#namgi drabble

[rainbowsuitcase]

AU where villain Yoongi kidnaps Namjoon, the genius from the hero’s crew, to lure the hero out and finally end him. Except when Yoongi explains his evil plan to him, Namjoon just yanks on his chains, laughs and says, "No one’s coming for me."

At first, Yoongi didn’t believe him but it’s been over a month and there’s still no signs of the hero coming. At first, Namjoon was very lively, smiling and making fun of Yoongi's plan and irritating him, but all of that is gone now. Now he spends his days sleeping or reading and the guard who brings him dinner says his eyes are red. Yoongi can’t help but feel sorry for him.

He overhears Namjoon crying one night and it breaks him. He lets Namjoon out of the room, lets him wander around the lair and talk to his people and it’s not even a week before Namjoon is talking to Seokjin, the brain behind some of their best stunts.

"Actually, the guards leave at five," Namjoon says after catching a glance of Seokjin's notes. 

"Their shift ends at six." 

Namjoon shrugs. "They spend the hour talking to the girls from IT." 

"You wanna tell me that The Hero has crappy security?"

"How else do you think you were able to get to me?"

They don’t believe him, because why should they, but they do send Jungkook to check it out. The boy comes back saying that the guards leave exactly at five, eating a pastry from the hero’s mansion's cafeteria.

They start building a plan and of course they don’t want to tell Namjoon about it, because he’s still supposed to be on the enemy's side, but the guy is bored and finds a way to insert himself anyway. He gets back that spark in his eyes, grinning and laughing and making jokes. He's a little mean about it, a little crazy, and maybe there’s some truth to the saying that all geniuses are mad.

They hack into the hero’s system laughably easily and per Namjoon's suggestion, leave a few funny gifts after getting everything they need. Like a bug that changes every title to an insult, or rickroll that plays from the speakers every time someone tries to access mission reports.

"You're not exactly a good guy, are you?" Yoongi asks him on the day of the attack and Namjoon grins.

"I never said I was." 

The glint in his eyes is what helps Yoongi decide. 

"You wanna help us take the hero down?" 

"I thought you'd never ask."

#bit #namgi drabble #villain yoongi #smartass namjoon #the hero's a jerk #joon was waiting for an opportunity to stab him in the back #namjoon's just a lil insane #yoongi's the bad guy but he's not that crazy #very destructive power couple #bts fanfic #bts #namjoon x yoongi #namjoon fic #yoongi fic

[hopepoint]

had polytan thoughts on my drive home but what if the boys are all together, maybe staying in a hotel for some kind of promotion.

yg's room next to sj's because the younger wanted to be a little closer to his hyung (even though they live less than 10 min away from eo)

and vmin naturally find each other's rooms, but when th gets there jk is already in jm's room so they enjoy their time together until they all itch to bug their eldest hyung sj, so of course they tumble into his room grinning and bubbly with excitement-

except, yg beat them there, sitting right next to the bed in an armchair that is a little too small for his body to be curled into it along with his laptop balancing on the armrest. th ends up curled at the base of the chair, his hair tickling yg's legs but he doesn't care

because it's been too long since this many of them were in one place. yg types something up as th hums underneath him and eventually, he lowers his legs so th can wrap himself closer.

when they got there jm and jk settled on the bed, im now scrolls at the foot of the bed while jk watches sj play a video game on his laptop, both of them crunched against the headboard. Yet, they both manage to tangle their legs with jm's in an odd jumble of limbs.

and sj can't even falsify annoyance when jk knocks his knee against his be it means he is actually there, it means there aren't kilometers of space and a phone screen separating them from eo. he is really there, hugging his waist and shoving his short-haired head into his neck.

eventually, th makes it to the bed flopping on jm who wiggled his way between sj and jk's legs. the two sleepily groan from th's impact but jm's laugh drowns them out. he tells them hs went to his room and is now texting him asking if he is still awake.

because hs knows jm has him on emergency bypass, all of them do. of course they do. so jm's phone continues to chirp w/ea of hs's texts until jm tells him sj's room number. because of course hs looked for him, worried he fell asleep without brushing his teeth after an exhuasting plane ride.

and when hs gets there he finds nj nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot t in front of sj's door. he is so lost in thought when hs wraps his arm around his much wider waist he jumps. his already red ears burn more and he asks if they are still awake.

be of course even if nj wanted to go in he would rather walk away from a room full of comfort than bother them by waking them all up after an exhausting day.

he puts them first always. and hs knows when to push, so he squeezes the taut muscle of ni's side and knocks on the door. and when it opens he pushes nj inside, pushes him toward the five people who look to him for comfort like he does them.

hs makes a beeline for m and th, flopping onto their tangled bodies which naturally make room for him like a lost piece of their puzzle. but still nj lingers at the foot of the bed, hand clutching the comforter watching the five in bed slowly melt closer together.

then a hand in his, if he could call it that, it's the tips of yg's fingers tracing his calloused palm and then wrapping around his wrist. his touch light and soft, giving him ample opportunity to untangle himself from his grasp. but of course he doesn't, of course he follows.

he follows him to the other end of the room and they grab the couch pressed against the wall, slowly and sleepily they maneuver it to jk and sj's side of the bed.

nj motions for yg to take the side closest to the bed, closest to everyone else, but y coxes him onto that side with that same soft grasp. groggily sj groans about jk rolling over to spoon ni, but the eldest still tucks himself behind the younger in a warm embrace.

yg tucks his head under nj’s chin resting his cheek against his chest, and nj feels him relax against him. slowly, after he is sure everyone has fallen asleep, soft shores filling the room, nj falls asleep. all of them tucked away in a room full of their greatest comforts.

#poly ot7 #polytan #poly bts #yoonjin #vmin #vminkook #namseok #vminseok #namkook #jihope #namgi #jinkook #bts fic #bts ff #bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts drabble #bts ffs #made myself sad! have a great day 🫠

[paliampelo]

namgi drabble • superhero au • 3k

part one.

Namjoon’s been thinking about love lately.

It’s not his fault. It’s not like he woke up one day and yearned—external factors contributed heavily. Of course it affected him, seeing Jungkook fall for Jimin in front of his goddamn eyes, easy and real and deep. Of course it made something rattle inside him. And when Jimin liked Jungkook back and they got locked in their little dance around each other, it all just…made him question.

There was this space inside him, suddenly. He didn’t realise it was there before, but now it’s gapingly empty, and out of nowhere, he wants that kind of love. He wants it, and he doesn't know how to get it or how to even begin trying.

It’s always on his mind these days—so naturally, a few drinks in, it comes rambling out. Jin and Yoongi are the unsuspecting victims, a couple beers in them already too.

Namjoon has a lot to say.

“It's just, did you see—it's going to sound so cheesy, hyung, but did you see how Jungkook fuckin— lights up when Jimin comes into a room? His whole being just recalibrates towards Jimin, like a— like a sunflower to the sun or some shit—”

Jin snorts. “Such a poet, Namjoon-ah.”

“I'm serious! it's like. It's goddamn beautiful, okay. It really—I don't know, it inspired me—”

“Should we expect your debut poetry collection out soon?” Yoongi mumbles around the rim of his bottle. He’s got his legs up on Jin’s chair, tucked under his thighs. He runs cold, but he’s in a t-shirt now, the lettering on the front almost completely faded. He's smiling a little, and he looks so comfortable and settled and Namjoon's caught looking at that smile for a second too long, and wow, he's well on his way to drunk right now. When did that even happen?

“Specifically about Jungkook's sunflower love, otherwise i'm not endorsing it,” Jin says, sticking his finger up in the air. “And you need my endorsement. I'm very famous, you know.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. Namjoon snatches the beer Jin was reaching for and makes a face at him. “Always like to remind us of that when it suits you, but never when we need it.”

Jin huffs. “Obviously! My momma didn’t raise a fool.”

The beer cap is just not coming off, is it? Namjoon tries to twist it, one direction, then the other, but for some reason it's not happening. And he has to convince them. About this love thing. They need to be on the same page. It’s important for the team.

“But don't you think it's sweet, how pure it is?” he says, still struggling with the beer cap. Yoongi takes the bottle from him. His hands liberated now, Namjoon gestures. Maybe gestures will add to his argument. “How like—loud? Isn't that what being in love is supposed to be like?”

“Not always,” Yoongi says, handing Namjoon back his beer bottle, open.

Namjoon shakes his head. How can he explain? “I just— I think for me, it would be. I think it would be everywhere in me. So much that it would, like. Burst out of me.”

Yoongi looks thoughtful, expression delicate as he looks out into the lights of the city, so Namjoon thinks he almost got somewhere—until Jin scrunches his face. “Gross. And easy on the beer. Don't pass out again. I don't want to carry your enormous body back to bed.”

Namjoon slumps back into his chair. Not a lick of romance anywhere in them, is there? “You'll just make Jungkook do it.”

“What if he comes home at 5 in the morning? Do you want to sleep on this tiny table until then?”

The night passes with some more bickering, a lot more drinking. Namjoon stumbles back to bed with an arm around his waist and Jin's voice behind him complaining about being stuck on clean up again, the clink clink clink of the beer bottles highlighting his whine.

part two.

Life moves along at ridiculous speeds. They're busy, always. Who knew there was so much work for a crime-fighting team? Namjoon’s still finding his footing, trying to make sure none of his members overwork themselves.

And there’s that love thing. It’s still prickling somewhere in the back of his brain. He still feels fidgety, like something's missing. Something's out of place, and he thinks it's that. Jungkook and Jimin are together now, and he's caught Jin coming out of Hobi's room in the morning one too many times for it to mean nothing.

Taehyung’s happy with his plants, but Namjoon? Fucking restless.

“Do you think they're—you know,” he thinks at Yoongi really pointedly once, when a giggle that is very much not Hobi's comes from the bathroom where he said he was going for a shower.

Yoongi shrugs.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow. Namjoon rolls his eyes, the what are you, blind? practically audible, even though Yoongi didn’t speak it.

"Like, for real. Do you think they're together?"

Wait a second. “Hyung. have they told you?”

Yoongi shrugs harder. He’s avoiding Namjoon’s eyes, which is as good as a duh.

“Why didn't you say anything?”

“Not for me to tell,” he says, his voice scratchy and low.

“What?” Jungkook's head snaps up from the other side of the kitchen table. He’d been pouting, cheek squeezed into his palm as he killed time on his phone waiting for Jimin to come home. “What's not for you to tell?”

“Nothing, Jungkook-ah,” Yoongi says, terribly unconvincingly.

Jungkook frowns. “You promised you wouldn't do the telepathy thing when there's other people in the room.”

“We weren't,” Yoongi lies. He does it so casually. It sounds so effortless, so real. If Yoongi wanted to double cross them, they wouldn’t stand a fucking chance.

But Namjoon likes to think he’d be able to tell, somehow.

Jungkook squints at him, then at Namjoon. His trust in them is clearly battling it out with his instincts here, and the latter is winning.

He opens his mouth to say something, but then a shout of 'Jungkook-ah!' comes from the balcony and his whole body just answers the call.

Sunflower love, Yoongi whispers in Namjoon’s head, and it makes him chuckle.

Jimin's back from evening patrol, floating outside the balcony with a smile that’s all Jungkook’s. Poor kid barely manages to not collide with the glass balcony door on his way out. “Hyung!”

He leaps at Jimin and Jimin laughs and twists away, and off they go, flying quickly out of sight. Namjoon can hear them laughing still, even when they've flown away. Loud, loud love filing up the skies.

Turning back to Yoongi, he finds him already looking. They lock eyes for a moment, and Namjoon almost expects something else to come in, some other whispered thought.

But Yoongi just gets up, picking up his and Namjoon's now empty plates from the table. He shuffles off to the kitchen, the drag of his feet on the carpet as familiar to Namjoon as his own breathing.

part three.

It goes south way too early.

The city had said it was supposed to be a simple retrieval mission. It had rang alarm bells in Namjoon’s brain since the beginning, the fact that they needed all seven in something that was meant to be that easy, but he didn’t have much of a choice.

He should have said something. They’d have been better prepared, at least.

They were separated almost immediately. Always bad news. It's the middle of the night. Namjoon's practically lost track of Jin. Hobi must have been separated from Tae and Jimin inside the building, because Namjoon's picking up that very specific kind of panic that only happens when he's on his own. He can see Jungkook, but he's way more erratic than usual, trying to fend people off left and right.

Yoongi's up in the top of this 30 goddamn story building, so he's farther than Namjoon would like.

Namjoon’s stuck on the ground, trying to help Jungkook the best he can, subdue the back up people that keep coming at them. He's managing, but only just. He's taken a couple punches that he's going to definitely feel later, and there was a kick to the ribs that made him lose his breath. Yoongi was in his head immediately, calming him down.

Worried doesn’t begin to describe the tight feeling in Namjoon’s stomach right now. The others have been in there for too long. What if they were taken? What if something happened and they're passed out? He can't hear anything like that from them, but honestly, that kick got him good, so if it happened then, he wouldn't know—

Another kick, to his back this time, and now he's sprawled on the floor, on his stomach, and someone's keeping him down with a knee to his back. Ow ow fucking ow. He doesn't have time for this, he needs to go inside and look for the others—and shit, okay, it's getting harder to breathe with all this weight on his back. Yoongi's in his head, telling him what to do, but Namjoon can't really move right now.

Namjoon, answer me.

He can’t. He’s getting more lightheaded, his head heavy, heavy…

From one second to the next, the weight is off his back and he's being hoisted up in Jungkook's arms, and then flown up and up and up. His head spins and spins, but Jungkook holds him tightly, so he knows he’s safe.

Namjoon’s feet touch the ground, and he almost crumples. It’s only when he hears Yoongi’s voice, his real, soothing voice, telling Jungkook something, he realises he’s on the rooftop of the building.

He’s being gently laid down to the floor, Jungkook cupping the back of his head to make sure he’s not hurt. “See you soon, hyung,” he says with an encouraging smile, despite the dirt all over his clothes, the evidence of a punch to his cheek. He squeezes Namjoon's shoulder once and then he's off, flying off the roof and down.

“Where's he going?' Namjoon manages, between a cough that rattles his whole ribcage. The doctor's going to yell at him again.

“To find them, obviously. Don't move.”

“By himself? Hyung, there were so many people—”

“I know where there are people and where not. I said, don't move. I need to concentrate.”

Namjoon pays attention then, and Yoongi looks just as much of a wreck as Namjoon feels. His heart is beating too fast, he's clenching his jaw. He's sitting on the floor, eyes closed, communicating with one or more of their people, hopefully, but it's taking a lot out of him.

Namjoon gets up, walks a few steps away, and carefully looks over the ledge. There's still people down there, but he can't see Jungkook anywhere. It feels like his blood is boiling. He's nervous all over. If he breathes too deep, it hurts. He walks to the other side of the roof and paces, trying to keep out of Yoongi’s way.

Clearly, he’s not successful.

“How is that not moving. I was clear.”

“Sorry. I’m stressing.”

“Stop it then.”

“That does not help.”

Yoongi lets out a sigh that Namjoon’s only ever heard from him at the utmost heights of frustration. He feels scolded, shrinking back into the concrete wall.

“Come here.”

Namjoon frowns. Didn’t he say to stay away? To not break his concentration? He walks and stands in front of Yoongi, unsure.

Yoongi opens his eyes, looks up at him. His hair is flying wildly around his face with all the wind up here, and Namjoon suddenly wants to hold it back for him. Yoongi grabs his hand and pulls him down. Namjoon goes, a bit inelegantly.

“Now what?”

Yoongi takes his hands, threads their fingers together.

“Now I show you how to calm down, so you can let me do my fucking job,” he says, but there's no bite to it, just exhausted stress.

He closes his eyes and focuses on Yoongi’s voice. The feeling of his hands grasping at Namjoon’s. He follows Yoongi's instructions, empties his mind and forgets about anything else but the little circle of them, hands joined and knees touching.

Even when Namjoon’s breathing goes back to normal, they don’t pull away. Yoongi's not letting go, so Namjoon's not about to either. Maybe it helps Yoongi. Grounds him, something. Namjoon's useless otherwise right now, so he's going to do all he can.

Yoongi's eyes are closed again, head slightly bowed. Occasionally, he'll mumble something aloud. Namjoon watches him. on the ground, it was all a fight, but up here it feels so still. He could almost forget what's going on below.

For them to go.

This feels familiar. They’ve been here before. Namjoon often gets overwhelmed with the sheer noise of the others, and his feet take him straight to Yoongi’s room. The door is always already cracked open, and Yoongi doesn't need more than a simple could you? before nodding and holding his hands out for Namjoon's. So similar to how they're sitting now, to make a quiet, peaceful little mind place for him to go.

The wind’s settled into a breeze, and it ruffles Yoongi's hair.

Namjoon stares.

The mumbling is coming more frequently now. He's probably giving the others directions, but Namjoon's not hearing the words. He's stuck on the sound, the soft low sound of Yoongi's voice. His memories are filled with it, but he’s brought back to early mornings, before the rest of them had woken up. Yoongi's hunched shoulders next to the coffee maker, like being close to it would make the coffee brew faster, his scratchy voice as he told Namjoon what he filled his night with when sleep just wasn't on the table.

He always talked whenever possible instead of just directly thinking at Namjoon, even though it was easier for him. Namjoon told him once it felt too much like his mind isn't his when Yoongi did that, and Yoongi always remembered it, even in the early mornings, after two hours of miserable tortured sleep.

Yoongi opens his eyes, and lightning strikes through Namjoon.

“They should be on their way out.” He gets up, hands slipping away.

Namjoon brings himself back to reality. He follows him up. Yoongi's biting at the inside of his cheek, looking over the ledge Jungkook jumped off.

“You can't hear them?”

Yoongi shakes his head. "It was too much. I couldn't keep it going anymore.”

He's tapping his foot on the ground nervously, leaning heavily onto the wall. He’s unbalanced, worry the only thing keeping him upright. He looked so collected just a second ago, but now that he can’t help them anymore, he’s small again.

Namjoon knows this, too.

It’s his turn.

Namjoon steps next to him, takes his hand again. “Can you hear me, if I do this?”

Yoongi looks at him, confused. When Namjoon intertwines their fingers, his eyes flicked down, watching. “Yeah.”

Namjoon nods. “Okay. Listen.”

He concentrates. He finds the five heartbeats he could pick out of thousands. It’s easier now that he’s calmer himself, that he doesn’t feel like he’s about to faint. He focuses hard, hard, until the sound of them fills his head, until his own and Yoongi's blend into it together, until they feel it down to their toes.

Namjoon's trying not to think too much about the tiny life changing thing that he just realized a minute ago and had no time to process—not when he's got an even more direct link than usual to the person it concerns directly. Some of that holding back must show though, because Yoongi squeezes his hand and says, softly, “Namjoon-ah.”

Namjoon looks, and it's truly insane he never noticed the way his chest goes tight at the sight of Yoongi looking back. It's happened to him a lot, he remembers it now—he just…didn't notice.

It was just always there. A subtle, ever present hey.

Yoongi moves a little bit closer, frowning a little, and Namjoon has just enough time to think yes, to want Yoongi much closer, when Jungkook shoots up into sight and lands in front of them.

“HYUNG! We did it!” His smile is huge and relieved, his hair is wild, his eyes are bright.

Yoongi's shoulders relax, his fingers tightening around Namjoon’s.

In a flash, Jungkook's up and ready to go down again, too quick for Namjoon to react.

“Jungkook-ah!” Yoongi yells from next to him, in a voice way too loud for his disheveled, exhausted appearance. “Get us down!”

“I'm coming back! I need to go make sure the others made it back to headquarters. I just saw them drive away. You're safe up here for a bit. Oh, here!” He tosses a tiny packet of trail mix to them. Namjoon barely manages to catch it, saving it from free-falling down thirty floors. “Have it while you wait. I'll be back in a flash, okay?”

Yoongi lets out a surprised laugh. “You carry fucking trail mix in your uniform?”

Jungkook's already on the way down. “I get snacky!”

Namjoon's eyes are wide, and he's holding on to the tiny packet. “He gets snacky,” Namjoon mumbles with a slightly shocked nod, and Yoongi just…loses it.

He doesn't think he's ever seen Yoongi laugh this hard. His shoulders are shaking, pressed into Namjoon's side. He’s ducked down, so Namjoon can’t see his face, but he can feel him all over.

He smiles helplessly, throws an arm around Yoongi's shoulders and chuckles along with him, trail mix clutched tightly in his other hand. Yoongi almost calms down, but then he catches sight of it again and off he goes back into chuckletown, gripping Namjoon's shirt.

Namjoon just watches until Yoongi's settled a little, riding out a last wave of giggles. Namjoon cannot look the fuck away. They're on the top floor of one of the tallest buildings in the city, an ocean of lights underneath them, and Namjoon hasn't even glanced at it once.

And this…this feels loud.

“Hyung,” Namjoon says. He lets the packet fall to the floor as he turns to face him properly.

Yoongi looks up, eyebrows up in question, smile still lingering all pretty in the corners of his mouth. Namjoon pulls him close, and kisses him.

It's hard, as intense as his relief—the mission is done, they're all safe, Yoongi laughed against him, held his hand—it's all happened before, but not like this. It feels like he's gained another sense entirely. Like he’d just been blind his whole life and simply hadn’t noticed until his world exploded with color.

He never stopped to wonder what Yoongi might kiss like, but here it is: a small gasp, fingers in his shirt pulling him closer at first, instinctive, like his body isn’t even in control anymore. He normally only gets Yoongi’s voice through the link, but right now Namjoon can almost discern a feeling, something soft and yielding and surprised.

Yoongi pulls back with confused, furrowed brows, but eyes full of quiet hope.

“Namjoon-ah.” Just that. Just his name.

Namjoon smiles and looks back at him, quiet and steady. Had it been anyone else, he might be embarrassed. The way he just did it like that, so dramatic, so out of the blue—but it’s Yoongi. Yoongi knows him inside and out.

Yoongi darts his tongue out to his lower lip, and Namjoon knows, because he knows Yoongi inside and out too, that it’s an invitation.

Namjoon leans back in, slower this time. Giving Yoongi time to pull away, just in case he’s wrong.

He’s not. They kiss again, and it's soft and deliberate and goddamn fucking precious, and Namjoon was right, he does feel like he's bursting with it.

A smile slowly grows on Yoongi's face, one of those shy ones that make him look so young. He's looking down somewhere, but his hands are fisted tight in Namjoon's shirt.

Namjoon draws Yoongi in again and again with a hand on his nape, gripping. Kisses his neck once, waits to see if it's okay. Gets a small, pleased exhale. Does it again.

“Your heart’s beating fast,” Namjoon whispers, voice rough.

“I’ve been through a lot in the past half hour,” Yoongi responds, voice almost normal--but Namjoon can hear the jittery feeling bubbling underneath, the little smile that can’t quite be held back.

He drops a kiss to Yoongi’s head, his beautiful, exhausted brain that saved them all. “It’s okay, hyung,” he whispers. “You can rest now.”

Yoongi lets out a shuddery exhale, a sound that Namjoon’s becoming rapidly addicted to. He puts his arms around Namjoon's waist, drops his head on Namjoon's shoulder. They breathe together, and Namjoon finds himself holding on tighter. He curls into him, trying to keep him safe from the rising wind up here. Someone’s shaking—Namjoon can’t tell who.

That's how Jungkook finds them later. He taps them on the shoulder to separate them and just smiles at them, like nothing's different.

Namjoon thinks maybe he was the last to know.

#my works #drabble #namgi #namgi au #kim namjoon/min yoongi #namgi fic

[minjooning]

just a few headcanons about basketball enthusiast yoongi and his supportive himbo bf namjoon

with yoongi most likely heading to japan to watch the nba games in tokyo this week i've been thinking a lot about basketball player yoongi dragging his big dumb boyfriend namjoon to all his games despite the fact he knows virtually nothing about the sport (but he goes along with it because he loves yoon like that)

yoongi's the shortest on his team but he's the best damn shooting guard they've ever had. namjoon's able to figure this out pretty quickly the first time he watches him play and win a tournament, and the way yoongi's face lights up whenever he talks about the sport is so fucking cute that nj decides to brush up on his basketball knowledge so his baby has someone to talk about his hobby with

soon enough joon's an expert in basketball even though he's never stepped foot on the court in his life. he watches nba games with yoon every week after work, shoots hoops with him at the park, cheers the loudest at his games whenever his team wins. hell, he could probably list every player under the lakers in his sleep at this rate. best of all, once the spectators and other players vacate the sports hall, namjoon rushes out of his seat and onto the court to pick yoongi up and kiss him under the net :')

#bts namgi #namjoon x yoongi #namgi fic #namgi au #bts headcanons #bts fic #bts drabble #kim namjoon #min yoongi #suga #rm #sorry this is so rushed i just needed to let it out of my system #basketball player yoongi is very special to me #i love namgi so much

[witchygoogie]

Friday Nights

Sometimes, happiness is nothing but a routine to share with who is most important. Yoongi always lived following that line and Namjoon followed along easily.

A Namgi drabble on ao3.

#namgi #yoongi #namjoon #drabble #bts fanfic #fanfic #bangtan fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #rpf #seemy fics

[ugh-yoongi]

hii! thanks for answering my ask about your favorite namjoon fics 🥰 could you recommend your favorite yoongi fics if you haven't done it yet? thank you soo much! 💗

you got it 🫡

most of these works contain mature themes/content. please heed tags and do not engage with any explicit work if you are a minor!

i know there are a bunch i’ve forgotten, so please reblog and share your own work and your faves!

also, please note: there are a lot of fics on these lists that are posted to ao3. it has recently come out that a volunteer was removed from their position for being pro-palestine (you can find the twt thread here). i am in the process of looking for a better alternative, but until then, it is unfortunately probably the best way to share these stories. while i personally won’t be posting to or reading on ao3 for the time being, how you choose to engage going forward is completely up to you! i just wanted to make sure i was being transparent.

yoongi x reader

love language by @gukslut

please be naked and first and last and always by @floralseokjin

the dinner party by @anotherbtswriter

straight shooter by @snackhobi

winter: you're the one that bloomed me by @hot-soop

moonlit throne by @hobidreams

miss dial by @versigny

a love that endures by @cinnaminsvga

want a taste? by @suga-kookiemonster

cyberslut by @kimnjss

tip of the iceberg by @fortunexkookie

greedy by @xjoonchildx

boseong breakfast by @honeymoonjin

vogue by @gukyi

tell me what you want by @wwilloww

wine & budapest by @junghelioseok

the second time & stop thinking about me by @yoongiphoria

drip by @here2bbtstrash

cybersex by @gimmethatagustd

vows (and all the associated drabbles) by @hamsterclaw

darksided by @eoieopda

the pink pill by @dollfaceksj

volume

as always, mxm recs under the cut!

member x member

namgi: see namjoon recs here

sope: see hoseok recs here

yoonjin: see seokjin recs here

yoonkook: see jk recs here + fang fucker by @sailoryooons

atoms and empty space (yoonmin)

love maze (yoonmin)

there's a piece of you in how i dress (yoonmin)

cute, baby (yoonmin)

inevitabilities (yoonmin)

our beginnings never know our ends (yoonmin)

since feeling is first (yoonmin)

it's bad enough we get along so well (yoonmin)

he's what you want (i'm what you need) [yoonmin]

maybe i hate you can be our always (yoonmin)

smooth strip (yoonmin)

map of the sounds (taegi)

the romance of old clothes (taegi)

inside and out (taegi)

siren of the interstate (taegi)

espresso marmalade (taegi)

after all, all this time (taegi)

what happens in uni series (taegi)

return to baseline (taegi)

vanilla sweetheart (taegi)

nothing lasts forever (taegi)

wassily kandinsky improvisation 31 sea battle (taegi)

shots fired (taegi)

yachtgi series (taegi)

#yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #bts x reader #bts smut #yoongi fanfic #yoongi imagine #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #bts imagines #myg #fic rec

[bulletproofscales]

BTS nsfw one shots

same page, same number on the scale (ot3 - taejikook - fat maknae line - hurt/comfort - misunderstandings )

a reason to eat (ot7 - jimin centric- fat jimin - kinda angsty at first - bpdy worship)

happy relationship weight (ot7 - seokjin centric - chubby seokjin - hurt/comfort - overstimulation)

what to do on free days (established ot7- namjoon x seokjin x yoongi x hoseok x jimin - namjoon centric - stuffing - overstimulation - sub/dom)

part 2 (namtaekook - public place)

dense and persistent (taekook - chubby jungkook - slowburn-ish - hurt/comfort-ish)

lunch break (yoonjin - obese yoongi - stuffing - pinning - public place - degrading)

BEANS (unfinished- taejin - obese seokjin - farmer taehyung- stuffing - sexual tension - nsfwish

seven days a week ( OT7 , Jungkok centric , fat ot6 )

draw me like one of your fat boys (taejoon - obese taehyung - professor namjoon - model taehyung - explicit - lots of flirting, pwp )

A nice middle ground (prequel draw me like one of your fat boys) (taekook - jikook ar ein an open relationship - mentions of jihope -kink discovery - stuffing - ripping clothes - getting stuck - breaking chairs - slight nsfw )

i wanna be keeping you warm (namgi , plumber porn cliche au , fat namjoon, breath play, body odor)

a spooky dick apointment 7/7 (ot7, hoseok centric, monster fucking, noncon-roleplays, every chapter is tagged individually)

i can smell your lies (minjoon , fat namjoon , sweat, underwear sniffing , handjobs)

pump the gas (collab with @jktummies !! namjin, a/b/o, fat seokjin, heat sex, strangers to lovers , stuffing , gas, body odor)

room for three ( jihopekook , threesome , rivalry , pwp , semi public space , fat jeon jungkook . part one in sfw! )

a helping knot (taegi, a/b/o , alpha taehyung, omega yoongi, heat sex, fat yoongi)

making ends meet by making clothes brust (sope , chubby yoongi , pwp , maid cafe , semi public sex , mentions of drug use/selling , sex work, stuffing , handjobs , d/s dynamics )

a shift in the balance (ot7 with vmin centric, feedee taehyung, feedee jimin, mutual weigth gain, kink discovery)

flowerworks (namkook , established relationship witch namjoon, miscommunication, hurt comfort, power play, magic sex) 

first times (drabble, taegi, trans FTM taehyung, fat yoongi, oral sex, eating out) 

a live reaction to old crushes (jikook , bjs , fat gamer jk , humilaition , body shaming )

#ignore this post!! #rearranging my masterlist

[minisugakoobies]

wip challenge: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous they are. let people send you an ask with any titles most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips. (you can make your own post or reblog this one!)

Thank you for the tags @seokjinsonlyone and @moni-logues! 💕

The Rules

Untamed Hearts

"disgusting puppy" Han

Take You on a Ride

Hexed

YoonKook Multiverse

Down and Out

SKZ + BTS drabble series

Angry Narrator

Untitled Felix series

Namjoon ghost story

Fuckboi!JK

Librarian!JK

Play That Back

Namgi in Paris

…embarrassingly, I have so many more, including updates for Paradise and Versus, but I'll cut it off here!

Please keep me company as I do some writing tonight while staying up for Seven's mv drop and send me some asks! You can ask about my series updates too! 💕

Tagging: @augustbutwinter @btsgotjams27 @here4kpopfics @kithtaehyung @borahae-k @jessikahathaway I hate tagging too many because I never know who has already been tagged so if you also want to play, go for it, no pressure as always! 💜

#wip challenge #fanfic #please keep me company and send some asks! #ask games

[rainbowsuitcase]

Namjoon X Yoongi - Small

Small dick Namjoon who doesn’t realize his new boyfriend Yoongi is a massive size queen until he blurts it out on a night out with their friends. All their friends laugh and Namjoon sits there, completely devastated while tipsy Yoongi brags about the new Bad Dragon dildo he ordered.

Namjoon quickly realizes that the moment Yoongi sees what he’s packing - or rather, not packing - he'll break up with him. So he decides to take what he can get, taking Yoongi on so many dates while at the same time coming up with more and more ridiculous excuses why he can’t have sex with him - studying, morning classes, fake emergency phone calls and headaches but the excuses run out eventually and he realizes he needs to stop wasting Yoongi's time.

Judging from how many times Yoongi asks him if he’s sure, Namjoon knows he doesn’t look very excited for their first time, but he refuses to back out now. So when Yoongi touches his waistband with a raised eyebrow, Namjoon just wrenches his eyes shut and nods.

The cold air hits him and everything freezes. Namjoon is so nervous his dick isn’t even hard and he knows it looks even smaller like this. He tenses, ready for Yoongi to laugh, to mock him, to get up and walk away.

He’s not ready for the hands on his thighs, forcing his legs apart, the bed dipping as Yoongi moves, a moan escaping from his mouth, hot breath brushing over Namjoon's dick and making him shake. 

"Fuck," Yoongi groans. "You're perfect."

Turns out Yoongi calls himself a size queen because he can appreciate dicks of all sizes - and he hasn’t had one like Namjoon's yet.

#bit #smut #namgi smut #bts smut #namjoon x yoongi #size queen yoongi #but like in a wholesome way #small dick namjoon #rare trope but so delicious #bts drabble #bts fic #namjoon smut #yoongi smut

[gimmethatagustd]

The 100 Drabble Challenge is brought to you by the exceptional mind of my bestie Hali @sailoryooons who thought this could be a fun way for us to expand our writing in 2024. Every week, we'll write drabbles from a list of 100 tropes. Let’s be real, though, we all know I’ll probably turn at least some of them into oneshots rather than true drabbles because I’m insane. I hope you all enjoy the stories we create!

Taglist: If you want to be tagged in ONLY the Drabble Challenge, you need to submit this taglist Google form. If you want to be tagged in ALL my fics (including the Challenge), you need to submit this taglist Google form. Your email will not be collected for either.

Updated April 1, 2024

Sweet Dreams | Established Relationship | Dom/Sub | Kinks | Smut

Seokjin loves when you paint your nails pink.

Morals On Sundays | FWB | Angst | Fluff | Smut

You’re still in love with your ex-boyfriend. Yoongi offers some help to get over him.

Jai is currently working on these.

↳ Come back later!

Definitely Today, Satan | Neighbors AU | Smut | Bad Humor

After having a strange dream about your hot neighbor, you realize it might be time to finally make your move. Dreams are a sign from the universe, right?

Gang Shit | Kidfic | Single Parent/DILF | Fluff | Humor

Your daughter’s classmate has a really hot dad. Apparently, you’re his arch-nemesis.

Technicolor | Dystopian | Strangers to Lovers | Smut

Love is one hell of a drug. Bottled and sold on the black market, it isn't for the faint-hearted. You're not really interested in trying it until you meet Jimin.

Collard Greens | Weed Fic | Summer Camp AU | Friends to Lovers | Smut | Fluff

Working as a counselor at a summer camp for kids isn’t the most exciting job, but hanging out with Taehyung makes it worth it.

New Flame | A/B/O | Strangers to Lovers | Smut

Flame is a dating app designed for omegas and alphas to find heat and rut partners. You're skeptical of using the app, not anticipating that you might find someone who is more than just a new flame.

Oxygen | Mafia | Established Relationship | Smut | Angst

If you get caught, you'll both die. Jungkook wants to be yours anyway.

Sunday Smut Book Club | Namgi | Idiots to Lovers | Library AU | Smut | Crack

The cute librarian at Yoongi's local library hosts an adult-only book club. As a fanfiction smut writer himself, Yoongi is intrigued.

Ultra Thin & Extra Sensitive | Taekook | FWBs | Grocery Store AU | Smut | Fluff

It takes an impromptu trip to buy condoms for Jungkook to finally confess his feelings to Taehyung.

Bad Boy, Good Lips | Jihope | Superheroes & Villains | College AU | Smut

Hoseok is a superhero’s sidekick. Jimin is a villain. They make it work.

Take What's Yours | Jikook | Pistilverse | Arranged Marriage | Smut | Angst

To secure his rightful place as next in line to the throne, Jimin must marry the neighboring kingdom’s youngest heir, Jungkook. Jimin is prepared for his kingdom’s invasive marriage traditions, including the need to prove that the marriage has been consummated. Unfortunately, Jungkook is not.

The Wind Speaks | Vmin | Mermaid/Siren | Yandere

Something’s living under the dock at the Kim family’s beach house.

Disclaimer: All my writing is fictional and for entertainment purposes only. None of these characters are meant to actually represent the real people mentioned in the stories. It’s #NotThatDeepYall.

All rights reserved © @gimmethatagustd​ - Do not copy, repost, modify, or translate any of my writing. Do not use my writing for any AI purposes whatsoever. Do not use my fics for anything aside from reading them and commenting on them tbh. My fics will only be posted on this Tumblr and on AO3 (gimmethatagustd & daddytaehyungie). Request an AO3 account here. 

#100 drabble challenge #masterlist #jai writes #gimmethatagustd

[hopepoint]

Untitled Still Life I

- M | chapter 1/1 | 3k

- requited love | modern [ very low key ] fantasy

Five years, five years and Namjoon can read Yoongi like sheet music. Maybe it’s because of the moonlight and the fact that he is no longer trapped in the artificial glow of their studio. They tried their best, golden lights no blue hue. If they could make a studio out in the middle of the woods and make it realistically work, they would.

Or maybe it’s just the smell of cherry and the soft warmth radiating from underneath Namjoon’s sweatshirt into Yoongi’s fingers that is soothing the restlessness inside him.

#namgi #bts namgi #bts fic #bts ff #bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts drabble #bts au fanfic #bts ffs

[savventeen]

mr. sandman, bring me a dream

pairing: woozi x gn!reader rating: T (for one f-bomb lol) wc: 0.8k warnings: unhealthy sleeping/working habits, vague mentions of mental health issues, mentions of self-esteem issues, confessions tags: is this considered angst??, emotional h/c??, i honestly don't know how to categorize this, it's not fluff but it's still soft?? i think???, idolverse summary: jihoon overworks himself (again) and gets secretly cuddled by reader (i don't know how to summarize this either i'm sorry) a/n: this was originally a namgi drabble i wrote for the prompt 'things you said when you thought i was asleep'

A weight dipping down on the bed behind him drags Jihoon into a reluctant semi-consciousness.

He's vaguely aware of the fact that he's not entirely sure how he ended up here. The last thing he remembers is chugging his third (fourth? fifth?) diet coke slash redbull combo and pulling up the track that's been driving him insane for the last thirty-six hours, and then... nothing.

If he were anyone else, he would probably be concerned about the apparent lost time. But this isn't the first time he's woken up in bed after passing out at the studio. Both he and Soonyoung are no strangers to being forcefully dragged home by worried members finding them having worked themselves half to death.

Though "woken up" is a very generous term in this instance. He's still mostly in dreamland, and he's tempted to let himself tilt all the way back into the warm and comfortable darkness, but something keeps him from drifting off completely.

Whoever's behind him sighs, long and heavy. It's the kind of sound someone's lungs make when they're filled with a helpless kind of worry — the kind that doesn't come with an easy fix and so it steadily rises inside them, a slow and murky flood.

If Jihoon were more awake, he'd be worried. And he is worried, but his body and mind are still so exhausted that it's taking every ounce of willpower to hold onto his thin sliver of consciousness.

It's quiet for a while, long enough that Jihoon wonders if the person behind him fell asleep. And then — there's a touch so gentle that he thinks he's imagining it at first. Furtive fingers trace barely-there patterns into the base of his neck, and then they slowly trail up to curl in the ends of his hair.

Something within Jihoon both warms and freezes at the touch.

It's not that the touch is unwanted. In fact, the touch is very much wanted, craved even. But— but. The part of him that's always so angry and sad and confused, the shadow that lives inside him and begs him to sabotage every good thing — it is so very good at convincing him that he doesn't deserve that kind of softness. That his edges have become too sharp, too jagged.

While the shadow sleeps, Jihoon lets himself soak up the feeling like a sponge.

The fingers leave after a few moments, only to be replaced by a warm hand curled around his sheet-covered shoulder. A thumb moves back and forth across the fabric, a comforting metronome that almost sends Jihoon back into a peaceful slumber. But then the thumb pauses, and he thinks he hears whoever's behind him whisper fuck it, and then someone's nose is tucked up against his back between his shoulder blades and an arm is wrapped over his waist and tucked up near his chest.

Suddenly, maddeningly, Jihoon finds himself being held.

And it's nice. So nice. He can't remember the last time he let himself be held like this, let himself be cradled without overthinking every square inch of touch.

The person sighs again, the weight of the world fanning out across Jihoon's back in a warm breath that seeps through the thin layers of fabric and directly into his skin.

"I wish you'd let us love you, Jihoonie."

The voice is a murmur, barely audible in the silence of the bedroom, but Jihoon hears it. He hears it and knows it and he realizes — it's you.

Then the words process in his sleep-addled mind, and his heart aches. It whispers, I don't think I know how.

"I wish... I wish you'd let me love you. Let me take care of you." The words keep tumbling near-silent out of your mouth, a secret only barely given breath. "And not just when you're asleep. You—" You hug Jihoon tighter against your chest, and Jihoon's never felt so conflictingly filled and hollowed out, exhaustion swirling everything up inside him. "If you aren't going to take care of yourself, love yourself, then you have to let us do it for you."

I don't think I know how, Jihoon thinks again, helplessly. The melancholy in your voice hurts him, but he's held onto consciousness too long already, and he feels himself slipping back under, his thoughts falling away like sand between his fingers.

"I love you so much, Jihoonie." A vow, one you must think is swallowed by the silence for no one else to hear.

Jihoon hears.

"Please let me."

Before sleep is able to completely overtake him, he clings to one last thought. I think I want to learn how to let you.

#woozi x reader #woozi x you #seventeen writing #svt writing #jihoon x reader #jihoon x you #seventeenweeklyarticle #while typing this up i realized i use/reference metronomes a lot in my writing #not entirely sure what to do with this information lol #anyway i hope y'all enjoy this #savv writes #savv fics

[minjooning]

thinking about namgi insisting to everyone they're not a couple but being so sickeningly sweet & affectionate with each other in private

it just makes so much sense to me like whenever they're out in public and joon starts to sneak his arm around yoongi's waist, he'll quickly swat it off and mutter something under his breath. or when they're out with friends namjoon will deliberately walk behind yoongi or sit the furthest away from him on the bus because they're totally not a couple. if the question is raised, they both scoff and roll their eyes immediately because seriously, who in their right mind would suggest such a thing?

but back in their apartment they're snuggled under a warm blanket watching one of those american sitcoms namjoon likes with cups of hot coco and their dog sleeping peacefully at the foot of their bed. yoongi is curled up in namjoon's lap, resting his head on his broad chest, and every so often namjoon will press a gentle kiss to his forehead and reminds him how much he loves him ♡

#bts namgi #namjoon x yoongi #namgi fic #bts drabble #bts headcanons #bts fic #kim namjoon #min yoongi #rm #suga #rm x suga #bts fluff #i'm a sucker for any and every namgi dynamic

[vminkookminv]

🔞snippet: patreon drabbles (5400 words)

namgikook: omegaverse, loss of virginity

Part 1:

Even before Jungkook presented as an omega, he loved the scent of the pack alphas. His nose wasn’t yet developed in the true omegean sense, but he still loved to take a piece of their clothing (with their permission, of course) to take to bed. Scented to perfection—perhaps a sweater or scarf, sometimes a pillow one of them had slept on—it was the best thing to come back to and snuggle up with after a long day.

Jungkook couldn’t wait to become an omega and know his alphas in the way that the rest of their pack did. All he had, until he presented, was the thought of breathing in his future mates as he slept, without the slightest inkling that it was just a taste of what was coming for him.

Now, trapped between his alphas, their scents overpower him like nothing he’s ever known. Two alphas on either side of him, caging him in—nosing at his neck like they can’t get enough. Their large hands simply can’t stay off, petting every available surface of bare skin, and making the omega shiver delicately. His alphas have waited so long to claim him.

Yoongi’s teeth graze against Jungkook’s neck, an accident, but it makes Namjoon snarl in warning. As part of their pack rules, they can’t mate him, not yet. But they can do other things.

“Your alpha’s so worked up, he can’t hold himself back,” Namjoon chuckles against Jungkook’s ear, his deep voice reverberating down his spine. Yoongi shoots daggers with his eyes at Namjoon, replacing his teeth with tongue and lips, forcing out the sweetest sounds from Jungkook’s throat.

“They dressed you up, made you so pretty for us,” Yoongi drawls, wet lips against Jungkook’s exposed collarbone, “How am I supposed to stop myself?”

Jungkook’s useless hands ball into fists as Yoongi drags the strap of his top down his shoulder with his teeth. Namjoon has a firm hold on his waist, encircling it almost entirely as he undoes the other strap.

The front of the top falls open as Namjoon undoes the intricate ribbons at the back. Jungkook gasps as his chest comes into view, and then his entire upper half—because Yoongi rips the rest of the fabric off.

______________________

Part 1 Summary and Tags:

Jungkook presents as an omega. As pack alphas, Namjoon and Yoongi rightfully claim what’s theirs. 

Tags: very traditional a/b/o dynamics, pack alphas namgi, virgin omega jungkook, innocence kink, virginity kink, innocent jungkook, possessive alphas, manhandling, nipple play, scent kink, size difference, making it fit; post scene: strict alphas, chastity, inspection, double penetration

🔗Click to read Part 1 on Patreon (2700 words)

______________________

Part 2:

“Ah, has our little omega missed us too?” Namjoon teases him.

Jungkook whines, pulling him back by the shirt for another kiss. Heat pools in his belly as Namjoon kisses back twice as fiercely. His tongue licks over his lips, like he’s asking for permission.

He already has it. Jungkook parts his lips a millimeter, and Namjoon’s tongue slips in, exploring deeper until Jungkook is positively whimpering into his mouth.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” comes Yoongi’s voice, sounding like he’s eager to join. Jungkook turns his face to look at him, while Namjoon’s mouth kisses a line down his jaw, before nipping at the curve of his neck. Jungkook looks at Yoongi half-lidded and blissed out.

“Come in, alpha,” Jungkook says, signaling to his nest with his chin.

“Yeah?” Namjoon rumbles. “You can take both of us together?”

Jungkook conceals a shiver as Namjoon caresses his neck with his tongue.

“I can.”

______________________

Part 2 Summary and Tags:

Every night that Namjoon and Yoongi play with him, Jungkook can’t believe he’s theirs. Theirs to handle, to look after, and to take care of his every need.

Tags: sweet on the surface, traditional a/b/o, omega jungkook, alphas namgi, needy jungkook, possessive alphas, double penetration, belly bulge, crying jungkook, overstimulation, rimming, anal fingering, blowjobs, praise kink, creampie

🔗Click to read Part 2 on Patreon (2700 words)

Link to my Patreon

Unlock 70+ exclusive subkoo drabbles at the lowest tier ($3)!

#sub jungkook #patreon #bottom jungkook #bottomkook

[violetsiren90]

🌤☔️!!

Thank you for the ask, Yoon! I just love these 😊💕

I'm going to add a cut, because whenever I share my stuff, brevity escapes me ENTIRELY...😅🤷‍♀️

⛅: Favorite piece of dialogue in an WIP

I love this exchange between Hobi and Yoongi in one of my WTMS drabbles that I'm working on. (This drabble visits where Yoongi and MC are at in the same moment during their years apart, and Yoongi is meeting Hoseok for drinks):

Below the cut

"Alright, old buddy, what's got you down?" 

The slim, dark-haired young man slid into the booth across from Yoongi. The older man's eyes softened slightly, and his mouth quirked up into a small smile as he regarded his companion over a swig of Pacifico.

"Who says I'm down?" he asked in a mildly affronted tone, drawing a hand over his beer-slicked lips.

The other man's mouth broke into a toothy smile, his lips pulling into a heart-shaped grin as he let out a boisterous peal of laughter.

"You never call these days unless you are," he rejoined, grabbing a foggy acrylic standee from the center of the table and squinting at its small list of beverages. "Geez, they really don't have much of a selection here, do they?" 

Yoongi snorted.

"Since when are you an alcohol connoisseur? You don't even drink, Hoba."

"I do too!"

A waitress slid a food menu in front of Hoseok, who trailed wide eyes up her tattooed arm to her bright blue pixie cut with a thick swallow.

"Our mango ahi tacos are on special tonight," she hummed with a wink.

The young man's ears flushed a bright shade of crimson as he stammered something about passing on the food but wondering if they had any ciders. She pocketed her tongue in her cheek as she flicked her eyes to Yoongi.

"You hungry?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow and tilting a hip clad in low-slung cargo pants and a studded belt in his direction. Yoongi looked up at her and shook his head, taking another sip of beer.

"Hm, damn shame," she hummed, flicking her eyes over him a last time before sauntering back to the bar.

Hoseok tracked her every move with a slack jaw, craning his neck to watch her slip through the kitchen door before turning his face - features, still frozen in lascivious astonishment - back to his friend.

"Holy shit, hyung," he murmured, covering his mouth with both hands, "You could see her nipple piercings right through her shirt!"

Yoongi grunted in assent, trailing a cloudy gaze over the table's waxy surface as he picked at the bottle's damp label.

"You gonna get her number?"

"What?" Yoongi shifted in his seat, eyes refocusing on his friend.

Hoseok sighed.

"No, you're not. This is about her, isn't it?"

Yoongi glanced down at his beer again, then raised it to his lips and drained the bottle.

☔: Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

I have one that I will probably never get around to, but that I like to daydream about from time to time: Pirates of the Caribbean via BTS.

Basically a reader-insert OT7 pirate AU that centers around a Namgi rivalry where Namjoon is the notorious captain of the bloodthirsty Bangtan crew, and Yoongi is his erstwhile first-mate (banished from the crew and now on a mission of revenge).

For the members in Namjoon's crew I always think of Jin as the cook a la Long John Silver (with the parrot, without the peg-leg), Hobi as Namjoon's new first-mate, and VMIN as crew members who are lovers AND are actually sirens Namjoon freed from human enslavement and who now crew Namjoon's ship out of loyalty and gratitude (wouldn't they be scary and sexy though???).

MC and Jungkook would fit in as strangers who end up on Yoongi's ship seeking your own ends (stowaways? captives?). There would definitely be romance involved, lol.

I'll probably never write it, but if anyone sees this and gets inspired, please feel free to steal the idea!

Thanks again for these asks, Yoon!! Love you!! 😘😘😘

If you want to send me an emoji or two, I'll answer about my WIP's!

#mermail 💌 #mootie cuties #ask games #writer asks #yoons<333 #orchidyoonkook

[ugh-yoongi]

gonna ask again bc i want to know more 😌🙏 7 and 19 plz

u are always welcome here 🫶🏻

7. Post a random line from one of your WIPs.

i wanted to post smth from the namgi blond fic but i couldn’t decide, so here is an entire snippet from the jimin f1 fic

19. What’s a fanfiction trope that you haven’t written yet, but you could imagine/are planning to write?

i have both soulmate and amnesia AUs in the works for some of the birthday/milestone drabbles which i’ve never written before!! rly excited abt the amnesia one in particular 🫣

#jewel answers