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bts-trans · a day ago
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211205 RM’s Tweet
#진생일ᄎᄏ #슈퍼참치 ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
#HappyBdayJin #SuperTuna Hahahahahahaha
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haikyuuublog · 2 days ago
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I HAVE NOT SEEN IT’S ALWAYS SUNNY IN PHILADELPHIA BUT I SAW THIS ACCOUNT THAT POSTED OUT OF CONTEXT STUFF AND THOUGHT I’D MATCH SCENES TO HAIKYUU CHARACTERS! CREDS TO @ whopoopedthebed on Twitter for the scenes!
BOKUTO AND KUROO:
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NISHINOYA: (ft. SUGA AND DAICHI IN BACK)
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ATSUMU (WHEN HIS TEAMMATES DISLIKE HIM AFTER HE CALLS THEM ALL TRASH):
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OIKAWA TALKING TO IWA:
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AKAASHI AND BOKUTO:
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UKAI AND HINATA:
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TENDOU:
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KENMA AND KUROO:
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YAKU:
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blu-joons · 11 hours ago
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Holly’s Surprise Gift ~ Min Yoongi
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Your smile widened as Yoongi unwrapped yet another present that you had bought for him, knowing that a new pencil case for the studio was something that he needed, you had managed to find the perfect one for him.
There was wrapping paper everywhere as your Christmas celebrations continued to unfold, with gifts being exchanged between the two of you. Beside you, Holly was curled up, completely unfazed by what was going on.
With yet another present underneath the Christmas tree, there was only one thing left underneath the tree. Yoongi reached across to pick the gift up that was underneath the tree, spinning it around so that he could find a label.
As he found it, his eyes widened in surprise as he looked between you and Holly. Your head nodded back at him to let him know that he was reading it right, much to his surprise, you had decided to buy a present for Holly for Christmas too.
You were never much of a dog person, building a relationship with Holly had been hard for you, and Yoongi could definitely see that. The two of you had remained quite distant from each other, never expecting you to buy Holly a present.
“I didn’t think you’d want to buy for Holly,” Yoongi smiled weakly across at you.
Your shoulders shrugged back at him, as you tried to show Yoongi that you did care about Holly. Although it was difficult for you to build a relationship with Holly, you wanted to make sure that Yoongi knew you were trying to make the effort.
“Being around Holly is making me less scared of dogs, so I thought he needed a present too,” you laughed, “we can’t leave him out.”
“The two of you really are beginning to get quite comfortable around each other,” Yoongi smiled.
“It’s taking time,” you admitted, glancing across at Holly as Yoongi tapped his lap, encouraging him to move across to settle on top of him. “But I thought buying a present would help him to like me a little more too.”
Yoongi’s head nodded in reply as he began to tear through the paper, he understood your apprehension, and he was sure that Holly would understand too.
“What’s Y/N bought you?” Yoongi asked down to Holly as he began to paw against the wrapping paper, enjoying the sound of Yoongi tearing through it, sniffing around the package.
“I think I got the right one, but I can take it back if it’s the wrong one.”
Yoongi pulled the wrapping paper away from the gift, moving it around from underneath Holly’s nose so that he could look and see what you had bought. Much to his surprise, you had remembered exactly what Holly’s favourite treats were, buying him a gift box full of them.
“I think he likes them,” Yoongi teased as Holly tried to sniff around the box, nuzzling Yoongi away from them. “I’m sure if Holly could speak right now too, he’d be thanking you for buying him his favourites, these are the treats that he loves Y/N.”
You smiled in relief as Yoongi managed to find a moment to unwrap the box, taking one of the larger treats out of the box. As ever, he made sure that Holly sat down in front of him, following Yoongi’s instructions before handing the treat across to him to enjoy.
“I’m glad he’s liking them,” you noted as Holly quickly began to chew through the treat, “I thought it would upset him if I ended up getting the wrong ones by accident.”
“He loves everything, you never have to worry about that.”
Your head shook back across to Yoongi though, “I wanted to get something that proves that I’m trying with him, I’m trying to get over my fear and worries around dogs.”
“Are you wanting to prove something to me, or to yourself?” Yoongi enquired.
Your shoulders shrugged, truthfully, you were far from sure. “I just wanted you to know that I’m trying, that even though it might look like I struggle with Holly, I’m trying.”
“The two of us both know that,” Yoongi assured, reaching across to relax his hand over yours, “no one can expect you to settle around him instantly, and we know you’re trying too.”
It was taking time for you to settle around Holly, and you hoped that buying him a gift for Christmas would prove to Yoongi that you really were trying. You wanted to make sure that he saw the effort and knew that you were trying to bond with him.
“Why don’t you give him one of his treats? Do you feel like that is something you could do?” Yoongi offered, holding the treat packet out to you.
“As long as you tell me what I need to do, I’m sure that it’s something that I could try, how hard can it be to give him a treat?”
“He’ll take it from you in no time, just try and keep still.”
“I can do that,” you laughed as Yoongi placed the treat into your hand, “just stay right beside me whilst I give him the treat though, just to be sure.”
Yoongi’s head nodded as he called out Holly’s name, tapping against your palm so that he could see the treat. He quickly walked over, stopping as Yoongi held his hand up to him, sitting himself down in front of the two of you, patiently waiting for Yoongi to give him the cue.
“Slowly lower your hand and he’ll take it,” Yoongi instructed, placing his hand underneath yours so that he could lower your hand, keeping you still as Holly peered into your hand, immediately leaning up to take the treat out of your hand as soon as his eyes landed on it.
“That was a lot easier, I didn’t even feel his teeth against my hand.”
The smile on Yoongi’s face grew as he watched Holly run away to enjoy the treat, making sure that no one stole it. “Now that you’ve taken your first step, we can keep trying to do things to build the bond between the two of you. Maybe you can do a few more of the treat feeds now you know how it feels.”
Seeing the two of you continue to get close with one another was the only thing that Yoongi wanted for Christmas. The two of you were his family, and slowly seeing the two of you begin to get along was exactly what he wished for throughout most of the year.
“He’s not a bad dog, we’ve had him trained well,” Yoongi assured you.
“I do want to try and get on better with him, I don’t want to be scared of dogs forever, especially when Holly is such a huge part of your life too.”
“I know that he likes you,” Yoongi encouraged, “trust me, he’s like me, if there’s someone that he’s not sure of around, he will find the corner of the room and stay in it.”
“Well, they do say a dog is a man’s best friend, maybe the two of you are proving it.”
You never wanted to come between the two of them, and you didn’t want your fear to get in the way either. Whilst to most the treats were just a Christmas present, you hoped they would be the start of something more.
“I think watching you feed Holly has been the best present I’ve received this year,” Yoongi admitted, “seeing the two of you bond as my family is perfect.”
“I’ve been putting off making the effort with him for quite some time, but I thought there was no better time than Christmas to try and make the effort,” you responded, smiling across at him, “there’s no excuse during the holidays.”
Yoongi squeezed over your hand gently, “maybe you beginning to get over your fear can be the start of our Christmas miracle for this year.”
“I would have gotten over it eventually, it’s not a miracle,” you laughed, hitting lightly against his forearm, “it just takes time.”
His head nodded in agreement with you, “well, I just want you to know that I’m proud of you. Not just for taking the step to feed Holly, but also buying him a present, it really does mean a lot to me that you went out of your way to buy something for him too.”
“Now I know he likes those; they’ll be plenty more treats to come.”
“And I know that he’ll love that too.”
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jinpanman · a day ago
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Maybe I Love You, Maybe You Love Me
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summary: It’s something you’ve known since you were five and it’s only grown stronger as the decades passed.
pairing: yoongi x reader
wc: 2.9k
genre: pg, fluff, f2l
extra info/warnings: minimal cursing, spreading the husband!yoongi agenda once more lmao
a/n: SURPRISE @fluffyydumplings​!!! you’re such a cutie! you know who else is a cutie????? MIN YOONGI!!!!!!!1 also i saw your a/n in your fic... i would never hurt you. i mean i definitely tried at first. i know you like pain LOL but i couldn’t do that to you for CHRISTMAS so there is No Pain here <3 i promise hehe but i’m sorry it’s so short 😭😭😭 i really hope you enjoy this regardless 🥺💞 with greatest love, your pretty snowflake santa 
thank yous to my trashy possums for the support! the biggest thank you to @reliablemitten​ and @calixwrites​ for helping make this so much better with your input! i would probably be crying alone in a ditch rn if not for all of you <<33333
selected prompts from @btswritingcafe​: “Love in the form of handholding is ideal…so allow me to never let go.” + “You said we would be happy…why did I believe you?”
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“Min Yoongi! I’m going to marry you one day! Just watch! We’re gonna get married and you can’t stop me!”
You groan loudly into your hands, grimacing at the TV screen where an adolescent version of you continues to spout absolute nonsense to a boy with a tragic bowl cut. The now much older boy—who thankfully no longer sports a terrible haircut—sits beside you, very badly stifling a laugh.
Yoongi’s eyes are crinkled despite his otherwise cool expression and you just know he’s got something to say. Your gaze wanders upwards to his freshly dyed hair, courtesy of none other than you. He’d begged you just a few days ago to “please dye my hair back to black before both our moms kill me” to which your reply was “wow I’d love to see that.” But because you are weak to all things Yoongi, you spent the rest of that day together in his bathroom. It’s a strangely intimate thing, touching someone’s hair. It doesn’t help knowing that Yoongi’s always been so particular about who gets to touch his hair. Just as your thoughts begin to veer off tangent about what else happened that night—
“You’re staring,” he whispers and you jerk in your seat when you notice how close he’s gotten to you in the short time you spaced out.
“No, you’re staring. Get back on your side of the couch!” you hiss and push him back to his previous spot.
He goes easily, but not without showing off the biggest and brattiest pout. Do not fixate on his lips, you tell yourself, but your attention latches on anyway. It’s hard not to when those very lips were pressed against yours that same night his blonde hair turned black. You retaliate by flashing your tongue before turning to your parents.
“Do we really have to keep watching this?”
Your mother, who cuddles with your father on the adjacent couch, laughs. She laughs at your humiliation and you have never felt more betrayed. Are mothers not supposed to protect their offspring? You respond to this treachery by jutting out your legs like a petulant child and flailing about. Your hand smacks Yoongi right in the nose, effectively wiping off the smugness on his face. It’s not what you were going for, but it is a victory nonetheless.
Good, you think. Serves him right!
Mrs. Min, the cheeky woman with a tongue as sharp as her eyes, raises a hand to her mouth and lets out the daintiest giggle you have ever heard come out of her. It leaves you absolutely dumbfounded and you can only gape mid tackle when she responds to you.
“Why would you ask such a ridiculous question? Of course we do, honey! It’s practically tradition at this point.”
Tradition unfortunately means reminiscing about all the most embarrassing things you and Yoongi have ever said or done in the past twenty plus years of life. Oh, the joy of having parents attached to the hip with your best friend’s parents. There are absolutely no secrets left to hide from the man, but you suppose it’s not such a bad thing. He’s literally seen and heard it all and still, he is here.
It’s too bad he is a completely useless comrade.
“Yoongi!” He meets your desperate gaze and raises his brows in a silent question. You motion wildly in the direction of both of your parents. “Stop them!”
He shrugs. Yoongi shrugs because he is a menace. A very stupidly cute menace but a menace nonetheless.
“It’s only fair they laugh at you today. I already got my fair share yesterday so I’m not stopping them.”
An embarrassing whine escapes your lips at his obvious lack of assistance. You hate that he’s right. Yesterday you had the pleasure of watching the parents gush and coo over ten-year-old Yoongi’s heartbroken letter to you—with tear stains and all—when you got your first boyfriend. He’d asked you then to never have another boyfriend because it made him “very sad”. So sad that he never wanted to eat ice cream again. You, of course, didn’t listen to him and his then very tearful, very desperate request. What ten-year-old girl would say no to the popular and funny “it boy” at school? Not you!
A screech from the TV disrupts your train of thought.
The much younger you screeches out a very loud, very obnoxious “HOLD MY HAND!” You don’t have to look at the screen to know who it’s directed at. You bury your face into the arm of the sofa with a resigned groan. You hear both then-Yoongi and now-Yoongi giggle and your heart does this weird flopping around in your chest that you do your best to ignore. 
Your hand twitches in your lap. Oh to have the gutsiness that kid-you had. You absolutely would like to hold Yoongi’s hand right now. You want to curl your fingers around his and never let go. This feeling is very not friendzone-appropriate. A mutual friendzoning, if you will. An unfortunate mutual friendzone. A zone that you very much want to get out of, and if the kiss you shared a few nights ago is anything to go by, you hope to be moving onto greener pastures some time very soon.
You should have known this would be the most prevalent pastime for your and Yoongi’s parents during your week-long holiday at the Min’s cabin. Yoongi had been the one to suggest it and your parents ate it up in an instant. You all worked hard to make it happen. The Mins are a second family, a second home. This is the first winter holiday you’re spending together in the past three years, but you should have known the consequences of your actions.
In your heart of hearts, you know that you truly don’t mind. Being the only children of your families, you and Yoongi have both long stopped trying to dim the delight in your parents’ eyes when they retell stories about the two of you a hundred times over, always giggling as if it were the first time.
Knowing you don’t really mind doesn’t mean you’ll ever stop complaining, though.
“Dad! You said we would be happy and have a fun time this week! Why, oh, why did I believe you?” He grunts in response and you know that’s as good a reply as you’re gonna get. “Okay. Well. While I am so honored that you are all getting an absolute kick out of my embarrassment, I have decided that I am going to go and shovel the snow. Outside. Where there is snow that needs to be shoveled. So. Enjoy yourselves.”
You quickly dismiss yourself before your dad has the chance to convince you to stay. He’s good at that. Sweet talking you into doing things you’d otherwise detest doing or things you know you’ll regret. Like that one time he persuaded you it was a good idea to swap out ketchup with sriracha when you were making your mom a sandwich. The only good thing to come out of your suffering that day was knowing that your dad suffered just as much as you did.
You’re about ten steps onto the patio when you hear the front door open and shut behind you. You don’t need to turn around to know who it is. There’s only one person in the cabin that would follow you out in the snow. Would follow you anywhere. You continue on your way over the stepping stones, shovel in hand, and maybe it’s stupid but you regulate your breathing to fall in step with the crunch of snow behind you.
“I can’t believe you would leave me all by myself in that den of lions,” comes a voice behind you.
“Someone had to be the sacrificial lamb. Figured you wouldn’t mind. After all, you were the one who said it would be a great idea to celebrate the holidays together this year.”
“But I —”
You cut him off before he can argue, wanting to see how much you can wind him up. “I knew I shouldn’t have given in. I am considerably less than happy right now. Unhappy! Miserable! Glum! Regretful! Woeful, even—!”
Yoongi sniffs loudly behind you.
The next thing you know, he’s stepping in front of you, reaching for the snow shovel in your hand and you’re falling, falling, falling until your back crashes into the snow. It’s cold. The chill immediately passes through the layers of warmth you’ve put on, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when your attention is wholly captured by the view above you.
Yoongi has fallen with you and landed directly on top of you. Small puffs of air fall from his parted lips and fall over your face. Would this count as an indirect kiss? Would he let you nudge his head down closer so your lips can meet once more? That first time was simply not enough.
Your eyes trace over Yoongi’s face and you take in the way his front bangs fall down his face, so tragically alluring and so long. It was a mistake not to give him a haircut along with the dye job. He’s much too dangerous with this longer hairstyle. The rich brown shines under the near blinding white surrounding you and your fingers twitch with a need to push his hair back so you can see his face better. His cheeks and button nose are tinged a light pink and you are half tempted to take him home so he won’t have to endure the cold anymore. You don’t, though, because he has you caught in the most scandalous position ever. It’s too much to compute.
“I- you- You need to- You’re heavy. Get off before you break my back.”
You watch his curled lips inch ever so slowly closer. He’s leaning in dangerously close and now you really are frozen. You both know you don’t want him to move. If you really wanted to, you could easily overpower him. You don’t though, and that knowledge has his shit-eating grin growing wider. The ever devious Cheshire cat.
“You talk too much,” he says, earning him an affronted glare.
“I do not!”
“Baby if you don’t shut up, I’ll make you shut up.”
You scoff and level him with a cocked brow. “I’d like to see you try.”
He mirrors you, raising his own brow. Smirks. Then with absolutely no hesitation—
“Marry me.”
Well, holy shit.
“Marry—”
“Min Yoongi.” Your voice comes out in a tremble. You clear your throat and start again. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll shut up right now.”
“You’re what’s good for me.”
All at once he drops his weight onto you and smothers you whole. You’re so blindsighted that all you can muster is a muted grunt. Oh sweet, good heavens above. You are not a strong soldier. You are weak. You are so weak.
“Yoongi…”
“Yes, wife?”
You whine. You squeak. You whimper. 
You thank your lucky stars that both of you are wearing coats. Coats thick enough that you know for certain he won’t be able to feel how quickly your heart races. Who knows, though. If your own mother can betray you, why wouldn’t the very fabrics that clothe your body betray you too?
“I can’t feel my legs. It’s too cold.”
He stiffens on top of you.
“Oh. Crap. I forgot about- Shoot. Okay. Let me- let me get off.”
“I’m certainly not stopping you.”
Yoongi quickly pushes himself off and pulls you up with him—right into his strong embrace. He’s never been much of a hugger. Self proclaimed hug-hater even, so it always makes your heart flutter at the way he always hugs you so tightly. The way he hugs only you this way. The way he’s always hugged you this way.
His breath fans across your forehead as he asks, “Can you stand okay or do you still need a moment?”
“I-I still need a moment, yeah.”
He gives you exactly five seconds to recuperate.
“I know we’ve been so busy with this trip that we haven’t been able to talk about that moment in my bathroom. The kiss.”
Your legs have once again turned to mush and if it weren’t for his arms around you, you’d surely have fallen again. You nod weakly. It’s all you can do with the way his very being is taking over all your senses. He pauses again, warms up your ears between his fingers.
“I love you, you know? I know you love me too.” You nod again, blushing at how easily he’s able to say it. “And I know we both know we’ve been kinda terrible at… this.” A laugh. Another nod in understanding.
“Yeah. I- you’re right. We’ve sucked. A lot.”
“I love you and I wanna take you out on dates. Proper dates. Then after the third date or so, I’m going to ask you to be with me. Like, be my girlfriend. And…we’ll date for maybe a year or two before I propose. You’ll say yes, of course. And um, well we can figure the rest of it along the way.”
He speaks so casually and so matter-of-factly. It’s driving you a little crazy. More than you’re already feeling.
“You sound very sure of yourself there. Who says I’m gonna say yes?” Your voice is shaking. Your entire body is shaking and warm all over.
“I’m confident in our love.”
He shrugs like the nonchalant fiend that he is. Oh, good lord. You burrow your face into his scarf and groan quietly when you hear his soft, breathless giggle. It tickles your ear.
“Marry me,” he repeats. “Maybe not today. Maybe not even next year. But I would like to marry you one day.”
“What is this?” you grumble. “Where is this even coming from?”
“Sorry. I have terrible timing. I just- I saw you looking so pretty in the snow and I just… I didn’t want to wait anymore? I’ve already waited for so long and I’m getting too old and selfish. If I could have my way I would’ve married you like five years ago.”
“Terrible timing is right! You’re saying we could’ve been in wedded bliss for all this time?”
“I also just really wanna hold your hand without having to use the excuse that my hands are cold.”
“So hold my hand then!”
This earns you a hearty laugh. You remove his hands from where they’ve rested firmly on your hips and interlace your right hand with his left. You’ve held hands many, many times in the years you’ve known him. The thrill of being connected never dims, and now with the confirmation and security of his feelings for you, the tingle that runs up your arm buzzes even more.
There’s a calm sort of giddiness building up inside of you. Years of yearning, of anticipation, have led to this moment. It was inevitable, you think, for the two of you to fall in love. This lifetime of friendship has served as the perfect foundation to the longing and affection for one another. It feels right in an easy, comfortable way—a warm blanket of love covering the two of you even as the blanket of snow on the ground sparkles in the chilled air. It’s something you’ve known since you were five and it’s only grown stronger and more defined as the decades passed.
“Just so you know…” he mumbles, his eyes glued to where your hands are connected, “love in the form of handholding is ideal, so allow me to never let go.”
“Oh my god. When did you get this cheesy? Why are you only revealing this side of you now?”
He chuckles and gives your hands a squeeze. “In case you forgot, I’ve been hanging out a lot with the Great Wooing Master Seokjin these days. He’s recently taken me on as his apprentice so you can blame him.”
“I’m gonna kick his ass when we get back home.”
Your faux scowl transforms into a wide grin when he cackles at your statement. He pulls your hands up, kisses them. “Okay, well now that I’ve gotten my Christmas wish, what do you say we go back inside because I don’t plan on freezing to death before we can get to the wedding planning.”
Yoongi leads you back toward the cabin, and you follow him easily. Just as he would follow you anywhere, you would follow him to the ends of the earth. Would follow him to your doom. Including the doom that waits inside the very cabin.
"Our parents are not going to let us live this down if we go in holding hands.”
“And?”
“Dude. They’re going to make fun of us the moment we step inside. They’re going to make fun of us even on their deathbeds."
"If it's with you, I don’t think I’d ever mind. Dude.”
You snort and push him away. Then you make a run for the house. He shouts. The crunching behind you grows louder and just as your hand brushes against the doorknob, a pair of arms attach themselves around your waist. You erupt into a pair of uncontrollable giggles as he pulls you in close.
He purrs your name into your ear, sending a shiver straight down your spine. “I’m going to marry you one day. I’m going to marry you and you can’t stop me.”
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a/n 2.0: uuuhhhh so apparently i just….really like the idea of yoongi getting married???? Hahahahaha but…. can you blame me?????? He’s just… so, ssooooo HUSBAND. also the title is inspired by “Maybe” sung by Lee Haeri from Davichi for the Her Private Life kdrama aka The Best Rom Drama In Existence am i right or am i right @sunshinejunghoseokie​
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bts-trans · 2 days ago
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211204 Suga’s Tweet
생일 축하해요 브로~! #진생일ᄎᄏ #슈가입니다 #한국날짜로축하해야하는거죠 #진심으로추카추카
Happy Birthday bro~! #HappyBdayJin #ItsSuga #GottaWishYouAccordingToTheKoreanDateRight #HappyHappyBdayFromTheBottomOfMyHeart
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busan-jimin · 2 days ago
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WAITING FOR THE DAWN — 03/12
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📂 songsofyoonkook ⋆ em caso de inspiração, dê os créditos a @trancyzp ♡
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xsugalisp · 2 days ago
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Love of my life 🧡
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mintkims · a day ago
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FIRST DATE ― a min yoongi one-shot [bts masterlist]
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☆ pairings: min yoongi x reader ☆ genre: e2l, fluff, slight angst ☆ words: 2k words ☆ rating: general (G) ☆ prompt: "straighten your back you banana shaped fuck!" ☆ warnings: profanity, unedited ☆ mentions: thank you @gaeguuliii for the adorable request! i hope you enjoy ~
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© mintkims 2021. All rights reserved. Copying, reposting, translating, and modifying in any platform or by any means without the author's permission is not permitted.
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Just when he thought today couldn't get any worse.
It all started with him accidentally spilling his black coffee all over your white jumper after lunch.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" You hissed. "I can't believe you picked today out of all days to be a prick."
"I'm sorry." He mumbled almost immediately, shocking both you and himself in the process.
The two of you had known (and absolutely despised) each other for over five years now. Your rivalry had began sometime in middle school when he had newly joined your class. You were your teacher's favorite, the best at every subject or hobby you picked up: especially making music.
Mrs. Soojin, your music teacher had barely paid attention to any of the students, but her behavior drastically changed when it came to you because you were one of the only children who had been able to play advanced notes on her favorite instrument - the piano.
You had spent every hour of your free time memorizing piece after piece just to earn her approval and praise. So imagine your surprise when a pale new kid who joined mid-year had achieved everything you did - and more - in less than a day where it had taken you over a year.
You almost couldn't help the grimace that took over your features when you made eye contact with the kid; his large doe-like eyes narrowing when his gaze fell on you. His head slightly tipped to the side, soft pink lips turning upwards. You would have cooed at how he resembled a kitten if you weren't so pissed. The urge to slap the (what looked like) smug smirk off his face was astronomical.
"Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata?" Mrs. Soojin gasped, eyes wide in admiration. "When did you learn how to do that?"
"I memorized all keys of the piano before I learnt how to talk." He shrugged earning a scoff from you. "I could play all his pieces in my sleep."
"What is your name, my dear?" Your teacher asked. "Why don't you introduce yourself to the class."
His gaze snapped back to you as he slid off the bench. Instead of making his way to the front of the class and bowing the way new students would, he plopped down on his seat towards the back. Throwing an arm over the back of the seat with his legs spread obnoxiously, he drawled. "Min Yoongi. Genius. Those two words should be enough."
You could barely hear the chorused 'ooh's from your classmates over the disgusted string of curses that left your lips. Your teacher merely giggled affectionately before ruffling his hair and making her way to the front of the class to begin the lesson.
From that day on, Min Yoongi had become your biggest rival.
You would spend twice the amount of time practicing; swapping sleep for online piano lessons. Your goal was to outperform him no matter what it took. Unfortunately for you, years had passed since you initially made that promise for yourself, the day was yet to come.
Until then, you had no choice but to deal with his snark remarks and proud smirks.
Despite your obvious dislike for the brazen fool that was Min Yoongi, there were times that even you couldn't deny the talent oozing off of him when he played the piano. The way his fingers would glide over the keys was nothing short of hypnotizing; the beautiful melody soothing to your ears. It was almost as if the instrument was made for him.
"If you're going to compliment me," The brazen fool in question snickered, snapping you out of your trance. "Get in line."
"I was going to tell you to straighten your back, you banana shaped fuck." You scorned, shooting him the fakest smile you could muster before walking out of the class and completely ignoring the way the sweet ring of his laughter made something in your stomach stir.
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"Are you sure you don't have a little crush on him?" Your mother giggled, spooning some more vegetables in your plate.
You had just finished explaining today's events at school to your parents. Dismissing your graphic language - you described your encounter with Yoongi, wild hand gestures and everything. You made sure you'd emphasized on how infuriating he was. Instead of agreements from the people who birthed you, the last conclusion you expected from any of them was that.
You blanched. "You think I like that buffoon?"
"Ooh." Your younger brother mocked. "Noona has a crush."
"Shut up Namjoon." You hissed, flinging a pea in his direction.
Your dad grumbled. "Stop playing with your food."
Gritting your teeth, you shoveled spoonfuls of food in your mouth, wanting to get dinner done as fast as possible so you could go and rant about Yoongi to your best friend in the privacy of your room.
You did not have a crush on Min Yoongi.
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"You have the biggest crush on Min Yoongi."
You sighed. "Its been five years since you've been saying that Hyujin."
"And its been eight years since I've known you." She retorted, sticking her tongue out. "Admit the fact that you like him despite how he annoys the crap out of you. And he has nice hands."
You choked, nearly spilling the juice you were holding all over your brand new white jumper. "You pervert."
"Don't deny it." Hyujin said, wiggling her eyebrows. "I read your old diary entries. You love him."
She laughed loudly, playfully shoving you to the side while you flipped her the bird completely unaware of the stunned figure that stood in your way.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" You hissed without thinking twice. "I can't believe you picked today out of all days to be a prick."
"I'm sorry." He mumbled in a heartbeat, making your eyes widen in surprise.
"It's... okay." You said, shuffling away from him, concerned and slightly creeped out. "... bye."
"Do you think he heard us?" Hyujin remarked quietly once the two of you entered the girl's bathrooms. "He looked... disturbed."
Although you were surprised he didn't retort with a smart comment of his, a pinch of worry clouded your heart at how he didn't sound like himself. Was he okay?
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Playing the piano was therapy for Yoongi. He would often find himself getting lost in the melody, fingers moving at their own accord as the music soothed his soul. Unfortunately today, his mind had been so jumbled that even his first love couldn't comfort him. The words 'she likes me back' played repeatedly in his head, practically driving him to the edge of insanity.
Yoongi remembered the first time he had laid eyes on you. The way your hair framed your face, soft wisps brushing against the apples of your cheeks. Your lips were pulled into a smile while your fingers moved over the keys of the piano smoothly.
As much as he didn't want to admit it, he felt an unusual flutter in his chest the moment you locked eyes with him.
The pout on your face, eyes flashing from disbelief to envy when Mrs. Soojin had complimented him was adorable. Yoongi couldn't help but repeatedly get on your nerves just to rile you up. Although a small part of him wished the relationship you both shared didn't borderline on negativity, the satisfaction of being able to get under your skin like nobody else made everything worth it.
He never did put a label on his feelings, but now that he thought about it, Yoongi had been in love with you for so long that knowing you returned his feelings felt new. A thousand different thoughts on whether he should act on his feelings or not buzzed through his mind.
And so that's what he did.
After a week of blatantly avoiding you; the next time he saw you - which was coincidentally after music class - he stopped you. He pushed his hands into the pocket of his hoodie to disguise the slight tremble in his fingertips at the sight of your concerned expression. The speech he prepared along with the 30 minute practice he did in front of the bathroom mirror had flown right out of his head, leaving a stuttering mess of a brain behind.
"Hi." He nodded, watching your lips pull into an awkward smile.
"Hello Yoongi."
"So uh." He mumbled, scratching the back of his head. "I don't know how to say this but... There's this new café that's opened up down south street."
"Oh yeah." You smiled. "Club Coffee was it?"
"Yes!" He exclaimed, a little too enthusiastically before clearing his throat. "I mean yeah. That one."
"... okay?"
He blanked out for a second, brown eyes boring into yours. "Do you want to go... check it out with me after class?"
"Sure."
His eyes nearly burst out of his head at your easy approval. In his defense, he expected at least a punch on the face if not a harsh rejection from you at the idea of going on a date with him. He gaped at the sight of your soft smile and wink before you turned on your heel and made your way to your next class.
Yoongi stood there for a couple of minutes, comprehending the last few minutes that had happened before laughing incredulously and skipping his way to his next class.
This date will be perfect. He'd make sure of it.
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"I am so very sorry." He apologized loudly, taking off his coat and putting it over your head, the thunder nearly making him deaf. "I had no idea it was going to rain. The sky was literally clear five minutes ago!"
"Its okay!" You smiled, making him feel guilty. It was your first date together and he already managed to fuck this up.
"My apartment is down the street!" He informed, throwing his arm around your shoulder in a futile attempt to shield you from the rain. "We can stay there until the rain stops."
You nodded, and he took that as a queue to pull you with him across the road while trying to ignore the warmth rushing down his spine at the feeling of you pressed against his side.
By the time you walked into the apartment, you both were soaked through the bone and shivering as Yoongi rushed to his room and grabbed as many blankets and towels for you as he could.
"You're shaking." He noted, wrapping you in the biggest towel he owned and handing you a pair of his night clothes. "Here are some of my clothes, the bathroom is down the hall. You can take a warm shower while I whip something hot up for the both of us."
Yoongi watched you nod weakly before you trudged to the bathroom and closed the door. The entire time he spent cleaning up, he couldn't help but feel horrible at the way your day turned out. He wanted to spend today making you feel special but instead, he ruined both of your day.
"Yoongi?" Your soft voice called out to him. "Are you okay?"
"No." He huffed, clenching his fists. "I've been planning out date for weeks and yet I fucked it up even before it could happen. I feel so horrible for making you hate me all these years! And when I get a chance to redeem myself and maybe tell you about how I've liked you for years now - everything gets screwed up. God, I'm such an idiot -"
"Yoongi!" You exclaimed, eyes wide. "You didn't ruin anything."
"I did." He muttered dejectedly.
"No." You sighed softly, walking over to him and grasping his cold hands in your warm ones. Yoongi gasped softly at the gentle touch, looking at you in shock. "The day isn't over yet. What do you say we get some of that soup you made and watch a movie together?"
"Okay." He nodded, voice soft.
"Okay." You grinned, skipping to the living room and piling up the blankets together.
Yoongi watched you fondly, shuffling around in his clothes and could only think of one thing - how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.
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note: so... if you haven't noticed... i might have gotten a little carried away...
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