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jjkeverlast · 1 year

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Hello wifey I am requesting a smutty Yoongi Drabble because I want to make you write Yoongi smut 😈 let’s say.. maybe in the shower? Who doesn’t love that.

Congrats on your milestone bby it’s so deserved!!!

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-> pairing roommate!yoongi x f.reader

-> genres/aus humor & smut

-> summary the two years you've shared an apartment with yoongi, there's been zero inconveniences that could resolve into feelings between the two of you. that is until you accidentally catch a glance at much more of yoongi than you internally wished for... or did you?

-> word count 3.9k

-> warnings accidental flashing, shower sexxxx, fingering, handjob, groping, kissing, spanking and unprotected sex.

-> author's note hi wifeyyyy, thank u for requesting some yoongs hehe hope this adds to the thirst!! <3 (also, i do not have taglists for requests! thank youu <3)

Yoongi was anxious. Since he sent an application to a music production company last week, he hasn’t been able to sleep, eat nor function. The answer was eating him from the inside and you, as his roommate had enough. Which is why you suggested he takes a long warm shower while you make him some breakfast.

As the warm water trickled down Yoongi’s body, he felt somewhat at ease. The answer was slowly drifting away, the more fog appeared on the bathroom windows. As Yoongi pushes his hair back, a specific ping is heard from his phone laying on the counter. With widened eyes, Yoongi abruptly stops his shower, stepping out quickly to see if he was just delusional or if he really received his answer at this moment.

After a deep breath, he takes a hold of his phone, swiping on the notification. His heart is about to jump out of his chest as he reads on, only to notice that he’s gotten in. He made it. He got a chance with his dream music company. Overfilled with excitement from the good news, Yoongi doesn’t think for a minute, instead rushing out to tell you.

‘’Y/N! I got in! Fuck, I got in!’’ You hear Yoongi shout from the bathroom, turning around with his cup of coffee, realizing he’s standing butt naked in front of you. Out of shock, you drop the mug as you quickly turn, out of respect towards Yoongi. Your eyes have widened out of surprise, not being able to form a simple congratulations to your stressed out roommate.

It’s then that Yoongi realizes he’s flashed you. He can’t process the unsettling turn of events he’s created, but decides to back away slowly, continuously apologizing whereas you’re repeating you saw absolutely nothing. Which is not true, your vision is 20/20, so with even a small peak you saw everything.

Two years. Two years you’ve lived with Min Yoongi and there hasn’t been once where either of you slipped and landed you both in an uncomfortable situation. That’s what made living with Yoongi so great. There were no feelings, no doubts and certainly no accidental flashing. You made it to two years until, well, today.

It was overwhelming, Yoongi’s dick stayed engraved in your brain, desperate to keep itself locked whereas you wished you could kick it out with full force. Sadly, that’s not how the world works nor your mind. You realized Yoongi had gone quiet in the bathroom, probably re-thinking his impulsive choice of walking out without a towel wrapped around his hips.

To make this easier for you both, you flee. More specifically to Jimin, a friend of yours and Yoongi who’s the only one you can openly talk to about just anything.

With a few rushed knocks from your part, Jimin opens the door with a worried expression and before he even gets to greet you, you interrupt him.

“I accidentally saw Yoongi’s dick!” Out of panic, you run into Jimin’s apartment as your anxious state increases. What do you do? You can’t erase the sight of his— Fuck!

“Wait… can you calm down a bit?” Jimin closes the door, his eyes watching you hastily walking from left to right by his living room couch. Your arms are crossed over your chest and you’re mumbling all sorts of nonsense to yourself.

With a shout to your name, you abruptly stop. Jimin looks at you as if you’ve completely lost it — in this case you have.

“I can’t help you if you don’t just sit down and tell me what happened.” Jimin’s tone indicates he’s annoyed with you and to not make it worse for either of you, you sit down on his couch, finding a way to calm yourself — you settle on fiddling with the loose string from your shirt.

“Okay, start from the beginning.” Jimin settles on sitting in front of you, his eyes and ears averting towards you.

You exhale, figuring out how to formulate yourself to Jimin who’s nothing but confused. ‘’Well, Yoongi was waiting for an answer from his dream music production company. Apparently he got the answer while he was showering and then he walked out to tell me, but he forgot that he wasn’t wearing a towel, I think, I’m actually not sure. But that’s how it happened and now I just can’t stop thinking about it. I mean, okay, I turned around the minute I saw that he was naked but Jimin… Ugh! I don’t know. Just, help me.’’

Jimin plays with his fingers, figuring out a way to help you but nothing comes to mind. ‘’I– this is a tricky situation. I mean I don’t think Yoongi is thinking too much about it, so maybe act like it didn’t happen?’’ His suggestion did make sense, Yoongi was very calm in most situations and maybe he’s already forgotten about it.

‘’Okay. Thank you, Jimin.’’ You smile, your heartbeat slowing down to a normal pace and you finally let it down.

‘’Was it big though?’’ Jimin wiggles his eyebrows in a jokingly manner and you respond to his question by throwing a pillow to his face.

Returning back home wasn’t easy, but you managed to keep in mind that Yoongi moved on and so should you. With that, you entered your shared apartment and Yoongi was sitting on the kitchen island, scrolling on his computer with a frown.

‘’Hey.’’ He looks up, returning a greeting and the tension eases when he softly gazes at you. When the silence returns to the kitchen, you decide to speak up once again.

‘’Should we celebrate? How about a movie night with some take out?’’

‘’Yeah, that sounds good.’’ His smile doesn’t fall and you take it as a good sign regarding the awkward encounter you had earlier this morning.

‘’Where did you go earlier?’’ Oh fuck. You facepalm yourself, feeling like a complete ass for just leaving without a word. He must’ve thought he really fucked up by accidentally flashing you, due to his excitement.

‘’Shit, yeah sorry, I went to Jimin’s.’’ You explain and Yoongi just nods, before settling his eyes back on the screen.

You return back to your room, not being able to bear the somewhat awkward silence which is currently roaming between the two of you. Hopefully a movie and take out will be able to fix it.

Jimin’s suggestion was the only thing keeping you sane currently, but you were hanging on a thin thread. What if he genuinely can’t forget about it? No, that’s not Yoongi but then again you’ve never had such an encounter before so it’s hard to know. Landing flat on your bed you groan out of frustration. Normally you’d talk it out, but that’s long out of the window since neither of you brought it up. Maybe you should, yet then again, does he want you to? You settle on distracting yourself instead, answering a few emails in the meantime which you originally had planned later today.

You don’t notice the time flying, a few knocks to your door sending you back to reality. Yoongi peeps in, holding a takeout bag and you jump out of your bed in excitement, trailing behind him to the living room. He’s already prepared a film for the two of you to watch and set the coffee table right in front of the couch.

As the movie plays, you start eating as well as Yoongi. You don’t recognize the movie and when you ask what it’s about, Yoongi explains how he just decided to click on the ‘play something’ button because he was indecisive.

The movie starts out hilarious, making you both chuckle along the way. It was featuring Justin Timberlake and Mila Kunis, an odd but strangely good pairing for a romantic comedy. Yoongi was long done with his food, resting back on the couch as he tilted his head to a more comfortable position. You just finished yourself, deciding to wash it down with some water. The moment you’re slowly sipping on your drink, the movie displays a sex scene which sends you a shockwave, making you spit out your drink.

The moans begin to increase, as well as your heartbeat and Yoongi just looks at you with a puzzled look. You smile awkwardly, trying to wipe away the water that has now landed everywhere.

‘’Are you okay?’’

‘’Mhm, mhm, I’m great.’’ You send him a thumbs up, cringing right after your gesture. Why are you so awkward? Yoongi’s acting perfectly fine, so why can’t you? You hate your brain for not letting you function normally after you’ve seen a dick for a split second.

Yoongi’s expression is hard to read, if only you knew what he was thinking. Thankfully, the sex scene ends quicker than you expected and the plot continues to roll on the TV-screen.

You’re appalled by your behavior towards your roommate. Since when did you become so awkward? The answer is strapped to the back of your mind but you really don’t want to go there. At least not when he’s sitting right beside you, a natural expression covering his face.

Yoongi is too focused on the cliché humor thrown in on the screen to notice your eyes diverting to his side profile. In the two years you’ve been roommates with Yoongi, you’ve never really seen him. His eyelashes are a perfect length, along with his soft and round nose, paired up by his rosy lips. His silver earrings are decorating his ears and your eyes avert towards his jawline, tensing for a split second which pulls you out of your trance.

For the rest of the evening, you don’t look towards Yoongi, your body warming up by his features. It’s then you realize, Min Yoongi is very pretty.

Two weeks have passed since the accidental flashing. The awkward moments have eased down, although sadly your attention towards Min Yoongi has only grown, your body growing weak whenever he’s near you. His back is turned to you, as he cuts the onions for dinner while covered in a white t-shirt and sweatpants. Your throat grows dry, as your mouth keeps hanging open over his back. What is even happening to you? For two weeks you’ve managed to drive yourself mad over your roommate that you truly do not know how to get out of it. Do you talk to him about it? No, that would only make things weird. Maybe Jimin can help your stressed out state, due to you being solemnly attracted to Yoongi.

[You] : Jimin

[You] : I’m going insane.

[Jimin] : Oh no. Is this about Mr. Forgot a towel and accidentally flashed you with his big dick?

If Jimin was standing in front of you, you’d flick him off over the new nickname he’s gotten for Yoongi. Worst thing was that your body tingled, remembering Yoongi’s wet naked body in front of you before everything was disrupted into pure chaos.

[You] : Park Jimin. It’s getting out of hand.

[You] : Whenever I look at him… my body just idk– grows hot? And I get nervous around him… Ugh what the fuck is happening to me????

[Jimin] : Babe. You like him.

Your eyes divert back to your roommate, studying his movements as the sounds of a knife cutting through vegetables fills the room. Do you really like Yoongi? Is this why your body reacts the way it does? Fuck. You’re so fucked.

‘’Hey, could you pass me a napkin? My eyes are fucking stinging.’’ Yoongi’s eyes are watered, the small wet beads covering the corner of his eyes, as he tries to wipe them in the sleeve of his white t-shirt messily.

‘’Sure.’’ You place your phone by the counter, fiddling around the kitchen to find the napkins, while Yoongi dries out his hands.

‘’Hey, let me show you this song I listened to yesterday.’’ You’re crouched down, your arm extended deep inside the cabinet to fetch for the napkins when you hum.

‘’I can’t find my phone. Let me use yours.’’

‘’Sure.’’ Yoongi whistles while grabbing your phone as you stand up with the missing item in hand. The tone of the whistling drops slowly, his face dropping into shock. It’s then that you realize you’ve forgotten to remove the conversation between Jimin and you.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

‘’Yoongi—’’ Your words get swallowed, every nerve kicking in your body to contain yourself from further embarrassment.

You take notice of the onion smell covering the room, all while silence roams between you and your roommate. You’re unsure if you want him to say something or to just keep quiet.

‘’I’m… Sorry. I didn’t mean to read you and Jimin’s messages.’’ You’re appreciative of his apology, your mind fogged with every outcome of this situation. One of them being you moving out in the next hour.

‘’It’s—’’ You clear your throat, noticing how dry it’s gotten again. ‘’It’s fine.’’ You’re fiddling with your hair, fingers turning wet and clammy. The anxiousness is creeping itself as a shadow behind you, torturing you whenever a second passes of Yoongi not saying anything that can save you both out of this situation.

The call of your name directs your gaze towards him, his expression soft even though the outline of his brows are furrowed.

‘’Since when have you—’’ He hesitates to finish, your lips moving to a straight line because truly? You don’t know. You have no idea for how long, but one thing you do know is that you really do like Yoongi.

‘’I’m not sure.’’ Yoongi reciprocates with a nod, the silence returning to the kitchen. You want to flee. Whenever you’re exposed to an uncomfortable situation, you run away from it. It’s what you do best. You’ve done it ever since you’re little, the inside voice screaming at you to leave. Which explains you excusing yourself and locking yourself in the bathroom.

The thing about your apartment is that the only door that really locks is the bathroom and you have to save yourself, badly.

‘’Wait—’’ Yoongi’s knocking on the door, your panic state ignoring the sounds revolving between you.

‘’Please, just open the door.’’ Yoongi’s tone indicates he’s worried, forming a guilt for catching your messages revealing your crush on him.

You hesitate, your hand resting on the lock for it to turn, pausing to think if it’s a good idea to open the door.

‘’I’m worried, please.’’ Hearing Yoongi clears the fog around you, your hands moving rather quickly and finally you both meet eye to eye.

‘’Look, Yoongi I–’’

‘’You like me?’’ His voice has turned low and the corner of his lips curve upwards, turning into a smirk and you melt on the spot. Your nerves loosen as you lose trance in Yoongi.

‘’Shut up.’’ You shrug him off, looking down on the bathroom floor rather than his brown eyes.

Yoongi doesn’t respond, instead he pulls himself forward — his nose brushing against your own. Your gaze softens, brushing your nose up closer, making your lips linger above his. Yoongi’s eyelids shut, moving towards you and finally kissing you.

Kissing Yoongi feels warm, comforting and right. So right you pull him closer, your hands roaming on his back, pulling on the fabric of his shirt. The kiss turns heated or more so messy as your lips move in sync, both of you falling apart in each other's touch. Yoongi becomes brave, inserting his tongue to brush above yours. You give in, letting your tongues play freely as you continuously tug harshly onto the material, growing hot over Yoongi’s firm grip around your waist.

Yoongi decides to be the first to pull away, resting his forehead against yours as he tries to catch his breath. ‘’You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.’’

“Yoongi.” You exhale, sincerity meeting your gaze by Yoongi’s and you want him, need him in every way possible. You’re not wasting your time anymore. Not when you finally have him.

“What is it?” His fingers trace on your face, circling around your features softly as he looks at you.

“I want you.”

Yoongi chuckles, answering you with his mouth once again as he plays with your lips and tongue in every way. He’s gonna show you. He’s gonna show you just how much he likes you.

You follow his lead, reciprocating his movements with your own, both of you creating a mutual pace. Until Yoongi presses you further inside the bathroom, your back landing against the glass wall of the walk-in shower. Is he—

“Get in.” You look behind you, careful as you step inside of the shower. Yoongi trails behind you, his fingers taking a hold of your form again and groping whatever his hand lands on. Fuck. He can't get enough of you. You feel so soft, so warm against him.

His touch makes your head spin, as his palm crawls under your shirt, pulling it upwards — resulting in you exposing yourself to him. You’re not wearing a bra, at least not when you’re home and Yoongi can’t help but lick his lips as he admires your breasts. You’re shivering a bit, nipples perked before they’re covered by his hands.

The moments you’ve spent admiring Yoongi and his unforgettable features, one you noticed were his hands. God, so veiny, so big. Making you drool whenever he’d use them, the prominent veins moving along. And now they were on your breasts, touching them as if they were always meant to be there.

Yoongi goes back to kissing you, his left arm stretching behind you, pulling down on the handle — letting the water fall onto you both.

The water is cold at first, turning warmer with time as you both make yourselves at ease under it. Your head falls back, eyes closed accepting the water falling apart onto your exposed face. Yoongi’s tongue circles and traces along your neck and one of his hands grope your ass, pushing you further against him.

You gasp, your body and mind reacting to his languid touch under the pressure of water. Your hands begin to explore again, starting by the nape of his neck, his wet hair melting between your fingers as you trace further down. That’s when you notice it. Yoongi’s white t-shirt sticks to his stomach, revealing his chest along with it. You can’t stop looking down, his gray sweatpants now a much darker shade of gray. They don’t even try to hide his hard on, and because you simply want all of Yoongi, you grab ahold of his cock.

“Fuck—“ he groans against your neck, biting gently on the flesh.

You continue, your palm cupping him above the wet fabric. You’re growing impatient since he’s kissed you. But the warm water helps ease your impatience, letting your mind drown with the water further down the drain and just enjoy every part of Min Yoongi.

Yoongi decides to return the favor, his hand now unbuttoning your pants in a hurry and you can’t help giggling at his eagerness which nearly matches yours.

The first time the pad of his thumb brushes over your clit, you moan. Yoongi’s cock tightens in your hand all while he continues to touch you. His fingers work like wonders, taking his time in learning about what you like and how you want to be touched.

Yoongi leans his forehead against yours, both of you breathing and moaning against each other’s lips. Your hand reaches under the fabric, as it meets the silky skin.

Somehow you both create a reciprocal pace, Yoongi’s fingers curling inside of you as you stroke him.

“Fuck you’re so tight.” You try to bite back a moan, his words affecting you a lot more than you would’ve thought and sadly, you aren’t good at hiding it.

“Let me hear you. Don’t be shy.” You answer with a whine. Yoongi’s feeling you up till the brim as he pushes further in, all while his thumb continues to rub circles onto your clit — adding it to the stimulation that accumulates within you. You’re so close, clenching already around him but deeply wishing it was his cock instead.

“Fuck me. Please, fuck me Yoongi.” You don’t care that you sounded desperate because Yoongi’s reaction proves to you just how much he loves to hear you beg. He never saw the day coming of you becoming desperate earned by his fingers. But here you are, fully wet and moaning while filled up. Yoongi could watch you like this forever, he’d never get tired of the sight you’re offering to him.

“Yeah? You want me?” He’s teasing you, and frankly you don’t mind the small comments he’s hoping to receive.

“Mhm.” You kiss him again, able to taste the water as your tongue teases his, rolling around it at a leisurely pace.

That’s it. You’re both done with the games. Shuffling to remove the remaining pieces of clothing, laughing in the process at it not being easy but somehow you manage.

“Turn around.”

Your back faces him, both of your palms flat against the marble wall of the shower. The grasp from Yoongi returns, both of his hands covered with soap as he spreads it around your form. He moves up forward, lips resting by your ear as he covers your front to, squeezing and pulling at your breasts making you lean back against his shoulder and moan out his name. The soap trails down your legs, forming a pool at the bottom by the drain.

Yoongi’s tip slides in between your folds, pressing itself on your clit to edge you just a little bit further. This fucker. He’s loving every moment of your body breaking down, simply by the virtue of his cock. Although, your silent complaint disappears when you feel the familiar stretch, as he inserts himself with ease. Fuck.

You love Yoongi’s hands, but his cock? Nothing beats that. Your pussy is pleased, stretched out and wet. Your fists tighten against the marble, a breathy moan escaping your lips.

“Yeah. So fucking tight.” Yoongi starts to move his hips, your body moving along. The pace is intense yet slow, letting you feel every inch of him buried inside of you. The action begins to activate the recognizable feeling forming at the pit of your stomach.

“Shit—“ You swiftly grab hold of Yoongi’s wrist, tightening the grip as he continues his pace, grunting as he watches how his cock is fully engulfed by your heat.

You’ve lost count of time and space, clenching around Yoongi as the knot snaps. Your dazed state takes over not long after you’ve covered his cock with your arousal.

Yoongi doesn’t know how long he’ll last with you like this. Your back and ass are still covered with soap and now his cock coated with your cum. He’ll never get tired of this, of you. He doesn’t exactly know when feelings started to appear, but they were always there somehow. Whenever you’d walk around the apartment in your summer pajamas, Yoongi had to distract himself, to cover up the blush that was covering his cheeks.

Remembering just how long he’s watched you in silence, he realizes he has you. You like him. The thought infiltrates Yoongi’s mind, the motion of his hips slowly turning sloppy. You encourage Yoongi to come inside of you, feeling his body tense behind you. Fuck, you’re so out of it, the water continuing to trickle down your body, building up the intensity of the situation. Yoongi turns breathy, a strained moan leaving his lips guided by a final thrust as he finishes.

His chest is heaving behind you while he pushes his hair back with both hands covered with a smile.

‘’What?’’

“I’m taking it that you like me too?” You joke, Yoongi slapping your ass in return because you’re right. He does indeed like you.

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abloomingperiod · 11 months

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try | min yoongi

"i hate you."

he snaps his head, eyes locked on your face, but not to the point where he used to go - making you unable to speak.

"i hate you and your eyes when they're searching for any ounce of secrecy in mine. i hate your ability to catch every word that i keep from you before i stuff them down my throat again. i hate your will to listen to me, and even more, your desire to do it again. i hate your hands and how they never fucking let my chin when i try and hide from you.

yoongi is a man of personality. he will scoff, he will bicker, he will complain and he will make his opinions clear.

but now, as he watched closely the way your face glowed with your tears, he knows better. like he knows the palm of his hand, he knows the best he can do, is keep his mouth shut.

"i hate how you make everything seem so easy, but somehow can't figure out how to fucking call after 5 days of sleeping and staying with me." you're aware of your surroundings: his place, his room, his space. you sense you should feel bad about telling him off at his own goddamn home.... but should you?

after he did the same?

after he went to your place, your room, your space, and then tore you off like a used band-aid from a wound?

you're not the type to go just vent. no, you're top caught up in your own head to do so. yet, you feel like he should be as uncomfortable as one can possibly be.

he made you feel that, why shouldn't he?

"i fucking hate your arms when they embrace me, even though i want you away. i hate that they know i don't really want to." you weakly let out a bitter laugh at that, knowing you're probably falling off the deep end of what should be a tell off, a firm and stern goodbye. but you know you could never do that.

that is not you, and yoongi also knows that very well. which is why his eyes go redder and redder, saved from your sight by his dark locks and your scared chin, that holds your face down.

"i hate your fucking body for making mine feel so unprepared and held hostage of you. i hate your warmth and i hate the feel of your hands on me. i hate your fucking touch, and i hate the fact that if you approach me right now, i will forget everything i want to say. i hate how you make me forget my own name, but can't seem to know anything but yours when i'm coming down under you" you feel your cheeks redden as they have been doing lately every time anything carnal comes up regarding yoongi, and the fact that it does, only makes you hate him even more.

because it's never been like that. no carnal shit has ever made your cheeks red.

because this wasn't just carnal, and you knew that.

and you hated yoongi for that.

"i hate you for making me feel like i'm the only thing in the world, like i'm your fucking 'love'" you hiss at the nickname he himself put in you.

"there you go, love" "good morning, love" "you can tell me anything, love" "but i want to hear about it, love" "i'm being serious, love"

love, love, love..

it seems impossible to not observe those 4 letters move around until it becomes a mere gutted, bitter and scary feeling.

yoongi catches his breath before you can hear any urgent sniffle from him. because of course he does. he undresses you, your feelings and your heart, and uses it as a shield for his own.

"i hate you more than anything and everyone in the world, because i can't fucking hate you",

and with that, your voice breaks, along with your already weak posture and you hold your face on your hands as to try and protect the last layer that's left, and surprisingly, the first he peeled when he first saw you across that bar, with a dark, firm make-up trying and holding his stare, whilst keeping a smile as your teeth sank on your on lip.

he knows every layer of you, and like nothing, tears it apart.

yoongi feels like a kid that's desperately trying to cover his misdoings from his elders. he knows he's beyond to blame, but still, keeps his gaze on the floor as the only glimpse of you he catches is your nervous feet, movind around nonstoppably.

"and i hate you because i fucking love you, desperately and insanely."

yoongi lifts his gaze for the first time since you started talking, and he scolds himself like never before for that.

seeing people crying is never the best sight, but watching you, the person he feels like he could kill for, breaking apart in front of him, doesn't feel like a scold.

it feels worse.

a sinking consequence.

a punishment.

a capital sin he should pay for.

"i can't fucking do this anymore" you say in a defeated voice "you did it, congratulations. you know me and not you know what you did." yoongi can sense what you're about to do and his heart, if not on the ground, is probably because it got stuck in his tightening grip on the counter top he supported himself.

"i don't know what else you intend to do, but it has to stop. i'm done with your shit, so leave me out of it. this isn't me, this isn't the type of thing i get into, and you fucking know that because i told you so." your tears start falling again, and your head feels like it's gonna explode. but the pain isn't as near as the one in your heart. "so please, please" you beg him, and you're sure you never seemed so pleading, not even when you wanted him to make you beg in other circumstances "fucking let me be, 'cause i can't stand this anymore."

yoongi feels like he might bust at any moment. how could he be so inside his own head, to not realize what he has done before you literally cried it out for him?

but of course he wouldn't. it was so easy to read others, but not nearly as easy as shutting off from them.

but he knows better than to cherish this fact. after seeing the damage he has done, it was transformed into a reason to feel ashamed of himself.

and he hates himself for that. he hated every layer you peeled for him, as he simultaneously battle himself to not peel his own. he hated that, and he hated that it affected you.

you. the person that made him feel like a deranged man. the person he kissed every limb, chased every freckle, cleaned every millimeter of skin after marking it, and mumbled desperate promises in the dead of night to.

you, his love.

but love wasn't supposed to hurt like that.

he knows that very well.

and you know that very well, too.

and he's aware of that, even more so now, that you're gathering every layer he peeled off of you, to regain yourself.

he knows he fucked everything up.

he knows.

he, then, reaches for something in his pocket. a black, tiny box, and fiddles with it for a few seconds.

you're not sure why, but your legs feel like giving up.

"i should've been quicker on my feet" he mumbles, as he sadly looks down at the mysterious object.

"i got it a month ago... the day after the blackout" he seems to go back to that day. ah, yes. the blackout.

it was mid-afternoon, a regular saturday with not much to do, but since you had yoongi over your body, and his warm, plump lips on your skin, it was far from boring.

unfortunately, as you guys laid spent on his bed, your phone died, which meant it hadn't charged, and that's when you realized the power went off.

his place had two way out's and both needed energy to function. so instead of storming out as you used to do after your rendezvous, you stood there, with him. and hours ago, after huge conversations, room-filling laughter and urgent make out sessions, as you left, yoongi realized he wished the power never came back.

he comes back to where you're both at right now, and it feels like ages ago.

a month.

he went a month with that ring on his pocket slapping his own face mentally as he tried to find the perfect time to open its lid and his heart for you.

but you were quicker on your feet, as you were quicker on wearing your heart on your sleeve when you got comfortable - or wrecked - enough.

yoongi bitterly chuckles, but you don't hate him for that. no, his single tear detaches from him in such a fast way you don't have the time to do so, before another one comes.

"i know you find commitment jewelry rather 'lame"... so you can still use it as just accessory, if you want to." he keeps explaining himself with a voice that's suffocated from his urge to cry. he lets another sad, bitter chuckle out "you seemed so radiant when it fit your finger..."

he couldn't've.

he shouldn't've.

well, he did.

"you shouldn't have done that'." you lightly scold him.

"i wanted to"

"what changed, then?"

"it has 'i love you' engraved inside, you know."

then, his eyes get to yours, and you feel like you've been petrified.

of course it did.

and you know very well it didn't when you tried it back then in the pottery shop, but it did now, and you don't know if it's a sick game of his, or if he's really that much of a coward to not put himself together and just give it - the ring and his whole - to you, like he knew you were wiling to do for him.

"you know damn well i am right here ready for you and you don't do it"

"i'm sorry-"

"do you even know what goes inside your head?"

"i wish i didn't if it'd make it easier"

then, you go silent. yoongi is good with words, but surprisingly, not when is his own thoughts translated to them. and you're tired of it.

"i can't put myself into something if it's one-sided"

"it's not"

"you don't seem to be sure of that"

"i'm as sure as i am with death"

you can't do this anymore, you can't, you can't.

"yoongi, i can't be tortured like that because you're afraid" then, you snap back into it all. "hell, i was fucking mortified and yet i let it go because you made me feel like i could" the least you can do is fucking retribute."

and he knows that.

he knows that.

"i can retribute"

you sigh and close your eyes. no. not this. not months ago. not now.

not when you can't do it anymore.

"a ring and a tear is not enough"

"i don't think it is"

you look back to the floor and wish you could stop your tears from coming back, but it would be wasted effort. one you could use right now to say no to his advances.

yoongi tries to approaching you carefully, like you could break just from feeling his warm body close to you. "can i?" he asks.

you look back at his eyes with a feeling you know he understands, and he wants to slaps his own face for being responsible for it.

you're guarded up.

of course you are, and it didn't surprise him.

then, he reaches the black box for you.

"i still think it looks beautiful on you" he comments, the same thing he commented months ago, when you tried it.

"looks beautiful on you, love."

you sniff at his gift, and touches it as if it was a new puppy for a kid, or a confirmation letter from the best college out there for a teen.

you touch it as if you adored it, even in it's been seconds since he gave it to you.

you touch it as if it was a piece of him he gave to you.

you touch it as if it was him.

and suddenly, your fingers itches for his skin.

and you cry because of it.

"i would do anything to try again" he says in a tone that made you heart break three times in a row. "anything."

you stare at him, and his eyes are already on you.

"you really think you tried once?"

he fucking crumbles at your words. they cut like a knife, but he knows you're not lying.

it might be hurting like nothing before, but you're not lying.

"i think i can try more. this i think" he retaliates, but not in a defensive way, no. yoongi knows he's in no place to do so.

it sounds more like a fact. he knows he can.

all he needed is for you to know it too.

he approaches you, but this time, you don't move an inch, and doesn't raise one eyebrow. instead, you feel it and your tears falling together.

"let me try."

he says, looking right at your eyes, and you swear you wanted to grab him by his collar and never let him go. as usual.

yoongi cups your face carefully, his thumbs wiping your tears away as you bit your lip anxiously.

"i want- i will try."

you raise your eyes and find his, that are already on yours and you find in them a stripped yoongi; one that you've only seen in the dead of night, one you've only seen when he's with his six closest friends.

one you've only seen when he loses himself in his true colors.

"anything." he says, mouth close to yours, gaze never letting go.

and when he feels your hand raising the box to him, for a few seconds, he feels his heart in shambles all around the room.

but that is until you open your mouth.

"start from when you stopped, then."

oh, and will he.

with his whole being, and his entire soul.

for a minute, you hate him for saying those exact words.

but at the same time, deep down to where he can see in your eyes, you know you don't.

you know, you actually love it.

you love it.

you love him.

and you see mirrored in his eyes.

he loves you.

he loves you, he will try.

he will try.

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nobody doesn't know anymore | myg

everyone knows, what loneliness can do to a mind. his mind is something that likes to use negatives, if only to complicate his feelings. yoongi is at the edge, thinking about everything that has built him into the man he is. then what is it that he still craves for? nobody doesn't know — because everyone knows it's not him, but his loneliness thinking.

pairing ; no pairing ft. yoongi

rating/genre ; pg // angst, idol au.

wc ; 1.4k

warnings ; thoughts about past, heavy use of metaphors (forgive me), my bad interpretation of people pt 2, hard childhood, inner turmoil, feelings of grief and loss.

note ; i wrote this so quick. people made me think so so so much. and i am in no way saying that this is what he is talking about in the song, so mind me. it's just that this song inspired me to write this. take this as a disclaimer but m not claiming that these are yoongi's thoughts — these are mine. if you understand what I'm trying to deliver, have my kisses please. listen to people pt 2 ft. iu by agust d for that's what compelled me to write this lol. again, this might not make much sense and idk how I've ended it! also, this is unedited hehe. for we die on this hill.

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Yoongi likes to think he has accomplished a lot in his life, but even that is a lie. And he knows that.

He had a dream when he was in middle school, and the years he had put into achieving it had been lengthy, and stressful. There were stretched moments of happiness too, where he had found himself at peace, proud of himself. But come today and he feels like there's a hole inside him.

He feels hollow. His heart still craves for more.

The dim light of his bedroom falls on his eyes and he breathes easily, taking in the air conditioned air with his eyes fluttering shut.

His mind drifts to his years of being a rebel, always disappointed by the ways of the world, and his lips quirk a little. Oh how foolish he was to think that he will be able to change it, that he will be able to see a place different from the one he has seen. With his eyes closed he shakes his head, thinking about the time he had realized how wrong he was.

The world is not going to change. It has billions of years in the making, and he, a mere man in his twenties, who has hardly seen the depth of the people living in it, has no chance of changing it. People might think he has seen a lot, known a lot, and is familiar with the ways of a lot – but the truth is that his knowledge has always been bound by his interests. He learns about the things he wants to know about, he doesn't go and seek answers for the questions which have never made their way into his mind.

His fingers twitch on his chest. He has always had this innate desire of being at peace. But even now, when he is supposed to feel it, his heart aches for something else. And maybe it's a shot in the dark, but the thought of an emotion that is so raw, but still built with layers of other feelings is what makes him crave for it.

His childhood years were not easy. He hadn't received the love, the support for which he had yearned. He was like a soul treading on, towards the light he had seen at the end of the dark tunnel he was residing in. But after years of his walking in the dark, when he had finally felt the light hit his withered, lifeless skin – he had grimaced and squinted his eyes. It had taken him a long time to get accustomed to that feeling, the raw warmth and the peaceful breeze.

His steps though, they never stopped. He had walked on and on, and had met a few too many travelers on his way, some of them joining him on his journey. Now that he had found the light, he didn't know what he was aiming for. Maybe just sit on the shore he could so clearly see, dip his feet in the sand and have conversations with the ones who had felt him worthy enough to join.

He had reached the shore too, pride swelling in his chest as the sand touched his feet. He had dipped his ankles in the warmth, and had enjoyed the softness. His greed, never ending, had compelled him to walk towards the water, hand in hand with his companion. He had perched himself at the edge, at the line where the warmth of the sand met the cold waves. His feet were no longer dipped in the grains, but in the cold water which washed away any remnants of the warmth he had yearned for.

The calmest of waves, had washed away something he had been wanting for so long. And that had him recoiling from there, leaving his companion's hand and looking back at the water as if he was burned. He was again in the sand, but the grains stuck to his feet, no longer making him feel warm, but irking him. He had run back, forgetting there was someone washing themselves in the waves for him. His selfishness had made him blind, and in his haste he had stumbled and fell on the ground.

That night the tears were thick, rolling down his face like the waves he so despised. For now there was no one to hold his hand and breath his scent – they had already been taken by the calmest of the oceans. The moon in the sky was covered by the clouds, and the only light he saw was a distant lighthouse. But he was tired, and he hated the water, so he made his house on the shore.

Now when he looks out of his window he doesn't see the light, for it had been taken from him the moment he had recoiled from the waves. He thinks he was selfless, because he hadn't brought his partner back, letting them revel in the peace the water provided. But even he knows how wrong he is – how the water did little to ease them, and so much to unnerve them when they saw how it affected him.

He still goes about his day with chivalry. Hoping that someday he will meet someone who will make him feel less lonely.

When he thinks back on that day, he realises he never feared loss, but the dread that came with it. He feared the possibilities, the future that will come with it. Maybe he never truly loved them, but the thought of being alone again was so daunting that he had folded like paper and fell on his knees when he had lost them.

He remembers the sandcastle he had built with them, the one which had been taken down by the calmest of assaults. Later when he had come to terms with the reality of him being alone, he had thought how people were fleeting, how feelings were fleeting. How easy is it to build something with someone, and easier for it to crumble down into nothingness.

So far away, that day, that feeling, that person. Everything is so far away from him, he can do nothing but sigh. When he had though that life was a struggle between revolt and submission, he was wrong. It was a struggle against loneliness. For he had rebelled, and surrendered but never did he understand the true sadness, until he was left alone, all on his own.

With eyes closed and breaths steady, he moves his hand on his bed, searching for his abandoned notebook. He needs to write, or else the calm breaths will turn ragged soon – and he can't risk it again.

On a page, he has already written down some lines. Has also scratched out some lines.

Maybe I didn't recieve enough love

Forever is a sandcastle, even with gentle waves, it collapses without resistance.

He scoffs, rewriting the lines and scratching the ones written before again.

Wasn't loved enough as a kid,

That's why I'm the cautious type.

Forever's something like a sand castle, you know.

It comes crumbling down at the calmest of waves.

He rubs his thumbs on the side of his pen, his tongue peeking out and brows furrowed. It's his countenance when he is in the mode of deep contemplation, and right now he is thinking if he should write about his loneliness or not.

Someone had once told him that a song tells the story the artist wants to say, and it can also communicate with the artist – telling them things they need to hear, not want to. With that in mind, he shakes his head and writes down a few more lines.

The say life's a struggle between resistance and submission.

I say it's a struggle against loneliness.

If you can't hold back, it's okay to cry.

He takes a deep breath before writing down the next line.

You're already more than enough to be loved.

His heart swells at that. Maybe he won't have to battle with himself every day. If he is able to accept that he is capable of being loved, he will come to terms with his future, his present too.

His journey has been fulfilling, he has discovered himself. And his feet land on the floor of his bedroom, thinking that maybe some day, he will have a hand to hold on to, without feeling the guilt that eats at his insides.

Because the greed that he wanted to give up was of no use, and his selflessness only caused him more pain. Maybe this time, he will be selfish, wishing for something which he will never let go. Something which has layers and a string of emotions strung together like a necklace – Love.

Because he knows that everyone knows. And nobody doesn't know anymore, that loneliness has been the root of all his desires.

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not to romanticize smoking but....

THAT WAS SO FVCKING HOT 🔥🫠😵‍💫

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justanotherstarlightmonger · 2 years

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Helsinki chapter 10: What was left in Shanghai.

Helsinki syndrome is a term sometimes used incorrectly in place of Stockholm syndrome. It’s use in literature is often ironic and deliberate and literally means when a captive refuses to cooperate with their captor.

Summary: A war of wits does have some rules too. But if one party refuses to acknowledge the sacred rule of leaving family out of it, the other must retaliate stronger to quell any such advances for the future… Or at least that’s what Min Yoongi told himself when he abducted Kim Namjoon’s younger sister. That was before he realized that this elaborate game of chess didn’t have just two players and before he had promised Namjoon he’d keep her safe, But also before he realized that one month was enough to leave his whole life in chaos.

Genre: MAFIA AU, slight yandere themes, smut, a happy sprinkling of fluff/comfort, and a truckload of ANGST.

WARNINGS: SMUT! (I added markers if you wanna skip) Making out, humping, fingering, jacking off, cursing, mutual masturbation, definitely something that might be regretted later, floof ball Yoongi NO ONE IS READY FOR HIM, Taehyung being vulnerable, a dam of memories bursting, massive meltdown, Yoongi ready to swing fists, Yoongi’s heart breaks (more than once), all the Tae enthusiasts might feel some type of way, a heartbreaking goodbye, did I miss anything???

Pairing: Main pairing: Mafia!MIN YOONGI X READER

Others include: Collegeboyfriend!Hosoek x reader + Mafia!Taehyung x reader + Kidnapper!Seokjin x reader.

Word count: 7.6k words

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A/n: Maybe a week or two's break from Helsinki coz I have a new series to tease you guys with?

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The next morning dawned fresh and bright. But when you went downstairs, there was no flower on the ornament table, and the dining room was gloomy and empty, the table set for only one.

“Ahjumma, is it okay if I have my breakfast here instead?” you stood in the kitchen doorway, hating the silence that engulfed the house.

“Ofcourse my dear,” Mrs Fen nodded.

After breakfast, you were gathering the plates to place in the sink when it dawned on you that you had absolutely nothing to look forward to the whole day. That made you feel sadder. And to think you had been looking forward to the day.

“Ms. Kim, I was going to take a day off since both the masters are absent. Is that okay with you?” Mrs. Fen’s voice snapped you back to reality.

You smiled weakly at her, “Of course! You’ve worked really hard. I’ll be okay.”

“There are extra bodyguards outside on Mr. Min’s orders. You’ll be safe, I’m just worried that you’ll be bored.”

Extra bodyguards huh? You shook your head. “I was going to take a nap. And I asked Taehyung if I could play with his playstation earlier, so I’ll be fine.” you assured her.

Mrs. Fen nodded contently, moving to wash the dishes as you wandered out of the kitchen, into the living room, and sat down on the couch, staring at the blank tv screen. Presently, you heard Mrs. Fen going towards her room and you decided to go back up to yours, in want of anything better to do.

Something that preferably involved a certain dark haired, cold hearted mafia boss.

You didn’t know when you had dozed off, all you knew was you woke up with a start, your heart beating fast. You had had a nightmare, but even as you tried to grasp onto the fading remnants of it in your mind, it readily disappeared from your memory. You rubbed your eyes, looking towards the clock that told you it was late in the afternoon. The house was still and silent around your ears, and suddenly you felt claustrophobic. Your room’s walls seemed to be closing in on you, the luxurious interior seemed to be eating away at your peace of mind and you felt your breath come in short pants.

You stood up, swiftly moving to the door, and throwing it open. Absent-mindedly, you made your way back downstairs, before something caught your eye. A giant bouquet of flowers sat on the ornamental table in the hallway, that had definitely not been there when you went up. Eyes wide, and mind distracted from the panic that had been setting in, you approached the table cautiously.

You recognized the flowers instantly. They were all the flowers that Yoongi had left you over the course of the week. Every single one of them showing off their wonderful bright colours and unique petals while still blending in with each other making a splash of colours and beauty and delicacy that held your eyes delightfully.

You cooed, lifting it off the table, mesmerized by it, before it dawned on you that there was only one person here that would give you flowers. “Yoongi…” you whispered, already running halfway up the stairs, the bouquet clutched to your chest.

Yoongi’s bedroom door shook with the force of your knocks. Immediately, you heard swift footsteps from the other side, a smug smile settling on your face at the urgency you had instilled in him. The door flew open and a wide eyed Min Yoongi stepped out.

“Are you oka-” he couldn’t even complete his sentence before he was smothered in a hug that he most definitely was not expecting.

“Hey…y/n…” he patted your back as you clung onto him, aware by now of what you had done and incredibly embarrassed of it, holding onto him, only because you were too red to face him right now. He chuckled, his shoulders moving under your arms, as his hands came to rest on your sides and pushed you off gently.

“It’s nice to see you too.” he nodded, his tone definitely teasing.

You rolled your eyes, but still shuffled a little closer, still trying to disappear somewhere that didn’t have him, which was ironic since you were waiting for him impatiently not a few hours ago.

He didn’t know what came over him, as he leaned lower, resting his head against yours. Shocked, you finally raised your gaze to meet him, something that made you gasp at the tenderness and longing you saw in his eyes. Had he missed you?

Yoongi, on the other hand, was fixated on the way your hands held onto the bouquet of flowers he had left for you. You looked so beautiful to him at that moment, his heart thudding in his chest at the proximity and intimacy of the fact that both of you were alone in the house.

Without thinking, his hand found its way under your chin, cupping it and holding it in place, as he bent down and placed a tender kiss against your lips. He opened his eyes when he heard your breath hitch, only to see your eyes closed, your head tilting forward, chasing his lips as he pulled away. The softest smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, he kissed you again, pulling you to him, a soft sigh escaping him as you kissed him back.

(SMUT)

Wordless, you both let your bodies do the talking, as your hands bunched his shirt above his strong chest, holding him close to you, pressing the flowers against his hard muscles as they were squished against both of you, and his hands held your waist tightly, holding you to him, his tongue licking across your bottom lip.

He started walking backwards, pulling you with him. He sat down on his bed, and you easily straddled his lap, your forehead resting against his, your mind silent and your heart working overtime to pump blood, something that the aggressive red tint on your face was quick to give away.

Both your heavy breaths mingled, Yoongi’s big hands roamed aimlessly across your back, soothing you strangely. You looked down at the flowers, smiling at them and placed them to the side, before they were completely ruined.

Your weight right above Yoongi’s crotch was not helping his restraint at all. He felt himself getting harder, the feel of your warm, soft body under his hands fuelling the lust that was easily clouding his brain. He blinked repeatedly, then looked up at you, who was staring at him with a storm of emotions raging in your eyes.

You kissed him again, taking him by surprise, and pleasantly cementing the suspicion that you had infact, missed him. He kissed you back, willing to take whatever happened, at your pace. But that idea was also quickly shot down as you grinded on his considerably hard erection. Yoongi pulled away with a gasp, biting his lip and regarding you with lidded eyes.

“Are you sure you can finish what you’re trying to start?” his voice was thick.

You nodded, wiggling your hips, the firmness in his pants feeling great against your own core, that was quickly getting wetter.

Yoongi wasn't completely sure what had taken over you, but as long as he had your consent, he'd be willing to play along to whatever. Which is why, he wasted no more time, grabbing onto you and pushing you off him and onto the bed, hovering over you, gauging your expression before crashing down on your lips.

His deft tongue was quick to enter your mouth and steal away your breath, and whatever sense you had left was quickly robbed as his foreign but welcome fingers found their way between your legs.

You moaned softly, making his dick twitch, as he kissed along your jaw, holding your face to the side to give him room to have his way.

Your thigh was between his legs, resting right next to his dick, that was straining his jeans by now, as he humped your leg, a pleased sigh fanning against the wetness he'd left on your jaw.

His fingers still teased your wet heat from above your panties, which were quite damp by now. That had to change. You angled your hips, chasing his fingers for more of the welcome friction that he was getting from you but was denying you. "Goddamn it Min, I need to feel you." You growled.

Yoongi smirked, but was willing to give you what you wanted. And soon enough, he had pushed your panties to the side and was running his fingers through your wet folds. "So damn wet." He mumbled.

You sighed in pleasure at the soft sensation, arching your back against him as his fingers worked your slick across your clit, vibrating it, causing pleasant thrills to shoot up you.

It had been so long since you had had sex, something that your body was quick to remind you as you were already sopping wet and madly aroused by his fingers only.

The fact that both of you were still fully dressed, made the whole thing even filthier and forbidden in Yoongi's eyes. His fingers, wet and coated in your juices, pulled back for a moment as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped himself, sliding his pants and boxers down, just enough to have his dick out.

You, who still had your eyes shut, and chest heaving, felt his hand guide yours to his length, which you grabbed onto willingly but refused to look at. You pumped him, feeling just how thick and long he was, but still would not look at him.

Yoongi didn't care, he was aware that the situation that both of you had found yourselves in might well be a mistake that you'd regret later, and as long as he felt satisfied in the moment, he'd worry about later, later.

His fingers found their way back to your pussy, where he continued his ministrations, going crazy at the wonderful little sounds you let out. Soon, the both of you found a rhythm among yourselves, stroking each other in unison as you rocked your hips up against Yoongi's touch, your eyes shut and breathing labored.

It was when you felt a finger ease into you that your eyes shot open and you regarded him.

"Is this okay?" He asked.

And just like that, you clenched around his finger, finding his ever readiness to ask for permission so goddamn sexy. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wondered if he was this moral in his business affairs, but that was a question for another day.

Another finger entered you and you grabbed onto his dick tightly, feeling the stretch now. The strong grip you had on him, made his dick throb, something you felt in your hand, making you smirk. You increased your pace, breaking out of the rhythm you had created with Yoongi, determined to make him cum before you.

But the knot in your stomach told you another story as Yoongi scissored his fingers inside you. Your pumps became urgent and the pressure your palm applied increased as Yoongi bit his lip, catching onto what you were doing. "Easy there doll." He warned you, his free hand pushing your thigh wider apart.

"Oh God…" you sighed as he caressed the inside of your thigh, his thumb circling your clit as the wet, lewd sounds of your pussy surrounded the both of you. Yoongi felt your walls clamp on him, and knew you were close. But so was he.

Was this a war of wits? He wondered, curving his fingers inside you to hit your g spot. You nearly screamed "Right there!"

He rutted his hips into your hands as he tickled your g spot, blood rushing to his head. "I'm gonna cum" you groaned.

"Me too." He agreed, meeting your pumps with his hips and your hips with his strokes. The knot in your stomach tightened and your heart thudded, knowing what was coming, every muscle in your body was taut.

And then you were cumming, clenching around Yoongi's fingers as raspy moans fell from your lips as Yoongi vibrated your clit, overloading your senses.

As you were still recovering and coming down, your hand still working, you heard Yoongi's breathing become shorter. As you looked up at him with wide waiting eyes, he grumbled a prolonged "Fuuuuuck" before releasing his hot load right on your hand.

You smiled shyly at him, withdrawing your hand, taking the paper towels he handed you to clean it, you felt like your head was much clearer.

Yoongi let his weight fall, half on you and half on his pillows. "Safe to say you missed me?" He teased.

"Thank you for the flowers Min," you said, snuggling upto him a little.

"You're welcome sweet girl." He petted your hair, making your limbs heavier and lids droopy as your breathing slowed.

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How you fell asleep again after literally just having woken up from a nap, was a mystery you would never solve, as you woke up once again to see the room dark and the space next to you empty. The bed wasn’t yours, that much you knew instantly, but it took a few seconds for the rest of your awareness to come rushing in, and realization to strike that this was Min Yoongi’s bed. One that he wasn’t in right now.

You groaned, hiding your face in the pillow you lay on, immediately being assaulted by his scent. As you lay there, limbs aching slightly, you wondered what to do now. Should you leave and go to your room without facing him? The idea seemed good, but you knew yourself. You knew you wouldn’t step out of that room from embarrassment until Mrs. Fen would come back and rescue you. But the alternative wasn’t very pretty either. Staying here and waiting for Yoongi to find you didn’t seem like a good idea either.

As you lay there, contemplating your choices, the warmth of the duvet and the chilly air of the air conditioning started working their magic on the haze in your brain, and before you knew it, you were deep asleep again.

You woke up with a start this time, honestly wondering if you had been drugged.

But you couldn’t think about it much longer because you had to bite back a scream as an arm tightened around your waist. Stilling your movements, you held your breath and looked to the side, to be greeted with a sight so soft, you had to remind yourself this wasn’t Heaven.

His eyelids fluttered, and a little gasp left his lips. You smiled involuntarily at the little frown that formed between his brows. And then you realized he was waking up, awkwardness flooding back into you, replacing the peace the soft moments had brought you. But before you could shift away from him, he had grunted and was pulling himself closer to you, until his face was hidden in your chest.

Yoongi was deep asleep right next to you, one arm flung carelessly across you, holding you to him, his lips parted slightly, his expression smooth and oh so peaceful.

You stared for god knows how long, a cacophony of emotions rumbling inside you. How could someone be this goddamn beautiful? How did he look so innocent when you knew full well the nature of the man he was when he was awake. You could stay here for an eternity, because this Yoongi that you beheld, was perfection. And you never wanted to lose sight of him.

At that moment, you swear you melted. And also, you were perfectly sure this was definitely not Min Yoongi. That, or this was a dream.

His arm loosening around you was all the permission you needed and you nearly jumped out of the bed, sprinting out of the room and back into your own, with a thundering heart and red cheeks, leaving a still sleepy, but fully aware Yoongi alone in his bed.

“Good morning.” a gruff, sleepy voice sounded muffled right next to your heart. Oh God, what was he doing to you? Why was this so uncomfortable, yet felt so right?

“Mornin’” you whispered back, and you felt him smile. Your heart felt like it would break. You had to get out of here. You squirmed, “I have to go to the bathroom.” you said, pulling the excuse out of the blue, just to have him release you.

You missed breakfast that day, even though you hadn’t eaten anything the whole day prior, you just couldn’t bring yourself to face Yoongi yet, and since Mrs. Fen didn’t come up to offer to bring it to your room, you figured, she wasn’t back yet. Another reason not to descend those stairs.

When you left your room later, you tiptoed to the kitchen, hoping and praying you wouldn’t find Yoongi anywhere. But if luck had ever been on your side, you wouldn’t be here in the first place, because Yoongi spotted you from the door of his study.

“Could you come in here after getting something to eat?” he called out, making you halt in your advances, facepalming yourself, something that effectively made Yoongi laugh, hiding his face behind his hand to muffle the sound. You were too damn cute for your own good.

When you came to stand in his doorway, he looked up. “I was thinking about how you said Greek mythology intrigued you, and we have some books on it. Taehyung went through a mythology phase once, and his study is quite stocked in texts about it. Feel free to grab a book you like.”

“Oh.” you said simply.

Yoongi rose, “Here, have a seat, I’ll go bring you some.”

You were about to object, about to say that you could go get them yourself, about to say that you’d rather read alone, but none of those objections came out, and Yoongi was gone, leaving you to carry your plate of food over to his desk and sit in one of the chairs, awaiting his return, a strange thrumming in your chest.

Presently, he came back, carrying a pile of leather bound books that he placed in front of you. “These are all I could find on the Greeks.”

And that’s how you found the activity you’d do for the coming week.

You fought back a smile. “Um, Thanks I guess?” you said, following him with your eyes as he sat across from you, his posture relaxed as he resumed whatever he was doing on his laptop earlier.

“Don’t mention it.”

It was on one of those days, that Yoongi wordlessly rose from his own chair, circling the table moving towards you. You didn’t think much of it, by now used to his habit of walking around the study to stretch his legs and ease his thoughts, but he came and sat next to you. You looked up from the book you were reading, holding him in a questioning gaze.

Your days after that seemed to be going so smooth, you sometimes found yourself admiring the domesticity of it all. Mrs. Fen came back later that same day, and had wordlessly accepted the companionship that you and Yoongi seemed to share.

And so, without judgment, you had immersed yourself in the battles that Zeus had fought, and the lovely food that Mrs. Fen cooked, and the comfortable silences that Yoongi extended between you.

“Would you like to talk to your brother?” he asked.

Your heart skipped a beat. In the back of your mind, there had always been this small thought festering that you should talk to Namjoon. The last time, you hadn’t ended on good terms, and this was the longest you had gone without talking to him, but it was so foreign to you that it didn’t seem to bother you anymore. In fact, you had seldom thought about your family members, in a way that would make you sad. Just like that day you had realized in the kitchen that the emotions of grief were muted, you found yourself reminiscing many memories, often fondly, but never sadly. So when Yoongi asked you this, you felt a little unprepared to answer.

“What’s gotten into you suddenly?” you countered.

“It’s just that, you’ve been following all the rules and have been such a little delight,” his hand extended and ghosted over yours, that still held the book. Your arm jerked. “And I wanted to reward you somehow.”

The word reward didn’t sit right with you. In fact the whole situation didn’t sit right with you. Your mind had been docile, your panic had been at bay these past few days. It had felt like you were being much kinder to yourself, and now suddenly, many intrusive thoughts came rushing back in. Namjoon wouldn’t want to talk to you after the way you’d hung up on him earlier. Why should you embarrass yourself by calling him and getting hung up on. You didn’t want anything to do with anyone at the moment. Unless it was… no, you wouldn’t think about him. You wouldn’t think about Hoseok because shutting him out of your mind had been the only way you had survived this long.

You shook your head, adamant. Yoongi frowned, but remained silent. Your reaction confused him. Shouldn’t you have been jumping for joy at the aspect of talking to your brother? What was this then. That’s when he noticed the little tremble in your hands. “Y/n, are you alright?” he asked, concerned.

Later that evening, Mrs. Fen excused herself because she had a headache, leaving Yoongi and you to your own devices, and announcing that she had already made dinner and that you’d have to help yourselves. When your stomach started grumbling, you decided it’d be a good idea to go in.

You slammed the book shut, rising swiftly. That was a mistake, as you immediately saw stars and braced yourself on the back of Yoongi’s chair.

“Hey, woah.” he stood up, holding onto your hand with both of his.

“Let go,” you snatched your hand away and made towards the door, escaping the stuffy study and walking out into the garden, the only area of peace you had here, a few stray tears leaking out of your eyes.

“You can tell me if you want to talk to him, on your own time.” he said.

As you stood in the kitchen, your plate of food ready to steal away to your room, Yoongi (who had been waiting for you to appear) made his way into the kitchen.

Wordlessly, he took your hand. You stood there for a moment, awkward and uncomfortable, but didn’t pull away, still feeling bad about the way you had snapped at him earlier.

Fixated on a spot above his left shoulder, you nodded.

“Y/n?” he called your attention. You looked at him at that. “Have you been crying?” He wasn’t a fool, he could see your wet lashes.

You shrugged. Yoongi’s heart clenched. “I–” he had no words. He couldn’t believe he was the cause of your suffering once again. And he had been trying to be nice this time. He didn’t understand what went wrong, and he wanted to make it better. But he knew his words wouldn’t be enough, since you never trusted the words he had to say.

But there was something about the way your red-rimmed eyes looked up at him that had him convinced that he had to make the hurt go away. Without thinking, Yoongi was leaning his head to kiss you. Your eyes widened, clearly seeing what was coming. Your heart thudded as you rose on tiptoe to meet him halfway, smiling a little when you felt the shocked little twitch of his lips when yours met his much sooner than he had anticipated.

The kiss was gentle and sweet, something that none of your numbered kisses earlier had been. It made your heart thud and your legs turn to jelly in the most wholesome way. The surety with which his big hands held your waist gingerly, and how his lips were impossibly soft against you, sent a couple of stray tears rolling down your cheeks. Yoongi pulled away at that, a tormented ghost of ache flitting across his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Yoongi pulled back, regarding you for a moment. “Well, we can’t have that. I think I’m annoying enough to frustrate you, why are you making it hard for you on top of that.” he lips quirked, “Am I not annoying enough?”

You smiled a watery smile, “Believe it or not, it wasn’t you this time Min.”

“Oh, yeah?” Yoongi sounded pleased, but then a little frown came back to mar his features, “Then what was it?”

“Me.” was all you gave him.

You giggled, “No, you’re plenty annoying, please don’t go and get more annoying, I think I might end it all at that.”

Something dark flashed across Yoongi’s face, before he gathered himself, and shook his head, “Just have dinner with me.” he tilted his head to the plate of food next to you.

“Sure.”

The next morning came cloudy and overcast. It was quite chilly, and you swiftly realized you didn’t have any jacket or sweater to fight it. Mentally cursing yourself and Taehyung for pretending to be so thorough with shopping and forgoing the very idea of warm clothes, you pulled on a full sleeved t shirt and some jeans, pulling the sleeves down over your hands as you made your way downstairs, accustomed to the routine by now. What you didn’t expect was a familiar booming voice coming from the kitchen. Taehyung was home.

And he had heard your footsteps even before you had appeared in the doorway. He rushed out to greet, “Hi y/n!” he said cheerfully.

“Tae!” you were genuinely overjoyed to see him.

“How have you been?” his long arm came to rest on your shoulder comfortably, which irked you for the slightest moment, before his bright smile and chaotic energy had swept you into the dining room without you realizing it.

“I’ve been well.” you smiled at him, as you caught Yoongi’s eyes, who was silently sitting at his usual place. “Good morning.” you nodded at him, to which he smiled softly.

After a fairly cheerful breakfast, where even Mrs. Fen joined you three at the dining table and Taehyung talked quite alot about things which you only half understood, mostly because it was full of chemical names for stuff you dared not think about, Yoongi rose and Taehyung followed suit. As Mrs. Fen began collecting the dishes, you were already on your way to Yoongi’s study, your comfortable armchair waiting for you.

Taehyung looked between your retreating back and Yoongi’s slightly smug face with wide eyes. The only reason that Yoongi missed the flash of betrayal on Taehyung’s face was because he was too busy looking at you fondly.

Taehyung clenched his fists as Yoongi returned.

But you had only just parked your behind cozily in your spot, when Taehyung cleared his throat in the doorway, “Y/n, would you mind giving us a few moments?”

You looked up with wide eyes, not confused, just processing. But Yoongi thought you had been offended. “We can go to your study Taehyung, she’s already comfortable.” he was quick to say. But you were already on your feet.

“No, it’s okay. I was thinking of going out anyways.” you said, making your way to the door.

“Wait!” Yoongi grabbed a black hoodie that lay on the couch and was swift on your heels, overtaking you in the hallway. “It’s chilly outside.” he handed you the hoodie, not looking you in the eyes, as you took the hoodie, smiling coyly.

The familiar fan-shaped leaves greeted you, casting shadows deeper than the grayness that the clouds overhead cast. The trees shook with wind that was playing with your hair too, and you would have been cold had the warm hoodie not been swallowing you up. You resumed reading the page you had left off on, settling against the thick trunk, the light just perfect.

You made your way out into the garden, cozy in your new pullover, which was currently making your mind work overtime because of how much it smelt like Yoongi.

You couldn’t help your mind wander to a few nights ago when you had been engulfed in his sharp cologne when you had hugged him so tight, when he had made you feel so good. A warm feeling tingled in the soles of your feet as you made your way over to your beloved gingko trees.

You were immersed in the lore of Hera, when you heard someone clear their throat above you. You looked up to see Taehyung smiling gently at you.

“Hey!” you said cheerfully, scooting over to make room for him.

He sat down next to you, “Hey.” he said. “I see you raided my bookshelves.”

“Not me, exactly, Yoongi got them for me.” you shrugged.

Something was bothering him, you knew that much. But would you have to coerce it out of him or would he tell you himself? “You’re… not talking as much. Is everything okay?” you asked. As soon as the words left your mouth, you were double-thinking yourself. He might easily just be tired. Not everything had to be so deep.

Even though you had called his brother by his name in front of him multiple times, Taehyung couldn’t help the pang of anger and slight jealousy that went through him.

“You’ve been gone for a while. Have you been well?” you asked him, placing the bookmark in place and putting down the book. Taehyung hummed, uncharacteristically silent.

“Yeah,” he sighed, “Just a little tired. And I’m not looking forward to the flight back.”

“Flight back? Are you going back already?” you asked, pouting slightly.

Taehyung smiled at you, despite himself. “No, not just me. We’re all going back.”

“Huh?”

“I’ve been scouting out places where you can stay in Korea. I know you’ve been homesick, and I think I found the perfect one.” he stopped to gouge your reaction. You were only staring at him with eyes wide in wonder. He had found a way for you to go back? You wanted to hug him as tight as you could muster, but you had a gut feeling there had to be a catch, so you waited.

“Please be good though, it took such a long time to convince hyung to move back, and I hope you won’t mess it up.”

You shook your head in disbelief. You had been on your best behavior, so why was Taehyung implying that you were some unmannered little kid that would bring disgrace. Not to mention the fact that he still hadn’t told why he’d gone to such lengths.

“Why though?” you asked.

“Huh?”

“Why did you work so hard to find a safe place for me to stay when I’m fine here?”

A hot flash of anger wrecked through Taehyung. That was downright ungrateful. You on the other hand, were sure you hadn’t shown many signs of being home sick, especially to him. Both of you felt their questions and actions were justified.

“Because…” he swallowed.

You raised a brow.

“Well, because I really like you. And I wanted to make you a little less miserable.” he said, looking you straight in your eyes.

You frowned. He really liked you? Did that mean what you thought it did? You pulled the sleeves of the hoodie over your hands, making little paws as you folded your arms across your chest. “What do you mean?”

“As simple as that. I really like you, and I know it might seem delusional at the moment, but I see myself with you. And I want you to give me a chance to show you how much I mean that.” he said, not a hint of a joke in his usual jolly nature.

Your heart dropped, your skin paling. This could not be happening.

“Tae… no.” you said softly.

Taehyung’s eyes snapped up to you, questioningly. “What do you mean no?” he asked, voice perplexed.

“I… I already have someone…” you mumbled, feeling the memories you had locked away leaking out slowly.

Taehyung also felt his heartbeat increase, for other reasons altogether. Yoongi’s fond gaze came back to him. Had his brother beaten him to another thing? He felt an overwhelming wave of breathlessness take over him. This couldn’t be real, but the way you were hugging that cursed hoodie was not helping his suspicions.

“Who?” his voice came out disgustingly meek.

Now, naming Hoseok would be signing on his declaration of doom. You could never do that to him. Hoseok’s loud, soul healing laughter rang in your ears after so many days. There was a stubborn lump in your throat. “You don’t know him.” you croaked.

You had a feeling Taehyung didn’t believe you. So, you gave him your most convincing power stare. He stared back, hopelessness flashing in his eyes. “He’s been my boyfriend for a long time. He’s probably worried to death about me.” With every syllable, you felt your resolve crumble. You broke eye contact, the hopelessness you had seen in Taehyung’s eyes settling in your heart. Please, let him believe you.

Taehyung, on the other hand, felt a little relief settle into his heart. So, his brother hadn’t gotten to you. The rest, he could handle. But for now, he had to be the considerate friend he knew you had come to trust. Only then, would you trust him with more information about this bastard that you seemed to have deluded yourself into thinking that he had some claim on you. And so, Taehyung smiled at you, his kindest, most understanding smile, mixed with the pitiful sad hints he could play so well.

“Oh…” he said.

“Y/n-ie, wait!” he called after you, but you were zooming across the garden, your breath coming in short pants. You stumbled on the stairs that led to the front door, falling almost onto the door frame, pushing it open with such force that the whole door shook.

Relief washed over you. He believed you.

“I’m sorry, Taehyung.” you felt like you needed to apologize for breaking his heart. It hurt you unexpectedly, his defeated expression. But before he could say more, you were already scrambling to your feet.

“Y/n?” Yoongi’s concerned voice called from the study, which you completely ignored. You rushed upstairs, banging open your door.

The walls of the room that was your safe haven all this time, suddenly seemed to be closing in on you like they did the first day you were here. You clutched your heart, in agony with how much it hurt. You could not get Hoseok’s image out of your head. His ready smile, and little dimples floated in front of you, his loud laughter seemed to be coming from the deadly silent walls, his lithe hands seemed to be intertwined with your own shaking ones. “Y/n-ie, I’m a patient man, I can wait.” he had said to you, whenever you had been scared of talking to your parents about marriage. He had always assured you. Reassured you. In every little step you took, he had been your soft place to land on. He had always urged you to be your own person. “After all, I don’t want you regretting stuff you didn’t do when we’re 80 and surrounded by our wild grandkids.”

“Why will our grandkids be wild?” you had been offended. He merely laughed, mumbling something about taking after you.

“It’s hard falling asleep if I don’t talk to you.” his cute voice reminded you. You clawed at your throat, struggling to hold in the scream that you wanted to let out.

“I love you, my little sunshine.”

‘Hobi… Hobii!’ you sobbed, collapsing to your knees. You missed him. How had you survived so long without him? It was ridiculous how you hadn’t thought about him all this while. You didn’t deserve a love this pure. Someone as selfish as you. ‘Hobi.’ you gasped, curling into yourself on the rug, trembling at the onslaught of memory upon memory that wrecked your heart. “I’ll be right here when you tell them.”

“Y/n…” the painfully familiar voice called you. You refused to open your eyes to meet the no doubt concerned gaze that you knew you’d see.

“Go away.” your voice was raw.

“What did Taehyung say? Did he hurt you?” Yoongi persisted.

But his concerned questions were background noise to you. You couldn’t focus on what he was saying. Not when you were being drowned in realization of another blasphemy you had committed. The memory of Yoongi’s lips on yours felt like acid being poured on your brain, forcefully corroding away those precious memories you held so close to you.

“Y/n?!” Yoongi’s voice was urgent, his fists clenched, his jaw tight. He would slap Taehyung to the other side of the world if he found out he had hurt you.

“Fuck you, Min, Leave me the fuck alone!” you cried, a hiccup interrupting you.

Yoongi gasped, lost as to what was happening. He felt panic rising up a storm in his guts. You were locking him out with no information. What had those ten minutes in the garden done to you? Because for the first time, Yoongi was positive he wasn’t the one making you this miserable. But you refused to even look at him, much less tell him anything.

All the while you sobbed as if someone had punched a hole through your heart, hugging yourself, the hold absolutely useless when it came to providing you with comfort. Yoongi felt his throat constrict. He scrambled to get up, before his emotions got the best of him, and he was rushing downstairs in the next instant.

“What did you do to her?” Yoongi’s cold, angry voice reprimanded Taehyung, who was just stepping in.

Taehyung looked at his brother with a mixture of fear and questions in his gaze. “I didn’t do anything.” he stated, truthful to his own knowledge.

Mrs. Fen, who had been organizing the bar, was also standing in the doorway of the drawing room, ready to step between both the boys if need arose. After all, the last time she had seen Yoongi this angry at his little brother was when Taehyung had blown up one of Yoongi’s favorite cars in a high speed chase and had barely escaped without burning himself.

“Well, apparently you did something wrong because she was alright when she stepped outside yet just now I left her crying as if you shot her family right in front of her. So I suggest you fess up.” Yoongi’s hands were trembling.

Taehyung felt a little roll of unease. Were you really that upset? Did the idea of being with someone like Taehyung repel you that much? Taehyung looked down at his hands, no doubt stained with so much blood of people he never bothered to know about. It made sense. He was a monster. But he’d never be a monster to you. Never.

Yoongi, on the other hand, mistook the gesture entirely, a growl ripping from his throat as he took another step closer to Taehyung.

“That’s enough.” Mrs. Fen stepped between both men, placing a firm hand on Yoongi’s chest. “If Ms. Kim is that upset, let’s go figure out why that is, instead of ripping each other’s throats out.” There was no room for argument.

“I don’t think she’d want to see me.” Taehyung mumbled, making Yoongi strain against himself again. This fucker probably messed up big time. And here Yoongi was, excited to see how you’d react to going back to Korea. The moment was, needless to say, ruined.

The elderly housekeeper was already on her way upstairs, to find you leaning against the foot of your bed, your knees pulled up to your chest, and face hidden in them. Her heart hurt. What had you done to deserve to be this miserable? She silently got to her knees next to you.

“Y/n?” she called gently.

“Of course, my darling.” she said, making the empty promise regardless of the fact that she had no clue what your future held, except for the blind faith she had in Min Yoongi’s heart. She raised her hand to cup your cheek, wiping away the wetness that sat on your cheeks, “You’ll be okay, my strong girl.” she whispered.

You looked up, eyes red and tear streaks fresh on your face. The innocence and heartbreak visible in your eyes tore the housekeeper’s heart. What exactly had happened?

“Will it ever be okay again ahjumma?” you whispered.

It felt like your mother was leaning in front of you, kissing your scraped knees after you had fallen down while playing, your brother the culprit, hiding somewhere in the house. Reaching to the small corner of comfort, you didn’t realize when your arms had wrapped around the older woman. You rested your head against her shoulder, crying loudly, as if mourning the death of a loved one, the ache in your heart starting anew as if an old wound had been ripped open again.

“I miss them. I miss them all ahjumma. Will I ever see them again?” you wailed.

Mrs. Fen remained silent, her heart screaming prayers that you would, her hands rubbing your back and you shook in her arms.

Yoongi, who stood in the door, invisible to both of you in your own bubble, felt himself crumble at your words. He disgusted himself, because he was the reason. Once again, he was the reason you were crying your eyes out. When would he learn? Every negative emotion you felt would lead back to him. He was the cause of your misery. He would remain that until he let you go again. An unfamiliar stinging in his eyes caused him to lean against the wall, and take a couple of shaky breaths. He’d make it better. He always wanted to. But this time, he’d actually try.

A heavy sadness sat over you too. You knew, if all went well, you’d never see Mrs. Fen again. And you were well aware, that if it hadn’t been for her, you would not have survived the weeks you managed to in this house. “I owe you more than you know ahjumma.” you said, voice hoarse.

A couple of extremely silent hours later, a suitcase filled with stuff you had gotten from here, sat in the entrance hallway, as you sat with Mrs. Fen in the kitchen, silently holding her hand.

“The boys will be back before I know it. At least Taehyung comes to visit often. It is you who I will miss so terribly.” the older woman said sadly.

She shook her head, “No, child. You brought innocence and happiness to a house riddled with evil. It is we who owe you more than you know. More than you ever will.”

“I wish we didn’t meet like this.” you said wistfully, not ready to say goodbye just yet.

“You met me when you needed me y/n. And you’re leaving because you don’t need me anymore. Every person in our lives brings something with them. And I, for one, know that you brought me companionship and a bond I had long forgone hopes of having.” she smiled at you. “So cheer up, because this may be farewell, but isn’t it special to have had something that makes saying goodbye hard?”

Tears fell down your cheeks silently. Indeed, this goodbye was harder than you had ever anticipated. Mrs. Fen reached out for your hand one last time, “You’ve been good for Yoongi. Selfish as that may sound, I had forgotten what it felt like to see Yoongi content with life. In the little time you’ve blessed us with, you’ve been good for him.”

You were too stunned to speak. Yes, Yoongi and you had established somewhat of a fellowship in the past few days, but you hadn’t noticed half the things the keen housekeeper had. You smiled softly, “I hope you take good care of him ahjumma. I don’t think I can continue being good for him after all the ratchet things I said to him earlier.”

She laughed airily, “He’s heard worse. But as long as you’re with him, take care of him for me will you?”

You nodded out of respect. There was no universe where Min Yoongi needed someone like you to take care of him. But the heart of Mrs. Fen was the heart of a mother when it came to the two men currently making their way to their cars, after Yoongi had loaded your suitcase into his own. You could atleast leave one person with an easy heart.

You hugged the housekeeper, who finally let a couple of tears fall, and kissed your forehead. You stepped out onto the front porch, looking out into the garden, your respite. Your safe place. The line of gingko trees next to the house, whose beautiful leaves had provided you with a canopy of fantasy to escape to, the soft, well kept grass that you had walked over barefoot many times. The garden was another thing you’d miss. Surprisingly, there seemed to be a lot of those things, for a place that had been your prison.

You turned away, and silently got in the car. Goodbyes were never easy, you reasoned.

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