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a small drabble about how yoongi is sick of hearing his roommate talk about how cute the new guy next door is, so he does something about it.
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a short tale about convincing mr. min yoongi that he’s sick and should really take a day off.
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Originally posted on: Archive of Our Own, under the pseud jeonsbbg
Description: A small drabble about how Yoongi is sick of hearing his roommate talk about how cute the new guy next door is, so he does something about it.
More under the cut.
As you lounged on the couch, the remote in one hand and a handful of chips in the other, a knock sounded on the door. You turned around to look at it, before glancing into the kitchen to where your roommate Yoongi was preparing lunch.
"Yoongi, someone's at the door." You mumbled, before opening your mouth widely and shoving said chips into your mouth.
"Stop being a lazy ass and go open it." The blond muttered, too busy chopping up tomatoes to deal with you. With a roll of your eyes, you grabbed a towel and wiped your flavouring-covered hand on it and attempted to chew the food in your mouth. It took you a few tries, but you eventually got it down. You glanced at yourself to make sure your outfit was clean and you looked decent before opening the door.
"Oh, hi!" Your neighbour said. He'd moved into the unit next to you and Yoongi a couple of days ago, and you couldn't deny that he was super cute. He looked to be either around your age or younger, with clear skin and a head full of dark brown hair. His eyes were dark as well, and his lips were full and pink. That's when you realised you'd been quiet for far too long and snapped out of your haze.
"Hello!" You replied, raising your hand in a slight wave. "What can I do you for?" You asked, head tilting to the side.
"I was just wondering if you had any sugar I could borrow." He said, a small smile gracing his face as he watched at you.
"Well-" You began to say, only to be interrupted by your roommate.
"Oh, take [Y/N], they're as sweet as can be." Yoongi said, before pushing you out into the hallway and shutting the door behind you. Your neighbour chuckled as you muttered a curse under your breath. You pushed down on the door handle, only to realise that Yoongi had locked it.
"Min Yoongi I swear to every god if you don't open this door right now!" You yelled, kicking the door with your bare foot. You winced in pain, now realising that wasn't a good idea.
"Wow, is being out here with me so bad that you'd maim yourself to get away?" The neighbour asked with a raised brow. A blush rose to your cheeks as you shook your head and mumbled 'no' several times.
"It's not that; Yoongi's making lunch and I'm starving. I don't know when he's gonna let me back in." You explained.
"I'll let you in when you finally get his number and stop telling me how cute he is! I've got a boyfriend already, thanks!" Yoongi called from the other side of the door. You dropped your head into your hands, vowing silently to choke Yoongi as soon as he let you back in.
"So, [Y/N], I'm cute eh?" Neighbour Boy asked, a crooked grin now on his face.
"Oh, don't act like you don't know you look good, Mr....?" You trailed off, waiting for his name.
"Jeongguk. So, I moved up from cute to good looking. This is an honour." He replied, that infuriating grin still on his face.
"We've known each other for all of two minutes and I'm ready to drop kick you." You muttered, turning away and beating on the door with a closed fist.
"If you do that you'll never get my number, then you'll never get your lunch. Be nice~" Jeongguk sing-songed, causing you to scrunch your face up at him.
"I'm so sorry I threatened to drop kick you, O Great Hot One. What can I do to ever make it up to you?" You said, placing your hands together and bowing to the cocky boy in front of you.
"Take me out to lunch this weekend." He said simply, pulling a pen out of his pocket.
"Why would I take you out to lunch? It's your fault I'm out here missing my lunch." You said. He took your arm as he scribbled something onto your forearm.
"Because I just got you back into your apartment so you're not missing your lunch. You're welcome." Jeongguk replied, capping the pen and slipping it into his pocket. You watched him as he walked back to his unit, leaving you there with ten numbers on the inside of your arm and an astonished look on your face.
Well, Jeongguk may have not gotten any sugar today, but you just might give him some eventually if your cards played out well.
Originally posted on: Archive of Our Own, under the pseud jeonsbbg
Description: A short tale about convincing Mr. Min Yoongi that he’s sick and should really take a day off.
More under the cut.
"[Y/N], I have to go to practice!" Yoongi said, shoving the thermometer away from you. You let out a noise of frustration and pushed his hand down, shoving the thermometer to his pink lips.
"Yoongi, just let me take your damn temperature!" You yelled, smacking his hand away when it came up to yank the medical device out of your hand. Your free hand came up to squish his cheeks, his lips puckering up and opening, but he held his teeth tightly together. With a sigh, you used a different tactic. In a flash, you brought your face up to his, smashing your lips together. His hand on your arm fell away limply and he let out a groan, giving you the opportunity to slip the thermometer in between your mouths. It was under his tongue before he could blink, and his eyes shot open when he felt the cold metal in his mouth and his lips slammed shut again. In a few seconds, it beeped and you pulled it from his mouth.
"Can you let me go now?" He asked boringly. "It's probably nothing."
"Yoongi," You started, a hand flying up to push his fringe up to feel his forehead. "You're at 103 degrees. You're burning up." You said with concern. Leaning up, you pressed a kiss to his cheek and patted his shoulder lightly. "You're staying home."
"I can't! We start filming in two days, I don't have time." He said, moving to get off of the bed.
"Hey, remember when I got really sick the night before finals?" You asked, thinking back to last year, how you'd made yourself sick studying for the final exams you needed to graduate your final year of college.
"Of course. You were delusional." Yoongi replied, bending down and pulling on his shoes. "I had to sit on you to keep you from studying." He said, making his way to the kitchen. You followed, watching him pull out two water bottles from the fridge. He downed one as he waited for a response.
"And when I threatened to leave you if you didn't let me study?" You continued, as he opened the second bottle and drank half of it in one go. As he did this, you pulled out your phone and began looking something up as he responded.
"I showed you all the damn symptoms you had since you refused to believe you were actually sick." He said. "Why?"
As an answer, you handed him your phone and took the bottle out of his hands.
"Read the title of that article for me?" You asked.
"Diseases and Conditions: Fever." He said stoically, glaring down at the phone screen.
"Next?"
"Symptoms. Sweating, shivering, headache, muscle aches, loss of appetite, dehydration, general weakness." He read, before dropping the phone on the table. "I don't have any of those. I'm not sick."He finished stubbornly.
"Really? So I could just..drink this? I won't get sick?" You asked, wiggling the plastic bottle in your hand. Yoongi cared more for your health than his most days, and if he was really sick he wouldn't let you catch it as well. The look in Yoongi's eyes was telling you not to do it, but you brought the bottle to your lips. Just as they were about to meet the lip of the bottle, he hurriedly yanked it from your hand. A laugh came from your smiling mouth as he threw the bottle away and stomped to the bedroom.
"Baby, come on!" You yelled as he left.
"I'm gonna go watch tv and sleep!" He yelled back, the bedroom door shutting loudly. He wasn't actually angry at you, it was probably the fact that he was wrong and that he'd have to skip practice.
After a few minutes of calling the boys and Bang PD about Yoongi's absence, you looked up a good recipe for chicken noodle soup. You spent a good hour making sure everything was cooked nicely and thoroughly before ladling it all into a bowl. You placed it on a tray, along with some bread and a glass of water. You tapped the edge of the doorframe with your foot to alert Yoongi you were coming in. He looked up sleepily from his phone and a small smile appeared on his face at the sight in front of him.
"Babe, you didn't have to." He mumbled, rubbing at his eyes before reaching his hands out for the tray. You handed it over and he sat up, patting at the spot next to him. "Come finish movie with me." He said. You crawled into the bed lightly, careful not to jostle the tray too much. He looped an arm around your shoulders and tucked you into his side.
"I shouldn't be this close to you." You noted, your face scrunching up lightly. In response, Yoongi faked a cough as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. You swatted at his cheeks, a small squeal coming out of the back of your throat. "Disgusting!"
"Disgustingly cute, you mean," Yoongi added with a grin. You didn't reply, only pressed yourself closer to him as the two of you watched the movie in comfortable silence.
God, Yoongi thought. Why can't I be sick all the time?
Originally posted on: Archive of Our Own under the pseud jeonsbbg
Description: "Pfft, you're so nosy."
"Can't I be nosy about the girl I plan on making mine?"
More under the cut.
“Goodbye, honey! Be safe out there!” Lana called out, watching you as you walked through the dark parking lot to get to your car.
“I will! Get home safe!” You replied to the librarian before climbing into your car and letting out a deep sigh. You’d been at the library until closing time thanks to a science project, and you hadn’t even noticed it was night until Lana told you she had to lock up. You smacked your cheeks lightly and began the car, pulling out of the lot and into the streets of the busy city. As you turned a corner, a memory pushed itself to the forefront of your mind as you spotted a familiar building.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You rushed out, quickly setting the pot down and shoving napkins into the man’s hands. You’d accidentally overfilled his coffee mug and the steaming liquid had run down the table and straight into his lap.
“How clumsy can you be!” The man let out, causing your heart to beat even faster. God, it was your first day on the job and you were going to be fired already. You opened your mouth to reply when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning your head, you found a boy your age looking at you sympathetically.
“Hey, Bonnie, how ya been? Can’t believe you came into work so soon after the surgery.” He said, the look in his eyes telling you to roll with it.
“I wasn’t going to at first, but how else am I supposed to get myself through med school?” You replied.
“Oh, I apologise for yelling! It’s fine, really, my anger just got the best of me.” The man suddenly said, wiping up the remains of the coffee from his pant leg before pressing $20 into your hand. “I hope you get better soon.” He said before leaving. A grin appeared on your face as you turned to the boy, bills gripped tightly in your hands.
“Hi, I’m Jeongguk.”
You snapped back to reality, thankful for the car blaring its horn at you for sitting at a green light for too long. You peeled off, wanting to get home and stop reliving the past you wished you hadn’t lived in the first place. As a distraction, you turned the radio on, successful in not remembering anything else until you got to the parking lot of the residence hall. You gathered all of your things and trudged to your dorm, opening the door and dropping everything on the couch.
“Aw, this is cute,” Jeongguk said with a laugh. “I live off-campus, so I never bothered to check out the dorms.”
“Cute my ass; living with three other people is a curse.” You replied, hanging your purse on a hook near the door and slipping your heels off. After a few dates, you’d decided this was the one where you showed him where you lived. The two of you had just gotten back from dinner celebrating your birthday when you convinced him to come inside for some ice cream. He’d eaten you under the table, consuming three bowls to your one, and then decided he wanted to see your room.
“Pfft, you’re so nosy.” You’d said, reaching your hand out so he could pull you up from the couch.
“Can’t I be nosy about the girl I plan on making mine?” He said, pulling you to him and wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you led him to your room.
“Oh, how smooth.” You laughed out, opening the door to reveal the room. It wasn’t much, really. It looked like your average room, with posters and books and clothes scattered about.
“Is that a thong I see?” He asked, causing you to let out a yelp to jump on the lace thong sitting plainly on your pillow.
“Listen, I had to wear this with the dress I was gonna wear tonight before I chose this one!” You said, balling up the infuriating undergarment and throwing it into the hamper.
“Do you have one on now?” Jeongguk asked, a smirk forming on his face. He walked toward you slowly before his hand grabbed at the hem of your dress.
“Well, why don’t you find out, nosy?”
You hung your jacket up and kicked your shoes off, leaving them in the middle of the living room. You wandered into one of the bathrooms and prepared yourself for bed. Thank god you didn’t have classes until next week thanks to the rain. You finished up and clicked the light off before getting to your room and throwing yourself into bed. Out of boredom, you flipped through your various social medias. A picture of your ex-roommate appeared, bringing back the flood of bad memories.
“You did what with him!?” You yelled, throwing the porcelain mug in your hand at her head.
“I had to make sure he was faithful! Which, by the way, he is.” The girl added, dodging another glass.
“You tried to fuck my boyfriend! You actually drove to his fucking apartment, and convinced him to try and have sex with you! I knew you were pining after him, but I figured the infatuation would stop once we’d been together for a year!” You screamed, marching to her room and kicking the door open.
“What are you doing!?” She yelled as you ripped the posters off of her walls and threw them into the living room. Her clothes and electronics soon followed, not a shred of remorse in your body for the cracked phone that just hit the wall.
“Get the fuck out!”
With a sigh, you locked your phone only for it to light up again. Your breath hitched in your throat as his picture flashed on the screen; a face you hadn’t seen in months.
“Babe, I’m not mad at you.” He said, his hands gripping your shoulders as you hung your head, too ashamed to even look at him.
“I’m mad at myself. I should have known she’d do something like this.” You let out, hands wiping furiously at your eyes.
“You couldn’t have known. Please, look at me.” He pleaded, hands pulling yours away from your face and pushing your face up. You focused on the way his lips quirked slightly, just from getting your attention.
“I can’t do this.” You said.
“What? I’m not holding anything against you. Don’t walk out on me.” He retaliated, his hands clasped around yours.
“I think it’s best if I just leave you alone. God knows what else she could try. And I’m a mess; you’ve probably been looking for a way out for ages.” You mumbled. He opened his mouth to say something but you hurriedly stood and backed away.
“Baby, please .” He said, voice ragged.
“I love you.”
You don’t think you’d ever hit the answer button as fast as you did just then. You put the phone to your ear, not saying anything but just breathing quietly.
“Bon? It’s been months, you gotta talk to me eventually.” Jeongguk said, voice light like you didn’t leave him in the middle of the quad by himself all those months ago.
“What am I supposed to say?’’ You asked, voice small.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sound so....vulnerable. Are you okay?” He asked, concern evident in his voice.
“I’m just tired. I’ve been staying up late to finish this project and–– wait. It’s about to be 1am, what do you want, C?” You asked, reverting back to the habit of calling him that dumb nickname the student body would call the two of you.
“Everyone wants to know when Bonnie and Clyde are getting back together. Quite frankly, I am too. Also, if you’re so tired, why are you on Twitter?” He asked.
“Firstly, I’ve been having trouble sleeping; I’ve had issues since even before we dated. And secondly, I just..don’t know. Help me out here. Give me the motivation to get my ass into gear.” You replied, only to hear the line go dead. You were just about to let out a loud curse when he appeared in your doorway, dressed like he lived here. You sat up quickly, shutting your eyes as colours danced across your vision. When you opened them, Jeongguk was standing above you, a small grin on his face.
“How’d you get in?” You asked as he sank onto the bed, positioning your legs so they were on his lap.
“The key that you never took back.” He said, pulling out his keychain and selecting the bright red key. “But enough about me. Let’s get you to bed.” He finished, pulling up the comforter and throwing it over the both of you. He repositioned himself so his body was parallel to yours, and threw a pillow over your face.
“How is this supposed to help me sleep?” You asked, voice muffled. All you received as a muttered ‘shut up’ as he curled his body around you and began singing softly.
You missed this. Maybe it was time Bonnie and Clyde got back together.
this will be the official tumblr where i’ll keep all of my writing. i’ve written many different things under several different names over the years, so i figured that i should just combine them. i’ve written as:
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bluneighbourhood on wattpad
i’m currently writing as bluneighbourhood and jeonsbbg on archive of our own. the first pseud is for my harry potter works, and the second is for kpop related ones.
what i plan on doing is slowly taking and reformatting stories and oneshots from my other profiles (including my current ones!) onto here.
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