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Studio cuddle
Pairing: yoongi!idol producer x reader!idol producer Genre: FLUFF, idol!au Word count: 1.8k Summary: ⇀ Tired from work, you went straight to Genius Lab in the hopes of being able to cuddle with Yoongi. You did not hesitate to press the passcode of his studio, knowing he might get pissed off for interrupting him from his work.
You were so tired and stressed. Your eyes stung from being in front of your computer screen for 2 days straight with only sleep and call of nature as your form of breaks. Now that you’ve finished editing the third draft of the song and ready to be critiqued by Pdogg, you could use a long nap to recharge your energy. Perhaps, a long and actual sleep in your own bed sounds so much better than a cup of coffee, which in other circumstances the latter would always win.
But a cuddle with Yoongi appeals to you more.
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working late - m. yoongi
➻ pairing: yoongi x reader
➻ wc: 868
➻ genre: fluff
➻ rating: pg & sfw
➻ warnings: there’s one suggestive joke but it’s tame uwu
➻ summary: you just wanna cuddle with yoongi but can’t seem to peel him away from work for the life of you
➻ @bangtiddies asked:
hello bby could i ask for yoongi + hot chocolate + cuddling pls and thank you bby i lob you 🥺🥺🥺
➻ a/n: MISS EMI ilysm ur so cute i hope u like soft suddles with yoongles 🤧🥺💕
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“Yoongi,” you whine from your spot on the bed. You already have the sheets pulled up to your chin, tucked under the covers so that just you head peeks out at your boyfriend. He’s still sitting at his desk, blue light from his computer shining through the room in a way that nearly brings a headache immediately. “Babe, you said you would stop twenty minutes ago.”
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Backseat Tales ( Yoongi Imagine)
pairing: idol!yoongi x reader
genre: fluff
word count: 0.47k
notes: the gif- min yoongi what the fuck
rules | m.list | requested by @woodstockisjustlikealittlekid
When dividing into cars for a short journey, you urged Yoongi into the team that seemed less chaotic. The boys could all have their moments, you knew that, but your exhaustion was preparing to knock you out, and a karaoke carpool wasn’t on your wish list in that moment. Taehyung, able to see you were nearing the end of your energy stash, invited you and Yoongi into his car, where Namjoon was already in the passenger’s seat ready to go.
Out of familiarity, you selected the seat on the left, leaving Yoongi to climb in on the right. From being in a car with Taehyung in the driver’s seat several times before, you found comfort in knowing his smooth driving style would soon rock you to sleep. Unknowingly, your head soon began to lower to the side, but it was quickly met by Yoongi’s shoulder.
He was your best friend. In private, he was your crush too. It only took you a few years to realise how his laidback approach to almost every situation always calmed your manic stressing. Comfort was a feeling you were sure Yoongi was unaware he gave you. He never made much of a show to protect you or look after you when you were together, but looking at him in a different light allowed you to notice the small gestures he only pulled when in your vicinity.
Yoongi twined his arm up to pat the side of your head as you began to drift into sleep. He didn’t seem to mind; you’d informed Yoongi before of how good a pillow he made. Before your consciousness signed out, he rested his head delicately against yours.
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hello! i absolutely love your writings so much. they’re all so s o f t and make my heart warm. can i request a seokjin x reader or yoongi x reader with “you’re an idiot, but you’re my idiot” ?
“You’re an idiot, but you’re my idiot”
Yoongi x Reader (or oc)
Word count: 2.7K
a/n: Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you’re all having a good holiday. Thank you to the anon who requested this. I hope you like it! I struggled with this one so hopefully it turned out ok.
As you entered your apartment, the dial tone resoundedthrough your ear drum as you anxiously waited to hear your boyfriend’s voicethrough the device.
Kicking your shoes off, your work bag still weighed heavy onyour shoulder. “Hey, Angel, what’s up?” The timber of Yoongi’s voice instantly madeyour body relax a little, the aching in your muscles soothing just the slightest.
“Hi, Baby,” your lips twitched into a small smile. “I’m justgetting home.” You made your way into the kitchen, plopping your work bag ontothe counter before stretching your arms up and rolling your neck from shoulderto shoulder.
“You’re just gettinghome?” What time is it?” You heardhim ask whoever he was with, more than likely Namjoon. “Baby, it’s 8:30.”
“Yeah, my fucking boss kept me late. Have I told you how muchI despise that man?” You seethed through the phone.
Yoongi chuckled. “Not today.” You could hear his smile andit melted away some of your frustration. “Turnup the bass a little on that part.”
“Well, there’s your daily reminder.” You looked around yourkitchen, noticing the previously empty fruit bowl was now full, telling youYoongi did indeed get the groceries like he told you he would.
“Yeah, that sounds good,right?” He spoke to Namjoon. “You know, all you have to do is just give methe go ahead and I’ll go in there and talk to him. Tell him how he should betreating my girl,” he joked.
“Oh, god,” you laughed, making him chuckle a bit. Grabbingan apple, you bit a big chunk out of it.
“Really, though, I’m sorry, Kid.” His sincerity made youremotions bubble up a bit. You heard him taking in a breath through his teeth signalinghis dislike of the sound him and Namjoon were working on. “That still doesn’t sound right.” You could practically see the smalldisapproving head shake that more than likely accompanied his statement.
“It’s ok,” you said through a shaky voice before clearingyour throat. “Thank you for getting the groceries, by the way.”
“Mhmm,” Yoongi hummed.
Pausing for a moment, you took a deep breath. “So, you’restill in the studio?” Your boyfriend grunted in confirmation as you heardNamjoon’s voice in the background of your call, making suggestions for the song.
“You’re not coming over tonight?” You asked, though you alreadyknew the answer. If he did make it to your place, it would be so late he’d justcrawl into bed with you and you’d be lucky if he was still there in the morningwhen you awoke.
“Huh?” Focused on his work, it took him a moment to registerwhat you asked. “Oh shit, I meant totext you. Me and Namjoon have been working on this track for hours and it’s stillnot sounding right.” Guilt seeped into his tone as he explained the situation toyou.
“Oh,” you tried to keep your voice as stable as possible. “Iget it, that’s ok.”
“I’m so sorry, Angel. I just don’t want to leave it yet.”You really did understand, but that didn’t mean that you weren’t a little letdown.
“It’s ok, Yoongi,” you assured, trying to keep your voicesteady and unaffected. Making your way to the refrigerator, you pulled it openand scanned the interior. You bit into the apple and held it to your mouth withyour teeth as you held the phone in between your ear and shoulder.
“Y/n, please don’t be mad at me,” he pleaded.
Pulling eggs and butter out of the fridge, you set them onthe counter before biting a big chunk out of the apple. “I’m not mad.” Youmumbled through your mouthful of apple, as you set the half-eaten fruit ontothe counter and made your way to the cupboard to find sugar and flour.
“You sound mad,” your boyfriend insisted.
“I’m telling you, I’m not mad at you,” you told him truthfully,grabbing the sugar and setting it on the counter.
“Ok, you’re not mad at me, but you’re upset about something.” Though you couldn’t see him,you knew he was now sitting back in his chair, no longer focused on the song.
“I’m just stressed and frustrated with work. That’s all.”Your hands were pushing around food items as you continued your search for theflour. “Really, Yoon, I understand you need to stay and finish the track. Your workis important, so just stay and finish up. You can come by when you’re done ifyou want.” Huffing, you cocked your head at the flour-less cupboard. “Just makesure you eat something,” you added. “And, stay hydrated. Water helps you focus.”
Concern was laced throughout Yoongi’s voice when heresponded, but you were too confused about your flour situation, you were hardlylistening. “Baby, my job is important but so are y—”
“Where’s the flour?” You interrupted his concern.
“The what?” Now, he was confused.
“The flour,” you deadpanned. “I told you to add it to theshopping list.”
“Flour?”
“Yes, flour. Yoongi, I need flour to bake cookies for mywork’s Christmas cookie carry-in tomorrow.” Your voice made it sound like thiswas obvious, though you quickly realized your boyfriend had no clue what youwere talking about. “I’m completely out. I have no flour in my apartment.”
“This is the first I’m hearing of this, y/n,” Yoongiinsisted, defending himself from the blame of your household being a flourlessone.
“No, it isn’t, I told you about it yesterday, Yoongi. Duringthe same conversation you said you could go to the store. Were you evenlistening?” The question came out more like an accusation.
“Yes, I was listening,” annoyance laced his tone. “Obviously I was listening, I went to thestore, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, and you didn’t get the flour.” Your reply was shortand blunt.
Aggravation building up, Yoongi let out a scoff. “I don’tremember you saying anything about cookies, y/n. Otherwise I would have gottenthe flour.”
“Yeah, so obviouslyyou weren’t listening. Otherwise, I’dhave the fucking flour in my hands right now,” you snapped back.
“Well, I’m sorry I didn’t buy the fucking flour, but don’t make this bigger than it is. Are youtrying to pick a fight right now? Is that what you want?”
“No, that’s not what I want,” you said loudly, exasperated. Tensesilence pounded through the receiver, both of you waiting for the other tospeak. Sighing, you caved, breaking the quietness. “Never mind, I’m sorry. It’snot a big deal, I’ll just go get some after I get a little bit of work done.”You walked over to your workbag, pulling out a folder of paperwork that had yetto be done and had the, according to your boss, “completely attainable deadline”of two days from now.
“Work? You’re still working?” Yoongi’s voice still showedsigns of annoyance, but the previous concern was back.
“Mhmm,” you mumbled, already turning your attention to the stackof papers. “I mean it, I’m sorry for making a big deal of nothing. Focus onyour work. Tell Namjoon I’m sorry for interrupting.” You were preparing to cutthe call off, but Yoongi wasn’t ready.
“You didn’t interrupt anything, you—” he started.
“I love you, good luck with the song.“
“Y/n,” he pleaded with you to not shut him out.
“Yoongi, everything’s fine.We’re good, ok?” He paused, letting out a sigh. “Bangtan, fighting,” you chirpedout, trying to sound cheerful, but probably failing miserably.
Knowing he would get nowhere with you over the phone, hegave up. “I love you,” he told you sadly.
“Me too,” you said softy before ending the call. You poutedas you gazed at your work. Scooping it up in one arm and grabbing the applewith the opposite hand, you made your way to the kitchen table.
It took a moment for you to focus on the work in front ofyou, your mind on Yoongi and how badly you wanted him to be with you.Eventually, however, you pushed your thoughts of your boyfriend to the back ofyour mind, settling into the paperwork.
Little did you know, as soon as you ended the call, Yoongiwas sighing with his head in his hands, rubbing his palms over his face. Namjoonquietly watched his member before putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“Everything ok?” Namjoon asked his friend, prompting a groanfrom Yoongi.
“No,” he said with a humorless laugh. “I’m pretty sure she believesthat I think my work is more important than her.”
Namjoon shook his head. “She knows you don’t think that,” hesaid with a laugh. “Everyone knows youlove that girl more than anything. Y/n knows that too. She’s just understandingof the pressure we’re all under.” Namjoon nodded at his own words. “Which is agood thing, by the way.”
With a sigh, Yoongi nodded. “Can we finish this up in themorning?” He asked as he leaned forward, rubbing his palms against the tops ofhis thighs as he prepared to stand up.
Namjoon nodded as Yoongi stood, Namjoon following suit. “Yeah,we could both use some sleep anyway.” Both the men grabbed their jackets beforepulling them on and exiting the studio.
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Your eyelids started fluttering shut as you tried to keepfocus on your work. Stretching your arms above your head, you yawned andgroaned loudly. Reaching for your phone, you tapped on the screen to displayyour lock screen—a cute picture of Yoongi flashing his gummy smile, you nuzzledinto his neck. You remembered the moment fondly, the both of you cuddled up onyour couch, some movie neither of you were paying attention to playing in thebackground. He wanted to take a picture of you both, but instead of cooperatingyou had started planting soft kisses to his neck, making him squeal cutely andburst into fits of giggles while playfully whining for you to stop.
You smiled at the sweet memory before reading the time displayedon the screen. 9:20 pm. Shit, youthought, realizing you hadn’t even been working for an hour and you werealready falling asleep. “Fuck,” you said to yourself, remembering you had to goget flour and bake cookies still.
Standing, you walked towards the front door, pulling on somesneakers that didn’t go with your work clothes at all. Fuck it. Slipping into your coat, you reached for your keys as yougrabbed the door knob when suddenly, the door shoved opened, slamming into yourknee.
“What the hell—” Yoongi peered from behind the door to seeyour hunched over form. “Shit, y/n,are you ok?” A grocery bag dropped to the floor next to your feet just beforetwo hands tentatively found your sides. Your boyfriend crouched down to look upat your face, his concerned features entering your plane of vision. His eyesscanned your face and then your body. “Where did I hurt you?” Noticing your handsholding your knee, he reached for your hands. “Your knee?”
Not waiting for your answer, he placed himself under yourshoulder as helped you sit on the bench that sat next to the door. Kneeling infront of you, he gently pressed kisses to your knee cap, whispering “I’m sorry”repeatedly between pecks.
“Yoongi, it’s fine, it doesn’t even hurt anymore,” youinsisted to no avail as he persisted in his apologies. “Yoon,” you placed yourhands on his head, threading your fingers through his hair, gently shoving hishead up from your knee. “I’m ok,” you told him, looking into his apologeticeyes.
“I’m sorry,” he said again, pouting at you.
Shaking your head at him, you smiled softly. “What are you doinghome already, Baby?” Sighing, he placed his hands on your thigh, resting hischin on the knee, opposite to the “injured” one.
“I went to the store,” he said through his pout. You cockedyour head at him, scrunching your eyebrows at him. “I went to get flour.”
“Yoongi, you didn’t have to that,” you told him, shaking yourhead.
“Yes, I did. I’m an idiot.” You smiled at his cute pouty lips.
Shaking your head, you leaned forward. “You’re not an idiot.Now, come here,” you told him, reaching out to hold his cheeks in your hands.He sat up on his knees so he could reach your lips with his. After a shortkiss, you pulled away, whispering, “I love you,” against his mouth.
“I love you too, Kid,” he smirked before his lips pulled upinto a wider smile, flashing you his gums as he stood up. “Are you sure you’reok?”
Nodding, you stood up as well. “What about the song?” Youasked as you pushed his coat off his shoulders and hung it up.
As you took your own jacket off, he bent down to grab thegrocery bag off the floor. “The song will still be there in the morning.” Raisingyour eyebrows in question, you stared at him. Grabbing your hand in his, hepulled it up to his lips, kissing it gently. “You do know my work isn’t more importantthan you, right?” His eyes showed genuine curiosity and worry.
“I know you don’tthink it’s more important, but I also know you have a lot of fans out there—”
“And as much as I love my fans, and I love music, and I lovemy job, I love you too. You are a priority to me. I want to be here with youright now, ok?” You nodded, flashing a small smile. You shoved at his side toget him to move, nudging him as he led you into the kitchen, still holding yourhand.
“So, I didn’t get you flour,” he told you as he dropped thebag on the counter and reluctantly let go of your hand to reach into the bag,pulling out a plastic container. “Your asshole boss doesn’t deserve your cookies,with all the work he’s been throwing at you.”
You moved to stand next to him, picking up the container,inspecting it as you moved it around in your hands. “You got me pre-packagedcookies?” Laughing, you looked at him incredulously.
“It’s still more than he deserves,” he said with a huff, poutinghis lips again as he reached into the bag again. “I also got you these,” hepushed a bouquet of tulips into your chest. “You like tulips, right? I’m notjust making shit up, am I?” He asked you, suddenly nervous.
“I love tulips,” you assured him as you took the bouquet fromhim, admiring the pretty colors of petals. “So, you didn’t get me flour, but you got me flowers?” The big grin you flashed himmade him smile shyly as he nodded. “Ok, I take it back.” his smile turned intoa frown as he looked at you confusedly. “You’re an idiot, but you’re my idiot,” you smiled, leaning into himto press a kiss to his chin.
A shy smile reappeared on Yoongi’s face as she shook hishead at you. “Thank you for those,” you gestured to the cookies with a nod ofyour head. “And these?” You held the flowers up. Yoongi took the flowers fromyou, gently laying them onto the counter before grabbing your shoulder andpulling you into him to wrap you up into a tight hug, his arms around your shoulders.“And this,” you said as you wrapped your arms around his waist and squeezed himcloser to you.
“Thank you,” hecountered. You hummed into his chest in response, questioning what he meant. “Forbeing so understanding. You have no idea how much it means to have yoursupport.” He planted a kiss to the top of your head.
You mumbled a, “love you,” into his chest as you kissed himthrough his shirt. Replying with a “love you too,” he wrapped his arms aroundyou a little tighter.
I Just Miss You|Yoongi Drabble
Summary: Yoongi’s stuck in the Genius Lab and calls you because he misses you.
Pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Reader
Genre: FLUFF, Slice of Life, Established Relationship, Idol AU
Word Count: 860
A/N: This drabble is dedicated to my cousin, a fellow Yoongi stan.
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I’ll Always Love You | Yoongi
Summary: You and Yoongi have an ugly argument
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: STRAIGHT ANGST (Grab your tissues), Established Relationship, IdolAU
Word Count: 1408
Warning: Swearing
A/N: I was feeling angsty tonight. Here’s a heartbreaking story for you guys! Not gonna lie… I broke my own heart writing this, so be prepared.
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“Leave me alone, Yoongi!” you shout as you march down the hallway to your shared bedroom
“Y/N, wait,” he sighs as he follows you. He grabs a hold of your wrist before you reach the door. You whip around and yank your arm from his grasp.
“Don’t fuckin’ touch me,” you warn through clenched teeth.
The cold glare in your eyes has Yoongi faltering. He’s never seen you this upset before.
“Just let me explain,” he gently offers, a hand running through his hair in frustration.
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boyfriend | myg
pairing: min yoongi x reader
genre: angst, fluff
warnings: none, really! just some jealousy
word count: 2.1k
summary: based on the song boyfriend by ariana grande; yoongi is not your boyfriend, but that doesn’t stop you from getting jealous.
a/n: to be honest i can’t decide if i like this or not but i spent a lot of time on it so!!! also it hasn’t been beta read so feel free to tell me if there’s any issues!
Yoongi wasn’t your boyfriend, no matter what other people said.
He wasn’t your boyfriend when he rested his hand on the small of your back as he walked next to you or when you were making out on the couch in his apartment. He wasn’t your boyfriend the fifth, sixth, seventh, or eighth time he pulled your shirt over your head, or any other time after that. He wasn’t your boyfriend that time you cried to him because you got in a fight with your mom and he wasn’t your boyfriend later that night when you fell asleep wrapped in his arms. He definitely wasn’t your boyfriend when you woke up the next morning and he was still there, pressing kiss after kiss on your tear-stained cheeks and swollen eyes.
You had a bad track record when it came to relationships, and so did he. It was easier this way. If you hadn’t gained anything it meant you had nothing to lose.
So, he wasn’t your boyfriend. He wasn’t. But that didn’t mean you didn’t want him, that didn’t mean you wanted him to see other people, that you didn’t get jealous at the prospect.
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