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bts-0t-7 · 5 months

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So What? | MYG | Chapter 2

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive.

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

WC: 2.1K

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @rkivemaar

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Three days passed with the same and the schedule between the both of you remains the same. The black cat - you should really start to come out with a name for it - will only come out from the sofa when you feed it, never allowing you to pet it and only starting to eat when you turn away. But you started to get worried. Its fur was matted in blood and you were afraid that it had sustained severe injuries. You wanted to give it a bath to see how bad the injuries were but it was extremely on edge.

You sighed. Your work shift starts in over an hour and you still need to travel down. You left your room and prepared a big bowl of food and water, placing it at the edge of the sofa.

“I’m going to go work now, kitty. Don’t eat everything for lunch. Keep some for dinner. I’ll be back before midnight.” You waited to see or hear any response from it but, nothing. You didn’t know what to expect - honestly.

Your keys clanged against each other as you opened the gate and wore your shoes. “Bye, kitty!” You called out one last time as you hastily locked the gates.

08 33.

You were going to be so, so late. “Damn it.” You looked at your watch. “Never mind.”

You were going to be late, might as well be late. Right? You ran down the block and unlocked your car. Normally your car sits in the parking lot as you prefer the public transport. However, you can’t afford to be late today. There were important events held today and you need to supply them with the necessities before and during the events.

You drove as fast as the speed limit allows and managed to reach the shop just in time - spare a minute.

“Y/N! Good, you’re here.” Your boss exclaimed. “You put everything down first and help pack the cart.”

“With the boxes?” You pointed to the cardboard boxes that were strewn across the floor. He nodded. “Which ones?” You started opening every box to peek inside. “And this cart is for which event?”

Your boss helped you carry the correct boxes to wrap, saying, “This one is for the company event. I think it’s called Furman or something.”

You nodded. “I have no idea what that is.” The both of you burst out laughing. “Normal, eh?”

The both of you worked together in sync and the things were wrapped, packed, and ready to go.

“What time does the driver come?” You asked as you sat down on the nearest chair. It was only 10 00 and you were already tired.

Your boss looked up from his phone and said, “In five minutes. Peng just texted and said he will be reaching soon.” You nodded, getting up from the seats.

The whole day went by as usual - aching arms, spilling coffee and milk, carrying boxes, serving nasty customers, the list goes on. But today, you were more than happy to go home for a whole new reason. You packed up faster than usual and cleaned up like a speeding train, all to go home earlier to see your cat.

Well, he wasn’t exactly your cat to say.

What the hell do I call him?

Bringing your bag out of the storage room, you turned to ask your boss, “What is a nice name for a male cat but not generic?”

“That’s a rather random question?” He looked up from behind the cashier.

“Come on, please? I wanna go home already.” You whined. “I just need some ideas.”

He scratched his chin. “Did you get a cat?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm… Maybe Cookies? Or you can try… What is its fur colour?”

“Erm, black?” Your reply was as if it was a question.

“Blackie? Stormy? Burnt?” He shrugged.

“Hmm, alright thanks.” You scurried out of the shop. “Gotta go, bye!”

You ran for the car park at the back of the building where the store was located and quickly got in. Turning on the engine, you thanked the gods that the roads were fairly empty today, allowing you to reach home earlier than usual. You parked in the multi-story car park where it is sheltered and decided to head over to the nearest supermarket to get some food.

You headed over to the cat food section, picking out a bag of new kibbles and can food. Then, you gravitated over to the vegetables and meat, chicken, and beef. Maybe some seasoning and a tad bit too many crackers.

You paid for the groceries and headed up to your block, struggling to grab your keys as you reached your level. You opened your door and ran to the kitchen, putting everything down before rushing back to close the gates. You turned on the lights and started to pack everything into their respective places on the shelves.

Heading over to the bowls that you have left out for kitty, you spotted that there were only a few kibbles he didn’t finish. You tossed those out and gave them a good wash, placing them on the rack to dry overnight.

You turned off the lights and cautiously headed to your room, hoping that all the noise you made had not yet woken the sleeping cat under your sofa. But when you stepped into your room, oh, you were so wrong.

Kitty was indeed asleep but not under the sofa. It hissed at the sudden attack of light that you switched on, scurrying to your pillow’s snout first.

“Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t know you were there. I thought you were sleeping under the sofa.” You dimmed the lights and headed to the closet, walking over to your bathroom from the connection point there.

Yoongi could hear the water running down the shower room from where he was laying on your bed. He was just about to fall back asleep when you picked him up, making him hiss at the sudden contact. Trying to pry your hands away by lightly scratching you didn’t seem to phase you at all.

Where are you taking me? PUT ME DOWN! I SAID, PUT ME D -

“If you want to sleep in my bed, you are going to take a bath first.” You announced, bringing him to the bathtub which you have already filled up with water.

NO, NO, NO. I DON’T WANT TO BATHE! I WANT TO SLEEP!

You slowly placed him down into the water and he hissed, not wanting to be washed. He sloshed around in the water, attempting to get out but your grip on him was too tight.

“Come on, kitty. I’ll leave you alone later if you are willing to let me bathe you now.”

Fine.

So Yoongi floated there, let you wash him up, blow dry his fur, coo over how soft his fur now is, and check his injuries. When he had gotten enough attention, he jumped off the countertop of the basin and trotted back to the pillows with a meow. Letting you close enough was already pushing his instincts, he wanted to rest now and that was exactly what he was going to do.

Yoongi heard you sigh from the washroom and started to clean things up. He didn’t last too long with the warm pillows and your scent, lulling him into the darkness.

A few more weeks went by and the schedule essentially stayed the same. Nothing really changed.

Nothing really changed.

Food schedules may not have changed but your cat sure did. Kitty, you decided to call it, started to be more comfortable with you after that day you bathed him. His injuries didn’t seem too bad, just a few scratches here and there but have mostly healed over the past few days. You realised that it was indeed a he and that his fur - oh, it was the softest thing you have ever touched. It was even nicer than the fluffy rugs you have lying on the floor of your house.

Sometimes, you even wake up with him snuggled in between your arms.

What a character this cat has.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly until a few days ago when you realised that your cat wasn’t eating as much as he used to. He ran fevers, occasionally spasming, and always whined for your attention every time you were near. Hell, you think that he probably vomited while you weren’t around too! You decided to take a leave today to see exactly what was wrong with your cat.

So the moment that you woke up, you prepared to leave for the veterinarian. Your cat, however, did not seem at all fond of the idea. It mewled and clung onto your sofa when you tried to bring it out of the house.

“Come on!” You struggled. “Come on, kitty, seriously! You have been sick for god knows how long and I’m not going to let you keep going like that!” You huffed. “Come…On! Let’s go already. The faster you finish, the faster we can come home.”

When you finally managed to get him out of the door, he meowed the whole way to the vet, almost ripping apart the towel that you had wrapped him in. You heaved a sigh of relief when you reached and got him into the clinic, heading right to the registration counter.

“Hello, what are you here for?”

“Erm, my cat has been having fevers and spasming recently. I would like to have him checked out.” You said, eyes darting around the place, seeing many different animals and feeling real… Out of place. You only fed the stray cats downstairs your blocks but never really had a pet by yourself.

“Have you seen any doctors or come before?”

You shook your head. “No, we haven’t.”

The receptionist nodded. “How long has this been going on?”

You tried to think back to the earlier times when you started to suspect that your cat was sick. “Erm, about a few - maybe around four - days ago?”

“Alright.” The receptionist typed something into her computer and took out a ticket. “You can head over to the seat and wait for your queue number. It will show up on the screen when it is being called.”

You thanked her and went to take a seat.

A3009, You read on the ticket.

“That’s still a long way from ours, kitty. It’s only A286 right now. Hang in there.” You told him as he started to gag after a while. You ran your hands down his back in an attempt to calm him down.

He started to shift around in your hold and you started to panic. “Erm,” You looked up, trying to ask for help just as he puked, vomit splattering off the floor and onto your shoes. People jumped back and pets got startled. The receptionists and nurses came out, trying to diffuse the commotion and clean the mess.

You stood there trying to calm your cat down to no avail. “Gods, I’m so sorry -”

“It’s fine.” A nurse said. “I think this is more serious than you may have thought. Go to room five and knock. The doctor there will let you in. The receptionist has already informed her that you would be going first.”

You nodded and rushed to the room on as steady feet as possible, hoping that your quick movements would not trigger him again.

ROOM 5: DR. PARK JI-HYUN

You knocked and went in, hastily greeting the doctor before explaining what was going on. “I really have no idea and I didn’t know how bad it was. I thought it would have gone away after a while.”

Dr Park conducted some tests and checked his lungs. As the results came back, the frown on his doctor’s brows was not making him feel any better. All the sources online stated that stray cats have a much stronger immune system to counter diseases than domestic cats do, so you decided to try for a few days.

“I think it isn’t quite the problem of what your cat has eaten or what disease it has contracted.” Dr Park said. She scribbled something on the papers and moved to the screens, calling somebody to arrange for some sort of transportation.

When she came back, she looked you dead in the eyes and frowned. Sighing, she said, “Goodness, how do I phrase this?” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Your cat isn’t a cat. It is a hybrid.”

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coffeedepressionsoup · 4 months

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Somebody Does Love | MYG - They Meet Again pt. 2

Pairing - Yoongi x F!reader

Summary - "What is grief, if not love persevering?" Two people are in love but that is not enough because sometimes loving requires courage. This is the one where fate plays games and Sammy plays Cupid. Part 3.5 of Somebody Does Love.

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Genre - fluff, strangers to lovers, eventual smut and angst

Word count - 1.4k+

Warnings - lil swearing

Ratings - 13+

Taglist: @majiiisstuff @starlighttaek8 @yoongrace @proudnoona

A/N - Hello lovelies. Been in a writing slump. This is short-ish. Apologies if it's not too good. I had to get it out of my system to jumpstart my neurons. Not proofread.

“No, but if you resell it, you’ll get a good price,” Jaehyeong exclaimed.

“Are you sure it’s not a dupe?” you asked, chugging the last bit of drink in your glass.

Hoseok shook his head vehemently across the table and reached out to grab the lapel of the jacket in question, the one Dojoon was wearing now. He turned it inside out to show the lining where there was a textured material. “You can fake it down to the buttons, but not this.”

The jacket had gone around the room and everyone was fascinated by your kind knight-in-fancy-designer-jacket kitten rescue story.

They were equally amused by you being stood up by said knight. All of them had their theories - Jaehyeong claimed that the stranger was too rich to remember about the jacket, which Hajoon agreed with. Therefore, selling it on a second-hand fashion website was fair.

Dojoon claimed that the knight in question did not bother going back for the jacket because it probably was a gift or reminded him of a former lover and instead considered the opportunity of the jacket being used as a temporary kitten carrier by a stranger as good riddance. Yijeong agreed with him. Yijeong was Dojoon’s twin from another mother. They have been friends for a long time. They often agreed about a lot of things.

Sammy and Hoseok, however, blasted this guy-they-did-not-know the moment you told them that you waited almost 2 hours at the cafe, convincing yourself every 15 minutes to wait for another 15, on the off chance that he was stuck in traffic or whatever. Eventually, you thought a third cup of coffee would be a bit much that late in the evening and you also did not want to fill yourself up with bagels since you already had dinner plans.

Sammy called him several colourful alternatives of “jerk” every time the stranger was brought up. Hoseok passed you the chicken bucket and said, “It’s behaviour like this that shows, you can’t buy character.”

The only one who was quiet on the issue - who just nodded curtly to every opinion on the table - the one who downed seven of his nine big pegs till now in a single swig, was Yoongi. His silence on the issue was seen by his friends as a) him being shy in front of the new person joining them that evening, b) him not giving a fuck about the matter.

His silence and aversion of gaze every time it met yours was, however, read by you as disinterested, bordering on dismissive. Before you were a couple of drinks in, looking at Yoongi and trying to interact with him gave you weird little knots in your stomach.

It wasn’t you feeling intimidation or being starstruck. Age and years of being friends with Sammy had made you immune to celebrity vanity. Of course, you knew who Min Yoongi was. You loved his music and have been the longest fan of his group. When Sammy initially told you about the plan for the night, you had screeched hard enough to spook Woolfie out of his nap.

[His idea was to introduce you to some of his friends in Seoul to help you find your circle here, in case you connected with some of them. Not that he patronised your socialising skills but he knew that more often than not you had a habit of pulling yourself into a shell of seclusion, much to your detriment. Back in your hometown, you had other friends to pull you out of the occasional slump. In a new city though, you could see how easy it would be to melt into the background and continue having cup noodle meals in a nook of your apartment.]

But it wasn’t that.

You felt Yoongi’s gaze upon you sparingly enough throughout the evening to not be spooked but enough to know that he was avoiding direct conversation with you on purpose. So after your eighth drink of the night, when you and Yoongi were the only ones awake at the table, you decided to grab the bull by its horn.

Hoseok and Hajoon had moved to the kitchen to attempt to dig ice cream out of the freezer to satiate their craving for ice cream soda, and Sammy was passed out peacefully on the floor, with the fancy designer jacket acting as a cover. The rest of the party had left.

You sat up straight, well, as straight as you could sit without tipping over and rocked your body back and forth, ever so slightly. You crossed your arms over your chest and cleared your throat. Yoongi, pretending to be engrossed in his phone, looked at you from the corner of his eye, still making sure his back was slumped against the big sofa in the living room, urging every functioning neuron in his body to help him feign relaxation.

“Is there something about me you dislike?” you asked. You saw the finger scrolling on his phone pause.

Yoongi did not move for a couple of seconds. He hoped that he could pretend to not hear. But his jerk score had been through the roof this evening and he did not intend to take it any higher. He looked towards you and you drew in a breath, waiting for him to respond. He folded his outstretched legs to bring his knees up to his chest as he hung his arms over them, one of the hands still holding his phone. He said, in a voice deeper than you anticipated, “No, I don’t dislike anything about you.”

“Is it my presence itself that puts you off then?”

“No.”

“Then why have you been-”

“Avoiding talking to you?”

“Yeah?”

“You remind me of someone.”

“Oh!” your firm tone from earlier softening significantly. Yoongi could see confusion in your eyes as you struggled for an apt response to that. You had probably anticipated some amount of hostility but you “reminding” Min Yoongi of someone was not on your bingo card of the evening.

Was it a friend? A lover? A colleague? A no-one?

Before you could ask anything further, a very drunk Hajoon planted himself next to you. Hoseok followed him and handed you a beer glass full of ice cream soda. He also helped steer the conversation towards your move to Seoul, asking you more about your position at SNU and how you were friends with Sammy. Hajoon occasionally filled in on details that he was aware of including anecdotes from the few times you have met the band on tour when visiting Sammy.

This time though, drunk as you all were, the dynamic in the room changed. Yoongi was actively involved in this conversation. Listening, reacting, asking. This time around, he held your gaze, albeit fleetingly. The knots in your stomach shifted form. This time, it was less uncomfortable. During your recollection of drunk Sammy stories, you may have also heard Yoongi chuckle wholeheartedly at the story of how the two of you had once managed to nick a stranger’s toupe.

The throaty sound of his unadulterated amusement reverberated in your chest. But you tried to gather your thoughts so that you wouldn’t be caught swooning at a rapper that millions of people around the world wanted to marry.

Yoongi, on the other hand, could not look away from you. Did not want to either. Your confrontation with him earlier that hour had pulled him out of his head, his feelings of guilt and embarrassment from earlier that evening taking a back seat.

In its place, he felt the same warmth he felt when he saw you comforting the kitten. The disappointment he felt when he thought he had blown his only ever chance of seeing you again faded away. He felt relieved. Hella guilty, but also relieved. He could hope to see you again. He could hope to hear your voice again. He could hope for an opportunity to share a comfortable silence with you someday or a coffee.

#min yoongi #bts x reader #yoongi #bts suga #suga #bts x y/n #bts fic #yoongi fic #bts #bts scenarios

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still-with-koo · 1 year

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Just Neighbours | MYG | KSJ

Series: Chapter One

summary: You move to a new city hoping to leave behind all the fragmented memories of your past. But the universe has other plans for you. Instead of helping you move on from the one person that haunts you still, the universe brings him straight to you. Is it a cruel joke, or is fate taking its final aim?

pairing: yoongi x reader; seokjin x reader; maybe some jimin x reader

wc: 2,211

genre/warnings/rating: 15+; slow burn; angst; fluff; exes to something… maybe friends, maybe lovers; some idiots to lovers; some enemies to friends to lovers; there’s pining, more so in future chapters; some pov switches; mentions of emotional abuse; mentions of infidelity; mentions of stringing someone along; some (poor) attempts at humour; oc gets embarrassed a lot; oc can be a bit insensitive; a few swear words; some self esteem issues come up down the line; kissing; sexual innuendos; suggestive themes; there may be explicit sexual content in future chapters. the characters in this story are my own and do not reflect on the members of bts or anyone else. this is all made up and just for fun, please don’t take it too seriously!

playlist: song request by lee sora feat. suga; fairytale by seori; independence by blue.d

a/n: this was my first attempt at a slow burn angst-heavy series. it’ll take a few (hopefully) unexpected turns with a few broken hearts, angry words, and some cozy loving strewn throughout the series

ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4

The sunlight feels comforting against the bare skin peeking out beneath your overalls. You take in a deep breath, adjusting the box of plants and books hinging against your hip. These are the final remnants of your old life. Things that bring about a comforting nostalgia that can evolve with you.

You look both ways before crossing the street, leaving behind the bus stop that connects your past life with your new one. Your new life begins at this moment and you are ready.

Sure, you’re nervous about leaving your family and friends behind in a town that served you well. But you need a fresh start. You need to take your mind off the painful memories that had plagued your empty thoughts these last few years.

Past a sweet old couple guiding each other down the street, you spot Hinton Towers. Beautiful and majestic against the skyline littered with soft cotton clouds and a deep blue tinted sky. To the untrained eye, it looks like any other high rise home to countless others living in this beautiful city. But there is one very distinct difference. It’s yours.

You push open the glass doors with some effort, smiling brightly at the pretty girl in a muted pantsuit passing you through the doors.

The reception area is right next to the entrance. A slightly harried, hunched over woman is typing away at her keyboard, seemingly ambivalent to the bustle of people crowding the lobby area.

You take in the whole view. It’s beautiful. Well lit with the help of ceiling length windows and bright lights adorning the eggshell speckled walls. Marble tiles extend across the large expanse of the floors and lead right up to two giant columns standing guard on either side of the double elevators.

Your eye catches on the couches. The well kept interior contrasts rather unexpectedly with the unusual couches lining the lobby, an ugly chartreuse colour that seems out of place in the otherwise beautiful space.

You walk past the ugly couches and sturdy wooden tables to the bespectacled receptionist, a bright “good morning” your attempt at a good first impression.

She lifts her head towards you, her brows furrowing as she takes in your smiling face. Her response to you sounds more like a question than a greeting.

“Hello?”

“I’m Y/N L/N. I was told they’ve put me in 1905?”

The receptionist returns to her monitor and types away for a few moments before letting out a “hmm, ah yes, I see.”

She pushes her half-rimmed spectacles back up her nose, a forced smile now straining her features.

“Yes, your room been changed to accommodate another resident. I’ll retrieve your new set of keys. Drop your old ones in that slot.”

She gestures vaguely down the counter and you follow her gaze to a small receptacle. You struggle with the box still hanging off your hip but manage to remove the first set from your pocket.

When you return she is still rummaging inside the counter to find your keys.

As you wait, you ask her what you think is a pretty logical question.

“What about the stuff I had already moved in?”

She doesn’t even spare you a glance as she answers, as if the answer should be obvious to you.

“They’ve been removed and relocated to your new room,” she stops her movements to look up at you with a click her tongue, “room 1905.”

You watch her with mild interest as she returns to rummaging through the drawer when you hear it.

A soft chuckle. The one that sends bolts of electricity down your spine. The vibrations from the sound still your movements and heighten your senses. Your mind floods with every moment that preceded this one containing that same soft chuckle. The bright twinkling eyes, the gummy smile, the rumble of his chest against your back, the way his calloused hands would always find a way to wrap around yours.

It can’t be.

You slowly turn towards the sound and take in the crowd of faces, each one both familiar and strange at the same time. But none of them bring on the pang you know his face would bring.

You shake your head sadly, realizing the ghost of him haunts you still, reminding you that you’re still not over him.

Then you feel it. Your heart registers his face before you do. And you see him.

Emerging from behind the obelisk column is the soft angelic face of the man you never thought you would see again. Min Yoongi. His hair is much darker now, but there is no mistaking him.

You have only a split second to decide your next move before his eyes land on you.

“Miss L/N, here are your—”

Your fight or flight response kicks in and before you realize, you’re diving behind the ugly couch, nearly scattering the contents of your box. But you hold on, setting the box down carefully and leaning back against your hands.

As you catch your breath you assure yourself he didn’t see you. That’s a relief at least.

It’s been such a long time since you last saw him. The last thing you want to do right now is have an awkward reunion. And what would you say to him? What could you say?

“Miss L/N. What are you doing down there?”

You look up towards her voice, noticing the receptionist is now on her feet and straining over the countertop.

You mouth an “I’m sorry” before pressing an index finger to your lips, your eyes desperately pleading with her not to give you away.

The receptionist on the other hand doesn’t seem to understand nor care about your predicament. Ignoring your plea, she holds out your keys, a stern, annoyed look etched across her rather severe features.

“Miss, please take your keys.”

You once again mouth words to her, asking her to wait “just one second.”

She stares back in amazement, clearly not able to put two and two together. Was it not obvious that you were hiding?

You can’t help but sigh at this unusual turn of events. This was not the first impression you were hoping to make at your new apartment. But at this point, you’re too far gone. It’s too late to pull out now.

You take in a few deep breaths and get on your knees to covertly peer over the edge of the couch.

He’s gone.

Relieved, you gather your box and rise to your feet when you catch a dark figure cross the floor towards the counter.

You freeze.

It’s Yoongi.

“Hi Muriel. I was wondering if my package came in yet? They said it would be any day now.”

The receptionist’s attention shifts to the man standing in front of her. And so does yours.

You bite your lip.

He’s a little buffer than you remember, his broad back and shoulders filling out his grey t-shirt much more than they used to.

Shit. You shouldn’t be thinking about that.

Ok, focus Y/N.

Did he see you?

Unlikely.

You notice the receptionist’s hand is still extended towards you, keys perched precariously between her fingertips.

Well… they are your keys.

Without a second thought, you step towards the counter and snatch your keys. The receptionist gasps at your touch, startled by your boldness once again. Of course.

But you also startle Yoongi.

Anxious to grab your keys, you’re careless in your movements and accidentally brush against Yoongi as you reach for them. You sense his face turn towards you at the touch.

For a split second, it feels like time stands still. His woodsy scent wafts to your nostrils and a memory settles into your vision, the morning he thanked you for buying him this cologne, his strong arms wrapping around your body, his lips on your neck. You hear your heart thud against your chest, confusing emotions swirling in your head.

But you don’t linger, whispering a quick “sorry” before turning away, foot steps quick and determined.

You keep your eyes trained on the elevators in your sight. Just a few metres before you’re clear—

“Y/N?”

The sound of Yoongi’s voice stops you dead in your tracks. You shift the box a little in your arms as you contemplate your options.

None.

Alright, you knew this day would come. No big deal. Just turn around and say hello. Hello Yoongi. Just like that. It’ll be fine.

As you slowly turn around, you hear a melodic voice ring out, the sound drawing the attention of everyone in her immediate vicinity.

“Yoongs, what is taking you so long? I can’t keep the car idling.”

You catch sight of the pretty girl from before, the one in the muted pantsuit. Her hands are now clinging onto his arm, attempting to drag him away.

But hold on. That’s not Miranda… is it?

Memories upon memories sift through your mind but it seems the intervening years have functioned as a sieve, leaving only Yoongi to remain. You can’t seem to place her face anymore. Nor her voice, even if her last words to you are burned into your brain.

“He was always mine, Y/N. You were just a fun little distraction.”

Yoongi pulls away a bit from the girl, his words soft but a little rushed.

“It won’t be long, I just wanted to—”

Yoongi turns back towards you, his eyes searching for yours, trying to confirm his suspicion. It’s you. He’s sure of it. It has to be you.

But you’re gone.

You’re now jabbing the close button on the elevator panel like your life depends on it. As the doors close you glance through the slit and see Yoongi looking at the spot where you had been standing — the ghost of you.

You then see his gaze shift towards the elevators. Towards you.

Right before the doors close you swear you make eye contact.

But it doesn’t matter.

You had promised yourself you would do everything you could to forget him. The years in between have not been easy but you’ve done well for yourself. You’re no longer a broken shell. Maybe you’re still working on wiping away the graffiti of his name on your heart, but you will never stop trying to move on. And you will move out from the building if you have to. A promise is a promise.

Yoongi is left staring at the elevator doors close as the girl watches him curiously.

Her eyes follow Yoongi’s gaze and it dawns on her that she must have interrupted something.

“Who was that, Yoongi?”

Yoongi doesn’t answer her though.

Instead he just puts his hands in his pockets, eyes still glued to partition between the elevator doors.

After a moment, he faces the girl again, a ghost of a smile tracing over his lips.

“Ready to go, Rosie?”

Later that night, you lie awake in your new bed, an ache in your chest as thoughts float through the endless sky of your mind, unsure if you miss your old bed… or something else.

At least you don’t have to worry about moving. Your best friend calmed you down after your run-in with Yoongi, convincing you to stay.

“I’ve been living at my building for years and I don’t think I’ve ever seen more than a handful of my neighbours. Moving is too drastic, Y/N.”

“I know, Jimin. It’s just… I don’t know if I can handle seeing him again.”

“Come on, what are the chances of running into him again?”

“About the same as they were today.”

“Fair. But what are the chances of running into him a second time?”

It’s immaterial either way. This is your home just as much as it is his. You don’t have to rearrange your entire life because of him. You just have to stay away from him. That shouldn’t be too hard, right?

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daechwitatamic · 1 year

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Hi there!

HUGE HUGE fan of "What Was Hidden." I've been desperately trying to find another fic that's gives me the same level as feels as that fic. Do u have any personal recommendations? It could be about any member honestly. Tysm

hi!!!! thanks so much - it's no secret around here that WWH is my favorite child :')

Okay there are a lot of authors on here I love a lot and I want to mention them all but for my sanity I'll limit it by not including any one-shots or drabbles - if we're talking feelings in a longer series from authors that are still actively writing, I'd have to say:

Mixtape by @sailoryooons {MYG x reader; complete}

Look Down on Me Like That by @here2bbtstrash {MYG x reader; in prog, one chapter remaining}

Our Beloved Summer by @jeonqkooks {JJK x reader; in prog}

Colour Me In by @taegularities {JJK x reader in prog}

some other authors to check out: @yoongiphoria @kookstempo @casuallyimagining @magicshopaholic @oddinary4bts @yoongimingyu @nabiolive @gimmethatagustd @here4btsfics and @kth1fics

but i also have a fic rec account - @daechwitatamicrecs! feel free to watch me shout there!

#answered #anon #i am literally anxious that i missed someone when i scanned my following list for writers i know ive read their stuff and liked it #if i missed you i am SORRY pls pls forgive me my brain is jello these days and i am doing my BEST #i am sure i will hit post and think of four more people UGH

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hobivore · 2 months

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BTS | Masterlist

Key: s (smut) f (fluff) a (angst) c (crack)

Minors DNI My content is not fit for minors and I am not comfortable interacting with anyone under the age of 18. Please respect my choice in this and do not follow me or interact with me/my writing if you’re a minor. Thank you!

All stories and characters are fictional and for entertainment purposes only.

I crosspost to AO3, come find me there 💖

Kim Seokjin

FNISS 1.3k (s, c)

You and Jin go to IKEA. Chaos ensues.

Min Yoongi

What the water gave us (f, a, s) (series)

What was supposed to be a quiet Tuesday night in the middle of a hectic week is ruined by the sudden arrival of a strange man. The worst part? He doesn’t want to leave your bathtub.

Drabbles

Were you just masturbating? (ft. JJK) (s)

Jung Hoseok

All the things I hate about you 1.6k | (s)

There are a lot of things you hate about Hoseok, but he's determined to change that.

Lotus 5.5k (a, f)

After the death of your grandmother you find hope in the form of a flower.

Azúcar 1.6k (s)

He’s sugar and spice and everything nice.

Drabbles

Hazy white (f)

Kim Namjoon

Drabbles

Dial-up (s)

Park Jimin

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Kim Taehyung

Lace 8k (s)

Taehyung likes to colour outside the lines and you are more than happy to provide him with a canvas. This time, he has prepared a surprise for your three year anniversary: what better way to celebrate than with leather and lace?

Cobalt blue (ft. JJK) 11.3k (s)

You ask Jungkook to draw you like one of his French girls.

Kodachrome (ft. JJK) 9k (s) Co-written with @illneverrecover

An unexpected encounter on Valentine’s Day brings back an old memory: after discussing some fantasies with your boyfriend, Taehyung, you can’t help but think it’s almost serendipitous when an old friend comes into town. But what would happen when past meets present?

Jeon Jungkook

Cobalt blue (ft. KTH) 11.3k (s)

You ask Jungkook to draw you like one of his French girls.

Kodachrome (ft. KTH) 9k (s) Co-written with @illneverrecover

Drabbles

Were you just masturbating? (ft. MYG) (s)

OT7

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Thank you for reading! If you liked my work please reblog, leave a comment, tell a friend, send me a pigeon, launch a mars rover. Your encouragement fuels my inner writer cryptid 👾

#bts masterlist #masterlist

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jihopesjoint · 5 months

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THANK YOU♥️♥️♥️

it was part of a series of different colours cuz I wanted to do a social experiment!! (Which went swimming btw!)

If you haven’t seen the other ones and would like to, they’re under the tag on the post that’s “myg colour series” I think!!

THANK YOU AGAIN!!

SPRINTING THERE RN THEY'RE SERIOUSLY SO PRETTY YOON!!!!!!!!!!

(referencing this post)

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ffion451 · 2 years

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Tag Game ✨

Thank you @nabiolive for tagging me! 💛

🌲Favourite Colour: Forest green

📚Currently Reading: Earthlings, Sayaka Murata

🎵Last Song: New Thing, Zico (feat Homies)

📺Last Series: Still sticking with House of the Dragon, but rapidly losing interest.

🎬Last Movie: Goodnight Mommy, a slightly predictable but still unsettling horror.

🍴Sweet/Spicy/Savoury: all, but not too much spice!

✍️Currently Working On: Diving (JJK series) and a currently unnamed MYG/JJK halloween fic

Tagging: Anyone who fancies a go…

#nabiolive #tag game #love and adore moots #i suspect i am rather dull

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ki-yomii · 11 months

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☁️hit it/forget it mini-series; part one of three | 18+

finally able to unwind for the first time in forever, you go to a friend’s party. only somewhere along the way you find yourself in bed with someone you swore you’d never sleep with

🌙hush one-shot | 18+

it’s movie night with the boys, and jungkook’s feeling a little too adventurous

☁️two for the show mini-series | 18+ | NEW

jungkook isn't as alone as he thinks he is (aka you catch him jerking off in your bed with a pair of your panties)

🌙noona one-shot; request | 18+ w.i.p.

☁️like i do one-shot; request | 18+

“Jk being a jealous husband, angst and smuttttt 🥹💘”

🌙colour outside the lines one-shot | 18+ w.i.p.

☁️careful one-shot | 18+

you should always be careful what you ask for

🌙down on you one-shot; mafia au | 18+

it’s true, he owns you: blood, bones, and all

☁️is you is or is you ain't (my baby) one-shot; fwb au | 18+

after being stood up one too many times, you realize you're in love with jungkook. and that just won't do.

🌙cherry bomb mini-series; seven parts | 18+ w.i.p.

☁️gamer boy one-shot | 18+ w.i.p.

🌙hit the gym one-shot | 18+

stopping now would ruin all the fun

☁️criminal tongues one-shot; hades au | 18+ w.i.p.

🌙ain’t my fault one-shot; request, arranged marriage au | 18+ w.i.p.

☁️personal taste one-shot | 18+

jungkook gets a little too excited and cums early, but he's more than happy to make it up to you

🌙give it to me one-shot | 18+

of course, it’s as you resign yourself to never getting dicked down by one min yoongi (after flashing him your whole bare ass) that the tides turn in your favor

☁️born a tiger one-shot; tiger god au | 18+ w.i.p.

🌙kiss / consume one-shot; daechwita au | 18+ w.i.p. ☁️rise up a dragon one-shot; daechwita au | 18+ w.i.p.

🌙blooming dream one-shot | 18+ w.i.p.

☁️anachronism one-shot; charon au | 18+ w.i.p.

🌙wreck me one-shot; siren au | 18+ w.i.p.

☁️the hand that feeds one-shot; hybrid au | 18+ w.i.p.

🌙tarnish one-shot; haegeum au | 18+ w.i.p.

☁️i’m thinking about you one-shot | 18+

“You got all dressed up and pretty for me? Fuck, you’re such a good girl.”

🌙phases of a daydream one-shot | 18+

you get up early to surprise yoongi with breakfast in bed

☁️beg one-shot; request | 18+

"Oh no, not until you beg." & "Relax your throat." With Min Yoongi :3

🌙baby, don't go one-shot; request, exes to lovers | 18+ | NEW

hii can I request for an exes to lovers trope with yoongi 😭💖 lovee your ficss (aka you find out your boyfriend is cheating on you. thankfully your ex Yoongi is more than happy to distract you.)

☁️tongue technology one-shot; yoongi x reader x jungkook | 18+

yoongi teaches jungkook how to eat out his girl

🌙violent delights one-shot; yoongi x reader x jungkook; zombie apocalypse au | 18+ w.i.p.

☁️b.d.e one-shot; seokjin x reader | 18+

don't you know he'll never fit if he doesn't prep you first

🌙she thinks of me one-shot; request ; taehyung x reader | 18+ w.i.p.

#yoongi #seokjin #jungkook #jungkook x reader #yoongi x reader #seokjin x reader #masterlist #bts fanfic

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orchidyoonkook · 6 months

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Min Yoongi is Gray

#myg #min yoongi #yoongi min #yoongi #bts yoongi #bts min yoongi #bts yunki #bts min yunki #yunki #min yunki #suga #bts suga #bts min suga #min suga #Agust d #Yoon posts #myg colour series #part 2

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bts-0t-7 · 5 months

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So What? | MYG | Chapter 9

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

WC: 1.7K

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @rkivemaar @bontensbabygirl @codeinebelle @ldysmfrst

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A month after the fever incident, you and Yoongi grew closer to each other. Having ups and downs, he was always there for you and you tried to be there for him. The problem is, sometimes you were the one who put him down.

Coming the Christmas season, you were going to make your famous sandwich macaroons. Why are they called that? Cause they’re literally sandwich huge and they don’t just hold icing in-between. This is the first Christmas you are having with Yoongi and you hope to make it as memorable for him as possible.

You wake up early in the morning to prepare the ingredients needed and breakfast. When Yoongi came out of your bedroom, holding his cat stuffy by the paw, you couldn’t help but coo at him. His hair was dishevelled and his clothes rumbled, with a deep pout on his lips.

“Have some breakfast, Yoongi.” You pointed to the plate on the coffee table in the living room. The television was on, currently showing the news. You knew Lils would come over to help you with your macaroons but you wanted to get the meringue done before her arrival.

That was your plan and you don’t know how it went so haywire to both you and Yoongi standing in the middle of the kitchen, covered in flour and Hoseok laughing so hard he’s on the ground.

“No! Don’t-” You weren’t fast enough to stop Yoongi from licking the flour off his fingers, face immediately scrunching up. “Yeah, raw flour doesn’t taste nice.”

Yoongi was washing his tongue in the basin and Hoseok just couldn’t hold in another round of laughter. The doorcode chimed and Lils entered the house to directly see - “Oh this is gonna be good.” She smirked. - everybody covered in flour.

The both of you chased the two males out of the kitchen, starting on the actual preparations for the Christmas food. Meringue is simple to make as long as you have a mixer. The problem is whether the meringue is overwhipped or underwhipped - more like overwhipped. The protein bonds of the meringue will over-tighten, causing it to become lumpy when mixed with flour.

The both of you were baking 4 different colours of macaroons, 4 different flavours, and a total of 56 desserts. After all the meringue was placed on the table, Lils started to hold the ingredients together. You called Yoongi back into the kitchen, asking him for some help to cut and make the filling. You had him wash and cut the fruits, make the filling, and buy ice cream since you forgot. Coming back with a bag full of ice cream, Yoongi slowly placed them in the freezer, closely watching the first batch of macaroons in the oven.

“How long are they going to take?” He asked.

Lils replied, “Not long. About another five more minutes they should be done.”

Yoongi nodded, walking over to you, and leaning over the side of the sink to figure out what you’re doing. “Just dishes, Yoon.” You held out a clean dish. “Wanna help?” Yoongi took it from your hands and began drying tube wet dishes placed on the now-clean countertop.

Over the past month, you realised that sometimes Yoongi needed a little boost of confidence in himself. While he is slowly growing out of the shell he once curled into, occasionally he stood by your side, waiting for you to ask him instead of jumping to the job.

You didn’t mind helping him. In fact, you were glad that he was healing. It was better than nothing and you were glad he is comfortable to stand beside you and ask for help. It was a long way the both of you have gotten from him hiding under your sofa and you were afraid of him and you were glad things are progressing.

Once the dishes were done, the fourth batch was in too. Having a larger oven means more space and therefore, a faster process. You only use two racks, counting from the bottom. The top rack has always remained empty when baking macaroons to ensure that the top doesn’t brown.

Lillianne was warming up the Nutella in the double boiler, having already finished a pack. “Anything else to do?” You looked around. Fruits were washed, dried, and cut so that was done; Nutella is what Lils is working on now, so there was no need to do them; and ice cream is store-bought, so there was no need to do anything but scoop them out once the macaroons are completed.

“Well, the first two batches can come off the baking sheets already.” Lils pointed over to where she placed them with a spatula.

“Okay.” You looked over to Yoongi. “Come on, I’ll show you how to take them out.”

The both of you walked over to the baking sheets that were lined neatly on the cooling rack. You placed a finger under the sheets to test which ones are ready. Each batch is one colour, each sheet has seven, each colour has fourteen macaroon shells, and each flavour has seven giant macaroons.

The turquoise and purple ones seemed to be the first batch, and leading Yoongi over, you showed him how to peel them off the baking sheet. “Just hold the end of the baking sheet and slowly pull. Then leave them on the baking sheet but we bring them over to the table so that we can free up the space of the cooling rack for the next batch.

The both of you worked in silence, quickly finishing the task at hand. “Okay, so we have peppermint and vanilla,” pointing to the turquoise-coloured macaroons, “Raspberry and Nutella,” pointing over to the rose-coloured macaroons that were baking in the oven, “Nutella and vanilla,” pointing over to the last batch of macaroons on the cooling tray, “And lastly, lavender and vanilla.” pointing over to the purple-coloured macaroons.

Yoongi nodded. You headed over to the freezer to get a tub of peppermint and vanilla ice cream. “Let’s get filling!” Yoongi retrieved the baking sheets and followed you over to the dining room. The both of you working in comfortable silence. Hoseok soon came in carrying a tray of ingredients, sitting down and giving you a hand as well.

This was a normal tradition for your family. Usually, Seokjin would be here as well, but with the upcoming Christmas and sudden boost of business, he found himself extremely busy this term. You and Lils weren’t missing out on macaroons so the both of you took a day’s break, promising that you would be heading back to work tomorrow.

Seokjin would probably come in the night as both of you are making cookies and wrapping gifts.

Once all the macaroons are filled and stored, you take a break and cook a late lunch. 3 p.m. is considered a late lunch, right? As all of you sat in the dining room, Lils and you chatted about what type of cookies to do for this year while the boys were giving inputs. Hoseok absolutely loves peppermint chocolate and wants it for this year’s cookie treats. However, Yoongi prefers gingerbread and hazelnut as it suits the theme better. Both the boys soon got into a heated debate on which flavour would make it to the top charts of the 2023 Christmas Cookie Treats.

One factor that Hoseok forgot, is that there are six different flavours of cookies every year. Lils and you left them quarrelling and continued to discuss. They can get it out of themselves later on. Lunch was soon over and the four of you started on the cookies - peppermint and chocolate, gingerbread and hazelnut, orange clove, salted caramel with choco chips, pumpkin and spice, and nutmeg and white choco chips.

The process of baking cookies is much easier than macaroons. Soon, you’ve cleared up the space for the dinner that Seokjin brought.

“What happens to the shop?” You asked.

“Nah, some of the part-timers are working there today and Jie-Ying has the key so I just left,” Seokjin told you with a mouth stuffed with food. You nodded.

Dinner was just like lunch, just more chaotic now that you have Kim Seokjin in the room. Your loud, boisterous brother has his way of making life seem dull and bright at the same time. You rolled your eyes at the next dad joke he made.

Honestly, you didn’t know how you managed to live with him all those years. Hoseok’s phone started ringing and he excused himself into the living room.

Hushed, frantic whispers could be heard as he walked out but everyone’s concern was soon blanketed over when Seokjin and Lils started quarrelling about who had the prettier face in the group.

Hoseok came back in with a solemn face, sliding his phone into the pocket of his jacket. Everybody looked at him.

“What?”

His hair looked like he ran through it more times in that 15-minute phone call than the hours he spent baking today.

“I have some news. You might want to swallow the food first.” Hoseok sighed and shifted a chair to sit on. “The Parks will be receiving a call soon as well.”

You looked at your friend. “Just spit it out, Hobi.”

Hoseok sighed. “Robbinson,” Yoongi stiffened at the name. “We found him. Now it is a matter of catching him. The Sky Team will be flying out in an hour and I will be flying with my own crew within a few hours.” Hosoek looked up with tired eyes. “When we catch him, we would need witnesses and testaments. The hybrids that are just out of the facility may be too scared to give one.”

Hoseok kept silent for the next few seconds. “And?” You pressed.

No answer.

“Hoseok.” Seokjin’s voice was stern. “Just say it.”

He looked at Yoongi. “I understand the pressure of asking you this. Ultimately, it is your choice. However, I am asking you, not as an agent nor a friend, but as a citizen of the country, to be one of the witnesses and give your testament to the court.”

The air in the room charged tenfold and within a matter of seconds, all hell broke loose.

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joheunsaram · 3 years

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No Rebounds (myg) - 2

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Summary- Yoongi and you start marriage counselling.

word count- 826

pairing- husband!Yoongi x Reader

rating- PG

genre- angst, fluff, marriedau

warnings- none

a.n- Here’s part 2 where you get a little more insight into their relationship

A huge thank you to my bae @oftenderweapons for helping me map this series and beta reading this! Also s/o to @hobiandsprite for also reading this. Thank you both 🥺

As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask if you want to be on the taglist! 💌

“So Mister and Missis Min, let’s discuss what brings you here today, hmm?” Dr. Yang asked with a wide smile, her tone saccharine in a way that made the hair on the back of your neck stand in irritation. It went with her sickenly pink office, everything from the notebook in her hand to the couch the two of you sat on a shade of your least favourite colour. That is other than the accents which were a hideous gaudy gold. You always thought that psychologist offices were meant to calm one down but this decor made you more anxious.

“It’s Mister Min and Miss Y/L/N, actually,” Yoongi answered, his irk mirroring yours. It seemed that neither of you were enjoying the vibe she was putting out. “We don’t share last names.”

“And why is that?” she asked, her tone clipped and eyes pointed at you in judgement. “You have a perfectly good husband, why wouldn’t you take his name?”

It took all your strength not to get up and walk away from her but you had heard from your coworker that she was one of the best marriage counsellors in Seoul. So you bit back the venom to give her a curt response, only to be cut off by Yoongi’s much more aggravated one.

“It’s the 21st century. She doesn’t need my last name. I don’t own her.” Your eyes followed his voice to land on him, where he sat, arms folded and mouth in a tight line. You couldn’t help the petty joy that bubbled within you to see your husband directing his patented icy glare at the therapist.

“Well then what about rings? I don’t see you wearing those either,” she said haughtily, taking the two of you off guard as you guiltily stared at your empty hands. “I’m sure couples in the 21st century wear rings, don't they? Or is that another symbol of ownership, according to you?”

The harsh comment left you speechless, scrambling for excuses where there were none. The two of you used to wear your rings religiously but then sometime last year when you were working outdoors a lot, you had taken it off to avoid tan lines. Yoongi too had taken off his ring when he was in a cast after hurting his shoulder. Somehow the two of you never got back into the habit of wearing them again.

You wondered why that was. You cherished the matching understated white gold bands, engraved with your initials. It was cheesy but it was yours and now they rested next to each other in the rarely opened jewelry box on your dresser.

You zoned out from the questions she was asking. It wasn’t until she was bidding goodbyes that you paid attention, your heart hurting that Yoongi had to go through her interrogations alone. He didn’t talk much on the ride home, only asking if you were okay to which you responded with a nod. It wasn’t until you were lying in bed next to each other that you spoke up.

“Do you think we’re like this because we forgot about our rings?” you asked, staring at the one spot on the ceiling where the paint was missing because when the two of you had bought your house you had gotten distracted and forgot to paint it over. You were too busy giggling and assembling furniture to pay attention, and now it stared at you, mocking the silence in the room.

“Do you think we can go back if we put them on?” Yoongi countered, his tone soft, hesitant, as his hand found yours. It made your eyes glassy and your fingers tighten around his.

“Let’s try,” you said, trying to reduce the sudden wobble of your lip. Standing up, you walked to your dresser and grabbed the matching pair before sitting on the bed and starting to put yours on. However, Yoongi stopped you, sitting up and taking the ring from your hand.

“May I?” he asked, his thumb tracing the back of your hand as he held it. He was always like this, never assuming that what he wanted was what you did as well. It broke your resolve, a tear making its way down your cheek as you nodded.

He smiled then, a small thing that lifted his cheeks and brightened his eyes. Holding your hand like he did on your wedding day, he slowly slipped the ring on your finger, leaning down to kiss it gently. It was as if the last four years hadn’t happened and he was still in the black tux with the blue bowtie that matched your bouquet. When you slipped his ring on his finger, he held your hand, your rings slotting together side by side.

You didn’t know why there was a wall between you, but that night as you both fell asleep lying on your sides, hands laced between you, you felt it chip a little.

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taglist: @cheesecakes-randomshitz, @aroseforyoongi, @awhnamjoon, @agustdjoon, @codeinebelle, @joonights

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mochii0park · 3 years

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ikigai; intro I myg

→ summary: Yoongi faces a rough rift in his music production when all he can do is watch the last ounce of passion leave his already faceless music. Bearing his soul into his last album, he came to a tough realization when it turned into a flop leading to a path of questioning and self-consciousness. When the opportunity to produce a track for the famous Jungkook arises, he takes it not knowing about the idol’s obsession with flowers. Trying to spike his inspiration, he becomes a regular at Ikigai flower shop, corner away from his studio.

Y/N’s love laid in flowers and botany. Myriad days spent combining flowers of different shades and hues to create lush and effortlessly elegant creations worthy of awe. Her days at work began to be coloured with excitement and laughter when a shy, out of the place man steps foot into the flower shop requesting for help in flower theory specifically their meaning. Not knowing the red tints of her cheek would quickly turn to blue ones, made of heartbreak.

→ genre: florist!reader x producer!yoogni

→ series: Waterlilies and Japanese Bridge

→ rating:18+

→ warnings: warnings will be added to the original fan fiction

→ release date: tbd

→ tag list: if anyone wants to be added to the tag list message me

@ ofvopemin, @kookieebangtan, @namsope32, @flowerblu00, @igotnotype, @overtherainbow35, @cypherglitch

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nikkastans · 2 years

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TBR

As a type A person, I just had to do this list because there are a lot of fics on my like page that are gathering cobwebs by now.

Feel free to check my recs list!

OT7

BTS as boyfriends

Seven Kisses

100 Ways to Say "I Love You"

Their Love Languages

Hot DILFs Take a Company Trip to Malta

Home Sweet Castle

Domestic!BTS headcannon

The Boyfriend Headcanon series

Mixtape Series

TAEHYUNG

Change

Somebody Else (ft. MYG)

Persephone & Hades

Queen Cobra

Get You The Moon

the dinner date

Songs About You: Rhapsody

Nip it in the bud

Good luck charm

You

Caught in the Crossfire

four weeks

to the moon and back

Night Terrors

Love is the Warmest Colour

Upstream Colour

KTH + Best friend's brother

Not that good

Diary of a healing heart

A human touch part i

teeth

All I Want For Christmas is You

Back to the Start

Love Me or We Both Go Down

The Point of No Return

Just for Practice

Pour up (feat. JK)

Across the Tracks

Babysitters Club

Devilish

YOONGI

Apricity

Somebody Else (ft. KTH)

All Too Well

The Singularity Theory

Budapest

Slow

Oh, You Know Him?

Not Even a Mouse

Portraits of a Tiger

champagne confessions

Boseong Breakfast

Barista!Yoongi

Podcaster Yoongi

Cut Me Open

Need to Know

Noise Complaints

Taxi

Mixtape Series: Heart Haunting

UGH F*CK (feat. Seokjin)

JUNGKOOK

It takes two

Blizzard

Wintervale

Brain Dead

Aren't We All Sinners?

Fatal Attraction

six foot two

growing pains

you are in love

to the moon and back

Bad Influence

Some way, some how

White Lies

Milestone

Baecation

Skirt Chasers

Microwave Misadventures

Stay

A Thousand Reasons Why

One Morning Stand

Lemon Sherbet

super flirty and charming jk and a shy y/n meet at a frat party

zoom call (series)

i wish i missed my ex - jungkook scenario

you can be the sin, i’ll be the sinner — jungkook scenario

callous - jungkook scenario

heartfelt — a jeongguk scenario

in your arms tonight - jeongguk scenario

the one where you wrote jk a confession letter and slipped it into his backpack but he didn’t see it and a month later

Heart of the Storm

Pining 101

The Love Project

The Love Swings

Simmer Down and Pucker Up

Pour up (feat. KTH)

NAMJOON

Pronoia

friends shouldn't

HOBI

JIN

First Date Jitters

UGH F*CK (feat. Yoongi)

JIMIN

Florezco

Dreamy

#taehyung #yoongi #jungkook #hobi #jin #jimin #namjoon #ot7 #bts x reader #ot7 x reader #bts fanfiction #nikka's tbr

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stateofkate13 · 4 years

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?!Wanna watch some lesbians?!

I know how hard it can be to find representation on tv (even tho its getting better), so if you dont know what to watch next and you want to see some wlw scenes/plots - this list is for you

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MOVIES:

-A Date for Mad Mary (2016)

-Ana e Vitória (2018)

-Aimee and Jaguar (1999)

-All about E (2015)

-Almost Adults (2016)

-Atomic Blonde (2017)

-AWOL (2016)

-Badhaai Do (2022)

-Becks (2017)

-Better Than Chocolate (1999)

-Below Her Mouth (2016)

-Bloomington (2010)

-Booksmart (2019)

-Blue is The Warmest Colour (2013) [La Vie d'Adèle]

-Brides To Be (2016)

-But I’m a Cheerleader (1999)

-Carmilla Movie (2017)

-Carol (2015)

-Colette (2018)

-Cloudburst (2011)

-D.E.B.S. (2004)

-Desert Hearts (1985)

-Disobiedience (2017)

-Elena Undone (2010)

-Elisa y Marcela (2019)

-Ek Ladki ko Dekha Toh Aisa Laga (2019)

-Feel Good (2020)

-First Girl i Loved (2016)

-Girltrash: All Night Long (2013)

-Hearts Beat Loud (2018)

-Heartland (2017)

-I Can’t Think Straight (2007)

-Imagine Me&You (2005)

-It’s in The Water (1997)

-Kiss Me (2011) - [kiss myg]

-Kissing Jessica Stein (2001)

-La Luciernaga (2015) [The Firefly]

-Let It Snow (2019)

-Lez Bomb (2018)

-Lost and Delirious (2001)

-Loving Anabelle (2006)

-My Days of Mercy (2017)

-Nina's Heavenly Delights (2006)

-Pariah (2011)

-Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019)

-Rafiki (2018)

-Room in Rome (2010)

-Saving Face (2004)

-Season of Love (2019🎄)

-Summer Time (2015) [La belle saison]

-Tell it To the Bees (2018)

-Thelma (2017)

-The Children's Hour (1961)

-The Half Of It (2020)

-The Favourite (2019)

-The Feels (2017)

-The Four-Faced Liar (2010)

-The Handmaiden (2016)

-The Incredible True Story of Two Girls in Love (1995)

-The Miseducation of Cameron Post (2018)

-The Perfect Ending (2015)

-The Perfection (2018)

-The World Unseen (2007)

-Vita and Virginia (2018)

-When Night is Falling (1995)

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TV SHOWS:

!!!!! 🖍 = an animated series !!!!!

-A leauge of their own (2022-)

-Amar a Muerte (2018-2019)

-Amar en Tiempos Revueltos (2005-)

-Amar es Para Siempre (2013-)

-🖍Arcane (2021-)

-Atypical (2017-2021)

-Bad Girls (1999-2006)

-Batwoman (2019-)

-Black Lightning (2018-2021)

-Black Mirror - San Junipero (2011-)

-Brooklyn Nine Nine (2013-)

-Buffy, The Vampire Slayer (1997-2003)

-Cable Girls (2017-)

-Charmed (2018-)

-Dead To Me (2019-2022)

-Dear White People (2017-)

-Degrassi: The Next Generation (2001-2015)

-Derry Girls (2018-)

-Dickinson (2019-)

-Euphoria (2019-)

-Everything Sucks (2018)

-Faking It (2014-2016)

-Fate:The Winx Saga (2021-)

-Feel Good (2020-)

-Fingersmith (2005)

-First Kill (2022-)

-Gentelmen Jack (2019-2022)

-Gentefied (2020-)

-Glee (2009-2015)

-Grey’s Anatomy (2005-)

-Gypsy (2017)

-🖍Harley Quinn (2019-)

-Home and Away (1988-)

-I am not okay with this (2020)

-Jane the Virgin (2014-2019)

-Killing Eve (2019-2022)

-Legacies(2018-2022)

-Legends of Tomorrow (2016-2022)

-Lip Service (2010-2012)

-Locked Up (2015-2019) [vis a vis]

-Lost Girl (2010-2015)

-Mindhunter (2017-)

-Motherland: Fort Salem (2020-)

-Never have I ever (2020-)

-One Day at a Time (2017-)

-Orange is The New Black (2013-2019)

-Orphan Black (2013-2017)

-Perdona Nuestros Pecados (2017-2018)

-Pretty Little Liars (2010-2017)

-Ratched (2020-)

-Riverdale (2017-)

-Runaways (2017-2019)

-Russian Doll (2019)

-Schloss Einstein - Staffel 23 (2019-2019)

-Sense8 (2015-2018)

-Sex Education (2019-)

-🖍She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018-2020)

-South of Nowhere (2005-2008)

-Supergirl (2015-2022)

-Skins (2007-2013)

-Stranger Things (2016-)

-🖍Steven Universe (2013-)

-Tales of The City (2018-)

-Teenage Bounty Hunters (2020)

-The 100 (2014-2020)

-The Guiding Light (1952-2009)

-The Haunting of Hill House (2018)

-The Haunting of Bly Manor (2020)

-The Hockey Girls (2019-2020) [Les de l'hoquei]

-The House of Flowers (2018-)

-The L Word (2004-2009)

-The L Word: Generation Q (2019-)

-The Morning Show (2019-)

-The Originals (2013-2018)

-The Other Love Story (2016-)

-The Shannara Chronicles (2016-2017)

-The Umbrella Academy (2019-)

-Tipping the Velvet (2002)

-Trinkets (2019-2020)

-Queer as Folk (2000-2005)

-You (2018-)

-You Me Her (2016-2020)

-Venice the Series (2009-)

-Vigil (2021)

-Warrior Nun (2020-)

-Wentworth (2013-)

-Wynnona Earp (2016-)

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WEB SERIES:

-Anyone But Me

-ANNE+

-All for One

-Barbelle

-BIFL the series

-Carmilla

-Control (Kontrola)

-Gal Pals

-Girls Like Magic

-Girltrash

-Her Story

-Last Life

-Pot Luck

-RED

-The Other Love Story

-THE STRIPPER

-Same Same

-SKAM Espana

-Starting From Now

-Stupid wife

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YOUTUBERS:

-Alayna Joy

-Ally Hills

-Alissa and Sam

-Anna Campbell

-Amy Ordman

-BerkleyLovesTori

-Breane Williamson

-Cammie Scott

-Cristy Lawrance

-Drea and Ronnie

-Hannah Hart

-Hannah & Sadie

-Jessica Kellgren-Fozard

-Kale and Jess

-Karin and Skyler

-Keara Graves

-Kristen McKenzie

-Maria Lin

-Monica Nguyen

-Paige and Holly

-Rose and Rosie

-Sara and Rachel

-Sam and Alyssa

-Shannon Beverige

-Stevie Boebi

-Willow Faith

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I’m gonna update the list (SEE THE PINNED POST ON MY DASH), so if you know any other title let me know!

and please REBLOG - you never know who needs it right now

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Chapter Eight (and a half) - High Bells: a drabble

Kick Up the Fire and Let the Flames Break Loose: MYG | KTH (m)

The series masterpost has the main summary, warnings, chapter info and posting dates etc.

⚠️🔞Please note that whilst this drabble doesn’t have any mature content, that the whole fic has a mature focus and so minors should steer clear of the whole thing🔞⚠️

Chapter warnings: None, just some very determined mothers and beleaguered coworkers!

Chapter characters/pairings: OC’s mother x Taehyung’s mother (also Dr Gong finally makes an appearance)

Note: So, Chapter 9 is proving difficult to write and I really want to get it right as it’s quite a dramatic chapter. I had this flashback scene planned that was getting overlong though and I didn’t want to cut it because it’s important for plot… so, almost as a chapter teaser, here it is as a little drabble! I hope that if you’re reading (and hopefully enjoying KUTF) that you like this! Let me know!

Word count: 2K

<<< Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine >>>

Up over the the verdant lawn, skittering over the white pebbles of the pathway, up and fluttering through the outstretched fingers of the small boy, and, finally, skimming over the salt and pepper hair of the woman sipping tea, the single petal of pear blossom comes to rest on the vivid, fuchsia display of a camellia bush. Moments later it is pinned in place by the feather-light body of a swallowtail butterfly, itself coming to rest after flitting between the bright flowers, drawn to the sweet nectar of the violently pink camellia, the white and blues of its colouring thrown suddenly into sharp contrast.

The sight draws a smile to the tea-drinking lady’s face and she draws Minjun’s attention with a small wave. The little boy follows her pointed finger and squeals in excitement to his mother, who hold him in her arms, smiling, “Yes,” she says with warmth, “it’s a butterfly,”

“Butterfly,” he repeats slowly, rolling the word on his tongue, frowning to get the sounds out in the right order as he learns his way around words.

“Very good,” smiles the woman who pointed the butterfly out to him, and the little boy beams with pride, before her attention is then called away by her nurse, Dohyun, striding along the pathway.

Beside your mother, his wife smiles broadly at him and the little boy gives another squeal of delight as he calls out for his father, who swoops the little boy into his arms before greeting his patient, a phone in his outstretched hand.

“It’s the tenth missed call from Mrs Kim,” he says apologetically.

Your mother then smiles politely, smiling apologetically herself at Dohyun’s wife, “finish the tea and cake, my dear, I’ll have to go and speak with her; she’s a lovely woman, but persistent.”

Minseo nods in understanding, knowing that Mrs Kim was indeed a lovely woman, but incredibly determined, as she’d witnessed in Jeju, observing how the matriarch held the final say in the family, deferred to by all except her husband, with whom she seemed to have an equal, respectful relationship that Minseo admired.

Minseo had been a little overawed at the start of the holiday, she’d assumed that she and Dohyun would be treated as staff and that the whole thing would be an awkward affair, instead it turned out to be a joyful time. Yes, Kim Taehyung was impossibly handsome and she was starstruck, but he was also sweet and funny, and both families were kind, warm and down-to-earth. She’d made fast friends with the other young mothers there and had been treated as one of them.

A hopeless romantic, she’d instantly been swept up in the warmth that overspilled between you and Taehyung, and she hoped, for both your sakes, that it would flourish into something more. Romantic or not though, Minseo is a shrewd woman, and so she’d quickly discerned that Taehyung’s family seemed as invested in the relationship as she was, whereas your own seemed more reserved. She shared her theories with Dohyun, who agreed, yet both were in equal agreement that your sagacious parents, especially your mother, were sure to be right and so they formed the wise opinion that it would be best for them to not interfere and so anytime either was asked by a Kim to comment on how sweet you Taehyung seemed, or anything else, they both remained polite and non-committal.

Your mother takes the phone from Dohyun and indicates for him to take her seat. She wanders a short distance along the flower-lined verge before coming to rest under the shade of a pear tree, its white blossoms buzzing with insects as she looks over the picturesque view in front of her: a large, ornamental pond, stocked with koi and water lilies; a scene begging to be painted, if one had the talent.

As she calls her long-time friend back, she thinks of the conversations they have shared over the years until the wedge that came between them all those summers ago, when she was so evasive with her about the reason for your sudden departure for England and why both you and your brother were not speaking with Taehyung.

Your mother pled ignorance at the time, falsely reassuring Taehyung’s mother that it was probably nothing other than a childish spat between friends, and would be quick to resolve. Luckily, at least in the case of Jimin and Taehyung, it had been true, the two boys reconnecting in Seoul under the firm understanding that Taehyung kept your name out of his mouth, or Jimin would punch him in it.

The phone is answered almost immediately after she dials and several minutes of pleasantries ensue, checking on the health and wellbeing of each other and each others’ families, reminiscing about the holiday and all the other expected and usual topics that everyone must go through for some universal reason nobody quite understands.

“Yes, Jeju was lovely,” Taehyung’s mother says, before her tone drops as though she is about to share a secret, “though it really did give me hope that we might be hearing those high bells again soon,” she says laughingly.

“Sorry, I don’t follow,” your mother asks in confusion, “high bells?”

Taehyung’s mother continues to laugh warmly, “Yes, yes, have I got it wrong? At the end of your wedding to Mr Park, the bells rang at the church, as I recall,”

“Ah, yes,” says your mother in understanding, “the sound of wedding bells is what we say” she explains.

“Of course,” confirms Taehyung’s mother, “so I expect we’ll be hearing the sound of wedding bells soon,” she says, her voice tinged with repressed excitement.

Your mother’s confusion clears, she knows precisely what is meant, but decides to dissimulate nonetheless, “Really? For whom?,” she asks in a neutral voice, careful to keep her tone light and airy so as not to incur any offence.

“Oh, come now,” Taehyung’s mother insists, “between your sweet girl and my Taehyung, of course! You saw them together on Jeju as much as I did, they’re love’s young dream for goodness’ sake! They are so in love!”

Your mother only hums, acknowledging the words but not indicating any form of agreement or disagreement, besides, she knows her friend isn’t done talking.

“It’s like my dear husband always says,” his mother continues, “our Taehyung is such a romantic boy, it’s always been your girl for him, we think. Perhaps ever since he realised when he lost her how much he cared, the silly, silly boy. I suppose it’s true that you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone! I can’t imagine now that he’s got her back - finally - that he’ll ever let her go again.”

Your mother decides to evade the talk about marriage by picking up on the revelation that her friend knew all about what had happened, “What do you mean ‘when he lost her?’,” she asks.

“Hasn’t she told you yet? I’m sure she must have! Well, anyway, Taehyung told us after she came back to Daegu and they reconnected about everything that happened before she went away to England that summer and he moved to Seoul. He told us that he’d upset her, and behaved badly and had broken her heart. It was then that he realised that the little crush he thought he had on her was actually something a lot deeper,” Taehyung’s mother pauses, lost in thought for a moment before she continues.

“You know, I think he might have been waiting for her all these years! Isn’t it romantic?,” she concludes, her excitement no longer concealed.

“Yes, very,” your mother says, trying to ensure she sounds enthusiastic, “they are still young though, and they also have their careers to think of, we’ll have to be careful not to pressure them,” she finishes cautiously, implying that she too approves of the theoretical union.

“Naturally,” Taehyung’s mother agrees, “but I don’t think that will stand in their way. Very little ever stands in our boy’s way for long!,” she laughs.

Your mother forces a laugh in response, “Yes, he’s a very determined and successful young man, you must be proud to have him as a son,” she says, knowing precisely what to say to placate her friend.

As Taehyung’s mother confirms her pride, your’s indicates that she must end the call, claiming she needs to attend physical therapy. The call ends with Taehyung’s mother feeling cheerful and no less convinced of an impending engagement; your mother, on the other hand, feels unease settle in her heart, those icy fingers tightening their grip, just as on Jeju.

She thinks of all you’ve achieved so far in your career, how well it has gone for you and how much hope there is for your future where you’re based in London, far more than exists for you in either Seoul or Daegu. She knows that here, away from the network you’ve built, you would be certainly overlooked for promotion, having no immediate connections, being a foreigner and sadly, also being a woman: that’s not to say the opportunities wouldn’t be there for someone of your capability and talent, but they weren’t as plentiful as in London, nor as obviously laid beneath your feet as they are now.

Ultimately, she wonders how much you’d sacrifice for a life with Taehyung, and how much else you might lose without realising it. She knows the life of a wife of a star is an enviable one for many women, and she does not judge those who aspire to that, but she knows you, her daughter, and she’s certain that it’s not the life you’d choose, nor want, for yourself.

Finally, as she gazes out on the water, her eyes drawn to the gentle ripples caused by the soft white blossoms that fall from above her like tiny bridal veils onto the still surface of the water, she thinks of all she had to say to you that night in Jeju, all the things she asked you that you could not answer, all the things she told you that you did not want to hear and she worries for you.

Your mother possesses a wisdom that you don’t yet have; whilst you repress and push away all your worries, afraid of your feelings and of dealing with them, she tackles her concerns head-on. She knows she cannot reach you yet, that you’re not ready to discuss these things with her, yet she knows something must be done. She knows she needs more information; there is more data to be collected and collated. Forming a plan of action, she pulls another contact from her phone and waits as it rings.

“Hello, it’s wonderful to hear from you,” greets the voice at the other end of the phone, “are you checking up on me again, Boss?”

She laughs warmly, “You don’t have to call me boss, Yoo! And no, I’m out checking up on you - I have absolute faith in you, and the team and, of course, my daughter,” she says.

“As you should,” he asserts with both pride and warmth in his voice, “it’s going very well and your daughter has been an excellent addition, not least for how she’s brought Dongyeon along - he’s doing so well now.”

They exchange notes about the lab for a while, and discuss your mother’s wellbeing as well as his, and his family’s, your mother again amiably trudging her way through the social pleasantries, yet again, before she is able to finally reach the point of her call.

“I am calling with an ulterior motive, of course,” your mother laughs.

“Yes, I guessed,” he replies, clearly amused, “go ahead,”

“I need a favour, and it’s a rather strange one but easy enough, if you’re game? I need the help of someone in Daegu, specifically, someone discreet,” she says.

“Sounds intriguing,” he says, and she can hear the smile in his voice, “as long as its not illegal or unethical, I’m in. What do you need?,” he offers.

Your mother smiles broadly, “Excellent, get a pen,” she instructs, “this is what I need you to do…,”

When he hangs up the phone, Gong Yoo looks at the notepad in front of him, the instructions there confuse him, as does the need for secrecy, but such is his respect for your mother he doesn’t question it.

There’s a soft knock at his door; through the glass he sees Dongyeon clutching a lab report. He tears the page from the pad, folding it in half and tucking it into the breast pocket of his shirt, out of sight and safe, before calling Dongyeon in.

“I’m not disturbing you am I, sir?,” asks Dongyeon, “I just wanted to ask a few quick questions,”

Yoo smiles kindly, “No problem at all, but Im afraid they will really have to be quick,” he says, gesturing for Dongyeon to take a seat, “I’m afraid I have quite an important errand to run.”

A/N: The briefest of drabbles, I’m afraid, but I know exactly how I want the next chapter to begin and rather than put a lengthy flashback in place, it was easier to set up the context this way. I wonder what O/C’s mother is up to? Where is Gong Yoo off to? Does Tae really have thoughts of proposing? Hmmm… let me know any theories you might have, if you want to! Always keen to hear your thoughts, lovely readers! And again, as ever, thanks for taking the time to read my writing!

Also, I’m aware the list of named characters is getting super long now so I’ve made a character map in case anyone wants to quickly work out/remember connections that might pop up from several chapters ago.

<<< Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine >>>

Another crappy moodboard for you, but again, there’s a lot of visual imagery in this drabble so I thought it might be helpful. Also, it features Dr Gong and Kwak Dongyeon, my basis for the imagining of the very sweet Dongyeon in this fic…(also, the tea drinker is Minseo, not O/C’s mother)

#bts fanfic #taehyung x reader #taehyung fluff #gong yoo #kwak dong yeon #bts #bangtanwhq #ffion451 #kick up the fire and let the flames break loose

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