,A/n: clearing out the drafts. Found a little something. Hello!
Pairing | Yoongi x Reader
Genre | Fluff! (not quite)Strangers to Lovers? Vaguely college AU
Words | 1.6k
Warnings | Language, potentially morosexual shirtless Yoongi, heavily implied smut (lol), the general mood is 'oh no' but in a good way
"Fuck, I don't know - it just bluescreened out of nowhere and I'm so." You bury your head in your hands, you have a thousand things due this week, sincerely, fuck Mondays. "I just. I do not need this right now."
Seokjin's turning your laptop over in his hands, running fingers through the joints, making sure you weren't lying when you said you really didn't drop it. You glare at him through your fingers, otherwise inconsolable.
Namjoon leans over, mouth full, still chewing. "Yoongi could prob'ly fix that."
"You think so?" Your ears perk up, and your cheeks have started burning. For no reason. No reason at all.
"Hey, don't they live in the same building?" Namjoon asks. Jin hands you the computer back, an eyebrow raised. "Lucky. Oh, you know him? Hey, hey! Don't drop it!"
Shit, are your palms sweating? "Uhh, kind of?"
He answers on the third knock, and your mouth's gone dry.
Hot neighbor, pink chapped lips, mussed hair, like he just woke up from a nap, but. The dark circles under his eyes and the faint glow of his computer screen tells you otherwise.
The white shirt he's wearing (very nice) hangs off his shoulders like ivy, and with a face as pretty as that, how is he broad as fuck and taller than you?
"Hi," you finally say, when your brain catches up with you.
He pushes the door open the rest of the way.
Come in, you know by now.
Uhh, fuck.
"Um, actually—" but then he's pulling you in, not forcefully, but insistently, and clearly very determined, because with barely effort and in no time at all you're in his arms and his lips are on your neck and oh no, oh no,
the next thing you register is his hands pushing you gently against the door he's just closed and then he's kissing you, just lips at first but then teeth and tongue and how is he so good at this. He's warm all over, for someone with a room so cold, guess he's the type to leave the AC running but maybe, maybe it's you, maybe you're the one who's burning from the inside out, please help. He's doing that thing with your bottom lip again.
You had a favor, goddamnit. But for some reason, every time you see him, your mouth waters and your brain goes blank.
Kind of like the first time. Not the first time you saw him, because you'd been gawking at him ever since he moved in but also,
there was a party you'd both been to and you'd been staring at him all night, so obvious it was embarrassing. And when he walked up to you, you meant to say something smarter than 'Hey, aren't you 23B?'.
And of course you couldn't come up with anything, but all you can remember now is the taste of whiskey soda and how gentle his hand was encircling your wrist leading you to his room.
You're in bed now and he's crawling over you and the only way to describe what he's doing with his mouth is in terms of attack. Goddamnit, you're smarter than this, but then he's taking your shirt off and you can't think.
You pull back, but his lips are wet, and he's not having any of that, no. The sting of having your hair pulled shouldn't be so, so good, but he just wants access to your neck you don't own any turtlenecks and it's still too hot for scarves
You and Yoongi are practically strangers.
Despite— despite?
In spite of..?
well.
Something.
You don't think you've ever even spoken to him in public, broad daylight. Maybe haven't ever even been within ten feet of him on campus.
Just.
You're neighbors. And.
...And?
You see him sometimes, from a distance, shuffling through the hallways in between classes, sitting with his friends at the library. Sometimes, sometimes. The shock of staticky black hair over the milling crowd; or the long black sleeves, even when it's 80 degrees- Always from afar, never up close. You never come up and say hi. He never comes down to say hi. That would be weird.
You don't know him very well.
But you kind of do. Or-
You really, really do.
You know what he sounds like, gritting his teeth, biting his lips, when he's trying not to come,
Know how pink he is everywhere, the elbows, the knees, the lips in the dark, his tongue when it's doing evil things. Know how pale the insides of his thighs are and his arms are and how lean and muscular he is under those billowy sweaters and the soft ripped jeans he's always wearing; the expanse of skin, the bony elbows; the flushed cheeks, the furrowed brows, throwing his head back, fingers in your hair—
A stranger, a stranger, how strange to be strangers-
"So soft," you think he whispers, and you can sort of see the future, and you squeeze your thighs together because you know he could make you feel so good, but...
"Wait, Yoongi," you sigh, already in mourning, oh why, oh why- "I didn't come here for sex."
He looks so confused, and so mussed, and so fuzzy, it's cute. You bite your lip to keep from cooing.
It's all confusion, no disappointment, and it makes you want to laugh and laugh and laugh. "Sorry, no."
He sort of smirks, but it's not smug, it's like- ah fuck me, my bad- you get it.
"Uh, let me-"
He's scrambling to his feet, the bed dips with his weight, trying not to look at you, and for some reason, it's just. A lot more awkward getting dressed than it was otherwise.
You pick at your shirt, surreptitiously adjust your bra. Shame it's still on.
"Sorry. I just assumed."
Fuck. And. Rightly so. If... based on recent events, anyway... recent being only two nights ago you were the one all over him like that like pleeeease stop thinking about that, you have a mission, wait— what was it again?
He scrunches his nose, staring at his shirt, wondering about getting in it.
"Not that I wouldn't be," you suddenly feel the need to assure him, to fill the gaps in the air, however ridiculous it is. "I mean. You're always. You're always..." welcome, but don't say that. "Um. I always… "
"Yeah," he blurts, and you think this time the expression is smug. But then he's smiling, eyes crinkling, looking at you through his lashes and under his bangs. "You do."
Hey, wait a minute. "I just said I do."
He's smiling. "And I... just agreed with you."
"I think this has been our longest conversation," you confess, fighting this bubbling euphoric urge to laugh.
"Nah." He shakes his head, coming over to sit on the bed beside you. (Shirtless, still.) Oh, he's so close.
Oh, he's cupping your cheek. His palm is so warm?
Oh, is it like that?
Leaning in? Oh. Also, you're burning up. Elsewhere. Fuck. Lips ghosting on your cheek. His voice is deep deep. Sir. Weren't you busy before I knocked and walked in.
"You talk in your sleep."
Ah, fuck it.
"Fuck you, kiss me," you whine, because he's evil and taking so goddamn long. He ends up pushing you back onto the bed still laughing.
"Feel good?" Sweetheart, you can almost hear him slip up and say again, he thought you were asleep the other night but you weren't yet. Ahhh. Call me that again.
"Guh. Good. Great. Golden."
Thank fuck he likes to cuddle. Thank fuck his sheets smell nice. Thank fuck he's the type to clean you up and help you walk to the bathroom and lend you a shirt and it's soft and it smells like him. You live two doors down but you're sleeping here tonight.
(Maybe if you get his number you can call him to your room next time. You don't even have his number. You don't even know his major. What even is his last name?)
It's nice, to be here, bundled up and snuggled up in warm, sweet, coffee ___ Yoongi (maybe get more information before you fuck your neighbors, friends) arm slung over your waist, breath ghosting on your nape.
"This makes us friends at least, right?"
and he's laughing, you feel kind of drunk, glowing all the way down to your toes and he's laughing.
"Wait." A hand is comfortable on your hip, squeezing over the blanket. That feels too nice, oh no. "Didn't you need something?"
You're not sure what you say back, Rumbly, rumbly, grumbly, but you're already falling asleep, and he knows that. But you could get used to all these cheek kisses, oh my god.
"I'll ask you again in the morning."
But you'll be running late, you always are. "Noo, I'll forget."
"S'okay, I'll walk you to class."
"Oh, that's exciting—"
"Shh. Sleep."
You're holding hands.
You're holding hands!
You can feel Seokjin's wide-eyed pointed stare from across the hallway at the fact that you are holding hands!
"I gotta get to class, but text me at lunch," he says, pinching your cheek, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.
"Um, okay,"
"It's Min, by the way."
You blink up at him. "Eh?"
"My last name," he giggles, and you're too in awe of the gummy smile to care. "Oh. Thanks." He's just '❤Yoongi' in your contacts, though he put the number in himself.
And then he's gone, bringing all the warmth with him (wait come back) but Seokjin's come over, bitch what just happened all over his face.
"What was that?"
"I don't know either! But... I have a boyfriend now? I think?"
"...I take it he fixed your laptop."
"...Shit, I forgot to ask."
"You idiot—"
masterlist
A/n: HEE HEE HEE more boongi fluff here and here HEEHEEHEE
The Sweater Curse by @yooaliceee established relationship
“We’re just too in sync.” by @taetaespeaches established relationship
Summary: “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”
You taste like brownies. by @honeytae friends to lovers
[drabble] by @honeytae s established relationship
Summary: just getting engaged to Jin and throwing a huge party to celebrate
Sleeping with a Friend by @underthejoon s PWP
“Stay there. I’m coming to get you.” by @underthejoon friends to lovers
On My Pillow by @ggukcangetit s
Summary: you see him. you are lost for words. 6 years pass. you see him again. you are lost for words again. stuff follows.
Close Your Eyes by @alpacaparkaseok friends to lovers
Summary: will Jin finally make his move?
Early Night by @baojinnie friends to lovers
Summary: You didn’t think you’d confess to Jin (for the first time!) thousands of miles apart, and on the phone. But would you have it any other way?
Love is Not Over by @sunshinejunghoseokie exes to lovers
Summary: Love is painful. Goodbyes are even more painful. I can’t go on if you’re not here.
I Pink I Love You by @baojinnie established relationship
Summary: “You’re about to be sick.”
See You Soon by @baojinnie established relationship
Summary: Next thing you knew, you were asking for a flight, any flight. All because you couldn’t fucking process something he had sleepily mumbled, moments before rolling over and falling asleep.
I’ll just be your hot new assistant for the day. by @honeytae established relationship
Cute by @woodstockbtswriter friends to lovers
Summary: In Jin’s eyes, the only thing as cute as RJ - is you.
this is the recovery bee popping in, gently booping your nose and landing on your shoulder to remind you that things will be okay, even if it doesn’t feel like it right now. you’re loved, you’re worthy and you’re important.
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A/n: More b00ngi prose bc I'm tired and need hugs and maybe you also need hugs
Pairing | Yoongi x (gender neutral) Reader
Genre | Fluff!
Words | 453
Warnings | None, I love you
Sometimes Yoongi's favorite place in the house is the library.
He loves it. It's a home for all his books, each shelf built by hand, each panel lovingly painted; precious tomes in repose behind glass cases, worn, retiring paperbacks (dog-eared and faded) basking in the sunlight.
Sunlight, streaming in through the tall windows, the high arches from the floor to the ceiling. The moon and the stars, fixtures visible peeping down at night keeping you, often beneath warm blankets, company.
The way there is no rhyme or reason to which corners the books reside in, besides this is where I was left after the last read, this is my home for now, yellowed pages from age and the sun welcoming you familiarly, the warm embrace of coming home.
The way the hardwood floors are smooth and stable, and friendly to bare feet, and soft enough for backs to lie on, beckoning, for the corners where the floor hugs the wall is mysteriously more inviting than a chair.
This is how you find him, flat on his back facing the tall windows, the sunbeams like gold dust on his fairy lips, lashes spidering on his cheeks, in a white shirt and shorts on a hot summer day.
Shiro the hypoallergenic cat (he insists), curled up, head jammed into his armpit, possessive.
Sometimes your favorite place in the house is the library,
Because this is where he professes for you,
This is treasure island, this is that scene in Beauty and the Beast where Belle walks into the room and knows she'll fall in love with love if it's like this, if it's sharing and giving and opening up and your books belong on these shelves the way you belong with me, in my heart, in my home, with me, in my bed, come undone, but with me, with me, with me,
Fingers, tangling, lips barely kissing, just touching for now, pressed together, faintly a smile, soft shirts and warm skin and holding hands and bare feet on sun-warm wood, with me, with me, with me.
A mantra pulling you through hallways where you like to find him sprawled on the floor.
The way his grin stretches and grows, sunlight across the sky, seeing sci-fi novels interspersed in the architecture and math, the unicorns and lighting fixtures beside the settlers of Mars, the dragons telling the history of tea, the way he sprinkles fairy tales and quaint romance in hidden nooks just for you to find, for you to disappear into, where he'll follow slowly, two steps behind until his fingers creep around your waist and he’s humming into your hair, content.
Where luckily your favorite place in the world is portable (in his arms).
A/n: More b00ngi prose bc I'm tired and need hugs and maybe you also need hugs
Pairing | Yoongi x (gender neutral) Reader
Genre | Fluff!
Words | 453
Warnings | None, I love you
Sometimes Yoongi's favorite place in the house is the library.
He loves it. It's a home for all his books, each shelf built by hand, each panel lovingly painted; precious tomes in repose behind glass cases, worn, retiring paperbacks (dog-eared and faded) basking in the sunlight.
Sunlight, streaming in through the tall windows, the high arches from the floor to the ceiling. The moon and the stars, fixtures visible peeping down at night keeping you, often beneath warm blankets, company.
The way there is no rhyme or reason to which corners the books reside in, besides this is where I was left after the last read, this is my home for now, yellowed pages from age and the sun welcoming you familiarly, the warm embrace of coming home.
The way the hardwood floors are smooth and stable, and friendly to bare feet, and soft enough for backs to lie on, beckoning, for the corners where the floor hugs the wall is mysteriously more inviting than a chair.
This is how you find him, flat on his back facing the tall windows, the sunbeams like gold dust on his fairy lips, lashes spidering on his cheeks, in a white shirt and shorts on a hot summer day.
Shiro the hypoallergenic cat (he insists), curled up, head jammed into his armpit, possessive.
Sometimes your favorite place in the house is the library,
Because this is where he professes for you,
This is treasure island, this is that scene in Beauty and the Beast where Belle walks into the room and knows she'll fall in love with love if it's like this, if it's sharing and giving and opening up and your books belong on these shelves the way you belong with me, in my heart, in my home, with me, in my bed, come undone, but with me, with me, with me,
Fingers, tangling, lips barely kissing, just touching for now, pressed together, faintly a smile, soft shirts and warm skin and holding hands and bare feet on sun-warm wood, with me, with me, with me.
A mantra pulling you through hallways where you like to find him sprawled on the floor.
The way his grin stretches and grows, sunlight across the sky, seeing sci-fi novels interspersed in the architecture and math, the unicorns and lighting fixtures beside the settlers of Mars, the dragons telling the history of tea, the way he sprinkles fairy tales and quaint romance in hidden nooks just for you to find, for you to disappear into, where he'll follow slowly, two steps behind until his fingers creep around your waist and he’s humming into your hair, content.
Where luckily your favorite place in the world is portable (in his arms).
Jungkook may have been planning a little something… a powercut is only a small barrier
Jungkook x female!reader
~word count: 2.5k
~roommates au, friends to lovers, getting together, fluff
Rating: g
Warnings: irresponsible milk drinking(?), tons of fluff
~a/n: so I am taking part in a bingo writing challenge with @btsholidaybingo and this is the first of my bingo squares: ‘xmas lights’!! It’s a really fun challenge and I am working on a lot more to come!
At this time of night, when it’s not really night but it’s too dark to still be day, you can enjoy the Christmas lights. From your window, it feels as if you can see the whole city – your house is right at the top of the hill.
Right now, when you can turn your own light off and admire the multicoloured constellations sprawled across the valley, it’s nice. However, when you go to bed it’s a different story. In the darkness of your room at night, it’s all too easy for the festive glow to sneak around your curtains and keep you awake.
ru !! ruuu, your fics are so easy to read bcos they’re so incredibly sweet and make my heart flutter like nothing else T_T first of all, jungkook spilling milk in the dark - relatable, feels like smth that would happen to me too…. 🙄
and secondly, your oc is so so adorable - don’t know if they’re based on you since you’re so cute or if that’s just your endless talent, but these girls are so damn cool and lovely, i think i’m more in love with this one than jk LMAO; loved this, loved the surprise and the setting !! thank you for writing it, bb !! <3
ahhh rid you never fail to make me blush🥺🥺I’m happy you liked it, both jk and yn! it’s been a while since I wrote this one but it was so much fun imagining this with the scene lit by fairy lights🥰
❝living in a historic small town means that people from everywhere are eager to visit. it may be assumed that residing in such a place has the same boring routine…but none of that matters as long as you get to spend it with the love of your life — jung hoseok. together you run a small bakery full of nothing but happy memories.❞
• pairing: baker hoseok x baker female reader
• genre: fluff, established relationship, small town au, baker au
• rating: pg
• note: this is a drabble series! so each part will be roughly 2k (or less). im very excited to dive into this as it will be similar to how i did my youtuber yoongi drabbles!
• taglist: open! you are welcome to be a part of the taglist, please just comment below or send an ask!
• part one | the daily routine
where you and hoseok dive back into the swing of things as the summer rush of tourists officially begins.
• part two | bakery mishap
where you take on the deliveries to the locals while hoseok handles the shop alone. turns out, running anything by yourselves isn’t as easy as it seems.
• part three | surprise visitors
where your parents decided to come visit for the week, leaving you very little time to spend with hoseok. privacy is nonexistent…but that means you have to be more creative.
• part four | the great remodel
where the bakery is in need of an update so you spend the weekend fixing up the shop. it turns into a messier situation then intended…but at least you know what you’re doing (thanks to some friends).
• part five | special date night
where yoongi offers to run the shop for the afternoon so that you and hoseok can go on an actual date. this gives hoseok a chance to do something a little special.
