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this is never gonna be

pairing: grim reaper!yoongi x immortal soul human!reader genre: crack, fluff, a little angst, exes to lovers drabble wc: 889 warnings: main character death but it’s not that srs yk summary: min yoongi is a grim reaper and you would do everything to be with him.

a/n: hey! writing blipped is not going where i thought it would be and it is now more angsty than ever so i thought i would write a smol crack drabble based on a tiktok that went on my fyp.

the grin on your face was evident when they found your body inside the trashed car. you were announced “dead on site”. the car had hit a huge boulder and you were obviously going over the normal speed limit on a closed road.

you have died

again

it was probably your 13th? 14th? you don’t know. you’ve lost count. well, you don’t really care.

“hmm.” you inspect your body inside the car. “I still look pretty,” you say with a shrug. your face was very bloody from the wound on your head but there wasn’t a damage to your face anywhere. that wasn’t the same thing you could say to the other times you don’t really want to get back to.

you climbed over the roof of the car to sit down, swinging your legs. you watched as the firemen take your body out of the car. “hey, careful now.” you shout to them even though you know they can’t hear you anyway.

what’s taking him so long?

and just like he was summoned, a man has dramatically appeared in a second. there was smoke all around him and over his suit is his black cloak that was floating, bits and pieces of the end were burning and breaking from it but it never strays from the end of the cloth. his black hair is longer than usual which fits him more than you will admit. it was slicked back and you always love it when it was. you used to give his forehead lots of kisses.

but his eyes.

oh his eyes.

they were FUMING.

you’ve known his eyes to be always bored. he hated his job as a grim reaper. he just hated seeing people dying and having to get them like he was an uber driver. and especially the old people. he hated escorting old people. he hates to admit it but you know he has a soft heart. that’s one of the things you love about him.

but there are days he loves his job.

it’s when he gets to drag people to hell when they deserve it.

and can you just say, he absolutely looks HOT when he does. the look in his eyes are so dark you can’t help but get a little turned on and rub your thighs together. but that’s not important right now.

what’s important is how he looks at you right now.

yoongi is a different kind of annoyed right now.

the kind of annoyance reserved for you only.

“for fuck’s sake, y/n.” he spits every word with a lace of venom, the poison you are so addicted to.

you squealed and hopped down the car to clap your hands. “yoongi, you wouldn’t believe what happened! the car’s break just won’t–”

he raises his palm in front of your face. “save it.”

you pout and cross your arms, waiting for his lecture.

“you’ve been granted an immortal soul. you have the chance to live your life fruitfully. you have the choice to be a human, whenever, however, and how many times you want, and this is how you choose to spend your time?”

you sigh and drag the collar of his dark cloak. “but the human world is so boring without you baby.” you flirt as you drag your finger down his chest.

he flicks your hands away from him and takes a deep breath.

“we’re over, y/n. i told you.” he says after exhaling. eyes closed in an attempt to stay calm.

you lose your teasing face and say with a straight face. “and i told you. i don’t care about my immortal soul. i want you.”

he watches as they put your lifeless body on the wheeled stretcher and put a white cloth over it. he points at your body. “do you enjoy that?” you look away from him. he shakes his head. “no, you don’t get to look away.”

he places his two hands on your cheeks lightly and forces you to look at yourself. “look at you. you’re fucking dead.” he says and drops his hands. you can’t help but to feel sad. you know he’s right. death isn’t something to be taken lightly. and you do feel the pain of death every time you do it. you have an immortal soul but you were still an immortal soul in a human body.

“and you force me to watch every time.”

you can’t help but stare back at his face when he drops his words with a lace of pain in them.

and you were right.

“you’re an idiot.” he spits out, but with tears in his eyes.

you can’t help but fill your eyes with tears too.

and when you wrap your arms around him, he’s putty in your hands.

“you’re an annoying piece of shit.” he says through his sobs. they were muffled as he buries his face in your neck.

with tears streaming down your face, you ask. “but you love this piece of shit, don’t you?”

he huffs and pushes you away.

he wipes the tears in his eyes and fixes his robe.

“no.”

he turns his back.

“come on, let’s get you to namjoon.”

he pauses.

“wipe your tears. he’s about to give you a better scolding.”

and you groan but smile.

sorry namjoon, but this won’t be the last time. this is never gonna be.

© wolfvmin. please do not copy, translate, claim any of my works. thank you.

blipped: gone and back (2)

title: gone and back pairing: brother’s best friend!yoongi x female reader genre: major angst !!, fluff, brother’s best friend au, unrequited love, set in the marvel cinematic universe (mcu), slow burn?, implied age gap, heavy themes, brother!namjoon, bestfriend!taehyung warnings: none for this part disclaimer: you can read this without knowing anything marvel at all. word count: 3.6k

At the age of 21, you confessed your feelings to your brother’s best friend, Yoongi, which he rejected. One day later, Thanos snapped, turning fifty percent of the world population to dust, leaving the other half lost, confused, and mourning–including you. Five years later, Bruce Banner snapped everyone back to life, including Yoongi, who doesn’t really know you anymore.

a/n: i've decided to make blipped a series with shorter chapters instead of a two-part lmao. we are finally at the time skip!!

index part 1 > part 3

He wasn’t the type to ignore someone during disagreements. Yoongi was a firm believer in not running away from problems. In all honesty, he doesn't know why he did it. The moment he heard the door click, he knew it was you. And before he knew it, he was dropping his phone to his side and closing his eyes, pretending to be asleep. It’s a dumb idea, he thought. You would probably ask why was the television muted. Yoongi wasn’t the type to waste electricity and use the television for a dim light in the living room. 

When he hears your door shut, he sighs and slaps his forehead. “You dumb fuck.” He mutters to himself. He ponders on what to do when he actually can’t avoid you. And while thinking of you, he doesn’t realize that sleep was slowly taking him.

“Yah.” Namjoon nudges his arm, getting his attention. 

He turns his head to his friend who was wearing suit and tie attire for some reason. His hair was brushed up too. 

The lighting behind him wasn’t bright. It was dimmed yellow. Just like at hotels and restaurants. 

He looked down at his body and finds himself wearing something similar to his friends. 

“What’s up? Why are you spacing out?” Namjoon teases his friend. 

Yoongi’s brows furrow and he looks around, blurred faces all over. He was at some kind of event. They were guests and so is he. Flowers. There were flowers too. Round tables. People were laughing, dancing, and congratulating.

“Where are we?” He finally speaks. 

Then a few taps from a microphone are heard. He whips his head in that direction. There, on a platform, stands a man with a blurred face. He was wearing a tux. 

“Good evening, everyone.” The man starts. A few hoots here and there are heard after his greetings.

“I would like to thank everyone for coming tonight. Me and my love and now my wife, Y/N, are so grateful that you are here to celebrate this moment in our lives…” Whatever the man was saying, Yoongi had tuned out. Sat just behind him was you, the only recognizable face in the crowd. 

You were smiling, looking at the man speaking with tears in your eyes. Yoongi’s eyes were only on you. You were the only thing that felt real among the others. That, and the sinking feeling in his heart. It was like his worst fear coming true and he doesn’t even know it. 

Then your eyes meet. 

Your face forms into something like disappointment, but with soft eyes. Your mouth opens and you scream…

“Mom, mom! There’s a guy on the couch!”

A voice of a child shrieking pierces Yoongi’s ears and into his dreams, shaking him awake. He groans and opens his eyes slowly. “What the fuck?” He whispers. Who the fuck brought a child into the apartment? Certainly not you, you hated children. Namjoon? Maybe. But he was at work. Did his dream suddenly change scenarios or what?

The first thing he sees is the face of an adorable child. The boy’s eyes are wide, sparkling with stars and his smile lights up in glee. Yoongi’s eyes widen in concern but also in panic. “Who are you?” He asks, confused, raising his body on his forearms. 

“I’m Jumong! I am five years old!” He giggles. Yoongi’s eyes furrowed. “What are you doing here? Where’s Y/N?–” He looks at the leather he’s feeling on his arms. Leather? We don’t have a leather couch. He thinks. And when he looks around, the apartment is the same structure but a different interior. 

“W-where am I? I was just at my place–” He stutters. The last thing he remembers is that you just came home then he fell asleep on the couch. How did he travel to a different apartment? And who are these neighbors? He knew all the neighbors in the small building but he never saw this child before. Did he sleepwalk? Oh my god does he have amnesia? This is all Tony Stark’s fault. 

“Oh my god.” A woman in her apron walks in, staring at him in shock. “Who are you? Can you– where did you take me?” He pleads. The woman shakes her head and smiles. “I’m Jenny, and this is my son Jumong. You must be someone who has lived here before.” 

“Lived?” He asks. “Past tense?” 

“I’ll make you tea. This is gonna be a lot to take in.” 

The world was once again in chaos. 

You thought about this a lot of times in the past five years. You thought about the blip never happening. You thought about everybody miraculously going back to life. At first, it was a nice thought— a hopeful dream. Then it was just dreadful. Because you know that it would probably never happen. The Avengers have been quiet since then. You didn’t mind. You know they tried their best—or at least that’s what everybody believed. And to be honest, you never really liked them anyways. You don’t know them. You don’t know who they are, what they’ve done, what they have not done, and they’re human just like every one of us, maybe except that alien god. Still, it’s just that they were given more power than the rest of us. And just like every being on this planet and outside ours, they lose. 

On the day of the Blip, everybody lost somehow. The damage has been done and it stayed for five years, not five minutes, five days, or five months. It was years—half a decade. It left trauma that is not gonna be resolved the moment everyone materializes once again. You recall the countless stories and documentaries about the Blip. People didn’t just disappear—people died. Aside from half of the population, countless people died that day. From the pilotless planes and driverless cars that crashed, the patients in the hospital whose doctors or loved ones blipped leaving them alone and dying, the uncared-for abandoned children, the elderly who outlived their children, and so many more heartbreaking stories. Not only that, after all that destruction and devastation, the ones who were spared the sweet roulette of Thanos’ snap—they were the ones who were left to pick up the pieces. You know people who moved on and carried on with life. You know people who stayed there on that day, destroying themselves forever until eventually, they gave out—people who were barely scraping by. 

You know it all too well because one of them was you.

Endless scenarios have filled your mind about this moment. But In all honesty, you never thought of it going this way. You always thought it would be a happy reunion. You would run into their arms and cry. They would hug you and tell you everything would be alright. But right now? All you can think about is how you are trying to be happy and excited. Your head is aching at how much you’re forcing yourself to be happy. You are trying hard to make yourself want to run to Namjoon’s old office or maybe hope to see Yoongi in your old apartment so that you could finally see them.

But you can’t. 

You sat there, frozen and unmoving in your car seat. The vehicle was just parked outside of your old apartment building. Instead of happiness, fear is what consumes you. You don’t understand. And so you were angry. You mourned them. You accepted that they were never to come back to your life. You got by. You did it all by yourself. So why are they back now? 

Without thinking about your actions, you find yourself inserting your car key into the ignition once again. But before you turn the key, your eye catches a familiar mop of dark brown hair. The said owner of the hair is walking aimlessly on the sidewalk like he was lost. You felt your chest getting tighter and your vision blurrier. Heat rushes up to your face and wet tears were falling down your cheeks. 

He’s there. He’s there. He’s there. You kept repeating in your head. 

He looks just like the day he left for work in the morning. In his white button-down, black coat, and tie. He doesn’t have his bag—no, you took that with you when you came to the office yourself to see if he did disappear. It was the only thing his co-worker handed you when you asked, pity painted on his face. 

You won’t forget the look on the worker’s face. Everybody in that office knew that Namjoon was your only family. They looked at you like how you’ve been looked at your whole life but for the first time, it was actually true–you were alone and pitiful.

It all came crashing back to you—the pain you have felt all over the years; the feelings you tried so hard to push down and still trying to bury like a dead body in the middle of the night. It was getting heavier and heavier to breathe by the second. And you find yourself grasping the car door handle. Lips quivering and shaking your head, you try and calm yourself down.

He needs you, Y/N. They need you. 

And with one last final breath, you fix yourself and open the car door, finally stepping out of the vehicle. 

The wind felt crisp when it hit your skin. Namjoon was already near the main entrance, still looking lost. But this time, you see the worry in his eyes. You don’t shout his name. You don’t call his attention or make any sign that you were there. You didn’t really feel like exerting any energy talking. Instead, you slam your car door and sprint toward your brother. You didn't say a word but chose to wrap your arms around him and buried your face in his warm back. The only sound that can be heard is your muffled sob. 

The both of you stood like that for minutes, basking in each other’s warmth and comfort. From behind, you can hear Namjoon’s sniffles and the shakiness of his breathing. When he thinks the both of you finally had enough, his hands drifted to where your hands rested on his stomach and softly caressed them with his thumbs. Slowly, he releases himself from your hold and spun around to face you. 

His eyes were puffy from crying and the corners of his eyes crinkled when he finally gave you a soft smile. He takes a step back and looks at you from head to toe.

In your head, you wished you could hear his thoughts as he inspects you. Instead of the worn-out jackets you stole from his and Yoongi’s closet, you wore a business casual outfit that fits you well. The shoulder-length hair you maintained now reached below your chest and was colored with highlights. Everything about you looked mature now–better and wiser. That is, excluding your eyes… it was almost like you were tired and he couldn’t find the same light it used to shine.

“You’re all grown up.” He chuckles in between his sobs. 

“No one answered?” Jenny asked Yoongi as he handed her the cell phone she let him borrow. He shakes his head and gives her a small smile.

“Maybe I’ll head out and look for them.” He suggests to himself, thinking out loud. The woman nods.

“Well, It's a mess outside right now so you could always stay the night if you want. After all, yesterday this was your home. It’s the least I can do.”

Yoongi shakes his head. “No, no, that’s too much. I can’t just do that.”

Jenny sighs and picks up the empty cup of tea from the coffee table across the couch. “It’s fine, Yoongi. Maybe you can play with Mungie to return the favor. That little guy’s been lonely.”

“Thank you, Jenny. It means a lot.” 

The single mother in front of him nods and vanishes to the kitchen. Well, technically, she’s not a single mother. At least that wasn’t the plan before the blip. Jenny’s fiance was one of the victims of the blip. It all happened when she was pregnant. But now that they have all come back, Jenny definitely knows that he was out there now and she said she’ll be waiting for him to come home to his family. 

Yoongi taught about his family back in Daegu. Are they waiting for him? How about you? How about Namjoon? He wonders if the two of you disappeared too. He prayed that you two did. He couldn’t imagine either of you being alone or not having each other. It would definitely break one. He sighed and looked at the four-year-old kid playing with his toy car on the floor.

Just how much had he missed? 

His thoughts were interrupted when the doorbell rang. “Jenny?” He called out, standing to check who was at the door. “Were you expecting someone?” 

Jenny comes rushing out of the kitchen again. “I wasn’t! I’ll get the door though.” She says, tapping Yoongi on his chest and running to the door. Before Yoongi was even given the chance to react, Jenny has already unlocked the door.

“Oh.” He heard the amusement in Jenny’s voice. “Are you here for Yoongi?” She asks. Yoongi’s head whipped in the direction of the sound when he heard his name. He found his feet moving involuntarily. His steps stop when his body is directly visible from the doorway, just a few steps behind Jenny. She had opened the door wider with a grin on her face. 

There was Namjoon, in the same clothes he saw him leave in the morning. And then there was you. It was still you. Same pretty face, stance, longer hair, and pretty smile. 

It is still you, his Y/N… just five years older. 

If this was a dream, if it was some God’s way of punishing him for saying all those mean things and ignoring you the next day, then he pleads with God in a way that he had never before. He had learned his lesson, he thought. 

“Yoongi.” Namjoon was the first one to speak, immediately going in to wrap his arms around the shorter man. 

“Joon.” He breathes out in relief. It was a selfish thought, but he was also glad that he was still the same age as Namjoon.

When the two best friends let go of each other, you lunge for your chance to hug Yoongi. Your face was still puffy from the previous crying session with your brother and he noticed that. 

“Hey, Yoon.” It was a whisper to his ear, soft-spoken. Like bamboo swaying with the wind. Before he was even given the chance to place his hand on your back, you let go.

“You must be the new owner of the apartment.” You face the woman who was having an emotional moment, hands clasped together as she watched the three of you. She nods excitingly. “I am! I’m Jenny.” You smile and shake her hand. “I’m Y/N. This is my brother Namjoon. We were Yoongi’s roommates here before the blip.” 

Jumong, who Yoongi didn’t notice was already there as well, was tugging her mom’s sweatpants and hiding behind her back. 

“This is my son, Jumong.” Jenny takes her son’s hand and tugs him to her front. “Mongie, say hi.” 

Yoongi watched, wondering how you’ll interact with the child. His eyes widened a little when you dropped to your knees to keep your eye level the same as Jumong. “Hi, Mongie. I’m Y/N!” 

You raise your hand in front of him. “Will you give the older sis a high five?” Jumong giggles and slaps his small hand against yours. You laugh at his energy and boop his nose. “Well, aren’t you a cute little thing?” 

Since when were you good with kids? Have you known any kids? Do you have kids now? He suddenly remembers the dream he had earlier. Are you married? You can’t be, right? You were only 26. Life was just starting for you. Well, 26 is a nice age to get married for some people. Were you one of those people?

The thought made his gaze drift to your hands. A slight relief comes to him when he finds your fingers empty. Wait. Pause. Why did he care? Well, of course, it’s an important moment in your life. And it would be a shame if he missed it, right?

“Thank you so much for taking care of Yoongi. We take it, you have explained what happened already?” Joon shakes Jenny’s hand while she nods vigorously. “I did. He wouldn’t have believed me if I didn’t show him the news. Your guy has major trust issues.” She rolls her eyes and the three of you laugh. 

Joon shakes his head and Yoongi swears he almost saw him give him an odd look he can’t describe. “Yeah, he does.” 

The lights flicker open in the small apartment. “It’s a two-bedroom. I was wondering if you guys can share a room. Or maybe one person on the couch. Or I can be the one on the couch–” You say as the two men follow you into your small apartment. You scratch your head and toss your bag on the couch. “Sorry, it’s not much but it’s my home.” 

“I’ll take the couch,” Yoongi claims, sitting on the surprisingly comfortable cushion couch. It isn’t the same one the three of you had but it was similar. With that, he couldn’t help but compare the home you called yours to the home that he once shared with you. Your place was neat, it was undeniably a nice place for a single woman. Single–were you single? he pondered. In front of him was a flat-screen TV. The lack of plants makes sense because only Namjoon really was obsessed with taking care of them. No pictures hang on the wall unlike before when Namjoon would hang your high school and college graduation pictures. However, he noticed that on the drawer beneath where the TV is attached to the wall, the picture of the three of you still stands. 

Namjoon sits beside him. “You sure about that?”, he asks. Yoongi nods. “Yeah, man.” 

“Okay, that’s settled.” You nod to yourself. “I’ll just get ready and cook dinner. You guys make yourself at home.” You announce before heading to your room. 

“Yoongi…” He heard Namjoon mutter beside him. “This… this isn’t just some nightmare, right?” 

“I really hope it is, Joon.” 

When he heard you making sounds in the kitchen and Joon was busy watching the news, Yoongi decided to come and talk to you. You had your back to him, occupied with your cooking task. 

“Hey.” He greets. You shriek, jumping and placing a hand over your chest. When you realize it’s him, you sigh in relief. “Sorry, need some help?” Yoongi asked you. You shake your head. “Nah, I got this.” 

He looks over and realizes you were already done with preparing the ingredients and just put them in the pan. Yoongi nods. “I’ll set the table, then?” You smile at him. He noticed your eyes flash sadness for a second before you nod and turn away from him. “The plates are right there.” You pointed without looking at him. 

Yoongi walked towards you, just a few steps away from your back. 

“Y/N,” He speaks, only loud enough to hear you. You froze at his serious tone. “I-I don’t know if it matters now… but it was just yesterday for me. So, I’m sorry… for what I said that day.” 

Yoongi fiddled with his fingers while talking, nervous about how you’ll react. You don’t react for a moment, but when you do, you turn to face him. There was no anger, no sadness–not anything. You stared at him genuinely. 

“I forgive you.” You pressed your lips together to barely form a smile. Yoongi’s eyes widened for a second before his brows furrowed in confusion. “Just like that?” he asks. 

You shake your head and you give him a light punch on the shoulder. “It’s been five years, Yoongi. I’m not the same kid whose eyes sparkle over a crush.” You chuckle and turn back to the meal you were cooking. 

Yoongi watches your face for a moment, looking for any sign that you didn’t mean what you said. He didn’t know why he was hoping for that. But he wished you were lying. And when he fails, he presses his lips together and nods. “Okay.” 

The three of you eat silently. You have become really good at cooking, Yoongi thinks. Before, your cooking was saltier than the average. Now, it almost tastes like his cooking, which you always argued that you don’t like. 

“This is really good, Y/N. Who taught you to cook like this?” Namjoon compliments you. You roll your eyes while drinking water. You settle down the cup, hand still on it. 

“I’ve always cooked well.” You answer, dismissing the question nonchalantly. Yoongi scoffs and you send a questioning glare his way.

“What, Yoongi? I don’t?” You raise a brow. 

“Yeah, you don’t think so, Yoongs?” Your brother teases, egging you on.

Yoongi straightens his posture and places his elbows on the table. His fingers intertwine with each other. “I mean,” He smirks. “Not bad for five years.” 

And he swore he saw you blush for a second. It made him happy when you rolled your eyes, meaning he still gets under your skin. It made him think that maybe, he can still catch up with the five years he lost. 

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7:18 pm || myg

pairing : husband!yoongi x reader

genre : fluff, established relationship

rating : pg-13, sfw

summary : you love your husband's long hair a little too much

word count : 1k

warnings : kissing, tickling and them being adorable :(

author's note : i love love love his hair!!! we all are in such a mess after his new ig post istg! i had to write this fluffy lil thing :(( i wrote this when it was 7:18 pm and the time in the fic is same!! idk how timestamp fics work? but pls it was quick as fuck! so spare me cuz it's straight up fluff with no sense by me!!

mood : still with you

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"Where are you?"

"Y/N?"

You could hear Yoongi call for you from the front door but you were too lazy to give him a reply, snuggled up in your bed with eyes drooping low.

It was a work day but due to your fatigue, your husband had forced you into taking it off and resting. Given, you did nothing the whole day, just got up to eat and excrete.

A few seconds pass by and just before you slip into dreamland, your bedroom door creaks open and soft light filters in while you can make out the silhouette of Yoongi.

The smell of his cologne hits you before you can even see his face clearly in the dim light. You inhale a wave of old spice and citrus and sigh softly. The comfort it brought you was more than your bed was able to give you throughout the day. It was loving, it was familiar, it was home.

"I am home." his croaky, tired voice rings in your ears as you hear him padding towards the bed.

"I know." you mumble with a smile and feel the mattress sink beside you.

It was raining and you could smell the faint traces of earth and water wafting from him and the window left open by you.

You peek open an eye and look at the digital clock on your desk displaying the time, 7:18 pm, the yellow light from the clock being the only source in your room now that your husband has closed the door.

He lifts up the covers and lies down beside you, shifting his tired body towards your form.

"Hey." you greet him, without any reason.

"You slept all day. Lucky." he whines and throws a hand around your waist, pulling you to his chest.

You laugh and make cooing sounds at him, rubbing his spine and snuggling further into his chest. You close your eyes again and revel in his warmth, the warmth from the bed seeming cold in front of him.

You inhale swiftly and that's when you feel the scent of his citrus shampoo get stronger, awakening your senses. Your hand moves on its accord and before you know it, it is resting at the nape of his neck, toying with the strands of his soft hair that you love more than anything else.

"Y/N."

"What? You know I love your hair." you pout at him and he quickly pecks your lips.

A wave of adoration and butterflies washes through you even when he has done it millions of times, even when you have known him for thirteen years, even when you have been with him for six years now, even when it's been three years since you married him.

You instinctively tug at his hair as he lets out a low, satisfied moan at your lips, before you start drawing lazy patterns at the skin of his nape.

"I love you."

"And I love your hair." you quip back with a smug grin as your hand travels further upwards to his scalp, parting his lush locks with your fingers to massage at his tired skin.

"Not me?"

"Mhmm, I'll think about it."

"Brat." and before you know it, his fingers sneak under your shirt and he tickles your waist.

"Oh my god Yoongi, no." you laugh and try to turn on your back but he relents you from doing so swinging his leg over yours and locking your body in place. His tickles travel across your torso and you hit at his hand continuously to stop him.

"Please nooo." you laugh with tears now lining your eyes and wiggle and squirm under his hold.

"Say you love me first." he laughs and your heart skips a beat at his gleeful voice and his gummy smile now on full display, with his hair a beautiful fluffy mess, thanks to you.

"I love youuu, now stop."

He kisses your scrunched up nose and lets you relax, laying back beside you and pulling you flush to his chest. You once again take the opportunity to play with his hair, this time attacking the strands which had stood out during the tickling session.

He purrs with his eyes closed when you softly press at his scalp and entangle your other hand through his hair.

You loved his hair a little too much, an infatuation that led you to hiding any stray scissors around your house. You know he won't ever cut his hair that way, but your heart was scared of the unknown. You had stopped him from going to the salon twice and were already dreading the day he would think of finally trimming his locks.

"Aah don't stop." he groans and your heart flies out to him again.

"Had a rough day?"

"More like tiring."

His closed eyes make you inch towards him and you bop his nose with yours. It's always the same. Being the executive producer of a label company was exciting but tiring and you knew it all too well given he had been at that position for almost the same time as your married life.

You kiss him once, he smiles a little. You kiss him twice, he smiles a little more. You kiss him thrice, his gums peek out. You kiss him for the fourth time and he is laughing heartily. You pat down at his hair and tuck the stray strands of hair away from his face.

"Wanna talk about it?"

He moves in your hold and nudges your forehead with his.

"First, I wanna eat something."

"I am right here and you're whining to eat something else." you pout at him and jut your lips out to kiss him again.

He moves away this time and starts to sit up with his eyes squinted and mouth twisted into a smug pout.

"I want real food, wifey." he mimics your high pitch pout and you lash out at him with your hands tugging him down with his hair, pulling the strands gently but strongly so he tilts his head towards you with a laugh and a little 'ow'. You laugh out loud and sit up, grazing your teeth over his adorably cute nose.

"That was rude of you, hubby."

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yeah, like this? (m) || myg

pairing : yoongi x fem!reader

genre : smut, pwp

rating : m (18+); minors dni

summary : your boyfriend lures you to the couch of his studio just by a single look.

word count : 845

warnings : swearing, kissing, penetrative protected sex, clit slapping, hair tugging (i mean, ofc), marking, yoongi in this selca is BAD.

author's note : ha ha ha. are we surprised anymore? ik ik i almost came up with smth fluffy too but decided on this instead. thanks to nix @highly-functioning-mitochondria and meg @yoongukie-ff but we will get that one also !! and someone get a hold on me cause i CANT seem to stop myself from writing smth everytime this man posts like hello sir?? we are already on our knees. anyways. unedited and written on a whim as always.

mood : sweat - zayn

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"Yoongi, ah." you whine as he holds your waist tightly and your fingers graze the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Yeah, doll?" he grunts and thrusts his hips, making you a whimpering mess in his hold.

He brings a hand between your legs, to where your bodies are joined and slaps your clit as you shudder and weave your fingers through his hair, tightly tugging at the strands you love oh so dearly.

"Please." you moan.

"Please what? I need words." he smirks and you roll your hips over his, tipping your head back when he comes forward to feast on the soft skin of your neck.

He kisses it and sucks, his tongue peeking out to glide over the points he knows all too well. You increase your pace as you feel his ministrations make your entrance even slicker, making it easy for him to move inside you.

"Please, move faste- aah." he bucks his hips up as his cock hits your g-spot and all your words die in your throat.

"Yeah, like this?"

You feel devoured and he looks ravenous. Your hands move through his locks and he moans, as you angle your body in a way so that he repeatedly hits all your sweet spots.

"Mhm." you try to answer when he brings you forwards and locks you in place with his hands wounded around your waist tightly. He then starts to carry out your request and you'd be lying if you say you didn't feel your soul leave your body.

He is fucking into you at a pace that has you crying, resting your forehead onto his as you see his parted lips and flush cheeks, eyebrows knit in concentration and chest rising and falling incredibly fast. You know you are in the same state and when he looks up at you with the feeling of lust mixed with love, his gaze gentle but dark enough to shake your insides, you moan and capture his lips with yours.

They move slowly, taking their time, at first and you feel his cock move languidly, but still perfectly bringing you nearer to the edge. Soon, it's all teeth and tongue and he bites on your lower lip as he once again starts moving faster.

"Oh my god, this pussy will," he moans at your lips and you feel the shivers make your already full entrance throb.

"Yeah?" you close your eyes and kiss his forehead, rather sloppily.

"Will take my life one day. It's so perfect."

You feel the knot tighten at his words and you grip him tightly, knowing you'll form bruises on his neck. His white shirt rides up a not-so-decent amount when he moves his hips on the couch, ramming into you, and you feel yourself almost drooling.

"Just. Like. You.", he punctuates each sentence with a thrust and you finally break down for good, coating his cock with your cum and your cheeks with your tears.

Your eyes roll back into your head from the intensity of your orgasm as you all but see white in front of your closed lids, the object of your affection, or if you may say, cause of your ruined state, still moving inside you, and at last with a final thrust and moan, spilling inside the condom.

You both stay in the same position for a while, reveling in the after effects and the euphoric state of the mind-blowing session you just had.

From the session you remember, your boyfriend was having a rather stressful recording session when he lured you into his studio and in that goddamn couch with a selca from an angle you were seeing him from now.

You look over your shoulder and see the daw open on his pc with some channels sporting an audio clip. You look back at him and see him already looking at you with a fucked out expression, same as yours. He brings your face down to his and kisses your nose, moving to pull out from you.

You grimace as you stand up from his now softening cock and slide down beside him on the couch, your top stained with sweat and panties and jeans strewn about on the floor.

"Don't you have to complete this track by tomorrow?" you laugh when you see him make a not so polite face.

"Fuck, i have to." he stands up with a groan and discards his condom. He passes you a box of tissues and after you both clean up the mess, pulls his boxers and sweatpants back as you dress yourselves.

He takes a step towards his chair but before he moves further, he dips his body down over yours and pecks your lips sweetly.

"I love you." he gazes into the depth of your eyes and you melt into a pool of love.

"I love you too. Now go." and you push your boyfriend towards his desk so you can sit back and watch him work in peace, falling in love with him a little more, with each passing second.

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사랑한다고~ (m.yoongi x reader)

tags/warnings: idol!yoongi x gn!reader, overall fluffy, yoongi babie is tired so you cook nice food, you being wifey in return for yoongi being so husband that's it

genre: FLUFFYYY~

words: 555 words (lucky number fiiive~)

a/n: yoongi HUSBAND. istg its solely because of this man, i have VERY high standards smh. also very rushed, okay?

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yoongles <3: i'll be late. don't wait up, okay?

You sigh. You absolutely love him to death. Adore all the little quirks, even the random interior designing facts he gives you. Admire his dedication to work, his love for his job and his unconditional love. Not to mention the unusual amount of husband vibes he radiates. You got do something in return. "You being here, by my side, is more than what I could ask for," he'd say, on the verge of a gummy smile. You search up recipes on the internet. Various recipes of spaghetti, steak and more delicious concoctions pop up. Doing the calculations, you estimate his time of arrival would be 2.30 a.m. Give or take a few hours. You reckon you could do a whole course meal, knowing he would've forgone food in exchange for a couple of sips of his favourite whiskey. You go to the kitchen, determined to feed him all the love you've got.

You started off with a simple drink, mango lassi. Refreshing and smoothie-like, it's easy to make too. You pour it into a pretty glass complete with a glass straw when you turn to the speaker playing your music. "this song isn't it," you decide and take your phone to put together a playlist just for this cooking session. You prepare a variety of dishes, ranging from garlic bread as a starter and a seafood jeon. You decide that main course would be tteokbokki with sausage, eomuk and a bit of ramyeon, topped with cheese of course. You get to work, boiling the tteok and making the "super special sauce" as both of you fondly call it. You sing along to the song your speaker plays (strawberry moon by iu) and get your tteokbokki ready.

Yoongi's had a long day, to say the least. His computer was acting up for some unknown reason he isn't bothered to find out and his mind kept blanking out when trying to get lyrics, even when he had multiple sips of his whiskey. The only thing he was looking forward to was his comfy bed with your clingy sleepy self. He smiles at that thought and walks faster to the elevator.

Rollin by Brave Girls blasts in your speaker for the nth time. It seems like you can't get enough of this song. You sing along and place the cookie dough onto the baking sheets, getting so lost in the music that you don't hear the jingle which signals that the love of your life is home.

"hey bub, i'm-"

"사랑한다고!"

You spot him and smile, popping the cookies in the oven. This is an unusual scene for Yoongi. It is currently 2.30 a.m. but he finds a hearty meal on the table while there's remnants similar to a war scene on the kitchen counter. "what're you doing, bub?" Yoongi chuckles and walks to you. "just giving you some good old loving," you giggle and stand on your tiptoes and kiss his forehead. He smiles and holds you in his arms, gummy smile peeking out and pecks your lips, "thank you", he begins, wanting to appreciate you. you shush him with a finger on your lips, "food's gonna get cold."

Yoongi smiles, "time to eat up some good old love, then."

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a/n: did i listen to the 1 hour version of rollin while writing this? no, ofc not. yeah i did :P

cambiare (m.yoongi x reader)

warnings/tags: idol!yoongi x florist!reader. lovey dovey yoongi getting ready to propose :D , yoongi reminiscing about his precious buttercup and fluffy stuff :(

genre: fluffyyy~

words: 686 words

a/n: ik no one listens to the song recommendations i put but pLIS for the love of yoongi, listen to me after you by paul kim.

Yoongi can't figure out when things have changed. He doesn't know when your coat made home next to his. He doesn't know when small succulents and delicate flowers made their way into his apartment. His kitchen cupboards used to be filled with bare necessities and now he's treated to a feast everyday.

Yoongi hates change.

He hates the way it abruptly shifts his peaceful life to a harrowing one. He isn't fond of its ways, often letting out his frustrations about the topic through speedy raps. Yoongi surprises himself, looking forward to the changes you bring him everyday. He got used to your never-ending chatter, which to him, is true music. Your sweet voice, along with your nimble hands and gratifying smile and to top it all off, your pure and kind eyes. He always asked you how your day was, just to hear your voice. Whenever you asked about his, he would try to reply with a smile all the time because he knew you loved his smile. You both understood each other easily and fit like a perfect puzzle. You were, quite literally, a precious flower in his sight.

You.

Yoongi wasn't in the right state of mind, as he likes to put it politely, when he met you. He stumbled across your shop when running away from overbearing fans. He had run in and shut the door when he heard a lilting "may i help you?" he whipped his head to find the source of the voice and found you with an arrangement of tulips and pansies in your hand. "just for a while, okay? how do you lock the door?" he said gruffly, irritated that he couldn't even take a walk for peace of mind. You slide from behind the counter and lock the door behind him. Your floral fragnance isn't strong, Yoongi notes, somehow not even minding the closeness. He looks at you, your lips moving, talking to him it seems. "...bit of tea perhaps? i know the shop can be a bit overwhelming, sometimes?" He blinks and says surprisingly, "i'd like some tea, please."

Smiling fondly at the memory, Yoongi focuses at the task at hand. He arranges the flowers in the vase, hoping you'd like it. Tulips and peonies, you had told him one day, was your favourite arrangement. "they symbolize perfect or deep love," you had said when putting a simple bouquet of tulips on his desk, "a love like ours." Yoongi fixes the position of the peonies and smiles. When he had asked you about the peonies, you simply said, "love," looking at him among the vast ocean of flowers in your shop.

He places the elderflower cake on the table and places a tiny, heart-shaped candle on it. He looks around, giving the place a once over, ready for it to become one of your best memories. Min Yoongi has changed, happily. He loves change because it brought you. He loves how his drab and grey apartment has now changed into a lively one, traces of you all over. He sits, waiting for you and looks around, happy with what he's done with the place. He's happy. After he met you, he's been everything that associates with happiness. He's happy when you understand his bustling mind, giving him his space. He's happy when you both have misunderstandings because he understands your intricate mind more. He's happy he's able to love you like he wants to. He wonders, more often than not, if you're happy. You always dismiss the doubt, always finding various ways to show him that you're happy and content. Because of him. He's grateful for the times you hold him when things don't go right. When everything's awfully wrong. He's grateful for your constant reassuring and back rubs, he likes to admit proudly. He's changed, for good. He smiles and leans back on the chair and hears the front door opening. He gets up and looks at you lovingly, "hey buttercup." You look around and smile, "i like what you've done with the place. something special?" Yoongi smiles, your favourite one, "yeah, something special."

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Yoongs, what is your opinion on yoonmin and sope?

"What do you mean? The fanfictions way or my real life?"

Hey Mochi, I saw your truth or dare game and I want to request something 🙈💓 To Yoongi: "How often do you mastubate per week? And what's your favourite fantasy? ...I'm just curious, you know I'm a dirty little girl~"🤭😈

"Every time I get horny, duh. I had a lot of fun making the << Daechwita >> music video and I enjoyed being treated as a king, so I am thinking of tying up my submissive princess and making her deep throat my fat cock, while I am sitting on the throne. Wanna try?"

*hearing his sassy, almost provokative answer and biting my lip* "W-well... when... When I'd try it and being a good obedient princess for you and satisfy my King good... what could I get as an reward for my work? L-Like... what would you do to me after it?"

"Baby girl, take your King's cock like a good kitten you are, make your King proud of you, first. After I will use you as my personal toy, I will give you a reward, be sure. I am thinking of eating you out on my throne, how does it sound, princess, huh? *licks his lips in a teasing way*"

PRETTY PLEASE???👉🏽👈🏽🥺

Don't let me down, my mochis!😭💕

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𖣐Anon request: "I would love a curroption kink with Yoongi 🥺🥺. I see him like a very wise and mature man, how would he act without someone innocent? Maybe a very shy reader,like that she blush easily and that maybe sex kinda scare her? Because she doesn't know much about and Yoongi loves it and helps her and teach her? Maybe a little bit younger than him but with very less experience in man body and sex because she feel shy. I hope you take my request. Thank you"

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The lights of the city are so beautiful tonight, behind the fresh washed glass of your wall window. It isn't new for you, the sight of the golden lights sparkling into the night. But tonight, it feels like even the stars above are shinning brighter. You stare at your reflection into the glass, checking yourself out for the fourth time today. You think you have never looked prettier than today.

The music floading from behind you makes you smile and turn around. Schubert's symphony fills the whole room of your boyfriend's expensive apartment. You watch him from the window. He is sitting in front of his retro piano, a really expensive piece of art he once bought while you two were on a trip in France.

His eyes are closed as his hands are working, caressing the piano tiles with delicate, but punctual movements. He looks so hot into his white silked shirt, some of the buttons unbuttoned, for you to admire his bright, smooth skin. His head is slightly titled back, pink lips opened just for him to let out sweet hums. You bite your lip and slowly make your way behind him.

You place your hands on his shoulders, letting him know of your presence. He relaxes into your touch, resting his back of head on your stomach, continuing to sing, a small smile appearing on his beautiful face. You are unsure at first, you feel the desire to touch him more, but you are too shy to do it properly. Pushing back your shy side, you trail your fingers down his chest, slowly.

You can feel his breath incrasing when you slide them further, under his unbuttoned shirt, nails slowly grazing his smooth(like butter~) skin. But you stop, suddenly. Yoongi frowns and stops playing the piano, making you gasp.

"N-no! Why did you stop playing the piano?" You ask. He wraps his big hands around your wrists , keeping them in place. He stares up at you, raising his perfectly drawn eyebrow. "Why did you stop touching me?"

You look away, blushing and chewing on your bottom lip. Your boyfriend frowns at that, pulling you to sit on his lap. You gasp as your white dress is raising on your thighs. He places one veiny hand on your bare skin, drawing circles on it with his thumb.

"What's up, princess? You always stop touching me. Don't you want me...?" You hear him whispering into your ear. You quickly shake your head. "Then...? Y/N, my love, we have been dating for two years already..." his voice is calm and warm, but you can still sense a hint of sadness in his tone. "Don't get me wrong, baby...I love you so much and I want to respect you, but...I also want you so bad. But, if you are not alright with this, it's ok, you can tell me."

His brown stare is worried. You sigh, you were afraid this will happen. Looking down and playing with your fingers, you start explaining yourself. "It's not that I don't want you, my love... It's just...argh! I am so shy for this!" Then you look back at him, when his hand squeezes yours softly. His encouraging smile makes you continue. "I have no idea how to please you. I have no idea how am I supposed to give you pleasure you, I mean...I have watched some videos in my life, but when it comes to practice it, I am sure I won't be able to do it."

Yoongi's smile breaks into a smirk. "What kind of videos, baby?" His grip on your thigh tightenes, making you gasp. "Y-you know what kind." He raises your chin up, making you stare at him. "I want you to say it, tell your master what you watched, little baby." The petname makes you whimper and squirm into his lap.

"I-I watched porn videos." You whisper. A growl comes from the back of his throat. "You watched girls sucking off their boyfriends? Giving them handjobs? Or men eating their wet pussies out?" Your face goes a new shade of red every time he says something. You nod. "A-All of them".

You gasp as he grabs your hand and presses it on his semi-hard member. "Feel it, Y/N. Feel what you have done to me, without even trying, my precious..." he mumbles agains your neck, moving your hair away of his way, with his free hand. You meowl as his lips start exploring your neck, giving his cock a squeeze, when he sucks a mark on your skin.

"F-Fuck! That's it, my love. Now...take it out." He instructs you, kissing down your neck, reaching your collarbones. You bite your lip and unbutton his jeans. You hesitate, which makes Yoongi growl agains your chest and bite down on the exposed skin, thanks to the deep v-cut of the dress. You grab his hard member and pull it out, with a trembling hand. "Touch the tip." "How..?" You ask, innocently, while staring at it. He hisses and darkly chuckles. "You're so pure, God, Y/N! I'd ruin you right here."

You blush at his words, slowly rubbing your thumb over his tip, spreading the leaking precum around the velvet skin, as you remembered from a video you watched once. You think of it and slowly move your fist up and down his length. "Now-...y-yes, fuck! Yes, angel!" He watches you as you stare at his cock getting burried into your hand with each move of your wrist. "You like it, right, Y/N?" He asks, squeezing your breasts into his hands, making you meowl. "You like it how I am corrupting you, an innocent deer. You like my cock, right, my love?" You nod. "Use words." He demands. "Yes, master."

He smiles and presses a kiss on your temple, whispering. "Do you want to suck it?" You whimper, trailing your thumb around the tip once more, enjoying his reactions. "B-But I don't know how, master..." you stare down at him, pure.

"Oh, baby..." he kisses your lips softly, once, twice, three times, making you relax.

"Don't worry, master is gonna fuck this innocence out of you. Now drop on your knees, my angel." He says, spreading his legs wide.

A/N: I really hope you liked it! I haven't done this in a while!👉🏾👈🏾 @agustscutie

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Genre: Fluff 💜, Angst ☔️, Crack 💀, Horror 👻

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Silent Lover 💜

Sleepy Cats

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: Min Yoongi × Female Reader

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"What are you doing here?" Yoongi asked eyeing the pillow and blanket on my hands, as I stood in front of his studio door.

"I can't sleep alone." I said.

Yoongi walked up to me and grabbed the pillow from my hands, "You can't sleep in here."

"Didn't you hear what I said?" I pouted, "Yoongi, I'm not going to sleep alone. Now, either you come to the bed with me or I sleep here on the couch while you work."

Yoongi sighed and nodded, "alright!"

I prepared my bed on his studio couch and lied down. Yoongi, putting on his headphones, went back to his work.

"How heartless!" I thought.

After what seemed like a tormenting hour of tossing and turning, I walked up and stood behind him long enough for him to notice me.

He pulled back his headphones, "What now?"

"Come lie with me till I sleep." I demanded.

"Please go back to the bed. I told you, didn't I? You can't sleep in here." He ignored me again and turned back to his screen.

I grabbed the Shooky plushie from his table and went back to the couch. Yoongi glanced back at me. I held Shooky tightly on my arms and closed my eyes shut forcefully.

"Make some space for me, please." I looked up and saw Yoongi standing beside me.

We were squeezed in the little space of the couch. I rested my head on his chest while he slowly caressed my hair. Hearing his heartbeat was really soothing.

"Don't stress yourself too much." Yoongi whispered in my ears.

I let out a chuckle, "Look, who's giving me advise about relaxing!"

Yoongi smiled and pulled me into a tighter embrace, "Now close your eyes and go to sleep."

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Sweet Morning

Fandom: BTS Pairing: Min Yoongi x Female Reader

It seemed like I had one of the worst weeks possible. With loads of work on hand, I barely spend any time with Yoongi for the past few days. Being a workaholic, he didn’t have time for me either.

I was having disturbed sleeps. I would keep waking up every now and then hearing the slightest noise. And again, work for the whole day at a stretch without much scope for a nap.

Today, it was different. I was finally able to had a nice long sleep at night. The one that make you feel refreshed and I dare say, happy afterwards. But the most beautiful part of my morning was waking up. Opening my eyes, the first thing I saw was Yoongi’s smile.

“Slept well?” he asked while gently resting his hand on my head.

I nodded sleepily, an automatic smile coming to my face as his hand ran down to my cheek.

“I was watching you for a while. You were sleeping like a baby.”

“Yeah,” I said, “It was a good one after quite some time.”

“Now, get up quickly. I made breakfast.”

Leaving a soft kiss on my forehead, Yoongi went straight to the kitchen.

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Disguise

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Female Reader

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I buttoned up my shirt slowly. I could see Yoongi putting on his clothes through the corner of my eyes while I picked up my pants from the floor. As I struggled to get into them, Yoongi waited patiently, not saying anything to break the awkward silence.

There was nothing left to be said. I was already someone else's. I knew it and so did he. Whatever happened tonight was all a stupid mistake. That's all.

But my heart said otherwise. It had recognized it's true owner and wanted to belong to him without terms and conditions. But being with Yoongi meant terms and conditions. A loads of it. And I wasn't ready to accept them yet.

Hence, this stupid mistake was the only way to quench the thirst of our burning souls.

I hurriedly picked up my bag from the table of the hotel room and took out my phone to call an uber to drive me back to my apartment. As one of my hands reached the doorknob, Yoongi grabbed me by the wrist of the other one.

I turned back slowly without lifting my gaze towards his face. He placed another hand on my waist and pulled me closer. I rested my head on his chest. Yoongi gently caressed my back while a tear rolled down my cheek.

Yoongi left a soft kiss on my forehead before heading back towards the bathroom. My heart felt heavy with the feeling of love and guilt.

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Hey! Can you do crisis talk with yoongi? Like, their conversation getting less and less and yoongi realized it and change. I hope you can understand, love you! Fluff angsty?

Disclaimers: The above gif was made and edited by me, kutemouse. That is why I’ve posted this under the tag #btsgif. Feel free to use this gif however you want, just please give me credit for the edit. The gif and the title of this drabble are from the mv and song, “I Need U” by BTS.

Hi kutie! I understood perfectly (I hope), thank you for your request! I love the way you put it as a “crisis talk!” 😂 Believe me, any hard conversation with Yoongi would definitely be a crisis in my book. I love writing angst for Yoongi as well, it just comes so naturally with him as I imagine him to be a brooding, hard-working somewhat-introvert who only lets loose around people he really knows and loves. Anyway, hope you like! 💜

Age Recommendation: 16+

Warnings: Angsty angst, swears, Yuqi from (G)I-DLE magically appears, Yoongi being an asshole, crying, some yelling.

Word Count: 1,550

“Because of you, I’m becoming ruined.

I don’t wanna stop, I don’t want you anymore.

I can’t do this, this sucks.

…

I’m sorry (I hate you)

I love you (I hate you)

Forgive me.”

~ “I Need U” by BTS

Translation I used can be found here.

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I Need U Girl (Yoongi Drabble~Angst, Fluff)

Yoongi stood as still as a statue, hands shoved in his pockets. If he even breathed, he was afraid you’d hear him, whip open the door, and scold him for even daring to be there. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, but he understood why it was what it was. He pushed you away, after all. It all started that fateful night when he was trying to work and you were being your usual goofy self.

“Yoongi, oh my god, look at this meme,” you giggled, placing your phone in front of his face.

Yoongi paused what he was doing for a few seconds to read it, then gave out a half-hearted laugh. “Wow, that’s… that’s funny.”

A couple minutes later, you were watching a Youtube video and you laughed out loud, the sound reverberating off the walls into his head. That was when the frustration started to well up. You knew he was working, couldn’t you be quieter?

It was when you started humming as you scrolled through your phone that he completely lost it. “Y/n!” he barked, causing you to jump. “Can you please stop?”

“Sorry,” you muttered.

But that wasn’t enough to quell the destructive flame of Yoongi’s rage. He had a bad day today. BigHit’s producers rejected his latest submission for a new album track, telling him it was too raw, too rough, and he needed to majorly clean it up before submitting it again.

And if that wasn’t enough, practice between the BTS members also went badly. It was like they were totally out of sync. After two full hours of nothing but trying and failing to learn the new choreography, Hobi threw his hands up and said there was no point. They’d just have to come back tomorrow and hope it went better.

On top of all that, Yoongi went to a cafe to pick up a coffee, thinking it would cheer him up, and some asshole bumped into him, causing his drink to spill everywhere. When he came home, you cooed over him and did your best to clean him up and make him feel better, but unfortunately, everything you did had the exact opposite effect. Yoongi felt smothered by your antics, and when he sat down to work, the apartment seemed too small for the both of you.

Long story short, life was shit, everything had gone to shit, everything was shit, and now, Yoongi was sick of your shit. “Y/n, you know I’m trying to work!” he growled.

You held up your hands. “I said I was sorry.”

“That’s not good enough! Look, you need to leave. I need some space, I need to finish this, so please, just… just leave.”

You stared at him, open-mouthed. Was he serious? You and Yoongi had been dating for a year now, and you knew there were going to be some bumps in the road when you moved in together a month ago, but you never expected this.

“Fine,” you said, getting up. “I’ll leave.” You pulled on some pants, grabbed a jacket and purse, and went out the door. Yoongi huffed and tried to get back to work, but his attention was all over the place now. After another unsuccessful hour, he gave up and started to get ready for bed.

You still hadn’t come home when he crawled under the covers, so he shot you a text.

Yoongles ❤️ (11:34pm): Hey, I’m sorry. You can come home now.

You didn’t respond, and Yoongi ended up falling asleep. The next morning, he found you asleep on the couch, still fully clothed, your body curled up around yourself the way you used to curl up against him.

Ever since that night, you slowly began to pull away from Yoongi, but the sad part was, he didn’t even realize it ‘til yesterday. He knew you were more distant than usual, but he shrugged it off as a side-effect of the fight, thinking you’d get over it. He hadn’t noticed how your laughter didn’t come as often, or how your hugs and kisses were getting more and more brief. He didn’t heed the warning signs, like how you didn’t make love anymore, or how you seemed to be spending more time with friends than with him.

Yesterday, though, he looked around and realized he hadn’t seen you in almost a week. You had texted him each night, letting him know you were sleeping over at your best friend’s house, so he knew where you were, but that didn’t comfort him any. In fact, it served to drive home just how much he fucking missed you. Missed your scent, missed your laugh, missed the way you included him in everything you did. He even missed the way your hair stuck up in every direction in the morning and how husky your voice sounded when you just woke up. He missed the way you’d stand there in nothing but one of his t-shirts, cooking breakfast as he tried not to stare. He missed everything about you, and he wanted it back no matter how badly he screwed up.

Which left him here, standing at the front door of your best friend’s house, wondering how in the hell he could make this right. Yoongi gathered his courage, raised his fist, and knocked.

He heard shrieks of laughter, one of which was unmistakable yours, when Yuqi threw open the door. “Food is–”

She stopped short when she saw Yoongi standing there instead of a delivery person. Yuqi put her hands on her hips, tossing him a ferocious glare. Uh-oh. If Yuqi was mad, it meant you had told her your boyfriend was being a jackass. “Is Y/n here?” Yoongi said, trying not to let her death-glare bother him.

“She is.”

“Can I see her?”

“That depends.”

“Yuqi,” your voice said, appearing from behind her. “I’ve got this.”

“Fine. I’ll just be down the street picking up a coffee.”

She grabbed her purse and left, pushing past Yoongi roughly. He gave her back an incredulous look before turning to you. “Hi,” he said timidly.

“Hi.”

“Can I come in?”

You nodded and stepped back to let him in. Yoongi twisted his hands around each other, trying to think of how to begin as you both settled onto Yuqi’s couch. “How have you been?” he asked.

“Fine.”

If Yoongi had asked that question at any other time, you would’ve answered with a full paragraph, gesturing and all. The way you only gave him that single syllable let him know you were hurt, and he hung his head as he realized he was the reason for that hurt.

“Are you gonna come back home today?” he mumbled.

You crossed your arms. “That depends.”

“On what?”

“On if you want me back home.”

“Of course I want you back home.”

“Do you? Did you even notice I was gone?”

“Of course I fucking noticed!”

You winced and Yoongi instantly regretted his sharp tone. “Sweetheart, please. I know I’ve been a total ass, and there’s no excuse in the world I can give for that. Despite what’s going on at work or in other areas of my life, I should always treat you with kindness and respect.”

You let out a choked sob, and Yoongi looked up to see your eyes filled with tears. “I did it for you, you know,” you croaked. “I thought you didn’t want me anymore, so I decided to put some distance in between us. I thought maybe if I did that, the break-up would be less painful.”

Yoongi’s eyes went wide as he realized just how extensive the damage he’d done was. He was afraid you’d push him away, but at this point, he didn’t care. He came and sat next to you, wrapping you in his arms which, of course, only made you cry harder. “Shhhh,” he murmured soothingly, rubbing circles on your back. “Sweetheart, please. Don’t cry. I don’t want to break up with you. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you sniffled.

You drew apart and Yoongi smiled as he looked into your beautiful, watery eyes. “I’m sorry for being such a jerk.”

You coughed out a laugh. “It’s okay. I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions.”

“Let’s get your stuff and get you home, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You spent the next few minutes texting Yuqi, letting her know you worked things out and were heading back home, and gathering your things. As you were looking for a shirt you misplaced, Yoongi suddenly grabbed you and spun you around, causing you to shriek.

He pressed his lips to yours, claiming your mouth in a way only he could. “I couldn’t wait another second,” he murmured as he drew back.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I never want you to wait to kiss me again.”

“I never will.”

He kissed you again, fervently, passionately, and you groaned as he brushed his tongue along your bottom lip. “Maybe when we get home, I can continue making this up to you,” Yoongi said breathlessly, cocking an eyebrow.

You smirked. “Maybe.”

Shortly after that, you both left, fingers intertwined the same way your souls were intertwined. Every day after that, Yoongi never failed to let you know how much he loved you and wanted you in his life.

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Birthday…

Leaning over the worktop you smile as you watch your best friend who is surrounded by some of his closest friends, open the gifts they have bought him for his birthday. He smiles awkwardly as he opens them, he’s not one for the fuss of celebrating birthdays unless it’s someone else’s.

His smile though… you lose all train of thought when you see it and those lips… those fucking lips!

You watch on smiling as he continues to squirm, he looks over to you every now and again for reassurance/plead for help.

You laugh at his awkwardness but your heart is fit to burst at his gaze, you’re convinced this crush you have for him will eventually be the death of you.

You haven’t had chance to give him your gifts yet, he has enough to keep him busy and you’d rather wait until everyone leaves but the more you watch on, the more insecure you get about the gifts you’ve bought. After all his friends all have thousands if not millions in the bank and you have… well let’s not go there.

You slowly put your hand over your gift bag and slide it to the back of the worktop behind his toaster, hoping no one notices. You look up and catch him watching you, you smile while resting over the counter trying to act cool as he looks at you with a wrinkled brow and confused expression covering his face.

It’s getting late and after a few rounds of drinks people start to leave till it’s just you and Yoongi, like a thousand times before, but why does this time feel a little more awkward?

You’re finishing up the last of the dishes when he rests his arm along your shoulder, pulling you to him.

“Thank you for helping but you don’t need to do that YN, come have a drink with me?”

“It’s ok, there’s just a couple left to do” you smile

“I’ll fix us a drink then… eh? what’s this you’ve been hiding? Ooooh Is it for me?” He asks excitedly “Let me see”

“Aaaaagh no! Not yet… erm I ahh… I still have one more I need to wrap” you panic and grab the bag.

“That’s ok let me see”

“No, I need to give you them all together”

“You’re being weird, let me see them” He makes a grab for them.

“Nope!” You say laughing nervously as you quickly switch hands.

“Yah! Give!” He yells, laughing.

You quickly move to the other side of the bench. Looking around you turn to make a run for it, you have no idea where to but you can’t help but laugh at the thought of teasing him more.

“Yah! Where are you running to?!” He laughs as he chases after you.

You run along the hallway not sure which door to hide behind but he’s right behind you.

“Shhhhhiiit!” You laugh, quickly turning to hide the gift bag behind your back and lean against a bedroom door.

He catches up to you holding his hands out to stop himself from crashing onto you. His hands slap the door either side of your shoulders… there’s barely any space between the two of you. He grabs your waist tickling you in the process. “No, no… no tickling please stop!”

He moves his hands to your shoulders, you can feel his breath on your cheek.

“Can I have my gifts… please?” He whispers

Fuuuuck… did his voice just get deeper?

“No” you say as you look to the floor unable to match his gaze..

“Why though, they are for me aren’t they?”

“Yes but it’s just a little something… it’s nothing much”

“Good, so let me have them then?”

“But I…”

“Seriously?… Why?… What’s wrong?” He asks sounding a little annoyed

“It’s just that… well my gifts aren’t as lavish as everyone else’s” you blush.

“Are you joking me? I look forward to yours the most… please let me see?” he leans in closer, tilting his head trying to look in your eyes.

“Yoongi… please…”

“Well if I can’t have them… can… you be my gift?” He whispers, leaning in closer to you with his eyes locked on your lips.

“What?” You can feel your face flush.

“You heard me…”

He pecks your lips softly, then again gently sucking on your bottom lip while his hands pull you in closer to him. You run your fingers through his hair, moving your hands to the side of his cheeks, you push his head from you so you can try to read his face.

“Don’t tease me Yoongi… don’t kiss me unless you mean it”

He doesn’t hesitate and pulls you in to him, you kiss each other desperately he slowly pushes you up against the door. Your hands now all over each other.

“I’ve wanted to do this to you for so long Y/N” he whispers before kissing you sloppily.

“Happy Birthday” you whisper in his ear, then lightly kiss down his neck.

He moves a hand from your waist, reaching round you he twists the handle of the door pushing it open. Without breaking from the kiss he starts to back you into the bedroom. There’s a thud as the gift bag hits the floor. You both stare at it, then look back at each other smiling.

“I forgot about your presents… you can open them if you’d like?” you smile.

“It’s ok, I want to open this one first”

He looks down as he pulls at the buttons on your jeans, untucking your t shirt from them while he softly kisses your cheek then your lips.

“Here let me help you unwrap it” you say taking him by the hand, pulling him over to his bed. He lets out a moan and bites his knuckles as he watches you unbutton your jeans, letting them slide to the floor.

“Aghh Y/N… I think I might like my birthdays again” he smirks.

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Track List…

Leaning over the counter you gaze adoringly at your boyfriend, watching as he cooks up another no doubt delicious meal.

“Taste this please…”

Yoongi holds out a spoon to your lips

“Tell me what you think?”

“Yes Chef!” You take a taste “Ooh… That That I Like It” you smirk

He rolls his eyes and continues cooking.

“Should I make some rice to go with it?” He asks

“No, not today!” You grin

He tips his head back and let’s out a groan.

You slide round the work top moving closer to him.

He’s playing it cool giving you the side eye but you spot the corner of his mouth raise ever so slightly. Which only encourages you to aggravate him more.

You start bopping your head and shaking your hips, moving closer towards him as you bump your hips against his.

“Stop iiiit!” He laughs.

“Hey! I don’t need Permission to Dance!”

“Aaaaaaggh!… please Y/N!” Still laughing.

Standing behind him you wrap your arms around his waist, kissing his shoulders.

He lifts his arm up and over getting you in a gentle head lock and pulling you up to him as he plants a kiss firmly on your lips.

“Now do you regret teasing me because I couldn’t remember a couple of your hundred song titles?” You ask.

“No, no I don’t… not if it means you’ll grind your hips up against me just to tease me. Can I make one request though… please can we do it again but with our clothes off?”

Your mouth wide open, you gasp…

“Aaaaah” he says “Finally! no more witty comebacks eh, are you struggling to find an answer?” He teases.

“No…” you say as you scoot yourself up on the counter, legs wide open. “You guys just never wrote a song titled… Please stop talking and fuck me over this kitchen counter now”

He flicks the hobs off, flings the utensils in the sink as he moves over to you and positions himself between your legs. Grabbing your hips pulling you to him, he kisses you hard and whispers in your ear “You’re My Universe”.

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Seven T’s…

“Aaaaaah my lover hath returned!” You declare loudly as you dramatically bow while opening the door to greet him…

You look up wondering why he’s so silent…

That’s because it’s the mailman with a stash of mail and not your boyfriend!

Red faced you laugh awkwardly “I’m so sorry, I thought you were…”

“Your lover?…” he laughs “I should be so lucky!”

“What’s going on here?” a deep voice interrupts.

“This must be him” laughs the mailman. “Can you sign for this one please? Ok, see you guys tomorrow… nice t-shirt by the way!”

“Erm should I be worried?” He asks grabbing your waist and pushing you through the door with him.

“About what?”

“You and the mailman? I hope you’re wearing something under that t shirt?”

“I have shorts on Grandpa!” You roll your eyes.

“Wait… what does it say on your t shirt?”

He turns you round and stretches your shirt out to see “Yoongi Marry Me!” in all its pink bedazzled glory!

“Ha ha! Yah!… what!?… wait is this your way of asking me?”

“No” you laugh “But… what would your answer be if I was?” you ask coyly

“Should I put my answer on a t shirt?” He leans in closer to you… stroking your hair behind your ear he whispers “I think you know exactly what my answer would be”.

He slowly kisses down your neck, then softly kisses your lips.

“It would be No!” he quickly grabs his bags and keys from the worktop and runs away down the hallway laughing.

“You fucker!” You laugh. “Fine!… Well next time I’m answering the door naked to the mail man!… Maybe he’ll love me!” You yell.

You hear footsteps thundering back down the hallway, with barely anytime to register he’s behind you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to him. His mouth pressed hard against your ear “I never said I didn’t love you…” he growls.

He flips you round to face him “Don’t make eye contact with that mail man ever again” he kisses you hard “You’re mine!”

“I’ll have you know, no one owns me!… I am a strong independ…. Oh fuck me…”. He’s interrupting you by gently sucking on your ear lobe, kissing down your neck then moving on to your lips…

“Mine” he whispers before kissing you passionately.

Then he leaves you and saunters back down the hallway yelling “MINE!”

“Holy shit… that man!“ you sigh. He has you frazzled. You can’t remember what it was you were doing before the knock at the door? You take a deep breath, pull yourself together and get back to preparing dinner. Your lips still tingling from his touch.

A little while later you shout “Dinners ready Yoongs!”

“Oooh looks good! Thank you for the food my love. Wait has it changed colour?”

“Eh?”

“The t-shirt?… it was pink before and now it’s blue!”

“Oh… no I’d slopped food on it so just changed it.”

“Jesus how many of them do you have?”

“One for every day of the week and in different colours!”

“Yah!” He yells

“Hush! Just let me be! They’re my comfort t-shirts. Shut up and eat your food.” You say eating your noodles.

He suddenly leans over to you, you offer your noodle laden chop sticks to him but he shakes his head no, then softly swipes his thumb across the corner of your mouth to remove some sauce and settles back down sucking his thumb clean.

You catch yourself gazing adoringly at him, wondering how did you get so lucky?

He catches your gaze…

“Wait, don’t move…” he says softly

“What?! Why? Have I got more food on my face?” You pat at your cheeks.

“No”

“Then what is it?”

“Just let me look at you”

You blush “Oh stop Yoongi!”

“How did I get so lucky?” he asks

“Shut up!… I was literally just thinking the same thing about you!” He leans over and kisses you hard, you drop your chop sticks in the bowl moving them to one side as he pulls you over on to his lap.

“I love you you know?…”

“I know” you say in between kisses.

“Please don’t flirt with the mailman anymore though” he mumbles laughing into your boobs.

“Shut up!” you laugh! “He’s about 70 years old!… although he does look good in uniform” you wink.

“Yah!” He grabs your waist, tickling and pulling you into him “Mine remember?” he whispers.

“All yours my love… all yours” you assure him.

“Let’s clean up and watch some TV”

“Sounds good” you agree.

It’s not long before you both dose off on the sofa, wrapped in each other instead of watching TV.

-

Weeks have passed and you have successfully resisted flirting with the mailman and you’re home after a busy and late day at work, fortunately it’s Yoongi’s turn to cook and you’re famished.

You start to enter the pin on the keypad but the door is quickly pulled open and Yoongi greets you, abruptly taking your coat and bag from you.

“Hi… is everything ok?” you ask.

“Yes fine, you’ve had a long day and your dinner is ready” he rushes you in.

“Good I’m starving!”

He walks behind you, his hands either side of your waist guiding you to the direction of the living room.

You turn to face him “What’s going on?”

He gently pushes you through the door. Your eyes scan the room and the floor, it’s covered with red and black rose petals scattered amongst giant lit candles.

You turn to him “I don’t understand?” You look down he’s on one knee, holding a ring in his hand outstretched to you. He puffs out his chest so you can see that he’s wearing a t-shirt bedazzled with “Y/N Marry Me?” across his chest.

You burst into tears “Is this really real?” You sob “Is it? Oh please let it be real?” You cry.

“It’s real my love” he wipes a tear from his cheek. “Will you be mine… for forever?”

You fall to your knees, grabbing his face you kiss him desperately “Oh Yoongi… you’ve made me so happy!” You cry.

“I love you Y/N” he cries scattering kisses all over your face. He slides the ring on your finger fitting perfectly.

“It’s beautiful Yoongi” you start to cry again. You stroke his chest with the “Y/N marry me?” across it “I love it!” You laugh.

“Here… these are for you…” he hands you a black box with a giant black ribbon. “They’re for when you’re officially my wife” he smiles.

There’s seven t-shirts all in different colours with the words “Yoongi Married Me!” across the chest.

“I can’t wait to wear them” you smile.

Mature content

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Min Yoongi x Reader

Hard…

“Baby?…Babe?” you hear that gorgeous deep voice call out to you.

“Come to bed?… please?” He holds out his hand to you.

“I just want to catch the end of this. Go back to bed I won’t be long”

He never has to ask you twice on any other occasion but when you’ve waited all week for the next episode of your favourite drama and need to wind down from work… this is your spot and you’re not budging for anyone. Not even your handsome, sleepy, husky voiced, bed haired love.

“Come to bed” he pouts “Can’t you watch it tomorrow?”

“I won’t have time tomorrow, just go to bed I won’t be long baby, I promise.”

“No…” he huffs. He stumbles through the hallway clambering over the sofa, he flops down by your side. He lifts your arm and tucks himself under you while wrapping his arm and leg over you…

“I can’t sleep, I keep waking up to cuddle into you but you’re not there” he mumbles into your boob and squeezing you tighter.

“Ok, Ok… shhhh” you cuddle him into you, gently stroking your fingers through his hair which usually helps him relax. You make the mistake of watching him dose back off, you take in a deep breath at the beauty of him.

“God you’re too cute you know… it would be so funny if people saw this side of you…”

“What do you mean?” He mumbles.

“That hard exterior people think you have but you’re just my soft, clingy boy” you gently squeeze him into you again.

“Yah!” He jumps up, yanks you by your hips and pulls you down so you’re now flat on the sofa underneath him and he straddles over you.

“I’m Soft… “ he kisses you hard.

“I’m Clingy!” He moans as he nibbles down your neck.

“Boy!?” He kisses you again, while his hand slowly wanders from your boob, to your hips then he grabs a firm hold of your arse and presses himself closer to you.

“I’ll have you know I’m hard…” he grinds himself slowly against you. You let out a little moan.

“Tough” he kisses you passionately “and a man” he grins.

“Baby I know… I can feel it” you smile as you lean in and kiss his neck, while grabbing a firm hold of his arse with both hands.

“Wait… what are you watching?” a sound from the TV catches his attention.

“Erm… All of us are dead… why?”

He quickly jumps up from the sofa “Yeah… nope!. I’ll let you catch up and come to bed when you’re ready! Goodnight, I love you…” he pecks at your lips then rushes down the hallway back to bed.

“What the fuck!” You laugh. “Wait! Where’s my hard, tough man gone?!”

“To bed! and you should follow him!” He yells.

You can’t help but smile to yourself at the fact you have to watch horror films on your own because your boyfriend point blank refuses to!

You finish the last 15 minutes and tip toe into your room, it’s pitch black. “Yoongs… are you awake?” you whisper.

“Babe… I can’t see a thing… Ooff!” You stumble near the bed. Total silence.

“Baby?… are you taking the piss?”

You lean down to turn your bedside light on.

Just then there’s an almighty bang and the door flings open from the en suite and Yoongi’s rushing towards you.

“FuckShit!… you fucking dick!” You scream as he grabs hold of you and flings you on the bed. “My heart is pounding you fucking dick!” You cry out.

“Let me feel?” He laughs.

“That’s not my heart!” He has his hand clamped on to your boob, smiling at you before kissing you softly on either cheek then pecking at your pouting lips.

“You scared the crap out of me…”

“I’m sorry my love”

“You’re awfully cocky, scaring me like that for someone who wont even watch a Zombie Tv show… my hard, tough man” you smile.

“Mhuh” he mumbles as he leans in and kisses you hard and slow, he grips either side of your pj bottoms and pulls them off, tossing them to one side.

He gently grinds himself against you and whispers “Let me show you how hard I am”.

“Oh fuck…” you moan.