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softyoongiionly · 5 years

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Fear and Dumplings: Chapter One

Confronting your fears for a final grade sounds unappealing but, with Yoongi as your partner, things might not be so bad.

Summary: You’re in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Underground Rapper! Yoongi, Soft!!! Yoongi, Fluff!!!, some moderate angst (later), smut (later later), slow-ish? burn.

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: Helloooo! I am very very new at this so, please excuse me if this is rough around the edges. I am planning on making this into a full blown fic so, I hope you like it!

Warnings for this Chapter: mentions characters confronting their fears, explicit language.

Warnings for the Fic: mentions characters confronting their fears, characters in uncomfortable situations, emotional moments between characters, mentions of bad parenting, explicit language throughout the fic, moderate angst, and very explicit smut later in the story.

Chapter 1: Fear and Dumplings

Your mouth was an oasis of drool. The slightly sticky, doughy, garlicky, meaty taste was actually present on your tongue, despite the fact that your mouth was completely empty. You were craving dumplings. You were craving Green Terrace’s beef and vegetable dumplings with their magical mystery sauce. A groan left your lips as you shook your head, your body lying haphazardly across your couch. You had been there 4 times this week. The cashiers knew your first name and your order by heart; the 6 piece beef dumpling box with extra magical mystery sauce on the side. You were starting to feel like a dumpling.

“Y/N...” you began to level with yourself “you really can’t justify spending another $10 on dumplings. You have rent due in 3 days and Marizpan needs more cat food. Get it together.” You said aloud to yourself, sliding a hand over your face.

Marzipan, your egg of a cat, strolls out into the room, licking over her teeth, signifying that she had just polished off the last of the cat food. You scoffed, watching her saunter around the battered coffee table as if she owned the place. She jumped up to the table, a small grunt leaving her chubby body as she looked over at you. Her green eyes full of judgement, as per usual.

“Can I help you?” You inquired, eyebrows raised, your hand moving off of your face to rest on your stomach.

Marzipan continues to stare, her green eyes unamused.

“I see you licking your chops Mar, I don’t need your criticisms.” You say to her, a giggle escaping your lips as she licks over her teeth again.

An overwhelming sense of laziness encompasses you when you realize that, in order to consume your delicious doughy daydream, you would have to get off your ass and actually leave your apartment; Your quaint, cozy, crudely decorated apartment. No. That wasn’t happening tonight. Your wallet and inner couch potato are eternally grateful. You opt for some toast and cereal instead, because you can never go wrong with double the carbs. You re-watch a few episodes of a show you’ve seen 1000 times before passing out on the couch.

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The next morning you awake to the dreaded blaring of your alarm, signifying an all too early beginning of your day. You groan as you stretch your limbs, cursing yourself for falling asleep on the couch again. Your joints snap crackle and pop as you force yourself into a sitting position and run a hand through your hair. It’s the end of spring break and, you’re not thrilled at all.

“6am really shouldn’t exist.” You mutter to yourself, standing up and making your way into the bathroom. 40 minutes later, you are shaved, showered and shushing Marzipan whilst she complains about the lack of food in her bowl.

“Alright alright, move aside.” you nudge her body over so, you can pour her food into the ceramic blue bowl instead of onto the floor. You thought she had eaten the rest of her food last night so, you were surprised when you found a final serving left in the bag.

“You act like you’ve never eaten before in your life.” You giggle as she nudges your hand away. You smile fondly at her as scarfs her food down like someone is planning to take it away from her. Children really are a product of their parents.

You look around for your backpack before, spotting it leaning against the ride side of the couch. Backpack is on, coffee is made and, the queen herself, is fed.

As you leave your apartment you notice Mr. Isaac, your neighbor, taking his dog Pippin for a walk.

“Good morning Mr. Isaac.” You call as you press the elevator button, the cold plastic button warming up under your finger.

“Good morning Y/N, off to school?” He inquires, smiling warmly.

You nod, sighing out in despair.

“Yeah, I’m headed there now, Hi Pippin.” You coo towards the fluffy Yorkie that’s currently circling Mr. Isaac’s feet. He chuckles before straightening the leash gently to bring Pippin back to his side.

“He tripped me last week and, with these old bones, we can’t really have that again, now can we?” His voice transforms into more of a coo by the time he addresses the sentence to his furry friend, who yips happily in reply.

“Pippin!” You admonish, giggling as the yorkie yips again “you have to be careful.”

Mr. Isaac nods, still chuckling as Pippin happily chimes into the conversation yet again.

“He’s got no clue.” Mr. Isaac shakes his head, his English accent thicker in the morning.

The elevator reaches the bottom floor and Mr. Isaac and Pippin step out first as they make their way towards the front entrance of lobby before turning back and waving at you.

“Have a good day at school love!” He calls to you as you grimace, moving toward the subway entrance near the elevator.

“I’ll try!” You giggle, waving to him, before turning to shuffle down the stairs.

Your apartment building is connected to the subway station that runs directly to your campus and, you thank your lucky stars that you don’t have to exert too much effort to get to school. However, when you arrive to your campus, you get an email from your professor informing you that one of your lectures would now be held in Room 729. Room 729 was located in Candide Hall, and Candide Hall was located at the literal end of the earth! Ok, you were being slightly dramatic but, honestly, Candide Hall was so incredibly far away from your other classes, that you honestly considered taking a cab to get there.

On the bright side, you can at least say you found a way to work off all of the dumplings you have been eating which, just further justified you getting them again. You adjust your backpack on your shoulder before beginning your journey to Candide Hall.

A tuft of pink hair pops through the crowd of people and you stifle a grin as you see your best friend meandering towards you.

“Y/N!” Jimin calls, smiling and waving like he’s greeting you at an airport

“Jimin!” You call back, giggling at his eagerness. He meets you in the crowd of people pulling you in for a hug. You hug him back, still giggling, as you tuck your face into his neck.

“I missed you!” He says a little too loud, now that the crowd is starting to disappear in different directions

“Jimin we saw each other Saturday night, remember? You, me, a bottle of rosé and way too much sugar cookie dough?” You remind him of your Saturday night in which you both got drunk and, decided eating an entire roll of cookie dough was a good idea.

Jimin leans back; his expression offended beyond belief, his ring adorned hand going to his chest.

“Are you...saying that you didn’t...miss me?” He accuses in a shaky voice, his demeanor horrified.

You burst into another fit of laughter as you pull him towards you.

“Yes Jimin, I’ve missed you. The 30 hours I’ve spent without you has been truly agonizing.” You reply, batting your lashes, your tone dramatic.

Jimin breaks out into a smile as he wiggles out of your hold, bumping your hip with his.

“That’s what I thought.” He bites back, walking through the quad with you. His brows furrow as he nods toward Canterbury Hall.

“Y/N, isn’t your class over there?”

You groan and shake your head.

“No, I got an email from my professor saying that it’s been permanently relocated to Candide, something about replacing the wiring or whatever.” You explain, as Jimins face expressions turns to one of disgust.

“Ew, seriously? That building is a thousand miles away.”

You nod, groaning again.

“I know and, it’s my psych course which I don’t even technically need to graduate.” You lament, leaning on Jimin as you walked.

Jimin giggles, shaking his head, his pink hair flopping around as he does, nudging you off playfully.

“Hey you said you wanted a tighter butt this year, maybe now is your chance.” He offered, tilting his head.

“That’s a good point actually, I’m gonna have the tightest ass on campus by the time this semester ends.” You say with determination, your gaze wandering to your backside, sticking it out slightly.

Jimin starts making his way towards Mockingbird Hall, giggling still as he nods toward the very far away building.

“You better get moving then, tight ass, or you’re gonna be late.” He calls, causing you to roll your eyes and give him the finger.

“Enjoy your close class privilege!” You call back, stifling a grin as he blows you a kiss before disappearing behind the lecture hall door.

The walk to Candide was as awful as you thought it would be but, you made it on time so, there wasn’t really anything left to complain about. The hall was far more spacious than the previous one so, at least you wouldn’t have to worry about not finding a decent seat. Your equally exhausted classmates continued to file in and select their seats, the low rumbling of chatter barely filling the much larger space. You spotted a seat towards the left side of the room and started making your way there. You took your backpack off and plopped down, letting out a breath of relief that you were finally sitting down.

Your eyes flit around the room before they narrow slightly at a boy that shuffled slowly into the lecture hall. Now you definitely didn’t know everyone in your psych class but, you know for a fact you would have remembered seeing this guy. He wasn’t much taller than you, his black hair came to the middle of his ears which were pierced with several silver earrings and, he was wearing a baggy black hoodie and some gray torn jeans. Trendy. Alright, so he definitely wasn’t bad to look at so, maybe you could use his face as motivation to make the trek to all the way over here. You were really hoping that he would walk over to the seat beside you and dreamily ask, “is this seat taken?” but, obviously that didn’t happen and instead, he chose a seat as far away from yours as possible. Cool.

Your professor finally makes his way into the room, towing his black box and sipping the lid of his travel mug to prevent the coffee from spilling over.

“Good morning!” He calls over the chatter, looking a little out of breath as he sets his stuff down.

“Morning.” Quite a few voices mumble back, causing your professor to chuckle and shake his head.

“Yeah yeah, I’m not thrilled about break being over either.” Professor James was amongst your favorite professors as he always made the atmosphere a comfortable one.

You already started chewing on the end of your pen as you felt your gaze wandering back toward the other end of the room. The boy from a few minutes ago was settled into his seat, his slender fingers tapping lightly against the desk as he listened to Professor James open the class. God, he was really something. You looked back up towards the front of the room so; he didn’t catch you staring at him like a freak.

“Alright so, before break started, I know I mentioned that we would be beginning your final project when we returned and, that said final project would be worth 70% of your grade for the rest of the semester.” Professor James begins, pulling up the lecture slides on his computer. With a few clicks of his mouth, the slides were up on the projector, the first slide being titled: “What Are You Afraid Of?”

A lot of things, you immediately thought to yourself, already listing off a few of the obvious ones (spiders, the dark, deep water).

“What Are You Afraid Of?” Professor James questions with a tilt to his head “Fear is the psychological response to danger or perceived danger. It’s ancient. It was with us back in the caveman days.” Professor James moves onto the next slide which displays a comic strip of a caveman running from a bear. In the speech bubble, the text reads, “Oh shit!”, which causes you and some of your other classmates to laugh lightly.

“You see, this dude is in serious danger.” He points up towards the comic, his eyes wide with interest. “He is facing a threat and his brain is triggering his fight or flight response which, causes him to run away from danger and towards safety.”

You nod to yourself as you write down some more information in your notes.

“As humans, we are psychologically designed to run away from things we feel threatened by. Now, here’s the problem, our brain hasn’t figured out a way to differentiate between an actual threat,” he gestures to the comic “and a perceived threat. Most of us, have a unique set of fears and worries that often stem from common sense, past or prior knowledge or, even deep psychological pain. Our fears can also be the product of misconception.”

You found yourself deeply entranced by Professor James’s words. You believed that he was truly interested and passionate about the subject he was teaching. Maybe, taking Psychology wasn’t the worst idea after all.

“Most of you are probably wondering what all of this has to do with your project now, before we get into the requirements I want to remind everyone,” He looks around the room, his brown eyes scanning the crowd. “That you and you alone set the pace for this project. You are in control and decide what you do or do not pursue”

Professor James clicks to the next slide that reads “Dear Fear.”

“My slides are a little sparse today, I apologize, I spent most of the night trying to come up with a clever title” He jokes, causing the room to crackle with your classmate’s laughter. “I will have a separate handout that explains the specific requirements of this project, as well as a rubric with your grading criteria. What you will be doing for the reminder for the semester is working through some of your greatest fears and documenting how the process affects your life. Now, before anyone gets excited or terrified, I want to make a disclaimer, I am in no way, permitting you to put yourself in any sort of actual danger and, if I found out that any of you were engaging in any truly dangerous activity, you would receive a zero on this assignment.”

He looks at the class sternly.

“Your first milestone is to complete a list of fears. They don’t need to be your greatest fears but, try to include at least one that is particularly challenging. You should have at least 3-5 on the list and, they should be listed in order of their severity. Your greatest fear should be listed last whilst your lesser fears should be listed first. The goal of the assignment is to confront your fear, whether it is directly or indirectly, and work through and document the feelings you have during the experience. This practice is similar to Exposure and Response prevention therapy which is commonly used to treat patients with anxiety disorders. Some of you may be worried already but, let me assure you, I am not suggesting that you attempt to perform intense psychotherapy on yourself, the exposures should be low intensity and imaginal, when possible. For example, if you are afraid of spiders, I’m not encouraging to go and pet a tarantula. “

You let out a sigh of relief that you wouldn’t have to be anywhere near a giant hairy spider anytime soon. The thought alone caused shivers to rush up your spine.

“But I would suggest that you do some research on spiders and possibly watch a video about spiders and how they function in our ecosystem. If you are afraid of heights, I am not suggesting that you go skydiving but, you could watch GoPro footage of another person skydiving or you could imagine yourself actually deciding to skydive. I am not trying to a trigger a panic attack in any of you. Your goal is to merely touch on things that make you uncomfortable and, work through why you feel that way and, how these feelings affect your decision making. I will continue to go through specifics with you as the project progresses but, right now I want you to focus on writing your list and creating a fear hierarchy and, begin your research journal. Your research journal will be the tool you use to document your entire experience from start to finish. After you complete your list, I want you to make your first entry. Describe how you feel about making a list of your greatest fears and how you feel about the upcoming project. What do you hope to gain? What do you...” He pauses, pursing his lips, smirking slightly. “What do you hope to leave behind?”

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The class ends with everyone receiving their handouts and their research journals, which Professor James has graciously supplied. You make your way towards the exit, folding up your handout to tuck inside the black leather bound journal, before you collide with the body of another person, causing you to drop your journal.

“Oh shit sorry.” You say as your shoulder collides with theirs. You look up as you notice it’s that damn boy from the doorway again. The tragic thing is that he’s even more attractive up close. His chocolate eyes are widened in surprise as he adjusts his backpack on his shoulder.

“S-sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going. Are you alright?” He responds, as you both make your way through the crowd of students and out of the room. His voice was really quiet and sort of raspy; his chocolate eyes were wide with concern. He bends down quickly to hand your research journal back to you.

“Yeah, I’m good. Don’t even worry; I wasn’t watching where I was going either. Are you alright?” You responded, smiling slightly at his frazzled state.

He nods; his lips pushing together in a weird sort of smile, if you could even call it that? Whatever it was, it was cute.

“Yeah thanks.” He mumbles before he turns to walk the opposite direction.

You think of calling him back to inquire about why he joined the class so late but, you decide that bumping into a stranger, no matter how hot he is, isn’t really an excuse to spark up a conversation. Hot boy from psychology is hot but, you promised yourself dumplings for dinner tonight so, you decided it was time to make the journey back to your apartment.

Maybe walking to Candide Hall everyday wouldn’t be so bad.

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jksangelic · 5 years

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↳ rating: M

↳ genre: romance, angst, dry humor, smut, undergroundrapper!yoongi (don’t be fooled, yoongi is a soft lover in this), one-shot (divided for the sake of a functioning mobile tumblr)

↳ pairing: yoongi x reader

↳ parts: 1 | 2 | 3

↳ word count: 2.8k

↳ a/n: here’s the first part! second part comes tmro, and third comes the next day, both releasing at 10PM PST! please look forward to them heehehehe.

this part does not contain smut, only light swearing and maybe some sensual themes? i don’t remember lol. it’s also not very edited hehe i’ll come back to it.

*each squiggly divider represents a flashback, straight divider represents current time*

Yoongi preferred the heat set to exactly eighty degrees Fahrenheit, which was utterly ridiculous. It caused you to toss and turn in a pool of unattractive, and possibly foul-smelling, sweat all throughout the night. Even more so, he trapped you with his own limbs, protecting you like that stupid dog from Tom and Jerry protected that awfully large and awfully raw steak. You’ve fallen in and out of consciousness because of it, surely waking up every thirty minutes while the man slept like a log.

But it was wonderful.

You open your eyes for the umpteenth time, assuring he’s still attached to the hip and planting a kiss on his forehead sleepily. What a dream it would be to stay like this forever, you think, tossing the idea away as quickly as it came. It was punishing as is and you dare not tie the noose around your own neck.

You scan the room, curtains drawn closed and tv silently flicking through commercials, casting a dim width of light onto the bed. It must still be pretty early in the morning, you assume, a bittersweet realization.

Enjoy the moment, you correct yourself, be happy that you were able to have this. So you peer down at him through foggy vision, his eyes closed and mean, twitching a bit enough that you suppose he’s dreaming of something himself. Nudging your face into his hair, which smelled faintly of smoke and peaches, you force yourself back into slumber.

For the first time tonight, you sleep deeply.

Wondering how the hell anyone was permitted admission after the venue breached occupancy threefold, you rub at the aching spot of your ribs that your neighbor unintentionally keeps jabbing. You attempt to peer over the sea of heads anyway, looking for that goddamned girl that dragged you here in the first place. Where was she? Why was she so short? Why did you wear heels to a concert?

Never did you suspect you would be pushed against barricade at 11PM on a Thursday, waiting for an artist you have never heard. The sweat that accumulates, quite frankly, everywhere was probably starting to stain your clothes at this point. The beauty of public outings.

“Y/N! Y/N! Right here!” screams the woman of your nightmares, waving maniacally more towards the middle of the crowd than you but nevertheless farther than you would like to travel in this density. You make your trek, apologizing profusely as full-grown adults glare at you for moving, oh help them all.

“I will have your head for this,” you yell into her ear, gripping the divider to ease the stinging pain stemming from your toes.

“Lighten up, you’re at a concert that you got into for free, for heaven’s sake,” Chungha pouts, bopping her head happily to whatever DJ was opening for her beloved. “I think you’ll like these guys, anyway. Really good rappers, up-and-coming and all that good stuff.”

“Yeah, if they even show up. This poor dude has been playing for over an hour. Do you suppose his fingers hurt from pressing all those buttons?” She rolls her eyes in a way that says, please stop already. You really just want to know.

If this DJ had any influence of what the main act would be, you would rather just leave, plain and simple. This wasn’t really your thing in the first place, Overwatch and Red Dead Redemption (not one, but TWO!) sounding much more appealing than listening to EDM’s Worst Hits. But Chungha was a sweetheart who you’d marry in an instant, and when she asked you to come and claimed she already got you a ticket because she knew you couldn’t possibly say no to her, well, you couldn’t possibly say no to her.

You even dressed up for the occasion, a mix of Instagram baddie and Tumblr aesthetic (a sum of words you’d never like to use again) smooshed into one oddly cute outfit, if you did say so yourself.

It wasn’t worth your time.

But then the music starts changing pace, lights changing colors and dimming and smoke machines going ham and you suppose it’s finally starting. Three men walk out, one with orange hair and a long but pretty nose, heart mouth showcasing the straightest teeth you’ve ever seen on a human being, the second slightly shorter, bleached hair styled messily and the hand holding his mic covered in rings, the final with a smirking dimple, leading them out and hyping up the crowd with a few welcoming words that you don’t quite make out.

“There’s three,” you state dumbly.

“Great job counting! Remind me to give you a cookie later,” Chungha retorts halfheartedly, much more intrigued by seeing these men in person, “The guy in front is RM, he’s their leader. Blonde is Suga. J-Hope is the sexy one—HOSEOK OPPA!” She screams as if she’s been struck with a spatula, eyes wide and focusing.

You like their style, you’ll give them that. RM starts the song strong, lyrics so quick and diction so clear that it sounds as if he’s rapping directly to you. They all bounce around the stage, people at barricade, including your friend, reaching out and bobbing along in synchronization. J-Hope follows suit, stage presence oddly intimidating and seductive concurrently, his body more fluid and powerful than any dancer you’ve seen before. You can see why he would be the ladies’ man, lying to yourself if you said your eyes haven’t focused on his hips more often than not.

And without warning, Suga bursts into his own lines, atmosphere changing almost immediately when he brings the mic to his mouth. It’s hypnotic, his words continuously stringing out without break, without a single beat missed. You watch in fear. As the crowd around you screams and attempts to chime in, Suga steps closer and closer to them, squatting down right in front of where you stand and finishing his part with a deep, breathy note. He sits there as both men and women (and Chunga) paw at him and for the smallest of moments, do you think, his eyes lock on you.

It sets you on fire.

Yoongi always made it a point to study the faces of his fans out of appreciation. It would be foolish to say he’d be able to recognize each and every person he’s ever encountered, but he knows you were one to sketch into the archives of his mind. It doesn’t help that you are the only one, mouth slightly agape and teeth biting the inside of your cheek, completely still and studying. For the first time in a while, he feels intimidated; self-conscious even. More than a listener amongst the energetic mob, you look more like a critic.

It makes him shiver.

I would be his groupie in a heartbeat, you think, no doubt that he too is infamous around women wherever he goes. Whatever the matter, seeing this enigma of a man was worth your whole night’s experience.

I love, I love, I love myself! The audience screams, bass intensifying as the other two reach for water bottles propped on the stage. I love, I love, I love myself!

J-Hope throws in some ad-libs, sipping from his water before chucking the lid entirely, Namjoon putting a hand to his ear to egg everyone on and holding his own water above. You still stand in place, astonished how ethereal someone can look on stage and you instantaneously understand why people barricade. Suga catches you again, still squatted in the same position, possibly too lazy to get a water for himself but lets his brothers do what they must, and grins subtly.

You must look absolutely moronic gaping at this man, tongue-in-cheek impressed and hands barely gripped around the bars while everyone else around strains to be closer to the stars of the night.

I love, I love, I love myself! Y’all player hater, you should love yourself!

And that’s when you get—at least, half of a water bottle’s worth of water thrown at your direction. Right in front of the newfound man of your dreams. Everyone else screams madly, acting like these gods have blessed their parched souls with water after days on end, while you now look a little like a wet dog dressed in a hoochie skirt. You shrug, wiping at whatever was worth attempting to dry and thanking the gods that your makeup wasn’t running.

“Oh my god, your shirt is soaked!” Chungha lately notices, head whipping back and forth from the boys to you, back to the boys just in case she was missing something important.

“I would sell myself for that man,” you deadpan, not even blinking towards her.

“Suga? I bet he would accept if you managed to offer it to him.”

“I would easily give him all of the money in my savings right now.”

“You don’t have a savings. Pay attention.”

So you did.

You relished in every part Suga had, finally gathering up enough brain cells to at least rock with everyone else. Every song was like a lucid dream, the concert high really resonating with you. Either that, or you were literally high off of how much smoke there was. Gotta love rap concerts.

Perhaps it was the luck of the opening song, but Suga didn’t make eye contact with you again, a beaten disappointment gurgling in your stomach. But instead of behaving as a kicked puppy and moping about losing every possible chance that the blonde devil would bring you atop the stage and dedicate his serenade of sorts strictly to your face in front of hundreds of people--well, the chances were nearly zero. We're not all winners.

Suga continues on, trying not to focus on the girl with the sharp eyes that makes him clammy to the point where his throat threatens to constrict on him, which isn't optimal. He finishes song after song with his brothers, taking long enough breaks in between to catch his breath and focus on the bigger picture: that there was an entire crowd to please and not just you. Besides, there would always be a pretty or handsome face no matter where he went, he was Suga, goddammit, he wasn't a high school horndog ready to pounce on every intriguing entity he just casually glanced at. That role was a style more befitting for his brothers.

Upon your cognizance that this group was downright brilliant, the concert ends much sooner than you would have liked it. And just like that, the three send their love and are ushered behind the stage. It takes a while for the swarm to dissipate, interlacing your fingers with Chungha's to insure you don't lose her again.

"So, I take it you liked them," she giggles, forehead sheen with sweat because holy shit it's so fucking hot in here.

"They are really... talented. I award proper recognition when it's truly deserved." Tired of waiting, you practically shove your way past the bodies, dragging your poor friend behind you and bee-lining for the entrance.

"Wait! Do you want to get merch?" You twitch your nose, not entirely opposing the idea.

"Are you sure you don't want to just hop in? I'll pay for you!" Chungha cries, halfway into her Uber.

"Sis, I live down the street, I promise I'll be fine. I'll call you when I get home."

"That's so far!"

"I'm walking away now. Go home."

She harrumphs once for effect before waving goodbye, Prius soundlessly whooshing away while your best friend sticks her tongue out at you in the back window. You laugh at her foolishness before spinning on your heel and making your way.

It was just the right amount of chilly, breeze cooling you down a notch. You bet your ass you would remember this night forever, writing a mental note to check out the group on every social platform there was when you got home.

You skirt down a corner of the building, aiming for the route of your apartment--or, at least, where you think it is? "Sense of direction" surely wasn't the best trait on your resume. Walking down the dim street, you notice a few trickling souls walking in and out of the building, probably help from the venue closing up. It's when you see Suga, attempting to light his cigarette and leaning against a black van that you stop like a deer in headlights.

"Suga!" you point and exclaim like a child.

"... Wanna say that any louder, toots?" He chuckles, though, seemingly pleased rather than offended. He scoffs at his empty lighter, tucking the thing in his pocket and leaving his cigarette unlit on his lips.

"S-Sorry. My bad. Do you, uh, need a light?" you offer apologetically, digging through your purse to grab your lucky lighter, an embarrassing bright pink thing with Betty Boop floating in the middle.

"Thanks," he smiles, grabbing the lighter from your hand and flicking it to life as he takes a drag. "Do you smoke?"

"Not cigarettes. Honestly, I already regret offering that to you. That's a bad habit to kick," you sigh, taking it back when he hands it to you.

"Don't I know it." He glances up at your face when he returns your lighter, showing a regretful smirk but studying your face in the process. Well, hell, if it wasn't for the barricade critic.

"I recognize you," he continues, "you were up front, right?"

"Oh, god, I can't believe you remember that."

His heart skips at the match, blowing smoke out the corner of his mouth and pushing himself off the van. "You, uh, looked unimpressed. Got me worried that I lost my game for a bit."

"No! I wasn't unimpressed at all. I'm just a new fan, I guess. My friend brought me. I think I was just in awe, if anything. I even got this hood--"

You quite literally bite your tongue, wishing you could slap your face at the outburst, realization running over you like a train.

"You got what?" he presses, a sly curiousness brimming.

"N-Nothing. You were good. That's all."

"'That's all'? Geez, you're really putting me down over here, toots." He throws the butt and stomps it out, "Those eyes of yours really made me nervous."

Your eyes? How smooth of him. "Oh, I doubt that. You seemed just fine to me."

He hesitates to respond; what exactly are you trying to get at here? Sweet and sour, he supposes. It's interesting to him compared to the countless amount of substance-less gals that suck up to him to simply suck him. New fans certainly were feisty, he supposes.

"Do you live around here?" he asks.

"Are you going to stalk me? Yes."

"Well, if I was, you probably shouldn't have said yes before I answered. But luckily, no." He sticks out his hand, clad with rings of, you're sure of, soaring prices beyond what you can imagine for jewelry, "I'm Min Yoongi. But I guess everyone kinda just calls me Suga now. You can call me Yoongi, if you'd like. Can I ask for your name?"

You take his hand softly, hoping he doesn't notice the way you shrink in it because heavens that near-zero chance of meeting Suga certainly did skyrocket. "It's Y/N."

"Mm, pretty," he comments surely. "Well, Y/N. We're actually going to be here for a while, just finished a few shows here and there and decided to take a break until we can figure out bigger plans," he's talking too much, "Anyway, would you want to hang out sometime?"

You shiver in astonishment, what was happening here? What kind of lucky star flew over your head for this? Your goosebumps had goosebumps.

"That... Yeah, that would be great! Do you... Do you want my number?"

"Would love it," he declares, taking his phone out and setting up your contact without delay.

"Do you do this much? Snag a girl's number after a show?" you joke as you type in your number. Yoongi snorts.

"Girls don't necessarily talk to me in a well-respected manner, let alone offer me a light."

"Well, don't expect that last bit anymore. Smoking really is a pet-peeve of mine," you warn. Who were you to warn him of something you didn't like? Idiot!

"Yes, ma'am. I'll shoot you a text sometime. Was nice meeting you," he says, watching you nod and smile and wave goodbye as you continue on home, Suga's name printed enormously on the back of the new sweatshirt you bought from the merch stand. He bites back a snicker, picking at the hair on his neck before walking back inside.

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joheun-saram · 4 years

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The Back of Your Car (myg)

Summary- How would you deal if you were stuck in the trunk of your best friend’s car with your new crush?

word count- 3.3k

pairing- undergroundrapper!yoongi x recentgraduate!reader

rating- R

genre- fluff, smut(ish?), friends2lovers, collegeau

warnings- nothing too bad, just making out and dry humping to orgasm lol, oh and swearing.

a.n- my first Yoongi fic? Yes sirrrrrrr. I be simping for this man all day everyday. Also, yes the premise is dumb but also who doesn’t wanna be locked in a trunk with Yoongi. Just me? Okay. Coolcoolcool.

This was written for the ‘A Long Hot Summer’ project by @thebtswritersclub. The member I picked was Yoongi and the sense I chose was touch, because when you can’t see you can only feel. 👀 Hope you like it!

Feedback much appreciated! 💕

gif is not mine! :)

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“Really guys? Really?” You sighed as you stared at the small trunk of Jin’s sedan. You were so done with your friends. The audacity of them to ask you to jump into the trunk for the two-hour-long ride.

“What? We cleared all the junk for you! Plus it’s not like you’ll be alone.” Namjoon stated matter-of-factly, his hands on his hips.

Your friends had been planning this week-long trip to Jin’s cottage for the past month as the last hurrah before everyone really started working in the real world, and somehow everyone had missed the fact that two cars would not be enough for your group of ten and all your belongings.

You had been friends with most of them since at least the start of university, over five years ago, but you’d be lying if you said they still didn’t annoy you at times. Well, you had been friends with everyone except Min Yoongi, the person you were being forced to now share this tiny trunk with.

“Why can’t Jungkook and I share the trunk?” You looked pleadingly at your closest friend. Jungkook and you had been friends since childhood and his bunny smile was present in almost all your pictures. Although you had been introduced when he and your younger brother became friends in fifth grade, it soon became evident that he and you were a better friendship fit as after middle school his appearances at your house soon turned from gaming with your brother to watching movies and arguing over anime in your bedroom. He had seen you madly in love with your first boyfriend and then seen you ugly cry, wasted at 2 am after your first breakup. Whereas, you had been there to buy him a cake and blast Lonely Island in his dorm when he lost his virginity in his freshman year of university. Jungkook was comfortable, Jungkook was easy. Plus, your habit of platonic cuddles made you far more comfortable spooning him for two hours than the mysterious Yoongi, who you met four months ago and may or may not be harboring a massive crush on.

“Noona, I can barely fit in there alone! You and hyung are the smallest of the group. It just makes sense!” Jungkook looked proud of his logic, patting your head smugly as you glared at him. You hated that he was now the muscle-bound version of the scrawny kid you used to know but more so you hated that he was entirely justified in his logic.

“But what if we get rear-ended? I will die! Do you want me to die?!” You were exasperated as you stared at the group with wide eyes. This was not how you imagined the end of your summer before the real world to be - with Hosoek’s car filled with all your supplies, taking up most of the backseat, leading to your dilemma. Who had thought it was a good idea to bring an icebox that won’t fit in the trunk? Well, none other than the host, Jin, who insists his steaks needed ample room to breathe in the ice for the ride up to the woods.

“You can get in first, so if we get rear-ended my death will cushion you,” Yoongi spoke softly, looking at you as you blinked dumbfoundedly at him. Although you were sure this was part of his dark humor, you felt a flush creep up your neck at his attempt to dissuade your worries.

Yoongi was introduced to your friends through Namjoon. Your tightly knit group of friends barely talked to anyone else but Namjoon was the social butterfly, always at parties or networking for his Soundcloud growth. He was an amazing rapper, selling out most small clubs he performed at. That’s where he had met Yoongi, befriending him when they performed together, and slowly integrating him into your clan. At first, it didn’t seem like his quiet, introspective persona would fit in your group’s dynamic, what with Jimin and Taehyung’s constant platonic PDA, Hoseok and Namjoon’s rap battles, and Jin, Jungkook and your bickering, but he seemed to have found a groove, seamlessly integrating himself. His deadpan comments whenever Jimin and Taehyung got too much, his addition to the rap battles, and his role as a mediator over your arguments had slowly made Yoongi a solid part of your dynamic in a short amount of time. Even Namjoon and Jin’s girlfriends who had been a part of the crew for over one and two years, respectively, hadn’t gelled in this fast, still feeling like they were eight-wheeling a giant polyamorous group.

“Umm… thanks? But that’s not the point. We shouldn’t have to ride in the trunk because Jin’s precious icebox stole the seat!” You tried to play it cool, ignoring the amused smirk that Jungkook threw your way as he spied your face heating up. He was all too aware of your crush and would take every opportunity to make you feel awkward around Yoongi.

“Okay tell you what. If you guys ride in the back, we’ll give you guys the best room in the house. First pick and everything,” Jin negotiated, clearly annoyed at the situation and wanting to get on the road.

“Alright. One more condition though. You all are buying mine and Yoongi’s drinks for the whole trip.” You acquiesce, because to be honest the master bedroom at Jin’s cottage was the most coveted spot, usually not even up for discussion. It boasted a king bed with the softest mattress imaginable, not to mention the ensuite bathroom consisting of a jacuzzi. You were beyond excited to snag that baby to yourself for the week. Plus, with your alcohol tolerance being among the highest of the group, you were excited not to drop any money on alcohol.

With hums and cheers of agreement, the party started moving along. You climbed in Jin’s trunk first, opting to face Yoongi rather than spoon him awkwardly. He climbed in with much less resistance than you, curling up as far as he could. Space, however, was smaller than you had anticipated and in this position, even though you both crossed your arms, your knees and arm were touching. You were happy when Namjoon abruptly shut the top, engulfing you both in darkness since it hid how red your face had become at the proximity. Your skin felt like it was on fire where it touched his, your heart speeding. You wondered if he could hear it and if it was healthy if it kept this pace for the next two hours.

Surprisingly you could barely hear what was happening in the car, voices coming through in muffled and music barely audible, drowned by the hum of the engine that roared through as the car started moving, slowly jostling you.

“You okay?” Yoongi asked tentatively after a few minutes. “You seemed a bit nervous about getting in.”

“Yeah, it’s just a little claustrophobic.” You weren’t lying, although it felt more so because of your feelings for Yoongi. Although you routinely hang out with him and your friends, practically every day this summer, if you were really counting, you had never once hung out with him alone. Even when he requested to record your vocals for one of his songs, Namjoon had been there. Now just sitting with him alone you felt extremely awkward, unable to deal with your feelings.

“Here, let me turn my flashlight on,” he said as he dug around for his phone in his pocket, one of his calves now between yours. “I heard that light can help with that.”

You were suddenly blinded as he turned on his flashlight. As your eyes adjusted to the onslaught of photons, you saw Yoongi’s face, much closer than you had thought it’d be. Although you had found him attractive since the first time you met him, you had never seen him this close. His cheeks were squished by his shoulder, his long black bangs swept haphazardly across his forehead as his lips pursed in a little pout. You didn’t think you could find him more attractive but he took your breath away. You don’t know how long you just stared at him but your trance was broken as you saw his lips move, registering what he was saying far more slowly than usual.

“I’m sorry you’re in here with me. I’m not the best company, I know.” He averted his gaze opting to look above him.

“What? Why would you say that?”

“I don't know. You wanted to be in here with Jungkook. I understand though, he’s much nicer than I am.” Your heart fell at that. You didn’t think he would be bothered by your insistence to be with Jungkook and you were starting to feel guilty.

“I only said that because I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“You don’t have to say that. It’s fine I get it. You don’t really like me.” He looked into your eyes, trying to search for any dishonesty.

“Of course I like you. What?”

“Oh? It’s just that you never talk to me.” Oh if only he knew the reason why you never talked to him was that you were scared you were going to stumble over your words and make a fool out of yourself.

“I… You never talk to me either!” You tried to move further away from him so he couldn’t make out the flush that was creeping up with your neck, finding you had nowhere else to move to.

“I always try to talk to you. You either answer in one word or just walk away.” Yoongi didn’t know why he was being so insistent but he needed to know. He had found you interesting the moment he met you. Every joke you made had made him laugh and he would be lying if he didn’t listen to the vocals you recorded for him almost daily. “It’s okay… I’m sorry. You just make me nervous.”

“Me? I make you nervous?” You tried to control the giggle that arose at his comment but were unsuccessful. Why would you make Yoongi of all people nervous?

“You’re intimidating!” He laughed, smiling at you.

“Sure… Whatever you say Yoongi.”

Soon your conversation moved to a comfortable one, sharing anecdotes about your friends and laughing over their antics. You hadn’t realized how easy it would be to talk to him once you were over your nerves. You hadn’t even thought about the constant voice in your head that made you spaz every time you saw him. However, that was short-lived as suddenly, you were thrown into the darkness, the light from Yoongi’s phone cutting off.

“Ah. Sorry. I think my phone’s dead.” He reaches between you to tap his phone to no avail, his fingertips lightly brushing your skin, making your skin tingle and reminding you again why you were nervous.

“It’s okay.” You don’t know why you whispered, but somehow the dark changed the entire atmosphere - your nerves kicking into high gear again. You could feel the hum of the car, each little bump on the road overtly noticeable. If you didn’t know any better you’d say you could feel his breath on your face. Yoongi felt it too - the comfort dissipating into tension, making his heart beat faster.

“Careful!” He hisses as the car hits an exceptionally big bump, his hand instinctively reaching out to hold your head to ensure you don’t hit it at the back, while his other goes to your waist to pull you closer. In the cramped space, there was nowhere to go and you could feel your skin heating up where he touched you, sending sparks down your spine.

The air seemed to have thickened between you - the jokes of earlier fading away to make room for whatever this tension was as your heart pounded in your chest, his breath now definitely on your face. Suddenly there’s another bump, and Yoongi takes the opportunity to pull you closer, his jean-clad leg moving further between your bare ones. You suddenly realize how close this leg is to your core, and a slight whimper escapes your lips. His eyes go wide. There’s no way that sound was for him, was it? Regardless of all the times he had dreamt of having you in his arms, surely his mind was playing tricks on him. There was no way you were actually into him like he was into you.

“Y/N…” he says softly as he tries to unsuccessfully make out your eyes in the dark. You feel your face flush as you realize that you didn’t imagine the whimper, you actually made that noise, out loud. Panicking you rack your brain for an excuse, but all you can do is say his name, speaking it breathlessly into the small space.

He feels his heart accelerate when he hears his name from your lips. If he didn’t know any better he would think it almost sounded like a plea. It’s taking all his willpower not to crash his lips against yours, to hear more of your whimpers. Before he can get too lost in his thoughts another bump on the road sends you forward, your hands fisting in his shirt, faces only a hair length apart.

You don’t know who leaned in first but soon your lips are against each other. He feels your soft lips on him and it’s like he’s in a trance. The dark seems to have heightened his senses and it's like he can feel every single movement tenfold. You move your hands from his shirt to the nape of his neck, wanting him closer and it seems that he wants the same as his hand moves from your waist to your hips, pulling you closer.

You feel his tongue on your lips and you oblige, feeling sparks of electricity flow through you as you taste him. He tastes like mint and coffee, a combination that you would have found abhorrent except right now it felt like the sweetest nectar. The kiss is desperate like if you stopped the other would disappear, and it leaves you panting.

In between kisses, Yoongi grabs your ass, groping it and making you moan in his mouth. A smile makes its way across his face as he relishes your sounds. He can’t believe this is happening. He kisses down your jaw to your neck, wanting to taste every bit of you.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since I first saw you.” You pant in between moans as he sucks on the sensitive juncture where your neck meets your shoulders, the dark igniting a boldness in you. Hearing you say that makes him stop. He wishes he could see your face to see if you were joking, but before he can get too much in his head, he hears you whine his name.

“Me too. Fuck.” He says as he continues kissing your neck as he starts moving your hips, making you grind against him. Even through layers of clothing the friction from his thigh on your clit is palpable, making your breath hitch, your hand holding on to his sleeve at the shoulder. “Is this okay?”

You can only moan in response as he abandons your hips now that you found a rhythm and moves his hand up towards your chest, moving it under the hem of your shirt. Your skin is deliciously soft as he strokes your stomach gently before he moves to your back in search of a clasp, only to find none. You weren’t wearing a bra and that only made him harder as he cupped your chest, feeling your nipples under his thumb as he grazed over them. The sensation was unbelievable, making you soak your panties, it was like his hands were barely there, making you arch your back, chasing his touch. You could feel your orgasm building as you felt the tension in your stomach build. He had barely even touched you and you felt like you were going to lose your mind. Each sensation felt new. You finally understood what Madonna was talking about in that song.

You pulled his face close to you mewling a “please” against his lips as you crashed your lips against them. You melt into him, the passionate kiss igniting more pleasure in both of you.

“Are you going to cum baby?” He asks, his breath mingling with your pants, the nickname warming your heart, as he pulls your head back gently by your hair, giving him more access to your neck, sucking and kissing, driving you closer to the edge. “Go ahead. Cum on my leg baby.”

The pressure inside you grows as you grind faster, the friction against your clit simultaneously too much and too little. He finally increases the pressure on your nipples, rolling them between his fingers as he ravishes your mouth with a deep kiss, making you come undone. Your legs shake, your hands grabbing at his shirt and hair, walls clenching around nothing as you cum.

“Fuck. Yoongi” you whine as you come down from your high, his lips still on your neck, your panties sticking to you.

“God. You’re so hot.” Your moans are still ricocheting through his mind as he takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers and kissing the top of it. Even though he didn’t get any relief and his boner still painfully lies against his tight jeans, he doesn’t mind, enjoying your scent as he nuzzles your neck.

“Yoongi, I have to tell you something.” He wishes he could see you. The way you began your sentence makes his heart ache in anticipation as you pause longer. “I like you.”

“I’m glad you don’t kiss people you hate like this.” Yoongi is elated, pulling you in for another kiss, different this time. It’s gentle and he wants to put all the emotions he’s been feeling in it. He wants to show you he likes you just the same, if not more. You pull him closer as you return the kiss, mirroring his tenderness.

“No, I mean I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.” It makes his heart race. He can’t believe how lucky he is.

“I’ve been dreaming about you since I met you, do you think I’m going to let you go now?” He chuckles as he kisses your forehead and here cramped in the back of Jin’s car you think you’ve found heaven. “We should really thank Jin and his obsession with steaks, eh?”

You laugh as you feel the car come to a stop, giddy with endorphins, your four-month crush finally coming to fruition. The sunlight is bright when the guys open the trunk, blinding you momentarily before your eyes focus to see Yoongi smile at you, wide with his gums on display. It makes you giggle like a lovestruck teenager when he tucks your hair behind your ear. To Yoongi at that moment, you’re the most beautiful person he’s met. He climbs out of the car, helping you out as well.

“What the fuck? Did you guys make out in the back of my car?” Jin yells as he looks at the two of you and both of you go red at being caught.

“Umm… no. Why would you say that?” You avert your gaze from the broad-shouldered man bashfully as he looks at the two of you wide-eyed.

“Noona, hyung has your lipstick all over his face.” Jungkook supplies, a cocky smirk on his face, and that’s when you register Yoongi’s lips and jaw painted your signature red, making you laugh uncontrollably.

“Whatever. It looks good on me.” Yoongi says with a drawl and an eye roll as he holds your hand in his. “Let’s just go to the cottage, okay?”

He leads the group, your fingers intertwined. That week you make sure to take advantage of the room you both won. The jacuzzi does wonders to heal your soreness from your adventures in the king-sized bed, much to the chagrin of Hoseok who had the unfortunate luck of sleeping in the room next door.

#bts fanfic #yoongi fluff #suga fluff #bts x y/n #bangtan sonyeondan #bts smut #yoongi x you #suga x you #yoongi x reader #suga x reader #yoongi smut #suga smut #bts x reader #bts fic #bts

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lovely-bangtan7 · 4 years

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Masterlist

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Kim Seokjin

↳ Blooming Peonies

Genre: Fluff; drabble

Words: 3076

Warnings: none

Summary: You are visiting your friend in Seoul- South Korea and see a beautiful strager, wishing to see him again.

Min Yoongi

↳ Too Loud

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Drabble, Fluff, Roommate!Au

↳ News

Pairings: Yoongi x reader

Genre: Drabble, Fluff, Angst

Words: 880

↳ Backstage

Pairing: UndergroundRapper!Yoogni x Fangirll!Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sex, unprotected sex, giving oral, fingering, pet names

Words: 1840

Jung Hoseok

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Park Jimin

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Pairings: Jimin x reader

Genre: Drabble, OneShot, Angst

Words: 471

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Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Drabble, Fluff, Smut, Vampire!Au

Warnings: Blood, mention of Death, sex

Words: 1,6k

Kim Taehyung

Series

↳ The Little Mermaid And Her Human Prince {paused}

Summary: Your father, the king of the merfolk, has forbid you to come in contact with the humans. But as you see a ship with humans in need of help, you forget his rule and try to help. Unfortunately, you put yourself in danger and got saved by a beautiful human boy. Since the moment you laid your eyes on him, things have changed.

Genre: Mermaid!au; angst, fantasy, fairy tale

Warnings: Death, Monsters, mentions of blood, fighting, injuries

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

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Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Drabble, Fluff, very slight angst

Warnings: none

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Sentences: Don’t tell me not to worry, because I’m going to do that anyway.

Jeon Jungkook

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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fairy tale, Frozen!Au, IceQueen!Au, lumberjack!Jungkook; bestfriend!Jungkook, IceQueen!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood & injuries, Mentions of anxiety

Summary: You are the queen of Arendelle, turned ice cold to the public. But Jungkook knows your true nature and goes out during the coldest winter that the kingdom has ever experienced, just to save you. His bestfriend.

Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3

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se0kie · 4 years

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love me— myg (m)

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, mild angst (if you squint), smut

undergroundrapper!yoongi, established relationship, boyfriend!yoongi

warnings: description of insecurity, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it baybees), fingering, blowjob, light nipple play, really really soft fucking

based on love by kendrick lamar feat. zacari

summary: shaken by betrayal and riddled with insecurity yoongi questions whether you deserve to be with someone like him. it’s time you showed him how much he truly meant to you.

you had gone looking for yoongi after he had stormed out of the underground rap club and into the alley beside the building. what was supposed to be a night of excitement and hushed expectations had swiftly taken a turn and become one of the biggest shocks you or your boyfriend had ever experienced.

yoongi was an underground rapper, he also wrote songs that he would sometimes sell to people he deemed worthy. every friday he would go to the local underground rap club with his rapper friends namjoon and hoseok, sometimes to take part in the head to head battles and earn a little cash but mostly just to chill. it was rumoured that this friday there would be talent scouts in the crowd looking to sign a new rapper to one of their esteemed artist management agencies. yoongi hadn’t wanted to make a big deal out of it so he kept it hushed but told you to accompany him on this particular evening. he was to participate in a freestyle rap battle with one of the house favourites to hopefully convince the scouts present to sign him.

you had faith in yoongi. not only was he a lyrical genius but he also had immaculate flow and could rap at the speed of lightning. you knew your boyfriend would demolish whichever poor sod that was stupid enough to challenge him. you obviously agreed to go and show support. but what happened at the club was something you would never have dreamt of in a hundred years.

yoongi had been challenged, his opponent standing across from him red cheeked listening to yoongi diss the life out him. but as soon as yoongi finished and the other boy started his rhymes you could exactly see the shock on your boyfriend’s face. his lips had parted slightly and his face seemed like he had been slapped right across it. the boy finished and it was yoongi’s turn again but to your horror he said absolutely nothing. he stood there for a few seconds staring at his challenger and then as if suddenly realising that he had an audience yoongi looked across the crowd, latched his gaze at you and then chillingly at namjoon who was standing right next to you. his expression was something you would never forget, it was a look of absolute disappointment and fury. if you had the mind to look at your friend beside you, you would've probably noticed the look of immense guilt on his face but your priority right then was yoongi who had proceeded to shove past you and your group of friends and right out the exit of the club. namjoon had promptly left right after him, presumably to follow him and explain himself.

you had yet to understand what had exactly taken place. you turned to hoseok with confusion written all over you and questioned him, “what the hell was that about hobi?” hoseok had an uncannily similar expression as yoongi’s. he answered slowly as if trying to calm himself, “Y/N the guy going against yoongi, his name is younghyun. he just used yoongi’s lyrics from his upcoming song against him. it was a project me and yoongi were working on together and the only other person to know of it was namjoon.” you let out a shocked breath at hearing his words, realisation slowly settling in. namjoon had sold out his two best friends? he had been a friend of yours for years and you trusted him with your life but right now all you could feel was disgust towards the boy and pity for your dear yoongi. you decided that worrying about namjoon is not nearly as important as looking for yoongi so you muttered quickly, “I'm gonna go look for yoongi, okay hobi?” and left without waiting for an answer.

and here you were overhearing yoongi and namjoon’s loud conversation in the alley beside the club.

the voices were rather quiet but the soft breeze in the air was carrying it towards you enough for you to barely make out what they were saying.

“...how could you namjoon? I trusted you with everything, hobi trusted you with everything. how could you steal from your own best friends?”

“I'm tired of you two being in the spotlight all the time that’s why!”

you winced at the venom in the younger boy’s words. had he always felt like that? was he pretending this whole time? you were distracted from your own speculations as the voices grew in volume.

“I don’t wanna be like you, hyung. talented but jobless, in love but can’t express it. you’re always broke, hyung. I can’t live like that. you clearly don’t care about your financial situation that’s just pathetic. nobody ever even pays attention to me even thought i’m the only one out of your group that actually wants to make a name for himself. your lyrics can earn so much more for you, fame and fortune are waiting for you but you refuse to do anything about it. you live like a penniless college student and I don’t want that life for me.”

you felt as if someone had stung you. the insults heaping upon each other hurting you as if they were hurled at you directly.

“when was the last time you took Y/N out, huh? when was the last time you spent money on her, showed her what a relationship is like. when was the last time you received a paycheck?”

“namjoon please leave.” you could hear the pain in yoongi’s voice. you knew how insecure he was, you knew exactly how much he worried about not having enough money and you knew that namjoon knew too. that’s why it hurt even more to hear him say these things. namjoon huffed in the distance and you could hear his feet crunching the ground indicating that he was walking towards you. you refused to look at him and instead chose to stare at the floor instead. he stopped when he reached you for a few seconds, it seemed like he wanted to say something but eventually decided against it and left.

as soon as you were sure of his departure you half walked half jogged towards your boyfriend, when you stood in front of him you opened up your arms and your heart gave a little clench at seeing the soft tears adorning his full cheeks, his eyes glistening and lips pink and puffy. Another clench at how quickly he rushed into your open embrace and hid his face in the crook of your neck. this position was unfamiliar to you as it had always been yoongi comforting you. he was the strong one, the one who kept the both of you standing in the way of a storm. but you knew that right now out of all times yoongi needed you to be strong for the both of you, he needed you to be the pillar in your relationship this once and you would gladly do it again a hundred times, for him. you could feel his light shakes as he let himself cry in your hold, in his safe space. he let himself go in front of the one person he knew would never betray him

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you had driven yourself and yoongi back to your apartment in your old and battered car. the long silent ride exactly what yoongi needed to process everything that had happened. you had let him have his space, you knew what kind of a jolt it must have been to find out that one of your closest, most dear friend actually did not love him as you all had been led to believe.

you reached home and could finally let out a breath of relief at being in your safe space. somewhere you knew it was just you and your boyfriend and you could be alone with your thoughts. you walked into your small bedroom and pulled out a t-shirt from the little collection that yoongi always kept at your place, because of the sheer amount of time he spent in your house it only seemed practical. you handed it to him and watched him pull off his t-shirt and put on the new one. without asking, out of habit he passed you his dirty shirt. you accepted it with a small smile and discarded your day wear and pulled on the soft material. it smelled like yoongi, fabric softener, coffee and his cologne mixed with the musky scent of his sweat. you brought the neck of the shirt up to your nose and took a deep inhale, “stop that, you look like a crazed puppy.” you scowled at his words but your gaze softened almost immediately at his lighthearted demeanour. “are you feeling better, sweetie?” you couldn’t help but ask, you needed to know how he was feeling, the urge to envelop him in your arms once again and kiss every wound of his deepening by the second. yoongi gave you a small nod, a few moments of silence followed and then he started with a burst of words, “I know I probably can’t show you off to the world Y/N, i’m not good at expressing my emotions, i’ve always just relied on the fact that you would know that i love you, I won’t be able to buy you designer clothes and take you on expensive dates, you deserve it all and so so much more but I can’t give you the joys that money can buy. all I can do is love you. I will always look out for you and take care of you. Will you still be with me knowing that i can’t give you diamonds and mansions? Will you still stay by my side?”

you could feel the damned tears prickling at your ears but you couldn’t wait to tell yoongi what you thought, “I don’t care that you can’t buy me materialistic shit yoongi. I have never cared about that, but what you do give me is happiness, and my world stops every time you smile at me. you love me and I love you and that’s more than what I can ask of from the universe. i will love you even if you don’t. all i ask of you is that you trust me.” you bit your lip, all of this being way too honest and sentimental for you than you were used to but you knew that yoongi needed this confirmation. “I love you the way you are because you love me the way I am. I would rather live in rags beside you than in a mansion without you min yoongi. I love you.” you could see the emotions burning behind your boyfriend’s eyes. you closed the distance between you with a few steps and soon you had your lips on his.

the kiss started out chaste and sweet but as the frustration and pain from the happenings of the day boiled through the both of you, heat added to the negligible space between your bodies. yoongi’s hands previously on your waist had now slipped towards your ass and were cupping the fleshy cheeks. he gave one a squeeze and you couldn’t help but moan into the kiss that still connected you. his expert tongue swept across your bottom lip. silent. soft. asking for permission. you granted and opened up a little to let him slip his tongue into your mouth. your hands were at the nape of his neck, fingers playing with the soft hair that curled at the end. you were overtaken by the need to show this man how much you truly loved him. you turned yourselves around so that yoongi’s back was now facing the bed and slowly pushed at his shoulders, wordlessly asking him to lie down. you whispered, “lay back and let me love you.” yoongi smiled softly and gave you a nod. you sat down on your knees, yoongi’s thighs in between the space of your parted legs. you fumbled with the zipper of his jeans and somehow managed to get his pants entirely off. the soft glow of the moon was the only source of light and you took a few moments to appreciate the gorgeous man you had the honour to call yours. his shirt long gone and the pale smattering of fine hair on his stomach shining in the glow of the night, highlighting his toned pecs. “you look so gorgeous. my heart belongs to you, yoongi.” you bent down towards his crotch and got his boxers off, his half hard cock slowly rising at your warm touch. you fondled his pretty dark pink balls and swept at the drops of precum forming at the slit of his head.

you gave his cock a stroke and gingerly gave it a kitten lick at the top. “ungh Y/N baby please stop teasing.” yoongi moaned. you loved that about him, yoongi was never afraid of being vocal. you decided to end his suffering and took half his cock into your mouth. the feeling of the wet warmth enveloping his cock almost made yoongi cum right then and there, you were treating him so good. you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked at his dick like he was your own personal yoongi flavoured popsicle, salty and bitter and delicious. a few more sucks and you had yoongi tapping at your hand signalling you to stop. you gave him a few more licks to the pretty swollen head of his cock and finally released him from your hold. yoongi had sat up now and was at your lips attacking you with kisses, hungry to taste himself on your tongue. “lay down with your head on the pillow baby.” he was back to instructing you, the need to be close to you and pleasuring you building in his stomach. you did as he said and laid back on the bed. yoongi had come up to your chest and taken a nipple into his warm, wet mouth. the sensation causing you to arch your back. he suckled at your nipple and you could feel his hand make his way down to the waistband of your panties. you helped him take of the undergarment and swift as a cat he had his finger on your clit, giving it a tentative rub earning a string of moans from you. he teased at the outer lips of your cunt and played with the moisture gathering there. “yoongi please touch me.” you whined and whimpered for him to finally touch you the way you wanted to be touched. “patience, angel. I'll touch you, don’t you worry.” he made good on his promise and soon yoongi had two of his fingers shoved into your dripping pussy and eliciting sounds from you that would have made demons blush. he pumped your cunt with a few expert strokes, bumping against the rough, spongy spot he was more than familiar with. the outcome of years spent together. one stroke, a second, third, fourth, fifth and then suddenly he stopped. you let out another pathetically needy whimper. “why’d you do that I was just about to cum?” he lets out a chuckle and says, “I want you to cum on my cock baby. I can only go once tonight I need you around me when I do that.” you nod dejectedly and open up your legs, blunt and bold. you want his cock inside you and you will have it.

yoongi crawls over you, hands on either side of your head and cockhead positioned at your red, leaking opening, waiting to swallow his length. he bends down to your face and kisses you, disctracted by his actions you’re taken by surprise when he enters you in one swift motion. your jaw goes slack and you moan into his mouth. “mm yes oh god i feel so full yoongi. i love it when you’re inside me baby, i love you so much.” “i love you too angel, so so much you have no idea. is it okay if i move now?” you nod in assent and in a matter of seconds you’re turned into a moaning mess. yoongi’s length is pistoning in and out of your sloppy hole but as rough as he is down there that much more soft is he in your kisses. his right hand is at your breast and fondling your nipple. you’re unable of stringing together coherent sentences so all you do is moan and whimper and revel in how good yoongi is making you feel. he rolls your nipple in between his fingers and he has his mouth down to your left tit, he takes it in between his lips and swirls his tongue across the hard peak. this added sensation along with his long hard stroked at your cunt builds a string of red hot pleasure in the pit of your belly that snaps when he flicks his tongue over your stiff bud. you’re cumming, hard, and clenching around yoongi’s dick. yoongi can’t hold himself back anymore. knowing he’s made you cum he now lets go and spills his warmth deep into your pussy and slumps down onto you, holding himself up with one hand to not crush you under his weight.

you try and catch your breath after the invigorating session and you’re met with tens of sweet utterings sent to your ears. ‘i love you’s and ‘i’ll never leave you’s making their rounds. “angel you did so good, you treated me so well, i love you so much.” you blushed at his praise and replied, “i love you too sweetheart. if i don’t have you i have nothing. always remember that please.”

you snuggled into yoongi’s chest and he pulled you as close as physically possible. you had each other and you loved each other. everything else could be dealt with as long as you were in each other’s arms. that was all the comfirmation yoongi needed.

#bts writing cafe #minthlynet #yoongi #yoongi fluff #yoongi smut #min yoongi #bts #bts smut #suga #suga smut #yoongi one shot #yoongi x you #se0kie

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mccnyoongi · 5 years

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the yoongi thigh riding drabble 😫😫😫 sis ur tryna kill me alsooo i know u said ur trying not to go for the “riding yoongi in his studio chair” trope however i FULLY support indulging in this trope 😉 i rlly love ur writing tho omg 🥰

+ anon said: hi im uh read your latest work and rEALLY LIKED IT so can i please request riding yoongi in his studio chair??? thanks if you would posts it!

+ another anon said: yoongi drabble, were where y / n and he have sex in his studio, pls?

hsfjksfh TWIST MY ARm why dont u !! (i told yall id do nasty soon) now i wanna write a multi-chaptered undergroundrapper!yoongi sjkfjsdf

⇢ word count: 2K+ (lmao)

⇢ warnings: unprotected sex, dom!yoongi, starts SUPER soft then devolves into filth, undergroundrapper!yoongi bc ion like writing idol!au skdfjsdfk, degradation, yoongi’s hands

Yoongi’s passion has always been one of your favourite things about him- if he cares about something, he’ll give his all to it. Thankfully you fall under that category. The only question is whether you’re first or second on the list, constantly competing with his music.

With Yoongi garnering a fair amount of success from his life as an underground rapper, you understand why it’s starting to take over more and more of his life, you really do. You loved Yoongi, you loved his music. But you couldn’t help but start to… miss your boyfriend. A sad irony that you could miss the man who’s been, as of late, spending the majority of his time in his ‘studio,’ aka the spare room of your shared apartment that he said was about a quarter the size of a proper studio.

How could you miss someone that was less than fifteen feet away from you, two doors away? You weren’t sure that it was possible until now, lying in bed, Yoongi’s side cold and the offensive red light of your bedside alarm clock telling you it’s far past the time your boyfriend promised he’d be in bed by. You sigh, sitting up, knowing that you wouldn’t get any sleep if you just sat there and stewed in your negativity. So instead you’d seek him out.

Thankfully there isn’t a lock on the door, he hasn’t gotten around to putting one in yet. You know the day will come soon, since last time your friends were over, Jungkook and Jimin had managed to sneak their way in, looking like guilty puppies when Yoongi had caught them.

Lock or not, Yoongi didn’t even hear you, ears covered by his almost comically oversized headphones, his dyed blonde head bobbing to whatever beat he’s working on at the moment. You can’t help but smile fondly at the sight of your sweet boy so immersed in the thing he’s dedicated his life to.

He’s only made aware of your presence when you wrap your arms around his shoulders from behind. He finally takes those ridiculous headphones off, pausing the track and letting you rest your chin on the top of his head.

You look at the two monitors in front of him as though you have any idea what’s going on on the screens. “Hard at work, huh genius?”

You feel him cock his head under you and he hums gently, one of his large hands- something about him you first fell in love with when you saw it, pale and slender, gripping a microphone on stage- grabbing at yours. “Sorry,” He mumbles, and you can tell by the timber and the gruffness of his voice that he hasn’t spoken a word since he came into this room a couple of hours ago. “Lose track of time in this room. No windows.”

“S’okay Yoon. Just missed you is all.”

Your words are innocent but they tug at his heart and make him shut his eyes for a moment. He never wants to make you feel like second best, but the way he falls into things sometimes makes him forget that anything else exists in the world. But now he wants to be close to you, to touch you, to make it all up to you.

“C’mere,” He’s tugging at the hand he has in his grip, and he keeps tugging until you’ve circled around his chair to stand in front of him. “Up on my lap, babe.” An offer you couldn’t refuse. So you don’t.

You’re straddling him now, well-toned but not overtly muscular thighs under you- a familiar and welcoming seat of yours. His warmth is comforting to you and vice versa. “I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I?” You don’t want to say yes, afraid of hurting his feelings but the pout that graces your features gives it all away.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry,” One of his large hands comes up to cup your face, and he coos softly when you lean and nuzzle into his palm, as if he isn’t thinking of all the filthy and depraved things he’s been missing out on with you while he’s been cooped up in his studio. “‘M gonna make it up to you.”

And then his mouth is on yours, and you’re reminded why you love kissing Min Yoongi so much. He’s careful and intense, every movement backed by the same confidence and dominance he exudes when he’s on stage. It’s when you deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, skilled and tactful, that you realize you weren’t just here for a quick visit.

“Yoongi,” You murmur as soon as he’s pulling back, detaching your mouths. You’re momentarily hypnotized by the string of spit that still connects the two of you, staring at it until it breaks. Yoongi notices this fascination of yours, and give you a smirk you regret ever confessing to him you find sexy.

“Are you getting all desperate for me, silly girl? Hm?” You can’t help but rut your hips against his own at the words, loving the way they fall out of his mouth so lazily but with as much purpose as a presidential speech. “So needy ‘nd squirmy for me… Love seeing you so fucking desperate, you know.” His hands are travelling up your sleep shirt- aka an old band shirt of his that you had staked your claim over before the two of you had even moved in together.

His hands don’t go where more inexperienced ones might immediately go but instead traverse up and down your back, leaving delicious goosebumps in their wake. You shiver both from the feeling, and from the anticipation of what’s to come. You go to take your shirt off but are stopped by two hands circled around your wrists. “Patience,” Yoongi’s voice is next to your ear now, as he’s pulled you down using the grip he has on you.

He’s made it clear that while you may be on top of him, he’s the one with control. And he’s fucking revelling in it, you can see it in the sparkle in his eyes as he lets go of your wrists. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you, I promise,” You trust him wholeheartedly, and communicate this with a nod. You know he understands when his hands slide down, under your shirt once more, this time staying far lower.

“Soaking wet and I’ve barely even done anything,” He’s so cocky and you should be annoyed but you can’t find it in you, instead you feel yourself get even hotter at his words. “Panties off, little girl.”

His tone leaves no room for arguing, so you scramble to stand up and follow his demands, panties lost somewhere behind him. You go to get back onto your spot on his lap, missing it already, but are stopped once more by his hands. One is on your waist, holding you steady, only using a portion of its strength and the other is on your face, squishing your cheeks, opening your mouth and pushing your lips out obscenely.

He looks like he’s still deciding what the hell to do with you, how hard to go. Then he’s cocking his head, brazen smirk back on his face as he pushes you down to your knees. The carpeting immediately makes the position uncomfortable as you feel it grating against the skin of your knees. But any discomfort is immediately quelled, or, at least, forgotten, at the sight and sound of Yoongi undoing his belt in front of you- any thoughts of your knees and carpet burn are replaced with the thoughts of Yoongi’s cock. He had that effect on you.

He chuckled at the look in your eyes, finally releasing himself from the confines of his jeans. He sighs at the release, cold air hitting his skin a shock to his rock hard dick. “Practically fucking drooling for this cock, aren’t you?” You nod earnestly and lean forward, towards his cock where his hand works over it lazily. He grabs a fistful of your hair with his other hand, withholding you from what you really want. “So fucking desperate, you slut. You wanna suck my cock so bad? You better do a good fucking job of it, convince me you deserve it in that slutty cunt of yours.”

You barely have time to think about how quickly he shifted from the sweet, loving Yoongi you normally know to this darker version of Yoongi, the one that comes out whenever he’s properly turned on before his hand that’s fisted in your hair is dragging you toward his achingly hard cock. You open your mouth, ready and willing, and mouth at his tip, letting your spit, your drool, collect and fall over it, dripping down the rest of his impressive length. You pull back to give the tip a gentle kiss, barely holding back a giggle when it jumps angrily at you

He breathes out heavily from his spot above you and yanks you back off his cock. “You wanna be a messy fucking tease? Fine. Open your mouth. Now,” You do as he says, not wanting to anger him further.

He collects spit in his own mouth, and you're made to sit and wait patiently, hair a mess and mouth wide open. You don’t have to wait long until he spits into your mouth, the act so filthy, so dirty, you can only close your eyes and whimper, so turned on from it all that you can feel your own wetness starting to drip down your thighs. Messy. “Don’t swallow,” He doesn’t need to explain more as he leads you back to his cock.

You let the combination of your and his spit fall onto his cock, the act obscene but astoundingly erotic. You finally start to swallow down his length like you know he wants, your hands coming up to help. Both of his hands are in your hair now, entirely controlling your actions, the speed of which your sucking his cock.

He finally pushes you down as far as he can, your hands falling to his thighs. Your nose is against his stomach, tickled by the sparse amount of hair there. You can barely breathe from this position, but you take it if only for the groans you hear tumble out of his mouth. “Such a good girl, my best fucking slut,” You moan at the praise, the vibrations making his head fall back on his chair. There’s drool covering both him and your face now, tears welling at the corners of your eyes from the intensity, and every second you can feel yourself getting wetter.

His hands fall slack on your hair, but you don’t pull back just yet, instead, taking the opportunity to swallow around him once, twice, three times. He yanks you off of his cock, his breathing ragged and heavy. He looks at you with a half-lidded gaze. “Up.”

It’s only one word, but he doesn’t need anymore, not with a commanding tone like that. You get back on his lap, immediately calmed and comforted by the spot. He finally tears off the shirt, now wrinkled and covered in drool and precum.

“Now fucking sit on it,” And you can hardly hold yourself back, eagerly lifting yourself up and positioning the head of his cock against your slick entrance. You let yourself fall, the whole of him filling you up perfectly, and so so good.

Yours and Yoongi’s groans mingle together in an unrivalled harmony, the two of you still for a moment as you bask in the feeling. “Being such a good fucking girl,” His hands work up and down your sides. “Now fuck yourself on my cock, and don’t you dare stop. Don’t stop until you full of my fucking cum, ‘till you’re my perfect, messy bitch.”

You start slowly, lifting yourself up until barely an inch is left in your pussy, and drop all the way back down. You continue like this, deep, strong strokes, slowly speeding up until your bouncing on his lap, the obscene sounds of the two of you filling the room, your very own symphony when combined with your groans.

“So good, baby, so fucking good, bouncing on my cock, gonna make such a fucking mess out of you, yeah?” He’s lifting his hips to meet yours, making every downstroke that much more intense.

He lands a spank on your ass, then another, the sharp pain only serving to make you wetter and bounce on him harder. He chuckles in between moans. “You like that, huh? You’ll take anything I give you, ‘cause you’re my perfect little whore.”

You can feel the crescendo coming, building up like a tsunami. “Yoongi- Yoongi please, please, you have to let me come,” Any other time you’d have reservations about begging, but when it came to Yoongi, all pride was left at the door. “Need it.”

“I have to? I don’t have to do anything, whore,” His hand is back on your face, lips puckering out again. You nod in desperate agreement. He’s collecting spit in his mouth once more and you open your mouth wider in anticipation of what’s about to come. He spits in your mouth again, this time wanting you to swallow. It’s a dirty act, so vulgar, and you both groan at the site.

“You see that, slut? You swallow my spit, bounce on my cock and cum for me, all when I fucking tell you to? You understand?”“Yes, Yoongi I do, I’m sorry, please, I’m sorry, jus’ lemme cum.”

“Yeah, yeah, do it, fucking come for me.”

And cum you do, the feeling washing over you like nothing else, eyes closing and your head burrowing itself into Yoongi’s neck, the smell of his sweat comforting. You can hear Yoongi talking himself and you through your orgasms, but the words are too much for you to focus on. You can only feel his cum fill you up, already starting to spill out of you.

You’re both panting in the aftermath, his hands, once harsh, now softly caressing your back. The two of you are slick and sticky with sweat, but it’s the last thing on your minds.

“You still need to work on that song or are you finally gonna come to bed?”

“Please, neither of us are leaving that bed for the next 48 hours, besides to get the door for the take out we order.”

“Sounds perfect.”

#Anonymous #bts smut #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #bts drabble #yoongi drabble #baby writes #ik this is over 1000 words i really couldn't help myself #this is where i've been the last 2 days #sfkjfshd yikes!

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sugastorms · 6 years

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Yoonseok fic rec list

My fic list was getting out of hand, so I’m splitting it up shipwise.

>>Yoonmin fic recs<<

>>Yoonkook fic recs<<

>>Yoonjin fic recs<<

>> All the other ships <<

Magic realism / supernaturals + soulmate au

The Things Worth Going To War For - prince Hoseok and hybrid Yoongi fight for justice, 137k

somethin' fishy* - wildmermaid!Yoongi, lifeguard Hoseok, 49k

Unfamiliars* - cat!Yoongi gets really attached to Hoseok, 27k

but only borderline (modernmagic!au)* - witches are breaking some rules, 20k

dizzy on the comedown - supernaturals with a normal Yoongs, 18k

i do talk, but only for you* - mute!Hobi can’t tell his soulmate his first words, 16k

I Don't Regret a Thing - demon!Yoongi gets saved by Hobi, 14k

Land Song - MersharkYoongi tries to learn about Land things from Hobi, 12k

wake up (to the sound of your fleeting heart) - they meet in Hobi’s dreams, 12k

hecate's library (and food)* - Hoseok moves town into the Bangtan coven, 12k

Ice for Burns* - Hoseok has a ghost in his apartment, 10k

pocketed - Yoongi is cursed to be tiny, Hoseok&Holly help him out, 8k

heart brewed love - Yoongi’s normal neighbour finds out he’s magic, 8k

a bohemian fairytale - Yoongi is winter & Hoseok is summer, 7k

the dancing letters - Hoseok is magic and Yoongi is stubborn, 6k

up all night - Yoongs and Hoseok alone in a haunted hotel, 5k

I've got the magic in me.- witch!Hoseok is sick and Yoongs comes over, 3k

Decorate Me Prettily - Yoongi tries to stop his soulmate from self-harming, 3k

College / High school / normal people au

often a sweetness* - fake boyfriends with feeeelings, 73k

The Boys of Erinn* - game nerds, virtual turns into real relationship, 54k

Much Ado About Something - very cute Shakespeare in an apartment complex, 51k

24 hours - they meet at the laundromat and so much flufff, 46k

kiss me hard before you go - childhood friends who live together but don’t get it, 42k

Another Time - Hoseok single parent, Yoongi gets attached, 41k

same damn hunger* - fwb with benefits turns into mutual pining, 40k

tiptoe through our shiny city - travel best friends fall in love so soft, 40k

my hands down your pants (no homo)*** - Hoseok learns he’s not that straight, 38k

leave you drowning (until you reach for my hand)* - sort-of depressed Yoongi who quits painting and Hoseok makes him smile, 38k

Some Things Just Make Sense (And One of Those Is You and I)* - fwb until Yoongi gets stabbed, 35k

Of a Pink Haze and Bachelor Parties - awkward lap dance after a break up, 26k

a procession of seasons - high school coming out for a depressed Yoongs, 21k

Jung Hoseok vs. Min Yoongi (According to Jung Hoseok) - Hobi holds a grudge and Yoongi is in love, 19k

someone's hand opens; i hold it, it begins to rain - Yoongi goes to Loch Ness to write, 18k

Take Me To The Edge (Then You Hit The Brakes)* - techie Yoongi insults his new boss, 16k

Compromise and Negotiation* - trying to get Yoongi out of an abusive relationship, 16k

All I ever wanted (Was a part of you that I couldn't break) - two art students being dumb with pining, 14k

i wanna scream 'i love you' from the top of my lungs - deaf!Yoongi falls in love with his interpreter, 13k

even the noise you make (when you sleep) - asexual anxious Yoongi slowly befriends social butterfly Hoseok, 12k

sew your heart to my sleeve - roommates turn to gradual boyfriends, fluff, 8k

And all this devotion (I never knew at all) - Friends turn to lovers, 8k

the daily grind* - Yoongs is a Grindr twink, sexy times, 7k

Single Pringle - Yoongs owns a restaurant ful of love couples, 7k

Maquillage - college, Yoongi helps Hoseok with dickface, 6k

memo - collegi! Yoongi confesses his feelings while living at home, 5k

The Lure - Yoongi gets a dog and needs Hoseok’s dgtrainer skills, 5k

zing! zing! zing! went my heartstrings - awkward neighbour fluff, 3k

i just wanna hold you close to me - roommates to lovers, ace Yoongi, 3k

Carry Me Home - blind!Hoseok + Yoongi fluff, 2k

there rust and let me die - Hoseok coming out fluff, 2k

Fame

beautiful people (with beautiful problems) - struggling rapper Yoongi with famous Hoseok, secret dating, 65k

The Sweetest Devotion (Hit Me Like An Explosion) - depressed producer Yoongi, backup dancer Hoseok, 35k

heavy days in june - half-depressed songwriter yoongi + baker hoseok, 23k

Undressed* - bullied by famous friends to be on dating show, 21k

Hongdae - undergroundrapper Yoongi hates idol culture, 8k

Mint Yoongi - Hairdresser Hoseok likes model Yoongi’s hair a lot - flufff, 5k

quit the fandom (enter the mine-dom) - Hoseok the obnoxious fanboy, 4k

Bad boy aus

Been Tryin' Hard Not To Get Into Trouble But I Got War On My Mind* - racer/con/spy au, Yoongi infiltrates Hoseok’s gang, 56k

Lighter Fluid - mob!au with big bro Yoongi to smol!Jungkook, 14k

the truth came a-knocking - Yoongi used to be a secret agent, 6kAnd all this devotion (I never knew at all)

#personal #my fic rec #fic rec #yoonseok

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nsfbtsw · 6 years

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Pink Is The Warmest Colour

Author; dingdongrolling

Pairing; Yoonmin

Ad. Tags; FriendsToLovers; Fluff; EventualSmut; Idol AU; UndergroundRapper Yoongi; IdolJimin; TopYoongi; BtmJimin; Hurt/Comfort; Angst; Pinning; Taekook;

Warnings; Eating Disorders; Relapsing;

Words; 123185

Summary; In which Yoongi is a legendary rapper known as Agust D and falls in lust-love with popular idol and the nation’s sweetheart Park Jimin who initially hated him because Yoongi was so rude and arrogant sometimes that he’s almost always the topic of controversy, but one thing lead to another and before either of them knew it, there was something more between them.

-Nothing similar to the movie 'Blue Is The Warmest Colour', the name just suited the story too much for me to not use

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sikhyes · 6 years

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this is the full masterlist!! i’ll tag the drabbles i’ve done and written. fair warning, i’m going to be writing them out of order! (original post)

“That’s starting to get annoying”

“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.” / hitman!tae

“You can’t just sit there all day.” / sugardaddy!seokjin

“I’m too sober for this.” / undergroundrapper!yoongi

“I’m not here to make friends.”

“I need a place to stay.”

“Well, that’s tragic.”

“You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.” / fratboy!hobi

“Dear Diary, …”

“She’s hiding behind the sofa.”

“I lost our baby.”

“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

“I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”

“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

“What’s the matter, sweetie?”

“You’re Satan.”

“I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”

“I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”

“Did you just hiss at me?”

“Do you really need all that candy?”

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

“I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”

“The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”

“No. Regrets.”

“How drunk was I?”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

“Be you. No one else can.”

“I haven’t slept in ages.”

“I locked the keys in the car.”

“Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”

“You work for me. You are my slave.”

“Take your medicine.”

“They’re monsters.”

“Welcome to fatherhood.”

“Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”

“It’s your turn to make dinner.”

“The kids, they ambushed me.”

“Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”

“Stop being so cute.”

“I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“You need to see a doctor.”

“You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”

“I was a joke, baby. I swear.”

“Dogs don’t wear clothes!”

“I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…”

“Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”

“This is girl talk, so leave.”

“Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”

“There’s a herd of them!”

“Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”

“They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.”

“You’re a nerd.”

“I’m late.”

“Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”

“You smell like a wet dog.”

“I could punch you right now.”

“Are you going to talk to me?”

“Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”

“If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”

“Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?”

“Here, take my blanket.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

“How could I ever forget about you?”

“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”

“Run for it!”

“We need to talk.”

“Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that. It’s annoying.”

“I want a pet.”

“Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

“I’m not wearing a dress.”

“I’m not wearing a tie.”

“Quit beating me up!”

“Please put your penis away.”

“It’s a Texas thing.”

“Don’t argue. Just do it.”

“I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”

“Does he know about the baby?”

“Hold still.”

“I just ironed these pants!”

“Enough with the sass!”

“Show me what’s behind your back.”

“I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.”

“Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”

“Stay awake.”

“STOP INTERRUPTING ME!”

“You’re not interested, are you?”

“I’m not buying ikea furniture again.”

“Tell me you need me.”

“Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”

“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”

“I had a bad dream again.”

“Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”

“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”

“You’re not going to starve yourself on Thanksgiving.”

“The store ran out of Easter eggs.”

“How could you forget your son’s birthday?”

“You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”

#bts100.

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softyoongiionly · 5 years

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FEAR AND DUMPLINGS CHARACTER Q and A

Hello friends!

I wanted to thank you all for your recent support on the newest chapter of Fear and Dumplings 💙

The love for our soft lil college gang, warms my heart every time!

I wanted to offer an invitation to chat ( you totally don’t have to) with the characters because, I think it could be really fun to have them interact with you guys 💖

You can send any questions/comments/ concerns (lol) directly to my ask box

You can ask any of the characters anything you want and, they will respond directly to you

The fear and dumplings crew and I send all of our love!

PS I finally made a mood board for this fic, I hope you like it 😭

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jksangelic · 5 years

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↳ rating: M

↳ genre: romance, angst, dry humor, smut, undergroundrapper!yoongi (don’t be fooled, yoongi is a soft lover in this)

↳ pairing: yoongi x reader

↳ series: ?

↳ release date: february 2nd, 2019

↳ teaser: If you could describe Min Yoongi with one word that could gather all the good and bad feelings, that could compile every lunch date and late-night fuck, that could encapsulate every mood and smug smirk he had ever given you, it would be “everything”. Nothing more. Nothing less. It wasn’t the most existential word in the dictionary, nor was it as simple as baking cupcakes or some shit. But that was Yoongi.

And every dripping word that flicked off his sinister tongue like it was fated for others to hear, it drew you in like a mirage. Plucked you from the crowd like the lucky flower you were and dared to keep you in the pocket of his Comme des Garcons overcoat. Despite dating a rapper of his manner, it wasn’t all groupie troubles, secret outings, or abandonment from travel schedules. But it was something.

And it went like this:

#teaser #yoongi fic #yoongi smut #rhyme over reason #undergroundrapper!yoongi #bts fics #bts scenarios #bts smut #yoongi scenario #kpop smut #kpop fics #kpop scenarios #yoongi imagines #reader insert #bts x reader

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joheun-saram · 4 years

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Masterlist

What happens when all your wishes come true, and you have to pick between them?

All works are my original pieces of fiction that only borrow likeness from the BTS member’s public personas. Please do not edit, repost, translate, or take credit for any of the works below. I will be very sad, and mostly mad if you do, and may or may not sue you.

『 kim namjoon 』

To Make A Power Couple (Series - Ongoing)

idol!Namjoon x ceo!Reader | idolau, fluff, smut, angst

As a CEO of an up and coming company, you never expected to meet the man of your dreams at a gala you hosted, but seems like fate had other plans.

promise (Series - Ongoing)

asshole!Namjoon x college!Reader | collegeau, e2l, fluff, smut, angst

You’re intrigued by the cute new addition to your friend group but quickly find out that it’s no good being cute when he’s literally the most infuriating person you’ve met.

New Year, Same Us (Drabble) - part of BTS Holiday Bingo

『 kim seokjin 』

Christmas Under Wraps (One Shot)

nurse!Seokjin x doctor!Reader | fluff, smut

You always wanted to work in a small town, and when you finally got matched to a small hospital in Alaska for your one year sabbatical you never would've thought you'd be in a place where everyone believed Santa was real. Mass hysteria or magic? Only time will tell.

Valentine (One Shot) - part of Melancholy Mixtape

nonidol!Seokjin x Reader | angst

What happens when all your wishes come true, and you have to pick between them?

『 min yoongi 』

The Back of Your Car (One Shot)

undergroundrapper!Yoongi x recentgraduate!Reader | collegeau, fluff, smut(ish)

How would you deal if you were stuck in the trunk of your best friend’s car with your new crush?

otsukare sama deshita (One Shot)

idol!Yoongi x idol!Hoseok | idolau, platonic fluff

Hoseok knows the perfect partner for his new song, but will Yoongi agree?

『 jung hoseok 』

right here (One Shot)

college!Hoseok x Reader | collegeau, angst

“That’s the thing about dating your best friend, when you break up you not only lose your partner, you lose the person who would console you too.”

Whenever, Wherever (One Shot)

timetraveller!Hoseok x Reader | angst, fluff, smut

Hoseok is a time traveller but that’s not the strangest thing that has happened to him. The strangest thing is when he meets a girl he’s never seen and she tells him he’s her best friend.

Change of Plans (One Shot)

nonidol!Hoseok x richgirl!Reader | richkidsau, f2l, smut

"You never thought a change in wardrobe could have this effect on you. Was it possible that Dior was now dealing with the occults and had somehow bewitched this piece of clothing?” Or, alternatively, your best friend tries on the latest Dior harness and you simply cannot help but jump his bones.

otsukare sama deshita (One Shot)

idol!Yoongi x idol!Hoseok | idolau, platonic fluff

Hoseok knows the perfect partner for his new song, but will Yoongi agree?

“If this movie is scary, I’m breaking up with you” (Drabble) - part of BTS Holiday Bingo

“What do you mean my meal has already been paid for?” (Drabble) - part of BangtanHQ Bistro Drabbles

『 park jimin 』

Order Up (Drabble) - part of BTS Holiday Bingo

『 kim taehyung 』

String Me Along (Drabble) - part of BTS Holiday Bingo

『 jeon jungkook 』

“Is your refrigerator running?” (One Shot) - part of BTS Holiday Bingo

fratboy!Jungkook x Reader | collegeau, fluff

Who knew the annoying prank calls you were receiving would become the favourite part of your day.

alive (One Shot)

nonidol!Jungkook x Reader (feat. Namjoon) | angst, smut

Jungkook was the perfect boyfriend for two years, and then two months ago something changed. It was like a switch had been flipped and he’d gone from doting to distant. For the life of you, you could not figure out what happened, and you hated it.

January Rain (Drabble)

『 ot7 』

BTS Holiday Bingo - ot7

A series of drabbles/fics featuring all members, based on the bingo prompts.

#masterlist #joheun-saram masterlist #bts fanfic

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lovely-bangtan7 · 4 years

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MYG | Backstage

Pairing: UndergroundRapper!Yoogni x Fangirll!Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sex, unprotected sex, giving oral, fingering, pet names

Words: 1840

Sentences: I’ve been thinking about you all day; We’re in public, you know; Don’t smile at me like that, you know it drives me crazy; You’re so much fun to touch; Can I at least take my shoes off before you pounce at me; No, I am supposed to make you feel good; Oh my god, do that again

A/N: Hello, hello. I am sorry that you had to wait a little longer but I was incredible slow today. I hope you can forgive me? I really hope I could meet your expectations with this one, so I wish you a lot of fun reading it!

Drabble list | Masterlist

“You’re so much fun to touch” Whispered the rapper seductively in your ear as shudders went down your body. He touched you in many inoperative ways which has aroused you to the extremest. The heat between your legs growing hotter witch each more stroke of his rough hands over your soft skin. You tried to hold in your moans but failed miserably, making him mischievously smirk at you.

When you woke up for this day, excited for the concert of your favourite underground rapper, you would have never imagined that you could end up being invited backstage, let alone being right under him with his hands all over you. As cliche as it sounds, like a scene from the queerish written fanfictions about an artist seeing a fan in the crowd of millions and then falling in love with her or him, this has actually happened to you. Yoongi saw you, in the crowd of around 50 people and found you very interesting aside from that he thought you were smoking hot and his thoughts started to fill his mind. After his last song “Give it to me” has ended a guard of the place he performed in approached you and brought you backstage.

Now, 30 minutes later, his lips were nibbling at your erected nipples whilst your hands pushed his face more into you for more friction. “Fuck, you taste so good babygirl.” He breathed out and licked your skin. His hard member was poking you from his tight pants and god, you needed to feel him inside you or else you’d explode from the heat. “God please” You pleaded for Yoongi to finally fucking you but the man wanted to play just a little more with you. He was enjoying your whines and moans coming from you. To him they sounded like music that put him in a state of trance and he wanted to hear this as long as possible, for him it would be the whole night but how long would you last his teasing?

His lips travelled from your breasts up to your neck, starting to suck there on your skin making you whine once again, because 1. you were enjoying his touch a lot and 2. you were just so desperate be finally satisfied. Whilst being focused on his rough and hot lips you didn’t notice his hand getting inside your pants. With a yelp of yours he started running his finger over your clit without showing mercy. He was fast and rough and used pressure. “You are damn wet, kitten.” He chuckled. “Desperate, huh?” It must have been the pleasure that you felt that your that your hips started to move with his fingers. You needed to cum so badly, the knot inside your belly growing rapidly and threatening to burst anytime soon.

“Mmh, yes! More!” You moaned out, your nails sinked into his firm biceps. Just as your orgasm was about to hit you he suddenly stopped. “Oh my god..” You panted, “Do that again! Don’t stop.” Your pleas and whines only aroused him more.

“Repeat the rules, kitten.” Right. No cumming unless he allowed you to. “I don’t think I allowed you to cum.” He told you with that sly smirk. Fuck, please fuck me senseless; you screamed in your mind.

Suddenly, your mind finally snapped and a power has taken over you, you pushed Yoongi back, straddled his lap with your legs on each side of his body and started to undress the man. He was beyond surprised by your actions, never has a girl tried to overpower him and was surprised. You didn’t seem like you’d be on the dominant side, but god- he loved that. He watched you in excitement how you opened his belt and pulled his pants down alongside his underwear in one swift motion. “Woah, kitten calm down there. We’re in public, you know.” His tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek. You were so hot.

Obviously he was just teasing you with that, given how his hard member sprang out and laid against the lower of his stomach. Precum was already running down his shaft, his tip burning red that made your mouth water by the mere sight of him. You really did turn him on that much. “Don’t smile at me like that, you know it drives me crazy, daddy.” you fired back. It was now time to tease him back and Yoongi was definitely in for this little game of yours.

“Can I atleast take my shoes off, before you pounce at me.” He cheekily told you and stared into your eyes as you shuffled between his legs. Now it was his turn to moan out loud. Your soft lips, still hot from your previous make out session, engulfed the tip of his cock softly sucking on it. Yoongi hissed as you sucked harder and harder on his tip, slowly moving down the shaft. “Fuck, yes like that, kitten.” Yoongi was about to push your head down but before he had the chance you grabbed his hands mid air and held them down. Now it really was your turn to start the teasing. The man’s breathing increased with each bop of your head, filling his body with euphoria. The moans coming out of his mouth, deep, raspy and hot filled the room which aroused you more and more. It was when you felt his member twitch in your mouth that made you pull away from him. Strings of saliva were connecting your lips with his tip and Yoongi swore he could cum just by the sight of this. He would love to coat your face with his cum.

But you had other plans. Climbing back up you sat down on his cock, your panties were completely damp and soaked with your arousal. Your hips started to slowly rub against his erection, feeling it pulsing against your folds made you moan load for him. Biting his lips Yoongi looked up at you, eyes blown out with lust and a fire lingering inside him. He just wanted to enjoy this sight a little more but then he took you by his hips and lifted you up from the couch, pressing you against the wall. His lips attached back to your neck marking your skin with purple marks that will linger there for many days - a little memory from him for you. “No, no, I am supposed to make you feel good now.” He said in between kisses. Finally you’d get now what you had craved for the past minutes. One arm held your body up, whilst your legs slung around his torso pulling his body incredible close to yours. His other hand somehow yanked your panties apart, the soft fabric being torn apart with his bare fingers.

His fierce eyes pierced yours, just his stare made your cheeks erupt in an uncontrollably heat.

A gasp has escaped your mouth, you saw how big he was, you saw it and felt it in your mouth but the actual feeling of his girth made your eyes flatter. He stretched you out so good that your moans slipped out like running water. He was slow and careful, saving every moment of entering your tight cunt. He himself was a moaning mess. “Shit, babe.” His eyes were closed now. “You are so damn tight. Fuck!” He cursed. However he couldn’t wait until you’d adjust to his length inside you, he had- he needed to fuck you senseless. His speed went rapidly from 0 to 100. Hips smacking against yours creating the sound of skin slapping against skin. “Mmh, daddy! You screamed out and there it was again. The familiar knot forming inside your belly again. You’d cum in seconds by the way he was drilling inside you. The pants and curses coming from him told you that he was enjoying this just as much as you were.

“Fuck, Yoongi!” Your high was dangerous close. The way he fucked you made you scream louder than anyone has ever made in your life. You were sure that everyone in this damn building could hear you clearly but you couldn’t care any less now. Yoongi has shifted his position a little making his tips graze your sweet spot inside you that made your toes curl and eyes rolling back into your skull . “I am gonna cum- I- oh fuck.” You breathed out feeling high. With your words Yoongi’s hips sped up more just for you to cum around his cock. “Cum, kitten. Let daddy know how good his little kitten feels.” His words brought you over the edge and your high has reached to the fullest. For seconds everything turned black and stars started to dance in front of you as your orgasm made you feel felt like you were flying. The tight feeling around him didn’t ade Yoongi stop, instead he fucked you further until overstimulation hit you. “You are so good to daddy.” He panted, hissing at the feeling of your nails digging into his shoulders. You couldn’t get hotter he thought, but yet he was proven wrong. Your eyes, half closed, cheeks red and mouth gaped slightly open - at this point you couldn’t get any sound out anymore - he loved this fucked out state of yours.

His lips captured yours in a hot and passionate kiss, rough and sloppy as his tongue tangled together with yours. His own orgasm was nearing as well.

His hips continued to snap against yours until they got more sloppy. He was so close and you decided to help him a little bit. You clenched around him on purpose and purred into his ear. “Daddy feels so good inside me.” He let little curse fall from his tongue. “Mmh, your little slut feels good, right daddy?” You looked at him seductively and moaned more for him. Your dirty words are definitely driving him over the edge and with a few more thrusts he came inside you, coating your insides with his hot cum. You could feel it slowly running down and dripping down your thighs. Both you and him were out of breath but he still managed to kiss you softly and lay you down on the couch.

You haven’t expected it but he was really sweet during aftercare, helping you clean up and giving you something cold to drink.

The next evening, you were already cuddled up in your bed still thinking about what has happened the day before. Your head was filled with images of him and thoughts how he has felt. By now it felt surreal that you had sex with the artist that you have been a fan of for so long.

The pling sound coming from your phone has snapped you out of your deep thoughts.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day - x” It was a text from Yoongi attached with a picture of his erection, just as hard as you remembered it from yesterday. God, he was so hot, you couldn’t believe it.

[Request here another!]

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oh-ottoke · 7 years

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Attention

hey babes i’m back at it again, tryna post before kokobop kills me. i deffo want to revisit this AU, it’ll be fun. please enjoy~

Pairing: UndergroundRapper!Chanyeol x Reader

Word Count: 4.429k

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Warnings: alcohol, sexual themes (pg14?)

masterlist~

It was big news in the area that underground rapper Park Chanyeol was finally making it big. Well, maybe “making it big” was a bit of an overstatement but none the less, the underground scene of the area was abuzz with excitement. Chanyeol had just released his first official album. It was good news. Really, you were happy for him. But hearing about it and him constantly was like rubbing salt in the wound.

You and Chan definitely used to have something. What you had, however, was unclear. More than friendship, less than love, one of those slow build type of deals. Eventually, given the unstable foundation and unclear boundaries and expectations, you fell out. You and Chanyeol had fought. Long story short it escalated, died out, then it was revived as your current “relationship”. You and Chanyeol weren’t still fighting exactly. It was more of you doing what you could to make him regret breaking it off and enjoying yourself along the way. And that is exactly what led you to where you were tonight.

It was the night of Chan’s release. A party had been organized for him and long story short, since you knew people who were going, somehow you had managed to snag yourself an invitation. You weren’t sure if it was a good idea to go to the party and you were often pretty unsure if it was a good idea for you to stay friends with your less-than-an-ex’s friends. Above all, you were unsure about why you kept your so called ‘best friend’ Yoongi around when he only gives you a hard time. Yet here you were, getting ready for Chanyeol’s release party with Yoongi perched on your bed.

“You know, I don’t know why you keep doing this.”

“Doing what?” You stop fussing over your outfit to look at Yoongi through your mirror.

“This.”

He gestures vaguely, not bothering to elaborate. You roll your eyes at his unwillingness to explain but you know exactly what he means. The little game you were playing was stupid, petty. You knew you should cut the shit and grow up but it was just that you really enjoyed the way you still got under Chanyeol’s skin. Really you would stop if he asked you to but you had a hunch that he got the same sick enjoyment from this as you did.

“Come on then. You have a party to ruin with your misdirected anger.”

“Aw Yoongi, don’t act like you aren’t excited.” You coo, batting your eyelashes.

“To experience the room slowly fill with sexual tension when Chanyeol realizes you’re there? You know me so well.” Yoongi mocks affection with his hand over his heart before using the same hand to hit you. “Come on, I don’t want to be late. My producer’s going and I don’t want to miss watching him get smashed.”

You were riding with Yoongi tonight. Jongdae had offered to give you a ride but you had to decline. While you were up to partaking in questionable actions, you thought showing up to Chanyeol’s party on the arm of one of his friends veered on the side of bad taste. You were really only in it for the fun.

Once you entered the venue, Yoongi left you faster than you could wave goodbye. It wasn’t a big deal. He had obligations tonight, real ones unlike yours. He was a big name in the underground and you were proud of him. Jongdae spots you quick enough and pulls you over to where him and a few others were chatting. You were thankful for Jongdae. He’d looked after you even after you and Chanyeol had your falling out. He was just as high energy as Baekhyun which made seeing him a real event. You and Baekhyun didn’t talk as much anymore seeing as he was Chan’s best friend but he was still kind when he could be.

The group around you is making idle chat about their jobs and weeks when you arrive. You join in briefly before your eyes start making their way across the room. As if Jongdae senses you’re looking for someone, he tries to drag you out on the dance floor. You curse him for knowing you too well but give in easily. Tonight wasn’t all about annoying Chanyeol. You’d come out to have a good time too.

Just over half a setlist later, you had made your way through five different dance partners and circled back to Jongdae. Bouncing all over the place, he was even higher on adrenaline than you were. Something you appreciated about Jongdae was that he didn’t need any alcohol to let loose. You however were feeling like you needed a drink to help you along. You’re not sure Dae hears you when you shout to him about going to the bar but he nods along anyways. You laugh to yourself as he mouths along passionately for the third Drake song in a row and while you love it, you’re sure you’ve picked the right time to take a time out.

While waiting for the bartender to come over, you smile a little at a guy a little ways down the bar. He’s cute enough that you’d consider dancing with him. Holding your smile you wave slightly and enjoy watching him follow your hand as it drops and toys with the hem of your dress in mock timidity. He goes a little red in the cheeks and you turn away to order your drink. You feel a pair of eyes training on you and you glance back to the guy. He’s gone fully red now but he’s focused solely on his drink. That meant someone else was watching you. Turning to look slightly behind you, you find the culprit. It’s none other than Park Chanyeol himself.

You can’t help but let a small smirk play on your lips. You wait for your drink to be handed to you before you turn around completely, giving Chanyeol time to finish giving you a once over. Drink now in hand, you lean back against the bar and watch Chanyeol. He seems to be zoning out, eyes focused on where your dress stops and legs start. You couldn’t quite place what the emotion on his face was but you were certainly enjoying it. It was some cross between surprise, frustration and what you hope is hunger which left his brows furrowed and eyes darkened. You were proud of yourself though you knew you shouldn’t be. This was his night, who were you to ruin it? Locking eyes as he looks up, he knew you knew better than to provoke him. But, the glint in your eyes sure said otherwise.

Chanyeol was getting frustrated. He couldn’t seem to stop focusing on you. He saw you the minute you came in with Yoongi, he watched Jongdae greet you as if you were best friends, he watched you make your rounds on the dance floor and he watched you make eyes at his buddy Junmyeon at the bar. You were everywhere. Part of him knows you’re not doing everything on purpose. You and Jongdae were friends, it was normal for you to stand so close to him and you’d never met Junmyeon so there’s no way you’re flirting with him out of spite. Chanyeol rationalizes that your sole purpose isn’t to drive him crazy. You’re probably just here to have a good time and support Yoongi like a good friend. But, god you were irritating. Chanyeol knows you haven’t done anything to him yet but it feels like you’ve already done everything.

Chanyeol is supposed to be making conversation with a couple higher ups of some company, his manager thinks it’ll help open some doors. He doesn’t feel bad for zoning out seeing as they were both middle-aged and completely drunk. What Chanyeol does feel is warm. He feels his temperature rise steadily as he watches you toy with the hem of your dress. You and your ridiculously short dress and unreasonably nice legs needed to stop interacting with Junmyeon. It wasn’t a jealousy thing, no, Chanyeol just thought you weren’t Junmyeon’s type. Junmyeon deserved kind and soft, not scheming and headstrong.

Chanyeol realizes he’s zoned out on your thighs. Your irresist-... ordinary and exposed thighs. Dragging his gaze up, he realizes you’ve been staring right back. Chanyeol narrows his eyes. You probably think you’re so enticing, sipping on your drink against the bar. Well Chanyeol knows better. He’s above your charms but apparently, Junmyeon isn’t.

Chanyeol wants to kick himself for not warning Junmyeon to stay away from you. He feels his nose scrunch up in complete annoyance as Junmyeon ends up next to you. He knows Junmyeon stutters when he says hi and he knows you’ll find that oh so endearing. He wants to yell or choke possibly as you touch Junmyeon’s arm lightly, laughing along to one of his oh so adorable puns. Chanyeol curses Junmyeon for being so lovable and curses you for being so captivating. When the both of you start looking at him mid conversation, Chanyeol attempts to soften his features as not to concern Junmyeon. Deciding he’s had enough, he turns back to his drunk conversation mates. Trying to understand them would be easier than trying to understand you. Junmyeon puts a hand on Chanyeol’s shoulder not long after and the younger almost snaps.

“Hey, how are you? Meeting going well?” Junmyeon giggles at the state of the businessmen.

“Superb. Who were you talking to over there?” Chanyeol tries to calm down. This wasn’t Junmyeon’s problem.

A quick explanation from both sides has Junmyeon twice as flustered as before. “I’m so sorry Yeol, I didn’t realize. I didn’t know who she was, you know I’d never go after your girl, I-”

“She’s not mine.”

More agitated than upset, Chanyeol brushes him off, headed to the bar. You seem to have disappeared which is just fine by Chanyeol. He feels bad for just walking away from his friend but he needs to calm down. He needs a minute away from things that involve you. Maybe a hard drink would help ease his nerves. He stutters while ordering, changing his mind at the last second. He had wanted a rum and coke before he realized you were probably having the time of your life out there, drinking one of those.

Bitter, he orders some whiskey, neat, and downs it in as little goes as possible. Still wincing, he catches the eye of a blonde not to far away. Giggling, she beckons him over. Running his hand through his hair as a quick reset, he plasters on a smirk and convinces himself he can still have a good night.

Junmyeon was lovely, so lovely that you felt bad for putting him in the middle of your games with Chanyeol. You entertained him as he spoke to you at the bar, knowing Chanyeol was watching. And knowing better than to string him along, you urge Junmyeon to go check up on his friend. You watch him, just to make sure he makes it over and delight in the way Chanyeol’s nose is scrunched up the way it does when he’s annoyed. Finishing your drink, you slip back out onto the dancefloor. Finding Jongdae again, you lose yourself in the rhythm once more.

When you next take a break, Jongdae comes with you. He treats you to your next drink. You’d had just enough to get your head buzzing so far. You sip away as Jongdae asks for your opinion on a couple girls he’s seen around the club.

“What about the ginger from earlier?”

“She was cute but was she really your type? A little too clingy, I think.”

“I’m not looking for a relationship, am I? It could just be a one night thing.”

“Did you see the way she hung on to you out there? She’s the type to call you every night for a week afterwards because she can’t take a hint and you’d get drunk calls from her like, a year later.” Jongdae giggles with you.

“Well what about her?” He says pointing to a girl in neon pink.

“Come on, Jongdae. Who you should really be going after is sequin dress over there. She’s been eyeing you for a full five minutes now and she might get the wrong impression if you keep chatting with me.”

“You think so? How do I look?”

“Fine, just go!”

You smile after Jongdae feeling good and considerably more intoxicated than earlier. It’d been a good night so far. You take a look around, hoping to find Yoongi. Surely he would be done making small talk by now meaning he’d be open to being bothered for a bit. You spot him with a group of rappers you vaguely recognise as part of his circle. On your way, you notice Park Chanyeol a little ways off chatting with a girl. Making a detour, you decide he might be more fun to mess with for a quick minute.

Chanyeol isn’t really interested in the blonde he’s talking to anymore. She was cute, she really was but she was starting to bore him. He’s certain that under other circumstances she would’ve been a good chat but unfortunately, she was tipsy and talked for way too long. It was easy to feign interest, Chanyeol only having to nod and hum sometimes to keep her going. He wasn’t quite ready to leave her yet as from his spot, he had the perfect view of you at the bar. And he had to figure out a way to get his jacket back. He doesn’t know how the blonde quite managed to slip it off of his shoulders and onto hers but it was probably while he was too busy watching you. Speaking of, you were no longer perched where Chanyeol could see you.

Agitated still, he forces himself not to look for you. Why was he so bothered by your presence anyways? Like he’d told Junmyeon, you weren’t his. He shouldn’t care. It wasn’t like all of your other interactions were any friendlier anyways. This was the relationship you had now and Chanyeol is well aware he shouldn’t be the one complaining. That didn’t change the fact that he was getting tired of the way things were. He wasn’t as into the whole arguing thing as he once was. Unsure of how to make a shift in your relationship, he played along. He’d rather have you torture him like this than not see you at all.

Frustrated at his wandering thoughts, he fixes his attention back on the blonde facing him. He’s determined to get lost in her smile as she talks and he’s almost there but he snaps away when suddenly he feels there’s too much moisture on his body to be just sweat. Chanyeol realizes he’d been splashed with a drink and it was now cascading down his arm and the left side of his front.

“Oh my god, I’m so so sorry, I really didn’t mean to spill that.”

It takes Chanyeol a moment to match your voice to your face. Looking down at you, he freezes. You couldn’t have chosen a better time to show up. He hadn’t expected to see you so close to him, much less interact with you and Chanyeol can’t seem to do anything.

You’re pressing yourself against his arm, focused on the spill and Chanyeol realizes you haven’t been this close to him in over a year. He’s trying to keep his wide eyes under control when his breathing hitches as you reach towards his chest as if you wanted to wipe him off and then stops altogether when you look up at him realizing you have nothing to do so with. You’re pouting and you’re. So. Close. Chanyeol doesn’t know what’s wrong with him. He can’t find any ounce of the anger he usually feels around you.

He wants you to do something. Anything. Move away, yell at him, stop fucking pouting. Chanyeol doesn’t know whether he should cover your mouth with his hand or his own lips. For a split second, he’s desperate, at a loss, and then the blonde from earlier puts a hand on his shoulder grounding him for now.

Looking back at her, he can tell she’s jealous of the way you so quickly stole him away. He wants to protest it in some way, he doesn’t want to believe you have any power over him but he knows he’d be wrong to do so when he’s still so acutely aware of your warmth against him. Glancing between the two of you, he’s obviously torn. Chanyeol feels the edges of his conscious fraying and he knows he needs to get out, now. Screwing his eyes shut, he tilts his head back slightly and hisses under his breath before pulling away from the both of you. He slides his jacket from the blonde’s shoulders and heads to the bathroom without making eye contact again.

Chanyeol leans over a sink for a minute, just breathing. He’s thankful for the quieter space despite the smell. Tossing his jacket over a stall door, he reaches for some toilet paper to try and soak up what was on his shirt. He works at it for a few minutes before he feels his skin starting to get sticky. He was right. Rum and coke.

Having done the best he could, Chanyeol shrugs his jacket back on to hide the remaining damage. He’d have to get this dry cleaned later. Stepping out of the bathroom, he half hopes he’ll never see you again. Oh but how quickly his hopes are crushed as he immediately zeroes in on you standing with Baekhyun. His arm was snug around your waist and you had your head tipped back in laughter. Chanyeol feels all the anger he misplaced before find him all at once. He’s being unreasonable, he thinks. But at this point in the night, he doesn’t care. At this point in your relationship, he’d had enough.

Chanyeol pulls away from you, hissing under his breath. You weren’t sure how you were supposed to take that. You’d expected him to yell, to push you off, to react the way he normally did. This was different. Too close to something genuine, something other than superficial and petty. You weren’t used to it and it threw you off. You stare after him, confusion leaking into your mind.

The blonde Chanyeol had been talking to stares at you intensely and you wander off, hoping to avoid a conversation. You bite the rim of your empty cup gently as you walk. You knew one day you’d break Chanyeol eventually you just thought he’d get more… angry, maybe? You probably crossed a line tonight. You really shouldn’t have been so close to him. But then again, it wasn’t as if he’d pushed you away. You were almost certain he’d even leaned in closer but that might just have been your impaired depth perception. He’d been a lot quieter recently. Less sarcastic and quick witted. You just figured you were winning. Oh well. If it didn’t bother Chanyeol enough to make a scene, it didn’t matter to you either.

“Y/N!” A shout of your name startles you and you stumble before finding yourself awkwardly caught in someone’s arms.

“Baekhyun?”

“Y/N!” He shouts again, louder than necessary with an impossibly wide smile on his face. “How are you?”

You smile and back out of his grip with the intention of righting yourself before answering but you overestimate your momentum and tip backwards. You panic for a second before Baekhyun pulls you back against him, laughing at your expression.

“Maybe you should hold on for a bit. How many drinks have you had?” He nods at the empty cup in your hand.

“Not enough.” You joke as he pours some of what’s in his cup into yours.

“Here, I’m more than happy to share. I should probably slow down anyways, I think I’m shouting, am I shouting?” You laugh brightly, nodding at the ever smiling boy. “I haven’t seen you around much, how’ve you been?”

“I’ve been great! Keeping busy, staying social, the good stuff. What about you?”

“I started that project I’ve been wanting to since last year, it’s doing really well so far!”

You and Baekhyun catch up fast, quick fire questions shouted to each other despite your close proximity. You’re enjoying your time and Baekhyun’s drink, swaying in a bit more of a carefree manner as the conversation finds it’s flow. Baekhyun is stumbling a bit harder now as he talks animatedly and you both end up nearly falling over a couple times but what really almost sends you flying is Baekhyun’s exclamation of “Chanyeol!”

You don’t have to twist far to see the boy in question as he’s managed to make his way beside you while you weren’t paying attention. Baekhyun's arm around your waist stiffens as his excitement turns to apprehensiveness. He’d forgotten the two of you were not on good terms. Baekhyun blinks comically as if he was trying to figure out what to do in the tense silence that had settled around you. He looks so ridiculous you have to laugh which causes Baekhyun to laugh and then the two of you are a giggling mess before an ever silent Chanyeol.

“I’d like to talk to you, y/n.” So he speaks.

“I don’t think so.” You challenge, trying to suppress your smile.

“Y/n, I need you to be serious.” You nod at Chanyeol giggling still. He rolls his eyes and replaces Baekhyun’s arm around you with his own. Giving your cup to his confused friend, Chanyeol leads you to a quieter corner of the club.

Leaning you against a wall, he takes a few steps back, creating an awkward distance between the two of you. You feel your face drop a little as he pulls away, missing the warmth around you. Your gaze settles on his shoes and you take a breath to help clear your head while waiting for him to speak.

“This isn’t fun anymore.” You look up to see Chanyeol addressing you seriously. You remember how serious he got earlier and you know you’ve managed to cross a line. Before you can apologize, he continues. “I want to go back to how things were.”

You squint your eyes at him, unsure of what he means. Did he mean he wanted to start fighting again? He could’ve just yelled at you if he wanted that. Did he want to start over completely? You didn’t like the idea of that. Did he want to go back to when you almost loved each other? Well that would be hard but maybe not impossible.

Reaching out slowly, you grab one of his hands, pulling him against you. Moving cautiously, you put your hands on his shoulders and watch him for a reaction. When his hands find your waist without missing a beat, you let one of your hands slip into his hair. Chanyeol stays still, letting you lead and this moment feels too intimate, too personal to be happening inside a club. But neither you or Chanyeol seem to be aware of the outside world as you bring your lips up to meet his jaw. You carry on to the sound of muted sound of bass pumping and Chanyeol really hopes you don’t hear him whimper.

“It was more than just this, y/n.” It takes Chanyeol a lot of self control to pull away.

“Are you sure?” Your response is biting and quick as you pull away and you know you struck a nerve when Chanyeol’s hands twitch on your waist. “Because what I understood is that you didn’t want anything more. You never wanted long term or to settle down even for a little bit. I wanted more. I wanted to give that to you but you said no.”

Your words spill out of your mouth faster than you can catch them but you’re not upset with what you said. You push Chanyeol’s chest a little to emphasize, forcing him to give you space you didn’t want.

“Y/n,”

“No.”

“I’m sorry.” Chanyeol comes closer, pressing himself against you this time.

“Chanyeol,” You warn, but give in as he speaks against your skin.

“I’m sorry, I promise you I’m sorry. I was dumb and I made a stupid decision. I wanted more, I swear, but I was scared. There was so much going on and I didn’t know if I could be there for you the way you wanted me to be. The way you deserved.”

You melt unwillingly when he starts kissing your neck midway through his explanation but do your best to stay firm. “So what, Chanyeol? All of a sudden you’re not scared anymore? You’re going to be the perfect man? You know things are only going to get more intense for you, right? And-”

Chanyeol stops you by kissing you, hard. For a second, you tense up before kissing back. You were the one with all the power here and you were going to make sure Chanyeol knew that. With a tug at his hair, he gasps, letting you slip your tongue between his lips. His tongue slides against yours in all the ways you remember and you’re made aware of how much you’ve actually missed him. Running out of breath, you pull back but not without biting at Chanyeol’s lip drawing out another whimper. The two of you stay panting, foreheads pressed together.

“I’m sorry.” Chanyeol says tenderly. “I want to be with you. I’ll do everything I can to be the perfect man for you. I miss you. I shouldn’t have let you go.” He tilts his head softly to give you a short, sweet kiss before finishing. “Will you let me?”

You pause, catching the last of your breath. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Chanyeol smiles excitedly, his energy radiating onto you.

“So, Perfect Man, how are you going to be so perfect exactly?”

“Well, I’m going to start by taking you home because you’re drunk. I’ll cook you breakfast in the morning and take care of your hangover and-”

“Woah, who said you were staying over?”

“You will be in a few minutes. Let me keep going.” You smile and tip your head back as Chanyeol goes to work on your neck and tries to tell you about all the places he’s going to take you and things you’re going to do together at the same time. This was something you missed. This was something you wanted to get used to again.

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