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Purple Mist & Candlelight

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Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Genre: fluff, smut, witch au, magic au

Warnings: Witch!Namjoon, mature language, fingering (female receiving), oral (female receiving), dirty talk, edging, aphrodisiacs, use of magic, unprotected sex.

Summary: After finding out that your ex-boyfriend had placed a curse on you, you turn to your witch friend for help. Breaking the curse requires strange methods though, but it’s not like you really mind.

Word count: 7.2K

A/N: Happy Halloween!!! Writing something with plot is pretty new for me, but to say I’m proud of this is an understatement. Also I love Jeon Jeongguk so much and don’t think I don’t. Please leave a comment or ask if you enjoyed it, I’m an attention whore :)

The smell of herbs hit your senses before anything else. It smelled like home, but you didn’t let yourself dwell on that. Namjoon’s place always smelled good, and there was nothing more to it.

The second thing you noticed was that the entire place was filled with purple mist. You didn’t dwell on that, either. Namjoon was probably brewing some concoction to help with warding off evil spirits or something similar. Seeing strange things in this house wasn’t uncommon.

You breathed the unusual scents in and closed the front door behind you. He gave you a key ages ago and told you to let yourself in whenever you visited, it’d just be easier that way. Another thing you didn’t bother to dwell on.

Namjoon was a witch, always surrounded by strangeness. Dwelling on things was never good when it came to him, so you didn’t bother with it.

You found him in the greenhouse. As you suspected, Namjoon stood in front of his cauldron with a wooden spoon in his hand. The purple mist was pouring out of it, tinting his white hair the same hue. He looked nearly mythical in front of his cauldron with purple steam curling around him.

You tried not to stare for too long.

“What’s that?” you asked, and Namjoon jumped a little. He was obviously too focused on his potion to realise you were there. When he looked up, there was a smile on his face, though, dimples on full display.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?”

“Just visiting. Classes are over and I didn’t want to sit at home,” you said and made yourself comfortable on one of the few chairs in the room. “What’re you making?”

Namjoon turned back to his cauldron (you called it a pot once and nearly threw you with a spoon) and surveyed the contents. His chest was slightly puffed up, clearly proud of what he was doing.

“I’m brewing a potion that’s going to help with controlling my dreams.”

“Why would you want to control your dreams?” you asked and Namjoon blushed.

“Let’s not get into that. Anyway it’s a pretty complicated brew and I’ve tried it like a hundred times but it refused to work. Then I tried using fresh lavender instead of dried, and that made a bit of a difference but not enough. I eventually realised my dragon milk was off and had to wait another week for another batch to arrive. It seems to finally be doing what it should.”

“So… the mist is normal?”

“The mist is the potion, my ignorant little human,” he said, smiling coyly. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t keep the little grin off your face.

There were a few moments of silence. Namjoon was stirring his cauldron (pot) with utmost concentration, and you watched him do it. The afternoon sun filtering through the window was tainted purple. It made everything seem altered. Magical.

Namjoon’s eyes were shining with concentration, but also with something else. Something warm and strange and old. It was hypnotising to watch him work. It was always as if you could feel him radiating with magic.

It almost made you forget why you came here in the first place.

“So I have a question,” you finally said after a few minutes of silence.

“I should have known you didn’t just come for my company,” Namjoon said with a raised eyebrow.

“Shut up, I visit you for your company all the time.”

“Not true. You usually visit because you want something and I usually end up giving in.” You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t argue, even if it wasn’t the truth. You just always used it as an excuse to visit him. “What’s your question?” he finished.

“It’s about a curse.”

“Mhmm?”

“I don’t know what it’s called, but it basically makes it impossible for you to orgasm.”

“Sounds like the invidia curse,” Namjoon said absentmindedly, still busying himself with his potion. He added a few drops of something labelled ‘CAUTION HIGHLY TOXIC’ and the pearlescent contents of the cauldron sizzled.

“Right. So like… how does it work?”

“I’m not sure, I’ve never encountered it myself. I can check for you, though,” he said and smiled at you, “Do me a favour and sit over there. If this fucking thing blows up again, I don’t want to hear you moaning about your eyebrows.”

You laughed loudly and did as he said. You didn’t want your eyebrows burnt off again, after all.

He stirred the cauldron two more times and then snapped his fingers, effectively putting out the fire, and his eyes flashed purple as he did so. The sight still left you in awe. You could never get used to him using his magic around you. The thought alone that magic even existed still baffled you, but seeing it was something else entirely.

If you hadn’t met Namjoon, you never would have known about this beautiful, magical world thriving under the radar. You never would have known about magic. You wouldn’t even have known that your ex-boyfriend was a witch if it weren’t for Namjoon.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” you blurted. The words surprised you more than it surprised him. Namjoon looked at you with his brows furrowed and a confused smile on his face.

“Thanks?” he said. You smiled sheepishly.

“It’s just that I never would have known about any of this if it wasn’t for you.”

“Not true,” he said, “you knew about magic your entire life, you just never believed in it.”

“Thank you for making me believe, Joonie,” you said, softer than you intended.

“Thank you for believing, Y/n.”

Namjoon reached behind him and picked up a phial from the cluttered countertop, along with a small purple stone. He whispered strange things to it and dropped the stone into the phial. As if summoned, the mist moved with it. It moved like it was alive, pulling itself from the entire house and into the small container.

Within moments, the mist was gone and Namjoon popped the cork into the phial. The light in the room was left slightly altered purple, but it was hardly noticeable. The phial was filled with a pearlescent purple liquid that looked like it would float if you poured it out. You stared at it with awe, but Namjoon quickly stored it in one of the cabinets filled with other strange bottles and phials.

You spotted a few other labels; ‘WISP TEARS,’ ‘MOON WATER,’ WYRM SCALES.’ Was that a name for an herb or was there actual wyrm scales in that box? You tried not to think about it too much.

“I’m guessing it worked, judging by your puffed up chest,” you teased. Namjoon chuckled and nodded.

“It did, but I almost lost hope at some point.”

You did your best not to stare at his dimples. Your best was clearly not enough though. You kept staring as he led you to the kitchen to make tea. Lemongrass for him and rooibos for you, as usual.

“I still want to know about that curse,” you said when the kettle boiled.

“I can check the grimoire for you.”

“Why is there even a curse that prevents orgasms in your grimoire?” you asked with a frown. Namjoon laughed.

“I don’t know. My grandmother gave it to me, and her father gave it to her and so on. Every time a new witch gets it, they add to it. Some of my ancestors were serious weirdos though. You don’t even want to know about some of the stuff in there.”

“Apparently being a weirdo runs in the family,” you smirked.

“Seems like it. And I wouldn’t want to subject you to get information from a weirdo, so maybe I shouldn’t tell you about the curse.”

“Kidding, kidding. Please tell me.” You hated the desperate tone of your voice, but you were even more desperate than you sounded.

Namjoon laughed, the type of laugh where his mouth was open wide and his eyes were almost closed and you had to stop yourself from staring too long, again. He set down his tea and handed you yours, then walked around the kitchen counter to the bookcase on the other side.

The book he picked up was clearly heavy and bound with black leather. It looked like it was written on the same day that paper was first discovered, and you wouldn’t be surprised if that was really the case. You were sure that the only thing keeping that book together was magic.

He put it on the kitchen counter with a heavy thud and carefully paged through it.

“Here, the invidia curse. It basically means the jealousy curse. ’Only effective on females, usually placed after a lovers quarrel or by a possessive lover.’” he recited.

“Damn, witches are passive aggressive pricks, aren’t they?” you mumbled.

“Seems like it. It says here that the curse can only be broken through sex. ‘It is placed in the hopes that the woman will come back to her lover after no one else can bring her sexual pleasure.’ Basically, after no one can make her cum, she comes crawling back to the lover because they’re the only who can. The lover then decides if they want to break the curse and get their girl back, or they refuse and the woman has a shitty rest of her life.”

Your stomach dropped. Of course it would be fucked up and complicated. You didn’t know what made you think that this was going to be easy. The mere thought of it… Your blood was slowly starting to boil.

Your face must have shown your disgust because Namjoon asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You shook your head, trying to clear it. “What else does it say?”

“Not much really. It just gives instructions on how to place the curse and how to break it. I don’t even want to know why my grandmother needed this information,” Namjoon sounded amused, but you were far from amused.

“Well I’m sure hoping she didn’t need it because someone decided to put this fucking curse on her, because it’s one fucked up curse. I can’t believe someone would actually do this to a woman. And to think, this was probably done by a person she trusted. Unbe-fucking-lievable.” You threw your arms in the air and Namjoon ducked.

He looked at you with wide eyes, surprised by your outburst. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked carefully. You blinked at him, caught off guard by his soft voice. A sigh left your lips and you averted your gaze, slowly deflating.

“No, I’m not okay.”

“Tell me.” again with that soft voice.

“I think Jeongguk cursed me,” you said after a few moments of silence. You hated how weak your voice sounded and cleared your throat. Namjoon closed his eyes and shook his head in disbelief.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“I wasn’t until now.”

“What made you think you were cursed in the first place?”

“I didn’t, at first, I thought it was just my body hating me. Then I read about this curse in one of Tae’s books. It didn’t go into much detail though. And I mean, we both know how possessive Gguk was over me.” You sighed deeply. “I mean it makes sense, doesn’t it? We ended on bad terms and he was always jealous. And if there’s one witch who’s passive aggressive enough to do this, it’s him.”

“Yeah. It makes sense.”

Namjoon’s eyebrows furrowed in thought. His lips were pursed together tightly, which made his dimples appear. You averted your gaze and pointedly ignored the butterflies in your stomach.

The silence filled the room for a few moments as both of you were lost in thought. Namjoon stared at the book like it would start belting out the answers. You stared at him like he would do the same.

“Can you – is there a way to break it… without Jeongguk?” you asked carefully, almost afraid to hear the answer. You didn’t want to think about what you would do if you had to go crawling back to him and beg him to break this fucked up, infernal curse.

“I don’t know,” Namjoon said slowly, “It doesn’t say that the person to break the curse has to be the same person who placed it. I’m not sure, though. Even if that was the case, you’d still need to fuck a witch.”

You hopped onto the counter next to the book, sipping your tea now that it’s finally cooled down.

“Honestly, as long as I don’t have to fuck Jeongguk, I don’t care. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction.”

“Yeah, I get that.” Namjoon closed the book and carefully placed it back onto the bookcase. “We’ll figure it out, I promise. I’ll talk to Yoongi.”

You groaned.

“Do you have to tell Yoongi? He’ll never let me live this down.”

“He will. This isn’t just some stupid prank, Y/n, it’s an actual fucking curse. Yoongi will get that. Besides, he knows more about curses and rituals than I do.”

“Because you’re just a little cook,” you said in a mocking tone, flashing him a cheeky smile. He narrowed his eyes.

“Take that back or talk to Yoongi yourself,” he threatened. You laughed.

“Alright, I take it back. You’re a master potion brewer.”

“Thank you.”

He flashed you a dazzling smile and you didn’t stare at his dimples or how his white hair fell into his eyes.

23:54 Joonie: I talked to Yoongi. It doesn’t have to be Jeongguk Joonie: Still sounds like sex is the only option tho

23:55 Joonie: I’m trying to get around it but I’m hitting dead ends

23:59 You: Thank god. I was so scared that it was gonna have to be him You: Don’t worry about it too much. Go to bed I’ll come over tomorrow

00:01 Joonie: So was I Joonie: And don’t tell me what to do when you’re awake too

00:01 You: I’m going to bed now

00:03 Joonie: Okay Joonie: If you want rooibos tomorrow you’ll have to pick some up tho cuz I’m out

00:04 Joonie: Good night Y/n

00:04 You: Okay You: Night Joonie You: Love you

00:06 Joonie: I love you too

When you entered the apartment the next day, you were surprised to find the place quiet and… normal. No strange mist and no funky smells. You soon discovered why the apartment was strangely non-weird.

Namjoon was laying on his stomach in the living room, surrounded by books. He clearly took the day to read instead of brewing strange concoctions.

“Fifty Shades keep you up again?” you said and plopped yourself onto the couch. Namjoon didn’t even turn his head to acknowledge you.

“A Master’s Guide to Ritualistic Curebreaking, actually,” he corrected, “I’m trying to figure out if there’s another way to break the curse. I’m thinking that if you can create a curse, you can create a way to break one too.”

“Smart thinking. How long will that take?” You didn’t mean to sound so snappy, but you’d had another fruitless night last night and you were beyond the point of sexually frustrated by now.

Namjoon put down the book and gave you sympathetic look.

“I don’t know. Anywhere from a few days to a few years,” he said hesitantly and your eyes nearly bulged out of your skull.

“Years? Did you say years? Namjoon, I don’t have years. I barely even have days. I’m on the brink of actually losing my goddamn mind. I haven’t had an orgasm in four months. Can you imagine not getting to cum for months?”

Again, you didn’t mean to snap at him, but… years? You took a deep breath and dropped your head in your hands, slowly deflating.

“I’m sorry, Y/n, but the only to break the curse at this point is to have sex –”

“Then let’s,” you cut him off. The words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop them, but you couldn’t bring yourself to regret them.

Namjoon stared at you like you grew a second head. “But – but you said you didn’t want that?” he stammered out. You sighed. He had a tendency to listen with his dickhole.

“I said I didn’t care as long as it wasn’t Jeongguk,” you explained.

“Oh,” was his only answer. You sighed again, feeling defeated. A fresh wave of disappointment at Jeongguk flooded you. He caused this. You were in this mess because of his pettiness and now you had to grovel for witch dick.

“Listen, if you don’t want to, I get it. I can ask someone else. But… I want it to be you, Joon.” You avoided his gaze as you said the last part. It felt too meaningful. More than you intended.

You couldn’t bring yourself to fully regret that either.

Namjoon got up off the floor and sat down next to you. His ears were slightly tinted red and his eyes had an unusual softness to them, nestled between all that wisdom. You followed your usual rule and didn’t dwell on it.

“I don’t mind. Trust me, if there’s one thing I don’t mind doing, it’s this. But… are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Yes. God yes. I trust you with my life, you’re probably one of the sexiest people I’ve ever seen, we’ve been friends forever and I love you,” you listed on your fingers, “so of course I’m okay with this.” More than okay.

Namjoon smiled his dashing smile. It had a playful edge to it and it finally sunk in what you were asking for.

“You think I’m sexy?” he asked, amused. You felt a blush creeping onto your face, and you cursed yourself for looking away.

“Well yeah, I’m not blind.” He chuckled.

“Alright. When do you want to do this?”

“God, as soon as possible,” you breathed out.

“That thirsty, huh?”

“Four months, Namjoon.” He laughed again. You didn’t catch the dark look in his eyes, nor the purple light that flashed through them.

He leaned in closer to you and you instinctively looked up at him. He was smirking, looking at you with meaning. His arms braced themselves against the back of the couch, successfully caging you in.

You swallowed. “What are you doing?” you barely heard yourself over your own heartbeat. He was so close, he could give you what you wanted – you needed so badly.

“As soon as possible,” he repeated your words, voice deeper than you’ve ever heard it. His breath fanned over your face. He smelled like lavender and mint and a blend of other delicious herbs. Your face turned upward, lip caught between your teeth. He leaned down, still looking into your eyes, lips so close to yours you could almost, almost feel them –

He stood up off the couch.

“I have a few things I need to do before we can break the curse,” he said, voice still a few octaves lower than usual, “You should go home in the meantime. Maybe get some sleep.”

You could have sworn there was an edge of cockiness in that last sentence, but you couldn’t be sure.

“Okay. What do we have to do?”

“You don’t have to do anything. I’m going to pull an orgasm out of you.”

“Are you sure you can handle that?” you teased and he raised his eyebrows.

“You have no idea what you got yourself into, do you?” you laughed and gave him a kiss on the cheek before you left.

He was right, though. You had no clue what you had gotten yourself into.

You’d be lying if you told yourself that you weren’t nervous. You stood in front of Namjoon’s door with the keys in your hand, frozen in front of the lock. A strangely sweet smell poured through the cracks.

You weren’t afraid of having sex with Namjoon. The thought had crossed your mind before and you’ve gotten off to the idea more times that you’d like to admit, so Namjoon wasn’t the problem.

You were scared that it wouldn’t work. You were terrified that you’d have to go back to Jeongguk and beg the smug fucker to break the curse.

But Namjoon knew what he was doing, and you trusted him.

You opened the door and stopped in your tracks.

Namjoon stood in the middle of the living room amidst a sea of candles. There were blankets and lots of pillows thrown on the floor to create a makeshift bed. The room smelled sweet, like strawberries and chocolate and pulsed with what you knew was magic.

But what made your jaw drop was Namjoon himself. He had grey sweatpants slung low on his hips and no shirt. The candles made his tan skin look like gold and his white hair glow like a halo. He stood next to the cupboard, mixing something in a bottle. His eyes were shining brightly, irises turned purple.

“Oh, my God,” you whispered.

“I’m flattered, but just Namjoon will do,” Namjoon said and turned to you with a smirk on his lips. A blush formed on your cheeks and you looked away. Namjoon laughed.

“Come here,” he said and you obliged, swallowing heavily. “Relax, Y/n, I won’t hurt you.”

Namjoon ran his hands up and down your bare arms and goose bumps formed on your body. You finally looked up at him, taking in those glowing purple eyes.

“I know,” you said.

“Let’s just talk for a moment okay?”

“Okay.”

He smiled at you then. No cockiness, no teasing, just a genuine, dimpled, Namjoon smile. The comfort it brought you was more than you’d like to admit, but it was nothing new.

“Are you sure this will work?” you asked. Namjoon nodded with complete confidence, and that brought you even more comfort.

“Yes, but Y/n, this will probably be then most intense fuck of your entire life. If I do get you to come, it’s going to be more intense than ever before,” he explained. You smiled coyly.

“You’re not the first man who promised me that, you know? No one’s ever been able to keep that promise,” you teased.

“Well, you’ve never had sex with me before.”

“Oh, now you just sound overly cocky, Joon.”

Namjoon laughed and shook his head. The candlelight perfectly highlighted the hair that fell into his eyes and you couldn’t help but bite your lip. He was gorgeous with his golden skin and broad chest. You couldn’t look away, but he was cheating. How could you look away when those glowing eyes held you captive like that?

“I’m serious, you know. I’m going to have to push you to the very edge, until it’s almost too far before you come,” he said after a few moments of silence, more serious this time. You nod.

“I know.”

You took another moment to observe the room. The couch was moved against the wall to create more space. The entire floor was covered with blankets and pillows and candles. Lots and lots of candles, all different colours and shapes and sizes.

It was beautiful.

“How are we going to keep the place from burning down?” you asked and looked back at him.

“With magic.”

As the words left his mouth, every candle in the room flared, causing the room to brighten for only a moment. You gasped, both from shock and amazement.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get over that,” you said and Namjoon smiled and shook his head.

“Here,” he said and handed you a glass with a glowing pink liquid, “drink this.”

You took it and stared at the contents. “What is it?”

“A strong aphrodisiac.”

“What’s it made of?” you asked with your nose scrunched up. He was a potion maker, and he used weird stuff to make them, sometimes. You’d once unwittingly drunk werewolf saliva, and you were not about to repeat that same mistake.

Namjoon laughed at the face you made, obviously recalling the same memory.

“It’s a mixture of strawberry dust, fairy wings and moon water. Nothing too weird.”

Fairy wings? You stared at him with wide eyes.

“Just… before you drink it, when I say ‘strong,’ I mean really, really strong. You’re not going to want to stop after you drink this, so you need to be sure.”

You smiled at him, all thoughts of fairies leaving your mind. His eyes searched yours, and you reached up to touch his cheek. “I trust you.”

You downed the glass in one go. It tasted surprisingly sweet, like strawberries and chocolate and something else you couldn’t quite place. You handed the glass back to Namjoon and he took it. You waited expectantly, but you didn’t feel any different.

“Are you sure this- ah –” you gasped loudly, cutting yourself off.

Turned on wasn’t the right words to describe the feeling that flooded your bones. You felt ridiculously fucking horny. You looked at Namjoon with hooded eyes and your mouth hanging open.

“Yes,” he said, and bit his lip, “I’m sure it works.”

He ran his hands up your upper arm again and a shiver went down your spine. You reached for him and tried to pull him closer, but he wouldn’t budge. Instead, he pulled you along with him toward the makeshift bed on the floor.

“Come on, Y/n,” he whispered.

God, you wanted to devour him. You wanted him to devour you. You licked your lips and let him lead you forward.

As soon as he sat down, you pounced on him. Legs on either side of his hips, you gripped his hair and kissed him as hard you could. You needed him. You’ve never needed anything more in your entire life than you needed Namjoon at this moment.

His lips were soft, softer than you thought they were going to be. And he tasted so good. You couldn’t get enough. You didn’t know how you had gotten this far in life without tasting him, but now that you did you knew you didn’t ever want to stop.

Namjoon rested his hands on your hips and kissed you back. He let you take the reigns for now, let you have your way with him for now. He needed to make you cum, but he had all night to do it. For now, though, he was content with having you on his lap.

Namjoon pulled away and leaned his head back, trying to catch his breath. Taking your lips off of him didn’t sit well with you, though, and you went for his neck. He groaned softly when you sucked on a sensitive little spot where his shoulder met his neck, and you sucked harder. You wanted him to make that noise again.

You lowered your hips onto him and a soft noise escaped you when you felt that he was already half hard. You were sopping wet already, it was almost embarrassing, but you blamed the potion he fed you. You slowly started to grind down, still ravishing his neck, and the feeling of his cock hardening against you drove you insane.

You went faster, sucked harder. You needed more.

“Slow down, Y/n,” Namjoon said softly and laid his hand on the small of your back. You whined into his neck, licking every part your tongue could reach before harshly sucking again.

“Y/n, we don’t want you tiring yourself out.” Namjoon’s voice was rough and it just turned you on more. You nipped his neck. You wanted to ravage him.

“Baby,” he said sternly and gripped your hips so tight it was almost painful. You finally stopped and bit your lip. Why did that turn on you on?

You looked at him with hooded eyes. His neck was already sporting angry purple marks all over, and you couldn’t help the possessive pride that flooded your chest.

“Good girl.” God, you nearly melted on the spot. No one’s ever called you that before, and you didn’t think you’d be that into it. Maybe it was Namjoon’s voice or the word itself or a mixture of both, but god you wanted him to say it again.

“Lay down for me.” Namjoon instructed.

You did as he said, albeit reluctantly. You swung your leg over him and lay down on the mess of pillows on the floor. You’d thought that it would have been uncomfortable, but it was surprisingly not. Magic, you guessed.

Namjoon looked you up and down with dark eyes and bit his lip. The look nearly made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“You look beautiful, baby,” he said, and you swallowed. He looked beautiful. Godlike, even. God, you needed him to touch you.

“Touch me,” you pleaded. Namjoon smirked, but did as you asked. He must have known that you were really on the brink of insanity at this point.

He laid a finger just under the swell of your breast and dragged it down, down, down until it reached the top of your leggings. Your breath hitched in anticipation. He hand lingered and his eyes searched your face. He bit his plump bottom lip again and god, you were just about to rip his clothes off and fuck him yourself.

Then he finally, finally dipped his hand into your pants.

You gasped when his finger brushed over your lower lips. He raised an eyebrow and smirked and his dimples made an appearance again.

“This wet already, baby?” he asked. You whimpered. At the teasing words and the fact that he was barely even touching you. You needed him, god damn it.

“Namjoon, touch me,” you demanded and Namjoon chuckled and removed his hand.

You nearly started crying.

“Let’s take these off, okay?” Namjoon said and you nodded your head rapidly. He pulled your leggings and panties down in one go. You weren’t even mad that he didn’t pay attention to your favourite black lace panties.

Namjoon settled himself between your legs and stared at your drenched pussy like he wanted to ravage it. The sight of him nearly punched the air from your lungs.

“So pretty, baby,” he whispered. God, his voice.

When his finger finally came into contact with your throbbing clit, pleasure shot through your body like electricity. You whimpered, and Namjoon licked his lips at the sight. You squeezed your eyes shut and bit your lip as he rubbed tight circles over the sensitive little nub. His hand moved faster and your hips bucked up into his hand over and over.

“Keep still,” Namjoon said, and you did your best to obey him, but your body moved at its own accord. "Keep still, baby.”

“Tuh- trying…” you forced out. Namjoon grinned down at you, eyes still shining that dark purple hue.

“Such a squirmy girl.”

You whimpered. Your body was wound tight already and you’d only just begun.

“Wanna eat you up,” Namjoon said in a husky voice and your eyes rolled back in your head at the words and his magic fucking fingers.

“Please,” you begged. Just the thought of him putting his tongue on you already had you squirming more.

“You want me to?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“Alright, anything for you,” he said, “but you have to look at me, okay?”

You nodded and opened your eyes, catching his hot gaze.

“Good girl.” Those words again. You felt like you were going to melt, you were so hot.

Never breaking eye contact, Namjoon leaned down, hooked his arms around your thighs and pulled them apart. His breath fanned over your wetness and you shivered. He licked his lips, tongue almost brushing over you and you gasped. The anticipation was eating you up on the inside.

Then he dipped his head and ran his tongue over your clit. You moaned loudly and arched your back. His gaze was intense and you couldn’t break away even if you tried.

He licked a few more stripes over your clit before sucking on it. Your breathing hitched, a whimper escaped your throat. The feeling made your body pull tight as a bowstring. You gripped his hair as he happily alternated between sucking and licking. He never broke eye contact, and that made the feeling all the more intense.

You nearly cried when Namjoon sneakily slipped a finger into your leaking hole. Your hips bucked up into Namjoon’s face and he gave you a stern look. He pinned your hips down with his free hand and you don’t know why that turned you on so much.

You gripped his hair tighter, your other hand white knuckling the blanket. You needed to come. You felt like you should have already came. You whined loudly and your legs closed around his head.

Namjoon pulled away.

“No!” the word escaped your throat before you could stop it. Namjoon licked his shiny lips and you whimpered at the sight. His lips, cheeks and chin shone with your wetness in the candlelight.

“Sorry, baby. I know you wanna come,” he said, “but you have to wait for a while longer, okay?”

“I don’t wanna wait. I wanna come now. Wanna come on your tongue.”

Namjoon’s eyes flashed at the words. God knows, he wanted that too, but he needed to fuck you before that could happen, and that would leave you both exhausted. He made a mental note to do it in the morning, though.

“I know baby, but how about I make you come on my dick instead?” he asked. You bit your lip and nodded. The thought made you squirm with impatience.

“Please,” you said. Namjoon smirked.

“Such good manners, baby. Asking so nicely for my cock.” You mewled at that. You were thoroughly convinced that Namjoon was trying to kill you.

He slid his fingers under your t-shirt and over your bra, gently squeezing your tits, before pulling back and gripping the hem of your shirt.

“Sit up.” You did as he said and he pulled the shirt off. He stared you up and down, eyes lingering on your lacy bra, and bit his still shiny lip. “So pretty for me.”

He leaned closer and ran his tongue over your lace-covered nipple. Your back arched and you gripped his hair, pulling him closer.

“Just for me,” he said under his breath. He made you feel owned in all the best ways, and you were living for how he worshipped your body.

He unhooked your bra a few moments later and threw it with the rest of your clothes. Then he leaned in and kissed you. Slowly. Languidly. Messily. You tasted yourself on his tongue.

You tried to speed up the pace, but he gripped your cheeks in one hand, forcing your lips to pucker, and kept kissing you. The movement was small, but it made it clear that he was in control, not you. God, why did that make it better?

“Tongue out,” he said after he pulled away. You didn’t question him.

As soon as you stuck out your tongue, Namjoon took it into his mouth and sucked on it. You gasped in surprise at the strange sensation, but soon melted into it. The feeling sent heat to your core, and when he pulled away, the drool that dripped down your chin made it even better.

“Joon…” you whispered just for the sake of saying his name. Just to ground yourself. You were lost in the haze of pleasure among a sea of candles.

“Right here, baby. You wanna have my cock?” His voice sent shivers down your spine, it was so deep.

“Yes, please.”

Namjoon nodded and shimmied out of his pants. His movements weren’t graceful, but you barely gave a fuck. You just wanted him inside of you.

When his sweatpants joined the pile of clothes, he settled himself between your legs again and leaned down, bracing his arms on either side of your head, effectively caging you in.

“You ready baby?” he whispered.

“Yes,” you said almost too quickly.

Namjoon lined his cock up with your entrance and pushed forward. You gasped when you felt the head breach your entrance, slowly. Too slowly.

And then he thrust inside in one smooth motion and you made a noise somewhere between a moan and a scream.

Big, was the first word that went through your mind. Full, was the second. Namjoon was bigger than you thought he would be, bigger than you’ve ever had, in fact. You should have paid attention and looked at him so that you knew what to expect.

He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust. You wished he hadn’t. You just wanted him to move, you needed to come.

“You good, baby.”

“Move,” you begged. Namjoon smirked and did as you said. He moved slowly, pulling out until just the head of his cock was inside of you, before slowly pushing back in.

And then he gradually picked up the pace.

You fingers were laced in his hair, eyes locked onto his. He made these small noises in the back of his throat; grunts, growls, soft little moans. They pushed you toward the edge as much as his thick cock did.

Soon Namjoon was pounding into you at a ruthless pace and you couldn’t contain your moans by biting your lip anymore. Namjoon’s mouth was on your tits, sucking and biting the soft flesh, teasing your nipples. He kissed up your neck and bit the flesh there.

You felt like you were going to explode when you felt his finger start rubbing your clit.

He was so thick inside of you. You felt so full, you could feel him in your guts. Every thrust against your g-spot pushed you closer to the edge.

You felt close to coming, closer than you ever felt in these past few months.

“Joon, I wanna – wanna come. Please, please,”

“I know baby. Can you hold out? Just for a little bit more?” His fucking voice.

“No, no no no no, please I wanna come now, please, Joonie.” You were so frustrated and ridiculously turned on that you started to cry.

“Just wait a bit more, then you can come as many times as you want, yeah?” he gently kissed the tears on your cheeks away.

“Wanna – wanna, please!”

Namjoon was still stuffing you full with his fat cock, and you were beyond delirious at this point. You wanted to come so badly, your body was so tense. You were just on the brink, your orgasm was right fucking there, a millimetre out of reach. You could practically feel it in your stomach.

The tension was getting too much. You felt like you were going to pop a vein or snap a muscle somewhere in your body, it was wound up so tight.

God, it was right there.

You kept begging. It was all you could do, body unable to respond while Namjoon fucked you full, rubbed your clit, mouthed along your neck and breasts and ears. His was hitting every place that sent happy hormones to your head and it was driving you insane.

“You’re doing so good, baby. You’re doing so good. Almost there, okay kitty? Almost there…”

Namjoon said he needed to push you until the edge for everything to work. You were on that edge. You felt like you were on that edge. God, you couldn’t take it anymore. Your body kept winding, the pleasure kept building and building and fuck, there was no end to it. It was almost painful.

But it felt so good.

“Are you ready baby? Are you ready to come on my cock?” Namjoon rasped into your ear and you nodded so rapidly, you nearly head-butted him. He chuckled and you could tell that some part of him enjoyed seeing you like this.

“Please, fuck, fuck, Joonie, please, please!”

A few more thrusts into your g-spot, rubs on your clit, a bite on your nipple.

Then Namjoon whispered strange words into your ear, the candles flared and engulfed the entire room in light and–

Your orgasm ripped through you so suddenly and intensely that you doubled over and curled into yourself. You could barely hear Namjoon moaning over the blood roaring in your ears. Your entire body convulsed as if you were electrocuted, but instead of electricity, it was pure, undiluted pleasure ripping through your body.

You were on fire in the best way possible. Every nerve ending seemed alight. You were screaming something, but you didn’t know what.

Slowly the tension started seeping out of your body. You stopped convulsing and your muscles slightly twitched instead. Your body relaxed and you collapsed onto the bed completely.

You were spent. Sweat was dripping onto the sheets and your hair was wet from it.

You opened your eyes to find Namjoon sitting on his knees between your still open legs. His head was hanging and his body looked about as spent as yours.

“Joonie,” you croaked, your voice hoarse from whatever you were screaming. He took a moment to react, mind clearly as fogged up as yours.

You took the moment to take in his appearance. His body glistened in the candlelight, sweat dripping from his forehead. His skin seemed to glow like it was made from gold, except for the angry red marks running up and down his arms and around his waist, onto his back. His muscles were still wound tight, showing off exactly how well built he really was.

“I’m good, jus’ gimme a sec,” he sounded just a wrecked.

You forced yourself upright despite your lame muscles. God, that orgasm was like every orgasm you would have had, combined. The most intense thing you’ve ever experienced.

And you’d loved every second of it.

You reached out and gently placed your hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb along his cheekbone. He looked up at you with hooded eyes, panting heavily. His eyes were still glowing bright purple from the magic. You smiled weakly and he smiled back.

“You kept your promise, apparently.”

He chuckled breathlessly and turned his body to collapse onto the pillow.

“Don’t give me all the credit. The spell helped,” he mumbled. You lied down next to him, facing him.

“I’m giving you most of the credit. That was the best fuck I’ve ever had in my entire life, including myself. And that says a lot.”

Namjoon smiled softly and put his hand on your hip, pulling you closer. “I’m glad, baby.”

You closed your eyes, the exhaustion of the night finally creeping up on you, along with the cold bite of the night air.

“Joonie?” You asked.

“Yeah?”

“Can I… can you hold me?” you didn’t mean for the words to come out as softly as they did. He smiled with his dimples on full display and opened his arms for you. You shuffled closer to Namjoon until his warmth engulfed you entirely, and sighed in satisfaction. The smell of lavender and mint wrapped around you like a blanket.

He snapped his fingers and all the candles in the room were snuffed out at once.

You started to drift into sleep within moments. Your conscious and subconscious intertwined, and when the words “I love you” reached your ears, you weren’t sure if it was a dream or reality.

You let the words warm your heart either way.

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Yoonmin Scenario #25

7k of how to mess up a good prompt. Be the judge of it. MOODBOARD ON FAN ACCOUNT TWITTER. *******

From Tumblr Prompt: Flower Shop!AU, In which Yoongi works in a flower shop for his aunt and he avoids sociality as much as possible until Park Jimin entered his flower shop with a crying, blotched face giving the order of a bouquet of flowers for a dead one. He ends up with a free arrangement, a hug and a phone number.

Yoongi has avoided interacting with people as much as he could, especially the popular snobby ones. He didn’t have any grudge against them, he is just anti-social and have a mid-life crisis. He has friends, don’t get him wrong, he does have friends and they need to be replaced whenever he can find time.

He works in a flower shop because he finds calmness in simple things. For a 22 years old man, his plate is filled with sadness and depression. His parents thought working might help him distract so they asked his aunt to offer him the job. She did, hesitant because she was worried his poor mood would affect the flowers growth. Somehow working for two months, Yoongi has found solace in that flower shop.

He talks to his flowers, tell about his days, complains about his professors, tell about his friends. He is not sure if plants can truly sympathize with him but it feels nice to let out.

He is usually a quiet person and somehow entitled as one of the ‘bad boy’ of university. Apparently, the categories to be in ‘bad boys of university’ are having a stoic expression, looking dead and not interacting with anyone. He has nothing on him to be known as a classic bad boy. He’s just a soft kitten who loves his flower shop and always wants to finish with university so he can go back to work.

His friends laugh whenever a junior would bump into Yoongi and apologise stutteringly as if Yoongi with pull out his tongue. It frustrates him. He is not bad, he is a good person, just antisocial. His reputation is totally ruined and it makes people stay away from him, especially Park Jimin.

Where can he start about Park Jimin.

Well, Park Jimin came into his life like a typical Regina George entry with university doors opening on it’s own and an angelic being entering the hallways with nervousness but determination. He had heads turned towards him, even Yoongi’s. Even the straightest people had their mouth widen at him because he is just so beautiful.

Yoongi’s friends think that he exaggerates a lot about Jimin but what do they know. He has a theory, it involves that Jimin definitely is an angel descended down by the orders of God to bless everyone with his presence. One smile and your whole week will go well.

Sigh, unfortunately, that smile is never directed to him so he always has a shitty week.

As soon as Jimin entered the university, he became the most popular one, being taken under the ‘best looking’ students of the university. They probably filled him on Yoongi being a ‘bad boy’, lying how he gets into fight and sells drugs.

Pfft, Yoongi is a kitten who cannot fight for his life. He looks like he has come out from The Great Depression 1929 and is ready to start a blood bath, but really, he needs petting on his head and a comforting hug to go by. Jin hyung fills that category for him.

Jimin stays away from trouble and that means he doesn’t associate with Yoongi because he’s a ‘bad boy’. It’s a sad life since he entered university.

Park Jimin though, even if he stays with the popular group, he seems like a down to earth guy. He smiles at everyone, a kind and comforting smile. He is touchy, always has a comforting hand on people’s shoulder. He helps students who are weak in studies, he helps professors.

Who does that in this world? Except an angel would. Which is Park Jimin.

Yoongi wishes to talk to him, but he believes he will piss his pants before that happens. So he admires from far, everyone does, so Jimin doesn’t mind if he catches someone looking at him. He would smile and blink his eyes at them.

On top of Jimin being an angel, he comes from a comparatively rich family that means he ranks high in angel community. Yoongi looks like he has been starving himself since the Korean War. He is so ugly in compare to Park Jimin, he is a displeasure to look at, truly. Jin reprimands him for that, says that if he isn’t confident, how will he ever face Jimin?

Ha! Jokes on him, because he will never face Park Jimin.

But life’s a bitch and it likes to fuck up, especially Yoongi who is already a fuck up. The day he has always been dreading for comes in the form of a crying Park Jimin. He has never seen Park Jimin cry.

Yoongi was working in the flower shop, making small corsages for a wedding coming up. He was talking to his flowers, floundering about Park Jimin…he wore a flannel, that probably wasn’t his size because I couldn’t find his hands sticking out. Anyway, he looked good today as well. He still doesn’t know me, because well, I’m invisible to him.

He doesn’t mind being invisible to Park Jimin, that’s better for so many reasons.

But at that time, life laughed at him and sent Park Jimin in his lonely path.

While Yoongi was busy making corsages, the door to the flower shops open with a chime. He looks up with a fake smile only to let it drop when he sees who came in.

Park Jimin.

Park Jimin wearing the same flannel from earlier.

Park Jimin crying.

Park Jimin sniffs loudly as if announcing his presence and he looks around, blinking hard to let his tears fall so he can look properly. He notices a boy, wearing a navy blue apron and holding a white flower in his hand.

“Pl-please help me,” He requests, hiccuping after it.

What is it, angel? You want my kidney? Take it. I have two anyway.

At that moment, Yoongi was ready to bring all the stars from the universe for Jimin if he asked of him.

Yoongi nods, not daring to move towards the boy, although wanting to comfort him.

“What can I help you with?” Yoongi asks with the most soft voice he has ever used. He didn’t even know he could have a soft voice.

“I want an arran-arrangement of flowers,” He tries to speak through his tears. Yoongi nods again, making a move to come closer but not enough.

Who hurt you?

“Is there anything specific?” He asks carefully, not wanting to trigger him further.

Unfortunately, Jimin cries harder than he was and Yoongi can almost picture his life laughing at him, eating popcorn while he watches the scene in 3D.

Yoongi panics, especially gay panic. Because how can this human like angel cry so prettily? Why does Yoongi look like blobfish when he cries? But then he guesses it’s because he is a human and Jimin is an angel.

“Tissue,” Jimin mumbles, crying in his sleeves and wiping his face.

Tissue? What kind of plant is that? Does he mean in texture?

“Can I have a tissue?” Jimin looks up with his bloodshot eyes indicating that he’s been crying for long.

Honestly who hurt him? Is it from his angel community? Because square the fuck up bitch, even though y’all are angels probably, Jimin is the angelest of the angel and with that right, the other angels have no right to make him cry.

Yoongi immediately goes behind his counter to get the tissue box he usually keep. He offers him but Jimin takes the whole box and abuses the usage of tissues. He takes several and blows his nose. In any other circumstance, where Park Jimin wasn’t a literal angel, Yoongi would have been disgusted.

Yoongi goes behind his counter again and pull out the stool he sits on. He offers it to Jimin who immediately takes a seat and keep wiping his face in the tissue.

Honestly, Jin hyung is good at it and he doesn’t know where Jin hyung might be. Yoongi has never dared to talk to Jimin and suddenly life throws him Jimin and he doesn’t know what to do with it. He just wanted to crush on Jimin from far away!

He clears his throat to get attention, which he gets but a small one in which he manages to awkwardly smile. He is on duty and he needs to make 73 corsages and he has done only 33 so far and 40 are still needs to be done before the shop closes. And Jimin being here, crying his eyes out and not giving any order, isn’t helping Yoongi further.

He wants to ask the stool back and start working again but he is weak hearted man and cannot see the love of his life bawling.

“Jimin-ssi,” Yoongi carefully calls out. The said boy looks up with the saddest expression.

Yoongi swears inwardly because anyone who makes Jimin cries should be given a life time imprisonment.

“You know me?” He meekly asks, sniffling.

Yoongi awkwardly smiles, a little hurt that Jimin doesn’t recognize him. What’s new in the neighborhood anyway? He didn’t think Jimin would, the guy never spared him with a single glance. It might be Yoongi’s fault as well, hiding away so he doesn’t get triggered by Jimin’s smile.

“We study in the same university,” He shrugs, trying not to be petty in front of the guy.

Jimin forms a ‘O’ with his mouth and mumbles an apology for not remembering him. Remembering? Yoongi huffs inwardly. More like not knowing he exists on the grounds of university.

For a moment, everything was silent, Jimin wasn’t crying, just playing with the edge of the box in his hand and scratching it. It was quiet until Yoongi opened his mouth and asked, “Anyway, could you tell me what kind of arrangements do you want?” And the damn dam was open again.

Yoongi panic and it’s not even gay panic. He can hear the siren of a police car coming, probably going to arrest him for a lifetime imprisonment because this time he made Jimin cry. Honestly, he shouldn’t have even made that rule.

“Okay, okay,” Yoongi calms him down, at least tries to do that, “I’ll get you a glass of water,” He says and disappears in the backroom, door closing as he leans against it. Anymore wailing, and Yoongi will kill himself.

He hears Jimin cry and feels bad and sad at the same time. Something happened and he doesn’t know anything about it. Earlier in the university, Jimin was a happy puppy, skipping the hallways and laughing loudly with his obnoxious friends. He was all good and made everyone’s day better. Even though no smile was directed in his way, Yoongi’s life was a little bit better because he could hear Jimin’s laugh.

It’s a pleasant laugh, completely opposite to how he is wailing out there. It’s squeaky as if you have stepped on those rubber toys. He remembers the sound because he used to have those shoes that made the same sound when he walked. It was irritating when he had to witness small kids doing it now but Jimin’s laugh…it’s pleasant. It’s breathy and filled with genuine happiness. His face contracts into a complete bliss and if Yoongi had power, he probably could see the halo on Jimin’s head glowing when he is happy. But he’s a normal human being and he only sees his beautiful laugh, mouth wide open but hidden behind his hands and eyes completely disappearing.

Yoongi often think about Jimin’s laugh when he feels sad and depressed, when it’s a gloomy day for him. Suddenly everything seems better with Jimin’s smile and laugh and his whole being. But now, his crying face will be a nightmare.

Yoongi remembers his purpose and quickly fills a paper cup with water. He opens the door again and walks out to the scene of tissues circling Jimin in a heap as the younger abuses the box more. He walks carefully and sit on his feet to look at Jimin carefully. He doesn’t think he has ever been this close to Jimin. He was always maintained a 1m distance.

Up close, and without being biased, Jimin is more beautiful, even crying. What kind of sorcery is this?

Yoongi smiles comfortingly when Jimin sadly looks at him, eyes swollen and filled with tears, cheeks red with constant wiping, lips slicked with…stuffs he doesn’t want to know and nose all snotty. Sigh, still pretty. He offers him the glass which Jimin takes gladly and Yoongi quickly takes away the tissue box which seems lighter than before.

Jimin gulps down the offered water and hand the empty cup back to Yoongi, while he’s still sad and pouting. Yoongi looks at the corsages and sigh, think I have to pull an overnight for this.

“Are you grieving?” Yoongi ask, so he can get started with an arrangement and send Jimin out because this human being’s presence is overwhelming. And Yoongi can’t breathe and he’s so close to hugging the life out of Jimin and pouring out his heart.

Jimin nods while still not looking up.

Grieving, huh.

Yoongi skims around the shelves until he finds what he is looking for. White chrysanthemums, he hums when he collects a bunch of flowers and move around the shop to reach Jimin who is crying, but he has slowed down with the tears.

Yoongi sits on his feet again and shows the flowers to Jimin, who wipes his face and nose but doesn’t look up to ask anything.

“White chrysanthemums, it symbolizes grief,” He explains. He doesn’t have to because he normally doesn’t do it and nor Jimin has asked but he feels like talking to Jimin even with any topic could help him open up a little bit and maybe, not like Yoongi is wishing, because no, but maybe Jimin will acknowledge Yoongi’s effort and notice his undying love for him.

Okay, maybe that’s too much asking.

Jimin reaches his hand to touch the soft petals and he nods in encouragement.

“Can I suggest something?” Yoongi carefully treads.

Jimin nods.

“I know you’re grieving, but what about adding some colors huh?” Yoongi says and that makes Jimin looks up in confusion, red rimmed eyes curiously staring at him. “It will be different, the one you’re grieving for, and I’m sure they are above watching you, they’ll be happy. Nobody wants to die knowing they’ll cause pain to others, yeah?” Jimin is tempted to look up and feel if she is actually watching him, if she actually wants a colorful arrangement.

“You don’t have to, I can just pack-,”

“-okay,” Jimin affirms quietly, fiddling with his fingers, he looks up at Yoongi and nods.

The older boy smiles in appreciation.

“Then how about you tell me something that remind you of…,” He trails off as he doesn’t know the gender of that person.

“Her,” Jimin supplies, sorrowfully.

“Her,” Yoongi confirms.

He gets up and places the white chrysanthemums on the counter and waits for Jimin to speak. When the younger feels a little better and a less sad, he thinks about her.

“She was old, really old,” He starts and look at Yoongi as if waiting for a flower to appear. Yoongi doesn’t know what could symbolize old age.

“That means she lived long?” He smiles at him, to show some comfort. Jimin nods, smiling sadly.

“I could have suggested horehound but we don’t grow those,” He smiles apologetically and sees Jimin face falls at that, “But maybe you can tell me her favorite color?” He asks hopefully, wanting to see that smile on Jimin’s face again.

“She liked flashy color,” He mumbles. “She would get excited around those flashy colors, red, orange, yellow etcetera,” He informs.

Yoongi wonder who died in his family for him to feel so sad. If she was an old person, then was it his grandmother? Was he attached to his grandmother a lot? Anyway, even if he wasn’t, a person death’s is heartbreaking.

While Yoongi skims through his shelves to collect the exact flower he had in mind, he hears Jimin voice fills the silent shop, he smiles because at least Jimin is opening up, speaking up without him insisting.

“She was always cheerful, always wanting to go out despite being old. She liked sunlight a lot,” Jimin smiles at the memory of her.

Yoongi picks up red poinsettia and hums in affirmation. He shows it to Jimin who tilt his head in confusion, “Red poinsettia, symbolizes cheerfulness,” After getting his approval, Yoongi keeps it next to white chrysanthemums.

He urges Jimin to speak more so he can make an arrangement. He doesn’t mind that Jimin takes his time, even though in the starting he wanted Jimin to leave as soon as possible, but he is going to take his time with him because it’s not everyday he can spend time with Jimin.

“She was my best friend,” Jimin almost whispers, suddenly feeling like crying again. Yoongi sympathizes with him, his grandmother was also very close to him, she was the epitome of how every grandmother should be.

Yoongi picks another pot of flower and shows it to Jimin who simply tilts his head for further explanation, “Alstroemeria, symbolizes friendship,” He says, while looking at the pink flower blended with white. Jimin nods, approving of the flower.

“Will it cost a lot?” Jimin asks, looking at the flowers on table. It’s not like he cannot afford it so Yoongi wonders why he is worried about money. “She didn’t like expensive things, she could just smell and tell it’s expensive. I don’t want to disappoint her,” He explains himself, fiddling with himself and Yoongi notices he does that a lot. “I also want more flowers,” He mumbles to himself.

And really if this was Yoongi’s store, he would have sold this store to Jimin without asking money. He is not even playing around.

“Don’t worry, we have discount. It wouldn’t cost much,” He assures him. There’s not fucking discount at this time of year since there’s no festival around the corner. But if Jimin has dilemma, then Yoongi will open his wallet and pay the money for the discount he just simply gave.

Jimin tries to smile and nod at Yoongi’s direction in appreciation.

Yoongi hears Jimin talk about his grandmother a more, a little more relaxed. He would deviate from his true work and tell stories, sometimes smiling or sometimes being sad at the memories. Yoongi would bring him back while showing different flowers and asking his consent.

“She was really affectionate and always looked for receiving it. She kept the family together in some ways,” Jimin shrugs and Yoongi knows it’s personal so he doesn’t make Jimin elaborate himself, “She rubbed the affectionate part on me,” He pouts, more like purses his lips in thought.

In that moment, Yoongi simply looks at his lips and wonders how it would feel to touch it, simply caress the softness and plushiness of his lips. It is always slick with lip balm and moisturizer. Jimin has always taken care of himself, it’s no surprise he’s so pretty day and night. While Yoongi wakes up and just wash his face with water, if he’s feeling good, he’d use a soap for the most. And no wonder he’s ugly in compare to Jimin.

“How about saxifrage, hmm?” Yoongi asks, moving to get the plant.

“S-sexyfrage?” He squeaks from his place on the stool.

Yoongi shakes his head and chuckle as he shows him the plant, a pink colored. “Saxifrage,” He repeats himself properly as Jimin mumbles it to himself, “It represents friendship, many flowers does but it’s different at the same, right?” Jimin just cluelessly nods as Yoongi chats about the flowers. He has no idea of flowers and how many there are and what each symbolizes. It must be so difficult remembering each flowers and it’s symbols, Jimin thinks.

“What flower do you want next?” Yoongi asks, clapping his hands to get Jimin’s attention.

“Uh…She was encouraging. Whenever I’d feel down or not confident, she’d come to me and sit next to me until I feel better, she had her own way to show it I guess,” He shrugs and waits for Yoongi to get a flower.

Yoongi disappears behind the shelves again while he hums and searches for a particular flower. Jimin looks at him between the shelves and thinks he’s really pretty, he wonder how he didn’t know Yoongi studies with him. He makes sure he knows everyone, not really engaging with everyone but he still makes sure he knows everyone studying in the campus. But the name rings in his head and he knows he has heard it somewhere.

“…black eyed Susan,” Yoongi says the last word in his daegu accent, slipping whenever he has to speak in English.

“Hmm?” Jimin asks, distracted by the thoughts of Yoongi.

“Black eyed Susan symbolizes motivation,” He explains and Yoongi looks at the sunflower looking plant. It’s bright and yellow and he’s sure she would love it. So he nods in affirmation.

“Anything for childishness? She used to get her way with everyone around,” Jimin hopefully asks. Yoongi laughs at that and remembers her own grandmother. She used to get her things done by pouting and crying most of the time, emotional blackmailing and telling how she will die tomorrow.

“Don’t all grandmothers?” Yoongi mumbles to himself and Jimin hums, ask if he said something and the older boy shakes his head no.

“It’s really impressive how you know every single flower,” Jimin compliments and smile at Yoongi who looks at him from between the shelves. “You just don’t look like someone who would work here,” Jimin gestures to his outfit and mumbles, “No offense.”

Yoongi looks down at his outfit, faded jeans with more holes than clothe and a white t-shirt, probably way too old and a black leather jacket that he bought from Korean market. To top the marvelous look, he’s wearing a navy blue apron.

“Why because I’m resident’s bad boy?” Yoongi muses, it makes him snort at the label.

“Wha…,” Jimin trails off, not understanding the meaning behind Yoongi’s word. Meanwhile, Yoongi shows his Buttercup flower that would symbolize the childishness that Jimin asked for. The younger boy approves absentmindedly as he follows Yoongi with his tear stained eyes. He wants to know the meaning for resident’s bad boy. When he feels eyes on him, Yoongi turns to Jimin with a sigh and raise his brow.

“Min Yoongi, apparently resident’s bad boy because he doesn’t socialize with people,” Yoongi sarcastically introduces himself although he believes it’s kinda late for introduction since Jimin has been here for half an hour already.

Jimin tilts his head in confusion as he purse his lips in thought, remembering where he heard the name. Yoongi sees three different emotions through Jimin’s face, First was confusion as he thinks about Yoongi’s name, second was realization as he makes his mouth shaped of ‘O’ and third was acceptance but he didn’t seem feared by Yoongi.

“It kinda hurts my ‘bad boy’ heart, ya know?” Yoongi smiles childishly at Jimin, “I’m quite popular, I’m sure your friends must have filled you in on me,” He pouts unconsciously, looking around to his flowers and the ones he kept it on table, it could use some blue in it, Yoongi thinks.

“I’m sorry,” Jimin sheepishly apologise, “I don’t believe in mindless rumors,” He says and shrugs, wiping his snot filled nose. It should disgust Yoongi but he finds the action cute. Oh my god, what the hell is wrong with me?

Yoongi wants to argue that even so he didn’t come to talk to him, he wasn’t obliged, it’s understandable but he didn’t like the fact that his smile were completely thrown away on the way and his stare was not received. As far as Yoongi knows, Jimin interacted with everyone, even if he didn’t know their names. So Yoongi is a bit salty at the fact that it’s going to be a year now and this is the first time Jimin talked to him. He doesn’t even remember him and Yoongi and Jimin have crossed paths or hallways on multiple occasion.

“It’s whatever,” Yoongi waves it off, not wanting to be a victim or anything or seem petty and affection seeker in front of his crush. “Do you want anything more?” He changes the subject.

Jimin sits straight and nods, “Something to let her know I will always miss her?” He meekly day as if he is bothering Yoongi. The older would agree but he doesn’t mind the few moments with Jimin. The younger might as well forget him tomorrow.

“Salvia,” Yoongi answers immediately and he thinks it’s a perfect match to many vibrant colors in the bouquet as of this moment. The violet color of salvia would compliment all the flowers in the arrangement.

“Why do you work here, Yoongi-ssi?” Jimin asks, his voice traveling through the vast area of the flower shop.

“Because it relaxes me,” Yoongi answers and cut the stems of salvia flowers, “I used to smoke, I still do…sometimes but talking with flowers help, helps with filtering bad thoughts,” When Yoongi comes in front of Jimin, he sees his with mouth agape with astonishment, Yoongi almost blush at the attention, “I’m sorry, you are already having a lot in your plate and I’m filling more with my sad life,” He apologises and keeps the salvia flowers on the table.

Jimin doesn’t say anything for a moment, somewhere lost in thought and Yoongi takes the time to stare at him like he always do. Sad Jimin looks beautiful, nonetheless, but it’s not an expression that suits him well. Jimin has a face that suits a happy expression and he may have his bad days but if Yoongi could help, he wouldn’t let Jimin cry or be sad. It just doesn’t suit him.

“Danbi uses to help me with sad days,” Jimin mumbles, suddenly emotional at the thought of it. His eyes fills with tears again as one drops, two drops and three drops then it’s an open dam. He silently cry, sniffling while Yoongi is panicking. His hands itches to touch Jimin and console him but he stays on his spot.

“Danbi is a nice name,” He tries.

“It is!” Jimin wails now, looking up and oh,faintly Yoongi hears his heart shattering at the sight of crying Jimin.

Before consoling Jimin, Yoongi again skims to the darker part of the shop where plants grow in shade. He plucks a few forget-me-nots and smiles to himself. This might help.

When he goes back, Jimin is still wailing to himself as he misses his grandmother. Yoongi thinks-Danbi-it’s a pretty modern name, nothing what he expected from a old aged woman. It’s whimsical to think that such a pretty name is used for a old woman who was born probably before the Korean War.

“Jimin,” He slips away the formality and calls him out who looks up and hiccups in a cute way. Yoongi shows him the delicate looking cloud of color flower. “Danbi means sweet rain, did you know?” Jimin nods at that, wails turning into little sobs, “These flowers grow in plenty of rainfall and it symbolizes a lot of things, you know? It’s called forget me not, no pun intended,” Yoongi immediately follows and he sits on his feet again since Jimin refuses to look up and cry. It makes the younger laugh but then he’s back to crying again.

“I’m really sorry for you loss,” Yoongi whispers, contemplates to keep a hand on his thigh for comfort but he’s kinda afraid of placing a hand on his muscular thighs and not squeeze the fat. But he places it, because he’s thinking with his heart right now.

“Dan..bi,” Jimin hiccups, “She could have li-lived longer,” Yoongi nods at that, he cannot sympathies well but he tries. “One day I’m-I’m coming home and-and-and she’s gone, I did not even get to say a good-bye,” And all of a sudden, Jimin is back to wailing again. It’s an endless cycle, really. Sometimes he’s crying, then talking and then wailing and then sobbing and then talking.

He cries in his hand at the thought of her and Yoongi feels his own eyes watering at the sight. He’s so fucking weak for this guy, it’s not even funny anymore. He wonders how it would feel like to be remembered like this or how Jimin must have been close to his grandmother.

Yoongi is close to his family, no doubt. He has always been. But when he started growing, he started distancing himself because he had this self doubt about himself. He knew his family loved him nonetheless but he never gave himself credit for his existence in their life. And when he came to Seoul, it just so happened that he talked less to his parents, once a week maybe. His grandparents died when he was still young so he doesn’t miss them much. He just doesn’t have anything to cry for, except his sad life.

Jimin wails bring him back to the present, as the younger slouches on the stool. Against the better judgement, Yoongi keeps the flower on ground and he kneels, very slowly he moves in and wrap his arms around Jimin’s shoulder in a awkward hug. When Jimin doesn’t push him away and still cries in his hand, Yoongi moves further in and tighten his holds while he uses one hand to rub his back.

In the next movement, Jimin has his arms wrapped around Yoongi’s shoulders as he cries in his neck about Danbi. And so, on a spring day, a breezy evening, he’s kneeling in front of his crush and hugging him, consoling him while his crush cry about his grandmother.

He let Jimin cry and look outside the glass panes to see the streets bustling with lives. Few notice the inside of the shop and furrow their brows, but pays no heed. In the same moment, a man tries to come inside, the bell chiming above him but then he sees Yoongi being trapped in a sad hug and a boy, sitting in stool, crying like someone has died. Well…

He smiles awkwardly and leaves them to be. All of it doesn’t affect Jimin who’s content with crying in Yoongi’s neck, rubbing his tear stained cheeks in his jacket and his snot on his skin. It should disgust him but he has made it clear how fucking smitten he is.

He hopes Jimin feels better with a hug, he wants to kiss his face until he’s smiling but tough shit. So he takes what he’s getting, a hug. Sometimes, during Yoongi’s hardships, all he wanted was a hug as such and he knew it could have solved so many problems. But he never received one, not heartfelt at least. He’s not salty about it, he’s past that stage. So now he’s hoping Jimin feels his emotions through the hug, the words of comfort that he cannot say but can only show.

Yoongi calms him, pets his hair, rubs his back and whispers, “Shh,” constantly in his ear. He thinks Jimin was really close to his grandmother to be wailing this sadly, as if his whole world has turned upside down in a moment.

The Jimin he saw this morning was the Jimin he saw every morning. Skipping steps and greeting everyone on the way, his laugh resonating through the crowded hall. It would take everyone’s attention, certainly Yoongi’s. He seemed happy today as well, if his grandmother was on deathbed, he didn’t show.

He hears Jimin’s voice telling him something and he focuses back to the bundle of warmth in his arms, body slightly shaking with the intensity of crying. Yoongi can feel all the types of liquid on his neck but he doesn’t push Jimin away.

“…and then we found Danbi under a huge tree, injured and scared. I remember it was raining that time as well, so we kept her name as Danbi,” He feels Jimin tense up in his hold but Yoongi doesn’t do anything about it because hold up, what now? Jimin found his grandmother under a pole, crying and injured?

He feels like he’s missing something here. Damn it! He should have listened to the whole story.

“Yoongi-ssi…?” Jimin calls out for him, pulling back to see what had stopped him to pet his hair. When Yoongi’s eyes zeroes back on Jimin, he can see how close Jimin is, looking sadly into his eyes, yet with confusion. His face his red from crying and lips slicked with spit, tears, perhaps even snot.

“Danbi is an animal, Jimin?” Yoongi calmly ask, because that can’t be it, Danbi cannot be an animal.

“Hmm, a cat,” Jimin confirms, “Why, who did you think Danbi was?” He asks tilting his head. The earring he is wearing, dangles. Yoongi hadn’t noticed it before.

He thinks hard about Jimin’s question, who did you think Danbi was?

Oh, I don’t know…perhaps a human? Perhaps a grandmother? Perhaps anyone but a cat!

“So Danbi is a cat?” Yoongi confirms for the last time. He’s holding onto his patience by fisting Jimin’s t-shirt from behind. He hopes Jimin doesn’t feel it.

Jimin nods, pouting.

“And you’re crying because your cat died?” He asks again, elaborated so that he can understand why Jimin has been wailing. It can’t be because of a cat. When Jimin nods, unsure, Yoongi deadpans, “You’re crying because your cat died,” He states.

“You can’t say like that!” Jimin protests, pushing him away a little so he can sit straight, “Danbi has been with me for twelve years!” And then he’s back to crying because of Yoongi now.

Yoongi stops himself from hitting Jimin because one; he is Yoongi’s crush, two; he’s such a beautiful person and three; he cannot see Jimin cry.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” Yoongi apologises although he still doesn’t understand how someone can wail like a madman when an animal dies. Yoongi never had an animal to look after, to come to home to. It was always his plants and he knew the plants wilt and had to be bought so he prepared himself. But an animal? Never. It was too much hassle to look after an animal. He couldn’t even properly take care of himself, he doesn’t even think to take care of an animal.

Jimin doesn’t say anything, he just, mind Yoongi say, forcefully, pulls the older to hug him, to comfort him. If somebody would have told Yoongi that today, he’d be hugging Jimin, getting to comfort the younger, his crush, then Yoongi would have given the most unimpressed look he can conjure up and turned to leave the bullshit.

But here he is, comforting Jimin, rubbing his back as the younger cries about Danbi, not a grandmother but a cat. He somehow senses he can understand, 12 years of relationship, even if with a cat. He must have made a lot of memories with the animal nonetheless. Somewhere he’s happy Jimin had someone, even an animal, when he was sad, happy, angry and every other emotions.

“I’m sorry, Jiminie,” He let the name slip, mindlessly, “It must be tough for you,” He doesn’t understand but he tries his damn best to comfort the younger. “She’s in a better place, I’m sure she’s glad you took her in and cared for her. You’re such a good person, always caring for others,” He can feel Jimin tighten his arms around him in appreciation.

“You-you think Danbi can forgive fuh-for not being there during her last hours?” Jimin asks, pulling away and wiping his snort. It should really disgust him but fuck, he might be in love.

“Yeah, angel,” Yoongi says, letting the endearment spill, “Sorry…Jimin,” He apologises, “I’m sure she forgives you for that,” He says and wills himself to separate from Jimin, his warmth. This might be the first and last chance for him for all he knows. He picks up the forget-me-nots and stand up, letting Jimin clean himself. Yoongi offers tissue and grims when Jimin abuses it again.

“I’ll arrange these for you, do you want anything else?” He asks, walking over to the counter and going behind it. Jimin shakes his head no and affirms Yoongi to prepare the arrangement of flowers.

He starts arranging, first arranging the white chrysanthemums into a small bouquet and the arranging all the other symbolic flowers around it, mixing with the white chrysanthemums. He wants to let the chrysanthemums be regarded more in the symbolism of grief. After being happy with how it came out, Yoongi chances a glance at Jimin who was already looking at him and blushes away. Yoongi bites his lips to stop smiling.

He trims the ends of the stems and sprays the flowers with the water. He hears Jimin walking towards him, after being clean of body fluids from his face. Yoongi smiles at him as he secures the flower with a rubber band. Then he wraps a brown paper around the arrangement, securing the paper with a ribbon skillfully.

He shows it to Jimin who nods and takes out his wallet. They do their work quietly. Jimin takes the bouquet in hand and astonishingly looks at it. He can’t really remember the names of flowers or what color each of them were, but he remembers the symbolisms added in a bouquet and he is satisfied. He hopes his cat loves it from above.

Yoongi cleans the desk as Jimin looks at the flowers and takes a whiff of it, smiling to himself. Then he just looks at Jimin, who’s rolling the flowers in hand, happy about it.

Jimin looks at him and smiles shyly, then eyes open wide in thought.

“Oh, how much does it cost?” Jimin asks, placing the flowers carefully before he picks up his wallet and open it.

“Don’t worry about it,” Yoongi shrugs, not trying to be cool.

“Oh, no, I can’t,” Jimin says, “Let me pay for it, I was an inconvenience to you,” He pouts and Yoongi gulps, gay panic rising again.

“You we-weren’t,” He stutters, looking away.

“Still, I should pay,” Jimin determinedly say, eyebrows furrowed.

“I told you, don’t worry about it. Just take it. I’m sorry about you cat, I hope you feel better,” He genuinely say.

Jimin smiles and nods, “Thank you.”

It costs like a motherfucker and Jimin would have been able to pay, sure, but Yoongi is hopelessly in love with Jimin and he can give the money for the bouquet from his paycheck, even though Jimin will never return his love. But like…whatever.

“I should go,” He directs his thumb to the door and Yoongi nods, feeling gloomy that Jimin has to leave. It might have been first and last time they would have talked.

“Thank you again, for the flowers…the hug,” He says, almost whispers as he bows down in thankfulness.

“And tissue?” Yoongi teases.

Jimin blushes as he looks on the floorboard to see dirty tissues lying around. He feel bad that he made such a mess and looks at Yoongi with a pout.

“Don’t worry about it, I clean up before I close the store,” He shrug and Jimin nods apologetically. He bows again and turns to leave until he reaches the door and Yoongi’s voice stops him.

“Yeah?” He asks.

Yoongi comes out from behind the counter, he picks up a card looking like thing and walk over to Jimin doubtfully. He does present a card, a pastel card. Jimin takes it confusingly.

“My number is on the back…if-if you wanna talk sometimes,” He shrugs, mouth pinned together as he dances on the ball of his feet.

“Th-thank you,” Jimin nods, clutch his fingers around the card as he looks bashfully at Yoongi.

“Wait a second?” He asks if Jimin who nods assuringly.

Yoongi goes behind the shelves to look for a flower, once he finds it, he cuts the stem of the flower and rush to his desk where Jimin notice him carefully. He cleans the stem of thorns and wraps a foil paper around it to secure the stem. Then he sprinkles water on it and hums to himself.

Yoongi looks up to see Jimin looking at him, head titled. When the younger notice and it’s too late, he just smiles and bite his lips. Yoongi approaches him a shows him a pink rose.

“For you,” Yoongi whispers.

Jimin takes it and rolls the stem around his fingers. He takes a whiff of the flower and notice the natural smell of it. He opens his eyes and notice Yoongi smiling.

“What does it mean?” He asks.

Yoongi blushes then because he didn’t Jimin would ask.

“Uh…um, it, uh,” He stutters and Jimin comes closer as if promoting Yoongi, “It means happiness,” He breathlessly answers.

“Really?” Jimin doubtfully ask, taking a whiff again.

“Ye-yeah, I hope you can overcome this sadness and become happy again,” Yoongi wishes, looking away to the far wall as he can feel his blush working up his neck. Fuck.

“I’m happy now,” Jimin answers, it make Yoongi’s breath hitch as he looks at Jimin who’s sharing the contact.

“O-okay,” He nods.

“I’ll go,” Jimin says and he means it.

Don’t.

“Yeah,” Yoongi moves back to create a distance. Even with surrounded by flowers and Jimin holding a bouquet, Yoongi can only smell the scent of the younger. Sweetness.

“Thank you, Yoongi-ssi,” Jimin thanks him again.

“Hyung is fine,” Yoongi shyly mutters.

“Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin tests on his lips and nods in appreciation. He waves a goodbye at Jimin and leaves the shop, with bells chiming.

Yoongi falls back on stool with his heart going ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum.

And if his friends wonder how Jimin willingly comes to Yoongi and shyly talks to him and calls him hyung, then yes, Yoongi exaggerates his story of how he met Jimin on a spring day.

With every version exaggerated.

#and so I did it #I had plans for it but I think I messed it up #I don’t know what kind of genre this is even #but the moodboard is pretty so take a look #yoonmin #yoonmin au #yoonmin scenario #suji #jimin #yoongi #hoseok #seokjin #taehyung #jungkook #namjoon #bts #bangtan boys #flower shop au #YMSN3

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Angel

(This is my first attempt at a moodboard. Don’t judge me too harshly. 😅)

Pairing: Husband!Min Yoongi x Reader (female)

Domestic/Marriage AU

Genre: Fluff, Fluff and Fluff. Oh yeah… I forgot… Fluff.

Word Count: 1,694

Warnings: Cheesy Yoongi and non-sexual intimacy

Summary: After working on her birthday, ___ comes home to find her husband waiting with a surprise.

A/N: @yoongi-n-jin requested a Yoongi fluff but left the plot up to me. I hope I didn’t disappoint. I had a shitty day at work and since my birthday is soon, I decided to write for both of us. Love ya, Emily! 😘

You walked up the stairs to the front door of your home. You were tired and frustrated. Not only did they make you work on your birthday, but they also had you doing twice the work. Now that you were so close to your bed, the exhaustion hit you even harder. All you wanted was to lay down and take a nap.

As you entered the foyer, you tossed your keys into the bowl sitting on the hall table. You kicked off your shoes and threw your purse and jacket onto the coat rack. Finally. You were home.

“Babe! I’m home!” You yelled into the house. Your husband was usually off in his studio working on his music, so you would just let him know you were home and then did your own thing until dinner. It was comfortable that way. But today was different.

“Hello, my love.” Yoongi steps out from the living room where it looked like he had been waiting for you to get home.

“Yoongi…”

“Before you say anything,” He grabbed your hands. “I know this might be a bit out of the ordinary, but it’s your birthday. I want to celebrate the day that an angel was placed on this earth just for me.” Yoongi smirks and places a kiss on the end of your nose.

“Who are you and what have you done with my husband,” You tease. You remove your hands from his and place them around his neck to bring him in closer. You place a soft kiss on his lips. “As much as I love this super cheesy moment, I’m tired and I don’t feel like doing anything other than staying home and sleeping.”

Yoongi pulls back to look you in the eyes. “I know. But you can’t sleep just yet.” You open your mouth to protest but he puts a hand up to signal he’s not done. “I have something special planned for tonight. I think you’re going to love it. I know how hard you’ve been working, so I want to help you relax a bit.”

He takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom. “Undress,” He commands.

You raise your eyebrows and start to unbutton your blouse. “Yoongi, really? Sex?”

He laughs and hands you a fluffy bathrobe. “No. As great as that sounds, not tonight. Tonight is about you getting some rest. I mean… unless you want to?” His brown eyes sparkle with amusement and he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

You giggle and finish stripping off your clothes. Yoongi admires you as you do so. He just can’t believe how lucky he is to have someone like you. You’re beautiful and hard-working. Yet you know how to loosen up and have fun. You tolerate his tendency to spend hours upon hours in his studio. You bring him food and take care that he actually eats. When he falls asleep on the studio couch, you always cover him up with a blanket. He loves you so much and couldn’t imagine life without you.

You’re sitting on the toilet lid in your bathrobe waiting for Yoongi to finish filling up the tub. He drew you a bubble bath to relax your muscles and ease the tension in your body. He had insisted on playing you some soft music he mixed and lighting candles for you. Your heart fluttered and you had to hold in a giggle when his face turned serious as he struggled with lighting the candles. He was just too cute.

Yoongi isn’t always this extra with affection, but you weren’t going to complain. You dropped your robe and then eased into the hot water and it made you moan. Yoongi smiled. “I’m glad it’s already working.“

Yoongi moves to leave, but you reach out with your dry hand and grab his wrist. “Won’t you join me? Please? I really need you right now.”

He looks down at you and back out the door. “That wasn’t in the agenda, but why not? Give me a second to grab something and I’ll be back.”

Yoongi disappears and you scoot yourself up in the bathtub to make room for him. He reappears a couple of minutes later with two glasses and a bottle of wine. He holds them up and your favorite gummy smile makes its way onto his face.

He pours the wine into both glasses and hands them to you to hold while he stripped down, taking care not to burn himself. He quickly flicked off the lights and shut the door before sliding in the space behind you.

The bath was still hot, and with two bodies, it stayed fairly warm for a while. You both sipped your wine and just relaxed. Your breathing fell into step with Yoongi’s as you rested your head on his shoulder. You were enjoying this peaceful feeling. Your husband was right there with you. The soft glow of the candlelight made the skin of his hand look like marble as it held yours. The music he created just for you made your heart swell. You let out a satisfied sigh and close your eyes.

Yoongi then set both of your empty glasses on the floor. Once they’re out of the way, he brings his hands back into the water and you feel his fingers slowly trace up your arms to your shoulders where he starts to massage them. You groan in pleasure. You can almost hear his smile as you melt in his hands.

“Yoongi. That feels amazing.”

He lets out a puff of air that is not quite a laugh. “I knew I was good. But I didn’t realize I was this good.”

You giggle and smack his thigh lightly under the water. “You wish, Min Yoongi.”

His hands still and you turn your head, worried that you might have actually offended him. Your fears were put at ease when he took that opportunity to kiss you. It was slow and short. He smiled into your lips and whispered, “You love me.”

You smile back and return the kiss. “Yes I do. And I wouldn’t trade you for the world, my love.”

You kiss again and then lay back for a few moments. He taps your hip with the tip of his finger and says, “Love, we should get out. The water is getting cold and I’m getting hungry. I’m sure you are too.” As if on cue, your stomach rumbled. “I knew it.”

You both laugh as you stand first and then help him do the same. “How do you do that? You ALWAYS know.”

He shrugs and smiles. “It’s a gift.” He grabs a towel of the rack and wraps it around his waist in a flash.

“Where are you going in such a rush? And why do you have the only towel?”

He giggles and rushes out while yelling, “I’ve got a hot date!”

You laugh and shake your head. “Come back, Yoongi! It’s cold!”

Before you knew it, Yoongi returned with a towel and hands it to you. “Fresh from the dryer.” It’s almost hot. You smile as the towel touches your wet skin. “I was going to have this ready for you right when you got out, but I couldn’t resist you asking me to join you.”

Yoongi’s gummy smile returned and you smile back, your heart swelling again. “Thank you, babe. You’re so good to me.” You lean up to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Okay. You dry off and I am gonna go prepare the rest.”

“There’s more?!”

He doesn’t answer, he just winks and disappears from the bathroom.

You found your pajamas laid out on the bed and smiled. You thought about how lucky you were to have such an amazing man in your life.

Once you were dressed, you made your way to the living room where Yoongi was placing a dvd in the player. He turned on the TV and then turned to you.

“You look comfy.”

“I am. What’s next?” As tired as you were, you found yourself ready for what he had planned.

“I’ve put in your favorite movie and ordered your favorite take out.” He smiled and crossed to you and placed a lingering kiss on your lips. “Get comfy on the couch while I grab a fuzzy blanket and some pillows.”

The entire movie was spent eating, cuddling and laughing. You didn’t notice that Yoongi spent most of the movie staring at you in wonder. He just couldn’t wrap his mind around how he got so damn lucky.

He would randomly place kisses on your head. That you noticed, but you didn’t say anything. You just returned the kisses to his hand or arm. Whatever was closest to your lips.

After the movie ended, you stretched out your body and yawned. Your belly was full and so was your heart.

“Go to bed. I’ll clean this up and follow you in a moment.” He kissed the top of your head for the hundredth time before getting up to take care of the empty containers and turn off the electronics. You didn’t move.

He came back to find you still on the couch. He gave you a look and before he could speak, you smiled. “I wanted to wait for you, so we could fall asleep together.”

Yoongi returned your smile and walked over to where you were lying. He bent down, picked you up and carried you bridal-style to the bedroom. After he layed you down on top of the sheets, he walked to the other side and got in next to you. He covered you both up with the comforter. Once he was settled, he gathered you in his arms and pulled you tight against his chest.

You felt Yoongi’s soft lips on your neck and heard his deep voice as he spoke softly into your skin. “Happy Birthday, angel. I love you across the universe.”

Before you drifted off, you thought about how you could not have asked for a more perfect night or a more perfect husband. Maybe he was the angel that was made for you.

A/N: I really hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you for reading! Let me know what you think!

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