Tomorrow Is Tomorrow \ Myg

tomorrow is tomorrow \ myg

tldr. today is the last day that min yoongi will be able to love you in a way that you can feel.

pairing. yoongi x f.reader.

genre. angst. nothing else. m'srry.

warnings. 18+ major character death.

word count. 1.2k

You were always telling him ‘tomorrow is tomorrow’. If he asked what it meant, you would reason it meant you never wanted him to lose hope in the present by worrying about what comes next. His feet were already planted in ‘today’ so that’s where he should set his sights. After some time, he reasons it means you were a fighter through and through.

“I think today…yes, today.” Your voice is distant, far away, as if you’re already witnessing the end. Your voice, though fragile and weak, was resolute. But still, a soft smile tugged at you. “Today?” He squeaks, fearful and unprepared. “Maybe you’re just tired, angel. Don’t be so morose.” “Honey,” you look at him. “I feel the weakest I’ve ever felt. And I don’t want it to surprise you. I don’t want you to deny this, leave it, and regret it tomorrow. Please listen. Please trust me. I…don’t have any more time.”

“But…I…” I need more time. I’m not ready.

You stop him. “I’m happy the children came to see me all-together. It was such a beautiful sight.”

Panicky with tears pricking at his eyes he questions, “Do you regret it?” “Never. I’ll never regret you. You’re the love of my life. I’m honored to have spent this lifetime with you.” 

Your smile is full, likely the last one he’ll ever see on your beautiful face. His eyes savor the sight. No words, only staring until it fades. Your eyes look so heavy, so full of an ache for sleep. Today. Yes, today. No more tomorrows. His heart is sinking into the depths of despair, evading acceptance at all costs. He’s not ready. He hasn’t loved you enough yet. It was supposed to be forever. He needs more time, but as he watches your hands tremble just to lift ever so lightly to graze his resting fingers, he knows time is the only thing you both no longer have.

He offers you one, final declaration of love. “I don’t regret a single moment. I love everything we experienced. I will forever. Everything we built. You’re my big love of a lifetime. I’ll carry you forever. Until I’m with you. I’m so happy I got to have you, to hold you, and create all of this with you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. There’s never gonna be enough times I can say it for it to express how much I do. I wish I could do it all over and relive it with you one more time. I’ll miss you so, so much.” His voice is frantic, loving words tumbling from quivering lips as if the time he has left has already withered away into nothing right before him. “Good, I’m glad this has been good for you, too. So don’t live with any regrets. Promise me. You still have so much time. Go enjoy life. All the things we wanted to do, please do them. I’ll be with you. I’ll miss you, but I’ll never leave you. I’ll be waiting.” “Okay, I won’t.” You push. “Promise me.” “I won’t live with regrets. I promise. I’ll still do all the things we wanted to do that we didn’t have time to.”

You fall asleep smiling, and he counts the seconds between every inhale and every exhale, clinging to the notion ‘maybe not today? tomorrow is still tomorrow, after all.’

When you wake, you’re dissolving before his eyes and he can’t stop crying as he watches his hope for tomorrow shatter in an instant. Just like a casual blink of an eye, death is taking you from him. Your eyes will hardly open. Your touch is not so warm anymore. You try to reach for him, but you no longer have the strength to move your hands. He takes up the mantle of gathering your delicate hand and cradling it in his own. Your voice is raspy and weak, but still, you give your damndest all to question. “Was it…enough? All of this?” The thumping in his chest is getting louder in his ears, harder to ignore. He feels sick, dizzy, but he can’t fall apart. Not here. Not now. Not yet. 

“More than, angel. It was everything and more.” He promises you and he means it with every fiber of his existence that remains even though the biggest piece of him is leaving now and there won’t be too much left. “Good. I love you, Min Yoongi. I do. Tomorrow is tomorrow, so don’t worry too much right now…but I loved all of our yesterdays. All of them.” “I know. I love you so much. More than anything.” He’s trying so hard to hold in his sobs, but they’re still coming out as these small, squeaky wails and hard sniffs. “Ditto,” your voice is so tired. Tears stream from half-lidded eyes and you ask him for a final favor. “Will you keep hold of my hand?” Without hesitation, he does. He holds your hand until it falls limp in his own.

The day is bleak, eerily quiet. He couldn’t care if he tried.

His lips no longer have a tepid cheek to kiss. His fingers no longer have eager hands to grasp. His chest no longer holds the weight of a resting head as he wakes.

There’s so much nothingness and all of it is so quiet that it’s screaming to be filled. With what? A listless ghost, perhaps? The accumulation of memories that belong to these ever-peering walls and now-desolate halls anyway?

All he hears inside the silence is the absence of your breath, of your voice, of your movements. He always knew it was coming, but it still knocked the wind out of him and stole all the words from the base of his lungs.

In love by 21, alone by his late-30s.

There was still so much he wished you could have done together, but he promised you he wouldn’t live with regrets. He promised you it was enough. He got 17 amazing years with you, nearly 2 decades spent loving each other, nearly 2 decades worth of a life built together. It was enough. It was more than enough. It was everything to him. The home you both built. Your three, beautiful children who are all becoming such incredible individuals deserving of the pride you held for them, spirits as radiant and wonderful as the person who birthed them.

He’s so proud of the life you lived and the life you both lived together.

So he tries to shift his thoughts to all the things you managed to do together in such a short time you were given to love each other. There’s not a single moment he would change of it. Your youth. Your children. Your dreams that shot to life or were left abandoned in the dust for the sake of this love. All of the changes you both made, all of the sacrifices. Every single second of it was worth it. He would do it all over even if he knew this is how it would end. That…does make him smile. Eventually, maybe the aching in his chest will dull enough that he feels like speaking again. Right now, he just wants to remember. It feels like the first day of a much colder life, but he knows there are still so many things to do.

Maybe he can’t do them with you, but he’ll do them for you, because of you. Yes, this is the first day of his life without you. 

And he’ll live it well enough for you both. Until he can meet you again. But if anyone were to ask him about his time and how he felt about you until your dying breath, he would say it was a wonderful existence and he got his happily ever after.

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chanel \ myg

tldr. yoongi embraces the life you’ve created together while feeling fond about the days that led up to it all.

prompt. [ nostalgia ]

pairing. yoongi x f.reader.

genre. non-idol au. fluff. established rel. slice of life.

word count. 1.2k

note. another day, another night i barely made it with my drabble because i forgot about it and did everything except it. m’so shook i managed to do it bc i almost said fuck it. 🤪

Min Yoongi knows one thing for certain: he loves you. The years have caved in on each other, and somehow all become one giant amalgamation of time, the memories he holds with you intricately woven between. He often finds himself in a daze, tangled in the warm, little web, observing all the moments that led up to where the two of you were now. He’s grateful for the safety and security he always feels being by your side. Yoongi has always been the softer type. He’s incredibly reserved and equally sensitive. In the past, he usually kept to himself, but you coaxed him out of the little chasm he hid in. You were, in truth, his safe haven. The mere thought of a distressing event is enough to cause him anxiety, but a memory of you is always enough to calm him down. A kiss, a hug, or a simple touch from you always manages to bring him back to a peaceful state of mind. He loves everything about you, everything about the relationship you both have. The way you sleep with your head on his shoulder, laugh at his jokes and hold his hand when he feels scared, these are all moments he cherishes deeply. His love for you is immeasurable, and he makes sure to show it to you every day.

He’s not the type to always surprise you with flowers, but when you come home from a long day, he has your favorite scented candle lit so you can come inside humming about the loveliness of ivy and rose. He pours you a glass of your favorite wine and has it waiting. He’s always willing to massage your feet. He always picks up the groceries early Saturday morning before you wake so you don’t have to worry about waking up at a specific time on the weekends. You never have to worry about what the two of you might be running out of. You know you can rely on him to take care of it. It sounds like something so small but as a woman who’s already prone to anxiety and bouts of overthinking, he knows it helps you a great deal. To him, that’s love. The purest, most basic form of it. He shows his love by taking mental loads off of you. He tries to think ahead of you and eliminate your concerns so you can rest. Yoongi loves it when you rest easy. He prefers it, too. He perpetuates actions and habits that lengthen the span of your relaxation. He even watches your god-awful dramas with you just to have you right next to him.

[ He also loves being close to your instances of showing your elation. He wants to be nearby when you giggle. He wants to be the first one to catch your smile. He wants your laugh to come so abruptly and loudly that he can’t help but follow suit. ] 

On the rooftop of your apartment building, you both watch intently as the sun sets over the city; the sky turns into a beautiful explosion, a mural of plum, vermilion, peach, and misty rose. Awe-struck, you whisper, "Isn't it beautiful?" It makes him remember your first date, the night he watched the fireworks with you.  You had the same glossy gaze and astonished eyes. He can’t believe that was now a handful of years ago. Time moves much faster than what he can reasonably make sense of. He never feels the years go by. He just so happens to be standing somewhere, someday, and is suddenly overcome with a rush of remembrance, a flurry of memories all rushing back to him with an ache to return to them, even if for only a moment. Lately, he feels nostalgia, but it isn’t always for the past or any moment he recalls or clings to. It’s an abstract kind of nostalgia. Yoongi replies, his arms wrapping around your waist, “Absolutely gorgeous,” As the sun dips below the horizon, Yoongi feels the familiar sensation wash over him again. He remembers the first time he met you and the instant connection he felt between the two of you. It makes him smile. "Do you remember the first time we met?" he asks, a twinge of amusement pouring into his tone. “At that café?”

You snort with a nod. “Of course I do; you spilled iced coffee all over me. How could I forget how you ruined my Chanel?” Yoongi chuckles, remembering the embarrassing moment. "Yes, that wasn't my finest moment," he says. "But hey, I replaced it, and it gave me an excuse to see you again. Hence, why we’re here now. You’re welcome.” “You’re truly awful.” You whine. “But…I am thankful we bumped into each other that day. And I’m glad you ruined my Chanel.”

Yoongi lets off a full laugh. “You were significantly happier when I replaced it. Didn’t you shed actual tears?” “So what?!” You retort. “Chanel is expensive and exclusive. What if you were never able to find that specific purse again? I would have been eternally devastated. Honestly, I don’t think I could have continued dating you at all.” This makes him pout, burying his face into your neck, nose rubbing against your skin. He hates it when you even make allusions to a life where he’s not yours, and you’re not his. He takes in the scent of peony and tonka bean. “Don’t say that ever again.” He murmurs. “So mean.” “Fine, fine.” You lean your head back to rest against his shoulder and watch as the sky darkens and the city lights flicker to life below. Yoongi feels a sudden longing for simpler times, the days before the demands of your careers took over. He recalls a tiny flat that was hardly big enough to stretch his limbs. He recalls the sun spilling into a single, thin window and the light sculpting around the curve of your body. He remembers convenience store lights buzzing, ramyeon, and late-night walks to stargaze. There was a time when you both slept on a thin mattress on the floor, fingers playing with the other’s and talking about the life you were trying to build together, the goals you were trying to reach. He sees glimpses of your exhausted bodies dragging in from your second jobs, day in and day out. He hears those moments when you both laugh hysterically out of sheer delirium from sleep deprivation. He still feels the stickiness of your skin in July when your bodies were tangled despite the heat, stress threatening to suffocate you both, and a notice on the door counting the days until you were without shelter. You both faced every hardship together. You both held every bit of hope together. You both sacrificed it all to keep it standing, to make sure the home you were building out of each other had an unyielding foundation. In truth, he can’t imagine anything else but this. He can’t imagine a single outcome that doesn’t lead right here to this rooftop, with the evening fading and the night being welcomed by the late city bustle. Yoongi's heart swells with love for you, and he leans in for a tender kiss. As your lips meet, he feels a renewed sense of gratitude for the present moment and the love that you both share, that you both have tirelessly cultivated together. At this moment, nothing else matters. You’re both happily in love, happily lost in each other's embrace, and cherishing the memories of the past while still carrying that old hope for your future.

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I hope it gets easier for you to live in the now. To remember that you're here, in the present moment, that you're safe, even if your mind is thinking of the worst case scenario. You will overcome every obstacle when they arrive, but right now, you can rest.

the lucky one: series masterlist

summary: Growing up you only had one goal: beat Jeon Jungkook. Sometimes you'd win, other times you'd lose. Sometimes he'd lose, other times he'd win. But you'd both walk away from the match thinking the other was the lucky one.

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader rating/genre: 18+ Minors DNI | sports au, e2l/r2l, angst, fluff, smut status: on going notes/warnings: the first chapter is more of a prologue that leads into the rest of the fic, which also means it's the most light-hearted of the chapters. both characters (reader and jungkook) go through a lot, so this fic deals with topics that aren't to be taken lightly. topics discussed would be: alcoholism, suicidal ideation, and mental illness (anxiety, depression), so please tread lightly. please do not read if these topics are triggering. your mental health is important, so please take care of yourselves. <3

masterlist key: s - smut a - angst f - fluff

chapter one: little freak, jezebel - 20.2K (s, a) -> you and jungkook have been forced to be friends since birth. keyword: forced. chapter two: good night, belladonna - 28.1K (s, a) -> after three years of no contact, a career-changing injury, and one chance encounter of the two of you joining the same professional badminton team, jeon jungkook's suddenly your shadow again. chapter three: daisy, give me your answer do - 27.1K (s, a, f) -> the trials and tribulations of agreeing to be jeon jungkook's doubles partner hit you all at once. chapter four: build me up, buttercup - 30.2K (s, a, f) -> atlas wasn’t a god; he was just a man . . . and jeon jungkook could only bear so much. chapter four and a half: interlude - 2.9K (f) -> when jungkook was little, he used to wish on shooting stars that he'd hear a bell when he met his soulmate. chapter five: violet, roses are red, not blue - coming soon -> you and jungkook had always endured your lives, watching everyone else live theirs. it was time you helped each other learn how to finally breathe like real people. chapter six: good morning, morning glory - coming soon -> like a hook in an eye, jeon jungkook fit into you. maybe he always had.

And so you will 🤗💜

SAFE

pairing; lee know x reader

warnings; fluff, cute bf minho, teasing, jokes, reader feeling tired and drained, use of jagi, going in nature, flowers, words of affirmations, kissing, very cute minho!!

word count; 1-2k

summary; you haven't been feeling the best these days, feeling drained as each day comes. but your cute boyfriend minho has something planned for you, hoping it'll help bring some ease.

a/n: something for myself and i hope for those who also have been feeling this way❣

Drained. You've been feeling this way for quite some time, not knowing why. The busy days at work, interacting with a bunch of people, making reports and handling all sorts of deadlines at once just makes you want to internally scream.

When was the last time you've had no interruptions? You probably don't even remember.

But you do know that once you reach to the comfort of your home, it stops. Seeing your beautiful boyfriend minho just brings you so much inner peace. It may even sound weird but whenever you struggle to sleep in the night time, you shift your focus fully on Minho's sleeping face.

How peaceful and adorable can one look just sleeping away? You've always thought angels only existed in heaven but how lucky are you to have one besides you.

Yes, only an angel could look this beautiful.

He isn't even aware how you thank those from above for delivering his sweet ass to you. A person who brings ease by just watching his face, being in his presence feels like a big warm hug, removing all kinds of negativity away.

You plant a kiss above his head, just before you fall asleep.

The routine begins once again. Getting up in the mornings are always the worst. Minho leaves earlier than you since his schedule is a lot different to yours. Though some days like today, you had wished to feel his lingering warmth right beside you for extra few minutes.

You gain the strength to finally get up and do your routinely quick shower, which has also felt like a chore. Once your done and you've put on your fresh clothes, you make your way down to the kitchen to have a quick little breakfast before you leave for work.

Just as you make your way to grab the milk from the fridge, a sticker note is placed above. You brows furrowed ahead before you read.

Wanna know a fun fact?

Octopuses have three hearts

And they still couldn't love you as much as I do ;)

If only Minho was here to see how hard you was smiling right now. Til this day, you're not used to him professing his love in various ways, almost immediately making you flustered. It's almost in sync when he does these things, particularly on the days you feel drained.

You love his silly little jokes and sometimes you question how he even comes across certain things but hey, it made you smile.

Like always.

You really needed to hear this today. Words of affirmations are so important to you and your boyfriend almost never fails to deliver. He really knows the key to your heart.

Oh Lee Minho, I fucking love you

Surprisingly your day wasn't as bad. It helps even more to know you have the weekend coming up, finally some break. But really thanks to your boyfriend's sweet words that instantly changed your mood for the day. Feeling a lot more loose.

You arrived at home as usual but was surprised to see Minho present. During the time at work, Minho cleaned up the place and made it look a lot more presentable. You appreciate his kind gesture as you were just about to approach him.

"Hey jagi, you're back."

Minho embraced you with his both arms, a warm feel arises as inhaled in this comfort. His fresh soft scented body wash still lingering over him, a scent that brings you to comfort.

"I missed you," You respond back. ever since the morning and even the past few days, you've missed having Minho around you for longer. But due to his work, he's been waking up a lot more earlier often leaving you alone.

"I missed you too, jagi." Minho replies, his hands squeezing you tighter. A part of him feels guilty that he hasn't been around much but he will change that very soon.

The hug felt like it just got rid of all your worries and distress of all them days you've had. If there is one place someone had asked you where you'd stay, the answer would be in Minho's arms.

Minho pulls aways first, causing you to frown but immediately plants a kiss to your head.

"Go get ready, we're going out today." Immediately you eyes open, surprised at his words.

"Where are we going?" You asked, part of you actually feels like a kid as the excitement grows. Minho watches your eyes for your reaction, just as he expected. They lit up almost in quickness, something he had missed seeing before.

"Somewhere, now go" He quickly brushes off. Only to make you get even curious.

"But-"

"Go. Now" He demanded.

"But where-"

"Jagiiii don't be stubborn please, just get ready. Pleaseeee" He begs sweetly, gently pushing you towards the door because he knows your ass won't stop questioning, which makes you giggle hearing how cute he sounds already.

"Okaaaay fine!" As you laughed to yourself getting inside the room.

You've been questioning Minho for the past 30 minutes and yet he still isn't giving up to tell you where you're both going. You look outside the car before opening up the window all the way down, letting the cool breeze hit your face.

How long has it been since you've just closed your eyes and felt some fresh breeze?

You almost forgot how calming it makes one feel. You breathe in and out, all thoughts of the days slowly becoming smaller and smaller until they are left to cease in your mind.

The feeling of nothing. No sadness, no anger, no frustrations, no worries, no stress, no nothing.

Just you being present, having the love of the life right beside you and some really cool breeze hitting your face.

This is what you've missed having.

You don't even realise that you've finally reached your destination, having your eyes still closed until Minho calls out.

"Jagi," He admires how peaceful you already look, his hand moves through the hair on your face, "We've arrived."

The sensation of his hands wake you up, not realising you almost fell asleep. You slowly opened your eyes and watched ahead. You have no idea what this place even is and before you even ask more, Minho already opens your door with his hand reaching for yours.

You don't remember when was the last time you've even visited nature. Nature was always a place you'd end up in whenever you needed a breather. Though these past few days, you couldn't even get yourself anywhere.

Normally you'd raise a comment on how much longer you'd need to walk. In places like these, it feels never ending.

You allow yourself to just feel. Let the wind fall through your skin, your hair as it flies away softly, let the birds sing to you and let the trees embrace you. Hand in hand with Minho, who seems rather ecstatic at the beautiful trees ahead as you both walk.

It feels peaceful.

As you both keep walking, there's fields of beautiful flowers that have blossomed, filling their love all throughout the way. Pink. It's such a pretty colour isn't it?

And before you could even say that, Minho beats you to it.

"Wow, I've never seen this many pretty flowers in my life." He says in amaze and you agreed, "Me too, they're beautiful."

Minho immediately engulfs you in a hug, like he's trying to protect you from something. "Jagi I think we need to hide you away from them," Which made you feel a bit confused to why.

They're only flowers. So harmless you thought.

"But why babe?" You questioned.

"Right well, you see how pretty they are right?" He explains as he goes on, "And how much space they've taken up?" Which you nod to trying to understand what he's coming at. "I fear them being within your presence they may end up taking away my beautiful flower, too."

Your heart melted. Stop. No. How much more cuteness can you take from this man?

"Minhoooo," you whined out, smiling like crazy, "Why are you cute and also are you actually jealous of a bunch of flowers-" you almost laughed.

"How could I not be! They also recognise beauty to, don't they?" He pouts cutely, and your heart is fluttering so much right this moment. You can't believe you've found someone who's this adorable.

"Exactly, so in that case," You grab on to his hand and move away from the flowers. "I'd have to protect my flower too." In which Minho immediately blushed with a cute smile creeping in. God, he is so cute when he gets shy too.

You both venture off until you finally stop to the end. The hills. You didn't realise you both had climbed all the way up here, which to be honest was worth it. You walk hand in hand, mouth dropping at the amazement of how beautiful this hill is.

It feels like your on top of the world right now. Seeing everything from above and below. The gorgeous fields that are formed within this place, the different type of flowers, the greenery. The people, the lights as you watch the city running in fast speed. Perhaps, you may have been on speed to. Not having a chance to actually slow down and just breathe.

Reminding you of the times you would often walk off to nature. Something you've actually missed doing. It brought you so much peace and only today you've realised how badly you needed to see this.

You don't realise when Minho has actually sat down, leaving you to fully embrace this lovely view on your own. He knows how badly you needed this and to be alone for some time.

Which you appreciate so much. You notice he isn't beside you and you make your way towards him, sitting down on the benches present.

You both listen and immerse yourself in the silence. Well not so much until the birds begin to hum, sending a lovely melodic sound to your ears. You don't know how long its been to just stay still. Quiet. No sounds of people nagging you, no one expecting you to do anything, just you two alone, in this world.

Allowing yourself to feel the earth for once.

"I'm proud of you."

Is all you heard as you break out of a trance. You look next to you as Minho watches you with intently with a soft look, his hands brushing above yours.

"I'm proud of you for existing today." The words seemingly hit your heart and before you could speak, he stops you. "I'm proud of you for waking up each day despite being tired of life. For taking a shower, for eating your food even on the days you don't feel too. For going in to a hell called work. For dealing with a bunch of humans that drain your energy and on top of the workload. For faking your smiles in order to show you're fine when really your crumbling inside. For gaining the strength to perform for people and society when all you want to do is hide. He utters, causing you to breathe slowly as you take in all of his words.

You smiled, with teary eyes, "Thank you so much Minho." You feel loss at words. No one in your life has ever seen you this closely to notice such things about yourself. No one. Not even your past lovers did.

But Minho? Oh, he's special.

Now you realise how Minho started doing more things at home, not allowing you to do anything. This goes to making food for the two of you, to cleaning up the place and washing up. Even those times where he would sneak into your showers, which you had thought was for other reasons. But no, you was wrong. Because each time he came in, he smothered your scalp with shampoo with his gentle finger tips, slowly massaging away the worries of the days. He picked up the soap and let his hands work through your body, all whilst he gave you kisses. It felt so comforting and you couldn't even think of anything else. It made it easier for you not to feel exhausted when you have him beside you.

And you never even thought of that, until today. Now.

Minho has always noticed. And he's always shown that through his actions.

Immediately you wrap your arms around him as you continue to sob, "I'm sorry I didn't even realise those things-" which he shuts you off right away.

"Listen jagi, you shouldn't need to apologise at all. It's my job and responsibility to care for you. I don't do these things out of pity, no. I do it because I love you, so much that I just want to make life easier for you." He breathes, "We can't control how we feel but what I can do is make things feel easier even if its little. And honestly this is so effortless for me because I love you. I want to care and do things for you." He emphasises.

You cry even more, letting your tears flow below him at his words. To be loved this way was always what you dreamed. You had thought these things only exist in movies, which only was proven wrong when you first came across Minho.

Minho removes your arms and faces you directly, brushing off the tears with his fingers gently, "Shush. It's okay. You're safe now. With me." He smiles, planting a kiss right above your lip.

You chuckled and leaned into the small kiss, placing your mouth on to his. His lips felt ever so soft.

You both leaned back to the bench, cuddled up just before Minho asks you something. "Jagi?"

"Hm?"

"I know you always love admiring my face, even right now haha. But am I that handsome that you watch me sleep too?" He teased watching how completely flushed out you looked when the shock runs through your body.

"Minho what the fuck-"

He did not just say that. Wait, how does he know you watch him?

"No no jagi it's completely fine. I'm just so handsome to look at, so I can't blame you," He smirked making you feel even more flustered. Great, cats out the bag now.

"This is so embarrassing" You screamed, trying to hide yourself away from him. How weird does that sound that someone watches you sleep? But you don't do it weirdly, it's just become an habit over the past few days. It just instantly makes you feel better and yeah.

You huffed as you got up trying to escape until Minho grabs on to your waist and pulls you down to his lap, "Why are you running away?" He looks further into your eyes. Even though you've been together for time, his eyes still feel so intense, reading through every thought in your mind.

"Hmm? Shy now?" He continued to tease you further, only for you to hit your palm against his chest. "You're unbelievable." You sighed out as you chuckled. "You know what, they shouldn't have dropped you down yet." You thought back to your whole theory on Minho, your boyfriend being a whole angel from heaven who accidentally fell.

Minho only looks at you confusingly before he laughs, planting another kiss on your cheek, "Who?"

You giggled to yourself, "Nothing." And kissed him on his cute nose, watching his puzzled adorable face.

"But jagiyaaaaaaaa."

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The Only One || Masterlist

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

Summary: You've always wished for a better life. Every single day at work, you were hoping something would change. Although you didn't think that change would come in the form of one mysterious man and a contract.

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

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