“Life’s gonna be okay as long as you have Yoongi by your side.”
Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader
Genre: established relationship!AU, Fluff, Comfort
Warnings: she struggles with her people pleasing tendencies, and he is there for her, this is honestly so comforting, i wrote this solely for me bahahaha
Wordcount: 1.4k
a/n: i'm such a people pleaser and it's gonna be death of me one day JFJADFJ i wrote this because i was struggling with something and i needed my comfort boongie to tell me that everything is gonna be okay again. i could have kept this private but i wanted to share it with you besties just in case somebody needs to hear the same things <3 if i can comfort only one person with this story, i'm already happy 🧡
You are feeling anxious. To the point where you are pacing and biting your nails. You have a problem and it’s really ruining your quality of life. And you know the only thing which will help. Your boyfriend.
Yoongi, said boyfriend, is currently in the garden, taking care of the lawn.
“My love?”
“Yes, princess?” He sets the scythe aside, giving you his full attention.
“Can I talk to you? I’m struggling with something right now and I can’t handle it alone.”
“Of course you can talk to me. What’s wrong, my love?” He instantly agrees, dropping the scythe and his gloves.
“Can I get a hug first?”
“Of course. Come here.”
He closes the distance to give you a hug.
He is hot and sweaty from working outside in the sun, but you don’t really mind. His hug feels so good.
“Is this helping?”
“Yeah, thank you. You’re so warm.”
“I know, sorry. I’m sweating, it’s disgusting.”
“No, it’s okay. I don’t mind your sweat.”
“You’re weird.”
You snicker, snuggling closer. Yoongi chuckles, petting the back of your head.
“Can you really squeeze me just once? Like, really really hard?”
Yoongi listens, squeezing you in his strong arms and against his chest. Not hard enough to hurt you, but still with enough strength that you feel the pressure. It squeezes a sound of relief out of you.
“Harder.”
He increases the pressure.
“Wow, yes.”
Yoongi smiles to himself. He feels very needed right now and this is a nice feeling to experience. Especially when he knows that he is useful for you, his beloved princess.
You exhale deeply, “okay, I’m good. Thank you. You can step back now.”
“Okay, princess.”
He kisses your cheek before stepping back. He keeps contact with you by rubbing your upper arms and giving you eye contact.
“Thank you. You just changed me.”
He chuckles, “whenever you need it again.”
“Yeah, thankies. Can I tell you my problem now?”
“Of course, tell me.”
“Can we walk? I can’t stay still.”
“Sure. Let’s walk. It’s perfect weather for a walk.”
“Yeah.”
“Do you want to hold hands?”
“Yes, so much.”
So you and he hold hands, wandering through the big garden side by side.
“Now tell me.”
“I’m literally so stressed out. I don’t know what to do. You know the magic convention in Belgium I got an invitation for?”
“I do. Yeah. You are very excited for it.”
“Okay so, you know how I wanted to meet up with someone there?”
“Yes.”
“Cool okay. Now I’m literally losing my mind because the one witch coven goes to it too and they asked if we should drive there together and I said yes. And now they want to book an apartment together too, but I already planned to book the other one.”
“Oh no.”
“It’s stressing me out because now I’m scared that I’m gonna fuck it up. The coven said that they will share an apartment which means no privacy for me.”
“A fucking nightmare.”
“It’s the worst thing ever. But I’m scared that I will fuck it up with the coven if I only drive with them but not stay in the apartment.”
“I see.”
“Another thing. The coven already talked about getting no sleep and partying all four days. And this makes me want to cry.”
“So why are you even considering this option?”
“Because I’m scared that they’re gonna think of me badly because I only drive with them but don’t stay at the same place. And because I want to meet other people too. I just don’t wanna be seen as an ass or disappoint them.”
“And why should you compromise your boundaries and comfort like that?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m sure that anyone in the coven wouldn’t feel bad for meeting other people at the convention. They would also book a private room if they felt like it. You don’t have to feel bad for doing normal adult stuff.”
“But I-”
“No buts, my love, making yourself palpable to other people shouldn’t mean at the cost of your own comfort. You said that the apartment situation would be a nightmare for you and you’re allowed to make this trip comfortable for you.”
“You think so? What if people don’t get it?”
“Then they don’t get it and they can get fucked. Your comfort matters, my love. Do what makes you most comfortable and which makes you look forward to this trip rather than tread it.”
“So it doesn’t make me a bad person?”
“Not at all. It makes you a person with boundaries and if anyone can’t respect that, they’re showing their true face and you can be glad.”
“Because I can cut them out of my life?”
“Exactly. Because you can remove them from your life. People who respect you, will also respect your boundaries and your decisions. Anyone else?”
“Can get fucked.”
“Exactly. Good job, princess. I’m proud of you.”
You giggle, hugging his waist. He stops and hugs you back, rubbing your back slowly.
“Thank you for saying this and for helping me. It’s so stupid but even now I only feel confident in my decision because you told me that I’m allowed to. Why am I like this? Why do I need to hear that it’s okay to do something before I do it?”
“Because you were constantly forced to regulate your parents’ emotions at the price of pushing your own down.”
“Oh.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to go this deep.”
“No, it’s okay. You’re right.”
“If it helps, I’m officially giving you permission to do whatever makes you most comfortable from now on and to always fight for your boundaries.”
You smile, “yeah, it helps. Thank you for being so patient with me and for always saying the right things.”
“I love you, princess. I’ll always be patient with you. And for the right thing? I try to bullshit until I get it right.”
He is being funny right now in hopes of making you laugh and it works. You laugh. Yoongi laughs with you, cradling your cheek.
“I like your bullshit. It’s very great.”
“Thanks. I try.”
You lean into his touch, eyes softening.
“And I like you. So much.”
“I like you too, my princess.”
“I want to kiss your lips. Can I?”
He gives you his answer by closing the distance for a gentle kiss. You deepen it just a little by giving his lower lip a soft suck. One he really enjoys with a throaty purr and his thumb caressing your cheek.
You truly charm him by tugging on his lower lip as you break the kiss. His eyes are soft and completely enamored by you.
“This was nice”, he whispers.
“It was.” You caress his cheeks. “You’re so handsome.”
“Thank you. You’re beautiful.”
“Heh. Yoongi, can we walk some more or do you have to get back to your lawn?”
“No, we can walk.”
You and he hold hands.
“I have another question.”
“Tell me.”
“Do you sometimes compromise your boundaries for me?”
“I wouldn’t say so. I like to push my boundaries with you because you make me feel safe and I can grow this way. You know how closed up I was at first, how I didn’t even wanna be touched or looked at. So I definitely pushed them as far as intimacy is concerned, but I did it willingly and because I wanted to feel better.”
“I see.”
“Why?”
“No, just so. I don’t know. I think I’m feeling insecure. I got scared that you only agree to my walks or kisses to please me.”
“That’s not true. I agree to them because they make you happy and they make me happy too. I wanna spend time with you and kiss you. It’s important to me.”
You exhale deeply, “thank you. For being patient.”
“Don’t thank me. You were patient with me too when I was still weird about sex or even cuddles.”
“Of course I was. You’re my love and I want you to be comfortable.”
“I feel the same about you.”
You look at him as if he was your entire world and Yoongi reciprocates it.
“Come here”, he says because he knows instinctively what you crave the most right now. You sink into his embrace, hugging him tightly. It will always be okay again with Yoongi by your side.
summary. in which you convince yoongi to take a (very much needed) break to spend time with you by the beach for a few days
pairing: yoongi x reader
genre: established relationship au, fluff, slightly suggestive :>
word count: 5.5k
content/warnings: oc and yoongi go on a little vacation / yoongi's a tease / weird man hits on oc / they celebrate yoongi’s birthday / allusions to sex / they're just cute and i love them sm
notes: this was supposed to be completely different, but i miss summer and saw an edit on tt so i just has to write this. it’s actually the longest drabble i’ve written :33 asks, comments, liked, reblogs and feedback is always sooo appreciated <3 enjoy reading!!
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The hum of the engine vibrates through the car, the tires rolling steadily against the pavement. The road ahead stretches out like an endless ribbon, disappearing into the horizon where the sky meets the land. It’s late afternoon, the sun casting a golden glow across the landscape, and you can feel the warmth of the light pouring in through the windows.
You glance over at Yoongi, his fingers casually tapping the steering wheel in time with the music playing softly through the car speakers. His face is relaxed, eyes fixed on the road, but there’s an easy sort of smile on his lips. You’ve been on the road for a few hours now, and the miles seem to slip by effortlessly in the quiet comfort of his presence.
But this wasn’t just a vacation for you—it was something you begged him to take. The past few months had been draining for him, the studio consumed by deadlines, the constant pressure of work eating away at him, and you could see it in the way his shoulders had slumped, the exhaustion in his eyes. So, one night, you’d cornered him after he came home late from another long studio session.
"You need this," you’d told him, your voice firm but gentle. "I know you love working, but you can’t keep burning yourself out. We’re going on a vacation. No work, no emails, no studio. Just us."
Yoongi had been reluctant at first, his natural resistance to anything that pulled him away from his music. He’d argued that he couldn’t afford the time off, that there was always something more to do. But you weren’t having any of it. After weeks of subtly nudging, persuading, and finally all but dragging him away from his work, he had finally relented. He hadn’t wanted to admit it, but you could tell he needed it—needed to breathe, to recharge, to remember there was more to life than deadlines and endless tracks.
Now, as you sat beside him in the car, you couldn’t help but smile. The slow, contented sigh he had let out earlier when you mentioned stopping at a beachside seafood restaurant was proof enough that, despite his initial resistance, he was starting to enjoy himself.
"Are you sure we’re heading the right way?" you ask, half-joking, as you stretch in your seat, trying to get comfortable.
Yoongi glances at you, the corner of his lips lifting just slightly. His eyes flicker to the GPS on the dashboard before he glances back at the road. "It’s a road trip," he says, his tone low and a little teasing. "The whole point is to get lost."
You roll your eyes, but the warmth in your chest spreads as you watch him. Yoongi doesn’t exactly love spontaneity, but when it’s the two of you, everything feels easier, more relaxed. His usual sharp edges soften when it’s just the two of you alone on the road, no one else around, no expectations to meet. Just you and him, and the open road.
"I thought we were supposed to be at the beach by sunset," you say, resting your head against the seat, staring out the window at the rolling hills and scattered trees. "The sun’s already dipping."
"We’ll make it," he replies, a smirk playing on his lips. "Besides, the best part of the trip is the drive anyway. We’ll get there when we get there."
You sigh, smiling softly. He’s right, of course. It’s not about rushing to the destination, but enjoying the journey. You love these moments with him, the ones where time seems to stop, and it’s just the two of you, sharing small, simple things. The sound of his voice, the low hum of the car, the quiet sway of the world around you.
You pull your camera from the bag at your feet, the one that’s become almost like a second appendage over the years. You’ve been snapping photos of the road, of the scenery, and of small details as you go. The reflection of the trees in the side mirror. The wind brushing past the rear view. You snap a shot of Yoongi, his profile sharp against the fading sunlight, the warmth of the moment captured forever in the frame.
He notices the click of the camera and turns slightly, his eyes catching yours with a glint of amusement. “Are you planning to take pictures of every mile we drive?”
You laugh, the sound light and carefree. “You make good road trip scenery,” you tease, and his lips curl into that familiar, lazy grin that makes your heart skip.
"Is that so?" he muses, a playful edge creeping into his voice. “Well, don’t forget to capture my good side.”
“I don’t think it matters,” you reply, flipping the camera around to show him the photo you just took. "You look good from every angle."
He glances at the screen, then back at the road. His smile is barely visible but undeniably there. "Shut up," he mutters, but the slight blush on his cheeks tells you everything you need to know.
You grin and settle back in your seat, the sun casting long shadows in the car now. The road continues to wind on, the scenery shifting as you pass small towns and open fields, but all you can focus on is the steady rhythm of the drive and the quiet, contented peace that fills the space between you.
The radio station switches to a new song, a soft ballad filling the air, and you can feel Yoongi’s hand slowly inch toward the dashboard to adjust the volume.
"Are we there yet?" you ask again, though it’s more for the comfort of hearing his voice.
"Almost," Yoongi says with a gentle chuckle. "We’ll stop for dinner first. Anything in particular you’re craving?"
"Something with seafood," you reply, turning slightly in your seat to face him. “Maybe something with a view. Somewhere we can see the ocean.”
You settle back into your seat, the breeze coming in through the open window carrying the faint scent of saltwater. You can't help the content smile that spreads across your face.
“Seafood by the beach sounds perfect,” he says.
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By the time you finally make it to the resort, the sun has almost disappeared below the horizon. You barely caught the last streaks of orange melting into the waves as you checked in, and now, after the long drive and an even longer meal, exhaustion is settling deep in your bones.
The dinner had been worth it, though. Fresh seafood, rich flavours, a cold drink in your hand, and the ocean just outside the restaurant’s windows. Even Yoongi, who had initially grumbled about how full he was getting, had scraped his bowl clean before leaning back in his chair with a satisfied sigh.
Now, the two of you stumble into the hotel room, the dim lighting casting a warm glow over the space. The sliding doors to the balcony are cracked open, letting in the cool night air and the distant rush of waves. The room itself is simple but nice—soft white sheets, a king-sized bed, and just enough space to stretch out after hours spent in the car.
The second your shoes are off, you collapse onto the bed with a groan. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this full and this tired at the same time.”
Yoongi chuckles somewhere behind you, the sound low and tired. “Told you we should’ve stopped eating before the extra side dishes.”
“You’re the one who ordered them,” you remind him, eyes still shut.
There’s the faint rustle of fabric, and when you peek one eye open, you catch him pulling his sweater over his head, tossing it onto a chair before sitting on the edge of the bed. He stretches his arms over his head, his t-shirt rising to reveal a sliver of skin before he sighs and flops onto his back beside you.
“We should shower,” he mutters.
“Mm.” You don’t move. Neither does he.
A few beats of silence pass, the distant sound of the ocean filling the space between you. The exhaustion is pressing in, making your limbs heavy, but there’s something about the quiet that makes you hyper-aware of everything—the slow rise and fall of Yoongi’s breathing, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the salt from the ocean air, the way his arm is just close enough that if either of you shifted, you’d be touching.
You turn your head slightly, looking over at him. His eyes are closed, his features relaxed in a way they rarely are. Without the tension of work, the exhaustion of deadlines, he looks softer, more at ease. It suits him.
“You awake?” you murmur.
“Barely,” he mutters. Then, after a pause, “Are you about to say something that’ll make me regret staying up?”
You smirk. “Just wondering if you’re planning to sleep in jeans.”
Yoongi huffs out a laugh but doesn’t move. “Too tired.”
You roll onto your side, propping your head up on your arm. “You’re really just gonna lie there?”
He finally cracks one eye open, glancing at you with something unreadable in his expression. Then, in one slow movement, he shifts, lifting an arm to rest behind his head, his gaze still on you. “Why? You got other plans?”
It’s casual—his voice, his posture—but there’s something in the way he says it, something teasing yet unreadable, that makes warmth creep up your spine.
You scoff, nudging his leg with your foot. “You wish.”
His lips curve slightly, and he exhales, letting his eyes slip shut again. “Just don’t steal the whole bed.”
You grin, settling back onto your pillow. “No promises.”
A comfortable silence stretches between you, the hum of the waves filling the space. The exhaustion is winning, but your mind is still half-awake, lingering on the fact that this is the first real break Yoongi’s had in months. It feels like a luxury—to be here, away from the weight of responsibilities, with nothing ahead of you but ocean air and slow mornings.
“You wanna wake up early tomorrow?” you ask after a moment.
Yoongi groans. “Why would I ever want to do that?”
You roll your eyes. “Because we’re at the beach. You don’t wanna see the sunrise?”
He cracks an eye open again, looking thoroughly unimpressed. “We barely made it to sunset. What makes you think I’m dragging myself out of bed before dawn?”
You snort, turning onto your back. “Fine. What about a late breakfast, then? Maybe a walk by the water?”
Yoongi hums, considering. “That, I can do. As long as there’s coffee involved.”
“There will be.” You stretch, letting out a deep sigh. “And maybe we can rent some bikes? Ride along the coast?”
Yoongi groans again, but there’s no real protest behind it. “We’ll see.”
You glance over at him, catching the way he’s already half-asleep, his breaths deeper now, his body sinking into the mattress. You don’t push it—he’s here, he’s resting, and that’s enough.
“You better not complain tomorrow,” you murmur, closing your eyes.
There’s no response, just the sound of the waves rolling in. But just as you’re drifting off, you feel the faintest movement beside you—Yoongi shifting slightly closer, the warmth of him barely brushing against your side.
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The sand is warm beneath you, fine grains sticking to your skin as the waves roll lazily onto the shore. The morning sun hangs high in the sky, the gentle breeze off the ocean keeping the heat from becoming unbearable. The rhythmic crash of the waves, distant laughter from fellow beachgoers, and the occasional squawk of seagulls fill the air, but none of it is loud enough to drown out the presence beside you.
Yoongi stretches out on the sand next to you, one arm bent behind his head, sunglasses perched on his nose. He wears a loose t-shirt, his toned arms catching the sunlight, and his dark swim trunks contrast against the golden sand. He looks utterly at peace, limbs loose, expression unreadable behind his glasses—but you know he’s comfortable. You can tell from the way he sighs deeply, like the weight of his usual world has finally started to lift.
You glance at him over the top of your book, watching as he absentmindedly sifts his fingers through the sand, letting it slip between them. He must sense your gaze because he tilts his head slightly in your direction.
“Are you staring at me?” he asks, voice lazy, teasing.
You scoff, lifting the book slightly higher to cover your face. “As if. I was just making sure you weren’t sleeping. You said we’d go in the water soon.”
Yoongi hums in response, the sound deep in his throat. “Mm. You’re the one reading. You’ve barely moved in the last thirty minutes.”
You grin behind the pages. “Maybe because I’m enjoying my book. You should try it sometime.”
“I do read,” he argues, rolling onto his side to face you. His elbow digs into the sand as he props himself up, peering at your book cover. “What’s so interesting that you’d ignore your very handsome, very entertaining vacation partner?”
You roll your eyes. “Handsome? Sure. Entertaining? Debatable.”
Yoongi huffs a short laugh and flicks a bit of sand at your leg, making you gasp dramatically. “Rude,” you mutter, brushing it off.
There’s a beat of silence between you, and when you glance at him, Yoongi is staring at the waves, his expression unreadable. But before you can say anything, he moves, sitting up and reaching for the sunscreen bottle sitting next to your bag.
“You’re going to burn if you stay like that any longer,” he comments, twisting the cap open. “Come here.”
You blink up at him. “I’m fine.”
“Turn around.”
With a dramatic sigh, dog-ear your page and roll onto your stomach, resting your chin on your folded arms. The next thing you feel is the cool touch of sunscreen against your back, quickly followed by the warmth of Yoongi’s hands as he rubs it into your skin.
His fingers work slowly, spreading the lotion across your shoulders, the touch firm but gentle. You try not to shiver at the feeling, the way his thumbs press into the knots in your muscles, moving in slow circles. It’s distracting—so much so that you almost forget to breathe properly.
“You should do this for a living,” you mumble, voice muffled against your arm.
Yoongi chuckles. “Oh yeah? Quit music and become a full-time sunscreen applier?”
You grin. “I mean, I wouldn’t complain.”
His hands pause briefly before continuing their slow, methodical movement down your spine. His voice drops slightly, playful yet laced with something deeper. “Well… I do have a habit of getting my hands all over you, don’t I?”
Your breath catches for just a second, but Yoongi’s fingers don’t hesitate as they move lower, working the sunscreen into your lower back with lazy, practiced strokes.
You huff a soft laugh, though your cheeks feel warm. “Are you flirting with me, Min Yoongi?”
He hums again, slow and knowing. “I don’t know. Am I?”
Your lips part slightly, but before you can answer, Yoongi leans down just a little, voice just above your ear. “You’re lucky we’re in public.”
The warmth spreading through you has nothing to do with the sun anymore.
But just as quickly as the moment settles between you, Yoongi pulls away, tapping your side lightly. “Alright, you’re all set.”
You roll back over, sitting up and stretching your arms, but you don’t miss the small smirk playing on his lips. The knowing glint behind his sunglasses tells you he’s very aware of the effect he has on you.
“You’re insufferable,” you mutter, tossing a bit of sand at him.
Yoongi just grins. “And yet, you love it.”
You don’t deny it. You both know the truth anyway.
The two of you settle into an easy silence, the sounds of the waves filling the air between you. After a few minutes, Yoongi suddenly shifts, reaching into the small cooler you brought with you. He pulls out a bottle of cold water, unscrewing the cap and taking a long sip. Beads of condensation drip onto his chest, the droplets catching the sunlight as they trail down his skin.
You try not to stare. You fail.
Yoongi catches you looking and smirks before holding the bottle out to you. “Thirsty?”
You snatch the water from him, mostly to distract yourself. “Shut up,” you grumble, taking a sip.
Yoongi chuckles, leaning back on his elbows. “What time is it?”
You check your phone. “Almost two.”
He hums. “Lunch soon, then?”
“Sure. You pick.”
Yoongi raises an eyebrow. “You’re really letting me choose?”
“Well,” you say slowly, grinning. “I did already tell you what I want.”
He smirks, tilting his head. “Seafood again, huh?”
You nod eagerly. “Something fresh. Something grilled. Maybe shrimp—ooh, or lobster.”
Yoongi shakes his head in amusement. “Alright, seafood it is. But if we’re doing that, then you’re driving back later. I’m getting a drink.”
“Fine by me,” you say, standing up and brushing off the sand. You reach a hand out to him. “Come on. Let’s go wash off in the water before we leave.”
Yoongi sighs, but it’s not one of protest—it’s that fond, indulgent kind of sigh, the one you’ve learned means he’s willing to follow you anywhere. He takes your hand, letting you pull him up, and with fingers laced together, you both head toward the waves.
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Lunch turns out to be everything you wanted—grilled shrimp, buttery lobster, and fresh oysters, all paired with chilled drinks that taste like citrus and summer. The restaurant is open-air, shaded under a thatched roof with the ocean just a few steps away. A lazy breeze drifts through, ruffling the linen curtains and carrying the scent of salt and grilled seafood.
Yoongi sits across from you, stirring the ice in his drink with a straw, watching as you peel another shrimp with practiced ease. “You were serious about this seafood thing,” he muses, resting his chin on his palm.
You grin, dipping the shrimp into a small dish of sauce. “I don’t play around when it comes to food.”
“I’ve noticed.” He takes a slow sip of his drink, eyes scanning the restaurant. It’s a mix of tourists and locals, couples laughing over shared plates, friends clinking glasses. Somewhere near the bar, a group is taking turns posing for photos in front of the ocean backdrop.
Yoongi checks his phone before glancing toward the entrance. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick. Don’t get kidnapped while I’m gone.”
You roll your eyes. “I’ll try my best.”
He smirks before sliding out of his chair, disappearing into the restaurant. You go back to your plate, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the easy atmosphere—until someone steps into your personal space.
“Hey there.”
You look up to find a man standing beside your table, tanned and confident, a cocky smirk playing on his lips. He’s got the kind of swagger that suggests he’s used to getting what he wants, and unfortunately, his attention seems fixed entirely on you.
“Uh, hi?” You blink, unsure if he’s lost or actually trying to start a conversation.
“I saw you earlier at the beach,” he says, leaning casually against the back of the empty chair Yoongi had just vacated. “Figured I’d say hello.”
You force a polite smile. “Oh. Hi.”
He doesn’t take the hint. “You here on vacation?”
You nod, keeping your answers short in hopes that he’ll get bored and move on. “Yeah.”
His smirk widens. “Same. You know, I’ve been here a few times. I could show you around, take you to some of the lesser-known spots.”
You open your mouth to decline, but before you can, he pulls out his phone. “Here, let me give you my number—”
A shadow falls over the table, and then Yoongi is there, sliding effortlessly back into his seat like he never left. He doesn’t say anything at first, just casually reaches for his drink and takes a slow sip, his expression unreadable behind his sunglasses. The guy straightens, looking slightly caught off guard.
Yoongi sets his glass down and finally speaks, voice even. “Everything good here?”
The man hesitates, glancing between you and Yoongi. “Oh—I didn’t realise you were with someone.”
Yoongi lifts a brow. “Yeah? You do now.” His tone is mild, but there’s something unimpressed about it, like he’s not in the mood for unnecessary conversation.
The guy shifts his weight, trying to play it cool. “No harm in saying hi, right?”
Yoongi doesn’t blink. “Sure. And you’ve done that.”
A beat of silence. The guy forces an awkward chuckle and pockets his phone. “Well, enjoy your vacation.”
You don’t say anything as he turns and walks off, but as soon as he’s out of earshot, Yoongi snorts. “Two minutes. You were alone for two minutes.”
You groan, sinking into your seat. “Don’t even start.”
He smirks, reaching for a shrimp from your plate like it’s his by right. “At least pick a guy with some creativity. ‘I can show you around’—what is this, a budget romance novel?”
You swat his hand away, making him chuckle. “I wasn’t exactly encouraging him.”
“Yeah, I noticed.” He leans back in his chair, looking amused. “You get hit on a lot when I’m not around?”
You shrug, reaching for your drink. “I mean, occasionally. Nothing I can’t handle.”
Yoongi hums, watching you over the rim of his glass before taking another sip. He doesn’t say anything else about it, but you catch the way his fingers tap idly against the table—like something about the interaction lingers in his mind.
The tension dissolves as the conversation shifts back to food, and soon enough, the two of you are making plans for the rest of the day.
“Beach again?” you ask, spearing a piece of lobster with your fork.
Yoongi shakes his head. “Let’s go into town. Check out the local markets.”
You perk up at the idea. “Oh, yes. I want souvenirs.”
“I figured.” He smirks. “Try not to buy useless junk.”
“No promises.”
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By the time you return to the hotel room, the sun is starting to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow through the windows. The scent of saltwater clings to your skin, a lingering reminder of the day spent exploring the bustling local markets and wandering through narrow, winding streets filled with the scent of grilled meat and fresh fruit.
Yoongi drops onto the armchair by the window with a tired groan, stretching his legs out in front of him. “I don’t even want to know how much money you spent.”
You grin, plopping down on the edge of the bed, where a chaotic display of your shopping haul is spread out—a mix of trinkets, postcards, handmade soaps, and a questionable amount of keychains. “I regret nothing.”
Yoongi eyes the mess. “That is a lot of junk.”
“It’s meaningful junk,” you counter, picking up a small woven bracelet and tossing it at him. He catches it easily, turning it over in his fingers with mild interest before slipping it onto his wrist.
He stretches again before pushing up from his seat. “I need a shower.”
“Go for it,” you say, already distracted by sorting through your souvenirs. As soon as you hear the water running, you move quickly, pulling out the real surprise—a small, delicate necklace with a simple silver pendant. It had caught your eye at one of the quieter stalls, and you knew immediately it was perfect for him. Understated but elegant, something he could wear without it feeling too much.
Carefully, you set it down in the centre of the bed, right next to a small cupcake you had managed to smuggle back from the market. A single candle sticks out of it, waiting to be lit. You know Yoongi isn’t one for big, dramatic celebrations, but something small and thoughtful? That, he would appreciate.
As you finish arranging everything, you step back, taking a moment to appreciate the setup. A soft breeze drifts in from the open balcony door, rustling the curtains. The sound of running water from the bathroom hums in the background, and for a moment, anticipation settles over you like a warm blanket. You imagine his expression, the way his features soften when he’s caught off guard by something sincere. You hope this is one of those moments.
When the bathroom door finally swings open, Yoongi steps out, towel-drying his hair, his loose shirt sticking slightly to his damp skin. He pauses mid-step when he sees you sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking far too pleased with yourself.
“What now?” he asks, wary.
You gesture to the bed. “Surprise.”
He glances down, taking in the display. His brows lift slightly at the cupcake, then at the necklace resting beside it. “What’s this?”
“A little something for you,” you say casually, as if his reaction doesn’t make your heart do a small flip. “I know you don’t really make a big deal out of birthdays, but... I still wanted to do something.”
Yoongi exhales a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he steps closer. “You really didn’t have to.”
“Of course I have to, I'm literally you're girlfriend. Besides, I wanted to.”
He picks up the necklace first, running his fingers over the pendant. His expression is unreadable, but you recognise the slight softening around his eyes. “This is nice.”
“I thought you’d like it,” you say, trying not to fidget under his gaze.
Yoongi sets the necklace down and reaches for the cupcake next. “You really got this through the entire day without squishing it?”
“It was a challenge,” you admit. “But I was dedicated.”
He chuckles, shaking his head before looking at you again. “Thank you.”
And just like that, the effort is more than worth it. You grab the lighter from the nightstand, flicking it on and leaning in to light the candle. The flame flickers between you as you meet his eyes, smiling.
“Make a wish, birthday boy.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes at the nickname but doesn’t argue. Instead, he watches the candle for a moment, a contemplative look crossing his face before he leans in and blows it out.
The small wisp of smoke curls upward, and for a second, the room is silent, filled only with the quiet hum of the air conditioner and the lingering warmth of something unspoken between you.
“What’d you wish for?” you ask playfully.
Yoongi smirks, reaching for the necklace again. “Not telling.”
You pout, but the sight of him fastening the necklace around his neck is enough of a reward. It suits him, resting just above the collar of his shirt, catching the dim light of the room. He tugs at it once, adjusting it before glancing at you.
“Looks good?”
You nod, satisfied. “Looks perfect.”
He hums, brushing a hand through his damp hair before sitting on the edge of the bed. “Alright, what else did you buy? Let’s see the rest of this junk.”
You laugh, shoving a bag toward him. “Prepare to be amazed.”
Yoongi starts sifting through the items, making the occasional unimpressed noise, but you can tell he’s entertained. You lean in closer, nudging his shoulder when he scoffs at yet another keychain.
“You’re judging too hard,” you accuse.
“I’m judging just the right amount,” he counters, lips twitching.
You roll your eyes, but before you can respond, Yoongi suddenly tugs at your wrist, pulling you toward him. It’s unceremonious, quick—like he’s just following an impulse without thinking too hard about it. One second you’re sitting up, the next you’re half in his lap, your nose brushing against his.
Your breath catches, but he doesn’t let you linger in uncertainty. His lips press against yours, firm and warm, stealing the last of whatever teasing remark was about to leave your mouth. It’s not slow or dramatic—just easy, natural, like something that should’ve happened ages ago.
When he pulls back, he stays close, his forehead nearly resting against yours. His thumb traces absentmindedly along the inside of your wrist, his expression unreadable but his gaze steady.
“Happy now?” he murmurs.
You exhale a small, breathless laugh. “I mean, yeah. But what was that for?”
Yoongi shrugs, casual as ever. “Felt like it.”
You narrow your eyes at him, but the corners of his lips quirk up like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.
“You’re impossible,” you mutter, but you don’t move away.
“And yet, you like me anyway,” he muses, leaning back against the pillows.
You shake your head, but there’s no real protest in you. Instead, you reach for the bag of souvenirs again, handing him another ridiculous trinket.
“Shut up and look at your presents.”
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The morning moves slowly, stretching like honey between the sheets.
Yoongi is still half-asleep, his face buried in the pillow, hair an absolute mess. The soft rise and fall of his breath is steady, undisturbed, and you take a moment to simply watch him—how the sunlight paints his skin in soft golds, how the necklace you gave him glints faintly against his collarbone.
It suits him. The necklace, this moment, the quiet way he exists beside you.
You shift slightly, and Yoongi stirs, letting out a sleepy, disgruntled hum. His hand finds your waist under the covers, fingers splayed lazily against your skin, and he tugs you closer like it’s instinct.
“You’re staring again,” he mumbles, voice thick with sleep.
“You’re pretty when you sleep,” you tease.
Yoongi groans, rolling onto his back. “Gross.”
You laugh, nudging him with your foot beneath the sheets. “It’s a compliment.”
“Sounds fake.”
He finally cracks one eye open, giving you a lazy, unimpressed look. But there’s no real bite behind it—just that soft, quiet fondness that lingers in the way he watches you.
You prop yourself up on one elbow, suddenly energized. “Okay, we have a lot to do today.”
Yoongi blinks at you, unimpressed. “It’s too early for whatever this is.”
“I’m serious!” You tap his chest lightly. “It’s our last full day here, and there’s so much left. We should go to that one café by the beach, and then maybe take the ferry out to the little island we saw. Oh! And I found this place that does boat tours at sunset—”
Before you can finish, Yoongi moves.
It’s effortless, the way he reaches up and tugs you down, cutting off your words with a kiss. It’s warm, slow—his lips brushing over yours in a way that makes you forget whatever else you were about to say. You melt into him, your breath hitching slightly when his hand slides up your back, fingers tracing the bare skin at the nape of your neck.
By the time he pulls away, you’re blinking down at him, momentarily speechless. He looks way too pleased with himself.
“Yoongi,” you start, trying to regain some sense of composure. “I was talking.”
“Mhm,” he hums lazily, tilting his head against the pillow. “I heard you.”
You narrow your eyes. “Then why’d you—”
“Because,” he says, his fingers drifting along the curve of your waist beneath the sheets, “you’re trying to drag me out of bed when I’d rather just stay here with you all day.”
Your breath catches slightly, and Yoongi smirks, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.
You scoff, trying (and failing) to ignore the warmth spreading through you. “You can’t just distract me with kisses.”
He hums again, this time pressing a slow kiss to your jaw, then lower. “Seems like I can.”
Your resolve wavers embarrassingly fast. The idea of spending the entire day tangled up with him, the world outside fading away, is incredibly tempting.
Still, you try one last time. “But the boat tour…”
Yoongi sighs dramatically, flopping onto his back with a hand over his face. “Fine. We’ll go.”
You brighten instantly, about to roll out of bed, but before you can, he grabs your wrist and pulls you back against him.
“In like… four hours,” he adds, pressing a kiss to your temple.
You laugh, exasperated but completely endeared. “Two hours.”
“Three,” he bargains, eyes closed, a small smile playing at his lips.
You sigh, fingers absentmindedly tracing the necklace resting against his skin. “Fine. Three.”
Yoongi hums in approval, his hand slipping beneath the sheets to rest against the small of your back. You expect him to settle back into sleep, but instead, he tilts his head, pressing an unhurried kiss to your collarbone. Then another, slower this time, his lips warm against your skin.
You bite back a small whine. “Three hours is going to turn into all day if you keep that up.”
He smirks, finally looking up at you properly. “Exactly.”
And when he kisses you again—lazy, unhurried, like there’s nothing waiting for you outside this bed—you think maybe he has the right idea.
a/n: please enjoy! feel free to request stuff if you have any ideas for me! rest of the members below the cut!
mj
silly nicknames alert!!! he’s gonna call you every nickname he can think of, especially ones based on your name or ones based on inside jokes. he’s very sweet and teasing with it too. he’ll call you cutie, sweetie, short stuff, sunshine - i could go on. and so could he! all day in fact. the only way to stop him? a kiss of course!
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jinjin
ok he’s such a charmer and everything about jinjin screams domestic and fluffy. he definitely calls you babe or honey and he does it often!! he is so in love and he wants to make it everyone’s problem!! especially uses these nicknames if he’s comforting you or if you’re pillowtalking at the end of the day <3
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eunwoo
he strikes me as the classic nicknames type. babe, baby, and sweetheart are his go-tos. he doesn’t say them constantly for fear of overusing them but he really likes calling you by those sweet names. he sees using terms of endearment as a special thing. he will definitely use them a lot more if he’s missing you while on tour or if he’s busy with work and just needs to talk to you over the phone </3
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moonbin
he uses baby like it’s your first name. “baby, come see this” and “hey baby good to see you” and other such phrases grace your ears daily. he’ll call you baby in front of anyone, especially his friends and fellow members. he’s not shy by any means. if you guys are alone? he’s whispering baby in your ear. goodness gracious y’all this man-
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rocky
definitely calls you baby or ‘pretty.’ i think he’s a bit of a wild card. he can be really really shy sometimes, but sometimes he gets into a confident mood. either way, he turns bright red as soon as he uses a nickname with you and he gets that cute shy smile on his face. you know the one. he captions all his insta pictures with you with something like ‘my better half’ or something cheesy and sweet like that too :)
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sanha
honestly i feel like sanha is a little shy to call you something like babe or sweetheart or romantic terms of endearment like that so he probably calls you by a nickname! he’ll just shorten your name or make it cuter somehow for the most part. i do think he’d pepper in the occasional ‘baby’ when he’s in a sweet mood, but i think he’s just a little shy and inexperienced when it comes to relationships :’)
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hope you enjoyed! please feel free to request other imagines!
a/n: first imagine! please enjoy it and feel free to request more! i have a list of groups i'll write for so please don't hesitate to ask! :) or feel free to send me messages about anything tbh ! also the rest of the members are below the cut!
𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗻
you met when his skateboard hit a bump in the sidewalk and he fell right in front of you
you happened to have some bandages in your backpack and helped get him patched up
as a thank you (and to make you forget about how embarrassing that was for him) he invited you to the dining hall for lunch
you two bonded over a lot of shared interests and you found out you lived in the same dorm building!!
yeonjun is always trying to get you to come skateboard around campus after dark with him
“there’s no people walking around! it’s perfect! just come skate with me :(“
you go with him only to make sure he doesn’t trip over the sidewalk again in the dark
you spend a lot of late nights running around campus, eating snacks, going to little hangouts with his group of friends and just generally being menaces
he’s always making you two stop so you can take pictures of him in front of the weird statues on campus so he can post them on the gram
he’s always telling you about events on campus, being the little social butterfly he is
he drags you along to said events “so you can make more friends and take a break from studying for five seconds!!!!!!”
he’s always getting into something but he’s definitely brought you out of your shell and helped you truly enjoy your college years
and to think, it started because of a crack in the sidewalk
𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗻
you met at the vending machines in the student union
he was trying to buy a soda but the machine gave him two?? what??
you were trying to buy a bag of chips at the vending machine right beside him and he just turned to you suddenly
“hey do you like sprite?? i got two… somehow”
he flashed those dimples and you couldn’t possibly say no
you two went your separate ways at that point, but the next day, you saw soobin again at the same vending machine!!
he didn’t notice you walking up beside him and jumped out of his skin when you spoke
“did the machine give you two this time?” you joked
when he realized it was you, he visibly relaxed and smiled
“no, but i can buy you one if you want?”
damn that was smooth, ok soobin, i see you i am Looking
after that, you became besties and study partners almost immediately, always meeting up in the library to work beside each other
he rambles on about the classes he’s taking and what interesting tidbits he learned that day
little studious bookworm guy
his rambling is very endearing but not conducive to studying quietly, so most of the time, you never get any work done :’)
you still love hanging out with soobin though, he’s just simply a nice person to be around
𝗯𝗲𝗼𝗺𝗴𝘆𝘂
you had a caffeine addiction and you had it bad
every day before your first class, you stopped by the campus starbucks to get yourself a drink
it got to the point where the baristas recognized your order and would have it ready for you as soon as they saw you walk in
you were grateful :’) but also embarrassed hahaha
sometimes the baristas drew fun little things on your cup, like stars and smiley faces and encouraging messages
one of the baristas in particular liked to doodle on your cup
his name was beomgyu :) and he was very cute and very nice
you may or may not have had a teensy weensy crush on him
it was hard not to, with the way he joked around with you and smiled your way as he handed you your coffee
it made you blush when one day, your coffee cup had beomgyu’s name and number written on the side, along with some stars and smiley faces of course
you had to rush to your first class so it took you a while to be able to send him a text, but you made sure to reach out
how could you pass up a date with beomgyu from the campus starbucks???
he replied right away, asking if you wanted to go to a campus movie night together :)
of course you said yes <3
𝘁𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻
classic meet-cute scenario incoming
you shouldn’t have scheduled classes so close together
you only had fifteen minutes to get from one end of campus to the other
it was a daily panic wondering if you’d make it to your psych class on time
silly you
one day had especially been a challenge
your professor only accepted printed-out essays rather than digitally submitted ones
and he wanted two extra copies so you could get them peer-reviewed
you basically had to run to class carrying a full ream of paper
in your panic to make it to class on time, you full-on ran into someone rounding the corner behind the student union
your papers went everywhere
“ah! i’m sorry! let me help you!” said whoever you bumped into like the klutz you were
“no no no, it’s my fault! don’t worry about it!” you assured them as you scooped up a bunch of papers that you’d have to reorganize
if only you owned a stapler!
finally you looked up at the person helping you and you were a little surprised at the nice guy crouched down in front of you
he helped you get your papers in order and handed them back to you, smiling and apologizing yet again
you found out that his name was taehyun and he had a class in the same building as you :)
you started seeing him more and more and you two walked to and from class when you could
he always teased you about the paper incident and often reminded you to staple your essays to avoid that incident again
𝗵𝘂𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗮𝗶
HA ok y’all met in the back of some generic gen ed class like bio 1
you had been trying and miserably sort of failing to follow along with the powerpoint that your professor was flying through
the guy next to you leaned over and very loudly whispered “do you understand what’s going on?????”
you just looked at him, gave him a dopey smile, and shook your head no
he thought that was so funny
it kind of was,,, you both just realized in that moment that you were Truly and Utterly lost in the sauce™
once class ended, he introduced himself and you two exchanged numbers right away so you could figure what the hell the homework was even supposed to be that night
spoiler alert: you never figured it out
you normally know what’s going on too so this is stressing you out
hyuka is constantly reassuring you that things will be fine and one bad class won’t ruin your gpa or anything!!!
you know he’s right but academic pressure still sucks
thankfully after the first few weeks of that class (and a lot of studying), you figure out what’s going on and can follow along pretty well
hyuka hasn’t though so he copies off of your notes constantly
you tell him he needs to learn how to study for himself but he can’t be bothered apparently
even though he only passes because of you, you two become fast friends
hi!! im imogen! you can call me gennie if you want! i love to read, write, draw, and play videogames! i'm also very much into music and i love finding new genres/artists to get into!
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groups i stan!
bts
txt
stray kids
astro
aespa
itzy
twice
ateez
kep1er
le sserafim
new jeans
and i’m always trying to get into more groups and artists! send recs!
romaincrisis
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turnnoffyourmind
