Invisible String - MYG smau
summary: Sometimes the hardest thing in life is letting yourself be seen.
pairing(s): yoongi x f!reader, jimin x namjoon, brief yoongi x f!reader x hwasa, side-pairing of MiniMoni
genre: SMAU, smut, angst, fluff, romance, comedy, college au, social outcasts, s2f2l.
rating: Explicit 🔞
warnings: Talk of a sexual nature, scenes that are sexually explicit, drug (marijuana) and alcohol use. Themes of racism/ignorance (nothing violent or damaging), coercion, drugging and rape (all of which are only talked about, not depicted, and none is performed by or involves any of the guys). It’s also strongly suggested in chapter 4 that the reader is not “passably” Asian by a white man’s standards. I try not to force readers into one race/religion/etc. to be more inclusive. However, I could not escape this one for plot purposes. The main character is also bisexual, which leads to a threesome at one point. I’m trying new things with this smau, so I know it won’t be for everyone, but it’s one I’ve been itching to write for a while. Ahem, and because my beta reader/bestie, @yoongiofmine, had such a strong reaction, I feel the need to warn everyone…Yoongi is cocky in this one 😇
❗️photos used in this story are not mine❗️
status: completed ✅
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Teaser
Key:
📝 = written chapter
📝📱 = partially written chapter with texts
Social Profiles
Besties
Jocks
Bleacher Warmers
Chapters
1. Caught 📝📱
2. In Love~
3. He’s hot 🥵
4. Little Secret 📝📱
5. Distracted
6. Hoop There it Is 📝
7. Uncharted Territory 📝📱
8. Confessions
9. Ghost Stories 📝📱
10. Be My Guest 📝
11. Reasons
12. That Kind of Show 📝
13. Never Trust a Man
14. Panic Button 📝
15. Not My Girl
16. Aversion 📝📱
17. PSA
18. Run 📝📱
19. Follow Him
20. Black Truck
21. Home 📝
22. Hands
23. Importance of Basketball 📝
24. Rally
25. High For This 📝
26. High School Science Paper
27. Aliens
28. The Truth 📝📱
29. 1+1 = 4 📝
The end.
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Invisible String, 1: Caught
summary: Sometimes the hardest thing in life is letting yourself be seen.
pairing: yoongi x f!reader
rating: explicit 🔞
genre: social media au, angst, fluff, romance, american university au
chapter word count: 1.6k + texting conversations
chapter warnings: Swearing. That’s it, fam 🤷🏻♀️
author’s note: Just a general note for the story as a whole... @yoongiofmine actually helped plan the majority of this story. I don’t think it’s a secret I’ve been in a bit of a slump lately, but she’s been so great about helping me through that! Whether I needed to talk something out or felt drained of ideas, she was there to talk me through it! And she’s been such a huge advocate for mint!yoongi that I couldn’t not write this story. So, I just want to say that this story would not exist without Ella and her beautiful brain! If you enjoy it, please go give her a follow and check out her work! She’s incredibly talented! Thank you endlessly, bestie!!! <3 x
permanent tag list (open): @/yoongiofmine @xianav @lilacdreams-00 @emmmui @vantxx95 @cursedblood707 @hqtetsurou @geauxlsu79 @lyra0cassiopeia @halesandy @lunaoceanchild @annoyingtimemachinee @babycoffeefire @darlinggod-sweetvillain @yu-justme @rageyoudamnednerd @bubblytaetae @aurel1ia @valhallawhispers @somelazysundays @cuteipat @dahliasbouqet @funkylittlebisexuall @wrmnssoul @saweetspoiled @infatuatedghost
series taglist (open): @feral-daisy @pamzn @jeonsy98
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The first day of class always sucks, no matter how you spin it. Getting up early in the morning to drag yourself in for an 8am class when you’d just spent the summer lazing about and “preparing” yourself for college? It’s not great. That’s not to mention getting used to new teachers or professors and worrying whether you’re actually ready for classes to start – especially once you realize you’d spent a bit too much time lazing and not nearly enough time preparing.
The one good thing you can acknowledge about the first few days of class, though, is that most of it is just reviewing the syllabus and going over the materials you’ll need for the course. You can live with that.
What throws you for a loop, though, is the fact that in almost every single one of your classes your freshman year of college, you sit across from the same person.
The same person you recognize from high school. The very same person you used to have a crush on in high school.
The one who disappeared one day and was never seen again.
Okay, so maybe that last part is a little dramatic, but that’s what it had felt like at the time! One day, he’d been in your Sex Ed class in Junior year and the next, he just…wasn’t.
Yoongi Min, or rather Min Yungi, was a complete enigma.
A question mark in your mind, a forever “what if”.
He’s also one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen in your life. Even all these years later. He’s still got all of the same habits you remember too. The tendency to bite at his lip, the unconscious and lazy way he rolls his tongue around in his mouth, the way he blinks quickly when something momentarily confuses or surprises him.
He hasn’t changed much at all, except for the color of his hair and the healthy weight he’s gained that rounds out his cheeks.
This is your fourth class of the day with him and he stares straight ahead at the big roundtable before him, just like he has for the past forty-five minutes. Just like he did when he was in high school, always spacing out, but somehow always answering when the teacher called on him.
The two of you are sitting in “Intro to College Writing: How to Argue” now. A class that’s exactly what it sounds like…and nothing like it sounds. You know a few of the students are only taking the class to fill credit requirements, meanwhile others took the class thinking it would be a screaming match.
Even though the syllabus clearly stated that’s exactly what it’s not.
Still, a few of your more temperamental classmates looked disappointed at the reminder today and the professor is quick to mention the add/drop period will be ending soon.
You can already tell a great majority of people will drop out of this class, especially when the professor jumps into the course material on the very first day.
Yoongi doesn’t seem to be one of them, keeping his head down, but always listening. Nodding along and glancing at the teacher whenever he explains something.
You, on the other hand…you’re barely paying attention.
You find Yoongi just as captivating as you did when you were sixteen. You can’t even explain what it is about him that draws you in. Your eyes just tend to drift his way even when you’re supposed to be reading. To your own credit, you do listen during class. You take great notes, sometimes even writing word-for-word what the professor says so you can look back on it later. But Yoongi…well, to put it frankly, he’s stunning. With mint-dyed hair, his signature black attire, and piercings in his ears, he’s exactly your type.
A type you hadn’t even known you’d had until you’d had class with him in high school. The piercings are new, you note, as is the little tattoo he has on the side of his neck. You squint, but you can’t quite make it out, and you find your curiosity piqued.
“Ad hominem is when someone resorts to attacking a person instead of their position in an argument–” the professor drones.
Your staring is only ever interrupted by your note taking and those rare occasions when Yoongi’s eyes flick up to meet yours across the table.
You barely resist a squeak when they do that now, gaze quickly averting to your spiral notebook as you pointlessly note the material your teacher is introducing. It’s all things he'll go over again next class, which is probably why Yoongi doesn’t seem all that invested either, but it’s also material you’ll be tested on in a week.
Yeah, it’s that kind of professor.
When you get the courage to look up again, an urge you can’t ignore, it’s to find Yoongi’s lifted eyebrow and tilted smirk. It makes your body flush cold with embarrassment, then suddenly flash hot as the blood rushes to your cheeks.
You huff and glance away, shoving the end of your pen into your mouth to chew on it nervously.
Fuck, you hadn’t meant to stare. You never mean to. Sometimes you really do just find something nice to look at and zone out. More often than not today, with him being in so many of your classes, that something nice just so happens to be his face.
You feel your phone vibrate against your thigh and take a surreptitious glance toward the professor to make sure he didn’t hear. Seeing that he’s too busy writing out the ten logical fallacies on the whiteboard, you pull out your phone to check your messages.
Panic jolts through your veins and you quickly glance around.
Your head jerks up to look at Yoongi, but when you do his attention is on the board, pen dangling precariously from his fingertips as he lounges back in his chair. It infuriates you how much it reminds you of his teenage self, so laidback and carefree. So…well, effortlessly hot.
By the way his tongue is poking into his cheek in an unsuccessful attempt to hide his smirk, you know he’s watching you.
Hands shaking, you glance again at your teacher before cradling your phone in your lap to text back.
You are. Even now, with your phone resting between your palms, your attention is on him – as he pulls the phone out of his black pants, as he types in his password with the thumb of his right hand, as he covers a poorly concealed snort with a cough, as he looks up and meets your eyes with a particularly pointed smirk.
Your eyes widen at his question, heart beating particularly loud in your chest, and you quickly shove your phone away, turning back to the front of the room to feign paying attention.
You’re not even quite sure how he got your Instagram account. Has he been following you all these years? You don’t have that many followers...how did that even escape your attention? Or are you really so easy to find that he’d found you just now to send you that message?
Yoongi’s quiet chuckle is likely heard by the whole class, but goes unacknowledged, much like your mental breakdown does.
You’re not surprised that no one pays the two of you any mind, not really. You don’t know anyone and, although girls always vied for his attention in high school, Yoongi never really went with the crowd either. The two of you skated under the radar more often than not, unless a particularly juicy rumor circulated, like the rumors about you and your (incredibly gay) best friend Anaya.
Aside from that, no one acknowledged you. No one talked to you. No one sees you.
At least, that’s what you thought.
Your eyes drift back to Yoongi, as unsurprisingly as the sun shining through the window behind his head, and this time you’re surprised to find him staring at you.
A silent challenge settles in the air between you, his eyebrow inching even higher as if to ask, “Really, again?”
As it turns out, maybe you’re not so invisible after all.
Well, shit.
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