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heottokes · 7 months

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𝐚𝐜𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞. 62. say yes

acquiesce v. to accept something reluctantly but without protest. two strangers are trying to rewrite their story that was already written for them but to do that they need each other. yoongi needs y/n to keep his only dream alive and y/n needs yoongi to keep her secret hidden. so the two strangers form an unlikely alliance of playing pretend.

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Yoongi’s grandfather welcomes you to his home warmly. The house was quiet unlike the first and last time you visited. You followed him outside where he was sitting before you came over. A half played baduk laid out on the floor. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” He asks as he sits back down. He gestures for you to sit across from him, and you follow while Yoongi sits in between the two of you.

“We wanted to visit you before we make our summer break plans.” Yoongi explains. His grandfather only nods as he continues the game. He moves his piece and gestures for your turn. As you contemplate your move, Yoongi continues. “Did you hear? About Jack Trader?” His grandfather hums while watching your move. “Did you have anything to do with it?”

You both turn your attention to Yoongi. You look at him with shock and confusion at his insinuation. His grandfather laughs. “Why do you think I would have anything to do with it?”

“He has managed to get away with it for this long. Bribing and extorting his way out of it. All of a sudden, he resigns. And there’s a whistleblower coming forward that’s not going to be silenced?”

Yoongi’s grandfather makes his next move and crosses his arms. “And if I did have something to do with it?”

You pause seeing Yoongi’s apprehension. “Why would you do that?” He sighs frustrated. “I didn’t ask you to do that, and I don’t want to owe you anymore than I already do.”

“The moment I met y/n, your debt to me was gone.” Yoongi’s shoulders relax and a look of shock covers his face. “The moment I knew you were willing to give up your dreams for her sake, I knew it was love.” Yoongi couldn’t help the blush that took over his face. You smile sheepishly as well. “I would have done anything for your grandmother; the love of my life. She always wanted to me retire early and travel with her. I wanted to keep working even though I love her. I eventually did and we spent time together like we always talked about. But now she’s gone, I realised I didn’t leave enough time.” His voice was soft and melancholic. His gaze somewhere far away. “How can I hold it against you when it was for love?” The words Yoongi wanted to say didn’t come out. He grew up knowing his grandfather as the toughest person he knew. Harsher and colder than his parents. Unforgiving and unrelenting. He never gave special treatment. He never bent the rules. Yoongi grew up disappointing him. He wanted Yoongi to continue as his father’s heir. Follow through the family business. When Yoongi asked for his help, he wasn’t surprised when he asked for what he would get in return, once a businessman always a businessman. It didn’t surprise Yoongi when he said he wanted him to intern under his father so he could take over the business. But now, he’s changed his mind? No, he has a change of heart. Yoongi finds it hard to believe. “I don’t want to have any more regrets when it comes to you, Yoongi.” His grandfather continues seemingly reading his mind. “I don’t want to ruin any more of my relationships. I don’t want to only leave my money and business behind. I don’t want you to live a life you don’t want.” Yoongi tears up at how his grandfather speaks about his life. How he acknowledges his limited time.

“Thank you; for everything.” The two hug for the first time in a long time.

━━━☆

“So now that we’re all graduated, what’s next?” Namjoon asks the group. After the graduation ceremony, everyone celebrated with their own classmates. Then, celebrated with their families after. The entire group only had time to meet up a couple of weeks after. “I got a job with a not-for-profit that focuses on mental health issues.”

“That’s so cool, Joon!” Adora commends Namjoon as did everyone else.

“I already signed with a label.” Hyewon says not surprising anyone. Everyone congratulated her as she raised her beer as a thanks.

You all sat in a circle on foldable chairs. The sea breeze refreshing as you dig your feet in the sand. The small bonfire is the main source of light. “Hobi hooked us up under his parents’ label.” Jungkook answered.

“I already booked some gigs for magazines and fashion week.” Taehyung informed proudly.

“I’m shadowing my dad for a couple months before I get an official position in his company.” Jin says. “What about you two?” Jin directs the question to you and Yoongi who are the last ones to answer.

Everyone went around talking about their plans and futures, but you stayed quiet. You hadn’t thought about it. Your parents most likely already planned for you to work with them. Yoongi hadn’t told you his plans either. “Paris,”

“Paris?” You and the entire group repeated Yoongi’s answer in shock.

He looks at you with a boyish smile. “Wanna go to Paris?” You were flustered and butterflies swirled around in your stomach. “I know, we haven’t discussed it, but we should get away just the two of us. Before we get busy with this new chapter of our lives.” You couldn’t contain your smile ignoring everyone’s comments about the romance. “What do you say?”

“Yes,”

━━━☆

“I never thought I would be in Paris.” You sigh dreamily as you look at the city lights.

“Jin mentioned you wanted to take Joon here when we got back from our trip. Sorry, you’re here with me instead.” You laughed at his apology.

“Are you kidding?” You close the distance between the two of you and lay your hand on his chest. “There’s no one else I’d rather be here with than you. I just meant Joon would appreciate this city.” He hums placing his hand on top of yours. “I can’t believe you still remember that. That was like three years ago?”

“I remember everything about you.” Your heart swells at his affection. You couldn’t help but think about how far the two of you have come. From sitting awkwardly across each other, plotting your lies and forced interest to sitting on a balcony overlooking the Eiffel Tower and confessing your mutual love for each other like it was the first time. “What are your plans when we get back?”

You sigh replacing your hand on his chest with your head. He wraps his arm around you, and you take in the scenery in front of you. “I don’t know. I’m surprised my parents haven’t told me what my plans are.” You chuckle at their odd behaviour. Did they have a change of heart like Yoongi’s grandfather? You didn’t want to even entertain the idea and give you a gleam of hope. But if they did, you didn’t know where you would start. Going back to esreservations was not an option. You will keep in touch with Hyori, but you don’t want to put yourself and the people you care about in danger again. “What about you?”

“I still have until the end of this year until the lease on my studio is up. Probably work on new music, release and promote it, and get signed by a label.” You nod solemnly. Everyone knows what they’re doing but you. As if he read your thoughts, Yoongi squeezed your shoulder. You look up at him and he gives you a smile. “Let’s call your parents tomorrow, ask them if they have any plans for you. If they do, we can talk about if you want to do it.” You laugh at the idea. Saying no to your parents? That would be a first. “If they don’t, then we’ll figure it out together.”

“That sounds nice.” For once in your life, you made a decision for yourself. You outweighed the risks against the benefits and took a leap of faith. For once, you didn’t have a plan. You broke the rules. You went against everything you knew and believed in. It turned out to be the best thing you ever did. Because of it, you met Yoongi. You found your people and made unbreakable bonds with them. Because of it, you are in love and are experiencing moments to remember for the rest of your life. Because of it, you know there is no need to worry. The best things come without any plan or calculation. The best things will come if you let it and say yes. The best things will come because it was always meant to be.

[a/n] ok here it is! the epilogues are out so this means the completed end to acquiesce for good. not sure if anyone will catch onto the callbacks from the previous chapters but if you do, you're amazing :O

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Be My Calico Cat

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𓃠 Pairing: Min Yoongi × Park Jimin 𓃠 Side Pairing: Kim Taehyung × Jeon Jungkook | Kim Seokjin × Kim Namjoon | Jung Hoseok × IU 𓃠 Genre: Fluff | Romance | Angst 𓃠 Trope: University au | Mafia au | Social Media au 𓃠 Rating: PG13 𓃠 Updates: every Friday 𓃠 Summary: Yoongi, the I-really-don't-wanna-be-a member of the Seoul's biggest drug cartel, The Hwanggeum, has been blaming himself for the past fifteen years for the tragedy that happened to Jimin. But a fateful turn of events brings them face to face. And they find themselves uncovering the truth that throws Yoongi off the pedestal on which Yoongi has been balancing his life till now.

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Four’s a Crowd (rewrite!)

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The Jeon twins are vastly different at first glance, an outgoing up and coming singer and a single mother who avoids others like the plague. Yn avoids BigHit for numerous reasons, Jungkook is well aware of that, but he longs for his two families to combine. One little push for Yn to meet others couldn't be that bad, right?

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Heartbeat (Kim Taehyung x reader) (Enemy to lovers au)

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Invisible String, 21: Home

summary: Sometimes the hardest thing in life is letting yourself be seen.

pairing: yoongi x f!reader

rating: explicit 🔞

genre: social media au, angst, fluff, romance

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chapter warnings: EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD. minors DNI. Chapter also contains swearing, blood, mentions of violence, mentions of assault, mentions of being put in jail, mentions of a racial slur (that is not actually explicitly written), mentions of loss, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, possessiveness, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering.

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“Where the fuck were you during practice, huh?” Yoongi spits, shoving Ted back another step. He watches in twisted fascination as crimson drips from the captain’s mouth. “You sure as hell don’t look sick!”

Ted sneers, teeth shining red from where Yoongi had hit him, and spits onto the ground at Yoongi’s feet. “Fuck you, I should have you arrested for assault.”

Yoongi scoffs. “That’s rich coming from the man assaulting half the campus!”

The captain’s eyes narrow and he takes a measured step forward, bringing himself closer to Yoongi’s face, which doesn’t look much better than Ted’s. “I’d watch what the fuck you say.”

The racial slur that falls from Ted’s lips next is obviously meant to be heard by Yoongi, but none of the people that have gathered to watch. It lingers in the air between them, bounces around Yoongi’s brain a few times, and ignites a fire in Yoongi’s chest he can’t put out.

The motherfucker wants to die.

But before Yoongi can raise another fist, shouts break through the crowd. Seokjin, Taehyung, and Jungkook push through, Taehyung’s arms wrapping around Yoongi’s waist to pull him back. Yoongi lets out a growl and tries to fight him off, but Taehyung drags him back with all his weight.

“He’s not worth it,” Taehyung huffs, relieved when Seokjin places himself between Yoongi and Ted.

Ted smirks, swiping his thumb across the edge of his mouth and glancing at the blood that comes away. “You should listen to them, Yawn-gie. You’re already going to regret this.”

Yoongi presses forward in Taehyung’s arms. “Is that a threat?”

“Come on,” Seokjin placates. “There’s no need for this to escalate. It’s just a misunderstanding–”

Ted scoffs. “Yeah, sure. It’s just an accident that he punched me and accused me of rape, right?”

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” Yoongi growls, and it takes both Taehyung and Jungkook to pull him away this time.

Ted laughs humorlessly. “Yeah, a real misunderstanding.”

Paxton stands beside the basketball captain, jaw clenched as he looks between Yoongi and Ted. He sighs and nudges his friend. “We should go, T.”

“I have no reason to go anywhere,” Ted snaps, jutting his chin in Yoongi’s direction. “He’s the one who attacked me on my own property.”

“You don’t own the apartment building,” Jungkook grumbles with a roll of his eyes.

Ted’s eyes flash as he swings his glare on Jungkook.

“Come on,” Seokjin huffs, ushering the three of his friends away. “We should go before–”

Sirens slice through the air, whooping loudly in the otherwise silent night, and Seokjin’s shoulders slump.

“--before the cops show up,” he grumbles, throwing his hands up. “Fuck!”

~*~*~

Yoongi walks into the apartment with a slam of the door the next morning, still a bit riled up over what happened. He’s livid he had to spend a night in jail because of that asshole. Livid that the guy is going to continue to get away with this shit. And now Yoongi is the one who looks like the bad guy. He may even have assault charges against him because he’d punched the guy in the face.

What a fucking joke.

Yoongi huffs and stops short when he rounds the corner, surprised to find the TV on. He hesitates when he sees you sitting on the couch. Admittedly, he’s still angry about the fact you’d been here, hadn’t wanted to leave the apartment, and he hadn’t been allowed to come see you.

He also feels a bit guilty about that.

You don’t give him the chance to be wary of you though, launching off the couch and wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace he’s clearly not expecting.

His hands hover over your back before he pats you tentatively between the shoulder blades. “Are you okay?”

You huff and bury your face in his shirt. “I should be asking you that. What were you thinking, going after Ted Grayson like that?”

When you pull away to look at him, you’re met with his deep frown. “How do you know about that?”

“Why, Yoongi? What did fighting him change?” you press on, completely ignoring his question.

“More people will know what he’s doing,” he mutters, eyebrows pinching when you reach to prod at his bloody lip. He hisses and grabs your wrist, guiding your hand down. “Ghost, stop, I’m fine.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Don’t tell me you’re fine when you just spent a night in jail and look like you just got punched in the face.”

“I did get punched in the face,” Yoongi allows with a tilt of his lips that tugs on the cut. The expression is a bit unsettling, more sarcastic than anything. You find it frustrating that he can’t be serious about this.

“You didn’t have to fight him for me.”

“It wasn’t just for you,” Yoongi scoffs. “I’ve been quiet about that asshole for too long. You don’t hear half the stuff he says in the locker room. He thinks he has the entire campus in the palm of his hand just because he’s rich and his daddy donates to the school every year. He needs to be taught he can’t get away with this shit. This has to stop.”

“Yes,” you completely agree, reaching for his hand. “But you getting suspended, expelled, or losing your scholarship is not going to make any of that stop. If anything, it’s only going to encourage him.”

“Then what the fuck am I supposed to do?” Yoongi rips his hands from yours, running his hand through his hair. “Just stand by and listen whenever he makes racist fucking jokes about his own teammates? Just stand by and listen to him talk about all the women he’s coerced into going home with him? Into fucking behind the bushes after dark? I can’t do that!”

“I didn’t say to do nothing,” you justify, starting to get frustrated too. “You can’t solve every problem with your hands, Yoongi! Sometimes you have to be smart!”

He narrows his eyes at you, jaw clenching and unclenching. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Ghost?”

You roll your eyes and throw up your hands. “Everything is sounding like an insult to you right now because you’re in fight mode, but it doesn’t mean anything, Yoongi! I just meant that we, as two people who are less likely to be believed than some rich white guy, have to fight a little differently.”

Slowly, the fight melts from Yoongi’s shoulders. “What do you have in mind, Ghost?”

You swipe a finger across his cracked lip and click your tongue at the fresh blood. You nudge him toward the couch. “I’ll tell you, but first, sit.”

“But–”

“Sit,” you order, finger pointed at the cushion behind him. You wait until he does, then disappear into the bathroom to grab a wet cloth, some antibacterial ointment, and a couple of bandages. Unfortunately for him, it looks like Ted didn’t go down without fighting back. Even more unfortunately, you’re not so sure this will be the only way Ted fights. Your heart sinks at the mere idea of Yoongi losing his scholarship over you, even if he claims it wasn’t about you.

When you return, it’s to find Yoongi with his head tilted back against the couch, his eyes closed in a pained grimace. You frown and sit gingerly next to him, nudging your foot against his to rouse him.

He blinks slowly, rolling his head to the side to look at you. He raises his thumb to brush your cheek. “Ghost…”

You have half a mind to bite his finger off for being so stupid as to confront some rich guy for you, but you sigh instead and dab at his lip with the wet cloth.

“You’re an idiot, Min Yoongi,” you mutter and he quirks that smile again, once again tugging on the cut on his lip. You stare at it, heart falling a little. “What if you’d gotten hurt worse than this?”

His smile softens, his hand raising to your face to skate his thumb along the length of your jawline. “I’m more worried about you.”

Your eyes close, cheek leaning into the gentle touch. You’re mad at him, really fucking angry at him for taking this into his own hands and being so stupid. But you’re thankful he’s here and that he’s okay. At least, relatively.

“Will you tell me your plan now?” he questions quietly, and your eyes flutter open to meet his gentle gaze.

You force a smile. “I’ll tell you, okay? I will, but first you need rest.”

Yoongi frowns as you pull him to his feet and start to push him toward his bedroom, digging his heels stubbornly into the floor. “I don’t want to rest.”

“Even if I’m coming with you?” you offer, wrapping your arms around him from behind and placing a kiss on the back of his neck. Against his best efforts, he can’t hide the shiver that travels up his spine.

He sighs. “I guess I could rest.”

You grin, pulling him toward you to kiss just beneath his ear. “Good boy.”

He growls playfully and you laugh, stumbling after him as he drags you along into his bedroom, letting the door slam shut behind him.

~*~*~

The two of you end up tangled up in Yoongi’s bed, Yoongi rubbing your back while your hand drifts through his hair. The two of you haven’t gotten much rest, despite both being exhausted from the night before, but find yourself talking about anything that comes to mind instead.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to walk you home,” Yoongi eventually mutters, voicing what’s been on his mind since he found out what happened. He wraps his arms protectively around you and pulls you a little closer. “And I’m sorry I avoided you before the party. I was just frustrated you were ignoring me. Maybe if I hadn’t…”

You give a half-hearted laugh.

“Hey, you weren’t the only one doing the avoiding. I’m sorry too. I guess I was just feeling a bit overwhelmed and needed space. I’ll try to communicate that next time,” you sigh, drifting your fingers through his hair in an effort to soothe him. “And as much as I want you to be, you can’t always be there, Yoon.”

This is something you realized soon after the party, you wouldn’t always have Yoon there to save you. And you can’t expect him to be or get mad at him when he’s not. You need to be able to defend yourself too.

“No, but someone can be,” he points out. “Namjoon or Jimin can walk you too.”

You stare hard at the jersey he’d practiced in, the two of you too wrapped in your thoughts to even think about changing, and your heart aches a little. “It won’t stop him.”

“Maybe not,” He holds you tighter. “But it’ll help deter him.”

You think about how Namjoon and Jimin were there for you last night, how they seemed to genuinely care and worry about you and Yoongi. You begin to draw patterns on his arm. “You have a lot more friends here than you did in high school. You seemed more like a social outcast back then.”

Yoongi snorts. “That’s because my family had just left Korea and none of my classmates were Korean. I was miserable.”

“I always thought you were so cool,” you mutter with a wistful sort of sigh.

“Really?” he laughs. “Even though I had no friends?”

“I admired you for it, actually. Your ability to exist outside the norm and what people expect of you.”

“I could say the same about you,” he mumbles, giving your waist a pinch.

You squeak, swatting at his hand. “You didn’t even notice me in high school.”

“I did!” he claims.

You roll your eyes. “Right.”

“I did!” he laughs. “You were nice to everyone, even the people who treated you like shit. Even the people it made you a little lame to talk to. You didn’t care about any of that.”

“Yeah, well…” You purse your lips. “Everyone deserves to be treated like a human being.”

He smiles and kisses your head, then your cheek, slowly nudging his way down to your neck. “I admire you for that, Ghost. Not everyone has a heart like yours.”

Your cheeks heat and you duck your head, trying to hide how flustered his words make you. After you gather yourself, you hum. “Can I ask you something?”

He hums in agreement, squeezing you. “Shoot.”

“Why don’t you like relationships?”

His body tenses against yours and you almost reassure him it’s okay not to answer when he sighs, “I just don’t like labels, Ghost. I feel like they limit us too much, box us into things and put too much pressure on us to fit inside that box. I don’t like to define myself, my sexuality, or my relationships.”

Your eyebrows pinch as you think this over, eyes drifting unseeingly to the tattoo that’s now on full display on his neck, a word written in what you assume to be Korean. “But if you…had to describe ours…”

He hums, tilting your chin up to look him in the eyes. He edges closer, observing your every reaction, before kissing you gently. “I could think of a lot of ways to describe our relationship, Ghost.”

Your eyes flit between his. “So do it.”

And he does, rolling you onto your back and punctuating each point with a kiss down your sternum, over your clothes, until he reaches your tummy.

New.

Sexy.

Exciting.

Fun.

Exclusive.

The last one is said as a question and he glances up at you with raised eyebrows. You feel your knees buckle at the sight of his hooded gaze pointed up at you, lips hovering just centimeters from the strip of skin that’s visible beneath your shirt. A shiver runs down your back and you nod, scraping a hand through his hair.

He smirks and works his way back up your body, returning to your mouth and kissing you roughly. “You’re all mine now, right?”

Your answering snort turns into a moan as he grinds his pelvis into yours, your legs instinctively parting for him to settle between. This idiot, you can’t help but think. “I’ve been yours, you dumbass.”

He barks out a laugh, pressing his forehead to your shoulder as his body shakes. “Damn, you’ve been mine this whole time and I didn’t even know?”

He nudges a hand beneath your top and tugs the cups of your bra down, shooting you a smirk before ducking his head to suckle on to your tit. It takes you by surprise and you gasp, arching your back and pulling at the hair on the back of his head. He moans and rolls his tongue along your nipple before gently sinking his teeth into you, smirking when you yelp.

When he pulls away from your breast to move to the other, you watch with hazy fascination the way the spit trails from his lips. You moan and close a hand over your breast, swirling your fingers over the wet and aching bud.

“Mm, fuck,” Yoongi hums around you, giving a particularly slow swipe of his tongue over you as he glances at your hand. “Love watching you play with yourself. Pinch that nipple nice and hard for me, baby.”

You yelp when you do, hips giving an involuntary roll, searching for any sort of friction.

Yoongi chuckles, pressing his hips down into you and giving you a taste of relief.

“Is that pretty pussy wet for me already, hmm?” he grunts, swearing at the way you press against the erection sitting uncomfortably in his shorts.

“So wet,” you confirm, whimpering against his mouth when he rises up to kiss you. He doesn’t waste time in deepening the kiss, tongue dipping into your mouth, tangling with yours in a way that reminds you of all the dirty things it can do between your legs. You whine and tug at the bottom of his shirt, grateful when he takes the hint and removes it.

“Always so wet for me,” he chuckles, surprising you with a smack to your breast.

You cry out, louder than expected, and quickly clamp a hand over your mouth.

Yoongi tsks, grabbing your hand and pinning it to the mattress by your head. “Don’t you dare be quiet. I wanna hear you.”

He punctuates his point with a slap to the other breast and you throw your head back, unable to stop yourself from crying out this time. He chuckles, burying his face in your neck and rolling his hips against yours. “I love the sounds you make. You’re so fucking sexy.”

You whimper at the praise, wrapping your arms around him to hold him against your neck, where he’s begun sucking a bruise into your skin. “Yoongi, please.”

He hums, nipping almost painfully at your neck. “Hmm? What do you want, baby? Remember to use those words of yours.”

“Want you to fuck me,” you mewl.

“Yeah?” he chuckles, fingers teasing you over your pants. “Does this greedy pussy want my cock already? Don’t even want my fingers first?”

You shake your head. “Want your cock.”

He hums, burying his face in your shoulder. “You sure you’re ready?”

“Yoongi,” you whine, undoing the button of your pants and pushing them down before reaching for his hand to guide his fingers toward your sopping wet folds.

“God damn,” he hisses, teasing you with the tips of his fingers and leaning up on an elbow to look at you. “How are you always so wet?”

He shoves two fingers into you, finding no resistance, and immediately sets a brutal pace. You cry out, gripping onto his shoulders and throwing your head back. You dig your heels into the mattress, hips moving at their own accord as you chase a high that’s already quickly approaching.

This man is going to be the death of you.

“Fuck yes,” he growls, mimicking your expression – eyebrows pinched, lips parted, eyes squinted. “Look at you, taking my fingers so well, fucking yourself onto my fingers. You really are greedy, aren’t you, baby? You want to cum so badly?”

You mewl and nod, attempting to part your legs, but frustrated by being confined by your clothing. “Want to cum on your cock.”

“Jesus,” he breathes, fingers slowing as he rests his head against yours. He breathes out a laugh, shaking his head. “You’re filthy, you know that?” He kisses your hairline before meeting your gaze. “Do you trust me?”

You search his gaze, wondering what he could be thinking, but find yourself nodding anyway. If there’s anything you’ve learned over the past few days, it’s that you can trust him and that he would never do anything to intentionally hurt you.

“Can I try something?” he questions, glancing down when you clench around his fingers. He smirks, eyeing you curiously. “Did something about that just turn you on?”

You squirm uncomfortably at being called out on it. “Shut up. Try whatever you want.”

He raises his eyebrows, smirk widening into an amused grin. “Whatever I want?”

And, okay, maybe you should watch what you say, but this is Yoongi. You’re pretty sure there’s not a thing he would try that you wouldn’t like.

At least, you think.

So, you capture your lip between your teeth and nod.

He curses and kisses your neck, following a path up to your ear. “Can I fuck you raw, baby? Would that be okay?”

You shiver at his words and nod. “I’m clean and on the pill.”

He smirks. “I’m clean too.”

Well, there. You finally got your answer to the question you’ve been wanting to ask. You don’t think a man who asks to fuck you raw would then turn around and admit to not being clean, but you push that thought aside.

When he reaches down to continue removing your pants from you, your hands clasp around his. “Actually…”

He furrows his eyebrows in concern. “We don’t have to…we don’t have to do anything at all.”

You squirm. “No, it’s not that…I just…I also want to try something?”

He quirks a brow, corner of his mouth lifting. “What do you have in mind?”

“I—“ you start, but stop yourself, wondering how best to explain what you want. No, what you need. You purse your lips and nudge his shoulder, motioning for him to make room. He leans away and you roll over, pushing your jeans down to your thighs and wiggling your butt a little. “Fuck me like this.”

He makes a choking sound and you glance over your shoulder at him, smirking at the way he stares at your tightly pressed thighs. He hisses, carefully lowering himself over you to press a kiss to the back of your neck. “Are you trying to kill me, Ghost? Do you realize how tight you’ll be this way?”

You squirm. “Please. Need to feel your weight on top of me.”

He hums, looping an arm around your shoulders to bring you closer to him. “Yeah? Need me close, baby?”

He grinds his hips against your ass and you gasp, hands curling into fists as you nod. “Please.”

“Say my name, baby.”

You yelp when his other hand pushes beneath you, pinching a nipple roughly between his fingers. “Yoongi!”

He chuckles, the timber of his voice sending shivers down your spine. “Good girl. You want my cock, right? You’re gonna be a good girl while I fuck you nice and hard like this? Is that what you want?”

You squirm and nod dumbly, unable to voice the words you so desperately want to say. You need him to fuck you good and hard, need him to lay on top of you and rail you into the mattress until your only thought is how good it feels. How good he feels on top of you, caging you beneath his body.

Over all, you need the chance to let go of control and trust that everything will be alright. That he’ll take care of you.

“God, baby,” he growls, and you feel him fumble with the waistband of his shorts before the tip of his erection presses between your ass cheeks. “Do you know how crazy you drive me? How long I’ve wanted to call this pussy mine?”

He punctuates his words with a pointed roll of his hips, his length dragging against your ass. You whimper because it’s so close to where you want him, but it’s not close enough.

“Yoongi, please,” you pout. “It’s yours. Take it.”

He chuckles into your ear, brushing your hair from the side of your face and taking your ear between his teeth. You feel him shift on top of you, the tip of his dick dragging down the cleft of your ass before squeezing between your thighs. He hisses, forcing your legs apart a fraction to tease at your folds. You wiggle impatiently until a hand comes down on your ass.

“Be a good girl and stay still, Ghost,” he grunts, rocking his hips ever so slightly. The tip eases into you, making you bite your lip in an effort not to rock back into him. You just want him inside you already. Only when you’ve calmed does his grip around your shoulder tighten and he snaps his hips forward.

You cry out in surprise, hands immediately moving to grip the arm resting over your collarbones. He groans. “Jesus fuck. You’re just as tight as I thought you’d be.”

He feels so good like this and arousal courses through you at the way he wraps himself around you, body flush against yours just like you imagined. You crane your neck around, desperate for at least a kiss, and he obliges, tongue easing past your parted lips.

“How do you feel, baby?” he questions, shifting his hips experimentally and grinning at your choked-off moan. He bites your lip. “Words, Ghost.”

“G-good!” you stutter, torn between being good and reaching back to try to pull him closer. As if he could be any closer than he already is. “P-please, push me into the mattress.”

He’s silent for a moment before he shifts his weight, allowing more of it to rest on top of you. He grinds his hips, pressing shallowly in and out of you, his hand finding its way into your hair and pulling. “Is this what you want, baby? You want it a little rough? Want me to pin you and take what I want from you?”

You mewl, nails digging into his arm while he continues to grind, the wet slide of him inside you making you gush all the more. You can’t move like this, can’t fuck him back the way your body so desperately wants to, and he can’t fuck you as hard as he’d like to either, but it feels so good. It feels so good to give yourself over to him like this. To let him take, to let him claim.

And you realize that’s exactly what he’s doing, the word “mine” so softly growled under his breath, as he thrusts himself into you. The little grunts pouring from his lips in combination with the sound of your whimpers and his hips hitting against your ass are like a symphony to your ears, so erotic and so beautiful you’d listen to it on repeat.

“Fuck, Yn,” he groans, the hand tightening in your hair letting you know just how difficult it is for him to hold his composure. Just how delightful the tightness of your cunt is. “You’re so fucking tight.”

His body continues to slide against yours and he’s so close, pressed so tightly against you, you can feel every move he makes. With his body heat pressed to yours, his arms wrapped around you and caging you against the mattress, you feel safe. Protected.

Claimed.

And you’re willingly giving yourself to him. And you’d gladly do it again and again. As long as he’d have you.

“Fuck,” he grunts when your walls tremble around him and he presses tighter to you. “You feel so fucking good, baby. You’re doing so well, milking my fucking cock like this. And this pussy is all mine, isn’t it? All–” He huffs and slams into you. “--fucking mine.”

Your eyes are closed, all you can do is feel, and you nod, panting, “Yours. All yours.”

He swears under his breath, breath hot against the side of your face. “I won’t last much longer like this. You want my cum, don’t you, baby? You want me to fill up this pretty pussy?”

You cry out, the coil pulling taut in your belly, leading you closer and closer to the edge. “Yes! Please! Yoongi, I want your cum!”

“Thank fuck,” he growls, snapping his hips harder. “I need you to cum with me, okay, baby? Be a good girl and cum for me.”

His command is the only thing you need to push you over the edge, entire body trembling with the force of your orgasm. He clings to you, cock swelling, and cums with a loud groan, hips pausing as he fills your cunt with his seed.

He’s surprisingly quick to pull out of you, grabbing a hold of your jeans to tug them down before rolling you over onto your back, where he parts your thighs and dives face-first into your cunt. You mewl at the sensation, fingers curling into his blond locks of hair as he slurps up the mess the two of you made. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is, it shouldn’t make you want to fuck him all over again, but it does.

You moan and tug at his hair, pulling him up so you can explore his mouth with your tongue. The mixture of his arousal with yours makes your stomach swoop and you wrap an arm around his neck, biting at his lip, only for him to pull away with a hiss. “God, you’re hot.”

He huffs a laugh, swiping his thumb across the blood you drew from his busted lip. “After all that, I’m glad you think so.”

He rolls off you and comes to rest beside you, pulling you into his arms, where you settle against his chest.

“Hey, Yoon,” you mutter lazily, tilting your chin up to peer curiously at the tattoo on his neck that keeps catching your attention.

He hums, shivering when you trace your fingertip along the foreign lettering.

“What does your tattoo say?”

He glances at you, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “I’m surprised you waited this long to ask.”

You shrug. “I didn’t want to seem nosy.”

He rolls his eyes. “If I didn’t want people to know about it, I wouldn’t have gotten it somewhere so visible.”

“So?”

He sighs, resting a hand on your shoulder and idly drawing patterns. “It says Daegu in hangul. It’s where I was born.”

You purse your lips, processing this information, and glance down at your hand where you rest it on his chest. “You must miss it.”

He hums. “I did…for a long time, actually. I think I’ll always consider it my home, but…this is also my home, you know?”

You don’t know. You live and grew up in the same place. You’ve never had to experience growing up somewhere unfamiliar, around people so different, so far away from everything you know. You’ve never had your roots somewhere so far away from where you are or felt your sense of identity shift because of it. But you get it. You understand how difficult and painful that must have been for him.

“What kept you here?” you question quietly, having wondered ever since your first class with him all those months ago. You really had thought he’d moved back to South Korea, if not with his family, then sometime after that on his own. You’re surprised, after all that talk about being miserable without Korean classmates, that he stayed.

He’s quiet, the sudden rise and fall of his chest letting you know he’s still conscious, and his hand squeezes around your shoulder. “Do you remember that time you were late for school because you stopped to help a woman who’d spilled her groceries?”

You furrow your brows, wondering how this is at all related to what you’d just asked. “I…think so?”

He hums. “That was my mom.”

You blink, tilting your chin up to look at him. “Oh?”

He meets your gaze, a certain fondness making them appear softer, something you’re not expecting. “Yeah.” He looks away, his eyes losing some of their shine. “She passed away before I graduated high school.”

You push up onto your elbow. “Yoongi, I’m so sorry!”

He shakes his head, eyebrows pinching. “Don’t be. It’s not…I’m not telling you so you feel bad about it, Ghost. I’m just saying, she’s the reason I stayed here. The reason my parents moved here was to give me a better life.” He rolls his eyes. “Little did they know how fucking hard it would be.” He shakes his head. “But I didn’t want the sacrifices she made to be in vain, so I stayed.”

That makes sense…but it also breaks your heart a little. “I can’t speak for your mom, but don’t you think she’d be proud of you, regardless of whether you stayed here or moved back to South Korea?”

He pinches your shoulder. “What are you trying to do, send me away?”

You scoff out a laugh. “No! I just…if your heart is still in Daegu…”

He rolls his eyes and shifts, rolling on top of you with a cheeky grin. He glances down between your thighs. “I can show you where my heart is.”

You groan, pushing his head away. “Oh my god, you’re such a guy.”

He grins. “What can I say, Ghost?” He leans in to peck your lips. “I love your pussy.”

“So annoying,” you snort, but allow him to kiss you anyway. You run your hand through his hair, pausing when you take note of the color. “Wait…when did you dye your hair?”

He stares at you with wide eyes, then collapses on you in a fit of laughter. “How did you just notice?”

“Shut up! I was too distracted by everything else!” you justify in a huff.

“Like your pussy being stuffed full of my cock?” he questions with a raised eyebrow and a cheeky grin.

You scowl. “Seriously…when?”

He shakes his head and rolls off you, not giving you an answer.

You squeak and roll on top of him. “Yoon!”

He dashes his tongue across his busted lip, wincing a little, and tilts his head to the side, making it clear he’s not going to answer you. You growl and bury your face in his neck, nipping at the skin there. And if you pay special attention to that tattoo after hearing about its importance, if you paint a few kisses along the pretty skin surrounding it? Who’s to blame you, really? After all, Daegu is the city Yoongi was born into…and if it’s important to him, then it’s important to you too.

But you will find out when he dyed his hair. You will.

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There's something wrong with Manager Kim YN part 28

Ahjussi

YN poured out another whiskey, skipping the ice and felt it burn nicely down her throat.

She did her best to distract herself, but when it has been almost an hour and no movement she decided to go investigate.

YN knocked and swung open the door, watching as Yoongi stood nursing a bloody nose.

"For fuck sake Seokjin!" she headed straight for him. "I said don't do something stupid! You can't go beating up people," she shouted at him, grabbing tissues and pushing them at Yoongi.

She knew her brother would have thrown the first punch, because if it was her she probably would have done the same thing.

YN wiped the blood off her hands and tilted Yoongi's head up towards and felt the bridge of his nose. "It's not broken."

Yoongi blinked hard, as she walked into the room speaking, but his ears were muffled due to taking one too many hits.

Jim grabbed his cardigan nonchalantly as though their altercation had never happened.

Yoongi felt her soft hands on his chin tilting it up toward her face. She lowered her gaze to his nose and pinched it all the way down. He did his best not to look down her top as she dipped down in front of him, but he was seeing double now. The sight of blood made most people sick; she didn't even bat an eyelid, and there was plenty of it.

"Why the hell did you follow him into here, hmm?" she mumbled, not that Yoongi could hear it over the ringing in his head.

"YN, you're here!" he gave her a gummy smile, reaching out his gloved hands and squishing her cheeks.

"How hard did you even hit him?" she managed, as Jin laughed at her looking like a puffer fish.

Jin just shrugged, pulling at the velcro with his teeth. YN felt for Yoongi's gloves but realised he had swayed and fallen to the ground in a heap.

"Jesus Seokjinna!"

Jin shook his head, "I didn't hit him that hard, how was I supposed to know you'd make him pass out again."

"Ya! You knocked him around the ring, it's not my fault if he happened to faint just after I walked in!"

Her brother shot her a look. "It is too!" he said loudly.

She moved away from Jin and looked over him, tired.

"Meh, give him a minute I'm sure he'll be okay, but what on earth is he doing here at this hour?"

"Drunk. Spilling the truth. It's too late to send him home anyway, especially in this state."

"What tea?"

"It's not my tea to spill," he explained cryptically.

"Well, I'm not running a hotel here, I had spare rooms but Uncle and Jackson have one each, Ari has her own and you stole my last one."

"I warned you if you came back I would live with you, stop acting like you don't like having your brother around," he argued.

"Fine, but stick him in your room," she waved him off, stepping over Yoongi and to go to bed.

Jin scoffed loudly, stepping over Yoongi too. "No way. You take him."

"He's your band member. You've known him longer," she argued back.

"Yeah, well he was your husband. And is your baby daddy."

"Listen we don't even know if the pabo is even going to do the right thing."

"Look I will be generous and help you take him into the house. And then I need some beauty sleep."

"Fine," she sulked, "help me get his ass upstairs."

YN dragged his heavy body to the landing outside her bedroom, struggling to keep him upright and simultaneously open the door.

Eventually pulling him in, she wanted more than anything to drop his ass to the ground.

"If you so much as fart in my room, you will not see the light of day," she threatened him as he mutely plopped onto the bed.

She owed him no niceties. YN threw his wallet and phone on the dresser, dumping a pair of large PJ's on the bed beside him.

"See ya," she waved him off after grabbing clothes.

"Wait," he called. YN turned around, and watched his eyes grow big, covering his mouth and run to the bathroom, and vomit loudly.

YN dry retched, just the sounds alone had her wanting to gag. She rubbed her eyes, sighing loudly.

"God I hate you," she berated him loudly, leaving her PJ's on the dresser. She padded slowly to the bathroom where he lay in a small figure, clutching his stomach.

"It serves you right," she looked at him in his pathetic state.

"I don't need a fucking lecture right now," he told her. "If you found out your fuck buddy had deleted all hopes of a reconciliation off your phone, you'd be just as drunk too."

She looked at him, her expression stony. "Sobered up all of a sudden?" God why did he make it so hard to be angry at him.

He lay, his head on the cold floor, hair smeared against his sweaty forehead, breathing erratic.

"I'm sorry. I genuinely thought you didn't want us. Want Ari," she corrected, "I should have tried harder."

Begrudgingly YN sat him up and rinsed a hand towel under warm water.

"You didn't do anything wrong. Don't say sorry. I never deserved you the first time. I would never say I didn't want you. I cried every night, and I couldn't talk to anyone cos I knew they all loved you and hated me for making you leave."

He clutched his stomach and crawled back to the toilet and puked again.

Trying hard to not vomit herself, YN helped him up as he sat on the edge of the bath.

"I'm sorry baby," he sniffed and looked down at the floor. She lifted his droopy head, rinsed the towel again and gently cleaned his face. Unable to give a witty comeback and feeling nauseous again Yoongi knew to just shut up.

YN silently peeled off him the now vomit ridden t-shirt off him and chucked it in straight into the waste bin without a second glance. Yoongi sat motionless as she wiped down his neck and chest and gave him a towel to hold.

"Do you need to vomit again?" she asked quietly, emotionless.

Unable to speak, he closed his eyes and shook his head. She placed a clean towel around his shoulders and helped him to the bed.

She shook out the bed clothes, indicating with snappy fingers which he understood. Yoongi raised his arms up, the areas wiped down early now cold with goosebumps as she pulled the T-shirt over his head roughly. She smoothed his hair back for him neatly, giving him a 90's curtain style judging him hard as he tried to look everywhere but at her.

YN was furious at him.

But he looked like a bag of hot garbage left out in the sun, and she told him so.

"You look like shit."

"We can't all look at pretty as you."

He just about dragged himself to the basin in time to vomit, even then most of it was over himself again, as his legs shook. Even she wasn't so heartless, that she would leave him in such a state.

YN sighed loudly, but still helped him stand again and he managed to pull clean pjs on. Embarrassed beyond words he couldn't bring himself to acknowledge the fact, as a grown man he had to be helped into his night clothes, because he had drank himself into oblivion and then allowed himself to be almost beaten to a pulp by her brother.

Now stomach empty of the alcohol, he shook with a cold sweat. YN put some socks on him, and sat him down, rubbing his back.

"Are you thirsty?" she asked.

He nodded, as she gave him a glass of water. Hands shaking he tried to drink it.

"For fuck sake" he growled.

YN swiftly took the glass off him and held his chin as she fed him the water slowly.

"Why are you even helping me after everything I have done to you?" he mumbled.

YN ignored the question, on the grounds she didn't know why, as Yoongi managed to get himself into bed.

"Lay on your side."

She helped him roll over and put another empty waste bin next to his bed.

YN rubbed her head again and sat down on the end of the bed and waited for him to fall asleep. He groaned in pain as he lay there.

"Please don't go. Don't leave me," he held her hand tightly, refusing to let go. "Just stay, till I feel asleep. Please?"

"It's fine, I'm here" she repeated a few times. Sick of during awkwardly in a stool, she eventually have up and sat beside him.

She'd only closed her eyes a moment, the dim room was making her sleepy, as he almost climbed into her lap. Cradling his head YN, as though on autopilot stroked his hair until he fell asleep, much like she did for Ari. Eyes closing she yawned as her own head began to falter.

She'd ordered herself to make sure, when satisfied he wasn't going to puke anymore or choke trying, that she would leave him some more water by the bed, and let herself out.

Yoongi awoke groggy and seriously hungry.

With absolutely no idea where the hell he was.

He rose from the most comfortable bed ever and wondered around the bedroom.

"Did I check into a hotel?" he took in his dishevelled appearance as he tried to remember where he was. His eyes went to the dressing table, his wallet and it's contents seemed correct and his clothes were cleaned and on the nearby stool.

YN wiped the counter as Ari ate her breakfast with her uncles. Conversation naturally lulled as she turned to offer more eggs.

"Any one for any more," she called out, "then I'm gonna sit down." She paused as she felt something move behind her.

Yoongi's eyes locked onto hers.

"Decided to join us?" Jin asked, chewing his toast.

"Yeah," he cleared his throat as he tried to get her to look at him, but she expertly avoided him.

Eventually she looked up at him, "What?"

He kept staring at her and wouldn't stop, and it was starting to annoy her.

When she snapped her fingers in his face, he gave a slow smile, catching her snapping fingers in his, pulling her towards him to kiss them.

"Yah," she snatched her hand back.

He was looked at her, smitten causing YN to mumble expletives under her breath and move away.

Yoongi mumbled something about thanks and sleep and other things, but she couldn't understand what he was saying nor the order of his words.

God, just the sight of him is painful. Why is he here dragging out my pain?

Yoongi looked at her, at Ari at the table and then back to her. He shook his head, grabbed her hands again, removing the whisk and pulling her towards him.

His nerves kicked in again as she stood there staring back. Speechless.

Holding her hands in his he said, "I want you back. Please. I need you. Let me be a father to her."

"Let me explain it to her please. I don't want to startle her," she replied in hushed tones. "But we need to talk. You do not turn up at my house drunk."

"They don't make a medicine for my heartbreak. Wherever I went, I went looking for you. No one helped or told me where you went."

Unsure what to say, and almost choking on her own spit she looked back at him.

"W-what?"

Yoongi dare not repeat it in front of innocent ears. "Can we spend some time alone? I need to tell you the truth."

"Later," she tried her best to cut the conversation off.

He took a seat at the table, Ari's eyes followed him like a hawk until he was sitting opposite her.

"Mama?" she nearly put the spoon down in the empty bowl.

"Yes baby?" YN came over with the last of the scrambled eggs and toast.

"Yoongha uncle having food with us?"

"Um, yes monkey he is," she avoided the looks around the table from Jackson and Jin.

"Who is he?" Ari blurted out, making Uncle Kim chuckle into his coffee.

She gripped her hands in her lap, anxious.

"Remember when you asked where Daddy was, and I said he was in a different country?"

She nodded.

"Well, this is the country he's in. Ari, this is your dad, Yoongi is your father."

No one was expecting to hear what YN said next.

"Are you sure Mama?"

Jin sniggered.

"Pretty sure sweetheart."

Suddenly she didn't have an appetite.

"I don't think that's right mama," the little girl slipped off her chair and walked around to Yoongi.

Ari took a few steps toward Yoongi. He got down on his knees to meet her eye level; she pierced his heart with her steely eyes.

That was the defining moment he became a father. He instantly recognised her as the second thing he has to protect for the rest of his life.

Ari looked to her mother for reassurance, YN nodded and turning Ari stood, analysing him.

"I don't think you're my Dad," she told him matter of fact. "If you were my Dad you would have been with us. Why didn't you stay with us?"

"I-im sorry," he managed. "I promise to do better."

"We don't make promises in this house. Mama says words don't mean anything mister."

Yoongi cleared his throat and looked at YN but she refused to meet his eyes.

"Your mama is right. And I will show you with my actions okay?"

She stared at him, "okay," she agreed, not believing him wholly, "I look forward to seeing that."

She shook his hand quickly before running back.

YN looked apologetically to Yoongi as she ran past her.

"Do you have any other questions for me?" Yoongi asked Ari.

Ari looked at the bowl but nodded.

"You can look at me sweetheart," he walked back around the table, he held his hands, palms up to her and she placed her small doll-like hand in his.

"Go on sweetheart," YN encouraged her. "Ask whatever you want."

Ari looked at him closely. "Why are you in big trouble with Mama?" her American accent came through thick and clear. "She's angry because she isn't eating."

Jin and Jackson laughed.

"I will sit down with your mama and try and explain. Maybe then she won't be so angry okay?"

"Good luck," the little girl patted his shoulder in sympathy. She nodded her head quickly, "Jinny and Jackson samcho are my favourites," she touched his shoulder gently, "you could be my favourite as well."

"Can I?"

"Yep. But you have to earn it.. Ahjussi."

"You can call me daddy."

"No thanks."

"Damn girl. What's it gonna take?"

Ari stared hard, hand out.

"Credit card please."

"Sweetheart," Yoongi looked back at YN, "now where've I heard that before."

YN watched her daughter slowly open up to this stranger that had been placed in their lives.

Please God, don't let this backfire on them she prayed.

"I'm off out to the park with Ari," Jackson excited.

"I'm going to the office," Jin grabbed his jacket.

"I'll join you," Uncle Kim added, leaving the house empty.

Yoongi turned in his seat to face her fully.

"She has some sass, Jin wasn't joking."

"She's confident. That's how I've been raising her."

"I know," he conceded, "but I want to help, with raising her."

"We can figure it out," she acknowledged.

"Can we talk now? It looks like it's just us home now. Go to dinner with me," he ordered.

"What?" she squealed in surprise.

"Go to dinner with me, let's please talk."

"I think you should go home and think about what you want," she hadn't touched her food as she cooly went back to the kitchen.

It was Yoongi's turn for the wide eyes as he immediately ran after her, snapping her around sharply as soon as her hands were free.

"I want you."

The heat of his hand cradling mine makes me a little dizzy.

YN gulped hard.

God why have I missed touching her?

He leaned into her, rubbing his thumb along the side of her waist, as her blouse rode up slightly, walking her into the counter behind her.

"I have to go," YN tried to get out his grip but he pulled her forward, an arm between them as he hugged her hard.

"I'm begging you. I have no pride baby girl. You're mine. Princess. Only mine," he pulled her into him until their lips almost touched.

"I need to go finish getting ready, I need to leave for the office," she pleaded on deaf ears.

"You don't need it, you look amazing," he commented.

"I need to grab lipstick, my lips are dry and I'm outta here. You can see yourself out."

"Here."

He spin her hard, hoping to make her dizzy enough to

"You-you kissed me?"

He snashed his lips to her again, "you said your lips were dry."

"Doesn't mean you kiss me!"

"Raise your voice and I'll do that again," he tightened his grip. "I just need a chance. Baby I fucking love you."

"You just love the idea of it. So did I before. Before this all happened. Things are different now."

"You left me. When you should have stayed."

"Well colour me surprised, it's not like you were that sad since you shacked up with your ex Yoongi."

"She never ever stayed over. I didn't let her."

"That's why she was always out with you? You hold hands with all your friends?"

"Did she keep me from drinking myself to my grave? Yes. Did I use her in public so I could keep people at arms length? Yes. Did I stay with her because I felt sorry for myself. I did."

YN looked the other way in disgust.

"But she wasn't you. A poor man's YN. But she wasn't you. And she went to such lengths to keep you from me."

"She's gonna pay, ain't no mistake about that," YN gritted her teeth. "She ruined Ari's life. And we had an agreement and it finished. Why would I stay and mooch off you?!"

"I would have let you. Hell, who else says to a woman they're about to marry you can have all my money? Damn it YN, I don't give a shit about the money if I ain't got you, who the hell am I gonna spend it on baby?"

"Baby?" she scoffed, "I don't care."

"Baby, I care. Don't say baby who cares, I know you care!"

He dodged a kick to the privates and nimble, jogged after her as she checked herself in the mirror one last time.

"Run all you like Princess, but I'm not going anywhere," he called out as she escaped his clutches and fled.

Yoongi stood watching her leave hurriedly, a small sigh came from behind him, as it tugged his t-shirt.

"Ya Ahjussi!"

Yoongi turned around and faced the little girl.

"Daddy? Or Papa or Dad. Choose one," he told her, "I'm not going anywhere. Here forever Ari. You and mama need to get used to it okay?"

"Fine," Ari folded her arms, "but first let's go toy shopping."

"What happened to the park with Jackson?"

"We should spend time together. Dad."

"You are just like your mother," he mumbled as he let the child lead him out.

"So how did it go with Yoongs.. Has he manned up to his responsibility?" Jin looked at her.

"Yes he has Seokjin. He's manned up," she replied dryly to his question as she reached for her seat belt.

He gave her a kiss on the cheek and a side hug. "I'm glad for you," he told her. "And my house is your house."

"You mean my house is your house. Bitch you live rent free and pay no bills!"

"True, but I support you. He can come around whenever. To see Ari, or maybe even see you," he whispered the last bit.

"For Ari, not me" she corrected him. "Ari is in need of him Seokjinna, not me."

Jin looked at her, damn her hearing was good.

"Even the great YN needs someone too."

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Without You [Yoongi x Reader, Hobi x Reader]

25. Betrayal ✎

Jin rushes to the driver’s side of Yoongi’s car, sliding between his group mate and the metal death trap he’s about to climb into. Meeting the rapper’s glare, Jin flashes his brilliant, self-effacing smile and says, “Maybe you should let me drive.”

He holds out his hand expectantly for the keys, holding the smile until Yoongi relents. He all but slams the keys into Jin’s hands before stalking around to the passenger side and clambering inside. Jin arches his neck back, stealing a calming breath while he stares up at the glowing moon, and then slides into the driver’s seat.

“Do we actually need to go to the studio?” he asks, starting the ignition.

Yoongi lets out a scream instead of answering.

Jin nods, as if this is exactly the answer he was expecting, and backs out of his in-laws' driveway. He might as well head back to Seoul but he figures they’ll probably end up at Yoongi’s apartment rather than the studio. He still hasn’t totally pieced together what set Yoongi off but he knows it has to do with Jay provoking him about y/n.

The silence stretches between them as they get on the road but still Jin doesn’t push. He’s learned that it’s best to let Yoongi stew on things and then speak when he’s ready. He knows it’s hard for Yoongi to put his feelings into words but he finds a way eventually.

After what feels like an eternity, Yoongi sighs and drops his head into his hands. Jin keeps his hand steady on the wheel but takes a moment to look Yoongi over. His shoulders are shaking and barely audible over the whir of the air conditioning he sniffles.

Jin returns his attention to the road but reaches across the center console to pat his friend’s shoulder.

“Did you know?” Yoongi hiccups.

“Did I know what?” Jin counters.

“I know you knew about Seojun. There’s no way y/n kept her child from Irene and there’s no way Irene would keep that a secret from you but did you know he was mine?” Yoongi asks. He’s pulled his face out of his hands now and is staring pointedly at his hyung.

Jin swallows hard. So that’s what this is all about. He’s honestly more impressed that Yoongi didn’t have a more dramatic reaction. y/n and Jay survived and that’s surprising considering how scathing Yoongi can be when he wants to be. That’ll probably come after Yoongi has come down from his shock.

He nods, “I knew.”

“Hyung!” Yoongi moans, falling back in his seat, “How could you keep that a secret from me?”

“It wasn’t my secret to tell you,” Jin says. It’s a flimsy argument considering that Yoongi really did deserve to know. Everyone had had misgivings about y/n’s decision, of course, but they had respected her wishes at Yoongi’s expense.

“Why does everyone keep betraying me?” Yoongi sniffs, “You’re supposed to be my best friend, Seokjin.”

His words wound Jin. He’s right though. For Yoongi, the people that he has loved and trusted the most have all left him without hearing him out. They’ve ignored him or lied to him and now Jin is included in that list of people. He wants to be angry at y/n for making him complicit but he knows there was no clear right choice.

“I know, Yoongi, I’m sorry,” he says, “How did you find out?”

Yoongi scoffs, the sound so bitter, so pained, that Jin worries for y/n when he eventually lets it out on her. “Jay told me.”

This surprises Jin. Jay had been firmly in y/n’s corner this whole time. She might kill him for it.

“And you know, that’s understandable. It’s so obvious that he’s in love with her so it makes sense he’d try to drive a wedge between us but when I realized he was telling the truth? I feel sick, hyung,” Yoongi confesses.

“I’m surprised you didn’t rage at both of them right then,” Jin says.

Yoongi shakes his head, “In front of her parents? In front of…” — his next words come out strangled — “the baby? I wasn’t going to humiliate myself like that.”

“I guess that’s a good call. You are reacting way better than I would have if I found out the love of my life hid a child from me,” Jin says.

“Love of my life,” Yoongi scoffs again, “What a joke.”

Jin grimaces. He has no right to be disappointed about Yoongi reacting this way but a part of him had held out hope that Yoongi and y/n would find their way back to each other eventually. Even now, he still hopes they’ll find a way to heal but there’s bound to be a lot of pain first. And with Jay back in the picture, it might be too much all at once for Yoongi to move past.

“I guess a secret child does put a damper on things,” Jin tries to say lightheartedly.

Yoongi’s tone is dark, “Do you think she ever loved me?”

“She loves you right now,” Jin says but Yoongi shakes his head.

“If that were true, I would have known that I was a father two years ago.”

“Yoongi, it’s more complicated than that. Take some time to wrap your mind around things but I think you should talk things out with y/n before you go jumping to conclusions,” Jin says.

Another silence falls over them. Jin can only imagine where Yoongi’s thoughts have taken him. He has to consider the fact that he has a son now. y/n lied to him but he has to reconcile that with the fact that he absolutely still loves her. Jay is back in his life, another person that he has loved for a long time, another person that left him behind and hurt him.

He needs time and Jin will stay by him as long as he needs him.

They pull into the parking garage for Yoongi’s apartment and even though Jin is the one behind the wheel, the parking attendant knows to open the gate. All the members have open invitations to park at each other’s places. He slides into one of Yoongi’s open spots and turns off the car.

“Am I the only one who didn’t know? You know, that Seojun is my son? Did the rest of BTS know?”

“Jimin was the first to know,” Jin says, “And I only got to know because Irene knew. And Jay knew because, well, because he lived in LA and they reconnected.”

“And that’s it?” Yoongi asks.

Jin bites his lip, “Well, no. Jungkook knew too because of Jimin.”

“But not Namjoon and Tae?”

Jin shrugs, “Not until a few days ago.”

Yoongi’s shoulders slump, “But I was the last one to find out?”

Jin nods apologetically. Yoongi just sighs and pushes the passenger door open, “So everyone took y/n’s side. I guess I should be grateful to Hobi. At least he kept it real with me in the end.”

“Yoongi, that’s not fair!” Jin calls as Yoongi steps out of the car.

The rapper stoops back down to peer into the car, “You can take my car for the night. Go back home to Irene. I just need to be alone tonight, I think.”

Jin is not about to let Yoongi be alone though and he chases after him to his apartment. Yoongi doesn’t really protest. He lets Jin camp out on his couch while he stumbles around the apartment in a daze, fixated on all the spaces y/n used to take up, lost in all the memories when he should have told her how he really felt.

He imagines all the signs of her that would be here if she had stayed. A lump rises in his throat when he realizes that there would also be signs of their son too. His spare room would be a nursery now. Toys would be scattered across the place. A high chair at the dining room table. Bottles and baby clothes.

That must be what her apartment with Hobi looks like now.

A sob escapes him and Jin is instantly at his side, wrapping strong arms around him and pulling him close. “I’m so sorry, Yoongi.”

Yoongi just sobs. He’s supposed to have y/n. He’s supposed to have Seojun. But his apartment is empty, barely even a space for him to inhabit. There’s only a huge hole now where his life was supposed to be.

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The Crab Cult || PJM

Summary: a new year of university has begun, but the crab cult remains the same as it's always been.

Pairing: archmajor!Jimin x archmajor!reader

Genre: university au, smau, crack

Warnings: none

A/N: I just discovered smaus and I just knew I had to make one. Also, I don't know when I'll be able to work on UIY because exam month has begun :(

Chapter Index:

Profiles | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | ongoing...

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heottokes · 8 months

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𝐚𝐜𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞. 60. infinite's time the charm

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“Three minutes ‘til midnight!” A man announced through a megaphone. Taehyung sets up his camera on a tripod as the group gathers around the centre of the camera. While Taehyung makes sure everyone is in the shot, Hyewon works quickly to light up everyone’s sparklers. Hyewon lights her sparkler last as she stands next to Adora. Everyone started cheering and bouncing in their spot; maybe in an attempt to warm themselves but also due to the excitement coursing through their veins. Jungkook and Hobi were arm and arm swaying left and right to the music playing in the distance. Jin and Jimin were taking selfies with their sparklers. Taehyung and Namjoon were next to you and Yoongi exchanging in small talk.

The countdown began. Three! This was the moment. Two! The opportunity for you to tell Yoongi how you felt. One! You look up at Yoongi and he looks back at you. “Happy New Year!” You whispered to each other sharing a small smile. You take in this moment. His features warm from the light coming from the sparkler. His eyes soft and calming staring back into your anxious ones. “I like you.” Time felt like it had stood still. Every second taking a minute to tick over. You watch his expression change in slow motion. His soft smile dropping switching to a pout to match his scrunched eyebrows.

“What?” Yoongi leans closer causing you to withdraw.

You force a smile. “Do you want to head back soon?”

“I thought you would never ask.” You force a laugh. How could you expect anything less from yourself? You never had the courage to own your feelings for Yoongi, why would anything change just because you wanted it to? You don't have confidence in yourself already but how could you when you don't know how Yoongi feels? You know it shouldn't matter. It doesn't change your feelings, but it terrifies you. You can't help it. Even if you were to tell him how you felt, what do you expect to happen? Even if Yoongi felt the same way, he would never kiss you for the first time in front of your friends. He doesn't like the attention or being teased and those two would be guaranteed. And if he didn't? You hadn't even thought of that. Why hadn't you thought of that? If he doesn't feel the same way, there's no way you can avoid him. You have to force someone to switch rooms which means everyone will know about what happened and everyone will become awkward too. You're an idiot. Why did you think this is the perfect moment to tell him? “Are you ready to go?”

“Hm?” You looked up at Yoongi from where you were sitting. After the countdown, you mindlessly drifted away from the group to sit on the ledge. You didn't hear Namjoon’s call for you. You didn't take notice at everyone’s attention. You don't know how long you have been sitting there.

“You seem tired.” Yoongi explained. “Let's go home.” You didn't have the energy to respond. You take Yoongi’s extended hand and leave the beach. What are you going to do? Should you wait until you get back to uni and then confessed? That way, you can avoid the world by locking yourself in your dorm while you grieve. That sounds like the logical option. But you were so psyched to finally tell Yoongi how you feel. Yoongi flinches at your sudden outburst. To let out your frustration, you started sprinting towards the house. Yoongi watches your figure disappear into the night. He just doesn't get what's going on in your head. He thinks to himself before running after you. “That. Was. Stupid.” Yoongi says in between pants. The two of you didn't stop running until you reached the door. Now, the two of you are too preoccupied with trying to breathe that you can't open the door. Ironically, you feel like your arms are going to fall off.

“It's cathartic.” You managed to get out as you shakily insert the key into the hole.

“It's unnecessary.”

“You didn't need to join me.” Yoongi hands you a glass of water before he takes a sip of his own glass.

“True.” He offers. "Want first go at the shower?”

“Please.” You grip your hands together pleading. Yoongi laughs and waves you off. Your smile fades once you leave the room. Tiredness washed over you as the hot water covered your skin. Your nerves were being massaged by the pressure of the shower. This was exactly what you needed to wind down. When you made your way to your room, you hear Yoongi still in the shower. You wanted to wait for him. At least end the night without any ambiguity. He clearly could tell something was on your mind. But the second your body laid down, the second your head met the pillow, slumber came over you. The contrast of the cold sheets and your warm skin from the shower lulling you to sleep. Your mind fighting to relax. Your eyes fighting to stay open. You drift in and out of sleep. You don't even know when your eyes shut. How long you've been asleep for or if you're dreaming. You hear the door open and close softly. You feel the bed dip under Yoongi weight. “Yoongi,” You feel his warmth oozing through the covers. “Yoongi,” You reach out at nothing. You feel like he's right next to you, but you see nothing in front of you. Exactly like how he is always in front of you in real life but never within your reach. "What do you think of me?”

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When the morning came, Yoongi was nowhere to be found. Did he even come to bed? You touch his side of the bed in thought. What time is it? You rolled over and checked your phone. It was ten-thirty in the morning. Yoongi has never been a morning person but what do you know? He is constantly proving you wrong. A knock on the door interrupts your thoughts. Hobi peeks his head through even without your verbal acknowledgement. When the two of you lock eyes, his smile widens, and he lets himself in. “Morning sleepyhead.” He plops himself on Yoongi’s side of the bed. “You turned in early so we expected you to be the first one up. Must have had a late night.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you. You roll your eyes and push the elbow he was using to prop himself up.

“Nothing happened – not that it is any of your business.” You informed Hobi and roll over to turn your back towards him.

“Why are you so tired then?”

“I had a restless sleep. You know one, where you feel like you’re not asleep? In out of consciousness.” Hobi rubs your back in comfort. “Where’s Yoongi?”

“I don’t know. He was gone by the time I got up.” You look over your shoulder when you feel Hobi get up. “Joon and I are going out if you want to join us? It’s been a while since it’s been us three.” You tell him you’re in and he leaves you to wake up. You rub your eyes tiredly. Your sleep was horrendous. You kept tossing and turning. Your mind slipping in and out of reality and dreaming. Maybe that’s why Yoongi wasn’t in bed. How could he sleep next to you when you’re like that? You make a mental note to apologise to him when you see him.

━━━☆

You didn’t see Yoongi until you were getting ready for bed. It didn’t bother you much since you enjoyed your time with your childhood friends. Hobi was right, it had been a while since you had spent time together just the three of you. They filled you in on what happened after you and Yoongi left. Hyewon left shortly after you with a girl she had met. The rest of the group had a late-night feed where they spent at least two hours at playing drinking games. Hobi and Joon were the designated supervisors – Hobi because he’s no fun when he gets drunk and Joon because he’s not much a heavy drinker anyway. After getting kicked out from the restaurant, Adora dared Jungkook and 2Do to skinny dip in the ocean. Their drunk selves didn’t hesitate to start stripping and running at full pelt to the ocean. Namjoon and Hobi managed to contain 2Do while they were still stripping but Jungkook ignored the stripping part and started running towards the ocean. Jimin and Taehyung had to act quick to chase after him. Jungkook, had the attention span of a goldfish and forgot about running into the ocean and was determined to not get caught by either of them. Unsurprisingly, Jin outwitted Jungkook and caught him while he was distracted by Taehyung and Jimin. You felt bad for missing out on the fun, but you knew weren’t in the right mind to even enjoy any of it at the time.

“Hey,” You greet Yoongi sheepishly from the bed as he entered the room. He flinches at your voice. Normally, you would overanalyse the reaction but to be fair on him, you were laying on your back with the blanket over your head in the darkness. The only reason why you knew Yoongi was in the room is due to the light turning on. From a single glance, anyone would believe no one was in the room. You lower the blanket just enough to see him.

He laughs once he sees you. His laughter relaxes you and you smile back at him. “Hey,”

“What have you been up to?”

Yoongi turns on the lamp by his bedside and switches off the main light. “I got inspired last night. I was at the studio.” He explains as he lays down on his side.

“I’m surprised you’re able to find one at such short notice.”

“Yeah, that’s why I got up early. Had to go around a couple of times.” You take note of his tired expression. He must have had a big day. The second his head laid on the pillow, his eyes were fluttering shut. “How was your day?” You watch him snap his eyes open after a couple of seconds of being shut.

“Good night, Yoongi.” You watch his lips try and form a response, but it never came out. He was trying to stay awake. You smile at the sentiment.

━━━☆

It was the second time you woke up to an empty bed. It was the second time you only saw Yoongi before you went to sleep. “Hey,” You greeted him like déjà vu.

“Hey,”

“How was it?”

“Good,”

You watched him settle into bed. His eyes never met yours. He didn’t laugh when he saw your head popped out from the blanket. “How’s the studio? Is it nice?”

“Yeah, it is.” He lays on his side this time. You open your mouth ready to ask him another question when he reaches for the lamp by his bedside. “Good night, y/n.”

“Good night, Yoongi.” You whisper as the room fills in darkness.

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“Hey, dumb and dumber.” Taehyung refers to you and Jungkook. Despite yourselves, you look up at the nickname. “What are you doing?” He asks exasperated with his hands on his hips.

“We’re trying to see who can dig the deepest hole the fastest.” Jungkook explains with a blank look in his eyes.

“And you're distracting us.” You snarked before returning to your hole.

“I leave you guys for one minute.” Taehyung shakes his head but leaves you to it. He takes photos of the scenery until he hears Jungkook shout in victory. He watches the two of you argue for a bit before you concede defeat – something you don't do often. “Are you guys hungry yet?”

“I am starving!” You answer rubbing your stomach.

“Weren’t you supposed to find us a nice restaurant to try out?” Jungkook remembers why you were left alone in the first place.

“Yes, and I did but you two were too preoccupied with your game.” Taehyung rolls his eyes and leads the way to the restaurant.

You enter the restaurant and sigh in relief at the heating. The three of you situate yourself at a corner to avoid disturbing any other patrons. After you place your order, Jungkook jumps right to it. “So, what's going on with you and Yoongi?”

You give Taehyung a pointed look and he raises his arms up in defence. “I didn't tell him anything.”

“He doesn't need to. Anyone with eyes can tell something is up between you two.”

You sigh and shrug your shoulders. “Your guess is as good as mine. I don't have an opportunity to confront him – if I were to. He leaves before I wake up and by the time he gets home, he's tired and I don't want to stop him from getting sleep.”

“You're too nice, y/n. If I were you, I would tell him he's not getting a wink of sleep until we sort this out.” Jungkook crosses his arms defiantly. He quickly uncrosses it and bows to the server when she comes over with the side dishes.

“I'm not his girlfriend, Kook.” You pointed out once she was gone. You had no right to demand anything from him.

“And with your lack of communication, you may never be.”

“Damn,”

“Kook, that's enough.” Taehyung interjects once he sees your dejected expression.

“What?” Jungkook asks with chopsticks between his lips as he brings the kimchi closer to him. “I'm just saying.”

“Maybe you should stop saying.” Taehyung gives him a warning look that seemed to come across to Jungkook.

Jungkook looks at your expression and he pulls out the chopsticks from his mouth. He reaches for your hand catching your attention. “Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.”

You squeezed his hand and offer a smile. “You didn't say anything that wasn't true. I just don't know what I can do about it.”

“The opportunity will come.” Taehyung comforts you as the food arrives. “In the meantime, we’ll keep you busy.”

━━━☆

You can wait for the opportunity to come, or you can make the opportunity happen; at least that's the epiphany you came up with after your conversation with Jungkook and Taehyung. The plan was that you were going to catch Yoongi in the morning. You didn't want to set an alarm in case it would bother the others sleeping in the rooms next to yours, so you were going to stay awake. The boys supported your decision and spent as much time as they can with you before they were dead tired. For the first time, Yoongi came to bed, and you weren't there. He knows you're safe because you're with Jungkook and Taehyung, so he wasn't worried.

By the time, the three of you came home it was four in the morning. You quietly tiptoed around the house – each taking turns for showers at the farthest bathroom away from the rooms. You decided to have a shower last in an attempt to stay up longer. “Thank you so much for keeping me company.” You thanked both of them before they went to bed. They wished you luck and left to go to sleep. This was going to be hard, you thought as your eyes shut from the warm shower. Your tiredness hitting you like a truck now the distractions had gone away. But you managed to speed through another hour by the time all three of you finished your shower. It wouldn't take long now for Yoongi to wake up and you can sort this out. Excited to finally solve everything, you had a second wind. You make your way to your room with determination. You slowly turn the knob and step inside the room closing the door as quietly as possibly. Once the door was shut, you turn towards the bed, expecting to see Yoongi’s peaceful figure but were met with nothing. Your shoulders slump in defeat. Had he left while you were in the shower? Did he even come home? You collapse in the bed allowing the tiredness to overcome you. Another failed attempt.

━━━☆

When you had gotten up, it was three in the afternoon. You dragged your feet as you made your way to the kitchen. “Morning,” You grumble to Adora and Hyewon who were in the living room. The two share a concerning look between each other at the dark aura emitting from you. You make yourself a cup of coffee and sit on the love seat farthest away from them. They had been watching new music video releases before you came in. Now, they're studying you – not that you noticed or cared. Too occupied with your phone, you were searching for any digital footprint of Yoongi. You immediately straighten and set your coffee down. The girls flinch at your sudden movement. They watch as you zoom in on a photo. Your eyes scanning every single inch of your screen before you start typing furiously. You felt a bit better after venting your unfiltered thoughts. God, you were nearly obsessive at this point.

“You know what's long overdue?” Adora asks towards you gaining your attention. “A girls’ night.”

“Yes! We haven't hung out just us girls this entire trip which is downright criminal.” Hyewon agrees. “You're free and up to it today right, y/n?”

How could you say no when the two of them look at you with such pleading eyes? You had a sense of déjà vu as you got ready with the girls. Once again, they were playing music and doing their makeup while you are sat in the back disassociating. You should have said no. You were no fun, and you would only slow the two down. Your mind was preoccupied with Yoongi – as always. He seemed happy with Jin and Jimin. Maybe you did do something to put him offside with you. You were on autopilot mode; following Adora and Hyewon lead, barely partaking in the conversation except for the occasional ‘yeah’, or ‘really?’. You stare at your Twitter feed waiting for another update from Jin or Jimin. “Sorry, guys.” You apologise once you see their message. “I shouldn't have come tonight – I'm just spoiling your fun.” You sigh and put your phone down for the first time today.

“Don't apologise, y/n.” Hyewon reaches out to hold your hand. She squeezes your hand, and you share a smile.

“Yeah, just talk to us. You never know it might help.” Adora offers. You exhale to prepare yourself from venting your thoughts with the girls. They're right. Maybe a different perspective will help. “I'm going to kill him.” Adora remarks picking up her phone after you share what's been going on.

“Adora wait!” You put your hand over her phone. “What are you doing?”

“Well, you can't confront him in person to get answers, right?” You nodded. “Good thing we are living in such a time that we don't need to rely on face-to-face interaction. This is the age of technology, my friend.” She sits back far from your reach and begins to type furiously.

You pick your phone up and see Jin is active in the group chat. Your heart drops at the quick back and forth between Jin and the girls. Thankfully, they didn't give Jin any information to relay to Yoongi. But you were nervous about the blindside Yoongi will be getting. “Yoongi keeps his cards close to his chest. Everyone knows that.” Hyewon reminds you of the most well-known fact about Yoongi. That fact does not ease your concerns. Yes, Yoongi is straightforward and won't shy away from confrontation but that doesn't necessarily mean he will give you the answers you need so easily. “But, if anyone has the ability to have him show his cards, it's you.” You can't help the smile that creeped on your face. The vote of confidence by Hyewon was just what you needed.

“You should be more confident in your power, y/n.” Adora added making you laugh for the first time since New Years. “Yoongi has a soft spot for you – he had it when you were together and even now.”

“You know what?” You asked with a brighter tone in your voice. “You're right!” The girls smile finally seeing you lighten up. “Things didn't work out for me once, or twice, or even three times but that doesn't matter. It's not over until I stop trying. It's not over until I know how Yoongi truly feels.”

“That's the spirit!” Hyewon raises her glass, and you follow in suit. “To, y/n!”

“To my friends! I really would be nothing without you guys.”

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Your words last night rang true. Where would you be without your friends? You thought seeing Yoongi’s message. A flood of emotions ran through you. Embarrassment by how easy it was to get Yoongi to talk to you. Anxiety at the anticipation of finally getting your answer. And of course, excitement to be with him after a couple of days of distance. You left the Airbnb with a smile playing on your lips. Your relaxed pace turns into a skip in your step that soon turns into a light jog. Before you know it, you were running at full pace. Only slowing down to check your maps to make sure you're on the right track. The building was harder to find given the entrance was in the alley. When you get in, there was no receptionist to greet you. The studio wasn't like the studio by the uni. It was narrow and rundown. The staircase lit up by one flickering light. You ascended the stairs two steps at a time to reach Yoongi quicker. When you make it to his floor, you pulled the stairwell door open. You push your body forward and lean against the wall next to the door as it slowly shuts. Hand over your heart and your eyes shut, you control your breaths to steady yourself. You let out one more exhale before pushing yourself off the wall to go into the room. You jumped seeing Yoongi squatting by the door. “What are you doing out here?!” You shrieked with your hand dramatically over your heart again.

“What are you doing panting?” Yoongi counters with an amused smirk. You bite the inside of your cheek in embarrassment. “Couldn’t help yourself, could you?” He teases further standing up as you make your way to the door.

“Shut up, let's go inside.” You reach for the knob, but Yoongi’s hand gets to your arm before you could. “What are you doing?”

“Let’s go.” He slips his hand in yours as he leads you outside the building. A smile finds its way on your face as your mind fills with the feeling of Yoongi’s hand in yours. The winter breeze welcomed on your warmed cheeks. You watch Yoongi’s side profile as he is a step ahead of you. His jaw set and brows scrunched from the biting cold; you speculate. He leads you back to the plaza and confidently makes his way to one of the stalls. You both order your preference for ramen and as the worker makes it, Yoongi shops for drinks and other finger foods. The worker packs your foods and drinks in two bags for Yoongi. Your disappointment was only for a moment as Yoongi hands you one of the bags to carry on your outside hand and he takes the hand closest to him to hold. He takes you to another stall a few metres away renting items such as blankets, mats, tables, umbrellas, chairs, lights, and more for a picnic on the beach. He rents a mat, two blankets, and a table. The setup piqued your curiosity for the first time. He doesn't give you time to question as he hands you the other bag so he could carry the set. You walk down the beach and find a spot further away from other people. He unravels the picnic mat and you set the bags down to keep the mat down long enough for Yoongi to place the sandbags on each corner of the mat. You prop the table in the middle of the mat and sit on one side. Yoongi sits across from you crossed-legged as you unpack the warm food for the both of you.

You shut your eyes in pleasure as the steam hits your face. Comfortable silence fills the air with the sounds of crashing waves accompanying it while you dig in before the food gets cold. As you chew your food, you sit up to look ahead. The weather was great considering it was winter. The beach was normally gloomy and freezing but today, the sun was shining, and the breeze was light and refreshing. This was exactly what you needed. Your attention shifts to Yoongi. He was already looking at you. Why does it feel like he always knows what’s on your mind? How does he always know to show up at the right time? Why do you feel he is looking straight through you while you’re in a maze when it comes to him? Right when you think you know where you’re going, you meet a dead end. “What have you been working on?” You dare to ask as you take another bite of your food.

“A special project. I’ve been working on it for a while.” You nod to spur him on to share further. “Do you remember that song you asked me about?”

“My Muse?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “I finished it.” You straighten and your face brightens in excitement. Yoongi laughs at your enthusiasm. “Before, you listen to it.” You tilt your head at his serious tone. “It’s not just one song. It’s a collection of songs and if you continue to be in my life, it will only keep growing.”

Your heart started racing; too many thoughts started flooding your brain. “What – what do you mean?”

“You’re my muse, y/n; since the first day I met you.” Yoongi hands you his headphones and places his phone in front of you. An album cover of you in Yoongi’s studio catches your eyes first. “I hope this answers your question; of what I think of you.” You slip on the headphones and look up at Yoongi. It was the first time; you’ve seen Yoongi nervous. Even when he had to perform in front of strangers spontaneously, he didn’t bat an eye. You press play and a surprisingly upbeat melody begins.

From the moment I met you, my life was all you. You're the star that turns ordinaries into extraordinaries.

A ray of light cutting through my shadow. I used to mean so little, my life before you.

My eyes follow your eyes, nose, lips. Did you notice my dark thoughts?

From afar, I steal glances; if we touch hands, will I lose you? Your light touches, I forget the reality at once.

You just give me the confidence within myself. It's not important if it's a dream of a reality, only the fact that you're by my side.

Yoongi watched with bated breath; trying to find any sign you feel the same. You were only a minute into the song when you take the headphones off surprising Yoongi. He takes that as repulsion, apologies ready to stumble out of his mouth. You stand and make your way next to him. You fall to your knees in front of him ignoring the stinging pain. “I'm sorry. I thought –” You interrupt Yoongi by cupping his cheeks. His eyes frantically search yours. The longer you stare into his eyes, the more emotional you became. His words replaying in your head. Your eyes water threatening to fall any second; overwhelmed by the rush of emotions going through you. Your eyes flutter shut spilling the tears onto your cheeks as you lean in to meet his lips. It only takes Yoongi a second to reciprocate leaning forward wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you close. He kisses you slowly and gently taking every second to imprint you in his memory. From the way you puckered your lips, to the way your fingers traced his skin; from the sounds you made and the way you tasted; how your hair fell over his tickling his forehead and the feeling of your goosebumps as he exposes your skin to hold more of you; he wanted to remember everything.

You only part to take a breath. Resting your forehead on his with a sheepish smile. “I've liked you for the longest time.”

Yoongi chuckles taking your hand resting on his chest. “Don't tell me that, I'll hate myself for not being brave enough to tell you sooner.” He kisses your knuckles. Your stomach flutters at the affection. “Do you want to listen to the rest of the songs?”

“Do you even have to ask?” You turn around and situate yourself in between Yoongi’s legs. He chuckles and brings a blanket around both of you as you slip the headphones back on. You look up at him as his raspy voice fills your head. The lyrics he raps fills your head, dissecting every meaning behind them. “God, you're amazing.” You complimented him here and there when a particular lyric gets to you or beat impresses you. You can only feel Yoongi chuckle in response; amused because you were shouting compliments at him after moments of silence.

The two of you spent hours in each other��s arms opening up about your thoughts and feelings; recounting every moment; answering each other’s questions; sharing the secrets you held close to your chest. Once again, Yoongi had taken you by surprise. From being the one to confess their feelings first, to the way he told you. You still don’t know everything about him but now, you have the confidence that you will. “I know I’m not good at expressing my emotions – I’ve always hated showing that side of me. I didn’t think it would ever matter. I never cared about what people thought about me or what they think I meant. But then I met you.” You smile as he kisses your temple. “And everything changed. I wanted to be vulnerable; I wanted to try; I wanted to be someone I wasn’t – someone deserving of you.” You open your mouth to interrupt but he hugs you tighter. A silent plea to let him continue. “But I failed time and time again trying to tell you how I felt. Saying the wrong things, misunderstanding the situation, distancing myself from you. I was too scared of rejection; of losing you. I convinced myself multiple excuses that I was reading you wrong; that I was just not used to having someone like you around; a breath of fresh air, the ray of sunshine breaking through in an overcast day. I didn't know how to tell you and writing lyrics was the only outlet I had to express my feelings. So, I wrote one song to tell you; then another; and another; then before I knew it, nearly all the songs I wrote were about you. Yet I couldn't even show you, what an idiot.” He laughs at himself.

“I'm the idiot who failed multiple times to get you to understand my feelings. How hard is –” Your phone interrupts you. You glance at the screen on the table and sit up upon seeing Jungkook’s message. “What does Kook mean by ‘put it back up’?” You asked looking back at Yoongi with curiosity.

He looks away sheepishly. “Well, I posted the album before.” You turn around to face him in shock. “But I was a coward and idiot and took it down. I’ve added some new songs on there since but you’re not the only one that failed multiple times.”

“I guess, we can be idiots together.” You giggle taking his hands in yours. “Is there any reason why all the titles start with the letter b?” You ask noticing the coincidence,

“It was plan B of telling you how I felt.” He cringes within himself.

“What was plan A?”

“Gobaek song.” Your smile fades at his admission. If you felt like an idiot before, you definitely felt like one now. Yoongi notices the shift in your mood, and he pulls you close. “Hey, don’t worry about that. There’s no point regretting everything that didn’t happen. I wished I told you sooner but if having you now means it needed to go the way it did; I would do it again in a heartbeat.” You melted in his arms kissing his chin on the way. “What about you?” You hum asking for further clarification. “When did you know you liked me?”

It was your turn to become shy. “I didn’t realise it right away because I never experienced this before.” You fiddle with the drawstrings on your sweats. Yoongi relates with a ‘me too’. “But I knew from the start you were different. I felt an ease and comfortability I have never felt before. Before you, I was so rigid and professional with my work – unwavering and unstoppable even in the face of a crisis. And then I met you and everything fell apart only to fall in the exact place they needed to be. I broke all my rules for you.”

Yoongi laughs. “You had rules?”

“Of course,”

“Like what?”

“Never let anyone know what I really looked like.” Yoongi purses his lips into an O-shape. “Never share personal information about myself.”

“Okay, but you had to at that point.” You sit up and staring into Yoongi’s eyes.

“Never let a client take you home.”

“It was late, I would never let you go home by yourself, and we were going the same way.” He defends making you smile.

You stare into his eyes for the longest time taking in his features. Wondering whether you should divulge this information or not. You were leaning towards Yoongi with your arms supporting you. His legs caging you between him. “Don’t fall in love with a client.” You whisper.

A smirk slowly forms, and you regret telling him because you knew what was about to come. “Are you saying I’m still just a client to you?” He teases.

You punch his arm playfully rolling your eyes. “You’re annoying when you tease me you know?”

“I will never miss an opportunity to tease you, baby. You should know that by now.” You shy away at the nickname, but Yoongi wraps his arms around you. He lifts your chin to look at him. “I love you too.” He promises sealing it with a kiss.

[a/n] it's finally finished! this is bittersweet for me. i am happy that i finally completed this series - this is the first series i have ever completed in all my years of writing. but the perfectionist in me is screaming in unsatisfaction because of how long it took

there is going to be an epilogue to address the unresolved plot points such as jack and yoongi's grandfather and in general, how everyone finished off their chapters in uni but it is not that important to the story and it's going to be short so this is officially the end of acquiesce. thank you to everyone that has stuck by me and this series. i hope you are satisfied with the ending and enjoyed this series. i really appreciate you all <3

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