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l'amour de ma vie — myg

L'AMOUR DE MA VIE | Love of my Life | Requested by anon.

Plot: Insecurities pile up in Yoongi's marriage after months of distance and neglect. Pairing: Pianist!Yoongi x Ballet Teacher!OC (Name: Kiku) Genre: Music & Ballet | Marriage on the Rocks Type: One-shot Rating: 18+ Word Count: 4.6k+ Warnings: marital insecurities, unintentional neglect, jealousy, mentions of divorce, mild mentions of injury from ballet, explicit sexual content (rough sex, unprotected sex, squirting). Author’s Note: new one-shot, friends! i really hope you enjoy this one, I loved writing it! be sure to let me know what you think!

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Yoongi was a serious man. Kiku knew this well in the years she knew him. Their marriage didn’t flourish like fresh romances with many kisses and open affection but quiet trust helped their relationship stand strong.

When the doors closed, Yoongi often made up for his silence with soft kisses on her skin, calloused finger pads running down her neck and sneaking in between her core until she soaked the sheets.

However, things changed as the concerts began to pile up. When they were touring together as equal performers, Yoongi was active in ensuring that she heard compliments whispered in her ear. That he stared her way when she was on stage and she would sneak a look back whenever able.

Now Kiku wasn’t an equal performer and Yoongi’s attention on her was. . .low. Though Kiku understood why. It was concert season. Of course. That’s the only reason.

Of course, Yoongi was active and his face brightened like stars when he performed but lost the light in his eyes when he looked at her. It was exhaustion. It must’ve been. He would tell her if something was wrong.

Tonight was the same as the previous nights for. . .how long had it been? Two months, maybe three. Yoongi thrilled the audience with his performance, fingers dancing over the ivory keys like they were an extension of his own digits. Like the music was the air he breathed, exuding out of him. Kiku found it deliciously mesmerizing.

The audience roared with applause as the performance ended.

Yoongi bowed to the crowd, roses thrown his way before he walked backstage. Sweat slick on his forehead, pearling at the jawline. His grin disappeared immediately when he reached here. Kiku felt the weight of the lost smile but she leaned in and kissed his cheek anyway to congratulate him.

Yoongi barely leaned into it and rushed to change his clothes.

It was just exhaustion. Just exhaustion. Nothing more.

***

Today turned for the better. At least Kiku hoped as Yoongi received his first free day away from practices or concerts so he can enjoy the Italian sights for a while. The day was beautiful indeed, sun blazing gold amongst the sandstone buildings and flowers beds at the cafes burst in vibrant colour.

Kiku even wore her favourite silk corset dress with a thin cardigan over top for the spring breeze. Her black waves reached down to the small of her back and her enthusiasm thrumming to excitement. She felt as if she was waiting for a first date.

Yoongi finally entered the living room, wearing a white shirt and trousers.

“Did you want to go out to a café today?” Kiku asked, her voice kept soft and sweet. “It’s a beautiful day.”

Yoongi barely looked her way. “I have a small meeting with the producer. He wants some changes to the later performances,” he said. His tone was rushed and serious. As always. Everytime he began thinking of work, that was his tone.

Kiku knew this and she told herself this the moment her heart started squeezing unbearably. “When will you be back? Maybe we can go later.”

“I’m not sure. You can go by yourself and enjoy,” Yoongi said before rushing out without waiting for a response.

Breathing through the aches in her chest, Kiku did pick herself up and enjoy Italy. It was concert season. It was concert season. Everything will be back to normal once they’re home. It’ll be fine.

***

France was the next destination. This time, Kiku was invited to a ballet studio in Paris to teach some classes and have a studio room of her own to practice if she needed. It kept her distracted. Italy emptied Kiku and even the plane ride to France was Yoongi discussing things with his producer, Minho while she sat alone in her corner.

The dance studio brought her full of life again, the golden vines consuming the marble building like a living organism. The varnished wood floors, silk shoes and flowing dresses that returned Kiku to past days. To. . .happier days, she thought with a pain inside her.

Kiku and Yoongi fell in love during a different France tour years ago. Kiku was a prima ballerina in her early twenties. Lovely and enchanting, they called her. Yoongi played all her songs for her, watching her every move as if catering to her own movements and not the choreography itself. There was an intimacy behind that cohesion, that connection that not even six years of marriage managed to create. Perhaps that was a bad thought to have. To romanticise the first year of love as opposed to the commitment they were in now.

She should be happier now. She was happy. Happy, yes.

Was Yoongi happy? Was he happy that he watched her perform? Was it okay that Kiku was no longer that prima ballerina? She was no longer quite as lovely or enchanting.

Kiku danced every now and then but after an injury, her doctor encouraged her not to do performances like she used to. Otherwise it may lead to permanent damage. Yoongi supported her through her strained muscles, helping her through her exercises and reassuring her. But perhaps Yoongi didn’t plan on needing to take care of her. Perhaps the thought of her never being that ballerina again dawned on him and he grew distant.

No, it was silly. Silly to think it so. They were happy. Happy. Happy.

***

Kiku made her way to the stadium where Yoongi had his practice and performance later in the night. She brought fresh food from a nearby café with a small spring in her step. Sweet notes of the piano echoed in her ears. Even the tonality and energy of the notes made her know that it was Yoongi. It gave her both this nostalgia and fresh nuance of something new, like a first kiss or a sneaky touch on the back of her hand.

Kiku smiled at the people backstage, placing the food on the table.

“This’ll be good for the newer performances,” she heard Minho say as they looked out to the stage.

Kiku followed their gaze and saw the new addition. The reason why Minho wanted to have so many meetings. A young ballerina was on the stage, dancing freely to the notes played by Yoongi.

Her grin was bright and energetic, understanding completely the importance of her performance carried out. Lovely and enchanting.

Kiku knew it was normal for pianists to do this. To have different performances showcase creativity and enthusiasm. But the sight of it felt like stones crushing her slowly. It was normal for this to happen, she told herself. Yet Kiku felt it deep in her heart, deep in her gut, this unbearable pain when the reality sank in.

Kiku didn’t belong to his world anymore.

She was a wife who tried to be part of his world but not in his world.

Perhaps Yoongi knew this and stayed silent to protect her feelings. He never liked confrontation. Or it just didn’t matter and he would get rid of her after the tour.

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” Minho asked. “Back to his roots?”

Kiku attempted a smile as she always did. Attempting a smile. Maintaining an energy to make sure everyone else felt good. To make sure Yoongi felt good, without burden.

“I’m feeling a bit unwell,” Kiku said. “I’ll be going home.”

“Don’t you want to wait until he finishes?” Minho asked, confused. Kiku never left once she got to Yoongi’s practice, not even when she was sick.

How silly she was. Constantly leering at the edges of a place she didn’t belong to anymore. Trying to squeeze into a place in Yoongi’s heart that was probably getting smaller and smaller. He had no time for her. Kiku couldn’t force him.

Oh, the thought of it burned her eyes. Her stomach felt like it was singed.

Frustration pricked at her. “I’ll talk to him when he gets home.” She lied. He’ll be fine without me.

***

Yoongi adored having more performances linked to his piano pieces. While he enjoyed having his solo acts, it was nice to be in the background for a moment and allow for his music to be interconnected with dance or a story. The exhaustion and boredom that begun to linger in the past performances rejuvenated back into a sense of excitement. At least the final shows of the tour were something of energy and new light.

The ballerina bowed elegantly after the practice performance. Yoongi returned backstage with his heart pumping through his ribcages at asking Kiku whether she liked the new addition. She had grown a bit quiet towards the end of the Italy leg. Perhaps seeing some of her own art showcased on stage would bring her spirits up.

Except Kiku wasn’t there.

“Did Kiku not come yet?” Yoongi asked before gulping a bottle of water.

Minho, his producer, shrugged. “She said she felt unwell. But you have food.” He gestured to the apricot pastry, sandwich and coffee on the table.

Yoongi was used to having Kiku sit there with him as he ate or eat with him. Having the chair next to him empty felt cold and unwelcoming. She must’ve been really sick. “I can go early to check on her.”

Minho hummed. “I mean you can but it’d be safe to do another practice run.”

Yoongi stared at the empty chair for a while. Maybe she was asleep and he would only be disturbing. Besides, he had a few shows left. Might as well get it all out of the way.

***

Night already fell into a deep dark abyss by the time Yoongi was done with practice. He wanted to come back home in the afternoon but he got distracted at work. It was a habit of his, long rotting inside him yet hard to rip away. Moonlight painted their hotel room in a pale silver before Yoongi turned the light on for a splash of warm apricot light against the crème couches and opulent lamps.

“Kiku?” Yoongi asked.

There was no response for longer than Yoongi was comfortable.

But then Kiku walked through the bedroom door, wearing a soft cotton lace nightdress with her hair, a little messy from a nap. Her eyes were soft and glossed, her cheeks sweet and a little puffed. Kiku didn’t move from her spot, looking at him carefully.

A small part of Yoongi’s body had gotten prepared for her to walk to him and kiss him on the cheek. A more selfish part of him expected her to wait for him because she always did, even when she was sniffling from sickness. “You weren’t feeling well?”

Kiku stared at him, as if confused by Yoongi’s concern like it was foreign to her. Yoongi hadn’t seen that look on her face and something about it hurt her. “I’m feeling better,” she said softly.

“Is it your legs?” Yoongi asked, a little more careful this time.

Kiku still looked at him like that. Like Yoongi hadn’t spoken to her of such intimacy in a long time.

Well. . .he didn’t, did he? When was the last time Yoongi asked her if she ate well? Or slept well? Or even how she was? Yoongi tried his best to remember. He must’ve had asked her how she was this morning. Or kissed her. But he couldn’t remember. He couldn’t remember the last time he had any conversation with her.

“I’m alright, Yoongi,” Kiku said. “Get some rest, it’s okay.”

Yoongi wanted to argue that he could give her a massage or help her get better but Kiku already walked back into the room. Without a smile or a kiss. The air grew cold again and Yoongi worried that his habits may have touched a nerve too delicate for his own good.

***

“An extension?” Yoongi had a single finger tapping softly on a D note, not pressing it for sound but thinking as Minho announced that he wanted to have a few more weeks of shows. “The tour has already gone on for months. We all need rest.”

Minho hummed, waving his hand. “You can rest later. This’ll be good for your career.”

It would be. Especially with ballet studios from France wishing to administer their own ballerinas into the mix, it would be so good for his career. But a shadow loomed over him. Kiku’s distance wasn’t going unnoticed by Yoongi. She hadn’t been to any of his practices since that day and it had been a week already.

Kiku wasn’t sick anymore. Something else was wrong.

“Kiku and I’s anniversary is in two weeks. I don’t want to be busy in a concert during that time, we’ve never worked on anniversaries.” Yoongi shook his head. He remembered how she worked around her training schedules to ensure that their anniversary was always free. Something was already wrong and for Yoongi to break a tradition along with it was stupid.

“Well, Kiku can come along with you.” Minho smiled. “She can even train the ballerinas herself, she’s a qualified teacher. Spend your anniversary in Paris.”

Yoongi could try to get a free day during the tour again. He had a free day in Italy, which he used to have a work meeting. Maybe this time, they could explore France. “Alright, I’ll talk to her.”

***

Kiku was at a ballet studio, Yoongi was told. Not by Kiku but the hotel receptionist who was asked to send a message if Yoongi tried to look for her. Kiku always texted him directly if she wanted to communicate something but they’ve resorted to this now, he supposed. Yoongi made his way to the ballet studio, the smell of wood and perfume wafting in the air as he walked up the stairs to the top level practice area.

Kiku was there, wearing a flowy white skirt, transparent, crème with a black top. Her hair was open as she always kept it when practicing dances on her own. Even after the injury, her every move was precise, the pointe of her toes like an ethereal being and her form like a swan.

Yoongi remembered watching her all day. He had become so used to her presence, close to him like his own extension. After all this distance, he was once again the humble pianist watching a prima ballerina conjuring magic with her dance.

Dark, pretty eyes flickered to him then and Kiku stopped, her expression neutral again.

Yoongi tried to push down the squeeze in his chest. He wanted her to smile at him again, to rush to him and kiss him. But she stood there, distant and unmoving. “I—Minho wants to extend the tour.” He wanted to make a more personal introduction but the room turned cold so quickly, he couldn’t muster the right tender words.

Kiku stared at him, a twitch in her eye. So she was uncomfortable. “It’s alright. It’s good for your career.”

Now she was keeping her feelings hidden from him.

Hurt turned to a flash of frustration. “You weren’t at the practice.”

“I figured you didn’t need me hovering over you all the time,” Kiku said plainly.

“You’re my wife, I want you there.”

“Well, you haven’t exactly been doing a good job at showing it.”

Ah. His bad habit. Still rotting inside him and now it was rotting at the seams of his marriage. Kiku’s neutral expression flashed with truth now, making Yoongi wish she was hiding it again. It wasn’t anger. Not really. It was deep hurt and helplessness. “Kiku.” His voice was meek. It made him feel stupider that he realized it immediately yet too late.

The hurt solidified behind Kiku’s expression.

“I wasn’t doing it on purpose, I was—”

“Busy, I know. Believe me, it was the only word I’ve hinged on to. . .gain strength.” Kiku let out a long sigh, soft and weary and slow.

Yoongi knew it was to hide her voice shaking as her eyes turned glossier. He hated it. Hated that he was the reason. Hated that he didn’t even know it because he never felt he had to. Kiku always had herself put together, always a sturdy foundation. So much so that Yoongi grew too lax. Too careless. And now it was coming back to haunt him in the flesh.

“You can continue the tour without me,” Kiku said.

“No.”

“It’s stupid to cancel the tour on my accord. You’ve come this far.” She shook her head.

“I am not leaving you.” Yoongi’s voice raised a little, desperate and pleading. “Kiku. I wanted you to be with me, spend our anniversary in France.”

“I don’t want to be in France.” Kiku’s throat bobbed up and down. “It reminds me too much of what I’m not anymore. Of what I can’t be.”

“What do you mean?” Yoongi asked.

“I’m not the wonderful ballerina I used to be,” Kiku whispered. “People look straight through me and it never bothered me but now. . .you do too.”

Yoongi’s heart dropped. “Kiku, I never. . .I don’t care if you’re a ballerina or not, it doesn’t matter to me.”

“It doesn’t matter to you because you can always put a new one on stage.” Her voice cracked then, unable to hold herself together. “I can’t find some other person who will think I’m worth keeping.”

“I’m keeping you,” Yoongi argued. “I know I’ve been wrong to distance myself from you but that will never change the fact that you’re mine. And I’m yours. All of it, always.”

Kiku stayed silent, finally letting out a shaky sigh. It was that slightest glimpse of vulnerability that gave Yoongi hope. The wall wasn’t cement, it was a curtain still, giving him to room to walk closer so he could catch the faint waft of a tea and jasmine in her aura.

Yoongi held onto her fingers gently at first. He waited for her to slowly curl and clasp back, giving him another chance to walk even closer. His hand reached up her arm, cupping her cheeks and kissed her. A fire roared inside him, feeling her warm kiss back again. It had been too long. Feeling the soft strands of her hair through his fingers, the taste of her and her warmth pressed against him soared through him with sweetness.

Yoongi leaned Kiku against the barre, lifting her enough to rest against her back against the mirror. Yoongi kissed her neck, suckled on the softest part of her skin and bit into it. The slight ache on her skin awakened her nerves.

Kiku ran her fingers through his hair, tugged at the scalp to ground her to reality. That this wasn’t a dream but her own beloved husband, tasting her skin after so long. Her hips desperately rubbed against the bulge forming on his pants, the weight of her body already pressing down against the barre but she didn’t care.

Kiku snuck her hand in between them, rubbing his hardened bulge before unbuttoning his pants. Her fingers wrapped gently around his thick member, twitching against the soft skin of her palm. Her index traced up the angry vein, teasing the slick tip until he let out a moan against her collarbone.

Yoongi lifted to look at her. Kiku smiled and sucked his arousal off her index, keeping her dark lust-blown eyes fixed on him. Yoongi gripped onto her jaw, pushing her cheeks in until her lips protruded. He kissed her again, harder this time as he reached under her skirt and ripped her thin panties, the delicate cloth soaked in her own arousal.

Kiku laughed, drunk with lust as she grabbed onto Yoongis length and aimed it at her sodden cunt. Time showed in the way Kiku felt so snug. She let out a small shaky whimper as if Yoongi entered her for the first time. Kiku gripped onto the barre as Yoongi gently pushed through the tightness, letting her adjust to him again.

Kiku grazed her nails against the fabric of his shirt, yanking off the buttons so her fingertips could trace his skin. She let out a pleased sigh as his entire length sunk inside her, his body flush against hers until they were one.

“I love you,” Yoongi whispered.

Kiku let out a small whimper, forehead pressed against his as tears burned in her eyes. Both an overwhelming flash of love and pleasure soared through her deliciously. “I love you too.”

As the declaration left her sweet lips, Yoongi began to thrust into her. Slow at first, ensuring that she felt the tip of him at her cervix and every ridge inside her remembered him sliding out. She dripped with arousal, making the wooden barre glisten. Yoongis hips moved faster, pistoning in a pattern that maddened Kiku.

Yoongi pulled at the sleeves of her top, sneaking it down until her nipples popped from their covering. The cold air of the ballet studio made them erect. Yoongi leaned and wrapped his lips around one of them, lapping his tongue on the tip until he felt her clench around his cock.

Kiku threw her head back against the mirror before kissing his temple. Yoongi was patient in his attention, moving to her right nipple and giving it the same love. Such affection. His pace quickened as her pleasure began to swell to its limit.

Yoongi gripped onto the back of her thighs, locking her against the wall and pounding into her. Without mercy and with the most delicious desperation that forced a string of moans out of Kiku. Never had she felt so free to let out all the noises she wanted.

His thrusts got harsher, her wet cunt slammed over and over again until even the barre began to squeak under the pressure. Then he paused suddenly with a pant. Kiku let out a choked scream as Yoongi buried himself deep, shaping himself inside her and carrying her off the barre. Kiku spewed another whimper, muffled against his shirt.

Yoongi let out an excited breath as he placed her shaking feet on the floor. Turned Kiku around and had her face her flushed, tear-stained and pleased expression in the mirror. Her hair had turned dishevelled, the front strand matted to her forehead. Yoongi gently placed his fingers over her neck, nose buried in her hair, the lovely scent of jasmine and her sweet arousal suffusing the air. “You’re mine. My love.” He whispered.

Kiku smiled, swaying her hips before he started pushing himself in again. This time much easier, wet and welcoming. “I’m yours.” She caressed his sweat slick cheek. “Yours. All yours.”

Yoongi hummed, thrusting into her again. Deep and hard. Each thrust felt like a shake through her whole body, making the memory of him linger until she dreamt about it days later. “Am I yours?”

Kiku let out a soft chuckle. “You’re mine.” Another rough thrust had her nearly sobbing as it hit her sensitive spot. He still knew where it was.

Yoongi panted, using her noise to thrust in that same position. Kiku bent over against the barre with a whimper, her knees nearly buckling but still wanting more. “Does it feel good, baby?”

Kiku stammered a response as he fucked into her again, her lower belly felt full, ready to roll over the edge. Yoongi pistoned into her ensuring that the same spot touched again and again. “Feels good, baby, don’t stop.” She cried out.

Yoongi groaned, leaning in and sneaking one of his hands between her legs. His calloused fingers rubbed her clit as his own orgasm rushed to the edge. “I’m gonna cum.”

Kiku let out a trembling breath, gripping on his forearm as her lower belly. Begging to release. “Cum inside me.” She turned her head and kissed his cheek. Then the coil sprung. Spurts of sweet nectar had her whimpering, a light choked scream as a light gush splashed on the floor.

Yoongi panted as his orgasm burst into madness, thick and warm as it filled Kiku’s womb. Messy and beautiful. Their thighs slick with the most wonderful arousal as he held his love in his hands, most of her weight rested on his grip as she trembled through her high. “Fuck, I missed you.”

Kiku chuckled, the tingles of ecstasy flooding through her like a blind bliss. “I missed you too,” she whispered, touching his cheek again. “Don’t be away from me.”

“Never. Never again.” And Yoongi held to that promise just as he held her. He would never let this go again.

***

Minho never hid his disappointments when it came to him. Except Yoongi wasn’t quite the same as all his other rookie musicians, who would fall back in line once they saw the displeased purse of his lips. “It would’ve been good for your career. Your wife should understand that much, she’s done the same with her career.’

“Kiku made her career without sacrificing time in our marriage,” Yoongi said. “I should be held to that same standard.”

Minho hummed, raising his hands in defense. “I mean if that’s what you want.”

“You did want to go to Greece for another tour so if that’s in the cards.” Yoongi already expected the sudden brightness in Minho’s face. He didn’t like disappointment but he did like something to do. Perhaps preparing for a future tour in Greece would allow for Yoongi to spend more time with Kiku.

Minho clapped his hands. “Greece and a few more dates in Japan as well. Kiku’s home country, that could make her happy.” He waved his hands, smiling to himself as if he wasn’t just ready to have a tantrum a few minutes ago. “Enjoy your anniversary.”

Yoongi smiled, feeling a wave of relief that he was appeased. No more tour dates anytime soon. Which meant he could go home when the sun was high in the sky and he had comfort waiting for him at home.

***

They took a plane back to their apartment in Korea the next day. The familiar dark wood, ferns and home-grown lettuce were well-tended to by their friends while they were gone. Kiku recognized the smell was different after a few months. Sadness pricked at her but it was bittersweet, not all bad. She was home again.

Kiku and Yoongi made dinner together to revive the smell of home. Warm rice soup, spinach salad, fresh steamed rice and spiced mapo tofu to fill their bellies.

“I’m thinking of opening a ballet studio,” Kiku said.

Yoongi’s brows raised mid-chew. “You want to teach?”

Kiku nodded with a smile. “I still want to dance and the doctor said just not to do performances. So teaching.”

“If you want a part-time piano player, I’m free.” Yoongi grinned.

“Without an interview?” Kiku frowned playfully. “My ballet studio would have more standards than that.”

“I mean I am sleeping with the owner, you could pull a few strings.” Yoongi shrugged.

Kiku’s lips parted in slight shock. “That’s highly inappropriate. You would have to show me your talents.”

As they put away the dishes for their lunch, Yoongi walked over to the grand piano perched on the space between the kitchen and living room. He reached out to his work bag and pulled out a few pieces of paper with hand-written music notes.

Yoongi played with the ease of breathing as he always did, except this music was the softest it had ever sounded. Delicate and sweet. Even the way his fingers moved on the keys were floating like a swan. A ballerina.

Kiku padded over to the piano, stood behind him and leaned her chin against his shoulder. She peered over the title and saw L’amour de me Vie. Love of my Life. Her heart burst with joy as she rested against the crook of his neck. “Who’s it about?”

Yoongi laughed, playing softer. “Depends, do I get the job?”

Kiku smiled and kissed his cheek. “Fine. You’re hired.”

“Then it’s you,” Yoongi said, smirking. It will always be you.

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#yoongi #suga #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts angst #bts fanfiction #yoongi fanfic #yoongi angst #yoongi smut #marriage au #pianist au #yoongi fic #yoongi x oc

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piedpiperslists · 3 months

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Jungkook One Shots (LXVIII)

* s - contains smut

Never Let You Go by @yeojaa s wc~7.6k / tattoo artist!Jungkook Summary: You do things without thought, making impulse decisions that’d make Freud proud. Sometimes they pay off, sometimes they don’t. (or: Jeon Jungkook’s just as impulsive as you.)

You’ll Let Me? by @honeytae s wc~2.9k / established relationship

Savage Love by @whatifyoulivelikethat s wc~3k Summary: We all make happy mistakes, right? And Jeon Jungkook’s was fucking Min Yoongi’s ex-girlfriend. Oops.

Still Want That by @whatifyoulivelikethat s wc~6.3k Summary: Fucking Min Yoongi ex-girlfriend? A terrible idea. Being hopelessly in love with her at the same time? An even worse idea. Knowing he was being used and still doing it anyway? Ah, Jeon Jungkook, what are you doing?

Hotel by @satnin-darling s wc~5.1k / ft PJM, established relationship, idol au Summary: Jungkook always comes to Jimin's room at odd hours in the day because he says it's boring to be all by himself, holed up in his own hotel room. The real reason, of course, is because you're there.

Late by @satnin-darling s wc~6.7k / ft PJM, established relationship, idol au Summary: Sometimes, it can’t be helped that Jimin and Jungkook are late. It’s no one’s fault, really, since that’s what usually happens when all three of you are together anyway.

[...] Trick or Treat by @satnin-darling s wc~5.9k / ft MYG Summary: The Joker, a Gray Pianist, and an Action-taker were supposed to walk into a bar on Halloween. Turns out they don't even make it past the front door because they were too busy fucking each other to partake in this year’s spooky season.

[LOVE - 40]/[40 - LOVE] by @satnin-darling s wc~11.5k / tennis player!Jungkook, journalist!reader Summary: At the end of August, Jungkook had to pull out of one of the biggest tennis tournaments of his career. His injuries were inhibiting him and he felt like he was back to square one. He returns to Busan for rehab and he gets interviewed by you for an article. But your twin brother had just died and you were shocked with grief. So you spend a couple of days talking about tennis but underneath the surface, you cover so much more.

Kismet by @satnin-darling s wc~14.2k / strangers to lovers, fantasy au Summary: In this life, you get to choose what to believe in, be it fate or chance. But little did you know that some people above are messing with you, in the most non- prearranged way possible. Enter Jimin, who works for the department of Fate, with his unlikely colleague, Taehyung, who works for the department of Chance. They quarrel to no end, pulling at the strings that hold up the universe to fashion something that resembles destiny or coincidence. As a result, you and Jungkook end up being mere puppets to their ploy, which begs the question: is it fate or coincidence?

The Arrangement by @jiminisnotavirgin s wc~5.6k / angst, sugar baby!Jungkook Summary: Jungkook’s dinner with you, his noona, is different than usual, leading to an interesting and sexual escapade… in the bathroom.

#jjk list #jungkook oneshot

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sugarwithtea · 1 year

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moonlight sonata | myg [teaser]

pairing : pianist!yoongi x fem!reader

rating/genre : m (18+) // angst, smut, fluff, enemies to lovers

summary : Passion is a fickle thing. It is a feeling that drives you to success, but if lost -- you can turn as stagnant as a pond. Min Yoongi has always took pride in his passion, his skill, his art. But what happens when slowly the flame dies inside him? He returns back home, to the place where he had started to love music. But, you are there. The bane of his existence. You hate him like a sweltering flame, bigger than his passion for music. And you, are not so thrilled with the news of his return. What happens when you both inevitably cross paths and start a saga of hate and love?

word count : 978 [teaser] // TBD for the full fic (15k+)

warnings : for the teaser - none // full fic - explicit smut, use of drugs, alcoholism, mental health issues (not glorified) (all of them will be mentioned explicitly in the final piece)

note 1 : this fic is a part of the composition of the century collab hosted by @joheunsaram @raplinesmoon and @kithtaehyung !!

note 2 : this idea has been in my drafts for so long, I'm glad I'm getting the chance to finally put it out !! i hope i am able to do as well as i expected! HAPPY YOONGI DAY !! also, big thanks to @oddinary4bts and @moccahobi for helping me with this one and saving my ass !!

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Yoongi is falling relentlessly.

He is also failing, relentlessly.

His hands slide down the keys making a sharp ping sound. They then rest on his lap, as his head hangs low and eyes burn with the tears that well up in them.

The moonlight spills into the empty auditorium as if to mock him of his upcoming days, if he goes on like this. An empty auditorium, no audience, no one who will listen to him.

He toys with the fake red ruby encrusted on the edge of the fall board, before he stands up abruptly from his seat, slings his bag over his shoulder and leaves.

He has been doing this for weeks.

He doesn't know how he got here. Not in the auditorium, that was with his Palisade parked snugly in the lot. No, it's not that. He doesn't know how he got to the point where he feels like a college student, struggling to write a composition and bleeding his tips by playing the keys for endless hours, and still not excelling or performing impressively.

It was not always like this, of course. The past five years have brought him nothing but success. He vividly remembers the first time he tapped the heels of his Chelsea boots against the sleek marble of the Juilliard and a swarm of admirers, fans, professors gathered around him.

The renowned school of music had invited him as a guest lecturer. Yoongi, a mere boy of 22, fresh out of the same school with a show stopping performance at Carnegie Hall, which was attracting the ears and eyes of people all around the world. He had clammy hands and a flushed neck as he practiced in front of his mirror in his small Brooklyn apartment.

That day, he gained a massive applause and a similarly huge following of budding musicians who looked up to him. He felt uncomfortable, out of place. As if it was not his place to gain the trust of these students, not his place to lead them when he himself didn't know where he was going, not his place to steer them in a direction when he himself looked in the eyes of his favorite professor, Mr. Castillo, to calm his nerves down. But still, he was able to do that.

And now, years later, he sees a dark fog sit upon his mind as he relentlessly tries to navigate through it.

He once thought of what he would do when he got so old that his fingers trembled when they touched the keys, when his back would hunch so he couldn't sit on the seat, when his face would be ridden with wrinkles. He came to the conclusion that at least he would still be able to write music and guide others.

Alas, he now sees himself nowhere near that Yoongi. The Yoongi he sees now is lost, unwanted, with no traces of passion and no will to move forward. He is like stagnant water, dirt and germs piling up on him. His melody is playing the same note again and again, with no chords supporting it, no tempo giving it rhythm; it sounds like a mess.

He is stuck in a happenstance – at least that's what he likes to think. Because his inner turmoil is still not bigger than his ego, and even though he is getting there, it is hard for him to swallow the thought that this is all because of him. He is not ready to accept that this is a domino effect, how one thing led to another, and now here he is.

After all these years, his brain is wired to think he can't do anything wrong. Although that is going haywire, as after years of working on himself and his self derogatory mindset, he is there again. He knows it's because of him, he just isn't ready to accept it.

Because accepting it will put him into a spiral, a dangerous spiral which will suck him in – like the eddy currents of a whirlpool, giving him no chance to escape. He knows he is weak, that's why he doesn't tread on the edge of the ledge, that's why he doesn't let things affect him. But it's high time now.

The emptiness of the auditorium has irked him, mocked him, laughed at him, made his blood boil. His fingers grip the steering wheel tighter as he changes lanes on his way home. An empty home – as empty as the auditorium.

His passion is dying, faster than the flame of a candle on a windy night. And that is concerning. Because Min Yoongi has a steadfast personality, a strong will, and a mindset to never give up. Then why is it that whenever he sits in front of the keys, his fingers refuse to move? Why is it that whenever he thinks of a melody, his fingers refuse to reciprocate it?

There was a period in his life, a few months, when he thought he was on the top of the world. The fall of a musician, and the rise of a celebrity. He didn't know the pianist in him would sleep so soundly when he embraced his public persona. Didn't know that the musician would starve when he fed his fame.

But now he knows what he needs. He needs to get back to the ground, touch his feet on the earth that gave him the platform in the first place. The place where everything started. The place where he dreamt his dream, the place where he found his first friend – a brown piano. The place which will never turn him away.

Home. His safe place. Back to his people, to the ones who never let him feel like he was a failure.

Min Yoongi is returning to Korea and there is nothing left that could change his mind.

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alphabetboyluvr · 9 months

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HUSH | MYG - THE SCOUTS

A/N // meet the band x master list (x)

'BEST NEW ACT' ANNOUNCE WORLD TOUR

Seoul, SOUTH KOREA—

The Scouts have announced the first leg of their hotly anticipated world tour.

Fresh off the back of their historic NME Awards victories, bagging both Best New Act and Album of the Year, the quintet have released dates for their most extensive tour to date.

The announcement, which can be seen below, follows an extraordinary start of the year for the South Korean indie rockers.

Kicking off 2023 with a slot on Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve, the group—comprising lead vocalist Jin (Kim Seokjin), lead guitarist Jungkook (Jeon Jungkook), bassist V (Kim Taehyung), rhythm guitarist and pianist Suga (Min Yoongi) and RM (Kim Namjoon) on drums—have gone from strength to strength. Their sophomore album, Tears Kept, Secrets Wept, went platinum in February, with B-side single, Future, climbing to the top of Billboard's Hot 100 Chart in March.

The Scouts are due to close a string of homecoming shows in Seoul this summer, before embarking on their monumental tour in October.

Spanning across the U.K. and Europe, the group are set to reveal future dates in other territories soon.

Details regarding ticket sales are yet to be announced.

See more below.

#yoongi fanfic #yoongi smut #yoongi angst #rockstar!yoongi #yoongi fluff #bangtan ff #bts x reader #yoongi masterlist #yoongi x reader #yoongi ff #rockstar!bts #dappleddaisies #byholly #dating app au #rockstar au #myg x reader

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moonchild1 · 2 years

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yoongi search:tropes

ksj // myg // jhs // knj // pjm // kth // jjk

» arranged marriage au

artist au

» age gap au

» ult angst

» bad boy au

» based on a movie

» based on a tv show

» basketball au

» best friends au

» best friends to lovers au

» best friends boyfriend au

» best friends ex

» boyfriend au

» brothers best friend

» brothers wife

» break up au

» cam boy au

» ceo au

» chaebol au

» cheating au

» cheerleader au

» christmas au

» coworkers to lovers

» college au

» crime au

» dad au

» dilf au

» divorce au

» domestic au

» doctor au

» enemies to lovers au

» established relationship au

» exes to lovers au

» exes au

» fake dating au

» fantasy au

» favourites

» frat boy au

» forbidden love au

» frenemies to lovers au

» friends to lovers au

» friends with benefits au

» fuck boy au

» fuck buddies au

» gang au

» high school au

historical au

» husband au

hybrid au

» idiots to lovers au

» idol au

» infidelity au

» inspired by a song

» love triangle au

» mafia au

» magic au

» marriage au

» musician au

» neighbours au

» neighbours to lovers

» one sided love au

» one night stand au

» parents au

» past lovers au

» pining

» pianist au

» pregnancy au

» professor au

» producer au

» racer au

» rapper au

» rebound au

» regency au

» roommate au

» royalty au

» sex worker au

» single dad au

» sisters best friend au

» slice of life au

» soulmate au

» social media au

» slow burn au

» strangers to lovers au

» stripper au

» summer love au

» sugar daddy au

» tattoo artist au

» threesome au

» tsundere au

» unplanned pregnancy au

» unrequited love au

» vampire au

» virgin au

wedding au

» yandere au

» zombie apocalypse au

find more here...

[updated 09.04.23]

#kiki!fic!rec #kiki's recs #yoongi tropes and au's #myg #yoongi #yoongi fanfic #yoongi fic recs #kiki's library #bts fanfiction

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secfir · 2 years

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Pending | 2

Melophile | Part I

➵ pairing: min yoongi x reader

➵ genre: AU! enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, slow-ish burn

i’ll be home | jjk

PAIRING jungkook x reader (minor namjoon x reader)

GENRE fluff. smut. angst. fantasy!au. f2l.

the bodyguard | ksj

pairing: bodyguard!jin x reader genre: smut, fluff

The Lord Taketh Away (M)

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader Genre: Angst, horror, smut

Recs | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | yandere | min yoongi fic rec list - 2 - 3

Recs w nav & tropes

bounty (m) | myg

pairing ; gang leader!yoongi x thug!reader, angst (minor), enemies to ???

Best Served Cold | Yoongi

pairing: Yoongi x afab!reader

au: mafia!au, arranged marriage!au

Haegeum

Pairing: Agust D x fem!Reader x Min Yoongi

Under The Willow Tree | MYG

Pairing: Bad Boy!Min Yoongi x (F)!Reader Rating//Genre: Small Town AU, S2F2L

stay (m) || myg

genre : angst, fluff, smut, strangers to lovers.

Highway to You

hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, childhood friends to enemies to lovers, mafia!au

FIRE ON FIRE , min yoongi

gangster ! min yoongi x fem ! reader

Menace (m.yg)

PAIRING― gangster!yoongi x afab reader

bring it back | masterlist

⇢a collection of oneshots set in different time periods and au’s

Till Death Do Us Part | MYG

Hitman Yoongi x Kidnapped f.Reader ⤜ Mafia/Arranged Marriage AU ⤜ Enemies/Lovers

KILL MIN ⇀ MYG

↠ Genre ‣ thriller, assassination gang!au

Regime (Teaser) | myg

Pairing: Ringleader!Yoongi x Fem!Reader

Silent Grace | myg

✎ au/genre: Mafia!Au , angsty , smut, Violence

Composition of the Century

musical aus

moonlight sonata | myg

pairing : pianist!yoongi x fem!reader rating/genre : m (18+) // angst, smut, fluff, enemies to lovers

Dealer - myg

Pairing: DrugDealer!Yoongi x Female!Reader Genre: Mafia/drug kingpin au, Y/N coming from nothing, found family

HATE 7: BUTTER (M) I MYG

🌙 Genres Mafia!AU, Smut, Angst, Action, Thriller, Enemies to lovers

Belong (Series Masterlist) | MYG

Genre/Tags: exes-to-lovers-to-exes-to-lovers; actress!OC x basketball coach!Yoongi

like crazy mini series:

summary: the story of seven loves across eight lives.

to love a monster collab

Wicked As They Come | myg

⟶ pairing: vampire!yoongi x reporter! f reader ⟶ genres/aus: supernatural au, vampire au, fake dating au, ceo au, romance, smut

Internal Conflicts | KSJ | Masterlist

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, step brother

Illicit Favors | MYG | Announcement

Genre: Fluff, tiny angst, smut, non idol au. Friends to Lovers.

SHADES OF ME

Pairing: Patient!yoongi × doctor!y/n criminal yoongi.

i don’t care - min yoongi - one shot

genre : fantasy, smut, enemies to lovers, slight dom + sub thing

we belong together | teaser

genre: min twins au | angst and smut

Love Bites | JJK | ONESHOT

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, idol au, hybrid au

The feeling’s slow to fade

Genre: Enemies to lovers, horror with a touch of fantasy, smut, fluff, angst.

"Set me Free"(Preview)

Vampire Yoongi x Reader, angst, supernatural/fantasy themes, violence

chase series teaser

genre/characters: underground rapper au, rivals to ?, enemies to ?

enchanted

genre: soulmate au, fantasy au, dragon au, pairing: Dragon King Yoongi x Human MC

Kingdom Come

yoongi x reader!AU, fluff, angst

matilda | myg

pairing: yoongi x fem!reader| brother’s best friend au, f2e2f2l, slice of life, angst, fluff, eventual smut

All Talk

pairing: Yoongi x f reader, Smut: male dom, mild spanking, gagging. the teeny tiniest dash of fluff

candles & flames | jjk (m) | masterlist

➳ genre: enemies to lovers, royal!au; angst, fluff, smut, fuckboy!JK, royal!jk

Maybe I’m a little Dangerous (Maybe Love is Too)

Tags: Torture, Gore, Mafia! Yoongi, killer! Yoongi hurt/comfort, fluff, insecure! reader, self-hate, soulmate AU, fluff, coffee shop au

Remedy

pairing: yoongi x reader genre: angst

Fire & Desire

pairing: seokjin x reader genre: smut, fuckboy!jin, dom!Jin

Box Of Chocolates | JHS

↳ Hoseok x f.Reader ⤜ Hometown AU ⤜ Exes/Lovers

Poison | myg [m]

dom!yoongi

Away From You | index

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: yoongi x reader ⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, angst, smut, divorce!au

The dealer : MYG

Pairing : drug dealer yoongi x good girl reader

They, who belonged to The Sea

Masterlist - Fractured

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, platonic OT7 x Reader Genre: Mafia AU, angst, fluff, (future) smut

Yes, Sir

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Enemies to Lovers AU, smut, fluff Warnings: dom!Yoongi, sub!Reader

the crimson shell

— pairing: jungkook x f!reader — genre: mermaid au, yandere au

Moonstruck | Yandere KNJ x Reader

Pairing: Yandere Mafia Boss Namjoon x Florist/daughter of a hitman reader

Mine | One Shot | myg (m)

❀ Pairing: Yoongi x Succubus F. Reader ❀ Genre: Smut, Horror, Thriller

Break | ksj (m)

❀ Pairing: Witch!Seokjin x cursed!reader ❀ Genre: Supernatural, smut, angst

Predator Universe Masterlist (Vampire AU)

SET ME FREE x MIN YOONGI

[MAFIA AU], Smut, mentions of blood, death, robbery, killing, guns, torturing, fire, porn

1. Asterism || KSJ

Genre: best friend's older brother!au, angst smut fluff trifecta Pairing: Seokjin x female reader

Clockwork Heart

Pairing: Min Yoongi | Reader Genre: fluff, fluff and light angst, chaebol, enemies to friends to lovers, arranged marriage

nephoria | min yoongi [masterlist]

pairing/s: vampire ceo!yoongi x reader (slight oc for the plot) .

warnings: cyberpun

Percussions | MYG

Genre: Mafia!AU; Assassin!AU; angst

care for you masterlist

⟶ SUMMARY : Tales of a grumpy doctor and the sunshine of his life, you.

drabble: “royally forbidden”

princess!reader x knight!yoongi

schemin’ | myg (m) MASTERLIST

pairing:yoongi x fem!reader (producer!yoongi, ceo!yoongi, agust d persona, rapper!reader)

christmas warfare | ksj

❆ exes to lovers | smut | fluff | humor | a small amount of angst (cuz it's exes, soooo)

elites: masterpost

Pairing: BTS x OCs (1 story per member; Member x OC) Genre: Dark romance, high school au (legal ages)

↳ HOPE WORLD [ON-HOLD] jhs

enemies to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

sucker (m.) | pjm

❥𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut, angst, vampire au, horror au (?), vampire!jimin x human!reader, supernatural au

𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 🔞

Tags/Warnings: Alien!Jungkook, Human!Reader, Angst, enemies to lovers, blood and injury, captivity

WHEN I'M WITH YOU

SEOKJIN X READER, ALIEN AU, M/F, RATED M

Gods of the Dark | myg (m)

❀ Pairing: Dark god!Yoongi x f. human!reader ❀ Genre: Fantasy, angst, strangers to lovers, smut

In the wake of your leave

Pairing: Jimin x reader Genre: Unrequited love; brothers’ best friend; slow burn; mafia au; angst

Until Death (M) myg

Genre: Green Bone Saga!AU || Organized Crime / Forbidden Romance / Suspense + Action

Flowers of Fate

▻ Flowers of Fate ↳ UnseeliePrince!Yoongi x Human!f.Reader

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caelesjjk · 2 years

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⏤𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

thanks for tagging me: @jjkeverlast @kookdiaries and @sweetieguk

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 : post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous they are. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips. (you can make your own post or reblog this one!)

this will only hurt a little - jjk/myg/f reader love triangle

violent delights - jjk mafia/organized crime au

sanguine - vampire king jjk au

full reveal - bartender myg/burlesque performer reader

venom - spidey!koo/venom pjm/ f reader au

if by chance pt. 3 - dad!jin series

datura - hades!namjoon/persephone!reader

redamancy - nerdy!namjoon/fuckgirl reader college au

untitled Batman!taehyung fic

ivory - pianist!myg/artist!f reader

tagging: @jeonjcngkook @haliiimede @raplinesmoon @bangtanintotheroom @kth1 and anyone else who wants to. (If you guys did this already just ignore me lol)

#wip game

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daechxwitae · 3 years

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Season’s Greetings 2022 [SUGA]

The Gray Pianist_SUGA

I’ve been playing with filters and I kinda love the results. :)

#bts #min yoongi #myg #suga #bts seasons greetings #season's greetings #seasons greetings 2022 #yoongi selca #min yoongi edit #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #jeon jungkook #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #the gray pianist

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for-yoongi0309 · 4 months

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#ultkpopnetwork #mgroupsedit #idolsincedits #maleidolsedit #yoongi #suga #min yoongi #bangtan #bts #pb.dday:jpn #bts.scans #pianist!myg #thebeautyof.myg : smile #myg.years:2023 #s. eong39

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flowerwrites06 · 10 months

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l'amour de ma vie (teaser) — myg | RELEASED!

This fic is already released, click the title below for full story!

L'AMOUR DE MA VIE | Love of my Life | Requested by anon.

Plot: Insecurities pile up in Yoongi's marriage after months of distance and neglect. Pairing: Pianist!Yoongi x Ballet Teacher!OC (Name: Kiku) Genre: Music & Ballet | Marriage on the Rocks Type: One-shot Rating: 18+ Word Count: 300 (teaser wc) Warnings: marital insecurities, unintentional neglect, jealousy, mentions of divorce, explicit sexual content. Author’s Note: new one-shot coming soon! thank you to the nonnie that requested this, i hope you don't mind that I made him a pianist instead of an idol!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Send your ideas in by August 1st before it closes!

When the doors closed, Yoongi often made up for his silence with soft kisses on her skin, calloused fingertips running down her neck and sneaking in between her core until she soaked the sheets.

Now Kiku wasn’t an equal performer and Yoongi’s attention on her was. . .low. though Kiku understood why. It was concert season. Of course. That’s the only reason.

The audience roared with applause as the performance ended.

Yoongi barely leaned into it and rushed to change his clothes.

It was just exhaustion. Just exhaustion. Nothing more.

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#yoongi #suga #min yoongi #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts angst #yoongi imagines #yoongi fanfic #yoongi fanfiction #bts imagines #bts au

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mypersonmyg · 4 years

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Nom De Plume~Teaser|MYG

*banner by @namluve (requested from bghq editing team)

Pairing: pianist!Yoongi x cellist!reader

Genre: College au, angst, fluff, smut

Rating: 18+

Word Count: TEASER~ 848; FULL FIC~ 57k...rip

Warnings: None, teaser is an awkward fluff fest

Summary: You’re ready to be a performer, your only goal is to make it through college unscathed and find your way to a grand stage to share your craft with the world. Min Yoongi is what some might call a piano prodigy, but his true passion lies in the music he creates behind the scenes. You may just be the girl, with a not so subtle crush on him, that makes his daily americano, but your lives are a lot more connected than you think. (As always I’m the worst at summaries)

“Have a nice day.” Asshole. You look down at your feet, your white sneakers contrasting beautifully to the wooden flooring. It makes you think of the paneling of the grand stage in a concert hall, and your smile comes a little easier this time. “How may I help you?”

You almost choke on the last syllable when you see who your next customer is. Min Yoongi.

“Oh, hi. The usual I assume?” You blurt as your hands slightly shake where you placed them behind the counter.

“Ah, am I that obvious?” He rubs the back of his neck, his lip quirking upward a bit as he tilts his head.

“What, no! I just...americanos are great andーsorry I shouldn’t have assumed.” You shake your head embarrassed at your overeager attempt at conversation.

“Well you’re not wrong,” He smiles with a slight shrug, his cheeks tinting just enough to have your breath catching in your throat. You nod writing his name and order on his cup and taking his payment. You’re just handing the cup to Jeongguk when he places his hands on your waist and scoots you out of the way taking your spot at the register.

“Why don’t you take this one? I could use a break,” He gives you a sly wink as you try to tell him to abort mission, but he’s already taking the next person’s order. Inwardly groaning you start making the drink trying to think of something to say that won’t make you sound like a complete moron.

It’s not like you're doing more than handing him a drink, but somehow you always come off sounding like an idiot. Of course, it doesn’t help that your only real outlets for romantic advice at the moment are Jimin and Jeongguk. The former has the face of an angel, and seduction is his middle name, while the latter can’t talk to anyone without it sounding like he wants to carry them to the altar; neither of which are great options for you who’s never even bothered with the opposite sex until college.

Even now, you find yourself more focused on your studies and how many more caramel macchiatos you’re going to have to make before you graduate. So when you caught feelings for Min Yoongi, you couldn’t help but want to throw them back. The weird way he makes your heart beat like a metronome and your hands sweat like a nervous performer is new territory, and you could do without the distraction. Especially now, with the end of the year showcase coming up, you need to be focused on your solo rather than Min Yoongi and the unnaturally loud thumping in your chest.

“Here you go, maybe the coffee is better than the service.” You joke, handing him his drink.

“Impossible, the service is top-notch. Anyone who can take douches hounding them for a plain cup of coffee deserves an award.” He looks like he wants to say more, his lips parting for a brief moment before Hoseok, one of Yoongi’s friends who frequently accompanies him, walks over, clapping Yoongi lightly on the shoulder. You walk back over to Jeongguk, grabbing the two cups labeled ‘Hobi’ and get to work filling them, ears still picking up the conversation at the other end of the counter.

“You forgot to order for Joon.” You glance over to see Hoseok roll his eyes, playfully shoving Yoongi, who only bows his head running a hand through his brown hair. You force yourself to turn away, focusing on the drinks before you and the long line of customers you need to serve rather than what it would be like if you were the one running your fingers through his silky tresses.

“Damn, did you get him?” Yoongi asks, clearing his throat. If you were looking, you would’ve seen the way he looked around as if just realizing that he was in fact at the other end of the counter.

“Nah, he’ll live.” You slide the lids onto both of the cups and carry them over to the counter.

“Hobi?” Yoongi’s companion turns to you with a blinding smile and reaches for the drinks.

“Thanks,” You nod, chancing one more glance at Yoongi, whose eyes are focused on you as well. You look back to Hoseok, who is now glancing in the direction of Yoongi, and you realize he must have seen you staring.

“That guy was being a total ass, you’re doing great.” Yoongi smiles briefly before dropping a couple of bills into the tip jar.

“Thank you, have a nice day.” You quickly excuse yourself already a flustered mess and go back over to Jeongguk, shoving him out of the way so you can resume your position at the register. You ignore the look he sends you, filled with curiosity at how his little stunt played out, and get back to giving orders. Your mind becomes entirely occupied by the flurry of customers, and by the time the buzz becomes a dull hum, and you actually have time to breathe, Yoongi and Hoseok are nowhere in sight.

Coming Soon...

#yoongi x reader #pianist!yoongi #bts fanfic #college au #teaser #nom de plume #myg x reader #yoongi fanfic

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