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fruitmins · 5 months

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Agust Dad—Eight

➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party— one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry

➭genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au

➭warnings: fluff but then not fluff.., they cannot catch a break fr, rushed to edit this so might have mistakes

note: i did NOT forget about this book believe it or not.. my parents have been on my ass about school and getting into a college. plus the motivation to write was just not there?? but i like this chapter and it’s a bit longer so enjoy (finally)🫶🏾 taglist is gonna be closed tho, sorry

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You step out of the hospital, feeling the cool breeze on your face for the first time in days.

You stop before getting into Yoongi’s personal car, taking in the world around you after days of spending time cooped up inside.

You take a deep breath, breathing in the fresh air. The whole experience these past few days has been exhausting, both physically and mentally but you're happy to finally be able to leave, and even more happy that you and the baby are both healthy and okay. You're looking forward to going back home, seeing the others, and just getting some well-needed rest.

And the best part of it all..

Yoongi is by your side. Every second you were in the hospital he was there and refused to go anywhere that wasn’t the toilet. It was heart warming, and it made you look at him even more differently. You didn’t want to say you were falling for his caring gestures and kind admiring eyes, but it was starting to get alarmingly similar. Even if he was showing concern it still made your heart flutter slightly.

And you put all the blame for your confusing feelings on him.

Even as he held your hand and guided you to his car and out of the private hospital you felt your hands starting to sweat as you pushed back any thoughts about gushing over it.

You managed to hold in enough sweat for him not to tease you about it before he lets go to open the passenger door for you.

Yoongi doesn’t take his time to start driving and head home. He can tell how tired you are from everything, glancing at you every once in a while as he tries to keep his eyes on the road.

"How are you feeling, Y/N?" he finally asks softly. You nod slightly, feeling relieved that the pregnancy is fine.

"Good," he nods, smiling gently. As if he can understand you without you even speaking. Sometimes you wonder if co parenting will be that easy. "Let's get home so you can rest properly."

You lay your head back against the head restraint as he drove them back to his spare home.

You look over at him, pausing and thinking carefully before opening your mouth to say something. You’re nervous to talk to him, but you quickly shake away your thoughts and tell yourself to act like an adult and not a school girl.

“Thank for being here, Yoongs. You could have flew the moment you found out you got a random woman pregnant..but you didn’t.” You say in a soft quiet voice. You needed to be an adult and give him his props. After everything that has happened he hadn’t once shied away.

Yoongi flinches slightly at your words, seemingly unprepared to hear them but he lets out a soft chuckle at the nickname, something you were starting to pick up from Harin.

"No, I couldn't leave you," he says quietly, his eyes fluttering. "That... wasn't an option." He states. You’re confused on what he meant by that, and almost ask him to elaborate but think it’s better for your feelings and sanity if you just left it there.

He looks at you for a moment, his expression turning to a small smile. "I'm glad I could be here to support you."

He gives a small sigh, looking towards the road, the sunlight shining through the windshield. He looks like he wants to say more but holds it back. "You should get some rest." he says softly after a while of comfortable silence, his voice gentle.

“Okay.” You say with a small smile, turning your head away from him you tired to get as comfortable as you could in the car.

Your head slowly starts to droop forward and you begin to doze off. It doesn’t help that he is driving extra slow and extra careful, some soft music (of course BTS) playing on a low volume that sends you to sleep.

"Y/N... wake up..." you hear Yoongi's voice, and you open your eyes. You're suddenly back (to his) home and Yoongi is gently shaking you awake.

Yoongi lets out a soft chuckle as he notices your sleepy expression. “That probably felt like three minutes but I promise you it was at least fifteen. I even went around in circles to buy time.”

“Oh, thanks..” you say with a weak chuckle and a small yawn as you slowly unbuckle my seatbelt and exit the car and slowly enter the house with him.

“Surprise!”

You flinch in shock and surprise when the first thing you hear once you open the door are screaming voices. Your eyes are wide as you come back to life and analyze the situation in front of you.

There’s the rest of the members and Harin stood in the living room. You feel tired, both physically and mentally, but you're happy to see the banner, the decorations, and the cake.

Yoongi who is next you let out a soft chuckle, “Guys you didn’t have to.” Yoongi says, shaking his head in slight disbelief as Harin speed walks up to you to give you a tight hug.

You can already feel yourself getting emotional, but Harin’s hug just adds salt to the wound. “Girl, why aren’t you on your honeymoon?” You ask with a small chuckle, trying to hold back your hormonal emotions.

“Like I could relax while you were in the hospital.” She rolls her eyes at you and you just hug her tighter. “Jin felt the same way..” she adds, rubbing your back for comfort but her statement just makes you more emotional. Of course Jin would feel guilty about it.

It felt like for the first time in a while, you felt like you were liked, maybe even loved. You felt like you fit in with the boys and Harin, despite the awkward situation and how you met them. They didn’t judge you, and they genuinely cared about you.

Someway, somehow, despite all the chaos you just went through. You felt at peace.

After a few hours, they leave, and you're left to clean up the mess they made. You’re not mad at it though. It was nice chatting and eating with the group after being in the hospital for days. It was a nice distraction, and your only distraction since Yoongi still has your phone. Even though it could be seen as controlling, you know he’s just protecting you from the media. You feel crazy for gushing about the fact that he held your phone.

You take a deep breath and start to pick up, your hands moving automatically as you focus on the cleaning. You’re exhausted, your moves slow and sluggish. And Yoongi seemed to notice from the kitchen as he washed a couple dishes.

"Y/N..." he says gently, setting down the dishes and moving over to you. He gently takes the broom out of your hand and places it back where he found it.

"Sit down, I'll take care of it." he says softly. "You're obviously very tired.” He says and you’re about to object and reach for the broom but he holds out his hand and stops you.

Yoongi pauses, watching you for a few moments before he walks up behind you and takes the broom from your hands. "It'll be faster if I do this," he replies gently.

"It’s my house, Y/N.” Yoongi says softly with a small chuckle. Yoongi looks at you sympathetically, and you realize how exhausted you are.

“Alright, fair point..” you mumble, giving him one last look and he gives you a small reassuring nod. “Goodnight.” You say to him and responds back as you go to the master bedroom.

You gently close the door and pick out a change of clothes before settling down in the bed. Your muscles relax against the softness, letting out a breath as you immediately start to drift off to sleep.

You don’t know what time it is when you wake up, but you know it has to be late at night because when you open your eyes your met with nothing but darkness and silence.

You get up to use the bathroom, your blatter getting the best of you as you waddle to the restroom.

You don’t notice the slight vibrations as you pass the living room the first time, but you do the second time when you exist the bathroom. There’s the sound of soft buzzing and a quiet ringtone in the silence. It takes you a few minutes before you fully process that the ringing is coming from the living room. Then you realize it’s your ringtone from your phone. The phone you hadn’t seen in days.

You get a dreadful feeling in your stomach as you make your way to the living room. The last time you checked your phone this late, you ended up in the hospital. But still, you slowly move to the living room.

It's dark, but you see the outline of Yoongi on the couch. After a moment you notice that there's a thin blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a pillow beneath his head.

You slowly approach him, trying not to wake up. He looked so peaceful as he slept. You smile softly at the sight. You couldn’t imagine what this was doing to him and his career. You almost felt sorry for him..

You snap out of your daze as you hear the buzzing again, turning to see your phone on the floor charging a couple steps away from the couch.

You step to your phone, taking it off the charger and tiptoeing out of the living room so you didn’t wake Yoongi. He looked like he needed the sleep.

You squint from the bright screen, not really looking at the caller ID before answering.

“Hello? Y/N?”

A voice answers before you can even greet them. The oddly familiar voice makes you physically flinch, a whole new wave of emotions and memories washing over you.

“Mom?”

You hadn’t heard the voice in a year, but you know good and well that it’s hers. You remember the way she picked up the phone and immediately started talking, asking, demanding for money. That’s the only reason she would ever call, until you finally had enough and told her to stop.

So why was she calling? Especially at this time of night?

You get a terrible feeling, your breathing getting slightly heavier as you speak into the phone. “W-Why are you calling this late? Why are you calling at all?” You question, the sleepiness almost entirely gone.

Your mother clears her throat, her annoyed and stressed tone coming through the phone.

"Y/N, you haven't picked up any of my calls or texts for the past few days," she says firmly, her voice filled with a bit of anger that you remember all to well.

"I was worried sick, thinking you had gotten hurt or worse!" your mother continues, her words quick and clipped. You immediately know it’s a lie, because she had never cared about you before. Your whole childhood she’d flip from being the most loving parent in the world to wanted your head dead on a stick. But she was the only parent you had, so you stuck with her until you moved out.

"Especially since everyone on the internet is saying that you’re pregnant with some idols baby.” she adds.

There’s a long pause.

The crickets outside fill the silence as you take a minute to think.

“Mom..how do you know that?” You ask slowly and carefully your heart slipping a beat as you think back to that terrible night. The last thing you can remember are people seeing some of your face in the video. They couldn’t have learned your identity. And if they did, why didn’t Yoongi tell you the second you woke up in the hospital?

“Hunny, everyone knows you’re pregnant,” your mother continues, her voice still filled with annoyance. “It’s trending right now on the internet, and everyone knows who you are.”

You can almost hear the smile in her voice, the way your mother always gets smug when she’s right. “...Y/N, I’m disappointed that you couldn’t tell me as soon as you found out.”

She sounds almost disappointed, like she feels betrayed by you in some way. But your to frozen in shock and fear to yell at her. Of course she would break no contract and call. She found out you were in ‘relations’ with a millionaire. Money.

Your phone shakes in your hand in fear. This whole time you were trying to keep it private, to have a normal life despite everything. And it’s all coming crashing down. You realize that your phone wasn’t just vibrating because of the call,

It was because you were getting hundreds of texts and inbox messages. Even as you shook your phone was going off, notifications from every social app you owned.

“I-I gotta go.” You say, going to twitter, only to see that your mom was right. As much as you hated to think that.

You look at the Twitter feed, your heart sinking as you see all of the pictures floating around. Your full name, your pictures, where you go to school... it's all there. For at least 24 hours.

You don’t know how, but people managed to use the clip and used face recognition to find out who you were. What was worse was that old coworkers and classmates were also speaking up and saying it was you. Your full government name was on the internet. They managed to find out where you went to school more hidden pictures of you on the internet.

You feel a tear roll down your face as you try to contain your emotions. It feels like the end of the world.

And what makes it even worse is that Yoongi didn’t tell you.

Yoongi knew, and he didn't tell you. He kept this secret from you. A secret you needed to know.

Your mother's voice filters through the phone in your hand. "Go? Why?"

"Mom, I have to go," you say again in a whisper, your voice choked up with tears. "Don't call here anymore." You don’t give her time to respond before hanging up.

You can feel your breath quickening as you try to make sense of everything that's happening.

You start to shake, your heart pounding against your chest as you struggle to stay calm but it’s difficult when you believe that your life is ruined.

You stare at your phone, trying to ignore the millions of notifications coming through. You don't know where to begin. You don’t know what to do.

Your steps are heavy as you move back to the living room, staring at Yoongi who was still asleep on the couch.

He knew the entire time. They all knew. And they welcomes you back with a party and cake. They made it seem like nothing was wrong and kept you in the dark.

Staring at his peaceful face, you no longer felt sorry. You felt betrayed.

One of your tears drop onto his face, causing his eyes to flutter before slowly opening. "Y/N..." Yoongi stirs when he sees you lingering over them.

He blinks a few times, still half-asleep as he groggily turns his head around and looks at you. He slowly sits up on the couch, rubbing his eyes and wiping away the tear on his cheek.

He realizes your the source of the tear, his expression forming into one of concern. "Y/N, you okay? Did something happen?" he asks quickly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You speak in a whisper, looking at him with my own glossy sad eyes.

“People found out who I was, a-and you didn’t tell me.” You try your best to sound strong but you can’t, mentally and physically.

Yoongi looks at you with small shock and confusion before his eyes shift to the buzzing phone in your hand.

"Y/N," he says, his tone filled with concern as he hears the shakiness in your voice but it’s clear he is trying to hold himself back from freaking out himself.

He pauses for a moment, seemingly not knowing what to say. "I was going to tell you." he says softly but that just makes you even more pissed.

“I was going to tell you,” he says again, more firmly and confidently. “But I didn’t want to overwhelm you and there wasn’t a good time.”

“There was never going to be a good time. That’s not an excuse. You should have told me!” You say, your voice rising slightly but it’s clear that you’re broken by the tone.

“Y/N, you just got out of the hospital. I wasn’t going to spring that up on you.” He says firmly but with a worried expression.

“I-I don’t need you to look after me. Not when your the reason for this mess.” You say, the words even sounding harsh to you the second they left your mouth.

Yoongi flinches, his expressions turning to shock as you say your words and you almost feel bad.

"Y/N... it's not like that," he says softly. "Please, don't say that.” He looks like he's about to say more, but you cut him off before he can.

“I-I think you should go home.” You say with a swallow, even though it’s pitch black outside. Nevermind it’s his house.

Yoongi’s eyes widen at your words, taken aback by them as he stands up from the couch. “Y/N, don’t be like that..” he says with a low tone, almost pleading.

He takes a few steps towards you, trying to get close enough to you to talk to you properly. “I had a reason, I promise and I want to be here for you. I'm not going to leave you alone... not when you need me the most." he says, the sincerity in his voice clear.

“You don’t know what I need because you don’t know me.” You say quickly and sharply, your breathing heavy. “Because despite the lies you told to the media you haven’t known me for years and we didn’t fall in love.”

There’s a long uncomfortable silence in the air as the two of you share your own looks of hurt.

“J-Just leave..” You mumble, looking away from him as you wipe your tears.

He's silent for a few moments in the wake of your words. He knows you’re right, and he knows that you probably need space.

"I suppose you're right," he whispers taking a small step back.

His eyes fill with regret and guilt as he stands up, turning towards the door. "I'm so sorry, Y/N."

With that, the door closes behind him, leaving you alone in the quiet house.

It’s silent as you try to get your feelings and thoughts under control. Your phone vibrates again in your phone and without even thinking, you chuck it at the wall.

Your phone breaks into pieces and you sit down on the living room floor, just looking at them as your heart slowly breaks with it.

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makeawish2020 · 3 months

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Dear My Friend || Yoongi x Reader || Prologue

Summary: Yoongi will do anything to pursue his dream of becoming a rap star even if it means leaving you behind.

Genre: Angst/ slow burn/ sad

Warnings: mature concept/ swearing

Part 1 (upcoming)

Outside the Gocheok Sky Dome, a crowd of people lines up to enter the venue. This is Agust D's first performance since the recent controversy. Everyone expected his album to flop. However, he not only defied those predictions but also set a new record, achieving the highest-selling album of the year.

There are people outside the venue impersonating him and passionately rapping his songs. Posters and banners of the show adorn the surroundings, and some enthusiastic fans even take posters, sharing secret kisses with them. Meanwhile, other fans queue up for merchandise being sold at the counters.

While the atmosphere outside is festive, behind the stage presents a completely different world. The staff diligently double-check the sound system, lights, and ensure everything runs seamlessly.

Agust D, also known as Yoongi, is getting ready with the assistance of his stylist and makeup artist. His manager, Jihoon Hwang, sits by his side, ensuring Yoongi's mood remains unaffected. Jihoon is acutely aware of Yoongi's sensitivity during this time and stands ready in case of any issues.

After Yoongi finishes preparing, he requests everyone to leave his room.

"Hyung, can I get a cigarette?" he asks Jihoon.

Jihoon searches his pockets and hands Yoongi just one cigarette, limiting his indulgence. Jihoon is keen on avoiding any negative publicity regarding Yoongi's professionalism or excessive smoking, especially considering his recent controversy.

As the fans settle inside the venue, the band and DJ play their tracks, creating an electrifying atmosphere. Yoongi, however, is lost in thought while puffing on a cigarette.

A staff member snatches the walkie-talkie from another, asking, "Mr. Hwang, is he not ready yet?"

Mr. Hwang sighs, standing outside the door, "Give me 5 more minutes."

The staff frustratedly comments, "You said that 10 minutes ago. The show is going to start soon-"

Mr. Hwang cuts her off, "It's his show. It will start when he wants to."

After 10 minutes, Yoongi opens the door. Mr. Hwang sighs in relief and follows Yoongi. The staff members see Yoongi walking, and they all start to follow him, providing directions.

While walking through the tunnel, staff members attend to Yoongi, handing him his microphone, adjusting his in-ear monitor, and making last-minute fixes to his clothes.

Yoongi warms up, preparing his throat for the performance, stretching his fingers and moving his wrists.

The staff asks Yoongi to crouch down for the lift so he can make a dramatic entry onto the stage. Yoongi patiently sits on the lift, hearing fans screaming his name.

The distant but growing cheer of the stadium crowd echoes – "Agust D, Agust D, Agust D, Agust D."

Senior organizers rush up to Mr. Hwang in massive relief as they see Yoongi on the lift.

"Agust D, Agust D, Agust D, Agust D," the crowd grows louder.

The music builds up on the stage. The staff gives Yoongi a cue, and the lift goes up.

Yoongi jumps onto the stage, his back facing the audience.

He stands still in a pose for a good 30 seconds, and the crowd's screams intensify.

A microphone stand rises from the floor of the stage. The music continues to build up, and Yoongi turns to face the ecstatic crowd.

Fans are still screaming manically as Yoongi walks to the front. The music reaches its climax, and Yoongi puts his microphone on the stand, gazing through the electrified crowd.

"Someone once told me," Yoongi speaks, and the entire crowd falls silent.

He continues, "that if you are not willing to sacrifice for your dream, then your dream will become the sacrifice."

The crowd reacts passionately, some screaming, while others snap their fingers in resonance.

He closes his eyes and inhales deeply, and the crowd patiently waits.

As he exhales, he opens his eyes and says, "So this song is for her, my dear friend."

#yoongi #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #suga #bts fanfic #suga x reader #agust d #bts suga

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sailoryooons · 8 months

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Had a big flop of a date and I'm sad.

Need a bff Yoongi that listens to your wallowing and tells you you don't need to be getting your feelings hurt by other dumb boys because he's RIGHT HERE and he's ready to give you everything you need )))):

❀ Pairing: Yoongi x f. reader

❀ Summary: You’re tired of the revolving door of boys in your life. Yoongi is tired of watching you nurse feelings in the quiet of your apartment.

❀ Word Count: 1,406

❀ Genre: Friends to something more, a little angst, fluff

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

❀ Warnings: A little bit of angst, descriptions of loneliness and frustrations on dating, a little bit of insecurity, Hali’s Obnoxious Takes on Dating in 2023, a cute lil kiss, nothing too crazy

❀ Published: August 18, 2023

❀ A/N: Pardon me while I wax poetic about the current state of dating, especially with all these damn apps in the world. I hope this was able to capture how you felt in a way that feels authentic and then shatter it and make it better by offering a very sweet Yoongi ready to date you. I am so sorry your date was shitty, genuinely this is why I do not go on them!!!! This is currently unedited.

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

| Masterlist | Ask | Hali’s Happy Agust |

Outside of your apartment window, the world is washed in gold. As the sun sets, you wish you could appreciate it a little more. The world looks beautiful outside, buildings like hammered bronze in the light, curtains lit up like a flame as they catch the rays of sun.

You look away from it, staring at your TV that is turned off instead. It’s silent in your apartment, the hum of the refrigerator the only noise. With your legs crossed on the couch, you tap your nails against the steaming mug of tea in your hands.

Sitting. Waiting.

In another life, you’d perhaps be out on a date on account of the nice evening. The cool autumn air drifts through the cracked window, carrying the scent of possibility.

The only dates you’ve been on usually go two ways: they end in blocked numbers after uncomfortable interactions, or hurt feelings after being strung along for a few dates before eventually sending unanswered texts.

It makes sense that dating is hard, but no one ever told you it would be this hard, trying to swim in a rushing river of dating apps, men who use therapy-speak to excuse their bad behavior, and people who have no accountability for others feelings.

The sound of the front door opening brings you out of your melancholy daze. Yoongi walks in with a bag of takeout, immediately filling your apartment with the smell of fried wontons and the distinct hint of soy sauce.

For the first time that day, you grin, unfolding from your spot on the couch and heading to wear Yoongi throws you a nod, already unbagging the food. You move wordlessly in tandem, grabbing drinks from your fridge with extra sauce and napkins. By the time you’ve returned to the counter to sit, Yoongi is already on his self-appointed stool, holding out his hand for chopsticks.

This is what you need, you think as you pass them over. Someone who can speak to you without words, someone who just knows. Knows that when you sit down next to him, you need him to lean over and press a gentle kiss to the top of your head. It’s affection between friends, but it makes your heart flip. It always does, and you always ignore it.

“Talk to me about it,” Yoongi says, picking up a saucy strip of beef. “I want to hear about it.”

He doesn’t. Yoongi doesn’t say these things for his benefit. He says them because he knows that you’re too afraid of being inconvenient or annoying to speak the thoughts rolling around your head. His instincts are spot on - you do want to let out what’s inside of you, and the gentle encouragement that he wants to hear it does the trick.

“I guess I just don’t know what the point is,” you start, staring at your rice. “I really want a partner and someone that I can do life with or whatever so I’m less lonely, but I’m also so sick of first dates and having to play a game of social chess.”

“Dating in this era is impossible,” Yoongi agrees. “There’s a lot of very unempathetic and unaware individuals.”

“Exactly. Or people think they have endless options and it’s like, just because someone is in your DMs telling you that you look nice doesn’t mean that’s a potential suitor. It just means someone thinks you’re hot.”

“What do you mean?”

“Okay, so the last guy basically told me that he wanted to keep his options open because he has options. And it got me thinking: do people actually have all these options for life partners, or is it just people who are giving them attention online?”

“I see.”

“Online clout is not the same as a relationship option,” you conclude. “And I’m tired of people confusing the two. Or getting people who think it’s cool not to care about their partner or who use weaponized therapy words at me to avoid accountability. I had some guy tell me he was setting a boundary for me on monogamy and that me being interested in a one-on-one relationship was a violation of his feelings and that I need to be open.”

Yoongi stops eating and looks at you. His mouth presses in a firm line, the only sign that he’s truly irritated. “Did he say that before you started to go on dates?”

“Nope. Only later when I became invested.”

“Then it’s bullshit,” Yoongi scoffs, shaking his head. “You’re interested in different things, not violating a boundary. What an asshole.”

“They all are.”

Groaning, you press your forehead to your palm, supporting the weight of your head with your elbow on the counter. You hate this. Hate the way it all makes you feel, hate that you want something so bad but it seems just out of your reach, hate that you’d love to find someone like Yoongi.

Once, you’d thought about asking him. You’d decided that your friendship was more important, because without him, who is there?

Now you look for someone - anyone - to do the bare minimum. To not make it feel like you’re searching for a needle in a haystack the size of Olympus, or like you’re being irrational for wanting human decency.

“I’m not,” Yoongi says softly. You hum a question, confused as to what he’s talking about. “An asshole,” he clarifies. “I’m not an asshole.”

“Well I know that. But I’m not dating you.”

“So try it, then.”

You lift your head from your palm, looking at him sharply. Yoongi isn’t much in the way of poking fun at you - not in a way that is really at your expense. He doesn’t seem to be joking now, staring at you with honest, brown eyes, chewing his lip.

“What?”

“I said what I said.” He drops his gaze for a second - perhaps towards your lips - and meets your eyes again. Your heart speeds up, thudding against your ribcage. “So try dating me.”

“Are you making fun of me?”

He scowls. “Of course I’m not. I’m being serious.”

“You want to go on a date with me?” He nods. “Why?”

Blowing out a long exhale of air, Yoongi shrugs. The golden light from the sunset hits him at just the right moment, then. He’s wreathed in gold, a shining beacon of hope. Of an answer. Of something more. You lick your lips as Yoongi considers his answer.

“Because I like you, for starters,” he says, giving you a look. A look that means he thinks you’ve asked a silly question. “Because I think that you are wonderful and creative, and a gentle soul. Because I think you deserve someone who is interested in working on something with you, and who won’t flee at the first sign of conflict. Because I empathize with you, I enjoy doing life with you, and because you’re beautiful.”

Any worry you’ve had about your feelings for Yoongi comes to a standstill. There, in your apartment, in the honey-haze of evening, you drop your chopsticks and press forward. Curious, a little bold, a little terrified. Yoongi sucks in a sharp breath of air when he realizes what you’re doing, but he lets you anyway.

Yoongi’s lips are soft. He tastes a little like soy sauce and sweet and sour, but you don’t care. Your heart thrums in your chest and your hands shake when you lift them to cradle his face. His hands go to your waist, holding you confidently, like they were made to fit there.

Warmth blooms inside of your chest, unfurling dizzy petals as you pull your lips away from his. You don’t know where you got the bravery, but as your eyes flutter open to meet his gaze, deep and unwavering, you realize you don’t know why you were ever scared to consider him.

Yoongi has always been right there. Holding your hand when you were lonely, offering a joke when you were sad. There have been countless times you could have had this, you realize. Little moments where the tension grew too thick or your gazes lingered too long.

It’s only until now that someone was brave enough to say something.

“Okay,” you breathe, fingers gentle against his warm face. He smiles, eyes crinkling. “It’s really that easy, huh?”

“It always was. I was always right here.”

You press your lips against his again, chaste and sweet.

“You’re right. You were always right here.”

#yoongi fanfic #suga fanfic #yoongi fluff #yoongi comfort #bts fanfic #yoongi x you #yoongi x reader #halis happy agust

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pynkgothicka · 1 year

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ＨｙｐｎｏｔｉｃＭＹＧ

Synopsis - You go out to rockstar Agust D’s performance. But he gets one look at you and is hooked instantly.

Pairing - Dark! Yandere! Rockstar! Min Yoongi x Fem!Reader

Warnings - DUBCON, drug induced sex, acts of violence, gaslighting to the extreme, kinda kidnapping

Authors Note - As you can tell I'm writing for all the members lol, also sorry your mom sucks

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

He was so cool.

Agust D was performing right in front of you, the front row to his concert being the best view you could ever ask for. He was so passionate in his craft and you were entranced. All his songs showed the time and effort going into them and the fact that he loved performing them. Even if it was such a small venue and audience.

Hell you had to beg to even be allowed to go and you couldn't even be more happier if you tried.

Then he made eye contact with you. You could feel your breathing stop as he smiled and winked before continuing back to performing. God you could nearly faint.

The entire rest of the night you were filled with butterflies, Agust D noticed you of all people. Or maybe it was something he did with any girl he saw, and you were just blowing it out of proportion. Whatever it meant it didn't matter, you were going to ride that high all the way to the end.

By the time the concert ended and you could finally leave without being bombarded by a mass of people leaving at once you reached inside of your small crossbody bag to grab you phone. That was until you were interrupted by a hand touching your shoulder, making you jump.

You turned around to see a buff security guy with a clipboard in hand. “Ma'am, your wanted backstage.”

“Did I do something wrong!? I'm so sorry if I di-”

“None of the sort, actually Mister Agust wants to see you and I'm here to escort you there.” You darted your eyes all around before looking back up at the man.

“Is this like a prank?” You finally ask raising a brow.

“Nope. But I will say that we don't usually do this and to be honest this is my first time even seeing him request someone to be brought to him, so no. This is very much real.”

“Holy Shit! Do I just like- oh God!” You began to freak out fanning yourself with your hands as the guard laughed and smiled at you.

“It's okay ma'am follow me.”

🎸

And you did all the way until you reached a room with a shiny metal plate with the engravings Agust D dead in the center. The guy knocked for you a low hum being heard from the other side in response. “Hey, it's the girl you wanted to see. Do you want her now?”

“That's a dumb ass question, of course I do.”

That was him.

It was really him

The guard nodded at you and left leaving you to actually open the door. You hesitated the door handle wiggling in your grasp, and you took a deep breath before walking through the door.

He sat there in all his glory, on his couch messing with a guitar. Agust D… His orange hair fell, covering his eyes. The same ones that stared at you right now.

You found your hand going up to your hair and nervously played with it as he made his way over to you. It was a bad nervous tick you had and you couldn't stop it. “I love your music, so much Mr Agust D!” You finally pushed out all in a single rush of confidence.

“Call me Yoongi baby,” He got up from his position and put the guitar on it's stand before making his way over to you. He eyed you up and down, stopping whenever he stood right in front of you, his eyes looking into your own. You could see the sweat sticking his hair to his forehead. “God your even prettier up close.”

“You think I'm pretty?” You began freaking out again looking everywhere but him.

“Of course, you never heard that before?” He snickered out, still working on tuning his guitar. The way his hands moved, had you in a daze.

“No actually, and thank you.”

“Yeah,” He patted the empty spot on the couch next to him. “Come sit.” You moved to where you sat all the way to the other side of the couch making sure you didn't interfere with what he was doing. “I'm pretty sure your familiar with the fact that this is my last America show before I head back home right?”

“Yes of course!” You basically blurted out. You groaned before placing your head in your hands letting out a small sorry. Yoongi laughed, and you swore it was like bells chiming, the sound making your body heat up even more than it already was.

“And well I was going to leave as soon as possible cause y’know I wanna go home n shit. But, then I saw you tonight.”

“Me?” You added surprised, still not believing the situation you were in right now.

“Yup, you. With that pretty little lacey top. Anyways here I am thinking wow I really want to get to know this girl better, but I can't do that if I leave. And I decided, how about I just hang with you tonight?”

Yoongi was now looking directly at you. But if only he could see the inner turmoil you were experiencing right now. You had to get home and call your mom to pick you up, orrr you could spend your night with your idol and just get a ride with him later on.

God you were going to regret this.

“I would love too! Was that too loud?”

“No, not at all. It was adorable. Come on let's get the fuck out of here.”

🎸

Yoongi was so different from his persona.

He had taken you to a quiet late night dinner, letting you order whatever you wanted and more just to make you happy. This was drastically different from who he presented himself as on stage. But you loved the duality in it all. The entire time he would tell you about all his travels and what he's working on. And you listened to everything he said, his life being much more exciting than your own.

“Shit I've been talking about myself this entire time, I'm so sorry about that beautiful. Tell me about you.” Yoongi leaned back taking a sip of the coke he got for himself.

“Well um, I'm taking a gap year right now before I switch majors, so I'm working to make a little money for myself.” You spun your straw around in the milkshake be practically ordered for you. He said you deserved something sweet in your life, and that it was his treat. Honestly it was one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for you. “I'm staying with my mom until I get things straightened out with buying my own space. And that's really it honestly.”

“So no like real friends or anything?” Yoongi asked sitting back up to lean on the counter.

“Nope.”

“Well take it from me, you deserve more in life.” Yoongi placed down his drink. “No one really deserves to be alone like that.”

You looked away giving a small smile. “Thank you Yoongi. You know I never expected to be hanging out with you tonight. Your world is so different than mine. I usually have just sit at home and done nothing. So I think what I'm trying to say is thank you for taking me out.

“It was no problem, I enjoy hanging out with you. Plus it's just a bonus your cute.”

“Pshh stop it, there's so many other choices.” You downplayed his attraction to you, he shouldn't try to even say things like that.

“Yeah but I choose you. And there's no changing that.” He took out a sharpie and took your arm, slowly beginning to write. When he was done you saw he had written his number down your arm. You smiled at him and he gave a even wider one back, showing his gums. “It's pretty late, let me get you home. Plus I got a flight to catch tomorrow.”

🎸

Sneaking into your house was harder than you thought for as soon as you stepped into the door your mom was in the kitchen, with the lights on eyeing you like a hawk.

“How did you get home?” She questioned bluntly.

“A friend got me, the traffic was horrible."

“Don't lie to me. Your friends are all home and no where near here. So. Let me ask you again. How did you get home?”

“I walked.”

“At this time of night?! Do you know what the fuck could've happened. You could've gotten hurt, I could've lost you.” She lamented. Her hands slammed into the table in frustration. Yet you just kept quiet and refused to look at her. “Oh now you got that dumbass look on yo face like you did nothing wrong.”

“Okay.”

That's all you had to say. It's all you could muster to say. Then you turned around start heading to your room down the hall. All while she kept yelling at you for god knows what. You refused to let her see you cry, she can't have that power over you.

🎸

The next few weeks of your life couldn't be more perfect. You spent every waking minute talking to Yoongi. He'd constantly show you what he'd been working on and his friends back in Korea.

He even called you every night.

“Baby I want to get you over here immediately.” He'd said one night while you got ready for bed.

“Yoongiii you know I can't do that. My mom won't even allow me to go on a vacation in America on my own.” This was a frequent topic of conversation for the two of you. He had wanted you over with him so bad. The thing is that the two of you aren't even a thing yet. For all you know, your just friends.

“Well I miss you, and I don't have another break in another week or or so.” Yoongi groaned out. “A week is pretty long to me atleast.”

“Oh you can wait a week. Then you can come visit and we can hang out again.” You hoped he didn't put that much thought into your dismissiveness.

“Fine, only because it's you.”

“I'm going to have to like beg my mom to let me out the house again on my own.” You say looking behind you. The door was closed, which meant she probably wouldn't barge in your room and hear what you were saying.

“Aren't you a grown woman? Why does she care what you, as a grown woman now, does?” Yoongi did have a point. You were 19, and honestly you wouldn't say that's a reasonable age to refered to as a grown woman. But still he had a point.

“I mean yeah, I just don't want to severe that connection to her.”

“Yeah but she walks all over you, I just want you to be alright that's all. You know I care about you.”

That could've made you faint with how hard you were swooning. You made a mhmm noise before going silent, maybe you could put some thought into cutting off that tie with your mom.

🎸

As you were getting ready for bed about a week or two later a knock resounded at your window. You walked over and opened the blinds seeing Yoongi. In his iconic leather jacket and black pants. You jumped back, you weren't expecting that at all. You opened the window allowing him to crawl in. “Wow your room is more cozy that I'd expect. Anyways get some clothes on, I got a room somewhere and we're going out.”

“But my mom!?” You whisper yelled.

“Fuck her! I came all this way for you. That means your important to me. Which also means that god damnit we're hanging out tonight!”

“I can't say no to do that I guess.” You slipped on a jacket and a pair of boots. “But we can't go out the front door, Jesus I haven't snuck out since like ever.”

“That was never my plan, we're going out the window.” Yoongi hopped out reaching his hand out to take yours, pulling you out. Your hands held the glass and you slid it down the furthest it would go. That was until you were interrupted by Yoongi pulling you to a motorbike. “I rented it out just for you, I have way more at home. I also just wanted to scare you a bit.”

“Ahh. I'm so scared. Let's go before she looks out the window.”

“Fine fine, hop on.”

🎸

You'd been in his hotel room for quiet a bit by now, just chilling with your idol. It was strange, this was a scenario you could only dream about. Yet it was now your reality, his arm around your waist pulling you in close to him on the couch.

“Can I let you in on a little secret?” Yoongi moved to where his lips brushed over your ears. You nodded. “I've wanted you so bad ever since I saw you during my set baby.” The way he let the word baby run off his tongue. Your panties instantly got damp. “Would you let me have you?”

“I umm. I haven't done that type of stuff before. I'm still a virgin- Plus I don't want to just be a one night stand thing…”

”Oh so that's the issue… shhhh don't worry, I’m not going to leave you high and dry, haven’t you always wanted to sleep with a rock star? Sleep with me?” Yoongis hand trailed down your chin his smile growing on his face. His thumb pushed down on your bottom lip.

You nodded shyly, watching Yoongi lean in, connecting both of your lips together. You hummed into the kiss, melting instantly. He wrapped both of his arms around your waist pulling you in even closer, both of your bodies heating the room instantly. He pulled away going to latch himself onto your neck, leaving a dark purple mark as he pulled away. “Take off everything, I want to see you.” Yoongi whispered huskily leaning back into the couch. You worked on taking off your clothes standing up to get everything off. Yoongi picked up one of his half burnt blunt and took a deep breath in, smoke billowing out of his mouth. Earlier he'd had this big smoke fest and you could've swore you were contact high at some point.

At this point you were fully naked and were just watching Yoongi slowly take off his shirt and jeans, only leaving himself in a pair of Calvin Kelin boxers, showing his dick imprint. He raised his hand motioning you over, and you did, almost in a trance as he took another hit groaning into the blunt itself. He grabbed your hand pulling you down on the couch and kissed you, pushing smoke into your mouth. You choked and gagged on the secondhand smoke, the experience burning your throat raw. You jerked away coughing harshly, yet Yoongi smirked at you setting the blunt on a ashtray nearby.

“Fuck that hurt huh? I'm sorry baby…” Yoongi said half dazed. “Pull off my boxers baby, I need to feel you.” You stopped heaving to go for Yoongis boxers, collapsing on the floor in front of him. Your knees bruised on impact making you hiss, your fingers hooking onto the band and you slowly pulled them down. His tip was flushed red and pre leaked down his length. Yoongi looked back down at you, hand reaching out to let your head. “Suck it baby.”

“I-I’ve never done this before…”

“That's alright, I can teach you. Wouldn't you like that?”

“Mmm…”

“Kiss the tip.” You reached up and kissed the head of his cock slowly. Yoongi hissed and moaned out his grip on your hair tightened. “Like that, just like that…” The whole experience felt weird, this isn't something that you usually do, your mom for starters wouldn't like this. Yet here you were in front of your dream man and you couldn't feel anything but a harsh distinction from your normal self. Yoongi pulled your hair snapping you out the mindless set of kisses you gave him. “Hey, Hey not to much, now lick the underside, then take it into your mouth.”

“Yoongi, I don't know about this… My mom doesn't even know that I'm out right now.” Yoongis hands went to your cheeks lifting your head up and bringing his down.

“You want this don't you. Don't you want me?”

“I'm just saying-”

“Don't question this, don't question what's destiny baby.” Yoongi let you go grabbing the blunt again. He took a deep puff and blew it on the top of your head, afterwards leaning down and planting a small kiss to the top of your head. Your hands trembled as you took him by the base of his length and licked the underside of his cock. Yoongi groaned and you kept going licking up pre and swirling your tongue around his head. You took a break and came for air. Then you began to take him down your throat. You instantly gagged but Yoongi held your head down, and began to fuck your face feverishly.

You began to beat on his thighs, looking down and seeing bruises beginning to form. But he just kept groaning and fucking your face. “I'm about to cum! I'm gonna fill that fucking face.” And he did, cum shooting down your throat. You pulled off your mouth having a weird cloud like feeling to it. The slime coated your tongue and you tried to scrape the feeling with your teeth. But Yoongi gave you no time to recuperate as he pulls you up by your underarms. He sat you next to him on the couch. His hand sat on your thigh and he leaned over to sit his head on your thighs. Moving your thighs and moved your body to be fully on the couch. He pulled your thighs apart and kissed on them feverishly.

“If I got to cum you gotta cum too baby… I want you to be just as happy as me. Plus I just love eating pussy.” He then dug his face in-between your thighs, kissing and sucking at your bud. You gasped out and bit down on your forearm, trying to keep quiet. But Yoongi looked up and grabbed at you, pulling the arm away. “Make all the noise you want, show me how good I make you feel.” He got back to work and groaned into your cunt. You could feel his tongue prod at your hole, beginning to tongue fuck you. His hands came to rub at your bud pushing you close to your release.

“Yoongi! I'm… I'm gonna-”

“Do it, do it for me.” Yoongi ordered sitting up to look deep into your eyes, his hand pressing down on your mound. You followed close in release, cumming all over his hand. Yoongi brought his hand to his mouth licking at your juices. “Fuck that tastes good.” Yoongi leaned down kissing you again and you looked past his head and saw the clock. It was damn near 2 in the morning. Your mom would definitely realize that you were gone but now.

“I have to get home, probably already knows I snuck out.” By reaching for your phone and looking at all the missed calls and texts from your mother.

Mom: Where are you honey?

Mom: Are you somewhere the house?

Mom: I know you snuck out, you left a damn crack in that window.

Mom: Pick up. The phone.

Mom: I'm not in the mood to play with you.

You freaked out even more slipping on your bra and dropping your phone. “I even smell like sex! I'm-” Tears welled up in your eyes. “She's going to kill me! I don't want to- want to-” You could barely finish your sentence.

“You don't have to go.”

“What… what are you even-”

“You can stay with me, think about it. Free of worries. Hanging with a Rock Star… Don't you want that? You've been wanting that. You told me, you want freedom.” Yoongi only slipped on his boxers and a robe he has strewn out in the room. He made his way over to your worried form. His hands massaged at your shoulders, head falling onto your shoulder. “I have everything ready, I just need your say so.”

He kissed your cheek and and his hands felt at your hips. “Really? You'd do that for me?”

“Really… baby I love you so much all I want is to live with you. Breathe in you. I want you so bad I want to die with you.” Yoongi whispered into your ear. “All that time you spent talking to me I've only fallen further and further in love with you.” He smiled continuing to kiss at your neck.

“I… I guess.”

“Then stop worrying baby, I'm here for you, I'll always be here for you.” Yoongi smiled at you popping off your bra once more. He reached around and gave you his jacket, motioning for you to get back on the couch. In which you did, the stress immediately coming off your back.

Maybe all you had to do was let him take the wheel for once.

🎸

At the airport you stood with Yoongi waiting for his private flight. He kept you close, hand around your waist every once and a while kissing the top of your head.

Yoongi couldn't be more happier. This was such a blissful peace. But his phone rang in his pocket disrupting that peace. “Yes?”

“It's been done boss, no trace of her or her mother.”

“Both are gone, never to be traced again?”

“Yes sir.”

“Thanks knew I could trust you guys.” Yoongi hung up tending back to you.

“Who was that?” You asked.

“Nothing you gotta worry that sweet little head about. Now come on we're going to be late for our flight.”

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beautifulpersonpeach · 6 months

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bpp lemme be sappy and incoherent for a min…

i saw this tiktok of bts’ solo era so far and i just wanna say that i’m glad that they know army doesn’t expect anything from them but music. GOOD MUSIC. like historically so many idols have gone on to do non music things after their peaks but bts knows that the core of their fandom are music fans. fans of THEIR music especially. bts as a whole prides themselves as being musicians and army prides ourselves as being fans of musicians.

idk. i guess i just wanted to appreciate how diverse this era has been musically and how proud i am of them doing the music they want even if i dont always enjoy it cuz someone else is bound to, yknow? i’m so freaking proud of their output. they’re amazing

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It just tugs on your heartstrings doesn’t it? Even Jin who doesn’t have a full album yet, the song he made with Coldplay in only a few months doesn’t feel rushed or half-assed. It feels like a (sappy) sweet letter (in Chris Martin’s ink) from a friend you’ll be seeing before too long.

From Hoseok producing the beauty that is Jack in the Box; to Joon’s archive of his 20s with some of the best collaborations for a Korean artist in Indigo; to Jimin’s episodic processing of the personal struggles he dealt with during the pandemic in FACE; to Yoongi’s culmination of the AGUST D trilogy in D-DAY; to Taehyung’s expression of the music that most feels like him in Layover; and finally, Jungkook pushing himself out of his comfort zone to make a full album in a language he doesn’t speak, showcasing his skill set of ever-improving vocal ability, in classic pop songs in several genres that he’s selected to showcase his personal taste.

All the boys have done well. The assignment was to serve music, and they’ve all delivered. Some songs are more my taste than others, but I can acknowledge the work they’ve all done and I respect it.

And this isn’t really what you’re talking about Anon, but please let me go on a short tangent here.

I’ve seen chatter here and there about how Jungkook isn’t mature in his interview answers. About how he apparently comes across as a clueless puppet who can’t articulate his views eloquently, but like I said about the discourse around Jimin’s apparent lack of contribution to BTS, or Jin’s apparent lack of skill - sometimes that criticism is warranted, but most of the time people who say things like this frankly have no idea what they’re talking about.

A few of you have sent me asks months back, to give my view on Jungkook the way I’ve done about Jimin, Yoongi, Hoseok etc recently. I didn’t answer because I was waiting for Golden. Now that the album’s out, I’m sitting with it and will respond to those asks before too long.

But before that, I want to draw attention to this excerpt from Jungkook’s interview in The Atlantic.

In my draft reply to the asks wanting me to talk about Jungkook, I start with saying he’s a very simple person. That’s both his charm and the thing that confuses a lot of people about him, because many of us are anything but simple, so when faced with a man like him living the life he’s living, some people respond with suspicion or bewilderment.

Simple motivations, simple words, simple considerations - this is what I’ve observed in JK for the past 10 years. He’s younger than all the members but no less intelligent that the rest of the guys on average. He knows how to communicate what he means, he just usually has a preference to do it simply, and that’s what he did in that paragraph.

I’m excited to see how he’s going to become a global pop star, even bigger than he is now, because he’s certainly got the talent and skill to show real results. I’m proud of all the projects the boys have put out so far.

By their own words, one point of Chapter 2 was to showcase their individual colours, to show the world who makes up a group like BTS, so people could more clearly see what each member brings to the table, while the guys push themselves to learn new things, expand their skillsets, and hone their individual artistry to create a stronger, more nimble group.

So far so good. It seems to be going according to plan despite everything lol. I’m excited to get Joon’s next work, PJM2, Hobi’s release, Jin’s album, and all the other goodies lined up for us in Chapter 2. It’s been a trip and it’s only going to get wilder.

#bts #jimin #Jungkook #jikook #Namjoon #Hoseok #Yoongi #Taehyung #SeokJin #bts chapter 2

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seraphiism · 1 year

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𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ( 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 )

( the past is gone ; the future is far away. WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF? )

chara : dan heng fandom : honkai star rail quote cr : agust d a/n : he is just a little guy . also i've played for like 2 hrs i love writing abt men i love yet have no idea who they are

THE PAST IS A DESIRE DEMON / A DEVIL IN DISGUISE : INTOXICATING, ALLURING, AND EVERYTHING HE THOUGHT HE ONCE SURVIVED. THE PAST IS AN ILLUSION, A DREAM, A RECKONING : THE WOOL PULLED OVER ONE'S EYES, AN OBSCURE SMOKESCREEN, AND THE INABILITY TO DISTINGUISH WHAT WAS REAL AND WHAT WAS NOT IN MEANS OF COPING WITH WHAT WAS LOST.

the past is something dan heng cannot escape. journey after journey, battle after battle, the tides grow in their cruelty, threaten to drown a dragon in the waves of penitence. there is something that lingers in the strings of the heart-- a memory waning, the bitter taste of rust on his tongue-- how it anchors him so, prays for a downfall that one deems deserved.

the past is not something dan heng wishes to remember, but he does, anyway, because somewhere, there is the breaking of a seemingly cold soul that reminds him that even he cannot ignore his own humanity. defeat the spirit and it will return even stronger, suppress the sins of the past and they will return with even more hatred and anguish.

somewhere, he's drowning.

his vision fills with a clear blue-- tranquil. silent. forlorn. a clear blue, a violent storm, the harsh ebb and flow, then a muddled mess of blue and black. everything distorts, turns into white noise. he cannot see, cannot hear, feels his senses being stolen away, left in a limbo of uncertainty. something presses against his chest. something is pressing down and down -- a slow descent, the rapid rise and fall in attempt to breathe breathe breathe BREATHE --

dan heng cannot regain himself. he shuts his eyes, reminds himself that there is a way out of all things. composure and focus aligned, he controls his breathing. in and out, inhale and exhale. deep breath. there is a way out of all things. there is no need to be afraid. the pressure eases. the weight is lighter, but remains present, but the sway of the waters persists, and he cannot stabilize himself, find harbor and safety in the tides.

he opens his eyes and the first thing he sees is you. his head throbs, the floor beneath him far from comfortable. he cannot remember much, not really, recalls fighting beast after beast before seeing you in danger. he has always been a protector, a shield, but even then, he does not think his heart has ever raced so quickly in the desperation of guarding another. how quick he was, covering your body with his in order to save you from harm's way.

--ah. he remembers it all now. the way you cried out for him, that terrifying pain that engulfed his body, the quiet relief he felt when he realized you were okay, then the losing of himself and the welcoming of darkness.

you hover over him, concern etched all over your features, scratches and bruises adorning your face. your hand lingers on his chest, desperate. you seek comfort in the knowing of a beating heart, a weak apology spilling from your lips for about -- well, everything. dan heng doesn't quite understand it all-- an apology for shaking him so hard in means to wake him ( and maybe that's what it was, that weight, the strange instability in the tides. it was you all along, trying to pull your lover from the depths of the sea ). another apology for letting him get hurt, then another for--

his body hurts. his limbs ache, but he will be alright. he has to be. he smiles despite the panic and adrenaline that continues to rush through your bloodstream, and the mere sight means more than you could ever tell him. your words cut short, voice nearly breaking, and you cry the moment he places his hand over yours.

he does not speak of love so casually, finds that actions speak louder than words. in the way he squeezes your hand, utmost ardor found in blue hues, there is the silent confirmation that he is alright, that he's here with you.

"thank you." you whisper, and there are so many things you wish to say, but the words lodge themselves in your throat, heavy with the realization of what could have been. "thank you, dan heng."

you repeat this like a mantra unheard, the tears shamelessly spilling. he doesn't like the sight, feels the guilt rest on heavy shoulders, so he sits up, holds your hand a little tighter before he pulls you into a hug. how warm your tears are, he thinks, when you bury your face into the crook of his neck, and how grateful he is that you are able to share this moment, even if you are both injured. it doesn't matter in the end, he supposes. you are both alive and together, and that's all he needs.

"i won't leave you." he tells you. "you have me until the end."

#honkai star rail #dan heng #dan heng x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #oh What The Hell this was supposed to be like . fluffy and short ANYWAY #sorry dan heng idk you but ive met u and thts all i need !!!!! hope you're in character king. blows kiss #i love him . apparently i love men w red eyeliner who are closed off emotionally. xiao . ais .#.: writing

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sugarwithtea · 1 year

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Fluff, check! Now it's time to hurt me with some heartbreaking angst lol I'm not ready

Can I request from the angst list #99 “It could’ve been worse, we could’ve fallen in love." with this Yoongi?

Or you don't have to use the picture at all, whatever you do will be amazing I'm sure! 🤩

i'd rather die | myg

more than a year has passed and now you need to confront your husband, even if it means endless pain for you, or not?

pairing : husband!yoongi x reader

rating / genre : pg-13 // angst, arranged marriage au

word count : 2.8k

warnings : swearing, kissing, drinking, crying and shouting.

authour's note : yayy. my first drabble from the milestone game :) this was an absolute treat to write rlly!! still i feel like the end is a little bit rushed? unedited, as always! prompt — "It could've been worse, we could've fallen in love." from this list.

mood : honsool - agust d & 死ぬのがいいわ - fuji kaze

masterlist

The tears won't stop.

You could feel yourself slipping away and had to take deep breaths to ground yourself to reality. Your mind was whirring with possibilities of what could have been and you try hard to shut them out, to not let them affect you now.

Yoongi was sitting at the bar with his phone in his hand, and swirling the glass of whiskey with the other. He still hadn't noticed you standing at the door with the paper in your hand, he still hadn't registered the heavy breaths coming from your direction.

So, you compose yourself, wipe your tears with the sleeve of your dress and enter the room where he sat all alone.

"Yoongi."

"Hm?" he doesn't look up from his phone and you take painfully slow steps towards him.

"Yoongi." you call out again, in your no-nonsense voice and he finally looks up.

In a still moment, you see various emotions flash through his eyes. From the ease and comfort to the tinge of surprise at last fading into the color of concern.

"Y/N?" not a question of why are you crying, a question of just your name. As if he is asking if you are still there or have already slipped away.

"Mom called."

"And? Is everything alright?" He is on the verge of fretting.

"18 months have passed already." and time stills as you see him straighten up, the look of concern overshadowed by one of realization.

18 months and 7 days ago, to be precise, you had tied the knot with Min Yoongi, the CEO of Min Technologies. Your parents had set you up with each other with the wish of an heir. Yoongi had a very unstable reputation, especially among the chaebols, and you were considered to be an outcast. So the best idea they considered was to put you two together, to save some face.

Your parents had kept your wish of becoming a writer instead of joining their company and you had been grateful for them. But they were no strangers to the ways of the higher class and they knew you needed to do something to retain your position in their circle. People gossiped, talked ill about your family and evidently, the words had affected your parents to a big extent. One that made them put a condition over your wishes to pursue your dreams.

You were meant to marry someone till your 27th birthday, someone who was approved by your family. Failing which they would be taking the matter in their own hands. Two and a half years ago you turned twenty seven, and two years ago they took you to a dinner with the Mins.

The stakes were, as they said at that time, not so high. You both were meant to marry each other, or else Yoongi's position as the CEO would be dissolved by the board, and your career taken away by your parents.

They had also given you an out. Which you don't know was beneficiary to you or not.

You both were expected to conceive an heir within 18 months of the marriage, failing which the marriage would be respectfully dissolved along with your respective careers. So basically, it was a threat.

A threat you failed to take seriously.

As now, 18 months later, you stand in front of each other, heirless, and with no sense of direction with your life.

It wasn't a sad marriage. You had your moments, ones which brought you close to each other. With the first few months spent bickering, you had become friends till your 1st year anniversary. But it was slow paced. And none of you were willing to have a kid in a loveless marriage.

A Loveless Marriage.

Or a marriage with you hopelessly gone for him in every way possible, but still restricting yourself from flinging yourselves in his arms and letting him know.

"Are, are those divorce papers?" his trembling voice breaks you out of your reverie and you look down at the papers clutched tightly in your hand.

"Yes."

He stands up slowly, taking his time. His eyes don't leave yours and you both stand at a hand's distance, his hand still clutching his seat for support and yours the paper for everything but support.

"Y/N." His voice is not more than a whisper, and you will your tears to not fall down.

"Hm?"

One thing which you were not sure about, was what he felt. Yes, you both had almost kissed the night you got high in your balcony, and yes he never forgot to cook you your favorite dishes whenever you were not in a good mood, and yes he even removed all the tulip vases from his billion dollar estate after finding out about your allergy the night of your marriage, but they were all things he did while staying completely closed off.

"We are friends now.'' he had said on the night of your birthday, ten months after your marriage, and treated you to a lovely dinner. But that's what you both ever were, friends. He was like a closed book and you trained your mind to perceive all his acts as platonic.

You look up at him with tears lining your eyes.

"Is this the end?"

All you do is nod. Not able to trust yourself to form coherent words.

In front of your eyes he falls back on his seat, still as a rock but his chest heaving and hand falling limp at his side.

"Really?" his voice doesn't shake this time, but you think you can hear the tremble.

"What other choice do we have, Yoongi?"

Even if for some reason, your marriage is prolonged. But what's the good out of it? You trust Yoongi, but you cannot trust him to not break your heart. You need to put up a strong front to break out of this arrangement, or else you'll be doomed to eventual misery, because even if his feelings for you grow later, you don't know what will happen. You can never be too hopeful and hurt yourselves.

"We can try to pursue them. To not break it off. To-"

"But why?" you splutter with wide eyes. "Why do we need to be together, Yoongi?"

He looks at you as if you offended him and a moment later, his head falls into his hands and he mindlessly starts grumbling at your outburst. You try to catch some words and all you can are 'I will lose everything.'

Now this angers you. You both were going to lose everything. He at least doesn't have to move. You'll have to get your old place back, and meanwhile stay with your parents with them hovering over you like vultures. You will lose the place you had made your home for more than a year, you will lose the job you had to fight everyone for. You will lose him.

"Really, Yoongi? You think you will be the one to lose everything. You think I am also not getting the bad end of the stick? You think it's only a matter of 'I' and not 'We'?" you almost shout at him and take a step backwards.

"Y/N." he looks up at you with his eyebrows furrowed.

"What? I am not getting anything good out of this. I will lose everything. A place to live, a career, my dream, my freedom, every fucking thing. I'll have to go back to my parents' house for some time and endure everything they will put on me for getting out of a marriage they so thoughtfully arranged." Your outburst has you gasping for air and he visibly flinches at the last word.

You take a few steps back, trying to compose your voice. Through your almost blurred, red vision, you see him standing up, his face set into an emotion that screams defense, interrogation, curiosity, and whatnot.

"Yoongi it's not only you who is going to suffer-"

"Then why are you so keen at getting out of this marriage?"

"What?"

"Why" he takes a step towards you and you take one back,"do" one more, "you" he is almost in front of you now "want to get a divorce?"

"So that you can set me free, from this relationship we so painfully call 'marriage'". you say in a level voice and glare at him.

"Weren't you going to lose your freedom, if you'll have to return back to your parents' house?"

"Atleast I won't have to pretend." you finally shout at him, with your body trembling and hands waving in exasperation.

His face blanches at your words. His hand which was pointing at you falls down and now he takes a step backwards. Your heart hurts when you see the same feeling flash through his eyes.

But it's the truth. You're tired now.

"Pretend what?" his voice is again shaky, and a whisper.

"That whatever is there between us, is okay, and we are all good."

"We are not?" you almost don't hear his voice, almost miss the question his completely mute voice asks you, vulnerably.

"Are we? Yoongi?" you take a deep breath when he goes back again, hints of tears lining his eyes and breath frantic.

You notice his fingers twitching at his side and your heart picks up its pace. It's one of his anxious traits you had picked up on. He was nervous, he was anxious, he was fucking on the verge of panicking.

"Yoongi, calm down." you take a tentative step towards him and he looks up at you with pure brokenness.

"Think of this positively," you try to console him and your next words are something that comes out mindlessly and it hurts you to say them.

"It could've been worse, we could've fallen in love."

A thunder ripples through the sky outside the window and the curtains swerve a little bit, letting in cold moonlight and illuminating Yoongi's face in the dim yellow light of the room. His features are shock ridden and immensely contorted into an emotion you vaguely make out to be,

Hurt.

"What?"

"I, we. It's good, it's better, you know." you stumble through your words as a lone year slips out of your left eye, and also his. But still you continue, "If we had fallen in love, it would have been hard to give this up. It's good that emotions are out of the way. Now all we have to pick up are the pieces of our broken dreams and not our," he inhales sharply at your words,"not our heart."

"We, we can get a way out. We don't have to end this. They are our parents. They, they will u-understand if we pursue them." he mindlessly mumbles, frantically, and you feel the oncoming panic once again.

"But why would we do that? Instead, let's find people we love. You can work your way up to the top again, Yoongi. Don't worry."

"You don't understand, Y/N." he is still mumbling and you realize he is drunk. He had been drinking. It's not a good time to have this conversation. You again take a step back.

"What?" cautiously, slowly you ask. Because even if you know his state, the red and blue you see in front of your eyes is way too opaque to let you see through it. You are in a blind state, while he is in a drunk one.

"I, I can't lose this."

"Again you are saying this? It will be okay. Oh my god why don't you understand that-"

"I can't lose you."

A whisper spoken into nothingness but it makes everything around you halt. What did he just say? He can't lose you? Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around?

"Huh?"

He looks away, at the window, tilts his chin up, and smiles wistfully.

You are confused. Very much. But his eyes crinkle at the ends and the air hits his face softly, caressing his hair that falls on his face. Your chest tightens up when you look at him seeming so lost, nostalgic, and in-

"I love watching your smile. It's a habit for me now. I love when you stand up for yourself in front of your parents. I feel so proud. Like yeah," one more tear falls from his eyes and his face contorts into a little bit of pain as he mindlessly points in your direction and continues,"that's my wife."

"Yoongi what-"

"I don't think I'll ever be able to bring tulips into my house again. I'd rather die than smell them and remember your pain-ridden face. If you go, I don't even know how I'll cook again."

The spinning of the world seems to come to a halt. Realization crashes over you in waves and your mind whirs to make sense of the words he has been speaking. If he means what you think he does. If it's real. You don't think you can absorb reality so well. You don't think you can see the one thing you always wished for to be true this painfully. It must be a mirage, yes it m-

"I love you."

You fall down on your knees.

Tears stream down your face but within a second Yoongi is by your side, with a shrill call of your name.

You don't hear anything but your heartbeat loudly in your ears as he wraps his arms around your trembling figure to keep you up straight. He presses your head against his chest carefully while you hiccup into his shirt, gasping for air.

"It's okay. It's okay. You are going, it's okay. We will be good. I'll manage. Don't, don't cry. I am sorry, I am so sorry," he cries and cries,"Y/N, don't cry because of me. I am so sorry for putting this upon you. Please go without any pain or worries. Or anger for me. I beg you to forgive me bab-"

"I love you."

You feel it. You feel how he goes completely still against you. You feel when you snake your hands around his torso, bringing him back to life. You feel when he tightens his arms around you and brings you even closer, if possible. You feel the ringing in your ears. You feel it all too well.

"Y/N?"

"I love you oh my god. I was scared. I thought you didn't love me. And I was tired of pretending I didn't, so I," you whimper and his trembling cheek rests atop your head. So you sigh in his comfort and continue,"I thought walking away would be the best thing."

"I am sorry."

Yet again?

You pull away a little bit to look up at him.

"Why?"

"For making you feel like this."

What does that even mean? You furrow your eyebrows when he tips his forehead against yours.

"You made me feel safe, Yoongi. You made me feel like I was living in a garden with nothing but the sweet essence of the flowers and the cool breeze of bliss. You made me feel like myself."

A tear makes its way down his closed eyes.

"But I also made you feel unsure, insecure. I made you feel like you had to walk away from me for our sake. I am sorry."

You laugh at the irony of the moment. A while ago you were sorry for chaining him into a meaningless bond and now he is sorry for making you feel sorry.

"Please don't-"

Your lips swallow his next words.

His grip on you gets tighter when he comes down from the shock of your lips on his. You tug at him and start moving your lips against him slowly, carefully, worried he might break under your burden if you give him too much of it. He sighs into your mouth and reciprocates your actions with a new found vigor. His actions are similar, slow and careful. But heavily sprinkled with the ingredient love.

Heaven falls upon you as you feel yourself getting lost in his taste. Your tongues are out of the picture but still you feel like you might die by the intensity with which your whole body lights up with fireworks. His lips swallow any traces of pain from yours and his grip on you keeps on getting tighter as if you might slip away any second if he lets you loose. Which you might, cause you cannot feel the ground beneath your knees. You recognise the whiskey lingering over his lips faintly and almost cry out.

But alas, even heaven is not forever and you break away to catch air.

He smiles at you, with traces of tears on his cheeks which no longer are significant. Still, you wipe at them with your thumb as his eyelids flutter shut.

"Love." he sighs as he calls you.

You. His love.

You laugh through your tears when you say your next words.

"You can never get rid of me, hubby."

He opens his eyes and nudges your nose with his endearingly.

"I don't even want to. Wifey."

— hii. i haven't proofread it, because i was way too tired today, but i really hope that you like it hehe!!

🧸 please let me know what you think of this by reblogs, comments and asks, as feedback is highly appreciated as always. 🤍 (also, no taglist for requests)

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rapmonie2047 · 1 year

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Valentine’s Day - MYG

pairing: min yoongi x y/n

genre: fluff, a little suggestive, but really not that much

rating: pg

notes: this is the first drabble i have ever written, so i’m sorry if it sucks lol. not proof read.

plot: y/n has a sweet surprise for yoongi, who has been working so hard, he forgot it was valentine’s day.

The live ended, making you scramble to finish decorating the cake and cleaning up the giant mess that you left in the kitchen. Your phone dings with a new text message from your lovely fiance, Min Yoongi.

“Just finished the live. I’m so tired, but I’m on my way home. Love you x”

The short, but sweet, message only serves to make you even more nervous. Yoongi has been so stressed lately with preparations for the Agust D tour that he just announced, and he needs something to help lift his spirits. Today, well technically yesterday, is Valentine’s Day, a day that you and Yoongi never cared much for, but you felt a little celebration would be fun for the both of you.

The idea for this celebration came earlier today, meaning that you only had several hours to get everything set up. You quickly baked a red velvet cake that you cut into a heart, and tried, emphasis on tried, to decorate it with a cream cheese frosting you bought at the store. There was no time to let it cool down completely before decorating, so the frosting was starting to drip down the sides in an ugly mess. It should taste good, at least. At least, you hope.

The next fifteen minutes passed in a blur, and the second you finished wiping down the countertop, the sound of the front door unlocking comes your way. Yoongi, thinking you were asleep due to the late hour, quietly took off his shoes and rushed towards the bedroom to cuddle you while he fell asleep. His journey to your room was quickly cut short when he noticed the light on in the kitchen and the smell of sweet treats filled his nose.

“Jagi?” He walks into the kitchen and sees you with a messy apron on, some frosting on your cheek you probably didn’t even notice was there, and a kind of sad looking cake next to two forks on the counter. “What’s going on?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Yoongs!!” You exclaimed as you walked over to give him a hug.

Yoongi, not even caring about the frosting that might get onto his clothes, eagerly hugs you back. “I didn’t know you wanted to celebrate or else I would have bought you something.”

“You didn’t have to, love. I know you’ve been working so hard on preparing for your tour, I just wanted to surprise you and show you how much I care about you.”

Yoongi chuckles as he pulls back and wipes the frosting off your cheek, holding his finger out for you to show you what was on your face. In an effort to catch him off guard, you slowly wrap your lips around his thumb and gently suck the frosting off. He groans in surprise, “Y/n, you don’t know what you do to me. Thank you for this. I love you.”

“Love you too, baby,” you laugh with him. “Come on, lets go eat this cake, and then straight to bed you go. We need Agust D in tip top shape for his tour!” You take off your apron and drag Yoongi over to the cake, handing him a fork and starting to dig in.

“What the hell happened to this cake?”

“Shhhh. Just eat.”

#bts #bts drabble #min yoongi #agustd #valentines day #bts one shot #y/n #yoongi x y/n #bts army #bts fluff #bts imagine #bangtan army #bangtan sonyeondan

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fruitmins · 7 months

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Agust Dad—Seven

➭genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au

➭warnings: slight angst + slight fluff??, mention of nausea, rushed to edit this so might have mistakes

note: it’s 1AM but I don’t careee. my masterlist is coming soon. so many people have birthday’s in October, shoutout to all the October ARMY’s 🫶🏽 thank you EVERYONE for being patient with me

Pain.

Your head is pounding and thumping in your ears.

As you slowly come to, you feel nauseous and dizzy. And it only worsens when you slowly try to lift your heavy eyelids. You slowly open your eyes, your vision cloudy and your mind foggy. You try to look around the bright room, which immediately makes your headache worse as the light makes it more difficult to see.

You blink away the sleepiness from your eyes, and as your vision starts to come into focus, you realize you're lying down.

You slowly come to the realization that you're in a hospital bed, hooked up to tubes and IVs. A faint buzzing noise fills your ears.

You try to move, but your body is completely paralysed. A cold breeze cuts through you, making your teeth chatter and your bones ache.

You’re confused and scared and worst of all, your memory starts to come back.

As the memories of the last few days come flooding back into your mind, you remember the overwhelming anxiety you felt. You feel the nausea increase as you remember the events before you passed out. The fans picking your body apart, speculating about your pregnancy, calling you various cruel names.

You suddenly feel cold, so cold that your teeth practically click. You shiver, your body struggling to retain some sort of warmth. A sense of dread washes over you as you think about what might have happened while you were unconscious.

Underneath all of the icy breeze, your feel some of your skin warmer than the other part of your body.

You look down in the hospital bed you’re lying in. You don’t have a blanket, so when you find the source of the warmth your eyes widen.

Yoongi is there.

Right next to you, fast asleep on your legs, his hand rests on your stomach. You don’t know how long you’ve been in the hospital, or how long he has been with you, but he looks exhausted.

i’m here now

Despite how peaceful he looks while sleeping, there are clear eye bags under his eyes. And you swear you see some dry tears on his clear skin.

Your heart leaps at the sight of Yoongi, the sight of him in tears and looking exhausted breaking your heart.

You want to call out to him, but you're unable to speak. Your throat itchy and closed up.

The machines attached to your body beep and emit various sounds as the data they measure gets recorded and updated.

Yoongi shifts slightly, his eyes opening to reveal tired and puffy eyes, the marks of a man who hasn't slept in days. He sits up slightly, his eyes widening when he looks up at you and he realizes you're awake.

My throat closes even more at the sight of him slowly waking up. It’s a dangerously beautiful sight.

His beautiful eyes fluttering as they slowly open and look at you. The slow realization that you were wake. You don’t like how your heart flutters at the thought of him worrying about you. But it does.

“Y/N..?” His voice is soft and quiet sounding relieved but heavily concerned.

“What happened?” You manage to choke out in a shaky hoarse voice, staring back at him with your own widened eyes.

Yoongi's eyes flicker with worry as he sees the state you're in. Your voice is hoarse and your throat is sore, making you sound like you've been screaming for hours.

"Y/N..." Yoongi says softly again, getting to his feet and moving next to you slightly frantic.

"I should have expected this," he mumbles, his shoulders sinking. "You were already at your limit, trying to keep our relationship a secret. I should have warned Jin or something.." he can’t even look you in the face as he talks.

“I-It wasn’t your fault..” your voice is scratchy and shriveled so you’re not surprised when he still doesn’t relax in the slightest. But he couldn’t have known this would happen.

Even though he is stood up at the side of your bed, his hand stays gently planted on your stomach.

You remember the intense pain you felt before passing out. The sharp stab you felt that left you breathless.

“I-Is the baby okay?” You ask cautiously, almost scared to hear the answer and slightly panicked. You’d never forgive yourself if anything happened.

Yoongi hesitates, looking at you before nodding carefully. "The baby seems to be okay, thankfully."

Relief washes over you, and Yoongi takes a minute to let you digest the words and let you breathe before speaking again. "The doctors wanted to run a few tests, to make sure the baby is healthy. And we did, and thankfully, the baby is safe. But you’re gonna be here for a couple days to make sure.”

Yoongi looks at you, his gaze is full of relief but behind it all, you can see the beginnings of sadness and guilt. "It's not easy, Y/N, to watch you struggle like this." He pauses to collect himself, and your heart races at his words.

After all of the early mornings you spent together, after all of the things he has done for you so far. You can’t help but feel fuzzy inside. You can’t help but feel wanted and safe around him, despite how you felt earlier into your pregnancy.

You open your mouth to speak again, but he stops you quickly. “Wait—“ he says before walking to a nearby counter and grabbing a water bottle. It’s open, but it’s still almost completely full. He had been so stressed he wasn’t drinking water..?

He gets up and hands it to you, before sitting back down in the chair that he was by your legs. You quickly gulp down the water, clenching your thirst and your dry throat.

“Thank you..” you mumble with a cough as he gently takes the empty bottle out of your hands and helps you sit up. “How long have I been out for?”

Yoongi's eyes flicker as he tries to remember. "It's been a few days since we admitted you," he says carefully, trying to keep his voice gentle. "But they said you were dehydrated and exhausted, so they wanted to run some tests and keep you on observation."

“And I’ll be here for you every step of the wa—“ his voice is cut off by his phone ringing loudly. His head snaps to his pocket, an angry expression flashing on his face as he pulls it out of his pocket.

He takes a look at the caller ID and his angry quickly flashes to sadness. “It’s Jin..” he says, looking back up at you and you feel your heart get heavy.

Undoubtedly he was feeling guilty about the whole thing. He was nice to you even before the entire thing and has helped you in many ways.

He declines the call, but you can see his fingers swiftly typing away before putting it back in his pocket.

The sight of his phone brings you back to a harsh reality of what was going on while you’ve been unconscious. Or what you don’t know is going on while you’ve been unconscious.

“Have you seen..the media?” You ask in a low cautious tone. Yoongi sighs heavily in return, his head falling a bit. "Yeah," he says quietly. "The media is in a frenzy."

He shakes his head, his voice low and filled with sadness. "Twitter is going crazy. We're still a trending topic." he says softly, his tone is serious, and it sinks into your head how bad the situation might be.

"It's... not good," he says softly. "People are calling you names for keeping the baby, and they're not being very nice to me either. They're speculating how I feel about it, suggesting that I don’t care about you since I wasn’t standing next to you.“ His voice is filled with disappointment, and slight rage for accusing him of not caring for you.

You can’t help but feel guilty about the whole situation. You can’t imagine how much trouble he must be in with the company, how he must feel about his own fans turning on him.

You let out a shaky breath as you look down at your lap. Hormones kick in, and tears start to build in your eyes. You feel so overwhelmed by everything, even slightly guilty that this all took away from Jin’s big moment.

Despite being at such a low point in your life, Yoongi being here made it better.

"Hey..." Yoongi says softly, noticing you cry. “Don't worry yourself with what these people say. You're doing nothing wrong. We’re gonna focus on you and nothing else.”

He smiles at you, trying to help make you feel better. "I'll get you some food and a blanket."

He stands up and heads to leave the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more.

Yoongi walks back into the room minutes later, carrying a blanket over his shoulder and a small tray in his other hand. He hands you the blanket and sets the tray down next to you.

On the tray is a small container of soup, a cup of tea, and a few small pieces of bread. It's nothing special, but with the stress you've been going through, it might be what you need.

Yoongi sits down on the bed next to you and looks at you with concern. "Do you need anything else?" he asks softly.

“No, but thank you.” You say softly as you start to sip on the soup, looking down as you ate to avoid more butterflies in your stomach.

Yoongi watches you eat, his eyes flickering with concern as he studies the way you move. You look so frail and exhausted, and he hates seeing you like this.

"It's no problem," he says, his tone light and calming.

He looks at you with a small smile, his face expressing the feeling of satisfaction that he's able to take care of you.

A couple of minutes of silence, and he doesn’t even glance down at his phone once, despite the constant buzzing.

There’s a soft knock on the door as you’re slowly eating and a nurse pops her head through the door.

Yoongi's eyes widen as he sees the female nurse walk into the room, followed by the unmistakable form of Jin behind her.

"Jin..." Yoongi says slowly in a greeting, looking over at him. He looks almost as bad as Yoongi, if not worse. You notice how exhausted Jin looks. His eyes are dull and lifeless, and there seems to be something weighing on him. You hated that you were right about him feeling guilty.

"Are you okay?" Jin asks gently, stepping forward into the room and closing the door.

“I’m okay, thank you.” You respond with a slight smile, trying to clear up his gloomy state but it doesn’t help much. He’s bright smile is replaced by a small weak one.

“The rest of the members wanted to come, but I told them you would probably be overwhelmed..” Jin says softly.

He looks at Jin and smiles again. "Thank you for coming all the way here just to check up on her."

Jin nods, his tone more somber as the stress of the situation settles on his shoulders. "I'm just glad you're up and alright. How are you feeling?"

“Better..” you mumble as the doctor clears her throat. “We’re gonna do an ultrasound now that you’re awake. And since you’re about 21 weeks along you have the option to know what the gender is if you want.” She says happily with a smile.

Yoongi listens to the doctor in silence, his eyes flickering towards you and the doctor. When she's done speaking, he gently touches his fingers to yours, squeezing them.

He leans close, his voice almost a whisper. "Whatever you decide, I'll support your decision," he says, his voice barely audible and filled with a bit of anxiety.

You glance away from him, hoping you’re not blushing by how close he is and your eyes find Jin’s. You take a pause to think about it before answering. “I think it should be a surprise for us.. So Jin can through an awesome gender reveal party.” You say with a warm smile.

Yoongi smiles slightly, and the tension is lifted a bit. "I think that's a good idea," he says softly.

Jin looks between the both of you with a small smile, taken aback by the request at first but you can see his eyes brighten a bit. "I'll do my best to plan the most extravagant party you've ever seen," he says, his voice filled with excitement.

Yoongi looks at the doctor, seeing if she has anything else to say before he nods towards her. "Can we begin?"

"Of course," she says, gesturing for you to move to the ultrasound machine.

Yoongi gently helps you move towards it, positioning you on the bed so the ultrasound machine can get a better image of you and the baby.

But of course, now you and Yoongi can’t see the baby to reveal it’s gender so the two of you close your eyes as she examines the baby. It feels like only a few seconds passed before she leaves the room with Jin, assuring you two that the baby was okay but telling you to take it slow for a week or two.

Yoongi moves out of the way and opens his eyes once the nurse and Jin leave, looking towards you. "How are you feeling?" he asks softly, making sure you're okay.

You notice the relief on his face as you open your eyes, and you smile slightly, happy that you're both okay and the baby's healthy.

“Better.” You say again, this time more warmly and lightly. The slight change in your tone brings a warm smile to Yoongi's face.

"Good," he says softly, taking your hand. "The baby's doing alright, thankfully. You need rest, though," he tells you, his voice calm and gentle. "We'll talk more once you've gotten some sleep."

“Okay..” You say with a small nod, knowing that you still felt weak and cold. Now that you knew the baby was well, you were gonna trend very carefully.

Yoongi looks like he wants to say something more, debating with himself before letting out a sigh. “This is gonna sound stupid, but I heard somewhere that by this stage, babies can hear.”

You glance up at him curiously as he said this. It makes you intrigued that he was even reading about it. “And I thought it would be cool, if the baby heard the song we worked on together.”

Your eyes widen at his words. You’re undoubtedly flushed now, but Yoongi can’t tell because he is to busy avoiding your eyes.

“It’s stupid.” He groans to himself once he hears your silence but you quickly snap out of your thoughts and quickly shake your head.

“No, no. It’s sweet. It might actually help me fall asleep.” You reply softly and Yoongi glances over at you, raising an eyebrow at you suspiciously.

You let out a small chuckle at his stunned reaction. “I’m serious.” You mumble and he takes a small moment to study you before silently pulling out his phone and pulling up the song.

You lean back against the hospital bed, yawning softly as you do and seconds later you hear the song start playing. He sits down and scoots the chair closer to you, closer to your stomach.

Memories flood your head about your time working on the song with him as you close your eyes. How easy it was working with Yoongi, listening to the whole album, and of the party as a result. Memories you blocked out a long time ago.

But memories you know longer wanted to hide from. Memories you now cherished.

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Blackthorn Ch 9 | M.YG

The Secrets Plan - It had rained enough for those that resided in the royal palace. It was time for the Prince and Princess to hear each other out.

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As things in the palace started to change, the Prince noticed that he had not seen any of the Princess’ handmaidens, nor had he heard any whispers of the Princess’ wellbeing. It worried him and caused a knot to form in his stomach that grew larger and larger each day that he did not see or speak to the Princess.

During one of his breaks, the Prince managed to sneak out from under Hoseok’s watchful eyes and hurried to the Princess’ chambers. If she refused to talk to him or turned him away, the Prince was fine with that. He just had to make sure that the Princess was okay, that she was still within arms reach. The deep grey of the Prince’s robe caught the attention of the guards that were patrolling the hallways and the Prince paid them no mind. As he reached the Princess’ chambers, the Prince noticed that Jooheon and Chan were not posted at the door. Instead there were two guards that the Prince did not recognize.

Upon seeing the Prince, the guards bowed and gold started to melt into the brown-black of his eyes. Prince Yoongi’s nails started to blacken and slowly went from dull to sharp as he glared at the unknown guards.

“Where are Chan and Jooheon?” The Prince’s words were forced, the sound warped as he tried to control the growl that sat in the base of his throat.

The blood in the guard’s faces rushed to their feet at the Prince’s question, and in the blink of an eye, Hoseok stood between the Prince and the guards. His eyes were a blazing fire and his skin was too hot to touch, faint traces of smoke rising from under his black robes as he clicked his tongue at the Prince.

“Why don’t we step away, yes?” Hoseok jerked his head in the direction that he wanted the Prince to walk and he flashed a wide smile at the guards. “Keep up the good work!”

Hoseok turned his attention back to the Prince who had stalked off in another direction and he hurried to his side. As they turned the corner, Prince Yoongi grabbed Hoseok by the shoulders and slammed him into the wall. Dark smoke spilled from his mouth as he breathed heavily and his eyes were narrowed as his face twisted into a scowl.

“Oh, give the fireworks a rest!” Hoseok hissed and pushed at the Prince’s chest to put distance between them. “The Princess is fine, no need for theatrics.”

“Where. Is. She.”

“Safe…” Hoseok sighed and ran and hand through his hair and the Prince flashed his fangs. “In light of Agust’s appearance, your parents thought it best to put some distance between the two of you.”

“They threw her out of the palace?” The Prince staggered back at Hoseok's words and Hoseok stared at him with wide eyes.

“What? No, no. Stop it, you misunderstand my words.” Hoseok pushed himself off the wall and placed a hand on the Prince’s shoulder. “The Princess is still within the palace walls and she is safe. Now that we all know the Princess is to be yours, we’ve added protection for the sake of the First Princess.”

“Where is she?” The Prince rolled his shoulder to knock Hoseok’s hand off and looked up and down the hall. “Where have my parents moved the Princess?”

“I do not think it wise for you to know her location at this time, your Highness…” Hoseok saw the way Prince Yoongi’s face pinched before it fell into nothing. “I-I am sorry, Yoongi, but I agree with your parents. It is for both your interests that you stay away from each other for a little while.”

Prince Yoongi’s shoulders dropped and he balled his hands into fists. The black claws were gone and the fangs had ebbed away; all that was left was a faint ring of gold around his irises. The Prince stepped away from Hoseok and scratched at the scales on his jawline as he pouted.

“Yoongi?”

The Prince cleared his throat and swallowed past the overwhelming fear that refused to leave. It was an unfamiliar feeling. The Prince was not not used to being told no or having his demands ignored. Not that the Prince asked for much to begin with. Prince Yoongi cleared his throat for a second time and smoothed his hand over his robes. The golden four-toed dragon that was embroidered in the center glittered in the dim light.

“Give Seokjin my apologies, I am feeling unwell and will retire to my chambers.”

Hoseok stopped a guard that was walking by and assigned him to be the Prince’s guard on the way back to his chambers. Hoseok bowed low as the Prince turned and walked away without another word spoken. Hoseok ran his tongue over his teeth, climbed out the nearest window, and scaled the side of the palace until he sat on the roof. He lifted his fingers to his mouth and whistled into the air. A few moments later, a large black eagle flew his way and landed on Hoseok’s outstretched arm.

“The Prince has learned of the Princess’ new accommodations and he is on edge. I implore your Majesty, grant his Highness access to the Princess…even for a moment.”

Hoseok raised his arm and sent the eagle off before he looked over the courtyard of the palace. From the rooftop, Hoseok could see everything. He saw all six gardens, and when he turned to face the seventh garden, Hoseok bit his lip in thought. If the Emperor and Empress would not grant the Prince access to the Princess, he would have to take matters into his own hands.

The Emperor and Empress sat in their chambers across from each other as they looked through multiple hand painted scrolls from various renowned artisans for a wedding gift fit for the First Princess. The Emperor thought a handcrafted hair ornament would be perfect with a custom hanfu. The Empress thought the idea was good but she knew they could do better. Jewelry was nice as well as clothing, but the Empress knew the Princess deserved more than nice. As she set aside another scroll, there was a knock at the door and the Emperor huffed as he threw the scroll in his hand to the table.

“Come in!” The Emperor shouted, annoyed by the brief interruption. He looked away from the never ending pile of scrolls and watched as the Empress’ bird handler, Feno walked in with Ussik on her arm.

“What news do you bring, Feno?” The Emperor questioned as he eyed the large black eagle with weary eyes.

Feno bowed to the Emperor before she turned her attention to the Empress. “Lieutenant Jung sent a message about His Highness.”

The Empress’ face twisted into a frown as she held her hand out for the message and she read over it quietly while the Emperor waited across from her. Empress Min clicked her tongue and went to wave Feno away but she stopped for a moment.

“How is Ussik? Has she been well?”

“Lieutenant Jung has not requested any strenuous duty from her, so Ussik is happy and content for now.” Feno scratched beneath the bird’s beak and grinned.

The Empress smiled and nodded her head before she dismissed Feno and Ussik. Emperor Min waited until the door was closed until he crossed his arms over his chest with a grumble.

“I swear that bird is plotting my demise.”

Empress Min laughed and tapped her nails on the table top. “Ussik is a highly intelligent aves. She would never hurt you, my heart.”

“What news has Hosoek given us?” The Emperor changed the subject and Empress Min giggled before she cleared her throat.

“It seems we have less time to let the young ones adjust to the news of their engagement. Our dear hatchling has found out that the Princess is no longer within our walls.”

Emperor Min’s eyes widened and he groaned as he started to rub his temples. “How much of the palace has been reduced to rubble?”

“Have faith in Hoseok, my heart. He was able to stop Yoongi from causing any major damage and saved two guards while doing so.”

“Was it our son or Agust?”

“Agust was below the surface much like he was when Yoongi requested an audience with us.”

Emperor Min hissed low in the throat and clenched his fists. “What else did Hoseok report?”

“Hoseok is requesting that we allow them to meet.”

“Do you think that wise, dearheart?”

Empress Min pressed her lips into a thin line and thought over the different outcomes of the Prince and the Princess meeting so soon after the announcement. Did they really have much choice in the matter? The young royals would have had to see each other no matter what. Maybe if it felt like they were in control, things would turn out for the best? There were two unknown factors at play, Agust and Ceyeh. While the Empress remembered her dear friend, she did not fully know what happened between Ceyeh and Agust all those centuries ago.

“Soulmates are rare and I wish nothing more than to grant them a new time to foster their love, however-”

Empress Min rose to her feet suddenly and exclaimed in joy, “Love birds!”

“P-Pardon?” Emperor Min stared at his wife confused and she started to ramble happily.

“We will give the Princess a pair of love birds, it is the perfect gift to remind Ceyeh of what was and to help the Princess realize what could be in the future.”

The Empress’ eyes were sparkling as she spoke and Emperor Min found himself wholeheartedly endeared by his wife’s enthusiasm.

“Love birds, you say?” The Emperor tried to recall what he knew of the bird and he couldn’t find fault in the Empress’ logic. Since the Princess had a bird spirit inside of her, she would form a connection with the bird faster and maybe she wouldn’t feel so alone. Or, seeing the two birds happy together would push her into the arms of the Prince. “Very well, we shall grant the Princess the best pair of love birds.”

“As a handler, I am sure Feno is the most knowledgeable on the subject.” Empress Min looked towards the door and grinned, her forked tongue peaked out. “Call for Feno, we will discuss everything with her!”

“Eunkyung, now wait for just a moment.” Emperor Min stood to his feet and gently grabbed his wife’s wrists in his hands. “I understand your excitement but we still have other matters to discuss that can no longer be ignored.”

The glittering light in the Empress’ eyes started to dim and Emperor Min frowned. “Dearheart…will we allow for the Prince and Princess to meet once again?”

“We have created a rift between the two, it would be best to let them fix it in time-”

“Time is not on our side, dearheart.”

Empress Min nodded her head with a sigh. “Do we know anything about the seventh garden? What has Yoongi chosen to give the Princess?”

“That is something that even I do not know.”

“Very well.” Empress Min stepped into the Emperor’s arms and rested her forehead against his chest. “We allow for them to meet on our terms without either of them knowing we were involved.”

“A wise decision.”

Empress Min hissed playfully under her breath and Emperor Min kissed the top of her head. “I will send word to Hoseok and Aga once we figure out what the best course of action would be or would you prefer to have them both involved?”

The Princess’ lessons went by without any issues. She struggled with a few dance steps and her penmanship needed work, but overall her tutors were pleased. Nine days had passed since the Prince found out that the Princess was no longer within the palace but still on the grounds. Prince Yoongi spent his time at the training ground with Aga or by himself at the lotus pond where the lemming ducklings cuddled into his lap. It was a bittersweet memory that hung around the pound like a ghost that refused to pass on, but it was a memory that the Prince cherished nonetheless.

The weather as of late had been better. The dark storm clouds and heavy rain were gone, replaced with radiant sun rays and peaceful skies. He would not admit it out loud, but it hurt the Prince’s heart to think that the Princess was doing well without him by her side. Had their friendship meant so little? Was he nothing but a way to pass the time?

Outside, the Prince stood at the edge of the lotus pond. The lemming ducklings were away with their mother and the air was sweet with floral scents. His blond hair was pulled high on top of his head, not a single hair out of place as it was pinned in place with an intricate golden donggot; a dragon with ruby eyes and pink crystal cherry blossoms clutched in its mouth was carved at the end. Three small and simple golden hoops clung to the Prince’s ears while a single earring hung from his left lobe, five emerald teardrops set in gold.

He wore a white yi - cross collared robe - underneath a black robe that had a thin, pale green strip on the hemming of the collar with a pale green and black ombre pleated skirt that fell past his feet with a bamboo pattern at the bottom. A black, silk asymmetrical robe was worn over everything to complete the hanfu. A golden four-toed-dragon was embroidered on the lower center of the robe on the back with wisps of golden smoke that spread all over the robe onto the wide sleeves and around the waist. Prince Yoongi’s black shoes were covered by his skirt but whenever he took a step the dull toe of his shoes would show.

A small, rectangle shaped box covered in a beautiful mother of pearl dragon on the lid was tucked under the Prince’s arm as he plopped himself onto the ground. Hoseok stood in the distance, his black robes replaced with slate blue and grey fabric that created a seamless blend between soft and rugged. He kept his eyes trained on the Prince but kept his distance. He knew the Prince needed time to himself.

The Prince lifted the lid of the box and the sweet scent of honey and tangerines assaulted his nose. The Prince’s eyes fluttered shut as he breathed in the scent that brought him such comfort, and when he opened his eyes, his heart squeezed painfully in his chest. Inside the box were the letters that the Princess had sent him over the years, neatly folded and kept safe. The folds were a little worn from the amount of time that the Prince had unfolded and folded the pieces of paper, but the scent and thoughts of the Princess were still there intact.

Carefully, the Prince plucked a letter from the box and slowly unfolded it in his hands. His eyes darted over the paper as he silently read the written words of the Princess and he smiled, a gesture that didn’t reach his eyes and looked too heavy for his face to hold.

My Prince,

I am counting down the days until we can finally meet. I pray that you won’t regret befriending me after all this time. The palace is so alive; my trip to your nation is on the lips of every person. Mother is worried about sending me alone., I overheard her speaking with Father about granting me my very own guard. I hope it isn’t Dingani, Father’s most trusted warrior. I have never seen that man smile and he scares me.

I will admit it only to you, my prince. I hope to be by your side for a long time as we lead our nation's side-by-side together. What luck has blessed my family to be considered allies to the Min Empire? May many tales be shared of our victories and joys. May the ever-bright sun continue to bathe you in its golden hues.

Well wishes, your friend,

Princess Keena

In the room for the Princess’ lessons, Mingi stepped away from the wall and rolled his shoulders. “Your Highness, would you like to have lunch in or outdoors today? The weather is pleasant enough if you would like to sit by the water.”

Princess Keena rose to her feet and dusted off her pale green, grey and cream striped iro. The solid cream blouse wasn’t too wrinkled from the last lesson and the Princess smiled. “I did not see any water outside of the pond in the courtyard.”

Mingi grinned and offered his arm. “We are not very far from the main koi pond and there is a gazebo by it as well.”

“It is outside of these walls.” The Princess chewed on the inside of her cheek as she looked down at her grey colored shoes. The loose braids that hung from her top bun fell in her face and Mingi stepped closer to her.

“I swear on my honor that I will not let a soul pass me nor speak to you unless you allow it.” Mingi’s words were sure and sound as he stared down at the Princess and she straightened her posture before she gave a single nod of her head; the golden hoops on her ears swung with the movement.

“On your honor?”

Mingi grinned and offered his hand again. “On my honor.”

Princess Keena clicked her tongue and placed her hand on Mingi’s wrist, the gold rings on her fingers cool against his bare skin. “Lead the way.”

Mingi led the Princess from the room and once they reached the front door of the butterfly house, the Princess hesitated. Mingi offered her a gentle smile and slid open the door. “Chan and Jooheon will come with us. You can count on us.”

The Princess thought of Chan with his blue hair and cold brown eyes that warmed the moment he smiled and of Jooheon with his bright orange hair and pale green eyes who didn’t speak much, but when he did he was cracking jokes. The Princess took in Mingi’s white and yellow hair, his striking green eyes and the twist of his mouth that hinted at the great unknown. These were the men that swore themselves to her, they were on the Princess’ side no matter what. Princess Keena inhaled deeply and stepped through the front door with her head held high.

The air was warm but not sweltering with the sweetness of flowers in the wind. Mingi and the Princess walked towards the main gate that led to the outside of the butterfly house and Princess Keena grabbed hold of Mingi’s arm.

“Open the gate!” Mingi called out and shortly after, the gates opened outward to reveal green, green and more green with a splatter of color thanks to different flowers that bloomed. Chan grinned when he saw the Princess and bowed his head. Jooheon bowed as well and cocked his head to the side.

“Finally going outside?”

“Jooheon!” Mingi and Chan both scolded the man and the Princess gave a shy nod of her head in response.

Jooheon’s smile softened and he noticed that Kai was still bowing. “Get up and say hello to her Highness.”

Kai rose to his full height and the Princess bowed her head before she offered the new guard a smile “Thank you for working so hard. It is deeply appreciated.”

Kai’s red eyes widened and he bowed again “It is an honor to guard you, Your Highness.”

Princess Keena smiled and looked at Mingi who had rolled his eyes playfully. “Chan. Have Wonho guard the gates with Kai. San will be fine with Minho doing patrol.” Mingi ordered and the men looked at him confused. Mingi clicked his tongue and ran a hand through his hair. “The two of you are coming with me to guard the Princess.”

“Where is Aga?” The Princess questioned once it dawned on her that Aga had not been mentioned at all.

“He should be finishing up with training. Would you prefer to wait for him before we leave?” Mingi looked at the Princess and she shook her head.

“No. I trust you and my lunch break is wasting away.”

Chan chuckled and stepped into the walls of the butterfly house. He whistled loudly and a few short moments later San, Wonho and Minho were all standing before him.

“The Princess is stepping out for some air. Wonho you are to guard the front gate with Kai while San and Minho continue their patrol.”

Minho opened his mouth to protest but the look that Mingi shot at him made Minho shut his mouth. Everyone moved into place and soon it was time for the Princess to step outside of the butterfly house’s walls.

“I am right beside you, Princess.” Mingi advised and the Princess carefully stepped over the threshold with Mingi’s help. Chan and Jooheon stood close together at the Princess’ back the moment she stepped outside and when she turned her head to ask them a question, Mingi was quick to direct the Princess’ attention to himself. “Why don’t we head to the water first, Princess? We can answer your questions once we get there.”

The group started to walk and as they put more and more space between themselves and the butterfly house, the Princess took in the outside world around her. Stone walkways were created in every direction so that no one would hurt themselves on uneven ground. White oak, snowbell, black locust and plum were a few of the trees that the Princess recognized as well as devilwood, daffodils and rhododendron flowers. The colors were brighter and seemingly grew brighter as the group of four approached a familiar landscape. Iris, daylilies, yarrow and cornflowers gave way to the great arches that led to the lotus pond in the Gildows lake.

The memory of her engagement to the Prince was fresh in her mind and the Princess started to pull away from Mingi. It was too much, too soon. She didn’t want to be reminded of how happy and content she was beside the Prince with the lemming ducklings moments before it was all ripped away.

“M-Mingi, I can’t-”

The scent of sage and ginger was faint as the soft breeze blew, intermingled with the fragrant floras around. Princess Keena inhaled with a gasp as she spotted a lone figure that stood near the edge of the lake.

“Go to him.” Mingi gave the Princess a light push away from his side and the Princess stumbled forward, her feet heavier than her weight in gold. Mingi, Chan and Jooheon blocked the path for the Princess to retreat and before she could lose her wits, the deep rumble of that all too familiar voice flouted into her ears.

“Princess…”

Princess Keena’s body locked up and her eyes refused to look anywhere but at the stoned pathway beneath her; she heard the subtle crunch of shoes as someone walked her way. A dark shadow covered her body as the bottom of a skirt came into the Princess’ line of sight. Still the Princess refused to look up.

“I-” Prince Yoongi cleared his throat and stared at the Princess unable to form a single sentence. What could he say to her? What would make her understand that he had no part in their engagement? What would make her look at him like she used to, again?

The Princess took a tentative step backwards and shook her head, “I-I need to leave.” She turned on her heels and made to run away but the Prince was faster; he had anticipated the Princess’ retreat.

Prince Yoongi’s arm reached out and he wrapped his hand around the Princess’ wrist with a gentle firmness. “Wait!”

The young royals stood still, the Princess with her back to the Prince, her wrist locked in his hold. Her heart pounded harshly in her chest and her eyes started to burn, the sky above darkened, a rolling grey into a black and the scent of rain was heavy in the air.

“Please, Princess. Please? D-Don’t go…don’t leave me again.”

A shaky sob slipped past the Princess’ lips and the Prince acted without a care for anyone around them. He pulled the Princess backwards and wrapped his arms around her. Green. Millions of shades of green. Earth and wood with a spicy floral note engulfed the Princess as soothing warmth spread through her back. Thunder rumbled overhead and the clouds opened a downpour of cold, icy rain.

“I didn’t know. I swear to the ones before me, I didn’t know!” Prince Yoongi’s voice was muffled as he buried his face into the crook of the Princess’ neck. His eyes were squeezed shut lightly and he inhaled the sweet citrus that offered a blinding light in his darkness. Honey and spice, a far away field with rich land and never ending rolling mountains of green and orange…safe. So warm and safe. Tears escaped past the Prince’s shut eyes and he cried silently as he held onto the Princess. His hands felt so big, wide and all encompassing as he held the Princess’ arms, afraid that if he let go she would disappear in the very storm she had created.

The rain fall soaked through their clothing but neither the Prince or Princess cared as they held onto each other. The Princess’ fingers dug into the skin of the Prince’s wrists. Her nails bit into the flesh and would leave marks well after she let go. If she ever let go. Hoseok appeared before Mingi, Chan and Jooheon silently. He ushered them farther away from the royal couple and the four of them stood in the rain, unsure of what to expect. Lightning struck and the young couple was illuminated in a pale silver glow, a halo of sorrow that maybe, just maybe they could hold onto and mold into a new hope.

The Princess’ legs gave out first and Prince Yoongi supported her weight as he lowered them onto the ground. He shifted the Princess and it was her turn to hide her face in the crook of his neck as she sobbed. Her hands fisted the sopping wet fabric of his robes and the Prince adjusted his hold, his hands now cupping the back of the Princess’ head and lower back, he held firm and tucked his nose into her temple.

Breath in.

Breath out.

Breath in.

Slowly, so very, very slowly, the Prince slid his hand from the back of the Princess’ head to where her neck and jaw meant. He pulled her face away from his neck and craned his face downward to catch her eyes, brown with hints of silver, much like his onyx with ripples of gold. Watery and wide eyes stared into the Prince’s face and his smile trembled as he rested his forehead against the Princess’.

“The moon is still here…with me?”

As more tears spilled down the Princess’ face, she slid her hands to rest on the sides of the Prince’s neck. Her thumb brushed against his ear lob and she breathed in the heady scent of a ginger garden drowned in rain.

“I am…I am here.”

Prince Yoongi’s eyes slipped closed and he leaned into the Princess’ touch as she wiped away the rain from his cheeks.

“I am here, my Prince.”

The Prince’s eyes opened and he cupped the Princess’ face between his hands, “Again. Say it again?” The Prince demanded softly as he wiped away the Princess’ tears with his own hands.

The rain started to lessen and the Princess nuzzled her face into the Prince’s hand.

“I am here-”

“No, no…the other thing.”

Princess Keena’s lips turned upward into a shy smile and she tried to pull the Prince’s hand from her face but he shook his head with a pout.

“Pallus.”

The Prince laughed and nuzzled the Princess’ nose with his own before he pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. Princess Keena snuggled into the Prince’s soaked robes and hugged him just as tightly.

“I have missed you, Princess…m-more than you could ever imagine.” The Prince pulled away and slowly he rose to his feet. Prince Yoongi offered his hand to the Princess and cleared his throat. “Will you grant me a moment of your time? I wish to correct this grievous misunderstanding between us.”

Princess Keena placed her hand in Prince Yoongi’s and stood from the ground, her robes soaked. Prince Yoongi was quick to remove his outer robe and draped it over the Princess’ shoulders. Princess Keena looked at the Prince and saw that his cheeks were tinted, she glanced down and felt her own face heat. The cream shirt she had worn was nearly translucent and she wrapped the robe tighter around her body.

“Let us change out of these wet clothes. I will have them bring hot tea as well.” Prince Yoongi offered the Princess his hand and when she grabbed his hand once more, the Prince pulled her close and lifted the Princess off the ground. She yelped and threw her arms around the Prince’s shoulders to hold on and he laughed.

“"Ya, mete m 'atè! People will see us.”

“No one will see us…isn’t that right Hoseok?” The Prince called to his friend and Hoseok walked over with his hair plastered to his face and his outfit soaked. Hoseok produced a small pea sized silver stone and the Prince grinned. “Star stones give the user a temporary cloak of invisibility.”

Hoseok handed the stone to the Prince and Prince Yoongi easily crushed it in his palm. The Prince and Princess disappeared from sight and Hoseok sighed when Mingi shouted in protest. Before Hoseok could say anything a yellow bird flew down from a nearby tree and Aga soon stood in the bird's place.

“Wow!” Jooheon clapped his hands and Chan slapped the back of his head.

“Shouldn’t you be following them?” Aga directed the question to Hoseok and Hoseok rolled his eyes.

“They will go back to the Prince’s chambers-” Hoseok cut himself off and groaned, “You three can return to the butterfly house, Aga and I will guard His and Her Highness.”

Mingi, Chan and Jooheon all bowed before they took their leave. Hoseok walked over to the lake, grabbed the box that the Prince had with him and tucked it under his arm before Aga and himself hurried into the palace. As much as Hoseok trusted the Prince, he did not trust Agust at all. Prince Yoongi knew the ins and outs of the palace, as a child he would explore the secret passages with Hoseok and Namjoon and this time it was no different.

He made it to his chambers undetected and carried the Princess into the washroom. The steam from the heated water was heavy and made their wet clothing all the more uncomfortable. Prince Yoongi set the Princess down and watched as she held the robe tighter around her body.

“Take your time bathing, I will send someone in with a change of clothing.” Prince Yoongi made to move away from the Princess and she grabbed the sleeve of his robe. Prince Yoongi looked down at the Princess’ hand and slowly looked up to her face. She frowned and shifted her weight from foot to foot. “...Do you require something more of me, Princess?”

Princess Keena glanced at the Prince’s expectant face and quickly glanced down at her feet before she removed her grip on his sleeve.

“I do not wish for you to get sick on my account, my Prince. I would prefer it if you bathed first.”

“Nonsense, you will bathe first. A little rain water will not cause me to be ill,” Prince Yoongi folded his hands in front of himself and cleared his throat before he bowed his head. “I will have someone make tea in the meantime…excuse me, Princess.”

Once the Prince exited the washroom, Princess Keena covered her face with her hands and screamed into the wet fabric of the Prince’s robe. What had she tried to say? Why did she stop him from leaving at that moment? It was inappropriate for the Prince and Princess to be alone like they were and the Princess shook her head. What had come over her?

The Princess whined, pulled her hands away from her face and looked around the washroom. It was much larger than the one that had been attached to her room when she first arrived in the Min empire and it was still larger than the one in the butterfly house. As she looked into the deep, rippling waters inside the bathing pool, the Princess wondered if maybe the waters were large enough to accommodate Agust’s fully shifted form.

The clear water looked inviting as steam rose from the surface and the Princess bit her lower lip. This was wholly inappropriate, she should have rejected the Prince’s offer and returned to her own home to then meet again at another time. A shiver crawled up the Princess’ back and she shook her head, it was too late for her to be regretful now. She looked at the door that led to the inside of the Prince’s chambers and clicked her tongue. It was better to do what was ordered…asked?

Hurriedly, the Princess turned her back to the door, removed the Prince’s robe from around her body and it dropped to the floor with a wet plop. She toed off her shoes and grimaced as the wet bottom of her skirt touched the tops of her bare feet. It was a very unpleasant feeling and the Princess wanted nothing more than to forget it. She unwrapped her iro and that too joined the Prince’s robe on the floor, again with a wet plop.

The Princess carefully removed the see-through blouse from her body and added it to the growing pile of garments. She stood in just her undergarments and as she reached behind her back to unwrap the fabric around her breasts, there was a knock before Yongsun announced her and Hyejin’s presence.

The Princess sighed, her shoulders dropped from her ears a little and she found herself thankful that the Prince had called her handmaidens to assist with her bathing. Hyejin stripped the Princess of her remaining clothes and ushered her into the heated water while Yongsun gathered a fresh rag to wash the Princess along with nice smelling soaps.

“I wish not to spend too much time in the water. I fear that his Highness will catch a cold if he waits much longer.”

Yongsun smiled at the Princess’ words and lathered a rag in poney and blackcurrant scented soap. While Yongsun bathed the Princess, Hyejin took the time to remove the Princess’ makeup and dry her hair. The water was hot, hotter than the Princess was used to but the cold from the rain outside had settled so deep within her bones that it was a welcomed heat. Yongsun washed the Princess twice before she allowed the Princess to step out of the waters and Hyejin patted her skin dry. Yongsun held up a black dressing robe that was much too large to belong to the Princess and Princess Keena felt the blood warm under her cheeks.

“His Highness has granted you access to his sleeping chambers to use while you dress,” Yongsun explained as she tied the sash of the robe tightly around the Princess’ waist. “Byulyi and Wheein are outside of the door, they will assist you in dressing.”

“W-Where is His Highness?” Princess Keena muttered as she gripped the collar of the robe tightly in her hands.

“Before we enter here, His Highness was perched in his sitting room.”

Princess Keena cleared her throat and squared her shoulders as she dropped her hands at her side, “Very well…thank you.”

Yongsun bowed at the waist and Hyejin walked over to open the door for the Princess. When the door opened, Byulyi and Wheein were by the Princess’ side and led her into the Prince’s sleeping chambers to get dressed behind a six paneled screen dressing partition that had a large cherry blossom tree painted on screens with gold ginkgo leaves and humming-quill. Once behind the screen, Wheein lathered the Princess’ damp skin with body oil while Byulyi carried over a wooden mannequin that was dressed in a simple red hunfu. The Princess eyed the mannequin, the robes again, looked too big to belong to her.

“Is this new?” The Princess whispered as she allowed Byulyi to help her into fresh and dry undergarments.

The two handmaidens shared a look and the Princess raised an eyebrow before Wheein finally answered. “These belong to His Highness and he requested that you change into them.”

Princess Keena clicked her tongue. "Sa a pa ede agiman l 'yo."

The Princess kept her arms raised to make it easier for Byulyi to slip the white cross-collared robe on first before she covered it with a blush toned robe. Over top of the blush robe, the main red robe was layered with a golden belt wrapped tightly around the Princess’ waist. The final robe was blush colored with a small pattern of red ink clouds on it; the sleeves were wide and long which made the Princess giggle to herself. The sleeves came a little past her knees and she knew they should have stopped just slightly after mid-thigh.

Wheein carefully dried the Princess’ hair once more and as she started to pull the braid into an updo, the Princess instructed her to leave it down in a single two strand twist that laid in the middle of the Princess’ back. Princess Keena slipped her feet into a pair of red slippers that were much too big for her and she shuffled into the sitting room, once Byulyi was informed that the Prince was no longer there.

In the sitting room, the Princess sat on the largest settee that faced away from the washroom and she felt heat creep up the back of her neck and spread to her cheeks at the sight of Aga and Hoseok, who stood nearby. Hoseok offered the Princess a heart shaped smile while Aga gave a single nod of his head. The Princess gently kicked off the too-big slippers and folded her knees closer to her body as she sat on the settee. Her legs were pulled in at her side, covered by the robes while the tips of her toes peaked out.

In the bathing room, Prince Yoongi soaked in the heated waters while his hair was conditioned. The rain had chilled him to the bone and with Agust’s spirit inside of him, the Prince tended to take longer to heat up compared to humans. His blood ran hot for the most part, but the weather played a big role in his overall temperature. Agust twisted in the Prince’s heart and mocked him for showing weakness in front of the Princess.

Why would she stay with you? A sniveling, pathic boy who can only beg on his knees.

The Prince ignored Agust’s words, for he knew that what the dragon considered weakness, could be his greatest strength. The servant behind him gently tipped his head down and forward, the Prince closed his eyes and let the warm water soak his hair. Four times the servant rinsed the Prince’s hair and washed him once more before the Prince stepped out of the water. He was towel dried before his black dressing robe was pulled onto his body and he walked out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam.

Prince Yoongi noticed the Princess on the settee as he headed towards his sleeping chambers and he smirked to himself. In his bed chamber, the Prince dropped his dressing robe and walked over to his closet where inside another mannequin stood dressed in a red hanfu. The Prince put on his undergarments and stood still while two servants helped him dress into a white cross-collared robe. The white robe was covered with a black robe and over top of the black robe, the main red robe was layered with a golden belt wrapped tightly around the Prince’s waist. The final robe was black with a small pattern of red ink clouds on it. The sleeves of the robe were wide and stopped just slightly after the Prince’s mid-thigh when he had put his arms down.

A knock at the door sounded throughout the room and Hoseok opened the door to reveal a small group of servants with covered trays in their hands. The table in front of the Princess was moved to the side and replaced with one that was slightly bigger before the trays were placed on the table and side tables. A smaller separate tray was placed in on the side of the Princess and she noticed that it had everything set up to make fresh tea. The servants left the room and the Princess’ handmaid's excused themselves before they left shortly after.

A soft clicking caught the Princess’ attention and she looked away from the tea set in front of her. The Prince’s slippers slapped against the floor with each step he took and once he was within the Princess’ line of vision he smiled, teeth and gums fully displayed. The Princess looked at the Prince’s outfit and then down at her own, the colors were complementary while the design was identical.

“Your Highness…”

“Princess?”

Princess Keena watched as the Prince walked over and sat across from her on the settee.

“Thank you for the garb,” the Princess smiled softly and Prince Yoongi nodded his head as he leaned forward.

“I have yet to wear those robes and I thought the softer tone would suit you more than myself.”

“Is that why you choose to wear the counterpart to these robes?” The Princess’ words were teasing but accusatory as she narrowed her eyes and Prince Yoongi ran his tongue over his teeth.

The Prince silently scooted to the edge of his seat and pulled the tray of tea closer to himself. Princess Keena watched as Prince Yoongi put four scoops of light orange powder into the tea pot and poured hot water on top. He swirled the teapot in his hands easily, not a single drop spilled as he poured the tea into two cups. Prince Yoongi grabbed a small clear glass vial with a dropper that had a dark pink liquid in it; he squeezed one dropper full of the pink liquid into each cup and then added two lumps of sugar into the Princess’ cup. A dried slice of orange was added on top and the Prince nodded to himself, pleased with how the tea looked.

Prince Yoongi slid the tray back into the middle of the table and before the Princess could lean forward, Aga was at her side and handed her the hot cup of tea before he handed the other cup to the Prince. Princess Keena stared at the cup in her hand, the tea was a beautiful shade of blood orange with a sweet citrus aroma that made the Princess’ mouth water.

“Is this your orange and pink grapefruit tea?”

Prince Yoongi gave a single nod of his head and waited for the Princess to sip her tea. “Do you like it, Princess?”

The flavor was tangy and bold as the orange and grapefruit playfully battled for dominance while the sugar acted as a gentle mediator between the two. Princess Keena swallowed the tea and rested the cup on the side of her knee.

“It is as wonderful as you had described in your letters.”

Pleased with the Princess’ words, the Prince took a sip of his own tea and sighed deeply as he settled more relaxed into his seat.

“Do-” Prince Yoongi licked his lips once more and weighed the weight of his words in his mind before he continued to speak, “You hate me, Princess?”

Princess Keena stared at the cup in her hands and tapped her fingers against the sides as the Prince’s question echoed in her ears. Did she hate him? Did she truly hate the man who had so easily befriended her and wrote such words of comfort?

“Did you have knowledge of your parent’s plan to wed us?”

“No.” Prince Yoongi sat up straighter and set his cup of tea down. “I was kept in the dark just as you. If I had known their true intentions I would have found a way to put a stop to it-”

“That would not have been possible and you know it just as well as I.”

Prince Yoongi shook his head. “I would have found a way.”

Princess Keena saw the way the Prince’s eyes quivered as the onyx started to give way to gold and she slowly unfolded her legs from beside her. The Prince watched the Princess as she set her cup of tea on the table and in doing so, the Prince noticed that the rings he had gifted her were no longer on her fingers. The Princess knew that the Prince had noticed her lack of jewelry and she pulled her hands into her lap. The Prince slowly raised his eyes from her hands to her face and the Princess refused to look away from his piercing gaze.

“Let me rephrase my question. Princess-” The Prince’s eyes fluttered down to the Princess’ hand and back to her eyes. “Do you still hate me?”

Princess Keena thought back to the advice that Saina had offered and found herself shaking her head in answer. “Hate you, Your Highness?” Princess Keena’s lips twitched as she fought down a twisted smile. “I befriended a young boy from the great Min Empire and through our letters, we grew from mere children to adults. I shared with that young boy, now a young man my fears, my hopes, my dreams…and he in turn shared the same.”

Princess Keena rose to her feet and walked across the short distance that separated her from the Prince. “I found a piece of myself within the written words of a stranger and when I was finally granted permission to meet him, I was overcome with excitement.”

The Prince craned his neck upward to keep his gaze locked with the Princess’ and his breath caught in his throat when the Princess raised her hands and cupped his face gently.

“I came to the Min Empire with the grand notion that I would meet my dear friend and share with him a bigger piece of me. Now that I had the chance to see him with my own eyes and feel him with my own hands…” Princess Keena traced the hard lines of the Prince’s face with the tips of her fingers and Prince Yoongi kept her gaze all the while. “I was fond of the young man and once our hands touched-” Princess Keena trailed her hands down to the Prince’s shoulder and Prince Yoongi rose to his feet. Prince Yoongi’s hands found the Princess’ and their fingers intertwined as he pulled the Princess’ hands to rest on his chest, right above his heart.

Prince Yoongi lowered his head and his vision went blurry for a moment as the Princess’ face became closer and closer. Their foreheads touched, their noses squished together and their breath intermingled as they stared into each other's eyes. Prince Yoongi’s chest rose and fell steadily while his heart beat uncontrollably under the Princess’ hands.

“Once our hands touched, I knew our fates were very much dependent on the other’s.”

Prince Yoongi sighed and rubbed his thumbs over the Princess’ hands. “Do you still hate me?” The Prince repeated and the Princess stared at him silently. “Tell me plainly and I will give you back the freedom that was stolen from you. I will-” the Prince’s eyes flashed gold and he tightened his hold on the Princess’ hands. “I will cancel this engagement and send you safely back to Escistan once the war is over.”

Princess Keena shook her head and closed her eyes before she inhaled deeply. When her eyes opened they were moonlight silver and tears gathered at the corners. “I could never hate you, my Prince…never-”

“But you-”

“I was upset!” The Princess’ words were sharp and to the point as she glared at the Prince through unshed tears. “I-I thought everything had been a lie…that what we shared-”

“Foolish woman,” Prince Yoongi scolded with a pout and the Princess laughed, something between a cry and giggle.

“Pall-”

The words on the Princess’ tongue were silenced and forgotten when the Prince surged forward and captured her lips with his own. The Princess’ eyes slipped closed and the tears silently rolled down her face as she followed the Prince’s lead and pressed her lips more firmly to his. Princess Keena managed to pull her hands free from the Prince’s grasp and gripped the collar of his robes in her fists while the Prince’s hands found their own place softly on the sides of her neck. The Prince tilted his head to the side and the Princess sighed into his mouth, he licked at her lips and she shyly parted her lips.

Hoseok cleared his throat loudly and Prince Yoongi growled when the Princess jumped away, inches now placed between their faces. Hoseok and Aga both stood a good distance away from the royal pair, Hoseok looked amused while Aga looked anything less than pleased but he kept silent.

“The food is getting cold, Your Highness,” Hoseok quipped and the Princess pulled herself from the Prince’s arms while heat spread over her face.

Prince Yoongi grabbed the Princess’ right wrist lightly and raised her hand on his mouth. “I hate that your hand is so bare,” the Prince grumbled and pressed a closed mouth kiss to the Princess’ index finger. “Will you wear my gift once more?”

The Prince’s eyes were daring as he stared down at the Princess and when she didn’t answer he smirked. There were thick gold rings around his irises and he didn’t look away as he started to kiss each fingertip of the Princess’ hand. The tip of his tongue poked out and teased at the pads of her fingers and Aga spoke up for the first time.

"Ase!"

The command pulled the Princess from the Prince’s hypnotizing eyes and she snatched her hand out of his grasp before she hurried around the table and sat in her seat. Prince Yoongi glared at Aga as he licked his lips and hummed teasingly. He released a palm of smoke from his nose and Hoseok interrupted as he noticed the signs of Agast.

“That will be all for today, Princess-” Hoseok jerked his head towards Aga and the larger man walked over to the Princess while Prince Yoongi watched the whole time. “I think it best that you retire to your room.”

“Princess, come with me.” Aga offered the Princess his hand and as the gold around the Prince’s irises became thicker and thicker, the Princess felt Ceyeh stir in her heart. “Princess, we must leave, now!” Aga’s voice was stern and it shook the Princess to her core, something was wrong.

Princess Keena placed her hand in Aga’s and rose to her feet. “Would you care to join me for breakfast tomorrow, my Prince?”

Prince Yoongi licked over his fangs and gave the Princess a curt nod of his head. “Tomorrow.” The Prince’s words were something in between a growl and whine and Hoseok stepped in front of him.

“Goodbye, Princess.” Hoseok bowed his head and Aga led the Princess from the Prince’s chambers.

Aga and the Princess walked the halls of the palace in silence until they stepped foot outside.

“Is Agust really one that I have to fear, Aga?”

Aga looked at the Princess and clicked his tongue. “All dragons are to be feared, Princess. I would advise you to ask the Prince himself or question your history tutor.”

“Tempus? Why would Tempus know of Agust…unless you mean?” Princess Keena shook her head and bit the inside of her cheek as they walked. Not all dragon’s were recorded in history, only those who caused prosperity and misfortune were remembered. If Agust was a dragon to be feared was he a dragon of misfortune?

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