stare, the depths of his irises and the pupils that disappear among the hue. Still, his voice remains decidedly bored. Apathetic, even.
If you were anyone else - hell, if he were anyone else - you think you might’ve slunk off, proverbial tail tucked between your legs. But you aren’t and he isn’t, so you repeat yourself, louder this time.
“I want you to come to the cake tasting with me.” You’re proud of yourself for how the words don’t waver, clipping off your tongue and teeth in short bursts. You’re even more proud of how you meet his intimidating gaze, chin jutted out in something like defiance but admittedly softer, a little more vulnerable.
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NOT YOUR FAIRYTALE - ft. myg
What do you do when you’ve called your wedding off but forgot to cancel your cake tastings? Why, you ask your brother’s grouchy best friend, of course.
pairing. min yoongi. sort of.
genre + rating. fluff-adjacent. general.
warning / tags. mentions of infidelity, cake tasting, cake tasting isn’t a euphemism, fluff and hurt/comfort, alternate universe, alternate universe - modern setting, friendship, friendship/love, childhood friends.
reading. n/a. a stand-alone three part one-shot.
word count. ~3550
chapter ii.
You know he doesn’t mean it unkindly but you can’t help the way your heart sinks like a stone, the jewel of the ocean lost to the Marianas Trench. It clenches pathetically in the pit of your stomach, squeezing painfully in a way that only he can elicit from you.
Because even a decade later - after countless distractions and even an engagement - you still carry some childish crush for him, hold a torch that somehow hasn’t gone out. It still burns, embers of a rampant wildfire doused by heavy rain, smouldering under a blanket of ash and misery.
“Oh.”
The single syllable squeaks past the cage of your teeth - a willy rabbit disappearing beneath the underbrush - and morphs into a cough on the back of your hand. You can feel the warmth already creeping across your cheeks, bathing apples in the colour of their namesake. You don’t miss the way Yoongi watches you, closely as ever and yet in a way you can’t quite place. It sweeps through the amber of his irises and disappears into the depths of his pupils; you want to chase after it, coax it out from its hiding spot, but don’t.
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NOT YOUR FAIRYTALE - ft. myg
What do you do when you’ve called your wedding off but forgot to cancel your cake tastings? Why, you ask your brother’s grouchy best friend, of course.
pairing. min yoongi. sort of.
genre + rating. fluff-adjacent. general.
warning / tags. mentions of infidelity, cake tasting, cake tasting isn’t a euphemism, fluff and hurt/comfort, alternate universe, alternate universe - modern setting, friendship, friendship/love, childhood friends.
reading. n/a. a stand-alone three part one-shot.
word count. ~1850
chapter iii.
“I didn’t mean it, Yoongi.”
The apology is off your tongue and crashing into his ears before you have a second to consider it, pleading colouring syllables in soft shades of blue. You hate the way he’s looking at you, like you’ve found the chink in his armour and are on the verge of exploiting it.
“It’s fine.” Over a decade of friendship tells you it’s decidedly not fine. His concession comes far too quickly, meant to placate whatever guilt he’d accidentally kicked up.
It makes you feel worse, the weight increasing tenfold when he offers you his seldom-seen smile. Gums flash, corner of his mouth hitching over soft pink tissue. It doesn’t quite meet his eyes though, falling just short of the endlessly dark depths of his irises.
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