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silv3rswirls · 2 hours ago
Their s/o has hentai/ahegao seat covers
Anon asks: Can you do a reaction where the boys need you to pick them up in your car (which they've never been in) and as they get in they see that you have hentai/ahegao seat covers? And you're just act like it's nothing? I feel like their reactions would be super funny, especially Jimin's.
Jin notices your interesting car decorations almost immediately before he even gets in the car. He stands there gawking, eyes round with surprise. “What are those!?” He exclaims loudly, and when you tell him straight-faced and seemingly unashamed he sighs, shaking his head before getting in. He calls you weird, but you know he’s just playing. The two of you laugh back on it often.
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Yoongi is tired, but not surprised. He knows you well and already knew you liked that kind of thing; however, he just wasn’t expecting the seat covers. He gives you questionable looks throughout the drive but doesn’t say anything. Really, he doesn’t mind at all.
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“This is a joke, right?” Hobi truly thinks you're pulling his leg at first. He laughs at the sight of them, looking at you once he’s done. “...Right?” He’s surprised to find this kind of thing, never really visioning you as liking this sort of thing, but he doesn’t judge.
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“Oh, how nice.” Namjoon had already been apprehensive to ask you for a ride, after all, he didn’t want to inconvenience you. He was tired today and looked forward to seeing you. But the seat covers just catch him off guard, so he awkwardly tells you they look nice while you laugh at his taken-backness.
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Jimin was floored when you saw them. “How do you know what this is? Who corrupted my sweet Y/n?” He cries with a gasp, looking closer at them with a shocked expression. But once the surprise passes he’s ready to start teasing you.
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Taehyung’s unfazed when he sees them, getting in as normal and pecking your cheek. You think you are in the clear until he begins to giggle and ask you about them. “So naughty Y/n, should we watch these kinds of things together?” He pokes at you in a certain seriousness in his tone.
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Jungkook got so shy once he noticed them, and he’s very obvious about it. Unsure of what to do or say about them, he just smiles and goes along with things. Eventually, he brings them up, the curiosity killing him. Once you begin talking he can laugh about it, still with a slight blush.
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kimnjss · 10 hours ago
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teachers pet
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— he has no idea who you are… up front, you’re sweet and innocent - but in reality you’re the exact opposite. running your own nsfw account, where your favorite topic is his hands.
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blackgirlskpopkhh · 10 hours ago
BTS Reaction: They see you at the Miss Universe Pageant (Hyung Line)
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Maknae Line
Scene: BTS has been invited to perform at the 2021 Miss Universe pageant. While waiting to perform they busy themselves with practices. During the dress rehearsal for 21st Century Girls, they spot a woman standing on the side of the stage. They give it no second thought as they were under the impression that she was a staff member. They watch the show and To their surprise however, she is not only one of the TOP 5 finalists on stage when they perform, she is also an ARMY and their reaction at the dolled up “staff member” is nothing short of amazement.
She's A contestant?!
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They can't take their eyes off you. All the while thinking:
Well shit, maybe gagging on perfume and hairspray for hours was worth it
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gukyi · 12 hours ago
no choice (next to you) | myg
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summary: the pros of your last-minute senior year apartment sublet: cheap, furnished, close to campus, in a gorgeous old victorian conversion home, and right next to the greek takeout place.
the cons of your last-minute senior year apartment sublet: min yoongi, senior member of the beta tau sigma fraternity, and his party-throwing, vodka-loving, ruckus-making fraternity buddies, are your neighbors.
{college!au, frat boy!au, neighbor!au, enemies to lovers!au}
pairing: yoongi x reader genre: fluff, comedy est. word count: 13k warnings: alcohol consumption, frat parties, misunderstandings as a plot device, idiots being idiots, frat boys being frat boys, hawaiian pizza slander, yoongi says things that could be construed as sexist but they actually are not i promise you just need to read the fic ;-; a/n: here it is!!!! a very happy 4 years to, and an even happier 8 years to the men who made it all possible, bangtan themselves! i hope you enjoy this frat party of a fic: loud, chaotic, and filled with college boys. much love to you all, always and forever <3 guyi
The first time you meet Min Yoongi you are hunched over the kitchen sink of the Beta Tau Sigma fraternity house, throwing up vodka and Sprite like it’s nobody’s business. Except it apparently is someone’s business, because from behind you, over the booming rap music and the thumping bass emanating from the speakers, you hear a voice. 
“Well, at least it’s not the floor.”
You whip your head around, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, to find a grouchy, unimpressed boy standing a couple of feet away from you, arms crossed over his chest as he looks at you with his eyebrows raised. 
“I try to be considerate of my hosts.”
He scoffs. “I can tell. Good thing we installed a garbage disposal last year.”
“You a brother?” He doesn’t look like one. Too unapproachable and disapproving. He doesn’t even seem to want to be at this party. 
“You just puked in our sink and you’re asking me that?”
You shrug. “I’m trying to make conversation here, since you just caught me. I gotta be honest, I don’t really make it a point to know whose frat house I’m attending unless I plan on staying the night.”
Then he grins, this lopsided little smirk that matches the devilish spark in his eye. “We can arrange something like that if you’d like.”
You look him up and down and pretend that he didn’t just catch you hurling chunks into his kitchen sink. Maybe if you match his aloof disposition you can retain at least a shred of your dignity. Although, you suppose that, as a frat brother, he’s probably seen worse than some sophomore like you throwing up into a basin. There are so many people here, many of them more drunk than you are. Not all can be lost.  
“How about you tell me your name first, and then maybe I’ll consider it,” you suggest, grinning. 
He seems to appreciate the back-and-forth between the two of you. You’re probably two of the more sober people in the building right now. If the mass of dancing bodies in the room across from you is anything to go by. 
He smiles, small and muted. “Yoongi.”
“I’d shake your hand, but you just wiped your throw-up remnants on it, so I’ll hold off for now.”
“How observant of you,” you chide. “Promise I’m usually much cleaner.”
“I’d make a joke about being dirty but I don’t think either of us are drunk enough for that,” Yoongi muses. “Want me to mix you something?”
“How about a glass of water? Don’t really feel like throwing up again,” you ask, eyes glancing back to the sink. Most of your bile has gone down the drain but you can see some remnants stuck to the bottom of the basin. Yikes. 
He chuckles, shaking his head. “Sure thing. Hey, do you think you can flip that switch on the wall right by the paper towels? Turns on the garbage disposal.”
“While I’m at it, do you have any Febreeze I can spray?”
At that, Yoongi laughs as he pours you a simple glass of water in a red solo cup. Maybe you can both just pretend it’s vodka. “You’re in the Beta Tau Sigma house and you think we have Febreeze?”
“You should consider it a compliment that I thought that highly of you,” you tell him pointedly. “Other people would not be nearly as impressed.”
“Other people also don’t throw up in our kitchen sink.”
You narrow your eyes at him. Sure, that literally just happened and Yoongi straight up caught you red-handed in the act, but that was a low blow. Isn’t he trying to flirt with you?
“Are you or are you not trying to get me to sleep with you? Because right now, you’re not really on that track,” you ask him, crossing your arms in front of your chest with an eyebrow raised. 
“That depends,” Yoongi responds nonchalantly. He takes another sip of whatever the hell he’s drinking—from where you’re standing it smells like whiskey, but he’s not even flinching as it goes down his throat so either he’s an absolute tank or your sense of smell is still off from the aforementioned vomiting—and grins. “Do you want me to try to get you to sleep with me?”
“I take back my ‘are you a brother’ question. I should have just spoken to you for like, five more seconds and I would have figured that out pretty quickly,” you say, even though you’re loath to deny the attraction you feel towards him and you both know it. He’s hot, he can actually keep up a decent conversation, and he doesn’t seem like a total asshole. These are all the boxes that need to be checked when considering who and who not to sleep with. 
“Listen, I was joking earlier when I said we could arrange something, but if you actually want to then I’m down. And if you don’t, then I’ll walk you home, since it’s late and I don’t think you should be out there by yourself,” Yoongi offers, two equally nice-sounding suggestions that ultimately allow you to have the final say. 
And they said chivalry was dead. 
“You’re cool with leaving the Beta house at one in the morning just to walk me to my dorm?”
“Yeah.” Yoongi nods, completely happy with the idea. “And you don’t even have to worry about me trying to get in your pants there since I won’t be able to get past the check-in doors because I live off campus. And I forgot my access code. That, too.”
You laugh at that. Hot, conversational, not-an-asshole, and funny? You’d be an idiot if you were to just let him take you home and leave it at that. Wait until the next Beta party so you can flirt with each other all over again before letting the night end as anticlimactically as it had before.  
“Well, I don’t think you’ll need to remember your access code tonight,” you say, placing your cup on the counter as you step towards him, letting the glint in his eyes and the warmth of his body draw you towards him. 
Yoongi’s grinning, smirking, smiling at you as you approach him, looking rather pleased. “And why would that be?”
You wrap your arms around him, letting them rest on his broad shoulders as you lean in, lips hovering over his own. “Do you really need me to spell it out for you?”
There’s no alcohol in your system, but the rest of your body is on fire anyway. You feel the way his enormous hands gently brush your waist, like he’s afraid to press any harder against your skin. He seems rather pleased that this is the direction his night went in. So are you. 
“Please,” he pleads simply. 
When you close the gap between your lips, standing in the dinky old Beta Tau Sigma kitchen as the music blasts through the speakers and the bass shakes the tiled floor, sparks fly. 
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Before you go the next morning, Min Yoongi only has one request: call him later so you can arrange a proper date. 
He’s still in bed when he asks, all mixed up in the dark navy sheets of his tiny little room in the attic of the Beta house, hair a tousled mess atop his head. It’s a Monday, and clearly only one of you was masochistic enough to put a nine AM class into their weekly schedule. Yoongi looks just about as dead as anyone would be after an entire weekend of partying and binge drinking jello shots and soju bombs, but he still manages to etch out a half-smirk as he bids you goodbye, watches you pull on the same clothes you were wearing last night and wipe away the sleep in your eyes at his mirror. 
“Promise I’ll call you after my classes,” you tell him, not just to get him off your tail but because, for the first time in your short and hallowed history of one-night-stands, he is actually someone you’d like to stay in touch with. 
“Kiss me before you leave,” Yoongi begs, too tired to care about being desperate. 
You roll your eyes. “Just one.” Scurrying over to the side of his bed, you lean down and press a kiss to his lips, tasting remnants of the cherry lip gloss you were wearing last night. You should wear that more often. 
Yoongi looks instantly dissatisfied as you pull away. “One is not enough.”
“Yoongi, I have class in five minutes. If I don’t leave now, I’ll be marked absent,” you remind him. Not everyone can enjoy the luxury of sleeping in until noon. “I will call you later, I promise.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” Yoongi says, though from the look on his face, it’s clear that he’s not really worried about you flaking on him. 
You grin as you shuffle down the steps of the Beta house, trying not to stare too closely at the tornado that’s been left behind. You’ve never been in a frat house when it was light outside. It’s kind of haunting. The empty halls, the streamers and beer bottles and solo cups strewn across the floor. The indiscriminate puddles of an unspecified liquid in some of the corners. You don’t even want to know what the fuck the bathrooms must look like. You pull open the front door—totally unlocked, which must be a security concern—and dash out, completely unashamed. 
By the time you reach your lecture hall, you realize you don’t even have your goddamn laptop. 
One iced coffee and a very awkward seminar class later, you’re heading back to your dorm after spending a couple of hours in the library trying to do some work—but mostly just recovering from your brain-hammering headache—when you hear a familiar voice come from one of the tables outside of the business school. 
He’s clearer in the daytime, voice sharper and more punctuated, but after a night of hearing his breathless moans and his whispers against your skin, you’d like to say that you’re pretty familiar with the way Min Yoongi sounds. You look down at your phone. You were gonna call… but why do that when he’s right here? Plus, this is better than calling because you get to see his face, too. 
You begin speed-walking towards him, hoping to surprise him, when the clarity of his voice finally betrays him. 
“—So easy to get her, you know?”
You freeze. He’s not talking about you… is he?
“Honestly, I can’t believe I didn’t do it sooner,” Yoongi continues with total disregard. “Like, it was so easy. I walked in and it was like, boom, done. Instant results.”
There’s no way he’s talking about you. Absolutely no way. The Min Yoongi you were flirting with last night is not a sexist asshole. He treated you with respect and even offered to walk you home with no expectation for a sexual favor in return. He begged for a little kiss, a mere peck, before you left his room this morning. He had broken all of the stereotypes you normally associate with frat boys and that was the whole reason you had even promised to call him again to begin with. 
“Do you think it could be, like, a house thing? You know, like we all share her?”
You don’t want to listen anymore. Trying to blink away the tears of pure and utter anger—you should have trusted your gut, why did you think he’d be any different than all of the other frat boys on campus, how could you let him string you up like this—you shut your phone off, turn around, and never look back.
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Maybe you should have rethought your senior year sublet situation. 
At the time of agreeing to the sublet, it checked all of the boxes. Cheap? Yes. Furnished? Coffee maker included. Close to campus? Barely a two minute walk. Next to the Greek takeout place? You can practically smell the gyro through your bedroom window. 
What you, however, failed to consider was the fact that on the other side of your old, refurbished Victorian-era home-turned-apartment-complex was not another fast food restaurant, or Starbucks, or even an office building. 
You are living next to the Beta Tau Sigma house. 
A house known for its near-daily parties and lack of basement, meaning all the noise goes right through the old rickety walls and right into your bedroom. Not that any of the brothers would ever care about how much noise they make, how it travels down the sidewalk and fills up the night air like radiation, an inescapable fog of pure sound. And it’s not as if any of the brothers care about who lives next door to them, either. You imagine there used to be offices in these old Victorian homes, perhaps even other fraternity and sorority houses could have sat on this block, but not anymore. Not that any of the brothers care.
On a normal, average day, you would just buy a pair of noise-cancelling headphones and move on with your life, pretending they don’t exist and that you aren’t living next to a house that sounds like a constant shitty concert venue. But this is not a normal, average day. You have a bonkers-difficult exam for Inorganic Chemistry II tomorrow morning and your rowdy, terrible, rave mosh pit group of neighbors are throwing a party. Who even parties on a Tuesday? Don’t they have class tomorrow?
You manage to tolerate it until around 1:30 in the morning, when the bass that thumps through the thin drywall of your bedroom just becomes too much to bear. So, you do what any sane person would do. You storm out of your bedroom wearing nothing but your raggedy old high school pep rally free t-shirt, shorts, and slippers, and head straight to the front door of the Beta Tau Sigma house, stomping the whole twenty-feet walk. 
One of the younger brothers, a freshman by the looks of it, stops you in your tracks. 
“Know a brother?” He grunts out, clearly not too thrilled with being put on door duty instead of getting wasted inside with everyone else. 
“Didn’t you just see me walk out of that door? I’m your neighbor,” you exclaim, indignant, motioning to your front door. 
“Know a brother?” He repeats. “You can’t go in unless you can give me a name. House orders.”
“Fuck,” you say with a sigh, rubbing your temples with your hand. Yeah, you’ve heard of a few. Are Facebook friends with a couple of them. And there was that one incident in sophomore year… but you don’t like to think about that. “Whatever. I don’t care, I’m not here to party. I have a message that I would like you to deliver to whoever is in charge of… all this.” You gesture frantically in front of you.
The boy just quirks an eyebrow, uninterested. But he doesn’t tell you that you can’t deliver that message, and if you’re being honest, he’s probably the most sober anyway, so you take your chances and continue. 
“I would like you to tell whoever is in charge that I have been putting up with all of this for—”
“Putting up with what?”
You didn’t even notice the door swing open. Peeking his head out from the open space, a very familiar face smiles lazily at the two of you, that same stupid smirk happily lacing his otherwise typically grumpy features. 
“With you, Min Yoongi!” You shout. For some reason, seeing his face has increased your irritation tenfold. It must be the sound of his voice. “You and the rest of the Betas and your stupid party. It’s Tuesday.”
“I know.” Yoongi nods. The fact that he doesn’t say anything else, just stands there, a shit-eating grin on his face, swirling a half-empty bottle of beer in his hands, pisses you off even more. 
You sputter. “Well, it’s Tuesday and I have an exam tomorrow and I would really, really appreciate it if you could just keep it down. Or shut it down. Either works.”
“And ruin the fun?” Yoongi takes another step towards you, letting the door shut behind him as the other brother bows out, clearly recognizing that this exchange is out of his hands. “Come on, Y/N. You’ve become such a stick in the mud these days. Why not loosen up before your big test?”
“Because unlike you, I actually plan on doing something with my life after college,” you hiss, wanting nothing more than to snatch that bottle of beer right out of his grasp and dump it on him. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath. “I am going to say this again nicely. I would really, really, genuinely, very much appreciate it if you could just keep it down for this one night. It would mean a lot to me because I have a very important test tomorrow that I cannot fail.”
Yoongi just smirks. “And what if we don’t?”
Oh, so that’s how he wants to play? Alright. 
“Then I will have absolutely no problem calling campus police so that they can shut down your party for me.”
Yoongi narrows his eyes. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.” You raise your eyebrows at him, as if egging him on. 
“Is that all? Or do you plan on threatening me with anything else if I don’t comply with your ridiculous demand?” He asks. 
“It’s not ridiculous to want some peace and quiet on a fucking Tuesday night. Actually, Wednesday, since it’s one in the morning,” you say defensively. Min Yoongi thinks he’s so much better than you because he drinks more alcohol and throws more parties. But the only people he’s really impressing anyway are the try-hard freshmen who either want to join the brotherhood, or sleep with its members. So who’s the cooler one, him or you? 
Yoongi scoffs. “You’re the one who decided living next to a frat house was a good idea. Maybe next time, before you come strutting over here to tell me and my house to be quiet, you can also reevaluate your own decisions.”
You sneer. “I had no choice. What’s your excuse?”
“My excuse?” Yoongi shakes his head like this whole damn conversation is beneath him. “I don’t care what you or anyone else thinks of me.”
“Maybe you should. Then you might actually have a future beyond college. Or are you just going to live in your frat house forever until they kick you out because you’re too old and have no job?”
Yoongi frowns at you. His dissatisfaction at the direction of this exchange isn’t even enough to cheer you up at this point. All you want to do is go to sleep. 
“Are you going to be leaving now, or—?”
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” you say, already turning on your heel to march off their front porch and back to your apartment. “And may I remind you to please, kindly, shut the fuck up, or you will be hearing from campus police shortly. Goodnight.”
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The next morning, you wake up bright and early at seven in the morning for some last-minute morning studying and find yourself relatively well-rested. Well, as well-rested as anyone can be on five hours of sleep. But surprisingly, by the time you were in bed with your eyelids drooping, you could barely hear the Betas next door. Did they actually quiet down? You weren’t actually planning on calling campus police anyway. Huh. 
At 7:50 you whip open your front door, still trying to wrestle your left foot into its shoe, to find a handle of Tito’s Handmade Vodka and a note at your door. 
Thanks for putting up with your super annoying neighbors. We have way too much alcohol, and we figured you could use this to drink so you don’t have to remember that you live next to the Beta house. Or you could celebrate after your exam. 
Your friends, the Beta Tau Sigma fraternity.
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“They just gave you a whole ass bottle of vodka? For free?”
You huff as you bring over the unopened handle of Tito’s to your coffee table, clinking as it thuds against the wooden surface. 
“Well, they didn’t write their Venmo on the Post-it note so, yes, for free,” you say, trying not to complain despite it being your favorite hobby. After all, you did just swing free alcohol from your least favorite people. There could be worse circumstances in life. “But let’s drink it all tonight so that they can’t charge me, just in case.”
“That’s amazing,” Nicole says, in awe as you return from the kitchen again with cups, little stemless wine glasses from IKEA that cost ninety-nine cents each. “I want to live next to the Betas.”
“No, you don’t,” you say pointedly. Despite the free swag, living next to the rowdiest frat house on campus has far more cons than pros. In fact, you could probably name five of them right now, not the least of which is the fact that they throw parties every day of the week except the occasional Monday. 
“Y/N probably has drunk freshies banging on her door every night thinking this is the Beta house,” Seoyoon jokes as she cracks open the bottle with a satisfying pop, her brute strength coming in handy when all of you just want to get drunk and eat like shit in your little apartment on a Friday night like normal college seniors. 
You scoff. “Surprisingly, that’s, like, the one thing that hasn’t happened.”
“Yet,” Seoyoon warns. 
“Yet,” you concede. 
“Oh, come on, living next to the Betas can’t be that bad,” Neha says, pouring herself way more than a shot’s worth of vodka like it’s nobody’s business. Good thing she’s about the biggest tank you know when it comes to drinking. “All of the brothers are so hot.”
“Neha just has a fat crush on the Pres,” Nicole says with a side jab. “Namjoon, right?”
You shrug, trying to pretend like you haven’t learned all of the brothers’ names just so that you can write threatening notes and hang them in your bedroom window. 
“I do not!” Neha exclaims, aghast. “If anyone has a crush on any of the brothers, it’s you. I literally see you stalking that one junior’s Instagram every day.” 
Nicole’s face turns bright red at that revelation, caught in the act. “He’s cute!” She cries out helplessly. 
“Who’s cute?” Seoyoon asks. She has been dating the same girl since junior high. 
“Kim Taehyung,” Neha says as Nicole tries to hide her face in her hoodie, pulling the drawstrings so tightly that only her nose is left exposed. “He’s a junior in Beta. Nicole thinks he’s the best thing since sliced bread.”
“You are the worst,” Nicole says through the fabric of her hoodie. 
“I’ll drink to that,” Seoyoon says, holding up her stemless wine glass Great Gatsby-style. “To Nicole and Kim What’s-his-face!”
“To Nicole and Kim What’s-his-face!”
You all clink glasses, downing your first sips with ease. Tito’s Vodka burns your throat on the way down, definitely not your first choice drink, but it gets the job done and the taste vanishes once you help yourself to some orange juice. 
“I hate that shit,” Seoyoon says as she shakes her head, willing the burn away. “No wonder they gave it to you for free. It sucks.”
“I don’t mind it,” Neha comments, already pouring herself another shot. 
“That’s because you drink anything that people will put in front of you,” Seoyoon points out. 
“I think I might have a bottle of Trader Joe’s wine in my fridge?” You offer up as an alternative. Though, at this point you’re not sure which is the better option. Both are just barely passable for your college-student tastes. You receive a round of enthusiastic nods from everyone else, so you push yourself off of your couch and head towards the kitchen. You fish through the back of your refrigerator until you find the rosé in the far corner, bottle all frosty from sitting in your fridge for too long. You reach your hand around the neck and pull it out, knocking over a small stack of different sauces from takeout places that you’ve collected.  
That’s when you hear the buzzer. 
You ignore it for about five seconds, assuming it might just be for someone else and that they hit your button accidentally, but when it rings again, you freeze. 
“Y/N? You up there?”
“Who’s that?” Seoyoon shouts from your living room. 
“I don’t know!” You tell her. You head towards your own buzzer, pressing it. “Yes, who is this?”
“It’s Hoseok from Beta! Can you let us up? We have something for you!”
Fuck, can’t they just leave you alone for one night? One measly Friday night? Why aren’t they throwing their own party like they do every other day? Why do they have to crash yours?
“It’s a surprise!”
You pull your finger off of the buzzer, turning to the rest of your friends to deliberate. 
“What the hell are you doing? Let them up!” Neha exclaims incredulously, like you’ve gone mad just for wanting to ask them first. 
“It could be a prank!” You remind her. 
“Who cares? They want to come upstairs! Ask him if he’s got any of the other brothers with him,” Neha orders strictly. 
You turn back to the buzzer. “Hoseok, is it just you or did you bring friends?”
“Tae and Yoongi are with me, yeah,” Hoseok returns. 
You turn back to your friends, who are all gesturing wildly for you to unlock your door and let them inside. You sigh. Your friends owe you later. Especially Nicole. 
“Fine, come on up. Leave your shoes outside, please!”
You can hear them before you see them. The walls of your apartment are about as soundproof as paper, allowing their voices to travel down the hallway, laughter and snarky comments echoing throughout the building. You hear them kicking off their shoes outside in the corridor, thuds along the creaky hardwood floor before there’s a knock at your door followed by another familiar chuckle. 
“Boys,” you say in lieu of a proper greeting, because chivalry is dead. On the other side stands Hoseok, Taehyung, and Yoongi, in a perfect little triangle formation, grinning happily at you. Hoseok, front and center, has three pizza boxes stacked on top of one another in his hands. “What’s that?”
“What does it look like?” Yoongi deadpans unhelpfully. You sneer at him. 
“Pizza!” Hoseok exclaims. “We ordered too much for a closed rush event and had some left over. Saw all your lights on so we figured we’d share the wealth!”
You narrow your eyes at him, gaze flickering back to Yoongi, whose expression is doing nothing to ease your worries. “You guys put shit in this, didn’t you?”
Hoseok looks accosted. “Oh my God, no! I swear, totally unopened. I don’t even know what kinds of pizza they are.”
Taehyung leans down to look at the sides of the boxes. “Uh, meat lovers, cheese, and… ew, who ordered Hawaiian?”
“Namjoon, he likes it,” Yoongi answers. 
“Gross.” Taehyung scrunches up his nose. 
“Yeah, I swear we haven’t put anything in them. Just thought we’d bring them over. Y’know. Being neighborly, and all,” Hoseok says, cheerful as always. Behind him, Yoongi is grinning, like he knows something you don’t. “Want them?”
“Yes!” shouts Neha from in your living room, where all your friends aren’t even bothering to pretend that they aren’t listening into the entire conversation. “Do you guys wanna join us? We’re drinking the vodka you left Y/N. And some Trader Joe’s wine.”
You turn around to shake your head jerkily at Neha, but it’s too late, because Hoseok and Taehyung are already making their way inside. 
“Ooh, sounds good! If that’s okay with all of you, since we’re kind of crashing your party.” Hoseok nods enthusiastically. He turns to you, since you’re the host and this is your goddamn apartment that he, Taehyung, and Yoongi are walking into, with a quirked eyebrow. You look back at the rest of your friends, who are already scooting over on the chairs and couches to make room for everyone else. You look back at Nicole, who looks positively frozen as Taehyung sits down next to her with a handsome little grin on his face. And you sigh. 
“Yeah, you are,” you agree, glaring at Yoongi as he traipses into your domain, clearly the haughtiest of the three of them. “But it’s whatever. There’s a lot of vodka and a lot of pizza anyway.”
“Great! Thanks for letting us stay,” Hoseok says, making his way over to the rest of your friends. “Nice of you.”
“Maybe you aren’t as much of a stick in the mud as I thought,” Yoongi muses rudely, voice quiet enough so that only you can hear him as he passes by you, sly smirk sitting devilishly on his lips. 
“Hopefully I can bore you enough into leaving,” you sneer back, narrowed eyes gazing directly at his side profile as you both head back towards your living room, trying to act like you both don’t have beef that’s been simmering between the two of you for the past two years in front of all of your friends. 
By the time you reach the circle of people, the only open spaces left are on the floor on the opposite side of the coffee table, which you and Yoongi begrudgingly take as Hoseok opens the boxes of pizza out in front of you. As you sit down, your knees bump together, making the both of you frown back at each other as you pull yourselves away, ensuring there is at least half a foot of space between the two of you. 
“Ew, who got Hawaiian? That’s the worst pizza,” Nicole says when Hoseok opens up the box.
“I know, right?” Taehyung exclaims, having finally found someone who hates it as much as he has demonstrated so far. 
“I see you’re putting the vodka we gave you to good use,” Yoongi comments snidely as he watches you pour yourself much more than a single shot’s worth into your glass. 
“I’ll need it if I have to spend the rest of the night next to you,” you fire back easily, trying to hide the way you’re already scrunching up your nose as the thought of having to drink all of what is essentially liquid death in a single go. 
Yoongi frowns. “If that’s the case then hand it over, I’d like some too.”
You pass off the handle to him, watch as he too helps himself to a rather generous serving like he’s dreading the passage of this night just as much as you are. Hey, at least there’s one thing that you can agree on. 
“Cheers,” Yoongi says, holding out his cup towards you. 
You huff. “Cheers.”
Your glasses clink together before you both down your drinks, vodka stinging your tongue and throat as it makes its way through your body. Immediately, you are grasping for the orange juice you poured yourself earlier, chasing down the alcohol with something much sweeter. When you turn to see how Yoongi’s faring, he too seems to be barely stomaching it all, having lost the ability to drink like shit and feel fine afterwards anyway. His reaction makes you feel the slightest bit better. 
“Hey, Yoongi, look at this picture Jimin just sent me,” Taehyung says from Yoongi’s other side, holding out his phone between the two of them. You can’t see what they’re looking at from here. 
“Oh, she’s so cute,” Yoongi says, turning all heart eyes the moment he sees whatever it is that’s in front of him. “Honestly, I just want to go home and sleep with her right now.”
“Why don’t you?” You mutter to yourself. Clearly Yoongi has not changed a bit since you last had a proper conversation with him two years ago. The same asshole he’s always been. 
“Because I’m here with you,” Yoongi answers cleanly, sickly sweet smile on his face.
“Never gonna pass up an opportunity to get drunk, huh?” You muse aloud. “What happened to your nightly parties?”
“Didn’t feel like holding one tonight,” Yoongi responds. “Figured you’d be a generous host and invite us to yours.”
“This is not a party,” you hiss. “And you weren’t invited.”
“Yet here I am,” Yoongi says, as if you need reminding. “You should look on the bright side. Maybe we’ll actually get to spend some quality time together.”
You scowl. “No time ever spent with you could be considered quality.”
“You seriously don’t have anything better to do than sit around my coffee table, eating cold pizza and drinking?” The fact that he’s even here in the first place infuriates you beyond belief, but at least you can already feel that buzz in your head, that perfect tipsy haze that will hopefully make this night a little more palatable. 
Yoongi grins at that, face all flushed from the drinks in his system, cheeks a watermelon pink and lips a cherry red. His black hair is pushed back off of his forehead like he’d been brushing his fingers through it all day, sitting in perfect waves atop his head. 
“Oh, Y/N,” He says, voice airy and soft and completely and utterly patronizing, “there’s no place I would rather be than with you.”
You pour yourself another shot. 
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If there’s a silver lining to any of this, it’s that whatever Min Yoongi majors in, it has zero crossover with chemistry. Maybe that’s why you’ve been able to go two relatively uneventful years without having to see him. So you can go to class with the peace of mind that there is zero chance Min Yoongi will be sitting in one of the seats, or standing behind one of the lab tables ready to deliver some terribly snarky remark. 
You actually have no idea what Yoongi’s interests are. Other than drinking and being unbearable, of course. The last few times you’ve seen him, he’s been doing both activities simultaneously. But if you had to take a guess, you would put your money on something in the arts or humanities, something that doesn’t require the same laser precision that science does, something that lets him do as he pleases, invent new ideas and create new things for him to pick apart at the seams. But it’s not as if you’ve given that much thought, or anything. 
The goal, at this point in the semester, is to just go a week without having to see him. Just one. You’ve invested in some pre-owned noise-cancelling headphones from Facebook Marketplace, taken the back way to get to your classes so you don’t have to walk in front of their house, and even bought your groceries in bits and pieces so that none of the brothers will see you struggling with five reusable grocery bags and offer to help. 
But it looks like your Yoongi-less streak will have to wait until next week. 
“Hey, Y/N!” 
Not even your sunglasses and resting bitch face are enough to deter Taehyung from calling out your name with a big old grin on his face, waving his hands excitedly. You knew you shouldn’t have left your headphones at home. Now you can’t even pretend that you didn’t hear him scream out your name from the front yard of the Beta Tau Sigma house. 
“Tae, what’s up?” You say, forcing as natural of a smile onto your face as you can muster.
“You wanna donate to a good cause and plate a Beta?” He asks cheerfully, motioning to the sign next to him. The brothers have someone managed to drive two wooden sticks into the ground in front of the Beta house, holding up a big fabric sign that says, in bright blue capital letters,
and in much smaller, lowercase letters beneath it, 
fundraising for ending violence against women!!!
You scoff. What a philanthropy to be supporting, considering the beliefs of some of the members of this fraternity. You’re not naming names, but one of them rhymes with Spoon-gi. 
“All you have to do is Venmo the frat five dollars and you can pie a Beta of your choosing with this plate covered in whipped cream!” Taehyung says, holding up one such plate. From the looks of it, he’s definitely already been pied at least twice, remnants of cream on the sides of his face and the front of his muscle tank. “For a good cause!”
“You must be really desperate if you’re asking me,” you comment snidely, approaching Taehyung nonetheless because the concept of stuffing a plate of whipped cream in a certain someone’s face sounds enticing, to say the least. 
“We’ve actually already raised over three hundred dollars since we started this morning!” exclaims Taehyung happily. “I just thought I’d ask you since you’re our neighbor and you put up with so much of our shit anyway. You can pie me, I don’t mind!”
You narrow your eyes, deliberating. You’ve spent five dollars on less important things than the Plate a Beta fundraiser. Like a campus raffle for one of those shitty picnic blankets. Or grossly chewy boba. Even a ratty paperback copy of one of the required books you had to read in your freshman year English class. So what’s another five going to do?
“Alright,” you say with a sigh as Taehyung pumps his hand into the air excitedly. 
“Great! You can pretty much pie any one of the active brothers, even if you don’t see them here right now. They’re probably just inside,” Taehyung recites dutifully. He pushes a piece of paper on the fold-out table in front of him towards you. “Here’s a list, if you need—”
“I already know who I’d like,” you interrupt. “Is Yoongi available?”
Taehyung lets out this hyena cackle before grinning back at you. “Why yes, yes he is.” He turns around to shout at Hoseok, who’s leaning against the front door like he’s just waiting to go fetch the next victim of this fundraiser, “Hobi! Go get Yoongi!”
Hoseok flashes a thumbs up towards Taehyung before disappearing into the house, leaving you and Taehyung standing there, waiting awkwardly for his return. 
“Oh, by the way,” Taehyung remembers suddenly, “thanks for letting us stay and drink with you guys a couple weeks ago. It was a lot of fun.”
You purse your lips together and smile, that tense little nod you do when smiling normally is too forward. “No problem, glad you enjoyed yourself. I think my friends had fun, too.”
“Yeah, um, about that,” Taehyung says, scratching at the nape of his neck, “your one friend, Nicole—?”
“Wake up, Yoongi!”
Hoseok’s high-pitched giggle bounces across the open front lawn as he pushes Yoongi out the front door with a rough shove, shutting it behind him so he can’t go back inside. Yoongi tumbles onto the lawn carelessly, almost losing his footing on the house’s foundation, stumbling over his own feet before he finds his ground. He looks like he’s just been woken up, hair all shaggy and clothes all messy. He’s wearing some grey shorts and a white shirt that’s at least three sizes too big, the neckline hanging loosely over his collarbones and shoulder, almost falling off entirely. Yoongi rubs the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand, looking up drowsily to the fundraiser table. 
And then he sees you. 
You’re grinning beyond belief, unwilling to restrain your excitement at getting to pie him in the face. Sounds like fun, in your opinion. Doesn’t really matter what Yoongi thinks. 
When he meets your eyes, he grins lazily, the corners of his lips turning upwards ever so slightly. 
“What a treat, Y/N,” he muses to you. 
“For me,” you add on crassly. “You look like you just walked off a zombie movie set.”
“Just for you,” Yoongi says. “Who else would I get pied in the face for?”
“Don’t think I’m doing this for you,” you warn harshly as Taehyung hands you the paper plate covered in whipped cream, ordering you both to stand in the designated pie square, demarcated by white spray paint on the grass. “I’m doing this for me. And for women.”
“How noble of you,” Yoongi commends mockingly. 
“I’m such a giver, aren’t I?”
With that, you mash the paper plate into Yoongi’s face without hesitation, making sure to rub it in particularly well before pulling away. Needless to say, Yoongi’s face is covered with the stuff, making him look like the victim of a shaving cream prank gone horribly wrong or horribly right, depending on how you see it. Yoongi wipes away the cream in his eyes before blinking back up at you, forcing a grin. 
“You look even more handsome than normal,” you sneer. “I think it’s because we can’t see your face.”
“It’s an honor to be complimented by you, Y/N,” Yoongi manages to retort out anyway, even as he grabs a nearby towel to begin wiping his face. Y’know, I can think of another scenario where we’re together but you can’t see my face. It happens at nighttime, you see—”
“I better not hear the end of that sentence, Min—”
And for once, by some strange miracle, the gods listen to your plea. 
From practically out of nowhere, Hoseok and two other brothers (Namjoon and Jimin, if you’re remembering correctly) emerge with a gigantic, neon orange cooler filled with presumably water, and dump it on Yoongi’s head before either of you can get another word in. You are, luckily, standing far enough away from him to only get some splashes on your ankles, but that doesn’t spare you in any way from the scene in front of you. 
Yoongi is drenched from head to toe, having just gotten well over several gallons of water poured on top of him football game-style, a rude wake-up call for the man who clearly rolled out of bed five minutes ago. Hair sopping wet, he brushes it out of his face with both of his hands, inadvertently displaying his terribly see-through white shirt in its full glory. The fabric sticks to the skin of his torso, the bulges of his arms, leaving very little to the imagination. You try not to look but where else can your eyes go but the waterlogged boy in front of you, standing in a puddle of water and whipped cream before your gaze. 
You eventually manage to blink hard enough to snap you out of your trance, eyes darting all over the place before they land back on a seething Yoongi, who looks about three steps into the stages of grief. Hoseok and the other two screech before skirting off, out of Yoongi’s reach so he can’t enact any immediate revenge on them. 
Yoongi, left with no other option than to dry off, begins to wring out his hair with the towel from earlier. 
“Like what you see, hmm?” He says, somehow able to bask in your alarm despite being the butt of a very spontaneous prank no less than sixty seconds ago. 
“Yes, I do like practical jokes at your expense, thank you,” you answer cheerfully, knowing damn well that that’s not what Yoongi’s talking about. 
“I’m glad I could be of entertainment to you,” Yoongi says. “You can keep looking, if you want.”
You pretend to dwell on it for a couple seconds before shaking your head. “Actually, I think I’d better start heading out.”
“Aw, come on, Y/N,” Yoongi teases. “You know, I’m gonna need some help cleaning up after this…”
“I don’t think you’ll have any problem finding someone happy to help,” you hiss, already beginning to make your way back to the main road. “Maybe some other time.”
“I’ll hold you to that!” Yoongi calls as you leave the Beta front lawn. You honk out a laugh as you go, shaking your head to yourself. 
Eh. There are worse ways to spend five dollars, you decide.
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Frat parties are beneath you. 
This is what you say to yourself whenever you get that nagging feeling in the back of your head, feel that little pull that invites you back to the sweatiest, grossest, loudest places on campus. You learned your lesson after that night in sophomore year, swore off frat parties and frat brothers themselves, and you never looked back. You are a senior. You are about to graduate and move on from your undergraduate years. Frat parties are beneath you. 
Frat parties are not beneath Nicole. 
Granted, she’s not exactly going so that she can get shitty beer and even shittier gin spilled on her Converse sneakers by freshmen who don’t understand boundaries. She’s going because Taehyung had texted her through Facebook Messenger to come because it would be “a fun night” and Nicole jumped at the chance. Nicole is going for him
So you are going for her. 
Nicole is smart enough to know her drinking limits and avoid putting herself in unsafe situations if she can help it. She also seems to trust Taehyung a fair bit, and while you wouldn’t go as far to let him catch you if you were falling, you know him well enough to reason that he’s probably fine. Emphasis on the word “probably”. You’ve been duped before. You won’t let her make the same mistakes. She’s only one year younger than you, of course, but better to be safe than sorry. 
“No sleeping over,” you mutter as you walk from your apartment to the Beta house, the ground already shaking from the music booming inside. “If you don’t feel like going back to your place then sleep at mine, alright?”
“Yes, mom,” Nicole says with a roll of her eyes as you approach the same freshman from earlier in the year, stuck on door duty for what appears to be the foreseeable future. 
“Know a brother?” He grunts out, just as unhappy as he was the last time you met him. 
“Taehyung invited me,” Nicole says cheerfully. “Hoseok and Yoongi are also here, right?”
Great, now you’ll have to try even harder to avoid Yoongi tonight. If it weren’t for the fact that you are determined to make sure Nicole doesn’t get her night ruined by any assholes, you’d leave immediately.
The boy steps aside, having been given satisfactory enough answers. Funny, how frat parties are supposed to be this selective thing, yet anybody who knows anybody can get in if they try hard enough, and it’s not as if the inside radiates the same exclusivity anyway. Why would you want to get shoved into a dark room with ear-killing music and throat-killing alcohol? 
“Hey, you guys made it!” Taehyung shouts when he sees the two of you, stumbling down from the stairs to greet the two of you, already swirling a half-empty beer bottle between his fingers. “Glad you came. It’s nice to see you.”
“You, too,” Nicole says, grinning wildly. “Thanks for inviting us.”
“Anytime! You know our door’s always open,” Taehyung answers. 
“Yeah, literally,” you mutter to yourself. No wonder it’s so loud. Have they considered shutting the door every now and then? Or is wasting money on air conditioning something they pride themselves on?
“Can I get you guys anything to drink? Beer? Shots? Lemonade? I’d offer the jungle juice but Jimin accidentally put salt in it instead of sugar and it tastes terrible,” Taehyung says, walking you around through a totally unoccupied side passageway you didn’t even realize existed until you land in the kitchen, where all the decent drinks are. 
“Just a beer is fine for me,” Nicole says. 
“Same,” you add on. You’ve had enough shots for the rest of your life. No more. 
Taehyung hands two of you some bottles from the fridge, which is clearly filled with nothing but alcohol. “You wanna come downstairs? We’re playing pool down there. Away from all the noise.”
Nicole turns to you with her eyebrows raised, waiting for your move. 
You shake your head. “Nah, I’m good. I’ll just stay up here and try not to let my ears bleed.” As much as you’d like to get away from the noise, you’ve never been a very good pool player. Besides, you want to look out for Nicole but you don’t want to look after her. She also probably does not want you lingering around her all night like a helicopter parent. “You go ahead, though.”
“You sure? It’s way more fun down there,” Taehyung asks. 
“Maybe I’ll join later. You guys have fun, though. Text me if you need anything, Nicole,” you assure them. 
As they walk away, you can see Nicole mouth the word “thanks” before disappearing into the basement, behind a locked door clearly meant for brothers and special guests only. You make a mental note to check on them in an hour or so, by which point you will undoubtedly be sick of standing in the kitchen anyway and want to head downstairs anyway. 
You settle for leaning against the counter—the same dusty grey granite, the same wobbly cupboard doors as before—and sipping your beer in relative peace, away from all of the noise in the main room two doors over. It’s boring, but you’d rather be unentertained than over-entertained, or entertained by the wrong person. Maybe, if Hoseok is the one who’s curated the nightly Spotify playlist, you can convince him to play some music that you actually like. 
The hour passes by without incident. You spend the better half of it staring at news articles on your phone, because no time is a bad time to be informed, taking small sips of your beer every now and then. It’s pretty good for beer from a frat house’s fridge, quite light and fruity. Taehyung must have saved some for the two of you. You know, you could get used to that kind of special treatment for your occasional frat brother crossover. 
Just as you’re ready to head downstairs, your relative peace and quiet gets rudely interrupted by a drunk freshman, who darts into the kitchen and throws up into the sink before you even realize what’s happening. They stand there, hunched over the sink, for a good thirty seconds. You sigh. You know what that feels like. 
“At least it’s not the floor, right?”
You’re ashamed to say you didn’t even see him coming. Yoongi laughs to himself at his little deja vu moment. 
“Hope your garbage disposal still works,” you comment snidely. 
“Yeah, it should. We just had it fixed a couple months ago. Namjoon accidentally broke a plate in the sink and some pieces of glass ended up shredding the shit out of it, so,” Yoongi tells you. 
“Cool.” It’s not. 
“Didn’t think I’d see you in here again,” Yoongi says as he takes another sip of his own beer, a different draft than yours but smelling just as pungent. 
“I’m here for a friend,” you inform him simply. “She’s downstairs.”
“Nicole, right? Tae mentioned he invited her,” Yoongi says. “Surprised you came along, though.”
“I live the closest,” you say with a bit of a huff. All this just because of your last-minute sublet. Maybe you should have just choked up the extra money and lived on campus. Your life would be so much simpler. “Why are you even up here? Thought you didn’t like all the noise.”
“I was just planning on grabbing another beer,” Yoongi says, holding up his empty bottle. “Then I saw you, and couldn’t resist stopping for a chat.”
“How thoughtful.”
“Oh, come on, Y/N,” Yoongi says, rolling his eyes at your stubbornness. “We’ve been spending a lot more time together lately. That’s gotta count for something, right?”
“You act like one pie in the face and a night in and suddenly we’re best friends,” you point out. 
“I’m just trying to make our senior year enjoyable for the both of us,” Yoongi says, clearly getting a little exasperated. “We’re neighbors, aren’t we? We’re bound to see each other. We have no choice.”
“Yes, we do,” you correct harshly. “We do have a choice. I can choose to talk to you, or not talk to you. I can choose to be next to you, or away from you.”
“You’re talking to me now.” He raises an eyebrow at you matter-of-factly. 
You throw your hands up into the air helplessly, turning on your heel and heading towards the front door. You’ll text Nicole later, make sure she’s still coming over afterwards to spend the night. You sure as hell hope she’s having more fun than you are right now. 
Unsurprisingly, Yoongi follows you outside until you’re standing on the front porch of the Beta house, so that anyone passing by can see the two of you argue with each other at one in the morning like normal, functioning adults. 
“Hit a nerve, did I?” Yoongi calls out, fighting back laughter. 
“You just have to be a big show off, don’t you?” You shout back. “I can’t go one week without you showing up randomly and inserting yourself into my life!”
“You’re the one who came to the Beta party,” Yoongi says. 
You huff. “I didn’t come for you, in case that wasn’t already perfectly clear.”
“And yet here we are anyway,” Yoongi says. 
You cross your arms in front of your chest, feeling your body boil. “Are you just going to stand there and act like a know-it-all, or—?”
“I’m just stating facts here,” Yoongi says defensively. “You’re the one acting like talking to me is the end of the world.”
“That’s because, and maybe this needs to be spelled out for you, we aren’t exactly friends, Yoongi.” You can’t believe you’re actually saying this aloud. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that you and Yoongi aren’t on the same page. Hell, you’re not even reading the same goddamn book. “We may be neighbors, but that does not make us buddies.”
“But we’re acquaintances, aren’t we?” Yoongi asks, and the worst part about the question is how genuine it is. Like Yoongi’s trying to establish some sort of boundary between the two of you. A line so that both of you know what not to cross. “Our friends have crushes on each other. Hoseok thinks you’re the perfect person to deliver leftovers to. And you came to our party tonight.”
You stand there, silent, arms pressed against your torso. 
“Geez, and the crowd goes wild,” Yoongi says. “You don’t even consider us acquaintances? I’m hurt.”
In some ways, Yoongi is right. You have been seeing an awful lot of each other lately, whether you’d like to admit it or not. Before you moved into your spring sublet, it had been two full years since your last proper interaction, and suddenly you’re seeing each other every week like it’s nobody’s business. 
You sigh, shoulders heavy. You don’t feel like arguing with him anymore. Don’t feel like putting yourself through another unbearable exchange with your relationship as the hot button topic. Besides, Yoongi infuriates you but at least he’s not a bad conversationalist. At least you know you’ll always be entertained when he’s around. 
“I’m just keeping my distance,” you tell him sharply. “But if me saying we’re acquaintances will help you sleep better at night, then yeah, I guess we are. I pied you in the face, after all.”
“Something I will never forget,” Yoongi says with a smile. “Getting water dumped on me afterwards mustn't have been too bad for you either, hmm?”
“Oh, shut up,” you say, shaking your head. “You think too highly of yourself.”
“Come on, Y/N, I saw the way you looked at me. You can’t even deny it.” Yoongi’s lips turn up into a knowing smirk, the most irritating kind of them all. 
“I can, and I will,” you say, just as haughtily. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Yoongi lets out a bark of laughter at that, tilting his head back with a smile. “Alright, whatever tickles your pickle. I won’t judge.”
Standing across from him, you purse your lips, fighting the urge to let the corners turn upwards into a smile. Never a dull moment, when you’re with him. 
“You still going home? Or can I convince you to stay a little longer and play some pool downstairs with me?” Yoongi takes a step backwards, towards the front door, that same smirk dancing along his lips. 
You pretend to check the non-existent watch on your wrist, thinking about it for a couple seconds just to stretch out the moment even longer. “Only if you let me win.”
“Oh, Y/N,” Yoongi says, shaking his head fondly as he opens the door for you, stands to the side to let you in first. “Not a chance.”
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Funnily enough, after all you went through that night, you don’t ever hear from Nicole how it went on her end. Granted, you assume it went well, because she would definitely tell you if it didn’t go well, but all you did after the party that night was crash in your apartment without saying a word to each other. You had a good time, surprisingly enough, despite being coerced into playing a couple of games of pool with Yoongi, who absolutely destroyed you because he has a pool table in his basement and you don’t even have a basement. You blamed your loss on the beer, too proud to admit that he’s good at anything, even though you had barely one bottle and it had worn off about an hour in anyway. Still. Yoongi didn’t need to know that. 
Strange, how things have turned out. How one week you’re screaming at Yoongi to shut up or face the wrath of campus police, and another you’re standing opposite him with cue sticks in your hands. Maybe living next to the Beta Tau Sigma house is making you soft for all the brothers. Yikes.
You and Yoongi may never see eye to eye, but when you’re standing in the basement with a billiards table in between the two of you and victory on the line, where else are you supposed to look but him?
Sighing at the peculiar turn of events, you take another sip of your iced coffee as you make your way to the campus library for a good old fashioned study session. You have another inorganic chemistry exam coming up, and you don’t even know what you don’t know. The automatic glass doors open when you step into the library, whooshing to the side as you beeline towards the elevators, hoping to snag a spot on the third floor (the best one, in your opinion) before they’re all full. But you don’t make it.
The elevator’s working fine. It’s Yoongi that distracts you. 
For a second, you don’t even know where his voice is coming from. Your eyes dart around wildly, scanning the tables and desks for that familiar tuft of black hair, until you find Yoongi standing behind the checkout counter, chuckling at your clear inability to identify him. 
“You work here?” You ask, approaching him. He’s got a whole stack of worn books in his hands, biceps bulging out of his muscle tank as he plops them down onto a shelving cart. 
“Volunteer. I just stand here and check out the occasional book,” Yoongi answers. “I saw you and just thought I’d say hi.”
You narrow your eyes in suspicion. “Really?” 
Yoongi laughs. “Okay, I actually had a question.”
You purse your lips but nod the go-ahead anyway. “This better be a real question, and not ‘would you like to sleep with me’ or something.”
“Well, if that’s where your mind is at, then we can arrange something,” Yoongi teases, making you scowl at him. He grins at your reaction, clearly having gotten what he wanted out of you. “Alright, alright, I’m kidding. It’s actually about your friend, Nicole.”
“What about her?” You say, finding yourself getting a little bit protective over her.
“Taehyung has this bonkers huge crush on her. Like, enormous. All we ever talk about is what the next thing is that we can invite her to. It’s getting a little annoying, in a nice way,” Yoongi explains all informatively, shaking his head but looking fond nonetheless. 
You don’t even bother fighting away the smile inching its way across your face. That’s definitely the cutest thing you’ve heard in a long time. Nicole’s usually more reserved about her feelings, but you can just tell that it’s obvious she likes him back. In fact, if you had to describe her current emotions, it would be overarching anxiety that he does not like her the same way she likes him. 
But it sounds like she’s got nothing to worry about. 
“And I wanted to ask you if you could help me set them up?” Yoongi poses. “You know, like matchmaking them. Except they already like each other, so I suppose it’s not really matchmaking…”
“Well, how do I know he’s not going to just use her?” You say, refusing to give in just yet. Taehyung seems like a nice guy but then again, first impressions can be deceiving. 
“What do you mean?” Yoongi furrows his brows at you, like the question you just asked him is the stupidest thing of all. “You know him, he’s the sweetest guy you’ll ever meet. Just look at these texts he sends to me.”
Yoongi holds out his phone for you to read, not even caring if you snoop through his other messages. 
[March 16th, 1:25PM]
Taehyung: OHHHH MY GOD SHE JUST SAID HI TO ME AS SHE WALKED BY Taehyung: SHE’S SO CUTE AHHHHHHHHHHHHH HER LITTLE SMILE Taehyung: i think im going to have a heart attack Taehyung: bruh what if i just proposed like on the spot like right here
Yoongi: you don’t even know your own ring size
[March 18th, 10:03PM]
Taehyung: is it too annoying if we host another party just so she can come over and we can play smash in the basement Taehyung: as in like, super smash bros not just smashing
Yoongi: why don’t you just ask her anyway we don’t need to be throwing a party for her to come you know
Taehyung: yeah but then it’s WEIRD god yoongo keep up
Yoongi: i mean if she likes you back then she’d probably just say yes anyway
Yoongi: you do that even when we are doing stuff
Taehyung: :(
[March 21st, 5:07PM]
Taehyung: hey youre friends with y/n right
Yoongi: well…
Taehyung: do you think you can ask her to ask nicole about me Taehyung: i just wanna know what im working with here
Yoongi: why don’t you just do it
Taehyung: IM TOO SHY
“Yeah,” Yoongi says as you hand his phone back to him, pretty convinced. “So.”
“I see.” You nod firmly. 
“Do you think you can help? We’re throwing another party this weekend, more exclusive than our usuals. Invites only. You and her are welcome to come.”
“You better not take advantage of her or me,” you warn sternly, because even if a smaller-scale party sounds nicer, there’s no telling what the hell could happen. “I’m warning you now, Yoongi.”
“What the heck, of course we’re not gonna do that, geez.” Yoongi puts his hands up in surrender, a little alarmed at your insistence. “Seriously, Y/N. Promise. Taehyung’s a great guy. And I’m not saying that just because. He really is.”
You sigh. Yeah, he is. He’s friendly and happy and funny and respectful. Even you can’t deny that. “Alright. I’ll see if I can get her to go.”
“Awesome, thank you so much,” Yoongi says, looking genuinely grateful. “By the way, I wanted to ask—what made you move next to our house?”
You shrug. “It was the cheapest one bedroom sublet I could find. I figured I’d better take it and just figure out what to do with you guys later on.”
Yoongi chuckles. “Guess we really gave you a run for your money, huh?”
“My freshman year, I lived in between two four-person suites filled with boys. You guys aren’t even at half the level as them,” you say. “Don’t get any ideas, though. I’m a lot less tolerable now than I was back then.”
He laughs at that. “Okay, I’ll take your word for it.”
“What are you doing, huh?” You ask, finding yourself wanting the conversation to continue. “After grad, I mean.”
Yoongi shrugs. “Not sure. I’m majoring in music production but I think I wanna go to grad school, so. We’ll see.”
That answers that. So you were right, after all, about him. 
“That sounds cool. Good for you.”
“What about you? Chem, right?”
You nod. “Unfortunately. I’ve got a job lined up at a research lab in the hospital, so I’ll do that for a bit before seeing what else there is. Just taking things as they come.”
“Research? That sounds like fun,” Yoongi says. 
You hold up your enormous inorganic chemistry textbook, worn thin from use, and sigh. “Yeah, well, I have to pass this stupid class, first.”
“Yikes. Looks rough,” Yoongi winces. “Crazy, isn’t it? How the time flies. I remember sophomore year like it was yesterday.”
So do you. “Yeah. Kind of weird to think that we’re seniors, now. So much has changed.”
Yoongi looks up at you, a little hopeful, a little optimistic, in the smallest, tiniest way. “Has it, though?”
Your eyes widen slightly at the thought. Quickly, you sputter out, “I gotta, go, Yoongi, seriously, I have another big exam coming up—”
“Oh, okay,” he responds just as fast, just as caught-off-guard. “Well, uh, thanks for the help with Tae. Promise he’ll take good care of Nicole.”
You scoff a little, already heading back towards the elevator. “Yeah, as long as he didn’t learn anything from you.”
The elevator door opens ten feet away, another student exiting the library, and you dash in before you have to hear anything else come out of his mouth. Even though you’re pressing the close button, the doors have never shut so slowly. 
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Three hours, thirty-seven texts, and six missed calls. That’s how you’ve spent your night, desperately attempting to contact Nicole after she had informed you this afternoon that Taehyung had invited her to another Beta party and that she was planning on going. Which is cool. You’re not going to bar her from going to places. Nor are you going to chaperone her like an adult on a field trip. You didn’t even feel like accompanying her either, because some nights you’d rather just sit and rewatch old episodes of Brooklyn Nine-Nine in your bed. 
But how hard is it to send one text? Leave a ten-second message? You aren’t looking for an entire recount of her night out. You just want to make sure she’s not dead. Her phone might be, though. 
Perhaps if you loved sleep a little more, or if you cared about your friends a little less, you wouldn’t think too much of it. You would make sure to check on her tomorrow morning and go to sleep like anyone else. But you are not anyone else. You are you, and you live next to the Beta Tau Sigma house. 
This time you don’t even bother telling the boy at the front door the names of all the frat brothers you know. You just shove yourself by him before he even knows what’s going on, sneaking past the groups of people on their way out, laughing and giggling and smelling of nothing but alcohol. You didn’t realize it was already close to three in the morning. Have you really been awake this whole time? You must have dozed off at some point, because you think you can still feel the dried drool at the corner of your lips. 
You’ve never been inside a near-empty frat house. It’s sort of a surreal experience, if you’re being honest. The lights are still off but the music isn’t playing anymore, laptop unplugged from the speakers and sitting, forgotten, on the designated DJ table. The floor is covered in glowsticks and solo cups, a barren wasteland. Some of the brothers have congregated in the kitchen, another is passed out on the dinky leather couch in the hallway, and others are just milling around, too wasted or too tired to bother cleaning up. 
In a way, it feels haunting. Frat houses are almost always filled to the brim, bursting with noise and energy, that seeing it occupied by only its own inhabitants is horror-movie worthy. Makes you think there’s something wrong with the place. 
Yoongi spots you from halfway down the stairs, squinting just to make sure it’s you. You can’t even blame him. You’d be surprised, too. 
“Yoongi,” you say stupidly, feeling a little lost in this wide open landscape. 
“What are you doing here?” He asks as he jogs down the stairs, walking up to stand next to you. 
“Nicole told me she was here and she hasn’t been answering any of my texts, I just wanted to make sure…” You lose your train of thought when you see him come up to you, concern lacing his brows as he blinks at you, eyes wide and cheeks pink. For once he hasn’t got that stupid smug little grin on his face, that devilish glint in his eyes. He just looks… content.
“Nicole? Taehyung walked her home about an hour ago,” he explains simply. “She dropped her phone in the basement toilet so… that’s probably why you haven’t been able to contact her.”
“Oh,” you say stupidly. “Is he back?”
“Yeah, he’s—oh, there he is.” Yoongi points behind you where Taehyung is sitting on the floor by the dining room table, arms wrapped around a pillow, drunk or lovestruck, or both. As the other brothers pass by him, they ruffle his caramel hair and tease him about the lipstick on his face. Ah. 
“Okay,” you acknowledge, suddenly feeling at once very foolish for coming over. It’s so late, and there’s no doubt Yoongi will want to just pass out after this instead of talk to you, and you’ve pretty much just wasted everyone’s time. “Thanks, I guess.”
“Sure. You know Taehyung would never pull something like that, right?” Yoongi asks. 
You scoff a little. “No, but wouldn’t you?”
Yoongi frowns at that, looking too confused for his expression to be fake. “What are you talking about?”
“That night,” you begin. No need to elaborate, you both know exactly which night you’re referring to. 
“What about that night?” It’s clearly a bit of a sore spot for the both of you. 
“Well, we… spent the night together and then the next morning I overheard you talking about me,” you say awkwardly. The truth is that neither of you have really discussed what happened between the two of you since that night, preferring to just shun one another and manifest this evil version of the other in your minds. Maybe you should have, but it’s too late to go back and change that now, so you have no choice but to dredge it up here instead. 
“I wasn’t talking about you,” Yoongi says. “I mean, I was, but that was after you blew me off and refused to answer any of my messages.”
“I blew you off because of what you said about me,” you insist. Ghosting him was not the worst thing you could have done. Back then, you considered it pretty even payback after hearing the things he said. “You said that I was easy, and that—that you wanted to share me with the house.” Even just saying the words brings a vile taste into your mouth. 
Yoongi furrows his brows for a second, trying to recall that morning after, that conversation he had with that brother, before he realizes. “You mean my cat?”
“I had just adopted my cat that morning,” Yoongi elaborates. “I went to the shelter in town and picked her up. It was really easy, and I thought she would become a nice moodmaker for our house.”
“You… you adopted a cat?” You ask again, just for clarification because you can’t actually believe it. Min Yoongi has a cat? 
“Yeah, her name is Miso,” he says. “Wait, did you think I was talking about you?”
“Well…” You trail off, feeling more and more idiotic with every second. “Maybe.”
“Oh my God, Y/N, seriously? I would never say those things about you. About anyone,” Yoongi says like it’s obvious, which, in hindsight, it very much is. 
You throw your hands up in the air. “I didn’t know! That’s what I thought, too, but then I overheard you saying that and I thought you were talking about me and that you were just another asshole looking for a cheap one-night-stand, and I assumed shit. I’m sorry.”
Yoongi doesn’t look mad. He doesn’t even look a little peeved. He just looks helpless, because there’s nothing he can do to change what’s happened between the two of you even if all it really took was just a proper conversation. You, on the other hand, must look like a goddamn fool. A very regretful one, at that. 
He forces out half of a laugh, this soft little noise that makes him shake his head. “It’s okay. I’m sorry, too. Maybe I should have told you I wanted a cat.”
You roll your eyes. “Definitely would have saved us a lot from the last two years.”
He takes a step forward, impossibly closer. “You really thought I just saw you as a one-night-stand?”
“I don’t know…” You twiddle your fingers, eyes gazing downwards at your gross old sneakers as you rock back and forth. “I… didn’t want you to think of me that way.”
“I didn’t,” he assures you, reaching out to lift your chin up, the pads of his fingers pressing against the skin of your jaw, bringing your eyes up to his own. “I wanted something more than that from the moment I saw you.”
“Saw me throwing up in your sink,” you remember fondly. 
“A man’s dream come true,” Yoongi jokes, making you both laugh. “No, I really did. I wanted to go out on dates and hold your hand and kiss you on the benches on campus.”
Well, that’s news to you. 
“Didn’t you want that, too?” A dip into the water. 
You smile softly, gazing at him through your lashes. “Maybe I did.”
And then, a jump. 
“Do you want that, still?”
How could you ever think you’d be able to resist him? How could you ever think that your attraction had faded? Min Yoongi has been next to you ever since that night. You just never realized it until he finally stood in front of you, instead. 
“Maybe I do.”
There, standing in the middle of an empty open room, littered with streamers and empty cups and glowsticks and wet puddles on the floor, he kisses you. Pulls you in like he did that very first night you met, intoxicating and electric. You aren’t drunk, you aren’t dressed all nicely, you are just you, and he is just him. Two years have gone by but the feeling is the same. That warmth that fills you up, the grinning against his lips. Sparks flew then but they are flames now, embers that burn deep within you. 
Before you tumble into his bed that night, Yoongi has to move a certain grey tabby off of his duvet. But once you finally do, it makes you never want to leave. 
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The next morning, you aren’t woken up by an alarm, or the cold air, or even Yoongi himself. Instead, what rouses you is the feeling of little paws on your body, stepping over you like you’re nothing but carpet. 
Miso seems to have decided that you’re quite alright, after careful consideration. Or maybe she just wants someone to get up so she can eat breakfast. Next to you, Yoongi sleeps soundly, little snores leaving his mouth as he curls himself up underneath the sheets. Slowly, you remove yourself from under the covers, sliding your feet off the edge of the bed as Miso comes up to rub against you. 
“You know how much grief you have caused me and him?” You ask her as she meows happily. “If I had just known you existed, we could have all saved so much time.”
From beside you, Yoongi stirs, barely looking at you through his half-lidded eyes, grinning lazily. 
“I was just telling Miso that she’s caused us a lot of angst,” you tell him. 
“Mmm,” Yoongi hums in agreement. He pushes himself upright, the sheets falling to reveal his bare chest and messy hair, tousled and knotted from a night of sleep and a couple hours of pulling on it. Whoops. “But you’re here now, aren’t you?”
“It appears that I am,” you say, smiling down happily at Miso. 
“Hey,” he says, leaning over to give Miso a bit of a pet before turning his gaze towards you. “Kiss me before you leave?”
It sounds so familiar. But what Yoongi doesn’t know is that you aren’t leaving at all. You’ll be next to him for a long time, you hope. No choice in that. 
You raise your eyebrows at him. “What makes you think I’m going anywhere?”
When you press your lips to his once more, you feel a soft head of fur brush against the side of your face. 
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ohshutupjimin · 17 hours ago
Imagine going bowling with Yoongi on your first date.
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To your surprise, Yoongi sucks, however, he’s not the least bit embarrassed by it. After whooping him, you boast about it in his face. Suddenly, he grabs you and pulls you in for a kiss. You usually don’t kiss on the first date, but Yoongi was a definite exception.
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yoongisleftearring · 18 hours ago
I Know
-> Pairing: yoongi x reader
-> Genre: angst
-> Word Count: 489
-> Warnings: angst, reader is slightly self-centered (not necessarily a bad thing, just a human flaw)
You huff, your frustrations getting to you as you watch your boyfriend. He was doing so well compared to you, not that that was surprising to you.
"You'll get this. Come on, try again." Yoongi tried to comfort you but you felt like crying in frustration. The two of you had decided to do a show for the fans, you had been so excited until you realized that the performance included choreography. Dancing was a weak suit for you and Yoongi knew that. He tried his best to help you but after hours without any progress, the two of you were losing hope.
"Yoongi, I can't do this." You mumbled and the man looked up at you, trying to hide his disappointment at the lack of confidence you had in yourself.
"Look, y/n, this isn't easy but I know you'll be able to do it once you put the effort in." You shrugged your shoulders, completely fed up with the dance.
"Easy for you to say. You're amazing at dancing and rapping and, everything really. You're just naturally talented." You shrugged again.
"Really?" Yoongi asked trying to mask the annoyance in his tone, you met his eyes in surprise, not expecting him to be offended by your compliment. "Don't do that."
"Do what?" You asked, genuinely confused by your boyfriend's sudden attitude.
"Compare us," He shook his head in frustration. "You act as if I'm some perfect person, that I didn't work hard to be where I am now."
"Yoongi, I didn't mean it like that," you spoke softly trying not to raise your voice because you know that that would just make things worse. "I meant it as a compliment, I know you're not perfect."
"Don't use me to put yourself down." He spoke and walked to the speaker to turn the music on again but you stopped him.
"It's not like what I said wasn't true." You chuckled. Yoongi turned around to face you and frowned.
"I'm good at those things. You're right," He nodded his head. "But you don't realize the weight that you put on my shoulders when you say things like that," You just stared at your boyfriend, not knowing what to say to him. "When you say things like that, it puts pressure on me to keep being better. I can't humanly live up to your expectations," Yoongi tried to keep his face as void of emotions as he could but you could see him falter when he spoke. "I don't want to let you down when I can't be what you think I am. I care about your opinion more than anyone else's, I can't deal with disappointing you." You walked closer to your boyfriend and as you approached him you noticed his glassy eyes.
"Yoongi, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize." You lifted your palm to rest against his cheek.
"I know." He sighs as he looks into your eyes.
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kimnjss · 19 hours ago
(bonus) turn the page | myg
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⤑  series: cyberslut
⤑ pairing: jock(fuckboi)!yoongi x nerdy(virgin)!reader
⤑ genre: idk man i just be writing...
⤑ rating: pg13
⤑ word count: 1.5K // unedited.
⤑ warnings: none(?)
⤑ A/N: hiiii! quick drabble of their little study session at his house . nothing too crazy but lmao this is how yoongi acts when they’re alone . nd i can’t get enough of itttt !
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may 5th, 2021 | 13:17
“you write poetry!?” taking it upon yourself to browse around his room while he sprawled out on his bed, arms behind his head as he waited for you. the last time you were here, you had made it a point to stay out of his room. didn't trust yourself.
but with jimin taking up the living room with his loud music and even louder phone conversations (why he didn't do this at his own house was beyond you) you had no other choice but to agree to yoongi's suggestion in studying upstairs. and his room was filled with so many pieces of his personality that you wouldn't see if you didn't know him well.
you had also gawked at the sewing machine tucked behind his bedroom door. he was quick to tell you that it belonged to jimin and he just hadn't returned it. but, didn't have much to say when you asked him if he knew how to use it: 'obviously,' and a simple roll of his eyes as he dropped his body onto the bed. for the first time wishing that you'd just get on with the tutoring.
his poetry book is the next interesting thing you find in your snooping, underneath the balled up papers that you were positive were the worksheets you've printed out for him. you're snatching up the notebook before he has a chance to respond, body jolting up to a seated position – eyes wide. “that's not mine!” he says, a bit too fast and desperate and it has a giggle falling from your lips.
“then what's... 'min yoongi's, don't touch!!'.” reading out the words scribbled out on front of the book in his messy handwriting before you're turning it around so he can get a look for himself.
yoongi's rolling those pretty brown eyes of his, arm stretching out to beckon you over. “oh, so you can read,” not moving, you take to sticking your tongue out at his mocking tone, flipping the first page open on his book. “who's 'first love' about?” all you're reading is the title before you're lifting your head to look up at him.
“not you. bring it here,” taking slow steps in his direction, you take your time reading through the scribbles. his messy hand writing that you had to learn to understand these past few weeks. he wrote how he thought, scribbling over his words instead of erasing and circling boldly circling what he shouldn't scribbled over.
it was mess, but you could still read it perfectly and not only that you could feel it too. the words that he used and how he must've felt while writing them down were all right there on the page, nearly tangible. it was incredible.
you're stopping in front of him, knees pressed into the edge of his bed. his heart pounding in his ears because you haven't stopped reading, but at the same time he doesn't want to make you stop. never has he showed anyone his writing before, but he wants you to read it. to hear what you think. silently hoping that you like it.
“no matter where i am, you always defended that spot. but i didn't know that would be the last. you say don't leave like this,” hearing you read it out loud has embarrassment warming his face and the chance that you might think it's lame is creeping in, so he's reaching forward to take it from your hands.
but you're turning before he can even get his fingers on it. back facing him so of course he does the next logical thing, hands reaching for your hips, he pulls your body down on to the bed. in one swift movement your butt is wedged between his legs, back pressed against his chest. he's got an arm secured around your waist and your heart is fighting it's way out of your chest.
you've got this down to a science, thankfully, so it doesn't show on your face. going on with your reading as if you weren't secretly waiting to feel his dick brush up against you. “they're raps. not poems,” he corrects your earlier statement, managing to reach his hand up and pull the book from your hands without a fight.
“do you know what rap stands for?” turning your head to face him, you're shocked with how close your faces are. fully aware with how close you are and the fact that you're not supposed to be. he doesn't seem as shocked as you are, playfully poking his tongue out at your comment. you're not even able to come up with a proper remark, unable to focus on anything but the way his body feels pressed against yours. and how you wished there were less layers blocking you.
his grip tightens as you shift in his arms, effectively pinning your body between his legs while chucking his notebook to the side. the text book that you're supposed to be working out of is a few inches away, so he's able to reach it without having to let you go. dropping it into your lap, he's resting back against the headboard.
“read it to me,” so nonchalant as if he wasn't turning your brain to mush with each unfocused brush of his fingers. “like this?” how he expected you to concentrate on reading like this was beyond you.
but he's nodding, sitting back up to rest his chin on your shoulder, peaking at the pages of the book. “yeah. you smell nice,” he's so close, nose nuzzled in your hair and though it just happened, you can't piece how you ended up like this.
that was the thing with yoongi. nothing he did was calculated, he just did what he felt like when he felt like it. he felt like wrapping his arms around you and holding you in his lap, so that's what he did. and you were so weak for him that you didn't even think to protest (not like you wanted to). a subtle warmth crowded your chest from having his arms around you, the tickle of his breath against your neck.
you read the words out for him to hear, not sure if he's even paying attention. you're still focused as you read, keeping your mind off of the mindless way he fiddles with the hem of your shirt. it continues like that for a few minutes, words morphing together barely making sense to you.
then all at once, he's pulling his arm from around you, no longer able to ignore the way your hair tickles his face. he's having his own fight with your hair, each time he swipes it away it's hitting back with more. and you notice, pulling the hair tie from your wrist without slowing your words and handing it back to him.
yoongi's grabbing it right away, gathering the long strands in both hands, managing to create a bun at the back of your head. long fingers grazing the back of your neck as he moves the pieces he's missed out of the way before setting his head back down on your shoulder. shivers run down your spine at your touch, body going rigid as you turn to look at him.
as if all of that... all of this was just dawning on you. how comfortable it felt having him wrapped around you, naturally being without a second thought. when you were used to at least three thoughts, especially when it was in the romance department. he doesn't look at all bothered, pretty eyes boring into yours.
there's a split second flash of something else in them as he looks at you. like maybe you're not alone in the feelings of heat bubbling your stomach. thoughts you've been tucking away... saving for later, so clear on his face. it's hard to look away, completely wrapped up in his trance.
his large hand spread over your stomach as he leans toward you, heightening your senses because you're convinced he's gonna kiss you. why else would he be coming so close after looking at you like that for so long. the laugh he lets out vibrates against your back, cheeks lifting as he rolls his eyes.
“what?” couldn't place what could be funny about this situation, being so close to him and undoubtedly concerned for your sanity. his laughing doesn't settle, head tilting to point toward the book.
and your brow is furrowing, sending a quizzical glance to the pages as if you'd find the answer to his chuckles there. “turn the page,” his voice rings deep in your ear, setting of a pang between your legs that you choose to ignore.
he's leaning back all at once as if he didn't just turn you on to no end without even doing anything really. smirking at you without a care in the world, so you act accordingly. putting a bit of space between you in order to catch your breath, as you flip the page.
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— he has no idea who you are… up front, you’re sweet and innocent - but in reality you’re the exact opposite. running your own nsfw account, where your favorite topic is his hands.
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silv3rswirls · 23 hours ago
Helping their s/o who can’t use their hands
Anon asks: Could you do a reaction where BTS have to help their s/o bc her hands are in a lot of pain? Like helping wash her hair/tying her hair up or feeding her bc it hurts to hold cutlery? She also feels pretty bad/frustrated about the situation.
Since your hands were in the process of healing from the burns you had gotten in an incident a few days ago, doing the simplest things was hard. Eating, bathing, getting dressed- just about anything and everything needing the use of your hands was hard and painful when you tried to push through and do it yourself. So from now on, you were stuck depending on your boyfriend for more and more things, which left you with mixed emotions. You were upset and frustrated with your situation and were starting to feel bad for having to ask your boyfriend to do more for you.
Tonight, like every night the past few days Jin had sat down to eat beside you. Between taking bites of his own food he took the time to make sure and feed you as well. He never had a problem cooking or ordering food for you, so when you began to need help eating he did it without a thought. So when you turned away from your food with your shoulders slumped Jin frowned. “Y/n?” He asked, “what’s wrong?”
“Nothing” you murmured, “just eat your food Jin, I can wait.”
He shook his head, “it’s fine, I’m fine” he smiled, bringing the chopstick up to you again. Finally, he frowned as you let your head hang. He set the food down, moving to tilt your head up to him. “Y/n, it’s okay” he pressed, “it’s not a bother to me at all, okay? Just let me take care of you.”
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Yoongi didn’t mind coming home earlier than usual to help you out. He enjoyed having a good excuse to get home sooner to you. That, and he wants to make sure you’re cared for while healing. Tonight he had planned to help you wash your hair, as he had heard you quietly complaining about it to yourself that morning. So he talked lazily with you as he massaged your scalp with shampoo and gently ran his fingers through your hair, ignorant to the guilt you weighed your shoulders. You felt bad that Yoongi had been leaving his studio earlier just to come to help you do such trivial things.
“Is the water too warm?” you shake your head with a small hum as he begins rinsing your hair. “You’ve quiet, what’s wrong?”
“Are you in pain?”
“I’m fine just...I just feel bad that you have to take time out just to do these things for me.”
Yoongi frowned, stopping his movements and looking at you. “Don’t say that, I actually like doing this for you.” He smiled, it made him feel close to you. “It’s relaxing and I get to spend time with you. It’s not a burden, never will be, okay?”
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Hobi had taken to driving you wherever you needed and when he was busy he always made sure someone was there to help you out. Today you had gone back to the doctor for a small checkup to make sure everything was healing properly and Hoseok had taken you like he always did. He waited outside in the car, smiling when he finally caught sight of you walking back to him. But he frowned when he noticed your gloomy mood. “How was it?” He asked, worried that something might have been wrong.
“Okay, everything’s healing well, but I still have a while before it’s all better.” You climbed in, giving Hobi a grateful look. “Sorry for the long wait, they were really busy.” You explained, “and sorry again for asking for a ride...I don’t like asking you so much, but-”
Hoseok had shook his head with a small tsk, “Don’t apologize, you know I don’t mind.” 
“I know but still, it’s a lot, and I know there’s probably a bunch of other things you need to do.”
“I’d rather make sure you were taken care of first” he sighed, “so please, you don’t need to apologize to me for everything you need. I love you and plan on taking care of you as long as you need me to.”
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You had hoped your hands would be in less pain by now, but it didn’t work you that way. Your and Namjoon’s anniversary was tonight and you had been planning to surprise him with dinner for months now. You were going to cook his favorite, as well as picking up his favorite sweet as well, but instead of doting over your boyfriend’s gift, you were sitting in the kitchen crying. It wasn’t fair, all you wanted was to do something nice for him yet you were stuck barely able to do the simplest of things without your hands. At this point, your tears were out of pure frustration.
“Y/n?” Namjoon’s voice was a concern as he heard your cries coming from where you were nestled on the kitchen floor. “What’s wrong?” worry was heavy in his tone, afraid that you had hurt yourself. “Why are you crying?”
“I hate this” you sobbed, “it’s not fair- I just wanted to make you dinner, but I can barely get all the ingredients out let alone actually prepare it.” Namjoon sighed before joining you on the floor, pulling you into his arms.
“It’s okay Y/n, you can do it when you're healed, okay?”
“But- but it’s our anniversary and I wanted it to be special.”
“It’s already special as long as we’re together, right? Please don’t stress yourself out over this.” He pleaded, “I want you to be happy, don’t worry about things like this until you're better.”
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Jimin noticed how gloomy things had been since the incident. Recently you had taken to staying cooped up in the bedroom, laying in bed quietly for hours on your own and too unmotivated to do much else. So today Jimin had woken you with breakfast in bed and new flowers to brighten up the room. He gave you no option in the matter of having a day off pamper. He sat with you for hours. Doing skincare and your make-up, giggling and apologizing for not being able to do a flawless job. He even did your hair, wanting to make you feel good and like your usual self.
“What’s the point? We’re not going anywhere.”
Jimin merely tsked your complaints away, “what color do you want?” he asked, investigating the eyeshadow hard to try and choose. “Come on, Y/n, we’re having a day of relaxation and pamper, so you better get into the spirit!”
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Taehyung practically jumped out of his seat when he noticed what you were up to. You were on your laptop, attempting to reply to work emails when you were supposed to be giving your hands time to heal. Not only that but he could tell you were hurting yourself, so he jumped up to scold you. “Y/n, stop!” he demanded.
“But Tae,” you complained, “the emails are piling up and I hate just sitting here ignoring them.” You explained, ever since your injury, you had struggled to take a break from work. You felt bad and unproductive every time you noticed the work and emails piling up.
“I don’t care, now go lay back down!” He ushered you away, taking your laptop for himself and sitting down beside you. “You can tell me what to type, okay?” He made sure you were tucked in and comfy before going on to start replying to them for you.
“You don’t have to-”
“If it’s going to keep you stressed out then yes I do” he explained, “just lay back and tell me what to say, no typing until your hands are better!”
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Since everything happened, Jungkook had started watching over you more than before. He wanted to make sure you didn’t push yourself to do anything and thankfully you didn’t. But now as the days went by and you remained curled up in bed, not wanting to leave the apartment or anything he began to worry about you.
“Get up” Jungkook whispers as he gently shakes you from your second nap of the day. “Come on and pick out some clothes.”
You shook your head, but he stopped you before you could pull the covers back over your head. He took your arm, ushering you slowly to get out of bed. Since you seemed disinterested in your closet he grabbed something comfortable for you, helping you change and tie your hair up. “Where are we going?”
“The park” he replied, “you’ve been really sad since the incident and I hate seeing you in bed all the time.” He hoped getting out in the sun would lift your spirits.
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mikrokosmos713 · 23 hours ago
Happy 8th Anniversary Bangtan & ARMYs. Who knew a chanceful meeting in 2013 would have turned into a lifelong friendship and we would found a family in each other. 💜💜
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disasteor · a day ago
Jungkook POV: beautiful morning
Today was the day that their lives would turn around.
Jungkook would have a whole separate bathroom, a bedroom shared only with two other people – only that the two other people were the people he was dreading to room with. Namjoon-hyung and yumi. There was a small relief since Namjoon was kind of awkward about it too, but yumi seemed really calm. She was probably the most oblivious person on earth though, so Jungkook didn’t expect her to pick up on the awkwardness between her other two roommates.
Hoseok entered their bedroom, his hair sticking up in tufts.
“Jungkook, pack your clothes, what the hell are you doing here?” he asked, packing all of their knicks-knacks into a box.
Hoseok was probably the most stressed about the move, but that could just have been his love for organization. He had even sorted out everybody’s clothes, put them in separate parts of the closet, so for the past few days, jimin and Yumi were wearing their own clothes.
Jungkook pushed himself off the bed. “I already packed last night. Jimin wouldn’t let me sleep before the whole closet was empty.”
Hoseok petted his hair distractedly.
“that’s good, that’s good.” And he then mumbled something to himself as he went on picking up their photo frames.
Each of them had pictures beside their beds, or on the small shelf in the living room. Since Jungkook’s bed was the closest to the window, he had placed his own picture and a picture of his family on the windowsill.
Hoseok took those down now, wrapping them in the brown paper he was carrying, before placing them in the box and sealing it shut.
“Here, big guy,” he said, handing Jungkook the box. “take this to the truck downstairs.”
“I don’t think it’s called a truck.” Jungkook said. “isn’t it called a moving van?”
“Every van is moving van, Jungkook. Just go and put the box inside it.”
Hoseok patted him on the butt to get him moving, and Jungkook took the box downstairs. There were people who helping them move, crowded around the van, talking to Namjoon and Yoongi while Seokjin loudly instructed the workers that the “kitchen” box was fragile.
Yumi, Taehyung and Jimin were playing with the alley cat, Mimi. She was kind of tiny, small enough that she fit in Jungkook’s hands, with yellow eyes and black fur. Jungkook thought it was scary, but Yumi loved that thing.
“Yoongi-hyung, let’s take Mimi with us, please.” Jimin said suddenly.
Yumi looked up.
“Oh, yeah, we can do that. please, hyung?” she pouted. “I don’t want to leave Mimi.”
It wasn’t uncommon for Jungkook’s heart to start flip-flopping whenever Yumi pouted, or smiled, or looked cool, or –
yeah, he was deep in love.
But, Yumi was so pretty, even though she looked like a walking cotton candy most days. Even now, her hair was black, fading into dark blue at the tips. At least wasn’t as glaring as the flaming orange in the N.O era.
Namjoon shook his head. “No, the cat stays here. We aren’t even home for most of the year, and she’s a stray. Who knows what germs she has?”
“but, hyung! She’s so cute.” Yumi said, running up to Namjoon and holding the cat up. The cat meowed helpfully. “Let’s please take her. I’ll look after her, I promise.”
“No, yumi. No pets.”
“You have a whole dog!”
“At home. my parents look after Monie.”
Yumi scowled, cradling the cat. “I’ll make sure the neighbours look after her when we’re gone.”
“I said no.” Namjoon said. He sounded like a dad. “Put her down.”
“Can’t we at least take her to our new neighbourhood?”
The cat meowed again, snuggling against Yumi. Yumi pulled a pout that ARMY would have sold their soul to see.
Namjoon sighed, putting his hands up. “Fine, but she’s not coming into the house.”
“Yay!” Yumi ran back to Jimin and Taehyung, and Jungkook finally stepped out of the building to put the box inside the van.
Hoseok came down with another box, and they locked up the dorm before getting into manager Kanghoon’s car. The cat rode in the van with Yumi and Taehyung because Manager Kanghoon refused to let her into his car.
Jungkook watched their tiny building be left far behind.
Finally, better days were on their way.
Jungkook felt like a wrung out washcloth by the time they finished putting away their stuff in the evening. He had hoped that he might have a few extra muscles on his biceps with all the lifting he did. Unfortunately, the world did not work that way, and he still had to wait for his body to grow up and become muscular.
Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung had closed their room for the night, their loud laughs echoing throughout the house. Yoongi and Seokjin were in the kitchen, putting away stuff.
Jungkook laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, which he’d never seen before. His bed had always been underneath Hobi’s, and most nights he fell asleep looking at Hoseok’s foot sticking out from the bedframe.
Jungkook blinked, and Yumi’s face appeared in front of him.
“Are you asleep?”
“No? my eyes are open.”
“You never know. Yoongi sometimes falls asleep looking at his computer screen.” Yumi shrugged, and then gestured for him to scoot aside. Jungkook’s heart flip-flopped again.
“You have your own bed, don’t you?” he grumbled as he shifted.
Yumi laid down beside him, and butterflies erupted in Jungkook’s stomach.
“I haven’t put a sheet over it yet.” She said. “And I can’t find my pillow either. Joon-hyung’s looking for it.”
Jungkook nodded.
He needed to get out of here.
“Should I go look for it?”
“No, Joon-hyung will find it.”
Why couldn’t she just say yes? Jungkook’s entire left side felt like it was tingling. Like Yumi’s mere presence could make that happen. Why was he so in love? Ugh. It was annoying.
Yumi was just staring up at the ceiling. She was a little weird these days – a little too grown up. She helped around the house, and she produced the song that got them their first win a couple of weeks ago. Yumi was charming, confident, even with strangers like Zico-sunbaenim. Jungkook hadn’t said one word to the guy, but Yumi already had his and P.O.’s number. He didn’t know how to be like that. Cool and calm.
Jungkook still remembered the night they’d become friends.
The memory was imprinted forever in his mind. It wasn’t even anything cinematic. On Hobi-hyung’s insistence, he had walked out the terrace of their old dorm to talk to the scary sunbae-nim with the slightly dark past that he was warned to be careful with.
And Yumi had blinked back tears when he told her that her members appreciated her, that they cared about her. And then she’d glanced at his head, like she was mad at him for being taller than her, and held out her hand, her face breaking into the first grin he had seen. They had shaken hands on that terrace, with the wind blowing Yumi’s hair and fluttering her skirt, and perhaps Jungkook had fallen in love right then. Had thought – she’s beautiful.
It was a childish love back then, but he had known very firmly that it was love. He’d do anything for her. But, it seemed that Yumi was always moving forward, meeting new people, giving pieces of her heart to everyone she met. And Jungkook was stuck watching, his heart going further towards her as the days passed.
When they debuted, Jungkook remembered buzzing with nerves and his sight zooming in on Yumi’s wobbly steps as they climbed up a set of stairs for their first ever performance, her hand darting out every few seconds to grip the railing, and then letting go. He had rushed forward, taking her arm and trying to lead her to the stage. He can’t remember what had said, but he remembered thinking – I want her to hold my arm like this, forever.
Perhaps, he’d fallen in love a little too early. They were kids, and Yumi had been more interested in writing lyrics and chasing her dreams than entertaining him and his giddy crush. Not that he wasn’t chasing his dreams, but he still hadn’t known much about singing and dancing then. Jungkook had watched Yumi work hard and come home in the early hours of morning, exhausted, and then wake up again to practice with them for hours. He’d thought – I want to be like her someday.
It still hadn’t changed.
Yumi sighed, and suddenly Jungkook realised they’d been lying here in total silence for a while.
Fuck, maybe I should say something?
Why was he being weird? It was just Yumi. He racked his brain for a topic of conversation.
“How – how’s Mimi?” he asked. “Did she run off?”
Yumi sat up excitedly. “No, no, she loves it here. Taehyungie and I made her a house with one of the boxes. She lives in the corner beside the security booth now. The security ahjussi likes her too. He said he’d feed her.”
“That’s – that’s good, then.”
Just then, Namjoon-hyung burst into the room. He kicked the door open with his foot, holding a giant pillow in his hands.
“The ahjussi who was moving our boxes ripped your pillow.” Namjoon said. “Here’s a new one.”
Yumi gaped at him. “Did you buy that right now?”
“Yes, I – there’s a big shop nearby. Some interior design stuff.”
Yumi took the pillow from Namjoon, fluffing it happily. “Hyung, at this rate, you might just become my sugar daddy.”
Namjoon smacked the back of her head. “Go make your bed and sleep. We still have schedules tomorrow.”
“Never mind, you’re just a dad. There’s no sugar.”
Namjoon let out an indignant noise. “I’m neither your dad, nor your sugar daddy.”
He pushed Yumi to her bed, patting her butt. “Get to work.”
Jungkook watched Yumi laugh and wondered how she could have such an easy conversation with Namjoon.
Oh right, it was because they both had social skills, unlike Jungkook.
Jungkook was generally awkward, but it was somehow harder to talk casually to Namjoon. To him, Namjoon was an ideal. He was a perfect human. It wasn’t that he never made mistakes, but the way he responded when someone pointed out his mistakes was admirable. He always went out of his way to never repeat it. Namjoon was the best everything – he was patient and dependable and rational. And just good. And Jungkook was none of those things.
This is going to be so good for my self-esteem. Haha.
“Jungkook-ah, um,” Namjoon said. “You’re taking that bed?”
Jungkook sat up. “You – you can have it if – if you want. I’ll just take the other one?”
“No, no, I’m fine, just – you’re alright with that one, right? Yumi can be overbearing sometimes –”
Yumi whacked Namjoon in the head with her new pillow. “What are you talking about? I’m an angel. Jimin says so.”
“Jimin is too soft on you, that’s why.” Namjoon said. “Jungkook-ah?”
“Yeah, no, I’m okay with this one.” Jungkook said quietly. “I’ll go shower.”
“Yeah, okay.”
Jungkook was half-asleep when he received the call.
“mm? ‘s the matter?”
“Jungkook-ah, I – I’m at the Han river. Can you,” There was a sniffle. “Can you pick me up?”
Jungkook’s brain finally caught up, and he registered who was on the other line.
“Yumi?” He asked blearily, forcing his eyes open. The ice-cream trip with Taehyungie-hyung was a bad decision. “What – what happened? Why are you at the Han river?”
Yumi sniffled again, and Jungkook’s heart dropped.
“Yumi-yah, are you alright?” He asked, stumbling out of bed and putting the phone between his ear and shoulder as he pulled on a jacket. “I’m on my way. Where are you, exactly?”
Yumi told him her location.
“And I’m – I’m okay, just. I don’t have my wallet. And. Yeah. Sorry.” Yumi sounded like she was crying. “When do you think you’ll be here?”
“It’ll take at least half an hour, I think.” He said. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah. Just – just come quick, okay?”
“I’ll be quick, I promise.”
Yumi hummed, and then hung up before Jungkook could say any more.
Namjoon was still snoring away, so Jungkook left a text message for him before slipping out of the door. He couldn’t drive a car yet, so he hopped on Yoongi’s old motorcycle that was now rusting in their parking lot and hoped that it started. Of course it did, Jungkook and Taehyung were out on it just three hours ago.
Jungkook’s head pounded as he turned left and right on the near-empty streets. He’d gotten barely three hours of sleep before Yumi called, and his gut was churning with worry. Why was Yumi even at the Han river? Was she hurt?
Jungkook wondered if someone’s ribs could break with the force of their heartbeat.
As he saw the park approaching, Jungkook sped up, his eyes searching for Yumi. He stopped the scooter and got off, running to the other side, where people sat on the steps to watch the river.
He glanced at his phone. 4:30 am.
He probably couldn’t shout right now, or he’d attract the attention of all the drunk, scary men.
So, Jungkook walked.
It didn’t take long for him to spot Yumi. She was bundled up in a long coat, her blue-black hair tied in a half-ponytail, her face covered up by her glasses and mask. The light from a nearby streetlight was shining right down on her, like it was a spotlight for the protagonist.
He let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.
“Yumi!” he called.
Yumi turned towards him, waving him over. When Jungkook got closer, he noticed that Yumi’s eyes were red-rimmed under her glasses.
She smiled.
“Hi, sorry, did I wake you up?” she asked, like hadn’t just given Jungkook a heart attack half an hour ago. Her voice was hoarse, probably from crying.
Jungkook carefully sat down beside her. “No, it’s – it’s alright.”
Yumi turned back to the river, hugging her knees and resting her chin on them. She was wearing her PJs underneath – the matching striped red shorts and shirt that she bought for herself on Christmas. It all seemed surreal to him, like he was floating in a dream.
Maybe he was just sleep-deprived. His eyes were itchy, and there was a massive headache right above his left eyebrow.
“Yumi-yah,” he whispered. “What happened?”
Yumi kept staring at the river. “Kevin and I broke up.”
Jungkook froze.
He didn’t know if he should feel happy or sad. He did hate Kevin, but not for the reason most people would think. He was truly happy for Yumi, because he wasn’t selfish, but Kevin just raised a lot of red flags. He only cared about Yumi when it came to himself, not outside of their relationship. He had fought with Yumi on Jungkook’s birthday last year, Jungkook knew, even though Yumi refused to tell them what had happened. Kevin was a – not a good boyfriend. Jungkook didn’t really know much else about him.
And if Jungkook was on the right path, Kevin had driven Yumi to the Han river in the middle of the night just to break with her, and then left her here?
“Why are you here, though?” He asked.
Yumi closed her eyes, her face still turned away from Jungkook, and scoffed.
“Because I’m an idiot.” She whispered. “I trusted Kevin way too much.”
“Do – do you want to go home? get some sleep?”
Yumi shook her head. “No, I – can we just stay here for a while?”
Jungkook hummed, scared to speak too loud and disturb the hush that had fallen over them. He turned to watch the river with Yumi. The river was illuminated by the streetlights, looking like it was glittering as it flowed. It looked like a scene straight out of a movie.
Yumi’s head came to rest on his shoulder after a minute. She wrapped her arms around his bicep, and his heart started up again, trying beat out of his chest.
“Kook, do you,” Yumi started in a whisper. “Do you think I’m selfish?”
Jungkook paused.
“What?” He whispered. “No, absolutely not. You’re not selfish. Why would think that?”
Yumi didn’t answer.
“Did he say that? Did Kevin say that?”
Yumi sniffled against his shoulder, and Jungkook froze up.
Being angry on Yumi’s behalf was something he was unfamiliar with. Yumi didn’t talk about her troubles, or at least, not to him. She took care of thing troubling her by herself.
But right now, Jungkook was so angry he could burst. Yumi was the most precious human ever, she worked until her bones broke, she made sure she put everyone else ahead of her, she took care of even the oldest hyungs, something Jungkook was never able to do. How could Kevin say she was selfish?
Yumi sobbed, turning her face so it was hidden in the crook of his neck. Her nose pushed against his skin, kind of painful. Jungkook shifted so he could hug her properly. Yumi’s sobs felt like a thunderstorm, like she could shake Jungkook right down to his core.
“You aren’t selfish at all, Yumi.” He whispered, aching. “You’re so not selfish that it might be a problem. I mean, even Seokjin-hyung bosses you around.”
Yumi laughed a little.
Jungkook squeezed her. “You’re not selfish, Yumi. You’re the best in world.”
Yumi mumbled something that sounded like ‘not really’, but her sobs quieted down a little. Jungkook rubbed her back, trying to be gentle, like the hyungs were. He didn’t know much about comforting people, because he just – didn’t do it. He hoped Yumi felt better even with his poor skills.
He and Yumi sat on the steps in silence until the sun started to rise.
“Look,” Jungkook pointed a sleepy Yumi to the horizon, where the massive red ball was starting to peek up past the buildings. The sky was turning yellow, the sun chasing away the dark blue of the night.
When the dark night passes, a bright morning will come.
It was Yumi’s lyric. It seemed fitting. Jungkook hoped the sunrise would chase away Yumi’s worries.
“Oh, wow,” Yumi whispered, eyes shining. “That’s – god, that’s beautiful.”
Jungkook checked his phone while Yumi watched the sunrise. He had a few texts from Namjoon and a text from Manager Sejin. Jungkook always felt better seeing his name instead of Manager Kanghoon’s.
He texted them that they were on their way, and turned back to Yumi, who was still watching the sky, leaning back on her arms.
It hit him so suddenly, Jungkook might have been knocked backwards with it’s force.
I love her.
He’d thought this so many times, but today, with Yumi’s face bathed in the orange glow of the sun and her small smile, Jungkook fell deeper in love.
Maybe Yumi was his sunrise, his bright morning after a dark night.
And what a beautiful morning it was.
i really struggled with jungkook's narration voice, because jungkook has a very pure and beautiful approach on things, and it's difficult to replicate that.
I hope you enjoyed. thanks for reading :)))
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kimnjss · a day ago
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deductive reasoning
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— he has no idea who you are… up front, you’re sweet and innocent - but in reality you’re the exact opposite. running your own nsfw account, where your favorite topic is his hands.
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tbtssstuff · a day ago
Operation: V.O.C || kth
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💋 Introduction
↣ Pairing: Virgin Nerd!Kim Taehyung x Popular!Reader
↣ Genre: Social media au
↣ Summary: You were never one to back down from a bet. When your friends found out Kim Taehyung was the only male virgin on campus, they dare you to try and sleep with him by the end of the school year. What you didn’t expect was to fall for the sweet dweeb.
An: I’m going to try to get back to posting.
-TJ/ TacoAdmin 🌮
Tag list: @babyboytae1 @3sriracha @daegubo1s @preciouschimine
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Reality (???)
Warnings : swearing
Synopsis : she ran away for a little while to find inspiration. she didn’t mean to fall in love, but she did. but she was hit with reality and left him behind. she returns to record her new album and show off her new relationship. but at her album release, she comes face to face with the man she left. will she leave reality behind, or will he stay in the past? most importantly, who is the man that stole her heart?
Word Count : 3192
The stylists were busying themselves, making sure my hair and makeup were perfect, and making sure my outfit would dazzle the crowds. I knew they could tell there was a far away look in my eyes; that I wasn’t all there. In front of the cameras, I would put on my prettiest smile, but behind closed doors, I just want to think of the love I left behind.
           The movement from the other side of the bed pulled me from my slumber and the memories hit me like a truck. I turned to take a look at the stranger in my bed and my heart felt whole when I saw he was already looking at me. He lifted his arm to brush some hair from my face. “Is it bad that I don’t want to leave?” He smiled and my heart fluttered.
           “If you don’t want to leave, then stay.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead as soon as I answered.
           I’m not sure what I was expecting when I ran away from everything, but I didn’t expect to fall in love. Especially so quickly. We met at a beach party, drunk and wanting to escape. Waking up beside him soon became the norm. When I returned back to reality and woke up to an empty bed, my heart that was once full of love, felt empty.
           “I know this is so soon, so quick, but wow I really think I’m falling in love with you.” He said softly as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, pressing a soft kiss to my neck. I giggled to myself, trying to focus on not burning breakfast.
           “Is it because I cook for you?” I joked, leaning into his embrace, and allowing myself to fall even more in love. I took the food off the stove before turning around in his embrace and wrapping my arms around his neck. “I love you.” I whispered before standing on my toes to press a soft kiss to his lips.
           “I love you too.” He whispered back before pressing another kiss to my lips.
           I took my place beside Hyun Woo, his arm wrapped firmly around my waist as we posed for pictures before heading inside the venue for my album release. Hyun Woo kept his arm wrapped around me as we walked around, greeting everyone who showed up to celebrate my comeback. “I’m going to grab a drink and find somewhere to sit. Find me later.” Hyun Woo whispered before kissing my cheek quickly and disappearing into a crowd of people.
           “Y/N!” I froze at the sound of his voice, not because of him, but because if he’s here, that means the man I left behind is as well. I put a smile on my face before turning to meet one of my closest friends, Kim Taehyung.
           “Taetae!” I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around him in a quick hug. “I’m so happy you’re here!” And I was. Taehyung has been my rock throughout the years. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have made in through my debut. The guilt set in as soon as the rest of the band caught up to Tae, and my eyes met his.
           “Of course I’d come! You literally disappeared for 3 months and then as soon as you come back I find out not only are you releasing an album, but you have a boyfriend!” I chuckled and nodded at his words. It would look like that to an outsider.
           “We thought you’d tell us if someone had caught your eye!” Jin joined in as he gave me a quick hug. “But seriously, congratulations! Now, where is he?”
           “He went to sit somewhere. Did you want to meet him?” I tried not to look into his eyes. I tried not to look at him in general, trying to pretend the last 3 months didn’t happen. And I could tell he would rather be anywhere but here.
           “Of course! Got to make sure he’s good enough for our princess!” Jimin exclaimed as he threw his arm across my shoulders.
           “Talking about me?” I turned, causing Jimin’s arm to fall, and smiled at Hyun Woo. “These the friends you told me about?” He said, wrapping his arm around me and introducing himself. Taehyung immediately jumped in, asking Hyun Woo a bunch of questions, which he answered with ease. He was an actor after all, this would be easier for him than it would be for me.
           “What are you writing?” He asked from the bed. I turned around in the chair, closing my music journal and smiling at the sight in front of me. His hair was a mess and the blanket sat around his waist as he sat up, revealing his well toned body.
           “Being here with you as given me inspiration.” I smiled before standing up from the desk and walking over to the bed, sitting next to him, and giving him a kiss.
           “You’re writing songs about me now?” He teased, wrapping his arms around me, and pulling me closer to him. “Can I see them?”
           “Of course.” I leaned in to give him another kiss. “At my album release.” I teased.
           “Oh you little!” He started tickling me. Before I knew it, I was on my back and he was on top of me, his hands on either side of my head. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to both my cheeks, my forehead, my nose, and then my lips. “I don’t want this to end.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing his face closer.
           “I don’t either.” My voice was soft as I spoke, not wanting to burst the bubble of love we’ve created.
           “Run away with me, Y/N.” He seemed so serious, his eyes darkening as he spoke.
           “I already have.” I smiled, kissing him again.
           The time had come to release my album. Hyun Woo sat with BTS at the table closest to the stage as I made my speech. “This album was the hardest as I had the biggest case of writers block. But during my break, I saw pretty views and met my inspiration.” I thanked my fans and my friends for sticking beside me, and my songs began playing on the speakers. I went to join Hyun Woo and BTS at the table, nervous to see their reactions.
           “These pretty views are nothing compared to you, my love.” He told me as he handed me a cup of coffee and taking his spot beside me, leaning against the banister of the balcony as we watched the sunrise.
           “Oh how you flatter me, my greatest love.” I answered, leaning closer to him and rest my head on his shoulder.
           I could see how his eyes widened and quickly met mine when the words he said to me that morning came through the speakers. I tried to calm my heart when I felt his gaze on me. “I need some air.” He said, standing abruptly from the table and excusing himself. Everyone else exchanged looks, wondering what was going on in his mind. I saw Jungkook stand to go after him, but I stopped him.
           “I’ll go see if he’s okay.” I kissed Hyun Woo’s cheek before following the great love of my life out the back door. “Hey, are you okay?” I asked when I caught up to him. He turned his head to look at me.
           “Go away, Y/N.” His words were harsh, but well deserved.
           “I’m not going anywhere until you talk to me.”
           “Oh, now you decide you want to stay? When I don’t want you to? Is that all I had to do? Push you away so you’d stay?”
           “Okay, so I deserve that. But now isn’t really the time to talk about this.” He pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against and threw his hands up in the air.
           “Of course it’s not. Because your boyfriend is in there, listening to songs you wrote when you were with me!” He stepped closer to me and my heart was threatening to beat out of my chest. “All I want to know is the reason I woke up alone with all your stuff gone.”
           “Because I came back to reality.” He begged me to continue with sadness in his eyes. “My relationship with Hyun Woo was already in the works before I left. That’s why I left. I had a whole other album done and ready to be released 4 months ago. But none of the words in those songs were my own. So I left. I met you and fell in love with you and the words fell onto the paper as if they were meant to be there. But my manager called, waking me up from this dream we had created. We’re top stars, we can’t just run away forever. This is how it was meant to be, and you know it.” He shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes.
           “I would have ran away from everything if it meant being with you.” He threw open the door and returned to the party, but I couldn’t find it in myself to follow him. I didn’t want to attend the party meant for me if he wasn’t by my side. What was the point of celebrating my album written out of love if the one all the songs were about wasn’t the one by my side?
           “Tae, can you cover for me? I just can’t be here anymore.” I whispered to my best friend when I finally returned to the table. He pulled me into his arms.
           “Of course. Tell me everything later.” I nodded and grabbed my purse, not explaining to the curious eyes why I was leaving. Hyun Woo tried to stop me, whispering something about how bad it would look to the press. But I just didn’t care anymore. I pushed him off of me and left before the tears fell.
           I spent the next couple weeks in the studio, trying to get the feelings out on paper, but none of the words seemed right. I thought back to the 3 months I spent with the love of my life, waking up beside him and spending days wrapped in each other’s arms. Until I woke up to a call from my manager, bringing me back to reality. My relationship with Lee Hyun Woo was released to the media, along with pictures we had taken before I ran away. I remember arguing with my manager, begging him to deny everything. But he said this is exactly what we needed for my comeback and I had signed a contract.
           I remember looking at the sleeping man in our shared bed with tears in my eyes. I wanted to stay, explain everything to him. But I couldn’t. So I wrote a note telling him goodbye and caught the next flight home where my manager immediately got me in the studio to record my new songs.
           I remember tearing up as I recorded the songs, reliving our love with my words. I remember Hyun Woo picking me up after work each night to take me home. I remember feeling absolutely nothing each time he would hold my hand, or wrap his arms around me, or when he would call me beautiful. I remember wishing Hyun Woo was the man I left behind.
           I threw myself into my work, barely making time to keep up appearances as Hyun Woo’s girlfriend. I had to smile and talk lovingly about Hyun Woo in the interviews my manager had scheduled, and for the first time in my career, I felt like an absolute fraud; a sell out.
           “I can’t do this anymore.” I told my manager. I knew he saw this coming. I wasn’t sleeping, I was barely eating, I had no new songs written. It’s been 2 months since my album release and there were talks about a tour. But I didn’t have the energy.
           “You realize you’d be breaking the contract if you end things with Hyun Woo now, right?” I nodded. “And you know what happens if you break this contract?” I nodded again, my loves words from my album release running through my head. I’d run away from everything if it meant being with you. If I could go back in time and stay by his side, forgetting about all of my obligations, I would. “Okay. We’ll start the process then. I wish you luck in your future.”
         It was everywhere within a week. My relationship with Lee Hyun Woo came to an end and so did my career. I hid away in my house, reading all the theories people had as to why I left my career behind. All I wanted to do was call him up, apologize for taking so long to realize that he’s all I want. But I knew he wouldn’t pick up, so I called my best friend instead, begging him to come over. He was over within the hour, holding me as I cried over my dead career and my dead love. “Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” He asked, rubbing my back as my sobs calmed.
           “It’s such a long story and someone else deserves to hear it first but he won’t talk to me.” I admitted to him, explaining my three-month love affair with his bandmate.
           “Wow.” Was all he could say, sitting back on the couch, processing everything I had just told him. “What if you put out a statement? Like your side of everything? It’s not like you’re under any contracts anymore.”
           “I’m sure he’s blocked all my social medias.”
           “But I haven’t. I could show him.” Taehyung left to return to practice soon after that, and I sat and thought through the plan he came up with. I thought of what I could say that wouldn’t throw anyone under the bus but would also bring him here so I could answer all of his questions.
           I typed out the words a million times, but nothing seemed right. After what seemed like hours, I finally posted my official statement and texted Taehyung that it was out there. I reread the words I had written and scrolled through the comments, seeing an immense amount of support.
           I would like to explain my recent resignation from BH. This is in no way to throw anyone under the bus or hurt anyone’s career. There is a person out there that deserves an explanation, and I hope he sees this.
         During my three-month disappearance, I found my inspiration in the form of a person. Someone I fell in love with faster than I thought possible. My newest album is about him and our short-lived relationship. This person is not Lee Hyun Woo, though he is an amazing guy.
         Lee Hyun Woo and I both signed a contract before I left on my vacation. I’m grateful to him for helping me with my comeback and sticking by my side, but I was no longer happy without my greatest love by my side. So I broke the contact, therefore ending my career at BH.
         To my greatest love, I know I have no right to love you, no right to miss you, because I was the one who walked away. But I do. Thank you for showing me true love.
         Signed – Y/N
           I tossed my phone beside me on the couch, bringing my knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms around them as I just hoped he would come over. At this point, I didn’t expect him to forgive me, I just wanted to explain.
           At some point, I had fallen asleep only to be woken up by loud banging on my front door. Without thinking, I ran to the door, my heart racing as I had my fingers crossed that it would be him. He stared at me when I threw the door open, his phone in his hand. “What does this mean?” I could tell he was trying not to break down in front of me. He was trying to be angry, but the crack in his voice gave him away. I looked away from his face to look at my statement open on his phone.
           “I told you I only left because I was hit with reality.” He finally walked into my house and began pacing the living room, his phone still in his hand. I closed the door and sat back down on the couch, waiting for him to calm down and take a seat so I could answer his questions.
           “What contract are you talking about?” He finally asked, taking a seat on the chair sat next to the couch and faced me.
           “A fake dating contract. It was a year long contract that stated if either of us breaks it, they would resign from their company.” I watched as he processed that information as he sat back and stared forward.
           “Why break it now instead of 2 months ago?”
           “I don’t have an answer for that. I guess I just came to the realization that I didn’t have the energy to act happy anymore.” The two of us sat in silence as my words settled between us. Neither of us knew what to say. I knew he wasn’t going to forgive me, but I felt grateful to see him sitting here in front of me, allowing me to explain myself. “Uhm, thanks for coming here and letting me answer your questions.” I finally spoke up, going to stand and make myself a cup of tea.
           “Do you still love me?” He wasn’t looking at me, but I stared directly at him. I could see the fear in his eyes, scared about what I would say. I stood in front of him, placing my hands on his cheeks and forcing him to look at me.
           “Yes. I love you, Kim Namjoon.” He wasted no time in closing the distance between us and pulling me in for a passionate kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he stood from his spot, placing his hands on my thighs before pulling away just long enough to tell me to jump.
           He was already awake and looking at me when I woke up the next morning, a lovesick smile on his face. I leaned up to give him a quick peck, bringing me back to the three months we spent living in a beach house in our own little love bubble. “What would you like for breakfast?” My voice was soft, not wanting to break the new love bubble we created like I did the last one.
           “You.” He answered before pulling me in for a deep kiss. I didn’t hesitate in kissing back, matching his passion and love. “I love you.” He whispered.
           “And I love you, Kim Namjoon.” He smiled as he kissed me again. And I knew we weren’t getting out of bed anytime soon. Though I had no complaints. Because as long as I had Namjoon, nothing else mattered.
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escapewithbts · 2 days ago
Recovery Confessions - Yoongi
Not edited, I’m sorry for mistakes!
You stumbled out of the elevator and into the hallway, almost falling over from all the stuff you were carrying. A duffel bag was slung across your shoulder, an iced americano and iced caramel latte in a cup holder in one hand, way too much take out food consisting of different kinds of noodles and gimbap in a large brown bag in the other... how you made it this far without a disaster was beyond you.
Finally you made it to the end of the hall and set the food down before knocking on the black wooden door in front of you. After a few seconds it cracked open and your friend's face appeared on the other side.
"Aiiiishhh (y/n), what are you doing here?" he complained, furrowing his eyebrows and rolling his eyes, "I told you I'm fine!"
You pushed open the door further despite his struggles to keep it shut and then had a plain view of the living room. Dishes were all over the coffee table, snack bags littered the floor, and clothes were scattered all about the couch and chairs.
"Hmm, yeah, I can see that." you answered sarcastically, giving him an I-told-you-so look.
He protested again as you entered his apartment and set your stuff down.
"Seriously, (y/n), I'm fine. I'll clean all this later, okay? I don't need you here."
"Look, Yoongs, that may be the case and that's fine. I'll leave if you want me to! But I did buy way too much take out, so you have to at least help me eat it."
He looked at you annoyingly.
Then you held up his cup of coffee and shook it gently.
"And look! I brought you an iced Americano!"
His face immediately perked up as he reached for the drink.
He then took a long sip before mumbling,
"Fine, I'll eat with you."
You smiled proudly.
"Ha ha, I knew the Americano would do the trick ."
He rolled his eyes again but smiled.
You cleared a space on the coffee table, setting the dirty dishes on the counter in the adjoining kitchen. You would get to those later. Then you picked up the clothes that laid about the couch and tossed them toward the bedroom, making a mental note to start a load of laundry after eating.
You spread out all the food and grabbed chopsticks for the two of you as Yoongi sat down gently on the couch.
"So how are you feeling?" you asked, handing him his chopsticks, "How's your shoulder?"
You glanced at the black sling that held his arm and shoulder in place as it rested above a black sack. You couldn't help but feel a little sad.
He grabbed some cold noodles and stuffed them in his mouth before answering.
"It's fine. I haven't really had to use much of the pain medication so far."
You reached for a piece of beef gimbap.
"That's great! The less the better." you replied.
"Yeah, it's just hard to sleep sometimes. I get pretty uncomfortable. And I'm just so fucking bored already."
You couldn't help but chuckle a little.
"You? Bored? No way!" you teased sarcastically.
He glared at you.
"I can make you leave now, you know."
You moved your hands holding the chopsticks back and forth in protest.
"No, no, I'm sorry, that's the only joke, I swear."
You held a hand to your heart in promise as Yoongi shook his head.
There was a pause.
"So what have you been doing then?" you asked curiously.
He pointed to the tv which had an NBA basketball game playing.
"Watching basketball?"
He nodded, picking up a dumpling.
"And watching YouTube videos. I can't use the keyboard on my computer so I can't make music. I obviously can't play the guitar. I can barely put on pants for god's sake."
"Well," you said in between bites, "I know you don't want my help, Yoongs, but I'm here. So maybe I could at least entertain you a little."
It was his turn to chuckle.
"So you're saying you think you're entertaining?"
You narrowed your eyes at him.
"Hey now! You've been friends with me all these years so I must at least bring something to the table!"
He gestured to all the take out in front of you two.
"Uh yeah, free food."
You huffed, half a dumpling sticking out of your mouth.
"If you hadn't just had surgery, I'd hit you right about now."
He laughed.
"Hmm so I guess this surgery was at least good for some thing."
You cocked your head and smiled at him sympathetically.
"Come on, it will be worth it, Yoongi, you know that. Think how much better you'll feel on the stage when you're healed."
He just hummed in disbelief and shoveled more food in his mouth before turning his attention back to the basketball game.
After a little while you both had stopped eating, too full to continue on.
"I really should take a shower." Yoongi stated, rising carefully from his position on the couch.
"Okay," you replied, watching him walk towards the bathroom down the hall, "Let me know if you need anything."
He sighed.
"I told you, I'm fine," you heard him mumble.
You rolled your eyes. He could be so damn stubborn sometimes.
You took this as your chance to clean up. The stubborn man was going to be gone for at least a little while.
You put the lids on all the containers of your leftovers and took them into the kitchen to place in the refrigerator for Yoongi later. Then you collected all the wrappers and old take out containers and threw them in the trash. You gathered all the dirty dishes and washed them, laying them out neatly to dry, keeping them on the counter so Yoongi didn't have to reach for anything. Finally, you bunched up all the clothes laying around and put them in the washer, dirty or not. Nothing felt better when you were home all day than wearing clean clothes.
Just as you pushed the start button on the washer you heard a voice from down the hall.
"(y/n)!" Yoongi yelled, "(y/n), are you still here?"
You walked to the bathroom door and stood outside.
"Yeah, I'm here, Yoongi. Is everything okay?"
You heard him sigh.
"I can't... I'm having trouble..." he let out a groan followed by a pause.
"Yoongi?" you called, knocking softly.
"I need your help.." he said so quietly you had to put your ear to the door to make sure you heard him correctly.
You hesitated.
"O-okay, can I come in?"
"Um, yeah," he responded, "but don't look, okay? I'm... not fully dressed."
Your face got red immediately. In all your years of friendship you hadn't even seen Yoongi with his shirt off. You knew it was something he wasn't very comfortable with. However, that's not to say you hadn't been curious...
"Alright, I won't look. I'm coming in."
You turned the knob and opened the door, a wave of hot steam exiting around you. You entered, shielding your eyes with your hand to not look at him.
"What do you need help with?" you asked, just seeing his feet on the black tiled floor.
He sighed again.
"I can't get my pants or shirt on. I-I got my underwear on, thank god, but I'm having trouble with everything else."
"Well... how have you been doing it by yourself before?" you couldn't help but wonder out loud.
"Not well by any means, but it really started hurting after my shower this time. I think I may have moved it too much in there. I'm worried about hurting it more."
You nodded in understanding.
"Okay, of course I'll help. But Yoongi, I think... I'll have to look at you. I can't help you dress just by looking at your feet."
You assumed he nodded as he responded with a quiet Okay.
You looked up at him finally, his face bright red and his milky white skin blotchy from the hot shower. He was just in a pair of black boxer briefs that hugged his narrow hips and skinny thighs. You couldn't help but take him in a little. His stomach was in no means muscular, but rather just slightly squishy. His arms and shoulders were nicely toned, though, probably from all the dancing he usually does on a daily basis. His skin looked so smooth and was so bright in this lighting that he looked almost angelic.
But what caught you most by surprise was the area on his shoulder where his surgery had been. There was a large, red, stitched up scar across the blade, and purple and blue bruising covering the entirety of his right shoulder, upper back and upper arm. You wanted to cry the moment you saw it. He must be in so much pain.
"Yoongi..." you whispered, reaching towards it but not touching it.
"Looks brutal, right?" he chuckled softly, “they said it would probably look like this.”
Your eyes began to well up with tears before you could stop them. He noticed right away.
"Aiiiish, (y/n), don't cry, come on!" Yoongi exclaimed, "I'm fine, just help me put on my clothes."
You nodded and wiped the tears from your eyes before grabbing the plaid drawstring pajama pants from the floor next to him. You let him steady himself on you as he stepped into them, and you pulled them up, stopping at his waist and gently tying the strings, your fingers grazing the soft skin of his lower stomach. You noticed goosebumps appear on his skin at your touch, but you didn't dare make eye contact with him at this moment. This small act of helping him get dressed was way more intimate feeling than anything had ever been with him.
You reached over where the matching button up shirt was hanging and held it behind him so he could snake his arms in the sleeves, maneuvering it in a way where he didn't have to move his right arm much at all. Then you returned to his front and buttoned each button before straightening out the collar. Finally your eyes met, but Yoongi quickly looked down to the floor.
"Thanks.." he mumbled.
You cleared your throat and backed away from him.
"No problem. I'll -uh, see you back out there."
Then you turned and walked out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.
You felt a little dizzy as you headed back into the living room; out of breath and flustered. Your muscles had been tense without you even realizing it. You plopped back down on the couch and shifted your attention to the basketball game that was still playing on the tv, hoping to drown out the feelings and questions of what just happened back there from your racing mind.
A few minutes later Yoongi appeared in the living room again. His black hair was damp from the shower, the blotchy red still evident on his pale face.
He sat down at the other end of the couch from you. Did he feel as weird about what just happened as you did?
"I decided to take a dose of the pain medicine," he stated, curling his legs underneath him, "I'm not sure what I did differently in there but it really started to hurt."
You frowned. He looked so delicate.
"I'm sorry, Yoongi."
He rolled his eyes.
"It's fine, whatever. Just really fucking annoying. I have to live like this for at least 3 more months? How am I supposed to do that?"
You shrugged and looked at him sympathetically.
"You'll be okay. You're strong, Yoongi. And you did the right thing. Plus, I'm sure after a little while they'll let you participate in at least some promotional stuff with the band so you won't be just sitting around here."
He looked down at his hands and chewed his fingernail in anxiousness.
"And in the meantime," you continued, "whether you like it or not, I've decided I'm going to be here to help you. Because that's what friends do."
You gave a triumphant nod and fully expected him to argue with you at your conclusion, but instead he said nothing. He just looked defeated and it broke your heart.
There was a pause as you looked back up at the tv screen, wondering what you could do to cheer him up.
"You want to watch something else? Maybe a movie?" you asked, reaching for the remote on the coffee table.
"Yeah, sure, whatever." he mumbled in response.
You scrolled through the movies he had available before stopping at one and looking at him.
"Ooh, 'The Dark Knight'! I know it's one of both of our favorites. You want to watch that?"
He just nodded, staring at the ground in silence.
You could tell he was deep in thought, probably worried about his shoulder and his career. You suddenly felt selfish for wondering earlier if he had felt anything back when you helped him in the bathroom. That was probably the farthest thing from his mind at the moment. He had never focused on any of those kinds of feelings before, so why on earth would he now? You pushed the thoughts out of your mind and replaced them with ones that were important in the present.
"Do you need anything? Maybe a drink or a pillow from your bedroom?" you questioned.
He looked up at you finally as the movie began to play.
"Umm, maybe a pillow would be nice..."
You nodded and got up, walking into his room and coming back out, a comfy pillow in hand.
"Here you go."
He shifted his body down a little and laid on his back as you placed the pillow under his neck and head, his slinged arm laying at his side.
"I feel really drained..." he said softly, his eyes fluttering shut.
"Yeah, I imagine the medicine is already kicking in, and your body is tired from all the healing it's trying to do."
He just grumbled a response and let out a soft sigh.
You made yourself comfortable then turned back to the tv to let him fall asleep peacefully.
"If I fall asleep," Yoongi suddenly whispered, sounding half asleep already, "please don't leave me, (y/n)."
You smiled at him gently even though you knew he couldn't see. Things like this rarely came out of Yoongi's mouth but it always made you feel warm and fuzzy when they did.
"I'll be here, Yoongs. I promise."
About halfway through the movie you looked over at Yoongi sleeping soundly. His thin lips were partly opened, small snores emitting from his nose, some of his bangs falling in his eyes. You resisted the urge to move them away. Instead, you grabbed a blanket that was laying on the chair next to you and got up to spread it across his still body. He stirred slightly but instantly started snoring again. You couldn't help but smile.
You decided to go back into the kitchen to finish tidying up while he slept. But as soon as you stepped away from the couch where he lay, you felt a hand wrap gently around your wrist. It startled you and you looked back at Yoongi.
"Mmmmmnnooo..." he groaned softly, eyes still shut, "(y/n)..."
"It's okay, Yoongs, I'm still here. I'm just going into the kitchen. Go back to sleep."
You tried to release your hand from his grasp but he continued to hold on tightly.
"Nooo, (y/n), wait," he mumbled, still not looking at you.
You chuckled softly.
"What is it, Yoongi? Do you need something?"
"I're so... such a good friend, (y/n)." he said, "I-I'm sorry I don't tell you enough. I'm not... good at that."
You smiled.
"It's okay, I understand. I just want to be there for you because, well, I know you would do the same in a heartbeat."
You weren't sure if he was even conscious enough to actually be comprehending what you were saying, or even what he was saying for that matter, but it felt nice to have this conversation.
There was a pause as you realized he was moving his hand down further, suddenly holding your hand in his. Your heart skipped a beat. Should you pull away?
"Yoongi, I-"
He interrupted before you could finish
"Do you ever think we could be more than friends?"
Your felt your heart stop. You looked at him, his eyes were still closed, he looked like he could fall back asleep at any moment.
"What?" you managed to whisper out.
"You're just so... caring and funny, and you're not afraid to challenge me and tease me and I like that. I just..I like you, (y/n)."
You swallowed, your heart racing, you breathing getting heavier. This didn't sound like Yoongi. This was drugged up, exhausted Yoongi. He didn't know what he was saying. He was imagining things. He didn't mean any of this.
But why did that make you feel so sad?
"Yoongi... you're-you're on drugs," you stuttered, finally pulling your hand away from his, "Your mind is a little loopy right now. I don't think you know what you're saying..."
"No, (y/n), fuck I know what I'm saying, okay? I-I do know what I'm saying. Do you?"
You ran a hand through your hair, unsure of what to say or do next. You weren't sure if he was serious. If he could barely open his eyes, how could he make such abrupt confessions?
"Well... maybe you should get more sleep. You seem out of it. Can we... talk about this later?"
He sighed and opened his tired and puffy eyes to look at you. He looked so small and so fragile in this state.
"You're rejecting me," he stated flatly, attempting to sit up more to show he was awake, "Shit... I shouldn't have said anything..."
You shook your head immediately and sat down in the small space next to him.
"No, no I'm not rejecting you," you reassured him, but you were still weary, "I just," you looked down at your fingers, "I just don't know how serious you are right now. You took some strong pain meds, and you're tired from your surgery... I don't want you saying things you... might regret later."
His free hand suddenly reached up to your face to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and you leaned into his touch. He gave you a lazy smile.
"I would never regret saying those things to you. I mean all of it, (y/n), drugged up or not. How can I prove it to you?"
You bit your lip and shrugged in response, looking into his dark brown eyes. You noticed them glance down at your lips, then back at your eyes as his hand moved to the back of your head.
"Come here," he whispered softly, gently pulling your face closer towards his until your lips were just centimeters apart. He closed the gap between them in a tender kiss. You kissed him back, relishing the feeling of his soft lips on yours, something you had only ever imagined before.
Once you broke away he smiled, rubbing his thumb on your cheek.
"Does that help?" he asked.
You chuckled and fiddled with the collar of his shirt.
"You know, you should be soft Yoongi more often," you joked, grinning up at him, "I kind of like it."
He rolled his eyes and smiled wider, poking your chest gently with his finger.
"Hey, don't get used to it."
You laughed.
"Come on, I won't. I know you better than that."
He smirked at you and pulled you to him again as you shared another wonderful kiss.
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— he has no idea who you are… up front, you’re sweet and innocent - but in reality you’re the exact opposite. running your own nsfw account, where your favorite topic is his hands.
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