#yoongi x male reader

[yourmanz-sodapop]

BTS reaction to being jealous/insecure of your ex

Jin:

Him and your ex meeting was a complete accident.

You never wanted them to meet, your ex was something.

When they met you were dining in a nice restaurant to celebrate their latest mv.

Your ex just suddenly popped up out of nowhere grabbing your shoulder in the process.

This didn’t go unnoticed by Jin.

Your ex just suddenly got to talking with Jin. He brought up a tattoo you had that Jin loved. It was a small tattoo behind your ear. Three stars, your ex mentioned how he was the one to convince you to get it.

“Oh, did you?” was Jin’s response.

This could not have gotten any worse.

You were so very wrong.

Then  your ex suddenly brought up your engagement, to him of course, not Jin. Something Jin didn’t even know about. All he knew was that your ex had cheated on you with your cousin and lied about it.

The entire ordeal was uncomfortable, and he didn’t remove his hand from your shoulder.

When it was obvious he wasn’t going to leave, Jin stood up and grabbed your hand, quickly heading to the front to pay.

Your ex followed, it seemed he had taken quite a liking to bothering Jin. He even followed you both to your car.

“You know I never stopped loving y/n.”

“If that’s so true you wouldn’t have cheated in the first place, but I have to thank you because I am never letting him go. Have a good night. ” Jin said with the fakest smile you’ve ever seen on his face..

Jin wasn’t by any means a mean person but there were lines that no one should cross and your ex crossed them. 

Yoongi:

Yoongi knew that your ex and you didn’t break up on bad terms. Rather unfortunate terms. 

You were only starting to build your business, he wanted a lot of time and you just couldn’t give that to him.

His family were still friends with your family so when he learned that he would be at your sister's wedding as well, he lost a bit of excitement.

He knew you still talked, not often but he knew every once in a while you would talk on the phone.

In all honesty he was dreading the next day. Where he would have to not only meet your family for the first time, your whole family, but also worry about your ex just coming and snatching you up.

He was scared, he had to admit he had Jimin stalk your ex on instagram a bit, he still had pictures of you from your time in university, when you guys were dating.

There was one particular one that bothered Yoongi.

It was a picture of you sleeping, it was obvious to Yoongi that you both just got done doing the deed.

It’s one of those things you really only know about your partner if you've been dating them for a while. Just little details that you notice over time.

To the world it might just look like you're sleeping, but Yoongi knows you. You NEVER sleep on your stomach. You think it’s the most uncomfortable position.

The only times you sleep on your stomach are when you're too tired to move.

And no he’s not overreacting. 

He of course didn’t bring it up, he knew you would get a kick out of it and tease him over being jealous.

But logically he knows he has nothing to worry about, what happened between you and your ex, was a long time ago. you’ve moved on even if he hasn’t.

Hoseok:

Hoseok was such a happy person. So he tried his best to be happy when you ran into your ex at the park. In the hidden area he was sure no one knew about.

The same park coincidentally that was his favorite, and that you both went to all the time.

Was he being paranoid? Probably but he had every right to.

We’re talking about the man who was your first. Not your first boyfriend or kiss but your first first. 

As in your first time, he ‘turned’ you into a man, or whatever it is that people say about first times. Or did that only apply to hetero relationships? He doesn’t care

It didn’t help that once your ex saw you, he wouldn’t stop hugging you.

Or that he started to yap about the old times when you were still together.

Like ok he didn’t need to know that one time you ate a worm because of a dare.

Or that your love language was gift giving.

First of all, it wasn’t, if he knew you as well as he claimed to, he would know that you love physical touch.

Most of your days off are spent lying around, Your head on his chest whilst he plays with your hair. Your light snoring making him smile.

Just being there and hugging him was enough for you.

It was one of his favorite things.

He knows that there have been plenty of firsts for you both as well.

It was safe to say he wasn’t exactly the fondest of your ex. He was a little jealous and insecure.

But it’s ok because when you got home you made sure to get rid of any and all insecurities he may have had.

Namjoon:

Despises your ex, No questions asked. 

Your ex was an absolute piece of trash.

Namjoon knew your family had money, and so did your ex.

But you were so ‘in love’ with your ex that you never noticed his love for your money.

You were the kindest person Namjoon ever met

Like even Namjoon lost his patience every once in a while for whatever reason

But you, God, you really never got angry, you never attracted problems or drama and stayed away from it

You were a big influence on your younger siblings, you always told them to not be pushovers but also to never start problems or fights

Namjoon was just so in love with you, you were kind, outgoing, talkative, but you also liked reading and painting, and you took workshop in your junior years which means you were very handy at a lot of things.

Like how can a person be all that

And then there was your ex, who used you, abused you and cheated on you multiple times

I mean how badly ‘in love’ do you have to be to let someone give you a scar and still take them back (don’t answer that)

But eventually after the 15th time you caught him cheating you just moved on

Yea Namjoon was in on ALL the tea.

Thankfully you met Namjoon not long after, but now here you were in a museum in Italy, and just his luck, your ex just happened to work there.

“Y/n?” that pesky voice, Namjoon immediately intertwined his fingers with yours and leaned against you

“Oh my God, Y/n, I haven’t seen you in years.”

Yeah, he was totally going to make a scene if he got too close.

Namjoon deliberately pulled you away from him, enough for him to know you were avoiding him, making sure your ex watched as he kissed you. 

Jimin:

Jimin loathed your ex. 

Why did he have to be so damn bubbly, and more importantly why did he have to make it so hard to dislike him.

He was just all smiles and laughter like Hobi. 

Which marks the question, why the hell did you break up with him?

You mentioned once that it was because you lost feelings for him, but you guys were high school and college sweethearts.

All and I do mean all of your friends and family had mentioned how they were so sure you would marry him. 

It kind of irritated him… no, it for sure irritated him.

He told you that he was uncomfortable that you all slept under the same roof during reunions. (Your family’s loaded.)

You had told him that just because his family and friends thought those things a few years back doesn’t mean it was going to come true, nor did it mean your feelings for him would magically reappear.

He wanted to get along with him, he really did.

But it was just so hard for him when he knew that this man had you the same way he has you.

That he’s seen you, all of you. Experienced everything before him.

He can’t help it. It’s pure jealousy. Jimin is a very jealous and possessive person. 

But he would never put you in a tough situation, he understood that you and him were just friends.

Taehyung:

Your ex was a straight up psycho.

He had DM'd him on instagram harassing him to no end.

Spouting nonsense, but I mean you did technically leave him for Tae but still all nonsense.

I mean he had you cut off from your family, you being the fool in love, you believed everything he said to you.

Then you met Taehyung on a business trip.

Your ex believes Taehyung turned you against him.

I mean you can’t say he’s not crazy, your ex threatened to fly out all the way to Korea to ‘get you back.’

Taehyung, although he would never voice this outloud did fear that you would leave him for your ex.

Your ex was an excellent manipulator.

He was also handsome and very feminine looking.

He found a picture of you on his instagram where you're holding hands and he could only note how small his hands were in yours, or how he was significantly shorter than you both and you would lean down to kiss his cheek.

Basically everything Tae wasn’t.

His hands were big, and when it came down to it he was only two inches shorter than you.

You and your ex were the perfect instagram couple, but he was batshit crazy.

And well you know what they say, don’t believe everything you see on the online.

Jungkook:

Jungkook was completely insecure about your ex.

First of all, you were a bisexual male. So that alone meant he had more competition than if you were just gay.

And second you were married before him, with kids!!

You left your wife a long time ago before your kids were born, because you both just could never have peace.

You fought all the time and she would walk out on you several times to ‘scare you.’

You were both very toxic in that relationship, you decided for the sake of happiness and safety of your kids you would separate and have shared custody over them.

It’s better than the kids growing up in a bad home environment and watching their parents fight all the time.

Therapy hadn’t worked so what else could you do.

They would spend the school year with her and stay with Jungkook and yourself over the summer.

So far things were going great, now that the kids were starting to understand things they didn’t seem to have a problem with anything. They were happy.

There had never been a problem… with the kids.

It’s been very clear to him that your ex wife still had some kind of attachment to you and vice versa. 

She was the mother of your children, you would always have a special love for her.

That’s where the insecurity comes in.

Legally there are no ties between you and him. Hell you don’t even live together yet and you’ve been together for 6 years now. Your twins were eight.

(You met Jungkook two years after your twin's birth, yes you are older than him.)

So there was nothing stopping you from getting back with her and cutting him loose.

It was kind of a given that Jungkook worried that one day he’d wake up only for you to tell him that you were going to give your marriage another try. 

That was his biggest insecurity, that you would go back to your ex.

His other insecurity is that your ex would give you an ultimatum, him or the twins. He already knows where you stand.

You’d choose your twins over anyone and everyone.

He tolerates your ex but isn’t the biggest fan, especially at reunions. 

That’s where he’s the most jealous, you look like the picture perfect family. 

But at the end of the day he knows that you love him and the twins love him, and even though your ex can’t stand being in the same room as him, he has nothing to worry about. 

#bts x male reader #bangtan #bottom bts #bts imagines #male reader #jin x male reader #seokjin x male reader #yoongi x male reader #suga x male reader #jhope x male reader #hoseok x male reader #namjoon x top male reader #namjoon x male reader #rm x male reader #jimin x male reader #taehyung x male reader #V x male reader #jungkook x male reader

[namjoonboo]

My love; I'm yours.

Yoongi x male reader series.

Summary:

Living in a low-income isn't the best thing that someone can go through.

This is what min yoongi had to go through. His life was filled with struggles to help his family out. He had to work very hard. Eventually since he had a love for music; he had a chance of a lifetime to addition for BTS. Despite his struggles and obstacles and even doubts, Yoongi found himself in the spotlight.

Yoongi was having a tour to the US. A mysterious man tells him a offer that was too good to decline. This would help him with his family and his struggles. But there was one thing; yoongi had to do criminal work.

Yoongi had to be a hitman and other stuff. But if he completes the work, he will in return get the offer that he couldn't decline from.

But during this illegal job; yoongi will meet a male that will change his feeling for love..

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(Drama, romance, action, lots of angst, and smut.)

Chapters:

🎤 - Chapter one: regrets.

Many more chapters coming soon...

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Series and writing is by namjoonboo in 2023-2024.

#dom male reader #bts #male reader #bts x male reader #top male reader #fanfic #fluff #smut #bt21 #yoongi #suga #yoongi x male reader #suga x male reader #top reader #series

[male-reader-haven]

⭑*•̩̩͙⊱••••Just a Taste?••••̩̩͙⊰•*⭑

Christmas Week day 3

Yoongi and Y/N are baking cookies for Christmas together for the other members! What could possibly go wrong? ;)

My first Yoongi fic!!! I have another in the works for a bit so expect more of him to come!!!! This one is a bit shorter, but I actually really liked how it turned out!

Tags: dom Min Yoongi x sub male reader, smut

Warnings: 18+, food play, edging

The sound of pots and pans rustling catches your ear, ringing out through the house and causing you to turn in your bed. It's not early in the morning, but it isn't late either, only being 11:20 AM. You decide to investigate and sit up. You don't bother changing out of your silky pajamas (Jin had gifted them to you before and you actually really liked it). You thought it was just you at home today, since the other members had been talking about going Christmas shopping all day, and you weren't that interested, so you volunteered to stay home. If any of them stayed home however, you have a pretty good guess at who it is. Once you make your way to the kitchen, your theory proves correct and you are greeted with the one and only Min Yoongi still in his sleep clothes busy getting together ingredients and bowls.

"Whatcha doin?" You ask, leaning on the counter.

"I didn't feel like going out. It's probably busy." Yoongi replies without looking up. "Thought I would surprise you guys with some cookies. Plus, I didn't want you to be alone..." His voice falls off quieter at the last part. You smile. Yoongi cares for you all so much, but still gets shy about it.

Such a tsundere.

"Awe, you do care!" You laugh and go over to stand next to him. "Can I help?"

Yoongi looks up to your face, an unreadable expression on his face. "I don't need help, but you can if you want to."

"Perfect!" You roll up your sleeves and wash your hands. Yoongi brings over a bowl and a few measured out portions of flour, sugar and other ingredients.

"Here, blend the dry ingredients while I measure the vanilla and stuff."

You blend the ingredients and get together a nice mixture as Yoongi pours in the milk, eggs and vanilla. You start to mix it together, but it quickly gets thick and difficult to mix with one hand. You struggle for a moment before realizing Yoongi is standing watching you, smiling and laughing silently at your pain.

"Ah hyung, don't just laugh!" You pout.

"Okay okay, here." Still grinning Yoongi reaches over and helps adjust your grip on the bowl and spoon, placing his hands over yours. Your heart flutters for a moment, but you brush it off. "We can do it with our combined strength!" Yoongi laughs as he helps you mix the cookie dough, standing behind you with both hands on top of yours. You love hearing him laugh, love seeing him smile. It's not that Yoongi isn't a happy person, it's just that he tends to hide his expressions and feelings around other people, so hearing him laugh so freely like this is...

"Now we have to roll them out and cut them, like this." Yoongi interrupts your thoughts by forming the dough into a blob and setting it on a mat. He then rolls up his sleeves and starts rolling and kneading the dough. You can't help but stare as his beautiful hands as he works, his long fingers so delicate yet strong, doing the work.

"Y/N?"

"Ah, what? Sorry, I must still be tired." You snap out of your daydream. "Now we cut them from the roll, right?" Yoongi nods, and the two of you shape and cut out the cookie shapes from the dough and place them on the baking sheets, then place them in the oven.

"How long do they bake for?" You ask.

"Twenty five minutes, or until they don't look doughy in the center."

"So do we just wait then?"

Yoongi points to more ingredients on the counter. "Perfect amount of time to start making the frostings."

"Damn, cooking sure is a lot of work!" You go over to inspect the food coloring and ingredients.

Yoongi chuffs. "Yeah, that's why you all make Jin and I cook for you." He starts gathering the ingredients, instructing you on measurements, letting you try doing it on your own.

"Oh, geez!" You exclaim as powdered sugar goes everywhere. Yoongi laughs.

"You have to add it slowly or else it goes everywhere like flour." He rustles your hair, releasing a cloud of powdered sugar in the air. "Cute," he says under his breath. You blush.

Eventually you get some decent frosting out of the whole debacle, ending up with separate bowls with different colors for decorating. The timing couldn't have been more perfect, because the timer to the oven goes off and Yoongi pulls the cookies out of the oven.

"Wow, they look perfect!" You exclaim, admiring the golden cookies.

"They did come out pretty great! We just have to wait for them to cool." Yoongi looks satisfied and sets down the oven mitts. He turns to look at you. "Ah, you have some frosting on your face."

"Oh really? Where?" You bring your hand to brush your face. "Did I get it?"

"Not in the slightest." Yoongi smiles, and you swear you catch his face turning pink. "Here, let me get it." He takes his finger and swipes your cheek, then to your surprise he puts his finger in his mouth. "Mmm, You did good." He looks away, as if embarrassed.

You stand there for a moment in shock, then muster up enough courage to respond.

"Actually Yoongi, you have some on your face too." He turns to look at you. You take one of the spoons and smear white frosting on his cheek and mouth.

"Ack, Y/N!" He laughs and retaliates, grabbing another spoon and smudging frosting on you, getting it on your forehead and lips. After a moment of giggling, you look into Yoongi's eyes. His expression is deeper, his smile falling into something more thoughtful and his cheeks turning a dark shade of pink. You find that your faces are much closer than they were moments ago. Before you can process what is happening, your lips collide and you kiss Yoongi, a quick kiss at first, but upon separating Yoongi goes back into it, deepening the kiss. You feel your stomach do a backflip and savor the taste of frosting on Yoongi's soft lips, whimpering slightly as he bites your bottom lip. Finally you separate, Yoongi hovering for a moment before licking his lips.

"...tastes good..." You can't tell if he is referring to the frosting or you. Then Yoongi presses your back against the counter and looks you up and down with hungry eyes.

"Y-Yoongi, I..." You stutter. You can feel your face burning up. Yoongi runs a hand along your side and looks you in the eyes.

"Is this okay?" He asks in a low voice. "Tell me if you want me to stop."

You are surprised, sure, but you definitely like what is happening. You swallow and nod. "Yes, Yoongi."

He bites his lip and starts undoing the buttons on your sleepshirt. He takes the spoon with frosting on it and examines it for a moment, thinking, before he smears frosting on your chest and uses his fingers to run it down your stomach and below your belly button. He then starts kissing and licking the frosting off your chest. You have never felt anything like this before. The feeling of his tongue on your skin drives you wild, and you moan softly under his mercy.

"Ah, Yoon... That feels good..." You squirm slightly as Yoongi continues licking you clean, trailing lower and lower until he reaches your boxers, holding back your very aroused member. He looks up at you one more time, checking to see if you stop him or not, before he gets on his knees and pulls down your underwear. You hiss slightly at the sudden cold air and blush. Yoongi takes his finger and ever so lightly traces along from your center along your shaft and stops at your tip. He then looks you in the eyes and pumps your cock a few times, getting you harder.

"Y/N, I want to taste you..." He eyes your cock and throws you a serious look. "I won't do it until I have your permission."

You smile, loving how polite he is. "Please do." You huff the words, already extremely aroused and a bit impatient. At your consent, Yoongi licks his lips and grips your thighs as he kisses the tip of your cock first, sending chills down your spine, then putting it in his mouth.

Oh fuck, he's good.

Yoongi uses his tongue to stimulate you while also moving his head, making your mind draw blanks and giving you goosebumps.

"Aw fuck Yoongi, you're really fucking good, hnnn..." You try to keep your voice as composed as possible, which is hard to do considering you are currently getting the best head you have ever had. Yoongi quickens his pace, going harder and deeper while you slightly buck your hips into him. You can't believe how stunningly beautiful he is when you look down at him, his long black hair and perfect skin and beautiful mouth taking your cock. "You're gonna make me come soon, fuck!" As a response, Yoongi goes even faster and harder, trying to get you to your edge. You can't take it anymore.

"Ah, fuck, coming soon, ah, aah, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuCK-" Just as you felt your pleasure peak, Yoongi stops and pulls away, then grabs your dick and puts his thumb on your tip, preventing you from ejaculating. You cry out from the ruined orgasm. "Ohhhhhh fuck, come on, why? Ohhhhh fuck, please." You look down at Yoongi desperately. He gets off his knees and stands up to your level once again.

"Don't panic baby, I just want you to see how good you taste." Yoongi then pushes up against you ad kisses you again, this time snaking in his tongue to explore you. While the two of you make out, his hand goes to your abused cock and starts to pump.

"Hng, hwah, haah..." You moan into Yoongi's mouth at the sensation, still sensitive from how close you got moments ago.

"Don't worry, I won't be mean this time." Yoongi breathes into your mouth as he speeds up the pace of his hand.

"Aw fuck, Yoongi you're killing meeee..." You let out high pitched whimpers as Yoongi brings you closer and closer to your peak for a second time that morning.

"You close baby? You feel good?" Yoongi smirks and attacks your neck with kisses. It's obvious how much he is enjoying watching you at his mercy and disposal.

"Mhm, fuck yes, your hands feel so good round my cock, fuck, I'm gonna come soon..." You tilt your head back, staring at the ceiling before Yoongi uses his other chin to redirect your attention to him, planting another sloppy, open-mouth kiss. You do your best to warn him while you make out.

"Hnng, gonna come, gonna come, coming, coming, ah fuck, oohohhhhhhh!" You moan as you come into Yoongi's hand. You stand there, riding out your high and admiring oongi in front of you, steely gaze and eyes locked on yours as he takes his hand to his face and puts a finger in his mouth.

"I knew you'd taste good."

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[03-shiro-25]

Min Yoongi | Am I aggressive?

Min Yoongi x male reader

Synopsis: Reader has ONE topic he is really sensitive about... aggression/anger issues, so when someone mentions it at the dinner he is at, his mood changes completely

warnings: angst, panic attack?, lmk if i missed something

Note: english is not my first language, so i apologize for all mistakes I made, plus this is the first time I am writing and posting something

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You were so excited for today! Since the day you started dating Yoongi 3 weeks ago you always wanted to meet his friends. You always admired the bond he had with the other 6 males. And today, after asking Yoongi again and again when you could finally meet his friends, he arranged a dinner with them.

“I can’t believe I can finally meet them! Do you think they will like me?” since the moment you got out of bed you have been extra happy and energetic. Always asking questions and jumping around the house talking about what the members might think of you, not even listening when he answers your previously asked questions.

That was one of the things Yoongi loved about you. You always seemed to be happy and enjoying your life. You were the reason he smiled every morning when he wakes up because he is excited to spend another day with your active self. It never got boring with you. And he was incredibly thankful for that. Due to his work he often felt exhausted, stressed or even depressed, but you are always there for him. Either distracting him by telling him stories from you life or your day or you listened to him rant and comfort him.

“Of course they will like you” he answered your last question with a loving smile, even though he was aware that you probably weren’t even listening again due to your excitement, as he watched you walk through his apartment, at which you were staying often lately, to go to his room where your clothes were. You would leave soon so you two had to start getting ready.

He followed you to his room since he too had to get changed and ready. It wasn’t uncomfortable for you two to change in front of each other. After he put on his black jeans and a white button up he turned to you. You chose some black shorts and a black t-shirt. He knew you hated formal clothes, and he had no problem with that. ‘He looks amazing in these shorts combined with the t-shirt’ he thought to himself but soon got snapped out of his thoughts once he heard the front door open, realizing you left for the car already and were waiting for him.

He smiled at himself as he made his way out of the house, locking it behind him. He headed to the passenger seat and got in before you started the car and drove to the restaurant. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, Jimin is bringing a girl he has been meeting the past few weeks along to the dinner. He wants to introduce her to us and maybe make things with her official tonight” Yoongi told you while he admired the buildings passing past him. “Hey, he found himself a girl? I am happy for him!” you beamed happy for the younger man, and to show Yoongi you didn’t mind that someone else was coming too.

As soon as you arrived you saw the others already waiting at the table that was reserved for you all. You bowed down and greeted them all with a big smile on you face. “Hello, I am Y/N, it is a pleasure to finally meet you all!” they could hear your smile in your voice. So they all started smiling too. “No need to bow down, I am sure we will become good friends.” Namjoon told you and mentioned for you to sit down. Yoongi sat down beside you and watched you talk with everyone as if you all have been friends forever.

But there was one person who wasn’t talking to you at all. Jimin’s friend. She has just been sending you some annoyed glances. Probably because you got along with everyone so well and she didn’t really get the chance to talk to anyone properly. Yoongi noticed that and wanted to talk to her so she wouldn’t feel left out. But before he got the chance to say something he heard you laugh somewhat loud and looked at you. He loved the way your eyes closed and your teeth showed when you were laughing a REAL laugh.

In between your laughs you answered to what Jimin was telling you “You did not really say that! Did you?!” since you were invested in the conversation your voice was pretty loud and full of emotions. “Stop sounding so aggressive when you talk.” Jimin's girl snapped at you. That was the only thing it took to completely shut you up. You immediately stopped laughing and where completely silent. Your head hung low as you looked at your fidgeting fingers. “Finally..” was all that the girl added.

The moment Yoongi heard her say that he looked at you with a sad and worried expression. In your past 3 weeks he noticed that the word aggression did something to you, but nonetheless he has never seen your mood change like that, let alone in only one short moment. Now everyone was looking at you and Yoongi with an apologetic look. Your boyfriend was furious, but for Jimin’s sake he didn’t say anything to his girl friend, even though it took him all his energy to not right on scream at her to watch her mouth. 

Everyone awkwardly turned back to their conversations as you kept staring at your hands. Worries flooding your mind as you felt you hands starting to shake. Your sight got blurry as more and more tears gathered in your eyes. Yoongi looked at you worried since he noticed the shaking of your hands get more violent by the second. “Y/N?” he silently called out to you but you barely heard him. It sounded like it was muffled by a thick wall that separated his comforting presence from you.

As you tried not to think about it your breathing got quicker. It felt like not a single bit of air made its way to your aching lungs. You carefully stood up and talked with a really weak and shaky voice “I-if you ex-excuse me, I have to use the bathroom..” after that you speed-walked into one of the toilet stalls, locked it and let your tears flow freely. You hands shaking as if they where leaves in a storm and your breathing getting more uneven. The boys watched you leave with worry written on their faces. Yoongi shot up from his seat and followed you as quickly as he could.

‘Why do I always have to be so aggressive? Why can’t I be normal?! I hate this.. I hate to speak. Why is Yoongi with someone like me? All these years I tried to become better.. but I didn’t change one bit!!’ you screamed at yourself in you head. Your sobs increasing as more thoughts came flooding in.

You were scared. You could feel how you started to become dizzy from your uneven breathing. Your head started to hurt from all the crying. All you wanted was for it to stop.

Suddenly you heard a muffled banging on your toilet stall and someone screaming you name. “Y/N! Y/N please open the door!..Please let me in and help you..” at least your hearing came back slowly, so you recognized the person on the other side of the door was your boyfriend. He must have followed you here. He kept pulling and twisting at the doorknob trying to open the door. He tried to sound as calm and collected as he could, but he really needed to see you and make sure you were fine.

With shaky legs and hands you carefully tried to stand up to unlock the door but as soon as the lock was open you slumped back down onto the hard floor due to exhaustion. As soon as Yoongi heard the lock open he pulled the door open and kneeled down in front of your shaking body. The moment he looked at you he felt his heart ache. He has never seen you like this and he realized he definitely never wanted to see you like this again. Your always happy and bubbly personality was gone, he hated it. He wanted to see you happy and energetic again.

He broke out of his shock and thoughts when he heard you sniffle. His eyes stayed on you for a bit more before he finally placed a hand on your face gently. With his soft thumb he wiped your still flowing tears away. “Hey love. You don’t have to look at me but please try to match your breathing with mine. If you keep breathing like that I am afraid you might pass out” he hated the thought of that so he started to take in deep breathes, held them for a moment before exhaling again.

You did your best to copy him, and it worked. You breathing returned to normal. A sob wracked through your body again. “Shhhh.., everything is ok love.” he spoke as carefully and soft as he could, not wanting to upset you any further. Now your shaking started to die down too and you started to relax a bit more. “I am so sorry Yoongi..” he looked at you puzzled and hurt. What were YOU sorry for? “I must have embarrassed you in front of you friends.. please forgive me. I will never be aggressive aga-” before you could finish that sentence he carefully leaned forward, gently pushing his lips against yours with his hand still holding your cheek.

He kissed you. It was the first kiss you two shared in your relationship. He was so careful as he brushed his lips against yours as if they were made of thin glass. All the negative thoughts left your head as you now concentrated only on the kiss. It lasted for a few seconds before he pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours. “Don’t say that. You were not aggressive at all. You never were. You are the nicest person I have ever had the honor to meet. You are literally the light of my life, as cheesy as this might sound.” he chuckled a bit “But only thanks to you I can smile everyday and started to love my life. She was just jealous because the attention of all boys were on you and not her, because they all love you, even though they only met you today. You are already family to them, and none of them think you are aggressive. You did nothing wrong, you hear me?” He looked you deep in the eyes as you nodded, showing him that you believed him. He meant everything he said. He loved you more than anything.

“I don’t know why you end up like this when someone calls you aggressive, but I won’t force you to tell me. When you are ready you can tell me. And no matter what the reason is, I love you and will always love you, ok?” once again he looked deep in your eyes. They show nothing but honesty and love. “I love you too Yoongi” you answer after he helped you stand up and supported you on your way back to the boys.

As you arrived all the boys came rushing to you. “Are you alright?” Namjoon asked concerned. You just nodded and smiled before you realized that Jimin’s girl wasn’t there. “Where is she?” you asked carefully. They immediately understood who you were talking about and looked at Jimin who looked slightly annoyed. “Well, after you left she kept talking shit about you. I finally saw her true self so I may or may not have scolded her and told her to leave.” now he looked at you with a bright smile.

“No one messes with Yoongi-hyungs boyfriend and gets away with it.” he grinned as he put his arm around your shoulder. At that you started to laugh again and everyone laughed with you. You were glad you came today. The boys made you feel excepted, like you belonged here.

They made you feel like you were home.

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So, my first x reader. This is not proofread so I apologize for all mistakes again. I haven’t seen anyone write about reader who hates being called aggressive so I kinda had to try it myself haha. Please tell me what you think! (But maybe keep in mind that this is my first try writing an x reader, and please stay respectful!)

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no masters or kings // myg

summary - the high prince of lun was an enigma to you, consistenly making a fool of himself in society, earning the nickname ‘the foolish prince.’ as his personal valet, you knew he was anything but. you questioned him time and time again, asking him why he behaved so. yoongi would respond plainly, but you failed to see the true answer hidden behind his eyes

pairing - prince!yoongi x manservant!reader

genre - fluff, minor angst; royalty au

word count - 8.6k

warnings - historical inaccuracies, reader is oblivious to yoongi’s flirtations, kissing, implied homophobia, implied sex, minor character death, mourning, history would say they were very good friends

author’s note - i wanted this to be outduring pride month but unfortunately i couldn’t meet that deadline. but it’s finally here! i hope you enjoy! also this is a spin off of until i see you again. it’s not necessary that you read it to get context of it, but i do suggest it!

For generations, your family has worked in the castle for the royal family of Lun. Long before you started working there, it was implemented into your brain to never, under any circumstance talk to or look at the High Family. They were the keepers of the kingdom, and as nothing but a lowly servant, you were not worthy of meeting their gaze. Your family though worked in the kitchens, far from all the royal chambers. It was unlikely you’d ever meet them. But that raised one flaw: you didn’t know what they looked like. So when the day you quite literally ran into the High Prince, you had no idea who he was

It happened when you were fourteen. You’d been carrying two chicken cages towards the kitchen when from behind, a boy, probably a little over than you, ran into you, causing you to drop the cages and the chickens springing free. You glowered at him, so annoyed with what he’d done, that you failed to notice the clothes he wore, the finest silks covered with chicken feathers. 

“God, what are you stupid!? Watch where you’re going-!” The look of shock on his face as you cursed at him did not register until one of the butlers came up behind you and slammed a gloved hand over your mouth.

“Terribly sorry, Your Highness,” the man apologized for you as he began pulling you away. Your eyes widened as you realized who exactly you were shouting at. He was either going to have your head or be sacked, but not after the butler beat you half to death because of your brash action. “Allow me to punish the boy for your sake.”

“No.” He held up his hand, immediately ceasing the butler’s actions. “It was my fault, I deserved it.” The prince admitted, his eyes not once ever leaving you. “I apologize, I did not look where I was going. Allow me to help you catch the chickens.”

Both you and the butler stared at the prince in bewilderment (you more so on the fact he was a prince and he also apologized, but also the fact he was offering to help). But the butler told him not to, saying you would do it and he should carry on with his day. Prince Yoongi took another careful look at you again, before asking for your name. 

“Y/N, Your Highness,” you said with a bow of your head.

“Y/N,” he repeated the name, a smile playing on his lips. “Again, I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful in the future.” 

You stared at him in silence as he walked back towards the palace, still trying to wrap your mind around what had just happened. However you couldn’t think much longer on it as the older man smacked you upside the head, telling you to catch the chickens before storming off elsewhere. You thought that would’ve been the last you’d ever see of the High Prince, but you were wrong.

The very next morning, you were summoned by the Head Housekeeper, saying that Prince Yoongi had personally asked for you to work under him now as his valet. 

At first it was hard to adjust to the sudden and drastic change, going from wearing dirty rags to a fitted suit that had been provided for you. You were even given a room in the servants quarters (your family had been thrilled about that, saying you were moving up in the world). 

Then there was the prince himself. You thought working for him would’ve been vigorous or challenging, but Yoongi was anything but. Not once did he ever scold you, hit you, or tell you off. If you were unsure what exactly he meant, which happened an awful lot in the beginning, he would explain it to you. He was kind, unimaginably so. Part of you couldn’t believe a man could be so nice, especially to a servant. Yet here he was.

As the years flew by, the two of you became somewhat friends. The prince being only a year older than you and being around each other for hours at a time, you grew surprisingly close. He would ask you questions about your life, your family, and would listen intently to your answers. The prince would even remember and check in whenever you mentioned something wrong in your family. Never before had anyone paid such close attention to you before.

Normally, one wouldn’t call such kindness strange. But he was royalty. The heir to the Lun throne. One would’ve expected him to be ruthless and strong, uncaring of mere servants’ lives like his father and his father before him. Yet here he was, kind as ever.

However, it wasn’t until the prince had turned twenty-one had you begun to notice more peculiar habits. For you see, after Yoongi’s birthday, his parents grew a bit more impatient to have him marry, so every social season, they’d send him off to attend some ball every other night to try and meet with all the eligible young ladies of society. It shouldn’t be that hard for him to find a wife, especially considering his good looks and status as High Prince. But year after year, he would return with no lady in mind. 

The King and Queen would send him across the kingdoms, to different family members and other royal households for him to find a suitable wife. Being his personal servant, you went with him on those occasions, sometimes even working the parties. Each time without fail, you’d see him either purposefully avoiding the ladies or self-sabotaging himself (‘tripping’ over himself and spilling champagne down a young girl’s dress, stepping on the toes of another when he had to dance, sneezing uncontrollably to get them to back away). 

“Sir, I know this isn’t my place to say but. . . why do you do that?” You found yourself asking him one night after a ball, helping him out of his clothing. 

“Do what?”

“Sneeze, trip over yourself, pretend to be a terrible dancer,” you listed off. “I’ve seen you dance before, you’re incredible. The king and queen will be furious with you if you return home without a fianceé, again.”

Yoongi smiled at your words, as if you had just made a joke the two of you shared, only you were left out of it. “Y/N, have you ever considered that maybe I don’t want a wife?”

His words had you frowning, “No, Your Highness. But your parents-”

“Can’t force me to get married,” he cut you off. “Even if they tried to arrange something, the gossip around me won’t stop them coming, but it would at least make them stop and think.” And with that, he went to bed. 

That was five years ago now, and still the High Prince remained unwed. Since then his parents had all but given up on trying to find a match for their son; but that didn’t stop any of the young ladies from trying to woo him. Time and time again, you’d ask why he would behave as so. Each time he would always look at you, an unreadable glimmer in his eyes as he smiled at you, telling you again that he did not want a wife. 

One day, whilst you were polishing the prince’s boots, a knock was at the door. Not looking up from his book, Yoongi called for them to enter and a dark haired servant peaked his head into the room.

“Your Highness, the king wishes to see you in his chambers.” 

With a sigh, Yoongi shut his book, placing it on the table. “I’ll be back in a moment,” he said to you as he followed the manservant out of his room and down the hall. That was another strange thing the prince had always done, he would always excuse himself from you or tell you when to return. At first you assumed that was just a royal thing, but once you started to work more around them you realized it wasn’t that. 

Boots all polished and returned to its rightful place, you began to pick up and reorganize Yoongi’s room. While he was a fairly neat person, even a prince managed to make a mess of his room from time to time. You were tossing his dirty laundry into a sack when he returned, slamming his door shut. Cautiously, you looked over to the prince over your shoulder, who was pacing back and forth in the entry of his room.

“Highness? Are you alright-?”

“My father, he’s. . .” Yoongi paused for a moment, trying to gather his words. “He’s sending me away for the season. Probably another attempt to find me married,” he chuckled humorously.

You nodded slowly at his words, but the explanation didn’t ease the growing tension in the room.

“What would you do if you were in my shoes?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand.” You frowned as you tighten your grip on the sack.

“My father and his. . . insistence for me to marry. For me to have a wife. What would you do if your father was like that?” Yoongi clarified, looking directly into your eyes. It always felt weird when he met your gaze, those dark eyes looking into yours, stirring up something warm deep in your chest.

“I wouldn’t know,” you answered honestly. “My father doesn’t care for me to marry. Besides, I’m too busy looking after you.” You added on, light heartedly. The prince’s lips twitched for a moment at your words. “So we’re leaving for the upcoming social season?”

“Unfortunately so,” Yoongi huffed. “You’d think my father would’ve caught enough hints by now that no woman in the seven kingdoms would think to marry me, but he still persists.”

“You don’t think you’ll ever find a woman you’d want to marry?” You asked as you shouldered the sack, ready to drop it off with the laundry maids. “Surely you’d want to marry at some point, Your Highness.”

There was that glimmer again, in his eyes. Normally it gives off a teasing aura, a little mischievous when he told you time and time again he didn’t want a wife. This time it lacked those qualities. Instead looking sad and pained at your words. You swallowed thickly as you suddenly felt strange as the prince looked at you with such emotion.

“I don’t want a wife. Not now, nor ever.”

You left the prince to his own devices after that, a strange fluttering sensation growing in your stomach. 

The following morning, you rushed back to his chambers though, reading his clothes and his things for the trip. This year, the king was sending Yoongi off to some southern kingdom you failed to catch the name of. You packed away the prince’s things; his clothes, books, and other necessities you’d gotten used to packing over the years. It took you by surprise at how quiet Yoongi was though, normally while you packed his things, he lamented to you over how boring it was going to be and thought up new ways to keep the new and desperate mothers away from him. No, this time around, he was quiet. His eyes never left you as you packed his things. You knew this because you could feel his gaze burning into the back of your neck, but anytime you turned to look, Yoongi’s eyes were elsewhere. 

Before the morning was over, Yoongi’s carriage was off, you on a horse following beside it. It would take a few days to reach the southern kingdom, and it was by order of the king that you reach it on time (no matter how much Yoongi protested). When you first started accompanying Yoongi at these far away balls, you hated traveling. You barely left the citadel as a child, so to see new towns and countries was nerve wracking. But after a while, you had grown used to the sore bottom of riding the horse, or stale bread served at inns. You kept note of anything interesting or foregin that you’d never seen before, wanting to account the story back to your family at home. 

By the time you’d arrived at the capital of the southern kingdom it was late evening, meaning you wouldn’t be able to sleep until everything for Yoongi was set up in his rooms. Unfortunately that meant it would be a while until you’d have a meal to yourself, or sleep for that matter. 

You followed the head butler escorted you and a few other servants up towards the rooms where the prince would be staying. It was a lavish room, truly. Beautiful patterns carpets layered the floor, you barely had enough time to count them as your attention was drawn to other parts of the room. Paintings of oceanscapes and sea shores lined the walls, just above the large bed. And large open windows, giving a perfect view of the far off sea. 

The butler said that the servants quarters were down by the kitchens and to head there once you’d finished unloading Prince Yoongi’s things. With a sigh, you began unpacking the trunks full of the prince’s silken clothes and books he had insisted on bringing with. It wasn’t until after sundown did Yoongi arrive at his chambers.

“What are you still doing here?” He frowned as you placed one of the last of his clothes in the wardrobe.

“Unpacking, Your Highness. You took a lot of things with you.”

“I suppose that is my faut,” he chuckled humorlessly. “But it’s late, have you eaten yet?”

You opened your mouth to tell him you did, but your stomach betrayed you, growling loudly. You flushed in embarrassment as the prince just smiled at you.

“Go eat something, Y/N. I’ll be fine.”

“But Highness, you need to get ready for bed-”

“And I’m capable enough to do that on my own,” Yoongi countered, meeting your eyes. There was a small smile playing on his lips as he spoke, it was an expression you’ve sworn you’ve seen on his face before but it felt as if you were seeing it for the first time. “You’re excused. I’ll see you in the morning.”

You blinked at him, trying your best to ignore the strange tingling sensation in your stomach. “T-Thank you, Your Highness.” You gave a bow as you made your way out of his room.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

Dismissed, you made your way over towards the kitchens, grabbing a few morsels of bread and cheese before making your way towards the room you’d be staying in. One thing about going to all these cities with the prince always meant new and uncomfortable beds. The extra rooms in the servants quarters for some reason always had extra thin mattresses, you always fell asleep on them no problem, but you always awoke to a new kink in your neck. 

In your temporary chamber, you sat down on the bed, eating up your poor excuse of supper, thinking over what events Yoongi might be pulled into this social season. One ball you knew was coming up was going to be at the conservatory, held by a nearby viscountess. Knowing the prince, there was no doubt he would start sneezing, blaming it on the blooming flowers.

As a servant, you could never attend them as a guest, only you’d work the balls, even then they would be dreadfully boring watching everyone dance. But Yoongi was your only solace, watching him make a fool of himself over and over again. You’d hear whispering from the scandalized mamas and other eligible young ladies of the city, remarking how such a handsome man could be such an oaf. It took all your willpower not to laugh at the gossip. 

You laid down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, your mind not drifting away from Yoongi. Part of you couldn’t wait to see it, but at the same time, you still failed to understand him. His excuse of not wanting to marry never made sense. It was always ‘I do not want a wife’. That was his phrasing. Not that he didn’t want to marry, but not a wife. It didn’t make sense, the only option for marriage for him was a wife. Then there was the way he looked at you while he said it. How his dark eyes bored into yours, staring at you for what felt like hours, but only a few mere moments before he looked away, disappointed. It made you think there was some ulterior message behind it, one you wish you could understand. 

You shook your head, trying to rid yourself of thoughts of the prince. It wasn’t your business as to why he behaved like he did. But as your eyes fell shut, your dreams were filled with nothing but Yoongi’s dark stare.

The next day, you were basically Yoongi’s shadow all day as he attended breakfast and wandered around the castle grounds, familiarizing himself with the gilded halls. Already you were hearing gossip from lady’s maids and other staff about him, apparently society had been dubbing him The Foolish Prince. If it bothered Yoongi, he didn’t let it show, keeping his head held high as he went over the many formal greetings as visiting royalty. 

There was one place Yoongi never ever failed to find, no matter wherever they stayed was the library. He would spend hours in there, finding all the books he hadn’t read yet, piling them up in his arms, hoarding them all to himself as he read the day away. 

“Y/N,” he called out your name as you wandered away from him, marveling at the dozens of books that lined the shelves.

“Yes, Your Highness?”

“Come here, I’d like to show you something.”

Retracing your steps, you came back to where Yoongi had seated himself, in his hand a book labeled Metamorphoses, the title not ringing a bell. Many times Yoongi had set aside a couple books for you, wanting your opinion or your thoughts, but you rarely had time to actually sit down and read them. 

“You know the flower hyacinth?”

You nodded, having seen the flower a multitude of different times in palace gardens. 

“According to the Greeks, the flower came about from Apollo mourning his lover, turning the spilled blood into its petals,” Yoongi said, paraphrasing the mythos.

“Ah, how kind of him to remember her like that.”

“Him.”

You frowned. “I beg your pardon, Your Highness?”

“Hyacinthus was a man.” His eyes did not leave you as he explained further, “The Ancient Greeks were. . . more open, so to speak. So their gods having male lovers was not out of sorts for them.”

“Oh,” was all you could say. You were not very well educated in ancient philosophies and civilizations, so you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by the revelation, the tips of your ears burning hotly. The intensity of his stare didn’t help either, as if he was searching for something in your eyes. But you didn’t know what.

In the blink of an eye, he looked away from you, a sigh on his lips. “That is all, Y/N. I just thought you might like to learn something new, that’s all.”

“Well, thank you, Your Highness.” You bowed your head. “It was. . .” You couldn’t think of a word to describe it. Eye opening? Interesting? Scrunching your nose, you backtracked. “Thank you.”

The prince gave you a flat smile, not reaching his eyes. “You’re welcome, Y/N.”

Whatever happened that afternoon, Yoongi did not bring it up again. And with the Conservatory Ball in a matter of days, any and all servants were recruited to help ready the event, so you weren’t really able to see him unless he called for you. Which surprisingly, he did not. Often he would attempt to call you away, saying he needed help with something or other, pulling you away from your work. But for the past three days, he’s only ever summoned you for breakfast and supper, bringing you his meal and then bidding you goodbye. You tried not to let it distract you, but you couldn’t help but feel slightly hurt at his sudden distance. 

“I’ll say, that Prince Yoongi fellow is an odd one.”

Hearing the prince’s name pulled you from your thoughts. Trying not to be too obvious, you turned into what gossip the maids were passing around now.

“All he does is hole himself up in the library or the gardens. Did you hear what he told Lady Jeong?” Another lady whispered.

“What?”

“So apparently the lady has been trying her damndest to get the prince to look her way, Lord knows why she wants to marry the Foolish Prince. But she asked if he could show her around the gardens, and he told her ‘if she’s lived here all her life, she should not need a guide to the gardens’”

You bit back a snicker, not wanting to give away your eavesdropping. Definitely sounded like something the prince would say. 

“How did Lady Jeong react?”

“She couldn’t! She clammed up and walked away, poor girl.” The two maids shared a laugh. “Ah but honestly, I don’t know what anyone sees in attempting to woo the prince. He’s such an addle pate!”

“Ah Nabi, you forget. He’s a prince! People tend to look past such flaws when trying to find a husband.”

“Fair enough, and with that rumor going around, I wouldn’t be surprised if suddenly many ladies come back ‘round.”

“Rumor?” You turned to face them, internally cringing at you giving yourself up.

The two maids gave him a strange look. “The High King of Lun is reportedly ill, soon the prince will take the throne. And there’s many a lady here that would love to be queen.”

“Where did you hear this?”

She gave a vague shrug. “A couple ladies. One or two scandal sheets talked about it.” Then they walked away, leaving you stunned.

Was the king truly ill? Why did Yoongi not think to tell you? You found yourself spiraling, your body moving forward as you continued to do the work you were assigned. It wasn’t until hours later when the prince summoned you for his supper did you finally feel yourself begin to pull out of the fog. Tray of food in hand, you made your way up to his chambers. 

Yoongi never ate meals with his hosts, preferring to eat in the solidarity of his rooms. His reasoning that the formality of it all was exhausting, conversing and trying to eat. Sure there would be times when he absolutely had to join his hosts, but if it wasn’t required, he’d be hiding away in his room.

At the servant’s entrance of his room, you knocked thrice before opening the door. Yoongi was sitting on a loveseat, his legs draped over the cushions as he read a novel. “Good evening, Your Highness,” you greeted.

“Set it over by the table, please.”

You nodded, following his instruction. As you set his place, you couldn't stop your eyes from wandering over to where Yoongi sat. He did not look as if he was worried for his ill father, no. But there was something about him that you couldn’t pull away from. Your gaze started at his downcast eyes, watching as they darted across the page, absorbing the book. Then the slope of his nose, the curve of his lips as he licked his thumb, turning to the next page in the novel. You’d always known the prince was handsome, having heard it whispered amongst ladies and maids combined, but it was only now were you actually registering how beautiful he was.  

“Is something the matter, Y/N?” Yoongi’s eyes suddenly met yours.

The tips of your ears burned. “I- uh-” You dropped the silverware that was in your hands, clattering to the floor. You swore silently to yourself as you quickly scooped it up. “I’m sorry, Your Highness, my mind was. . . elsewhere.”

Shutting his book, Yoongi raised a brow at you. He stood up, walking over to you slowly. Your heartbeat was pulsing so loud in your ears you feared he would hear it if he got too close. Yoongi stopped a few feet before you, his eyes never leaving you. You averted your gaze to the floor, studying the details of his shoes. 

“Look at me, Y/N.”

Meeting the prince’s eyes, you felt as if your entire body was shaking but you did not move a muscle. Again, there was that unreadable expression in his eyes. What was he searching for, you wondered. And why you? You’ve seen the way he looked at everyone, his mother, father, ladies of the court, and so many others. But he never looked at any of them the way he looked at you. 

How long the two of you stood there, gazing at each other, you didn’t know. Only breaking away when Yoongi cleared his throat. 

“You’re excused for the rest of the evening, Y/N. Sleep well.”

“Goodnight, Your Highness.”

Something changed that night with your relationship with the prince, you couldn’t make sense of it, but between the fluttering in your gut to Yoongi’s burning stare, it was obvious nothing would ever be the same again. 

The night of the Conservatory Ball came around, and you were helping the prince into his attire for the evening. You felt like your hands were on fire as you touched him, only cooling when you finally pulled away from him. He was wearing a deep blue coat with silver epaulets dawning his shoulders, then a white cloak draped over his shoulder. He looked every bit a prince that he was. 

Once the two of you split for the night, you made your way down towards the kitchens and food prep area, following in line with the other servants to get ready for the ball. But your mind was elsewhere, thinking of nothing but the prince. Sure, before any ball you would think of any sort of self-sabotaging stunt he might pull, but tonight was different. You thought of how he would look dancing with the other young ladies, about how he might go back on his own word to marry. The thoughts left your stomach churning and your vision green. 

Shaking your mind to clear your head of Yoongi, you tried your best to focus on serving and nothing else. Walking alongside the edge of the crowds, allowing the men and women of the court to pick the small treats off your plate. 

Your plan of zoning out worked almost perfectly until there was a loud crash coming from the otherside of the ballroom, followed by a series of gasps. The music came to a stop as everyone’s head snapped in that direction. There, at the center of everyone’s attention, was Yoongi hovering over a young lady. She held a hand to her forehead as Yoongi panickingly tried to keep her conscious. 

“Can you believe it?!” 

“Miss Hyun swooned and Prince Yoongi caught her!”

“She certainly has her heart set on him.”

Your eyes darted amongst the crowd as you listened in on their whispers, only to be drowned out by the sound of applause as the prince helped the girl, Miss Hyun, back to her feet.

“Why thank you for catching me, Your Highness.” You could barely hear her airy voice as she tried to meet the prince’s eye.

“Yes, please. Go sit down and drink something, don’t want another spell,” he advised as he passed her over to an older woman, presumably her mother. The scene over, the music resumed, but everyone continued to whisper amongst themselves about what they had all just witnessed. 

With the attention no longer on Yoongi, you watched as his face turned into a slight scowl before he turned on his heel and walked out of the ballroom. Puzzled by his reaction, you turned to follow him. A few times you were stopped by other guests, picking off the remains of your tray. By the time you made it to the exit, your tray was empty. You hid the tray in a bush and followed Yoongi, not caring if the valet or some other guest saw and tried to reprimand you. 

In the halls, you could see no trace of the prince. But for some reason, you knew where he was. The library. Your suspicions were confirmed as the door was skewed open, and a low light was emanating from the room. Pushing the door open further, you peaked your head in.

“Highness?”

It was quiet for a moment before you heard his voice. “Is that you, Y/N?”

“Yes, Your Highness,” you confirmed, not yet daring to enter the room.

“Come in. . . Please.”

You slid into the room, the door clicking shut behind you. Slowly, you went further into the library, the sounds of your footsteps echoing against the shelves. With each step, you felt your chest tighten, making it hard to breathe. Once you saw the prince, not even then did it let up, only squeezing tighter. In the low light of the candle, Yoongi was practically glowing, the silver of his coat catching in the light. 

“Are you alright, Your Highness? That was. . . quite a scene.” 

At your comment, his lips pulled into a sneer. “Yes it was. I simply needed some space, away from those bloodthirsty mamas.”

You failed to stifle a chuckle at his remark, replacing the sour look on his face with a warmer expression. “I’m sorry, Highness. I should. . . I should return.” You were preparing to turn back out of the library when Yoongi’s gloved hand wrapped around your wrist. You could feel the heat of his skin through the fabric, sucking the air from your lungs completely. 

“Nonsense,” he said. “Stay, please. I would appreciate the company.”

“Okay, Your Highness.”

Yoongi inhaled a sharp breath, but smiled at your agreement. He released your wrist, leaving you mourning his touch. He stepped back, turning towards the bookshelves again. He pulled a book off the shelf, turning it over in his hands. 

As you watched him, your mind sifted over towards the maids’ gossip. “Might I ask you something, Your Highness?”

Yoongi ceased his motions. You almost thought he had turned to stone had he not turned his head towards you. “Anything.”

“It’s about your father. I’ve heard rumors of him being ill and you’re to take the throne. . . Is it true?”

The prince squared his shoulders as a solemn look fell over his face. “They are true. My father is sick. Should he not recover, I am to be king.”

“I’m. . . sorry.”

“Please don’t be.”

You furrowed your brows together. “I beg your pardon?”

“You do not have to show condolences,” Yoongi explained, folding his hands behind him. “I know that my father is not the kindest man, so I do not expect you to be upset.”

You shook your head. “No, Highness. I am not offering my condolences, but my sympathy. It cannot be easy losing a father.”

Yoongi cast his eyes to the ground. “No. . . it is not.”

Shifting in your spot, you continued. “Is that why your father wanted you to join this season? To see you marry before he passes?”

He shrugged. “He more so wishes for grandchildren, to know the line is secure. It’s no matter though, it’s unlikely I’ll find a bride in time. And after that, it would be no matter.”

“Miss Hyun would beg to differ, you did catch her when she felt faint.”

The prince scoffed. “The nerve of these ladies, feigning a swoon-”

“It was pretend?” 

Yoongi blinked at you. “Yes. . . it’s a tactic to try and entrap unsuspecting suitors. Do you not know?”

You shook your head. “I’ve never interacted with an interested woman before. I wouldn’t even know if she would be interested in the first place. Besides, all my time focuses on you, so it’s not even likely I have time to find a wife.”

The prince stared at you for a moment, before laughing to himself. 

The reaction was puzzling. “Is something funny, Your Highness?”

“You cannot tell when a woman is interested?”

The tips of your ears burned in embarrassment as you shook your head. “I fail to understand how you find it humorous.”

Yoongi waved his hand as he ceased in his laughter. “I’m sorry, I do not mean to laugh but, I can’t help but find that. . . relieving of sorts?”

You don’t think you’ve ever been more confused in your life, rivaling the morning when you found out he asked you to be his personal servant. “How so. . ?”

Yoongi met your eyes and suddenly you felt like you could no longer breathe again. You stood there frozen as he slowly walked over towards you. He stopped just in front of you, his eyes flickering down to your hand. In all the years you’d known the prince and served him, he never once acted hesitantly, always certain in his actions. But now his fingers reached out tentatively, gloved hands enveloping your own. 

“Do you know why I wanted you to be my valet all those years ago?” His voice was soft as he spoke.

Unable to trust your voice, you shook your head.

“Because when you cursed me out, I was taken aback. No one had ever dared to speak to me that way, and you could not leave my mind. For hours on end I was utterly consumed by the kitchen boy that dared to scold me. And I knew that I just. . . I had to have you around.” The prince’s fingers entangled themselves into yours. “I couldn’t understand why, but in time I grew to realize that I wanted nothing more than your attention. No other could occupy my mind as you had. For years, I’ve tried to drop hints, give way to my affection, to let you in. I thought you did not feel the same.” He paused as he took a shuddering breath, as if the mere thought was too much for him to bear. “So to hear you say you cannot tell when a woman is interested when I have, in fact, seen many a maid try to capture your attention, I can’t help but feel relief. But now my thoughts and feelings are out in the open, I can’t help but ask now if you feel at all the same?”

Yoongi met your eyes once again, and you could see the fear in his eyes. Expressing his true feelings. Feelings he held for you. The prince’s ever constant response of “I do not want a wife” echoed in your ears, finally made sense. 

“You do not have to return them. If you so wish, I can pay you handsomely and you and your family can move far away from Lun, never to work again in your life. But I need you to know that I will never ever stop caring for you. My chest aches when you are near, every bit of my soul wants nothing but you.”

The whole world felt like it had frozen around you. The flame of the candle stopped flickering, the distant sound of the orchestra faded away into silence. All that was left in the world was the prince and you. 

“I-I don’t know how to place my feelings,” you started, your eyes focusing on anything but the prince’s piercing gaze. “But all I do know is I feel that similar ache. I feel as if I cannot breathe when you are near sometimes. I did not know what you make of it but knowing you feel similar, it brings me. . . joy?”

Yoongi’s other hand came to cup your cheek. He leaned in, so close you could feel his breath fan across your lips. “Say it, please. Say you want me too.”

“Your Highness-”

“No. None of that. My name, call me my name, please Y/N. Grant me that.”

“Yoongi.” The name felt foreign on your tongue, but the way the prince reacted, groaning quietly as he held himself back from closing the gap. “I do. I want you too.”

And just like that, he leaned in, fully pressing his lips against yours. You could taste the champagne he had drank earlier as his lips danced with yours. Yoongi dropped your hand, wrapping it around your waist, pulling you in closer until there was no space between you, but still he wanted you closer. Unsure what to do with your hands, you clung onto his biceps, using that as your anchor to reality. That truly, this was happening. 

It wasn’t until the two of you needed to breathe did you finally pull away from each other. Both of you panting, breaths mindling with each other as Yoongi refused to let you go.

“Stay by my side, forever. I do not think I can live without you,” Yoongi whispered.

“As you wish.” And you sealed the promise with a kiss.

From that moment forward, neither you nor Yoongi spent any time apart. He all but refused to allow anyone else to order you away from him. And for the most part it worked, the two of you were left alone and no one dared to try and say you were needed elsewhere. The two of you spent the days in the prince’s bed, your head on his lap as he read to you memoirs of far off countries and tales of fiction. 

The only time you were away from one another was for balls. As visiting royalty, he was expected to always make an appearance, but never did he dance. He made his rounds about the room, complementing each and every young lady he was introduced to. A sick knot of jealousy twisted in your gut with each kiss he’d press against a delicately gloved hand, but it would easily melt away as his gaze would always look to you as you stood in the far off part of the room, serving drinks and finger foods on a tray. 

Finally when it was time to return home to Lun, it took every ounce of your concentration to give away your excitement. Yoongi, on the other hand, remained level headed, no doubt from all his time learning to become king. But you could see he was equally as excited to be leaving, judging from the small smile in his lips whenever he met your eyes. By the time you’d returned home to the palace, Yoongi all but pulled you along into his chambers, locking the door behind him. 

“Another successful season, wouldn’t you say?” The prince sighed as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Successful?” You raised a brow. 

“Yes. I successfully managed to avoid all the young and eligible debutantes of the southern kingdom. And I now have you.” He traced down the side of your face with a finger. “I would call that a success, would you not?”

“Well when you put it like that, Your Highness-”

Yoongi scoffed as he shut you up with a kiss. Slowly, you had become more adept at the action, learning with soft and slow touches what made a kiss good or bad. Taking careful steps, you lead the prince over towards the bed, until the back of his knees hit the side, sending you both tumbling down onto the mattress in a fit of giggles. 

“I was a fool,” you sighed as your laughter calmed down. 

“Whatever do you mean?” Yoongi frowned.

“That I did not catch on to your hints, that I did not realize my own feelings for you until as of late. Should I go on?” You laughed, listing off the reasons. 

“Then we are a match made in heaven,” Yoongi said as he leaned in close. “The Foolish Prince and his Fool.”

With a roll of your eyes, you closed the gap, slotting your mouth over his. It was slow and lazy, but did not lack any of the passion you felt for one another. Yoongi licked at the seam of your lips, begging you to open, to which you happily obliged. You found your hands wandering beneath his shirts, undoing the buttons you had helped fasten earlier that day. You needed to feel his skin against yours, to hold him closer than you ever could’ve imagined. The prince followed your lead, stripping himself of his clothes, you followed after. Neither of you separated from one another until all either of you knew was the taste of each other’s skin. 

You wish you could say the day after your first night with the prince was something out of a fairytale, waking up to the sun pouring through an open window as the bird sung you awake. Unfortunately, it wasn’t. A pounding at the door had both of you sitting up in bed, not even allowing a moment for you to admire your lover in the morning air. 

“Highness! It is your father!” A voice shouted from the otherside. 

You glanced over to Yoongi, whose face was emotionless as he scrambled into his clothes. 

“I’ll be but a moment,” he said, sliding into his boots before running over to the door and down the hall. 

You blinked once. Twice. Three times before finally pushing yourself out of bed. If someone was to walk into the prince’s chambers with your state of undress, surely people would talk. So quickly, you pulled on your clothes that were still scattered around the floor. As Yoongi’s valet, no one would think twice of you in his rooms, so you decided to remain in there until he returned. But unable to remain idle as you wait, you began to unpack his trunks from his time in the southern kingdom. Despite the prince having told you that you no longer have to continue to act as his servant in the privacy of his chambers, you simply could not keep still. Especially after such a rude awakening this morning. 

An hour passed before Yoongi returned, his face solemn. Alarm bells were reigning off in your mind as you rushed over to him.

“Yoongi? Are you alright? What of your father?” 

“He. . . he passed in the night. . .” His voice was barely above a whisper.

The air was sucked from your lungs. From all your time as Yoongi’s valet, you’ve been in the king’s presence dozens of times. Even though you’ve since learned of the king’s poor health, you did not think he would die so soon. 

Yoongi’s eyes were staring off into the distance, looking far beyond you. “I’m to be king,” he said. 

Gently, you placed a hand on his shoulder, urging him to look at you. His head snapped in your direction, his eyes glassy as he held back tears. You wrapped your arms around your lover, pulling him into a hug. Yoongi was stiff at first, before melting into the embrace, burying his head in the crook of your neck. The two of you stood there for a moment, until you felt the collar of your shirt moisten against your skin, then you noticed the small shaking of Yoongi’s shoulders as he silently sobbed into your embrace. You did your best to soothe him, tracing invisible circles into his back until his body ceased trembling. 

Slowly, Yoongi peeled himself off your body, his cheeks puffy and eyes red from crying. He met your gaze for a moment, opening his mouth to say something when there was another knock at the door. 

Abruptly, Yoongi snapped his head in the direction of the door. “Yes?” He asked, his voice full of authority, as if he wasn’t sobbing a mere moment ago. 

“Your H-Majesty, we need to begin the arrangements for your coronation. As well as your father’s funeral processes.” A meek voice responded on the other side of the door. 

“Of course,” he said, quietly to himself. Yoongi looked back down to you, took your hand in his and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. “I’m sorry. Thank you. I shall. . . I shall see you tonight?” His eyes were silently pleading with you, begging you to say yes.

“Of course, Yoongi.”

The following days, you rarely see the prince- no. The king. Yoongi was the king now. He was busy with his own coronation, especially after his father’s funeral. Not like there was much time for you to even see him anyways, having been occupied with packing up Yoongi’s things and bringing them to the King’s chambers, now his. 

The King’s chambers were more of a small wing than a simple suite. Three large connecting rooms, all nearly double the size of Yoongi’s former chambers. You busied yourself fixing up the rooms, switching out books and paintings, clothes and furnishings. 

The only time you were able to see each other was well after nightfall, when Yoongi excused his advisors away from him and you were free to slip in through the servants entrance. When he saw you, the young king wrapped you in his arms, refusing to let you go until you finally managed to break away.

“I can’t stand you being so far from me for so long,” Yoongi confessed as the two of you laid on the large bed that was in the center of the bedchamber, covered in dozens of feather pillows and silk sheets. “To see you in court with me, have you by my side.”

“Unfortunately, I hold no title, Your Majesty,” you reminded him. “I have no reason to be seen by your side in court,” you sighed, turning your head to meet his gaze.

There was an unreadable glimmer in his eyes. “But what if you did?”

“I beg your pardon?”

Yoongi shot up to his knees, turning to you on the bed. “What if you did hold a title? I am king, I could grant you that.”

You blinked up at him, trying to process his words. “Yoongi, I know nothing about holding a title. Or managing land, let alone polite society-”

“I could teach you! I could make you. . . Grand Duke. My closest advisor. You’ve served by my side for years, no one would think otherwise,” Yoongi explained, taking your hands in his. “If I had it my way, I would marry you and have you as my consort. But unfortunately, this is all I can offer you. I implore you to accept it.”

The air was all but sucked from your lungs as Yoongi pleaded his case. “You would marry me?” Was all you found yourself saying.

With a roll of his eyes, he sighed, squeezing your hands tightly. “I know no one can know the true extent of our relationship, but I need you by my side always, or I fear I may never know another’s embrace. Because you are all I want. If I cannot have you, I do not want any other. I love you, Y/N. You need not say it in return, but I want- no need you to know it.”

You stared at Yoongi, unable to move- unable to speak, watching him silently as he searched your eyes for any reaction. He loved you. However long he had felt such a way, you knew you felt it too. You were in love.

Before he could mistake your silence as rejection, you surged forward. Pulling your hands from his grasp, you held his head in your hands, fearing that if you let him go, he would dissipate, revealing this all to be but a dream. Yoongi was frozen before he leaned into you, kissing you back with so much fierce passion that heat spread throughout your body. Finally you release your hold on the king, who was smiling at you.

“I suppose that means you accept my offer, My Lord?”

The use of a title for you felt unfamiliar, but you smiled and nodded in return. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

The following days after his coronation, Yoongi put his plan into action. Already he was teaching you the ways of polite society, but as it turned out, after serving at so many balls and dinner parties, you already had a grasp of the basics. But learning the ways of a kingdom, Yoongi assured you that you had better input on how the commonwealth felt more than anyone else on the court. 

You were outside the council chambers when Yoongi announced he was to raise your position to Grand Duke, his closest advisor. You nervously fiddled with the new clothes Yoongi had given you, rubbing your hands against the satin trousers. You flinched when the room broke out into arguments, shouting, and pleading with their new king to reconsider, but then the room went dead quiet. When you were beckoned into the council chambers, you noted that everyone at the table had a sour look on their face. 

At Yoongi’s right hand was an empty chair, not as ornate as Yoongi’s but more decorated than the other council members and advisors’ chairs were. You sat down beside him, keeping your face stern and still as possible, not to give away any sign of weakness or doubt that the position of Grand Duke was yours and yours alone. Nothing could change the king’s mind about that.

There certainly was plenty of ruckus amongst the servants at your sudden promotion and entrance into society, but they said nothing (at least not to your face). Your things were moved from your quarters in the servants chambers up towards the Grand Duke’s suite. It was customary that the King’s chambers be connected to two other suites, the Queen’s and the Grand Duke’s, for these were the only people he would need access to at any point in the day. But despite gaining your own suite, it was left completely unlived in as Yoongi outright refused to sleep with you further than at an arm's distance. 

For the first few mornings of sleeping beside him after your rise in station, you were the first to rise, unable to lose the habit of rising with the sun. But now there was no reason for it, you had no chores to do, no balls to help prepare for. Instead you used the time to watch the sunlight bleed through the heavy curtains, painting your lover in a beautiful golden light. 

Unable to contain yourself, you pressed kissing along Yoongi’s shoulder and neck, rousing him from sleep as you peppered him with affection. Yoongi grumbled as he turned over in bed, facing you. 

“Good morning, Your Majesty,” you murmured against his skin.

“Mm, good morning, My Lord,” Yoongi hummed as he pulled you closer to him, your chest against his. “What time is it?”

“Just after sunrise,” you admitted as you kissed his cheek.

He let out a groan at your words. “You must drop that awful habit, I do not know how you managed to rise for so long.”

“Well I had you as motivation,” you smiled as he turned his head, allowing you to plant one final kiss upon his lips. “Besides we have much to do today, the prince and princess of Philos are visiting today. Isn’t he one of your oldest friends?”

“Bah.” Yoongi grabbed hold of you, swiftly flipping your positions so he now laid on top of you. “Seokjin won’t care. And besides, they won’t be here for hours. Meaning we have plenty of time to spend lounging about in bed,” he said as he pressed kisses along your neck.

“You’re insatiable!” You laughed, smiling up at him as he removed himself from your neck. 

“Only for you, my love. Only for you.”

#btsghostie #yoongi x reader #min yoongi x reader #yoongi x male reader #bts x reader #prince yoongi #min yoongi x male reader #bts x male reader #bts prince au #prince yoongi x reader #bts royalty au

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

heres something short and sad for my boy yoongi, ive got no wifi rn so i cant use my pc sorry

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"i feel so alone" y/n sighs looking down at his hands. theirs a pit in his chest, a pit so deep nothing could fill it, yoongi looks over at him sadly. y/n knows that yoongi would give everything to able to help him.

"im here" yoongi offers, y/n looks over sadly and shakes his head, thats not what he means. yoongi sets a hand on the naked part of y/ns shoulder hoping that some physical comfort would do the other some good. y/n leans into the touch and tries to blink the tears out of his eyes but they end up falling down his cheeks anyway. y/n feels so hopeless, yoongi knows. /n leans into yoongi and the other cradles him into his chest, "i got you" yoongi whispers into the top of y/ns hair.

y/ns breath trembles, he really doesnt want to cry but hes already started and their was no way he could quit now. y/n tries to stifle his sobs but hes unsuccessfull, yoongi just cradles him and strokes down the others naked back wishing he could do more.

#x male reader #yoongi #bts suga #yoongi x male reader #yoongi x reader

[foxxiesmeadow]

i'm not a new writer here, just a new acc

however, was wondering what i should write before fluff/kinkmas.

it's one day bcs i'm a little too impatient to wait a week to start writing sjsjjsjs

#yoongi x male reader #ryujin x reader #bts x reader #itzy x reader #ryujin x fem reader #yoongi x reader

[luv-gukkie]

★j𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 ★

pairing: yandere! min yoongi x f. reader

genre: fluff? || smut || non-idol au || yandere

summary: after a couple of months of just staring at the same four walls, you realize you do love yoongi as much as he loves you, or maybe you’re just trying to survive.

word count: +2.1k

tags/warnings: yoongi kidnaps reader, unprotected sex, yoongi is delusional asf...(a ‘bit’ crazy in the head), pregnancy, murder(s), stockholm syndrome, mentions of drugging, unconsensual touching, dom! yoongi, sub!reader, stalking, reader starts going crazy lowkey

notes: this is more like a small drabble for yoongi :) and its kinda written to show that the reader is losing her mind, sorry if it’s confusing!

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min yoongi was a man of a few words. he liked to relax his mind with his own devices; never one to say much with other people, even to himself. he was an introvert from the very start. his past relationships were always left in pieces; left with girls in tears while munching on tubs of ice cream left and right from such a lousy boyfriend who never cared about them. how he couldn't save their relationship from ruins, leaving it to dissolve with no worries at all for the future of what they could be. if he's honest, yoongi doesn't even know (or care to) how he managed to get women to go out with him. what he thought was just a couple of hookups was actually a relationship to some of his 'girlfriends'. maybe, he just couldn't understand women or maybe, just maybe, he was a sleazy ass who preferred to be by himself.

but, yoongi preferred to say that he loved his alone time more and wasn't prepared for a full-time relationship. the peace that he had built within his mind was enough for him. yoongi didn't really need anything else around him except for money, which was his income from working a boring office job from nine to five; monday to friday with decaf coffee in his hands daily and blue light glasses to protect him from the screen of his desktop.

the constant noise of the people around him were just annoying crowds that he couldn't handle. that was until he landed his eyes on you. it's a day he clearly remembers from sunrise to dawn. how could he ever forget seeing such a pretty face?

it was just his luck that his apartment was far from the city. one word could describe his apartment: perfect. the land was extremely quiet since no one else lived around. the only exceptional noise that would interrupt the silence would be the animals: the deers that would constantly communicate with the others, bunnies hopping around, hummingbirds that chirp with soft ends, or the baby opossums that would sneeze to get their parents' attention. yoongi's house had more than enough of love. he lived for it. however, it never hurts to add more to a loving house, especially when he was missing someone by his side. yoongi couldn't believe his luck on how this apartment was so excluded from the world; from the hands of society. it's exactly what he needed when he wanted to play his guitar with no one knocking on his door to disturb him. or when he wanted to listen to his music out loud, or to keep you safe in his home. its like it was meant to hide someone inside it, and the best part is that no one would ever know. no person can search somewhere they don't know exist. in other words, you were meant to be his.

the second you were inside, yoongi had basically erased your existence from earth. your missing poster left on wooden poles, shops, and shown on the news. and yet, not a single trace of you was found; questions about your appearance went unanswered. everyone was clueless on what could've happened to you. your disappearance was a complete mystery to everyone: where had you gone?

are you still alive?

it was uncomfortable to wake up. your head was pounding and the dizziness that took place in your head only further pushed you to have nausea. "finally." a deep, unsettling voice boomed out of somewhere. startled by the sudden noise, you quickly glance up to catch sight of a man's eyes. he stood right next to the door. that was the beginning of a new chapter. you were slipping away from sanity as time passed. most of the time, you were left alone. 'where am i?'  You just sat on the bed trying to figure out what happened; what was happening. the man who stood in the corner — you learned his name was Yoongi — left after a while. he would talk a little with you before leaving the room, saying something about grocery shopping.

you kept up a calm facade for the sake of survival. You had to or else you didn't know what your captor would do to you. you had full knowledge that he had the possibility of hurting you, or even worse, he could kill you. just like he had the guts to take you from your own freedom and dreams from when you were a little girl.

but there was no stopping time. it crept up until you realized that you've done nothing to help yourself get out. you've sat there day and night, acting like a good girl for him when it wasn't even you who wanted to be there. you've wasted seconds that led into days and you hope that it doesn't go on to years because you've truly lost yourself in this house. so, you prepared and waited until he left to act out. what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

as soon as Yoongi disappeared from your room and heard another door close, you took the opportunity to do what you don't usually do. all your yells for help and screams of desperation were drowned by the trees. You kept losing hope each wasted second. you were watching it slowly fall away from your grasp, and you couldn't do anything. the remorse of watching as the days went by and you were still stuck in a room locked in by your captor. It was just him and you. You and him. but he swore on the stars that when the time comes, it will no longer just be him and you, but mini-hims and mini-yous waddling around the house.

the small interactions you had with him were uncomfortably awkward for you, and you could clearly tell that he knew. and yet, he stuck around, choosing to stay and 'talk' with you. he didn't want you to think you were alone. he would be there for you.

as the weeks passed, the situation worsened for you. at first it was him moving into the room along with his things, then the part where he started sleeping next to you, and eventually to changing in front of you, touching you, and kissing you. Soon enough, it got more intense. That's when you knew you had to get out someway. You knew what step was next when his touching didn't stop at a few pecks. yoongi began to play with your tits, holding your ass tight to his crotch every night. you just couldn't get away from him.

everything was fucking shut tight. you felt the heat of anger crawling in your body. each window was locked, even the cabinets were locked.  there were also hidden cameras. it was just your luck when you had found one in the bedroom hidden perfectly. you were very surprised when you saw it peeking out of the lights. it just proved to you that yoongi was a fucking lunatic. he had been watching you and you were fucking clueless about it. but it also meant that there could of been hundreds of these tiny cameras recording you. you needed to get out.

you couldn't take it any longer. You were watched every single second. You were touched when he was home. You just couldn't keep it going like this. it was your breaking point. you screamed, sobbed, and whimpered at the fact that you were here. 'pathetic', you thought. there you were crying miserably on your mattress without trying to escape.

you heard the door open and then close, you dug your head into your pillow as the footsteps came closer. "it's okay." You immediately felt the presence of Yoongi by your side, pulling you up into a hug. he was panting. "I was worried about you." The hug got tighter. "I came here as fast as I could."

yoongi had worried about you. in that moment, you realized that maybe you gave up long ago. That's why you let him do what he did, after all, a whole year did pass without your knowledge. missing posters crumbling on the floor as the world continued to revolve without your existence. You had gotten used to his presence, his kisses, his behavior, and his love towards you. You were so frightened at first and used his attraction for you as a shield.

he kissed your lips gently before sticking his tongue inside of your mouth. your arms unconsciously wrapped around him. And for the first time, you let him touch you with his love and lust. the unbuckling of his belt made goosebumps grow out of excitement. With one thrust, your pussy sucked him in whole. Yoongi lowly groaned while you whimpered at the sudden feeling of his cock inside of you."I love you."

Yoongi waited. Were you going to say it back? his hips pounded into you with a harsh pace. You guttered nonsense as you quickly held onto his shoulders for support. the overstimulation flourishing on your cunt as his cock disappeared inside of you. "I-I love you..."

He kissed your nose gently. Yoongi stayed still until you came, cunt squirting around his cock with need. He moved his cock out slowly before filling you back in, his hot tip reach your cervix. a smile on his lips as he continued to repeat his desperate actions. a yearn in him to hear you moan in his ears louder. to make sure his cockhead reached your soft spot good enough that you would be whimpering under him as his cock perfectly managed to hit your g-spot. yoongi sucked on your skin, groaning against it as your pussy clenched around him. you were so perfect. his fingers dived into your hair as you milked his dick dry. his pace got sloppier, soft grunts escaping his throat as you legs wrapped him closer to you. yoongi pushed himself until he was deep inside of you, cumming with a loud moan leaving his lips. limbs comforting each other as the stars shined brightly until the sun outshined them once again.

the constant fear of you leaving had vanished in yoongi. replaced with a loving emotion that never left him once. While you slept in his arms, he eyed you. his fingers tracing over your arms, "I really do love you." And he meant that. That's why no one was ever around the area his apartment was in. He made sure the cameras he brought were in use to protect his territory from trespassers. buying red, bold signs to keep people out of what's supposed to be kept hidden, and for anyone who didn't listen, there's a reason he bought a shotgun. he killed anyone that passed the border between your world and reality. it's really the main reason for the cameras that were placed everywhere: inside and outside.

And as time passed rather quickly, your stomach grew and your tits swelled with milk. yoongi couldn't contain the pure excitement when he found out. you were pregnant with his child; a family both of you were able to grow out of dreams. yoongi smiled as he talked day and night, chuckling as he pressed his ear and hands to your stomach. he couldn't be happier that everything he dreamt of was finally happening.

All he had to do was wait and the perfect family he had planned for years prior had been achieved. you were clueless to everything he'd done, maybe cause of the constant drugs that he put in your food and drinks. secretly hiding away inside the locked cabinets. yoongi's lips kissed your head with softness while you carried his tiny daughter in your arms after nine months of constant patience and care. "I really do love you, __." the tears that swelled up in your eyes reminding you of your past; memories that once rested coming back to haunt you. you felt the knot inside your throat, the disgusting taste of wanting to throw up because of the gruesome sight in front of you. The doctor's snow-colored coat was splattered with his own blood. he was dead, stabbed to death by your yoongi. the knife in the middle of his chest tensing you up along with the other harsh cuts against his skin. "I had to", was all he repeated, "for our baby." his fingers gently wiping the tears from your cheeks, "say it." You felt like you couldn't breathe during that moment. everything was taking you back to day one. "i-", you paused as your voice trembled, "i love you." the pile of blood grew, drowning out the wooden floor. a faint pink colored yoongi's cheeks, "i love you more."

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[yourmanz-sodapop]

Welcome one welcome all! I hope you all enjoy this humble blog Dreaming With BTS

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[namjoonboo]

Could you do jealous power bottom suga with sub top male reader when suga is jealous that male reader is paying attention to namjoon and not him and end up punishing reader smut

Give me your attention boy.

Suga x male reader

Warnings: power bottom! Suga, sub top! Male reader, heavy smut, jealous! Suga, very small angst, mentions of 3 rounds,

A/N: RAAAH I love this request!!, I just love power bottoms so much<33

♡♡♡

Suga was burning in jealousy right now. His eyebrows frowning and his eyes looking straight at his boyfriend named Y/N. Why would suga be so mad right now? Well it started when Suga was telling Y/N that they should go to this cool amusement park for their date. Y/N smiled and he agreed to go with him.

But when they got there, a voice called their names "Yoo Y/N and Suga!!" When they turned around they saw namjoon with jimin. "Oh hey!!" Y/N said back to them. Suga was shocked to see namjoon and jimin at their date.

After that incident, namjoon and Y/N started to have a conversation about stuff. Suga's eyes were burning on Y/N's back.

'Why would Y/N give me attention on our date and talk to namjoon instead!' Suga thought in his head with burning jealousy. "Hey suga, are you ok?" Jimin said making sugas thoughts go away and bring his attention to jimin. "Yeah of course I am!!, why did you ask?" Suga said while one of his eyes was twitching.

Jimin look shocked to see suga act out of character. "Oh I was just, wondering. You well... looked mad." Jimin emitted. Suga look back at Y/N and saw him and namjoon laughing and smiling while their conversation.

'Ugh! Why is Y/N smiling and laughing with namjoon' Suga thought to himself looking down with anger. He was just so jealous of namjoon. He wished he could be the one talking to Y/N right now and now namjoon. He wished Y/N was smiling and laughing with him. They could have been having fun at this amusement park but no. Jimin obversed suga for a while now thinking to himself, 'what is suga thinking about?'

.....

"Bye namjoon!!' Y/N said waving to namjoon and walking over to his boyfriend. When Y/N walked to suga, Y/N felt something was wrong with him. "Hey babe" Y/N said to suga kissing his cheek. Suga didn't say anything back and just looked away. Suga didn't want to look at his boyfriend right now. He was thinking ways to.. punish Y/N.

After there time at the amusement park, Y/N was driving home, suga was currently in the passenger seat. Suga looked at Y/N and slapped his hand on Y/N thigh and made his hand all the way up to Y/N clothed cock.

"S-suga..?, what are you doing? I'm trying to focus on the road." Y/N said with a shakey voice. Suga went to Y/N ear and said "Y/N, when we get home, I want you to get naked right away and I'm going to fucking ride you so god damn hard. This is what you get for not giving me attention."

Y/N's eyes went wide and said nothing. He was too shocked to say anything. Y/N could feel a boner growing in his boxers while suga hand was still on his crotch. But he tried to ignore sugas hand and continued to focus on the road.

Y/N let out a groan when suga started to rub down on his crotch. "Fuck s-suga.." Y/N said whimpering. Suga smirked and felt even more horny watching Y/N whimpering. "I cant wait to see you break from me riding you." Suga said smiling making eye contact with Y/N when there was a red light.

"Oh my god, Y/N your so handsome."

.....

When they got home, Y/N could feel suga say "go in the bedroom, when I get there, I want to see you naked." Y/N rushed to the bathroom and closed the door and quickly took off his belt and took off the rest of his clothes. Y/N on their shared bed and sat down embarrassingly waiting for suga while naked.

Y/N looked up to see suga entering into the room naked with his perfect thighs and ass. Y/N couldn't take his eyes off suga amazing body. "You cant get your eyes off of me, huh?" Suga said climbing up to the bed. And then suga grabbed Y/N face and roughly slammed their lips together and roughly made out with Y/N while they were still naked.

When Y/N put his arms around sugas waist when suga was exploring his mouth, suga slapped Y/N arms "ah ah ah, no touching me yet." Suga said grabbing Y/N shoulders. Suga looked at Y/N nightstand and tried to look for Y/N's lube. When he finally found it, he put some on his hand and put some on your cock and put some on his hole.

And suga slammed right now on your cock. "A-AHHH..~" Y/N moaned loudly at how roughly suga went down on him. Suga didn't have any mercy and started to roughly ride Y/N out of jealousy and anger. Suga put his hands on Y/N shoulders and put his lips on Y/N's chest and roughly gave him hickeys while riding him.

The overstimulation was sending Y/N shivers down his spine. Suga was a power bottom since day one in your guys relationship. He always took control no matter what. But he wasnt always this rough with Y/N's dick. Only when you misbehaved. But right now, it was so much. The skin slapping in the room was very loud if someone heard it.

"OH MY GOD-AHH..!!~ T-T-TOO.. MUCH AHH..!!" Y/N's head went back when he felt close. "Oh my go-god babe. Ah.." suga said biting his lip when Y/N's cock hit his prostate every time. It felt like Y/N's cock was getting sucked so much. When you were about to release, suga didn't let you. "Your not able to cum big boy. Since you gave all of your attention to namjoon, I was planning riding you three times. And maybe I will let you cum in me."

Y/N face flushed and look up at suga. Y/N would be a giant mess after this...

....

Made by namjoonboo on January 4th 2023

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[male-reader-haven]

Trying something new...

Hey guys! I know I've been gone for a while. A lot has happened in just a few months in my life, and I'm sorry I haven't been active. A few months ago my long-term boyfriend and I separated, and that's been tough. On top of everything, a very close friend of mine passed away, and I've only just recently begun coming to terms with it. Despite everything, I still love writing and want to continue, I'm just going to be changing a few things. All I ask is for patience and understanding as I work through this!

What's NOT changing:

No x Female Reader

Mostly BTS and SKZ content

My wack ass schedule

What's new:

Formatting change

Reworking my Masterlist

No longer taking a queue of requests

Suggestions always open rather than requests

Taking my good old time so I don't burn out

Longer stories with multiple parts!!!!!

I hope you all will bear with me as I change things up a bit. I know it can be disappointing since I won't be taking requests anymore, but you guys gotta understand the sheer volume of requests I've received in my inbox. If I'm being honest? There is a lot that I just don't have any interest in writing. I'm not ashamed of it, since I don't make any profit off writing requests other than for fun, so please understand that I want to enjoy writing! There are a few old requests that I still plan on writing because I do genuinely like them, but please don't message me asking about your request. It's annoying, and makes me want to write it less :) Overall, I am trying something new and writing what I want from now on, and I hope that my works can resonate with people like me, and I hope I can still bring you guys some entertainment and happiness with what I write. To everyone who reads and sticks around even when I'm inactive, thank you, and Jae loves you <3

BIG THINGS ARE COMING!!!!!!!!!

Stay tuned, Jae loves you <3

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[marsrblg]

yoongi fic recs <3

yoongi comforting reader on his period [cw dysphoria] (ftm reader)

cuddling with yoongi (male reader)

vampire yoongi drabble (male reader)

drunk conversations drabble (male reader)

emperor yoongi x manipulative reader [cw murder, legal age gap, sexual themes] (male reader)

playing with yoongi's hair (gn reader)

soft yoongi drabble (gn reader)

royalty au drabble (male reader)

idol au drabble (male reader)

prince yoongi x servant reader (male reader)

yoonkook x nonbinary reader (gn reader)

friends to lovers (gn reader)

late night drive (gn reader)

falling asleep with yoongi (gn reader)

pranking him drabble (gn reader)

bi yoongi x 8th member (male reader)

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[frieschan]

QUERENCIA, chapter 3

(n.) where one feels home ; the place where you are your most authentic self

pairing - hybrid! ot7 x bunny hybrid! male! reader

genre - 18+, college au, hybrid au, fluff, eventual angst, eventual smut, humour

summary - you, a rabbit hybrid away from home to study, run into a group of surprisingly friendly and calm (also very attractive) predators who are a pack and live together suddenly run into your life like a bulldozer. the dull days of your life may turn into days of joy and laughter, or will the days turn into gloom and a sad everafter?

warnings (this chapter) - use of curseword, someone blacking out

word count - 2.9k

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You and Jihoon were staying at your apartment. Having a fun little sleepover since her major was kicking her ass at the moment. It was around mid-morning, 9 am. To your absolute shock, The ocelot hybrid has woken up at a normal-ish time. Only bad part was that she suddenly wanted to bake something at your house, together. You didn't have any baking supplies or appliances, mostly finding yourself to be the type to cook instead of bake.

"C'mon! let's go to the mall and shop!"-

"And you're going to pay..?"

"Hell yeah! I got my allowance from my girlfriend!"

"God I feel bad for her...."

"I'm being a good girlfriend ya know!!"

That was how you found yourself at a mall, with an ecstatic Jihoon, excited to spend every dime and dollar she had on creating baked goods. You were sure you’d be the one doing half, if not all the work though. You and Jihoon arrive at the department store of the mall, her already dragging you to the appliances section to buy the needed equipment. You looked at all the mixers, pots, pans, all the baking galore. They all looked as you expect, pretty much perfect and shiny. One of the mixing stands had caught your eye, it looked like any other mixer but it had an adorable rose-gold color. You just felt the need to have it so you approached it, not minding the wild Jihoon behind you that was close to breaking just about everything in the store. You held your breath as you were about to flip the price tag to show you how much it was, quickly releasing it when you realized it was a good price. As you were about to turn around and tell Youngji about it, your words stuck in your throat as you saw a familiar wolf hybrid

“Hey Y/N! Meet my friends, Namjoon and Hoseok!” Jihoon waved you down from the tool section of the store. You gulped down your nerves and walked to them.

“Hey there bun, we met on the metro right?” Namjoon greeted you with a dimpled smile and hand stretched out. “I’m Namjoon, The wolf you met.”

You took his hand with a shy smile and red cheeks. This certainly wasn’t how you were expecting to see the two of them again. “Y/N, if it isn’t obvious enough I’m a bunny” You laughed nervously.

You then looked at his friend next to him, He was near Namjoon’s height. A fox hybrid. He had sharp features, a perfect nose, high cheekbones, and a heart grin on his lips. He was just as handsome as the rest of the guys you’ve met these days. Seeing as you were looking at him, he introduced himself

“I’m Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi!” He greeted with an excited grin plastered on his face. The moment he had your hand, he shook it aggressively with his tail wagging behind him. Honestly, if he wasn’t a fox, he’d be a dog hybrid with how energetic he is. You loved his energy though! He was like the best friend you never knew you needed. He was honestly adorable, another potential for a mate.

“Anyway, what brings you two here!” Jihoon exclaimed, puffing up her chest and pushing out more of her alcohol-smelling scent. You almost forgot Jihoon was an alpha, and that you forgot to stuff your nose and scent glands with scent blockers.

“Well Jihoon, we were out doing errands for a pack member.” Namjoon answered while Hobi was side-eyeing Jihoon, looking her up and down with distaste on his face and his tail swishing behind his back. It was honestly hilarious

“No wonder! I was about to ask why the great Namjoon was in the baking section when he’d burn a damn house down!”

“Oh fuck off Jihoon, you’d set a neighborhood on fire with your skills.” Namjoon retorted with a roll of his eyes, right before bursting out laughing with Hobi. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the antics of the three.

“Since Hobi and Y/N have the most skill out of us, you two can lead the group while me and Namjoon will just be behind the two of you” Jihoon suggested with a grin, quick to push the two of you to the front with a glint in her eye that you couldn’t understand. I mean, this was Jihoon, she was probably just gonna be weird with Namjoon.

You started walking with Hobi, keeping your eyes straight ahead and trying not to embarrass yourself in front of him. You did take a few quick glances at him and he looked so calm, with a lazy smile on his face to reflect his attitude at the moment. You didn’t notice that with your actions at the moment, you were unconsciously pushing out your scent without knowing.

“I like your scent, Y/N” Hobi softly smiled at you, looking back at him with red cheeks. “It makes me feel calm honestly”

“I’m guessing you like the smell of baked goods?” You giggled softly, taking a deep breath before offering him your wrist. He in return, was quite surprised at your action but welcomed it. Hobi didn’t grab your wrist, but instead just softly smelled your scent gland and smiled. He really is a gentleman. You were grateful that he was an alpha that was one of a kind, an alpha that was kind and treated omegas with respect. He pulled away and offered you a thankful heart grin.

“You can take my wrist if you’d like..”

“Oh no it’s alright, just your scent from here is enough. You were kind of pushing it out a bit..” He teased you and laughed, not a mocking laugh but an amused laugh. His laugh was contagious, it was like something that triggered a domino effect to anyone who heard it, you just happened to be one of those people.

“I mean, I’m not the one that likes my scent.” You laughed with him and smacked his arm lightly with a grin that mirrored his. You saw how his tail was wagging around excitedly and shaked with each one of his laughs.

As the two of you laughed, you didn’t notice how Jihoon and Namjoon were somewhat conversing seriously. Their tails still, their gazes were neutral and close to cold. Jihoon’s arms were behind her back while Namjoon’s were crossed.

“You’re interested in courting Y/N to be packmate?” Jihoon said cooly and glared at Namjoon, close to baring her teeth at him. Namjoon simply nodded at her, keeping his stance and showing he isn’t scared of her.

“I’ll have you know, Y/N is my packmember in the pack of my girlfriend and I. You’ll need to get our approval first before you’ll be able to court him. You and your pack better be ready to work for it.”

“We are. My pack and I have already talked about it and we are ready to prove that we are more than capable of taking care of whatever Y/N needs.” 

“Then, we’ll be talking more about this later. When your pack is present and when my girlfriend is present. I’ll talk to Y/N if he’s interested.. And if he’s not..”

Jihoon was quick to move, grabbing Namjoon by his collar even if she was a few inches shorter, the two of them so close together. She made sure to push out more of her scent and to bare her teeth at him. Jihoon was going to show him who had the authority over you between the two of them. Jihoon was also smart enough to make sure the two of you were far enough away so they couldn’t smell the bitterness of her scent currently.

“You better fucking stay away, Namjoon.” Jihoon growled, before dropping his collar and walking away, back to their spot previously behind the two of you. “Good luck, dear pack alpha.” Jihoon mouthed at Namjoon before turning back to you guys and smiling at your interaction with Hobi. Jihoon could see the way you looked at Hobi, the same sparkle in your eye like when you had a boyfriend. Jihoon swore on her life that she will protect you no matter what and no matter what it takes.

“Well, I didn’t know it was already 7 in the afternoon.” You said while glaring at Jihoon, her chuckling nervously in return. “How the hell did we even stay here for 9 hours?!”

Hobi laughed while Namjoon just sighed. “Hobi and I can take you guys home with all the stuff you brought” He offered.

“Are you sure? I live kind of far from the mall.” You said dejectedly, truly you were grateful for the offer, but you were scared to burden the two alphas when you were sure you and Jihoon could find another way home. The alphas were quick to comfort you and pat you on the head, saying that it was more than alright for them to take the both of you home. Little did you know, they had started to smell the rain on your scent which in turn made them worried so they were quick to comfort you.

You watched as the two alphas haul all the stuff into the truck on Hobi’s car, which was a black Porsche Panamera GTS that has Jihoon absolutely awestruck while you were just making silly faces on your reflection that was on the car. The two alphas have succeeded in hauling all the stuff into the trunk, Namjoon’s strength helping well. 

“I’m calling shotgun!” Jihoon said with a grin, before looking at Namjoon with an unreadable expression. It was as if Jihoon was testing him, but you didn’t read too much into the situation. Opting to just get into the car and wait for the rest to also go in.

The car ride was fairly quiet, Jihoon and Hobi occasionally making jokes and talking about how each of them have been, and Jihoon telling Hobi what your address is. You occasionally heard a mention of a ‘Jungkook’ or a ‘Yoongi’ but you were sure it was probably just a coincidence. A lot of people possibly had that name anyway. You decided to just admire the outside, seeing either dozens of trees or dozens of buildings. 

The 4 of you had finally arrived at your apartment. The werewolf and fox quick to get out and bring all the stuff into the lobby and get ready to get on the elevator, you and Jihoon trying to help but the other two were adamant about letting the ladies do minimal work. Now you were in your apartment, organizing all the stuff while Jihoon kept Hobi and Namjoon entertained. You couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but with Jihoon’s chatty nature, you were sure she kept the two of them busy. Just as you finished putting the last piece of equipment into one of your cabinets, you rushed into the living room.

“I apologize if my apartment is a bit small and messy, I didn’t have time to clean it” You smiled apologetically at Hobi and Namjoon. “Jihoon also made a big mess.” Which was followed by a chorus of complaints from the ocelot and laughs from the fox and wolf. 

“Don’t worry about it bun, Hobi and I are about to leave anyway.” Namjoon said dejectedly, wanting to stay a bit more in your apartment. Hobi looked just the same as his pack member. “Namjoon needs to continue doing his nerdy things and I need to rehearse for a dance competition.” 

Your ears had perked up when you heard the word dance from Hobi’s mouth. He did look lean but flexible like a dancer. “Since the both of you are leaving, I’ll give you two my number so we can talk more and maybe hangout next time?” You smiled, hoping they’d accept and that the three of you would grow closer. Namjoon looked at Jihoon with a questioning glance, Jihoon responding with a nod. The two of them jumped up from the couch to copy your number and save it, after that they bid goodbye and left your apartment.

“They were really nice..” You whispered with a big grin, quick to drop onto the couch and giggle like a highschool girl with a crush.

“You like them?” Jihoon asked, looking up at her with a thinking face. You nodded. 

“I don’t know if they like me though, or even if their pack would want me in.” 

“Oh trust me ‘mega, they do like you.” She smiled while patting your head, careful not to brush your ears on accident. “They’re a 7 member pack, with only alphas.” 

You looked at Jihoon, shocked, and confused on why it sounded somewhat familiar.

“Their pack is interested in courting you ‘mega… I trust Namjoon and Hobi enough to let them court you, but Yuna and I need to talk to their pack first. Is that alright?” Jihoon said softly, you looked up at her with the happiest grin and eyes that held a big sparkle.

You jumped up from your position and tackled Jihoon from her spot on the couch, hugging her and squealing about how thankful you were. Then you started getting emotional, tears prickling and about to burst while your lips were shaking.

“Do you think.. Do you think they’ll be better than him? Do you think I’ll finally try love again?” You whispered while hugging Jihoon tight. You could feel her rubbing your back and comforting you to the best of her abilities.

“I know they’ll be better than him ‘mega, he never deserved you.. He was nothing but garbage and you were just too deep in it.” Jihoon comforted you, one hand rubbing your back and the other scratching behind your ear.

“Would you like me to get Yuna to come here and we’ll have a big cuddling sesh while watching netflix?”

“Yes please..”

Right now, you were walking home in the rain from your classes. There were only three classes that lasted around an hour and 10 minutes. You had your headset on, playing some piano instrumentals. Your left hand was holding the umbrella while the right was hugging your shoulder tote close. The rain wasn’t too hard but it was safer to not drive in the weather. The path you were taking was a path that not a lot of people took, not that it was those sketchy alleys, but it was more because it was a residential area that was mostly full of old people. 

As you walked, you noticed a man crouched and hunched over a box, he had an umbrella covering him and the box and he was seemingly trying to grab what was inside. That was until you heard it, you heard the whimpers of a bunny. The moment you heard it, you immediately sped-walk to the same box the man was huddled over, in fear and worry of what was wrong with the bunny.

The man saw you and was worried about what you were about to do, but when he got a glimpse of your rabbit ears, he knew it was better to let you do what you wanted. 

“Oh god, is the bunny alright?”

“I’m not sure, I just saw it out here while walking to the convenience store.”

You started to feel the worry bubble up inside you and you didn’t notice you started lightly thumping your foot. The man looked at you and you looked back. He had plushy lips and slightly chubby cheeks. You could see his leopard ears and his tail curled up underneath him, seemingly trying to avoid the rain. His dark brown and curly hair were a pretty contrast to his brightly colored ears. You then got hit by his scent, it was a smell of toasty wood, indicating he is an alpha.

“I feel like it’d be better if you were the one to take the poor thing home, I don’t think it would like being surrounded by me and my pack. Plus, you are also a rabbit.”

You nodded in response, putting your umbrella in between your armpit and grabbing the box and hugging it to your chest. It had a singular bunny, it was a black bunny that reminded you of your nieces and nephews. The leopard introduced himself as Jin and asked for your number, so he could ask for updates on the bunny and help take care of it. 

“It was nice meeting you Jin and I hope you make it home safely.”

You dictated your number before giving him a thankful smile and walking away, making sure to be cautious with the rabbit. 

After 10 minutes of walking home with the bunny, you arrived home and rushed to get inside your house. Texting Jihoon about the situation and deciding it’d be better if the bunny stayed at theirs instead of your home. Your home was too much of a mess from the wild baking you and Jihoon had been doing from last night while Yuna was watching. Jihoon was quick to arrive at your house, pick up the bunny and give you a nod of good luck. You knew she had a soft spot for bunnies and rabbits alike because her mate and her best friend were both one.

As you sighed and leaned back into the couch, you could feel yourself growing more weak and weak, and it felt like you couldn’t function properly. You tried to get up to get a glass of water, until your vision started to develop black spots and you just dropped.

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