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brujalatina · 7 years

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loyalty | 02

☆ pairing: yoongi x reader

☆ genre: angst, pining, jealousy, fluff, humor, future smut. producer au; reader is a model and a thotty lol

☆ word count: 7k

summary: First impressions are always important, and Yoongi never thought he’d be falling head over heels for you and your promiscuity. The problem was, you didn’t Do dating, nor desired it, and neither did he, until he met you.

→ part 01. → part 02.

a/n: 🗣🗣🗣thank y’all for leaving nice comments for part 1! i’m glad y’all are excited to read this fic where the reader/character is chubby, is not white, and knows she’s a boss ass bitch. btw, if you aren’t chubby or non-white you can still read this, but i just wanted to make a fic where ppl who are chubby and brown/black can relate. my dog makes an appearance in this part LMAO so that was fun...i hope y’all enjoy pls hmu with your feedback/constructive criticism/questions/etc. it would be much appreciated and i feel most motivated to write when ppl leave comments so pls consider it thank u and enjoy🗣🗣🗣 (read my end a/n btw)

Living in New York City had its many perks. For one, it had a little bit of everything nearby—beauty and skincare shops, boutiques, supermarkets, clubs, restaurants, sex shops, bookstores, your favorite tattoo parlor, and more. Everything was within your reach, so you didn’t have to go out of your way to find what you needed. The city was always bustling with people and had an ambiance you thoroughly enjoyed. You found comfort in living in a rowdy neighborhood with people who worked as hard as you, or twice as hard. You admired and felt inspired by the other people of color residing in Washington Heights who worked doggedly day and night to place food on the table and keep a roof over their heads. They, too, admired you for both your work ethic and authenticity, branding you as “That Bitch™ from the block”. Living in the city was fantastic and comforted you in every form possible.

But the summer weather was just ghastly. Well, it was nice, but it didn’t treat your curls nicely. Being outside in the sun for long periods of time was an absolute nuisance and caused heat damage to your dark brown curls, not to mention how frizzy your hair became when you sweat. You didn’t like sweating, not just because it felt unpleasant, but because you couldn’t stand having frizzy hair. The midday sun was cruel to you and you were almost sure you could feel your skin sizzling under the fiery sunlight, although, a nice tan would only further compliment your already brown skin. It was hot, but luckily before stepping out of your apartment to walk your dog, you dressed in a tie front crop top that allowed your fluffy tummy to breathe and a double slit maxi skirt that exposed your chunky legs, which you found refreshing in this heat. You were panty-less and hoped the wind wouldn’t expose the kitty, not that you minded much anyway.

Sitting in the shade on one of Central Park’s metallic benches, your dog nibbling on a snack by your feet, you flipped through the pages of your favorite novel. You didn’t always have the leisure time to read a book. You were a busy woman and ever since joining Big Hit Entertainment, the number of photoshoots you had to take were piling up. Your face, body, and charisma made you popular in the industry, and upon joining Big Hit, you quickly became their best model. Today was one of the few free days you had off, and so you planned on taking full advantage of the day to relax with your baby boy. “Carpe diem”, as they say.

You were busy, but they treated you much better in Big Hit Entertainment than in your previous company, thankfully. However, you knew it was only the beginning of your working at Big Hit, and looks could quite easily be deceiving. Although everyone had treated you with their utmost kindness during your first few weeks at work, it did not necessitate sincerity or mean that this would be routine. You were far too acquainted with this pattern of behavior in various different domains: in the workplace with peers and superiors who treated you cruelly once they obtained what they had wanted from you; in friendships that had eventually ended due to spite and envy towards you and your successes; and in romantic relationships that had ended when you realized men were pretending to love and respect you until they showed their true colors. The men you had dated always thought they were entitled to you, and you hated that more than anything. You refused to let go of your autonomy. You were your own person and you knew you were top tier shit. The men you had dated felt their masculinity was threatened because you refused to submit to them and cater to their every whim. That was why you only stuck to sexual relationships—you preferred not having any strings attached in order to avoid the feelings of ill-founded entitlement that would ensue on their part. It was a good thing that you had a keen eye for people and a strong intuition; you were highly observant and analytical, so you were quick in identifying scum.

Ultimately, presentation in first impressions are not always genuine, which is why you felt it was important to demonstrate what kind of person you were from the get-go. You weren’t going to act like someone you were not just to gain someone’s approval—they either wanted to be acquainted with you or they did not. It was that simple. You were a boss ass bitch, so you wanted others to know this as well and to not take you lightly.

An excited howl startled you out of your thoughts. It was your dog who had seen something of interest and quickly approached the source of his excitation. You got up to control your dog who had scampered off to bark at another toy poodle who was almost identical to him, except it was chocolate brown while your dog was milky white. You noticed the opposing dog was frightened by your dog’s sudden outburst, so you crouched down to tame yours.

“Leche, relax.” You scratched the top of his small head, just the way he liked it, yet he continued trying to sniff at his brown counterpart.

“It’s fine. Holly is just shy with other dogs.” The voice was familiar; it was one you recognized best from radio and television, and on one occasion, at a party.

You stood to your normal height to acknowledge the dog’s owner and the source of the voice.

“Suga.”

“Y/N.”

Yoongi had recognized your curly head from afar. He had been walking his own dog in Central Park when he spotted you. Your curly hair cascaded down your face as you looked down at your novel. Not to sound like a cringy romantic, but Yoongi thought the bit of sunlight reflecting onto your face and the wisps of your curls made your dazzling brown figure glow in ways that seemed surreal.

He wasn’t sure if he should approach you and interrupt you while you had your nose deep in a book. So instead, he stood from a distance, admiring your beauty and leaving you at peace. That is until Holly had begun walking once again after relieving himself by the bushes and approached your dog first out of curiosity.

“Long time no see,” you smiled at him, which he returned. “Is this your dog? Can I pet him?”

“He’s mine, yeah, go ahead. His name’s Holly.” You immediately crouched back down to place your hand on Holly’s nose so that he could familiarize himself with you. Once he licked your hand, you knew you were in the clear to pet him. Meanwhile, your dog was evaluating Holly by sniffing his behind, which Holly allowed as he sniffed your dog in return.

“Your dog’s name is Leche? Isn’t that ‘milk’ in Spanish?” Yoongi snickered.

You looked up at Yoongi, narrowing your eyes. “Yeah, it is. Is there a problem?” Your tone was slightly accusing, and although you had been joking, Yoongi’s smile faltered until you chuckled and added a quick, “I’m kidding.”

“God,” he sighed, earning a laugh from you.

You scratched underneath Holly’s chin and squealed, “Holly is so fucking cute, what the fuck? He’s a toy poodle, right? Leche is one too.”

Yoongi hummed in affirmation as he crouched down to your level to mindlessly pet Leche who was still occupied evaluating Holly. Your dog was cute, but Yoongi was more interested in watching you.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you teased, and Yoongi’s eyes darted sideways as a light shade of pink dusted his cheeks upon being exposed for staring at you.

“Sorry,” he smiled bashfully.

“No need, I know I’m a pretty bitch.”

Yoongi blinked, slightly stunned by the bluntness of your remark, but it was true. Although you had significantly less makeup on since the first and last time he had seen you at Hoseok’s party, you still radiated so much beauty, much of it being natural. You had nothing on but a sheen layer of clear lip gloss; you liked going barefaced to allow your pores to breathe, especially since you weren’t going to any photo shoots today. You were pretty, yes, but your face wasn’t anything much out of the ordinary. Despite this, you still left men and women fascinated by your presence alone, your air of confidence attracting those in your path. Because you knew you were Top Tier Shit and acted accordingly, everyone believed it as well.

The way you leaned over to pet Holly had exposed your chest and Yoongi fought the urge to look down at your breasts. You weren’t wearing a bra either, so if your tie front crop top were to come undone, that would be it—tits out. Not to mention that your nipples were pierced and so the piercings stuck out from behind the fabric of your top. Your thick, brown legs had been exposed through the double slit sides of your maxi skirt, while the front of your dress covered a minimal amount of your crotch. Again, Yoongi fought the urge to look. Instead, he admired the adorability emanating from you in the unguarded moment he was witnessing. “Gorgeous,” he blurted and covered his face in a poor attempt to hide his mortification, a charming act you witnessed from your peripherals.

You swallowed down the acute desire to tease him further and instead rose to your feet to stretch your aching legs from having crouched down for so long; Yoongi followed. “Leche has never been this happy over meeting another dog, you know,” you said while watching the two dogs finally begin playing with one another. They hopped and rolled around in the grass while yelping excitedly. “He’s not very social and he’s picky with other dogs. I’m surprised that he's taken such interest in Holly.”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow at this. “Surprised why? Holly is the best dog in the world.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and raised a brow, “Excuse you? No, I think you’re mistaken. Leche is superior to all dogs. He’s a fucking king.” In your mind and your heart, Leche was your world. He was the only boy who was truly worthy of your time. He was your everything.

Too bad Yoongi thought the same about Holly. He let out a scoff. “Are you kidding me? Holly is. He’s smarter than everyone else.”

“Bitch, you would’ve thought! Can Holly follow commands?”

“Of course he can.” He quickly stood over Holly, interrupting his playtime with Leche. “Holly, sit,” he commanded, but to no avail; Holly ignored him completely.

“Leche,” you called, earning a look from a panting Leche. “Baby, come here.” Leche was hesitant in following your command; he was far too preoccupied playing with his new buddy, but after you had repeated the command a second time, he obeyed and approached you, tongue out. “Good boy.” You looked at Yoongi and smirked; you were the victor in this battle.

Yoongi’s face contorted into a scrunch, deciding it was best to let it be for now.

You were both parched and your pets needed hydration, so Yoongi invited you to go eat brunch together, which you had accepted. Luckily, Le Pain Quotidien in Central Park was only a five-minute walk away. It was a quaint little café with outdoor seats surrounded by the captivating scenery of Central Park. Most importantly, though, was that it was dog-friendly.

You both sat in the outside seating area with Leche and Holly lapping at the water in their doggy bowls beside each other. You had ordered an iced tea, while Yoongi ordered a Caffè Americano.

At the cafe, you learned many things about Yoongi. For one, he was polite—many times you had caught him attempting not to stare at your nipples through your moderately see-through top as you spoke, which was cute, you guessed; he had manners, unlike many men you had come across. He was also humble; merely thanking you for praising his work and adding that he needs to work harder and had expressed his wish to someday produce a song with reputable artists like Kanye West. He was cute, you had to give him that—the nose scrunch he made when things didn’t quite go his way was exceptionally adorable.

A comfortable silence fell between the two of you after conversing for nearly an hour at the café. Yoongi finished his drink before breaking the silence. “We should let Leche and Holly have playdates together.”

“Is this your way of saying you want to see me more often?”

“No. I just thought since—”

“Kidding,” you cut him off, although you were not.

Yoongi released an exasperated sigh. Two could play at that game. “And what if I said I did want to see you more often?”

You used your nails to flick off dirt from underneath your nail beds, feigning indifference. “Then I’d think it’s cute but silly. I’m always down to chill with a cute boy whenever I’m free. No need to make excuses.” You stirred the ice cubes in your iced tea with your straw and took a sip.

Cute. Yoongi tried to hide the smile that formed on his lips, but his body betrayed him. He looked at the time on his Rolex and his smile quickly faded. “I actually have to go now. I’m sorry,” he said a bit solemnly as he stood up from his seat with Holly’s harness in hand. You stood as well.

You hummed. “Sure, Cinderella.”

He scoffed, “I have work.”

“Right, the life of a producer is a busy one. I get it. It was nice seeing you again, Yoongi. And nice to meet you too, Holly.” You scratched behind Holly’s ear one last time.

Yoongi, not Suga PD anymore. He was Yoongi to you now. He liked that. “See you soon, Y/N, Lech—”

He cut off when you suddenly wrapped your arms around his shoulders in an embrace. He recalled that you had done the same thing at Hoseok’s party, only he had frozen up like a fool and had not reciprocated the hug, too deeply stunned and enraptured by your presence. Today was his chance to make amends; he wasn’t going to fuck it up this time.

He returned the hug, but you felt the apprehension to return the hug in his loose hold, his shyness quite apparent. You were hot, you knew that, but men like Yoongi who were evidently shaken up by you found were entertaining to observe.

The two of you separated and waved your goodbyes. Yoongi was fun, you decided. You knew you would have fun playing with him.

“If this bitch doesn’t come soon I’m going to throw hands.” You groaned, popping a cheese ball into your mouth.

You were lounging on the full length of Hoseok’s sofa in his loft with the rest of your squad. Being the incredible person you knew you were, making friends was easy. Everyone who did not envy you for your quick popularity wanted to be friends with you and all you had to do was let them (if they were worth your time, of course). Big Hit was a small company, and so by remaining authentic, you very easily befriended almost everyone but felt closest to the seven most appraised individuals within the company. You had already been friends with Hoseok prior to joining Big Hit, though, and had met Taehyung through mutual friends. Six of the seven aforementioned individuals were present at Hoseok’s hang out in his loft. You were just waiting for the arrival of the one person whom you had been dying to see.

Jimin lifted your feet from the couch and took a seat, placing your feet to rest on his lap instead. “He’ll come soon, Y/N.” He gently rubbed your calves with the palm of his hand in attempts to soothe you.

You chewed on the cheese ball aggressively out of frustration. “He fucking better.”

You were growing impatient. You hadn’t seen your best friend Seokjin in two months ever since he went away to film for the action drama he had been starring in. Facetime, text messaging, and phone calls were not a sufficient means of communicating with him, so you yearned for the presence of your best friend of many years. However, filming had ended and he had promised you he would come see you once he left his bags at his loft and greeted his dog.

“I’m taking a nap until he gets here,” you yawned while making yourself comfortable on the couch. Taehyung gently lifted your head to place a pillow underneath while Jimin continued stroking and massaging your legs.

Just as you were already drifting into sleep, the doorbell rang and your eyes shot open. You launched yourself out of the sofa to race for the door. After confirming who it was through the peephole, you quickly unlocked the door and swung it open, pleased to see your best friend arrive at long last.

“Jin!” You latched your body onto him, your legs wrapped around his waist as you pressed a big, sloppy kiss onto his cheek as you embraced him. Unfazed by your sudden attack, Jin was quick to grab hold of you and spun around with you in his hold before you detached yourself from him and stood back on your feet. “Why’d you take so long?” You whined, lips protruding into the cutest pout Jin had ever seen.

He pinched your cheeks softly before kissing your forehead. “Plane had a delay.”

Yoongi was surprised by the interaction he had been witnessing—he didn’t know you and Jin were acquainted with one another. He turned to Hoseok.“They’re friends too?”

Namjoon intervened, a glass of beer in hand, “They’ve been best friends for a very long time. The epitome of friendship goals, in fact.”

Hoseok sighed, “Yoongi, she’s close friends with everyone in this room: Me, Namjoon, Jin, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook. We’ve all hung out together about a dozen times. You’re the only one who hasn’t hung out with us and Y/N yet because you’ve been living under a fucking rock.”

Yoongi clicked his tongue. “No, I don’t.” He held a disapproving look, although he knew very well that it was true. He had found it a bit strange that you were even present at their hangout, seeing as when he hung out with the guys, it was usually only the seven of them and no one else included, but today you were there, too. He also noticed how Taehyung and Jimin had been treating you like a queen—as it should be, he thought, but it was in a way that seemed customary for them. He must have missed how they had all become close friends with you just as he had become with you ever since running into you and Leche in the park around a month ago.

“Damn right you do,” Namjoon added. “Writing music is great, but if it takes away too much time you could be spending with the people you care about and the people who care about you, then what good is it doing you?” Namjoon said this from a place of experience.

Okay, he gets it. The message Hoseok and the rest of his friends were persistently trying to send him had been heard loud and clear. He needed to spend fewer hours isolated in his studio and more time with his family and friends. Clearly, he had been missing out on quite a few changes within his friend group.

After Jin settled in, you all lounged in Hoseok’s kitchen; You and Jin were propped up on the kitchen counter while everyone else stood around with their drinks. Jungkook dug into the pantry for snacks as per Hoseok’s request.

“Bet none of you can chug the rest of this bottle of Hennessey down.” Taehyung dared, waving the glass bottle above his head.

At the sound of competition, Jungkook quickly reacted, throwing a bag of chips onto the kitchen counter before turning to Taehyung. “You think I can’t?” He smirked while yanking the bottle away from Taehyung’s grip. “Alright, bet.”

He rose the bottle to his lips before Namjoon quickly intervened, grabbing the bottle of Hennessy from out of Jungkook’s grasp. “Ok, so we’re not going to try that, you dumbasses.”

“Truly a bunch of dumbasses,” Yoongi quipped from the side.

You took the bottle from Namjoon and rose it to your lips, immediately chugging away at the alcohol despite the bitter taste. Namjoon made attempts to remove the bottle of Hennessey from your hands, but you pushed his face away with your free hand while continuing to empty the bottle’s contents with your other as everyone watched you in awe.

“Oh my God,” Jimin half-gasped, half-laughed.

“She’s gonna die,” Hoseok worried.

Yoongi, on the other hand, had been rendered speechless. With one hand over his chest while watching you down the bottle of Hennessey in utter disbelief, he felt a fire within him, and he was not quite sure what it was. He found something about you downing a bottle of hard alcohol being exceptionally attractive. You truly were not an entity to be messed with.

You slammed the now empty bottle of alcohol onto the kitchen counter and threw up a peace sign, poking your tongue out. “There’s nothing ya girl can’t do.” You looked around the room to see everyone in awe at your impulsive

“Y/N if you die what will I do with these idiots?” Jin joked in an attempt to mask his underlying concern.

You laughed, “Goddesses don’t die, do they?”

Everyone agreed in unison.

There is never a moment in life in which truth or dare becomes a dull and childish game, which was why the eight of you sat in Hoseok’s living room playing truth or dare despite being established, professional adults.

It was your turn this time and you were already beginning to feel the impact of your impulsive act from earlier. You had a high alcohol tolerance, but the fact that you had been taking shots after downing all of that Hennessy had begun making you feel a bit loopy; you weren’t feeling drunk enough to stop, though, which is why you continued despite Seokjin’s attempts in stopping you.

Jungkook had dared Taehyung to call up John Legend to confess his romantic love to him (that did not truly exist) in the most natural form possible without letting on that he was being dared—an act which Taehyung had begrudgingly done, but had done nonetheless and deeply regretted after hearing the man on the other line say on speaker, “you know I’m married. You’re cute, though. I’m sure there’s someone out there for you, kid.” Once the phone call had ended, Taehyung attempted to strangle Jungkook and the room filled with roars of laughter. He was sure his relationship with John would become strained after that dare, so he made a mental note to call him up the next morning to apologize and to inform him that he had not been serious, that it was just a dare. It unnerved him that Jungkook chose one of the people Taehyung admired the most as an artist as his target for humiliation. Hopefully, John would understand.

After Taehyung’s turn, it was his role to ask you the grand question. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you said without mulling it over.

“Oh? Not up for a dare?”

You rolled your eyes, “You play too much. I know damn well that if I were to say ‘dare’ you’d make me do some weird shit.” They all chuckled knowing full well that this was true.

He hummed. “Fine.” He pondered over what question to ask you for a moment before he looked at you with a grin. “Is it true that you’ve had sex with everyone in this room?”

Suddenly, all eyes were staring intently at you, highly anticipating your answer.

Namjoon groaned, “Ask a better question, you know it’s true.” He received a disapproving nudge in the ribs from Hoseok and yelped.

“Don’t ask her anything she wouldn’t feel comfortable answering sober, you fucks.” Yoongi said exasperatedly.

You ignored Yoongi’s remark. It was a nice gesture, but you didn’t care. You weren’t ashamed of your sex life and you didn’t like anyone speaking for you. “No, not everyone in this room.”

A few of them looked at you with quizzical expressions.

“Really? Who haven’t you fucked?”

“Mr. Producer over here,” you pointed to Yoongi and in return, he nearly spat out his drink. All of the attention then turned to him.

Yoongi sat up, his posture becoming defensive. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, what do you mean just me? I thought you’ve only slept with Hoseok?”

“I’ve been dicked down by everyone in this room,” you said, your nonchalance apparent in your tone, contrary to Yoongi’s expression.

He looked at you in bewilderment and gestured to Seokjin who had been sitting across from him. “But Jin’s gay!”

You and Seokjin looked at each other and broke into fits of laughter simultaneously, recalling the event amongst yourselves, while the rest of the boys couldn’t help but feel excluded. “Shit happens,” you said with a shrug and Seokjin’s snicker confirmed it as a truth.

The room was filled to the brim with raucous laughter.

“Wow, Y/N.” Hoseok clapped. “That’s...commendable.”

“I should like, gather all of your dicks together and gobble them right up. Wouldn’t that be fucking cool?”

“That’s physically impossible,” Jungkook claimed. “Isn’t it?”

“Well, some of your dicks are skinny enough to make the cut, some of those dicks being—”

“Um,” Taehyung cut you off. “Maybe we should move on,” he suggested. They all agreed in hopes that you wouldn’t expose them for their dicks.

“There's always that one person that will always have your heart

You never see it coming 'cause you're blinded from the start

Know that you're that one for me, it's clear for everyone to see

Oh baby, ooh

You will always be my boo.”

“Why is she singing Usher’s part and not Seokjin?” Jimin snorted.

“Because I fucking can,” you shouted before it was Seokjin’s turn to sing Alicia Key’s verse.

“See, I don't know 'bout y'all, but I know about us and, uh

It's the only way we know how to rock

I don't know 'bout y'all, but I know about us and, uh

It's the only way we know how to rock”

After playing truth or dare, you had expressed your desire to use Hoseok’s karaoke machine, and of course, Hoseok was complacent and set it up for all of you to use. You had pulled Seokjin to sing with you, and despite how tired he had been, he agreed to sing with his best friend, especially since your song selection had been one of yours and his songs from back in the day.

“It started when we were younger, you were mine (my boo)

Now another brother's taken over, but it's still in your eyes (my boo)”, you sang, cupping Seokijn’s cheek with the palm of your hand.

None of you took it seriously, of course—the both of you goofed off as you sang your respective parts, dancing with one another drunkenly. You sang off-key with eccentric movements, while Seokjin belted out some of the verses, the both of you pointing to each other as though dedicating the song to one another. The gang joined in for the bridge enthusiastically, “Oh, my oh, my oh, my oh, my, my boo. My oh, my oh, my oh, my oh, my boo.”

The rest of the karaoke session consisted of drunk bickering, boisterous laughter, and impromptu dancing while singing off-key. You were out of control, but Seokjin had a mere few drinks to ascertain that he was sober enough to watch you. You were a funny drunk; your laughter was more obnoxious than usual, your movements exaggerated, you were dirtier than usual, and you kept insisting that, “I’m not even that drunk” (which you were). But you were also reckless and he wanted to ensure that you wouldn’t hurt yourself like you had in the past. You were an incredible woman, but like everyone, you had vulnerabilities, too, and that’s something many failed to remember.

Dancing to Taehyung and Jimin’s drunken duet, you tripped on your own feet and Yoongi caught you in his arms while he had been sitting down before you had a chance to fall. You were sat on his lap and stared at him for a moment, while he looked back at you fully aware of the fact that your ass was on his lap and quite close to a sensitive region.

He smiled coyly and glanced between the space between you and him or lack thereof. “You good?”

You, too, were fully aware, of the position the two of you were in and you bounced on his lap to tease him, earning the cutest surprised groan you had ever heard elicit from his lips. You howled with laughter at his reaction and stood up, pulling by the hands to stand and dance with you. When you noticed his refusal to dance, opting to instead stand still and look at you in vexation, you pulled his head to your chest, pressing him firmly between your breasts with your arms and swayed to the music as you shouted the lyrics at the top of your lungs.

“Y/N,” Yoongi whined. He was drunk, too, but not drunk enough to let you do this to him, not enough to let you shove your tits in his face, no matter how warm and tender they felt against him. Finally, he freed himself of your grip and you moved onto your next victim.

He felt his face burn and he realized he had been holding his breath for too long while he was still in your grasp. He felt an uncomfortable tightening in his pants and fanned himself with his hand. Was it hot in the room or was it just him?

“Is she dead?” Jungkook peered over the couch to see your face.

Namjoon clicked his tongue. “Girl is wasted.”

It was 3:27 am and everyone had been exhausted from the night’s events, but after having too many drinks and exerting all of your energy, you had fallen asleep on the sofa, which indicated that it was time for everyone to go home.

Jungkook began reaching for your face with a marker. “Should we draw a mustache on her face with a marker like they do in movies?”

Seokjin swatted Jungkook’s hand away from your face. “No. I mean unless you have a death wish.” He did not specify if it would be you or Seokjin who would inflict death on Jungkook, and while both options were terrifying, he preferred it to be Seokjin. You were far too scary and your punishments were gruesome.

They all helped Hoseok clean the mess they had made around the loft, putting everything in its rightful place and taking out the trash. Once the deed had been done, Hoseok dismissed Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung, while the older boys finished tidying up; they obliged and headed home. Namjoon had to leave a bit early as he had to meet with an artist in the afternoon.

“Y/N can sleep over on my bed tonight,” Hoseok declared. It wasn’t the first time you had crashed over his place when you were too drunk to function or take a cab home, and besides, you were too drunk to be left home alone anyways. It wasn’t safe. “I can sleep on my futon.”

“I’ll help her get dressed, then.” Seokjin gently pulled your sleeping figure forward to stand, but you were uncooperative. He settled for carrying you to Hoseok’s bedroom instead, your sleeping body cradled in his arms before he gently dropped you onto the mattress.

Once you had woken up the slightest bit, Seokjin helped you dress into one of Hoseok’s large t-shirts so that you would sleep comfortably. Scratch that—Seokjin undressed you from your bralette and sweatpants and lifted your arms to dress you into Hoseok’s t-shirt while you did the bare minimum, sitting on Hoseok’s bed and allowing Seokjin to do all of the work for you. After dressing you into a clean shirt, he washed your face for you, knowing the importance and emphasis you held on maintaining a proper skin care routine and not wanting for you to break your routine because you were drunk off of your ass. Luckily, Hoseok had the same facial cleanser you used at home.

Seokjin looked at you disapprovingly, seeing the state you were in. “Y/N, what will I do with you?”

You had already begun drifting into sleep on Hoseok’s bed, eyelids half-open, half-closed with your gaze focusing on Seokjin weakly. “Jiiiiin,” you drawled out. He moved closer to your face and hummed for you to continue. You threw your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in closer. “I love youuuu.”

Seokijn clicked his tongue, yet a grin had broken through. You were too precious. “Get some rest, okay?” You nodded weakly and he separated himself from your grasp and planted a tender kiss onto your forehead, pulling the sheets over your now sleeping body.

Hoseok and Yoongi had been standing by the bedroom entrance waiting for Seokjin to finish caring for you.

“I’ll stay up to watch over her—make sure she’ll be okay,” Yoongi volunteered.

Hoseok suppressed a yawn. “It’s okay, I got this.”

“I can take her to my place and watch her.” Seokjin intervened, eyes already red and droopy from exhaustion; naturally, he wanted to be the one to take care of his best friend, especially after not having seen her in person for four months, but he was not in a good condition to do so.

Yoongi pat Hoseok’s shoulder. “No, go get some rest. I can watch her,” he insisted. He looked at Seokjin. “You need to get some rest too, you were on a 7-hour flight. You must be fucking exhausted. Take a cab home.”

Hoseok was well acquainted with the fact that you and Yoongi had become friends, so he held no worries with Yoongi taking care of you while he and Seokjin were resting, nor did he find Yoongi’s willingness to watch over you in case you got sick while sleeping strange. It was not uncommon for Yoongi to extend a hand to someone whom he cared about and you were no exception to his kindness.

Seokjin, on the other hand, was hesitant in letting Yoongi care for you. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Yoongi—his years of camaraderie with Yoongi had long since proven that Yoongi was a dependable person; he also knew you and Yoongi had become friends as well, based on what you had told him while he was away filming in Spain. It was more the fact that he felt most comfortable with Hoseok caring for you, seeing as he and you had been friends for years and Seokjin had seen your friendship and platonic intimacy with his own two eyes, as opposed to you and Yoongi. Still, Yoongi was a good option—well, the only option since he had been exhausted beyond belief, jet lag finally affecting him—and so he agreed.

Seokijn gathered his phone and made his way to leave the loft, halting by the door for a moment to look at Yoongi. “Take good care of her, okay?” His tone was stern and Yoongi felt shivers course through his body upon seeing Seokjin’s sudden and unusual change in demeanor.

“Of course,” he replied, feeling a bit nervous; Seokjin was frightening when he was serious. With that, he left Hoseok’s loft.

Yoongi was already on his way to Hoseok’s bedroom to watch you when Hoseok had been leaving with a spare pillow and blanket that he would be using to sleep on his couch while you slept on his bed.

“I don’t really have to tell you, but make yourself comfortable in there,” Hoseok ended with a yawn.

Yoongi waved him away with his hand and Hoseok made his leave into the living room, leaving Yoongi behind with your sleeping figure.

He took a seat on Hoseok’s work desk and pulled out his song book and pen from his back pocket. If he was going to stay up making sure you were going to be okay, he was going to do something productive in the meantime. He opened his songbook and attempted writing, but was only able to jot down a few words. The night’s events were coursing through his mind and he realized how much he had missed the company of his friends, including you. Sure, it had felt a bit strange knowing that he was the only one who had not known that you were very well acquainted with his best friends, but the dynamic between all of you together had felt pleasantly natural. He had only been friends with you for a few months, but the time spent together between the eight of you was so natural that it felt as though you all had been a group of friends for years.

What did surprise him, though, was your intimacy with Seokjin. His dad jokes were cringy and he was excessively self-confident in a way that transcended humility, but Yoongi noticed that you laughed at Seokjin’s jokes nonetheless and inflated his ego even further whenever he boasted about his appearance. He noticed that when you boasted about yourself as well, Seokjin returned the favor and ardently meant it when he had said you were the most ethereal woman he had ever set his eyes on. The rest of the boys agreed as well, fuck, even Yoongi agreed, but he felt something in the pit of his stomach that unsettled him about the situation. There was also the look stern Seokjin gave him before leaving Hoseok’s loft, which indicated how he took your well-being seriously and wanted Yoongi to do the same. He wasn’t sure what it was, or why this feeling of disquiet had risen, and not knowing perturbed him even further.

What also unsettled him was how hot and bothered he had gotten when you practically ground your ass on his crotch and then pressed his face onto your warm breasts. Becoming aroused was a natural reaction to what you had done, he supposed, and it wasn’t unorthodox for you to get clingy with your friends, as he had observed from your behavior with Hoseok when the three of you hung out together and now with Seokjin and the others. He knew you loved to tease him, and this was even more apparent when you were inebriated and felt compelled to tease him further. Still, feeling this flustered unnerved him. It wasn’t like he he was a virgin (although he hadn’t gotten any action for around a year). Yoongi decided to brush it off for now, opting to instead check up on you. He wheeled away from the work desk and moved towards the bed you were sleeping in.

Quite frankly, you looked fucked up. You were spread out on Hoseok’s bed, one leg sticking outside of the mattress and the other folded with your knee pointing towards the ceiling. Your eyelids were puffy, your hair was disheveled, you reeked of alcohol, and drool seeped onto Hoseok’s pillowcase as you slept serenely. He felt a bit rude for staring at you, especially in the state you were in. He knew you were constantly aware of your appearance and you wouldn’t have approved of his staring at you. Yet, he couldn’t help but watch you sleep. It was the first time he had seen you so vulnerable. It wasn’t that you were always on-guard, but you never allowed anyone to see you so unkempt, which he was able to understand—he wouldn’t want anyone seeing him when he looked this fucked up too. The guilt he had felt for watching your sleeping figure wasn’t enough to make him stop watching you, though.

He collected the bed sheets that had fallen onto the floor and covered you with them properly after pulling your leg back into the mattress. Sitting back down onto the chair, he continued admiring your face, enjoying the tranquility of the room shared by only the two of you. He leaned his elbow onto the mattress and perched his head up, chin on the palm of his hand as you snored quietly. God, you were so cute. Despite being unkempt and being drunk off of your ass, you were a paragon of divinity. He brushed the curls out of your face and tucked it behind your ear so he could see you properly in all of your glory. His fingers remained where they were on your face, the back of his hand grazing against your cheek ever-so-slightly. You twitched at the touch and upon seeing you twitch, he froze in place. Had he been caught in the act? You licked your lips and swallowed, his eyes following the movement of your lips, the temptation to kiss them growing like tides every moment that passed while he stared at them. He couldn’t though, it wasn’t right to kiss you while unconscious. Kissing a deity is dangerous.

He bit down his desires and wheeled his way back to Hoseok’s desk. You inspired him to compose.

a/n again: part 2 was weird and goofy as hell i rlly cringed writing this whole thing tbh. i hope y’all liked my dog lol his irl name is Mangu tho..here’s a pic of him!! btw, when i wrote that scene where y/n was downing the hennessey this is the video i was referring to LMAO y/n and jin have a very interesting dynamic that i am excited to explore in further parts/chapters. need me a freak like jin who’ll wash my face when i’m fucked up😩 and if u didn’t know what song y/n and seokjin were singing during karaoke then you’re prob too young to read this fic 👀 stick around a little bit longer and it’ll start getting angsty and smutty lol. as i said before, pls leave me feedback/criticism!! it helps me in the creative process and motivates me to write further thank youuuuu until next time

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92 Truths~ tag game

Rules: write 92 truths about yourself then tag 25 people.

Thanks to @ulookatme-ilookintoyou for taggin us 💕

Em👸🏽

LAST…

[1] drink: Cold green tea!

[2] phone call: Called my aunt to please pick me up hahaha

[3] text message: I think it was to the same aunt.

[4] song you listened to: Fun by Troye Sivan.

[5] Time you cried: yesterday evening, I’m super sensitive for a lot of things going on in my life so yeah, I was talking about it and cried a lil tiny bit

HAVE YOU EVER…

[6] Dated someone twice: uh no (don’t think I would anyway)

[7] Been cheated on: hmmm let’s say no, but I think one of my boyfriends did, I’m just not 100% sure about it, the asshole...

[8] Kissed someone and regretted it: Yes! it was a friendship sacrifice so... but still yuck.

[9] lost someone special: Yes, but not recently.

[10] Been depresed: Yes, been there.

[11] gotten drunk and thrown up: lol yes, and I don’t like to remember those times, thank you very much.

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

[12] White

[13] Pink

[14] Purple

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU…

[15] made new friends: Met a lot of people, but I don’t consider them friends yet whatsoever.

[16] fallen out of love: Nah

[17] laughed until you cried: Of course! it’s one of life’s pleasures

[18] found ppl were talking about you: nothing bad actually, just nice things, I’m cool like that 😎

[19] met someone who change you: I guess not?

[20] found out who your true friends are:They are the same as always!

[21] kissed someone on your facebook list: No

GENERAL…

[22] how many of your facebook friends do you know irl: Most of them, I’m not that active on fb anyways.

[23] do you have any pets: No, sadly.

[24] do you want to change your name: Well, this is tricky, I’m not the biggest fan of my name but I guess it’s alright to keep it.

[25] what did you do your last birthday: Chilled with grandpa and slept on his bedroom hahaha, I celebrated it like 9 days later.

[26] what time did you wake up: 5:10am (dying internally)

[27] what were you doing at midnight last night: Talking with a friend and simultaneously reading one of the new requests we got for Jin that I finished (I’m my number one fan💞 gotta keep myself going)

[28] name something you cannot wait for: Leaving this country.

[29] when was the last you saw your mother: I honestly can’t recall exactly, like two months? one, or more? something of the sort.

[30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: I guess my personal health, if I could.

[31] what are you listening right now: Touch by Troye Sivan!

[32] have you talked to someone named Tom: Never.

[33] something that is gettin on your nerves: Inefficient people! jesus freaking christ, I’ve been dealing with them the whole day and I just hate it, I don’t have time for inefficiency because other’s don’t freaking do what they have to!!!

[34] most visited websibe: Have to be tumblr and youtube.

[35] elementary: Finished, I was cute, naive and nerdy.

[36] high school: Finished, I was a cool nerd through that hahaha.

[37] college: Finished two years ago! I was cooler and fabulous, burned my eyelashes studying in almost every semester, college made me grow up a lot and learn a lot of things about myself and others, I’m glad it’s already over but it was a good experience🤓

[38] hair color: Dark brown.

[39] long or short hair: I’m fan of both, but currently I’m digging long hair the most.

[40] do you have a crush on someone: Awn, yes, I actually met such a fine man past week, I’m speechless, he’s boyfriend material and I’m 8 out of 10 seeing him at work very soon again aaaahhh

[41] what do you like about yourself: Physically, my body shape, my freckles and beauty/birth marks, my eyes, my voice, my hands. About my personality, hmmm, my endurance, my drive to succeed, my constancy, my imagination, my strong will, my confidence on the days it shines. I’m trying to tell myself the things I love about me more.

[42] piercings: On my ears only.

[43] blood type: B-

[44] nickname: Em, Enicito, Yani, some in my family call me maravillita which is something like little wonder too.

[45] relationship status: Single (but mentally in a long term relationship wih my alpha boyfriend Jin 💕 )

[46] zodiac sign: I’m a Scorpio babe.

[47] pronouns: She/Her

[48] fav tv show: GOT, Say Yes To The Dress, Cupcake War, the gourmet channel, oh and what not to wear.

[49] tattoos: A tiny one on my right ribs.

[50] right or left hand: I use the right.

FIRST…

[51] surgery: None yet.

[52] piercings: None besides the ones on my ears.

[53] best friend: Mars💖

[54] sport: Llike the first I played? idk must have been volleyball, it was the only one I was good at.

[55] Vacations: God, must have been to the capital I suppose.

[56] pair of trainers: I have no idea what this is.

RIGHT NOW…

[57] eating: Pineapple.

[58] drinking: Cold green tea.

[59] im about to: Get into bed and probably talk until late with a friend that is staying over.

[60] listening to: Shape Of You, by Ed Sheeran (love,love,love)

[61] waiting for: Success, luck and wealth in my future!

[62] want: A big big chocolate bar, I’m craving it, oh and flips too but I’m currently banned from buying sweets.

[63] get married: Hopefully I will someday with Mr. Right.

[64] career: I’m a Lawyer.

WHICH IS BETTER…

[65] hugs or kisses: both, but I’m picking hugs.

[66] lips or eyes: I recently discovered I have a thing for full lips, but I’m still picking eyes for this.

[67] shorter or taller: On the man I like? Taller❤️ in anybody else, whatever.

[68] older or younger: I guess older.

[69] romantic or spontaneous: Awn both, I cannot...

[70] nice arms or nice stomach: Nice arms to pick me up with because I’m a princess!!! 🙈

[71] sensible or loud: Let’s say sensible,but not that sensible.

[72] hook up or relationship: hahaha what is this? this depends of the situation and person you’re being with, but a relationship it is.

[73] troublermaker or hesitant: A perfect mixture of both. Hesitancy gets on my nerves and a total troublemaker would get on my bad side sometimes.

HAVE YOU EVER…

[74] kissed a stranger?: Yeah.

[75] drank hard liquor: Yes, in this country you go ride or die with liquor.

[76] lost glasses/contac lenses: Yes, when I was a child I lost my glasses.

[77] turned someone down: Yes.

[78] sex on the first date?: Not yet honey.

[79] broken someone’s heart: I guess not? Idk

[80] had your heart broken?: Yes, it’s all part of experience, makes you learn good things for the rest of your life.

[81] been arrested?: No.

[82] cried when someone died?:Yes, when my grandma did.

[83] fallen for a friend: I had a crush on a friend once.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN…

[84] yourself: Absolutely, I try to always do it.

[85] miracles?: Yes

[86] love at first sight?: No. Attraction at first sight on the other hand, yes.

[87] santa clouse?: hahaha I will if he brings me gifts. I need new makeup Santa, please.

[88] kiss on the first date?: Yes, if the feel is right.

[89] angels?: A total yes for this.

OTHER…

[90] current best friend’s name: Mars 👸💞

[91] eye color: Dark brown

[92] favorite movie: The Corpse Bride it’s an all time favorite, no matter my age.

Mars 👸🏻

LAST…

[1] drink: Black coffee.

[2] phone call: The bank, cries.

[3] text message: a friend to meet up later!

[4] song you listened to: Sexy Movimiento by Wisin Y Yandel (why every time I do these things I’m listening to reggaeton???)

[5] Time you cried: I don’t know, two weeks ago, yey, beating records right here, no cry no more.

HAVE YOU EVER…

[6] Dated someone twice: Yes, and it’s no fun lmao.

[7] Been cheated on: Yes.

[8] Kissed someone and regretted it: Oh yes, I wish I could unkiss.

[9] lost someone special: Yes.

[10] Been depresed: Yes.

[11] gotten drunk and thrown up: Yeah lol more than I’d like to admit.

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

[12] Pink

[13] Black

[14] Grey

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU…

[15] made new friends: Yes, some didn’t last but yeah.

[16] fallen out of love: No.

[17] laughed until you cried: Yes!!! and oh god it’s the best feeling ever.

[18] found ppl were talking about you: Yes yes, good and bad, but we can’t control what other people do or think so...

[19] met someone who change you: Nah.

[20] found out who your true friends are:I found out this a long time ago.

[21] kissed someone on your facebook list: No.

GENERAL…

[22] how many of your facebook friends do you know irl: I don’t use Facebook lol but when I had one I knew a lot.

[23] do you have any pets: Yes!!! Her name is Paris and she’s a beautiful Alaskan Malamute, so beautiful although we are not together at the moment, cries❤️💔

[24] do you want to change your name: Not anymore, there was a time I wanted a cooler name but the hell, my name is pretty.

[25] what did you do your last birthday: I had a great day at NYC, it was amazing, I went to sephora and then ate japanese, what else could I have asked for??

[26] what time did you wake up: 8am!

[27] what were you doing at midnight last night: Writing!! Yes Yes, I was writing a Taehyung scenario.

[28] name something you cannot wait for: Being economically stable on my own.

[29] when was the last you saw your mother: A week ago, I won’t see her for a long time, gonna miss that girl and her amazing cooking.

[30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: I have to be more motivated.

[31] what are you listening right now: Beautiful by Crush, one minute reggaeton and one minute this, that’s how my brain works lol.

[32] have you talked to someone named Tom: No.

[33] something that is gettin on your nerves: My bank!!!! I cannot deal with banks.

[34] most visited websibe: Tumblr or youtube.

[35] elementary: Finished, following Em’s line I’d say I was mischievous and rebellious.

[36] high school: Finished, I was a rebel for the most part, but I was pretty cool and popular so it was fun lol

[37] college: Same as Em I finished two years ago (wow it’s been a while) I had many stages at college, I studied a lot, but I also partied a lot, I knew a lot of people and did a lot of crazy things, some things weren’t the best but at the end it was all great because I learned a lot.

[38] hair color: Dark brown.

[39] long or short hair: Long hair all the way.

[40] do you have a crush on someone: No, and I’m kind of angry because I want a crush lmao, but I’vent find someone I like recently.

[41] what do you like about yourself: Well let’s start physically, I love my hands and my legs, I like how I’m a bit short but my body shape is elegant since I have long and slender legs and arms. I love my hair, my lips, my a+ boobs no shame here. And about my personality I love my imagination, the way I speak, I love how I can be both very friendly but very reserved at times, I love the way I can adapt to certain things, I love my empathy to others, I love many things about myself!

[42] piercings: Right now two on both ears.

[43] blood type: A.

[44] nickname: Mars, here on tumblr. Mary, Pachi, Garza (which is heron in spanish).

[45] relationship status: Single, of course Min Yoongi would beg to differ but I’m not an easy girl 😈

[46] zodiac sign: Sagittarius.

[47] pronouns: She/Her

[48] fav tv show: GoT, The Walking Dead, What not to wear, everything in discovery id, American Horror Story, etc.

[49] tattoos: None.

[50] right or left hand: Right.

FIRST…

[51] surgery: Just one.

[52] piercings: I got one in my tongue once, I’m telling you, I was a rebel lmao.

[53] best friend: My first best friend was named Natasha, she’s an awesome girl, I’ve seen her in a while but I wish her the best!

[54] sport: I don’t remember the first I played, but I was in tennis classes once so...

[55] Vacations: To Margarita I guess, we traveled a lot while I was a child and I don’t remember.

[56] pair of trainers: What?

RIGHT NOW…

[57] eating: Nothing.

[58] drinking: I finished my coffee a while ago.

[59] im about to: Either write or go out.

[60] listening to: Not Today by BTS.

[61] waiting for: The plans for today to know what I’m going to wear.

[62] want: More makeup, more money, more love. But chicken and beer would be nice too.

[63] get married: Yes yes, I hope someday.

[64] career: I’m a Lawyer.

WHICH IS BETTER…

[65] hugs or kisses: I like both, but I’m picking kisses today!

[66] lips or eyes: Eyes!

[67] shorter or taller: My man has to be taller than me, which is not difficult lol

[68] older or younger: Older?

[69] romantic or spontaneous: Both are amazing.

[70] nice arms or nice stomach: Nice arms, and nice hands!!!! If he doesn’t have nice hands I cannot.

[71] sensible or loud: Sensible.

[72] hook up or relationship: It depends on the person, because there are guys who are just for hooking up, but I want a relationship, so, relationship it is.

[73] troublermaker or hesitant: I don’t know, too hesitant is boring, too troublesome would be annoying. Something in the middle I guess.

HAVE YOU EVER…

[74] kissed a stranger?: Yes.

[75] drank hard liquor: Yes, sometimes fun, sometimes it isn’t lol

[76] lost glasses/contac lenses: Yes.

[77] turned someone down: Yes.

[78] sex on the first date?: Yes lmao, for the fun!

[79] broken someone’s heart: Yes.

[80] had your heart broken?: Yes, it hurts a lot but then you feel like you are another person which is a great feeling by the way.

[81] been arrested?: No.

[82] cried when someone died?:Yes, it hurts to say goodbye.

[83] fallen for a friend: Nah, friends are just friends.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN…

[84] yourself: Yes! At least is what I mean.

[85] miracles?: Yes

[86] love at first sight?: Not love love, but like, the feel that you Have to get to know that person.

[87] santa clouse?: I wish.

[88] kiss on the first date?: If we both are into it and I think it’d be good then yeah sure.

[89] angels?: Yes.

OTHER…

[90] current best friend’s name: Em 💞

[91] eye color: Dark brown

[92] favorite movie: I have a lot of favorite movies, how can you do this?? But two of my all time favorites are Gone Girl and Memoirs of a Geisha.

We tag everyone who wants to to do this!!! Love you all!!!

#long post #tag game #about us

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