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LOOK HOW HAPPY HE IS 😭
hi!! can you do a fic where yoongi asks you to be his “fake girlfriend” or smth like that just to get his ex jealous and then he falls in love with you? im sorry if it sounds weird, love your stories! <3
No, no don't worry it's not weird at all, actually it's great idea..so yes I will gladly do it..thanks for your support..❤
Unplanned Confesion!
Description: I wanted to write something cute, fluffy and funny so this idea came onto my mind.
Warning:None!
Paring: Yoongi x Y/N
The music in the BTS main studio was loud, but Yoongi’s internal monologue was louder. For years, you had been his best friend, his favorite sounding board, and the secret protagonist of every love song he wrote. He was hopelessly in love with you.
You were in the exact same boat. Every time Yoongi shared his jacket, bought your favorite iced Americano, or stayed up late talking to you on the studio couch, your heart did backflips. But neither of you wanted to ruin the perfect friendship you already had, so you both kept your mouths shut.
Until Minjun happened.
Minjun was a handsome new production staff member. One afternoon, while you were waiting for the guys in the HYBE hallway, Minjun approached you. He leaned against the wall, gave you a charming smile, and asked, "Hey, Y/N. I have seen you here a lot so I was wondering if you’re free this Friday? I’d love to take you out for dinner."
You froze, trying to politely formulate a rejection so that you don't sound offending. What you didn't realize was that Jungkook and Taehyung were hiding right around the corner, waiting to jump out and scare you.
Jungkook’s eyes went wide. Taehyung gasped loudly, clapping a hand over his mouth. They locked eyes, shared a silent look of pure panic, and immediately bolted down the hallway in the opposite direction.
"We need Namjoon Hyung," Jungkook whispered furiously as they sprinted toward the lounge. "Emergency! Code Red! Someone is trying to steal Yoongi Hyung’s girl! He's crossing a very dangerous territory."
They burst into the lounge where Namjoon was peacefully reading a book.
"Hyung! Crisis!" Taehyung yelled, shaking Namjoon’s shoulders. "Minjun from production is asking Y/N out right now! You have to fix this!"
Namjoon blinked, thoroughly confused. "Why do I have to fix it? If Y/N wants to go on a date—"
"Are you blind?!" Jungkook interrupted, exasperated. "Yoongi Hyung has been pining so hard he wrote three albums about her! If Y/N goes on this date, Hyung will turn into a ghost and live in the studio forever."
Namjoon rubbed his temples. He knew they were right. Yoongi’s pining was getting exhausting for everyone. "Okay, okay. Where is Yoongi?"
"Where else?! In Studio of course. " Taehyung said. "Go! Be the great leader as you are!"
Namjoon marched down to studio and walked in without knocking. Yoongi was spinning around in his gaming chair, staring at a blank lyric sheet.
"Yoongi," Namjoon said directly. "You need to go to the hallway right now. Minjun is asking Y/N out on a date."
Yoongi stopped spinning. The lazy, sleepy look instantly vanished from his eyes. "What did you just said?"
"Oh you heard me," Namjoon said, crossing his arms. "You have exactly three minutes before Y/N either says yes out of politeness or walks away. Go."
Yoongi didn't need to be told twice. He scrambled out of his chair so fast he nearly tripped over his own trash can. He sprinted down the hallway, his slippers slapping against the floor. Jungkook and Taehyung peeked out from behind a vending machine, cheering him on in silent, aggressive fist pumps.
You were just about to tell Minjun, "Thank you, but I'm actually not looking to date right now," when Yoongi literally skidded around the corner. His hair was a messy nest, his oversized hoodie was slightly lopsided, and he was breathing heavily.
"Y/N!" Yoongi shouted, way louder than necessary in the quiet hallway.
You and Minjun both turned to look at him. "Yoongi? Are you okay?"
Yoongi walked right up to you, completely ignoring Minjun. He grabbed your wrist—not hard, but firmly enough to pull you a step closer to him.
"Don't go on a date with him," Yoongi said, his voice a mix of panic and breathless desperation.
"Uh, excuse me?" Minjun said, looking confused.
Yoongi finally looked at the staff member. "She can't go to dinner with you on Friday. Because she has to... she has to help me look at rugs. For my studio. Very important rugs."
You stared at Yoongi, a slow smile spreading across your face. "Rugs, really Yoongi?"
Yoongi’s cheeks flushed a bright, unmistakable pink. He looked back at you, his tough rapper facade completely crumbling. "Okay, fine, not rugs.Look I'm so bad at this so I will just say it. Don't go on a date with him because I want you to go on a date with me. Actually, I want you to be my girlfriend. I've wanted it for years. I'm incredibly in love with you, and if you go out with him, I will have to write sad ballads for the rest of my career, and the fans will wonder why the music is so depressing."
He finally stopped talking to catch his breath, his eyes wide and anxious as he waited for your rejection.
Minjun looked between the two of you, raised his hands in defeat, and wisely backed away down the hall.
You looked at Yoongi’s flushed face, his panicked eyes, and the adorable way his gummy smile was trying to hide itself. "Yoongi," you said softly. "You're an idiot."
"I know," he mumbled, looking down.
"I've been in love with you since the day you shared your lamb skewers with me and didn't complain about it," you confessed, stepping closer.
Yoongi’s head snapped up. "Wait. Really? You like me back?"
"Yes, you genius songwriter," you laughed. "I don't want to go out with Minjun actually I was about to decline his offer but then you showed up. I only want to go out with you."
The relief that washed over Yoongi was so immense his shoulders visibly dropped. A massive, radiant gummy smile broke across his face. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight, warm hug, burying his face in your shoulder.
"Thank god," he muttered into your sweater. " For a moment I was ready about to fight a staff member."
Suddenly, loud cheering and clapping erupted from the end of the hall. You both pulled apart to see Jungkook, Taehyung, and Namjoon doing a ridiculous victory dance, with Jungkook yelling, "Finally! The pining is over!"
Yoongi glared at them, but he didn't let go of your hand. He laced his fingers through yours, looking at you with pure warmth. "Come on. Let's go get that iced Americano. As a couple."
Love and Distance!
Description:Just another story that came in my mind.. I don't know if it's good or bad I just came with it.. Enjoy!
Warning:angst/fluff
Pairing: Yoongi x Y/N
Working for Yoongi was never supposed to become personal.Y/N reminded herself of that every morning.
She was only twenty-five, newly hired as an assistant under the management team, constantly running between schedules, studio sessions, coffee orders, and last-minute emergencies. Most days were chaos. But somehow, in the middle of all that chaos, she found comfort in him.
Yoongi was quiet in a way that made people misunderstand him. He wasn’t cold, just careful. Reserved even. That kind of person who showed affection through small things instead of words.
He liked leaving a warm drink on her desk after she skipped lunch.
Or texting her at 2 a.m.:
Did you get home safe?
Or silently taking heavy folders from her arms before she could complain.
Little things.
Dangerous things.
Because Y/N started noticing that her day felt lighter whenever he was around. And worse? She started thinking maybe he felt it too.
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“Y/N-ah, Yoongi hyung’s looking for you,” J-Hope called from the hallway.
She walked into the studio carrying lyric sheets only to find Yoongi half asleep on the couch, hoodie pulled over his eyes.
“You called for me?”
Without moving, he held out one hand lazily.
“Coffee.”
“You made me walk all the way here for that?”
“Yes.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
“You still brought it though.”
She rolled her eyes, but he smirked into the cup while taking it from her. That tiny smile ruined her every single time.
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The boys noticed long before either of them admitted anything.
“She looks at him like he hung the moon,” Namjoon whispered once.
“And Yoongi hyung suddenly cares about his appearance,” Jimin added dramatically.
Yoongi dramatically turned from his chair, “I always cared.”
“No, hyung,” Jungkook laughed. “You bought cologne.”
Yoongi glared at them while Y/N tried not to combust from embarrassment across the room.
But still, nothing ever happened. Because every time things felt close, too close Yoongi pulled away.
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It happened after a late studio session. Y/N had returned to grab her forgotten phone when she heard voices from inside the lounge.
The boys were there and so was Yoongi.
“You should just tell her,” Namjoon said casually.
Silence.
Then Yoongi sighed. “It’s not like that.”
Y/N froze outside the door.
“She obviously likes you,” Jimin argued.
“I said it’s not like that,” Yoongi repeated, firmer this time. “She works with us. I don’t need complications.”
The words hit harder than they should have.
Complications?!
Not like that.
The boys went quiet.
And before anyone could say another word, Y/N turned and walked away before they saw her crying.
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After that, everything changed. Or maybe just her, she stopped lingering in the studio. Stopped laughing at his dry jokes, stopped bringing him coffee exactly how he liked it.
She became painfully professional.
“Your schedule for tomorrow,” she said flatly one morning, placing papers beside him.Yoongi frowned immediately.
“No sticky note?”
“What?”
“You always leave annoying sticky notes.”
She swallowed. “I got busy.”
But the truth was she couldn’t do it anymore.Not when every small kindness felt humiliating now.
Days passed. Then weeks, and honestly Yoongi started to look worse every day. Irritated, distracted, restless. He noticed everything.
The way she avoided eye contact. The way she’d leave rooms when he entered. The way her smile disappeared around him entirely.
Finally, one night after everyone else left, he caught her wrist gently before she could leave the studio.
“Talk to me.”
Her heartbeat stumbled. “I have work to do.”
But he just refused to let go. “No, you’re avoiding me.”
She pulled her hand away. “I’m really not.”
“Then why does it feel like you hate me lately?”
That hurt. Because if anything, she liked him far too much.
“You want honesty?” she asked quietly.
Yoongi’s expression softened immediately. “Always.”
She laughed bitterly. “Fine then, I heard you.”
His eyebrows pulled together. “Heard what?”
“That night. You and the boys.”
And in that same moment the color drained from his face instantly. And suddenly he knew. He knew the reason behind her cold and distant behavior.
Here let me remind you..“She works with us. I don’t need complications,” she repeated shakily.
“Y/N—”
“No, it’s okay.” She raised her hand to stop him, her voice cracked despite her efforts. “You don’t have to explain. I got the message.”
“It wasn’t what you think.”
“Oh really?” she whispered. “Because it sounded pretty clear to me.”
Yoongi ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “You heard one part of the conversation.”
“But it was enough.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
For the first time since she met him, he looked genuinely panicked.
“You don’t understand why I said that.”
“Then explain it to me.”
His jaw tightened. Because the truth was humiliating. Terrifying.
“I said it because I’m scared of how much I like you.”
Silence filled the room. Y/N stared at him. Yoongi rarely looked vulnerable. But right now he looked completely exposed.
“I knew if I admitted it out loud…” he said quietly, “it would become real.”
Her chest tightened painfully.
“You pushed me away first.”
“I know.”
“You made me feel stupid.”
“I know,” he repeated, softer this time. “And I hated myself for it the second you walked away.”
His eyes finally met hers fully.
“Do you know how hard it’s been watching you disappear from me these past few weeks?”
The anger she held onto started cracking apart. “You hurt me, you really did.”
His voice nearly broke when he answered. “I know I did, but I'm ready to do everything I can so you can trust me again.”
She looked at him standing in front of her.. With no excuses, no pride, Just honesty, and somehow that hurt even more.
“You really like me?” she whispered. Yoongi let out a quiet laugh, exhausted and emotional all at once. “I have completely fallen for you.”
Her breath caught, her head was spinning.
“You’re the first person I look for every day. The only one who can calm me down after terrible schedules. The only person who makes this whole insane life feel… Normal.”
He stepped closer slowly. “I was scared.”
Y/N’s eyes burned with tears again that she was trying to hold.
“But I never wanted to hurt you.” That sentence shattered whatever distance remained between them.
She kissed him first.
Impulsive.
Messy.
Months of hidden feelings collapsing at once. Yoongi made a soft startled sound before immediately pulling her closer like he’d wanted to do it forever. And maybe he had.
When they finally pulled apart, foreheads resting together, he smiled softly. A real smile this time.
“Guess the boys are never letting me live this down.”
Y/N laughed through tears. “You deserve it.”
“Yeah probably.”
He brushed his thumb under her eye gently. “Still staying?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
And for the first time in weeks, Yoongi looked at peace for finally accepting his feelings.
Dance Crush!
Description:may i request a fic with hoseok crushing on famous singer y/n they’re both great dancers so for an award show they’re doing a performance together that’s intimate as they meet and practice this dance together they fall for each other also maybe with some jealousy on hoseoks side thx!!!
Warning:They're none...Well maybe pure fluff and some slight jealousy.
Note:This one also requested by anon and I really liked the idea.. Sorry for waiting and l hope that you're going to like it...
The stage lights were always hottest around J-Hope.
He lived for it.The roar of the crowd, the pulse of bass beneath his feet, the adrenaline that hit right before a performance. Dance was the one language he trusted completely.
Until you walked into the practice room.
You were Y/N, a world-famous singer known just as much for your hypnotizing stage presence as your voice. Every award show wanted you. Every camera loved you. And now, for the first time ever, you and Hoseok were set to perform a duet stage together at the upcoming MAMA Awards.
An intimate concept.
Dangerously intimate.
The first rehearsal started professionally enough. Bowing politely. Introductions. Small smiles.
Then the choreographer paired your bodies together.
“Closer,” she instructed. “This performance is about tension.”
Hoseok swallowed hard when your hand slid onto his shoulder. You smelled faintly like vanilla and expensive perfume, and when your eyes met his in the mirror, his heartbeat stumbled out of rhythm.
You were unreal. And somehow even prettier up close.
“You okay?” you teased softly after he missed a count for the first time in years.
He laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. Just… distracted.”
“By me?”
You said it jokingly.
The problem was that Hoseok couldn’t joke back.
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Practice became his favorite part of the day.
Hours turned into late-night rehearsals, shared water bottles, laughing fits on the studio floor, and quiet conversations after everyone else left. He learned the tiny things about you, how you hummed when nervous, how you always stretched before dancing, how your nose scrunched when you laughed too hard.
And the dancing…
God, the dancing.
Every touch lingered longer than necessary.
Your fingers sliding down his arm.
His hand pressed against your waist.
Foreheads nearly touching during the final move while the music slowed to a heartbeat.
It was torture.
Especially because everyone else noticed it too.
“You two have insane chemistry,” one backup dancer commented during break.
You grinned casually.
Hoseok nearly choked on his drink.
But things got worse the day another male idol stopped by rehearsal.
He was handsome. Flirty. Confident. And apparently very interested in you.
Hoseok tried not to stare as the idol made you laugh, leaning against the mirrors while talking way too close to you. Tried not to notice the way you touched the guy’s arm while laughing.
Tried not to care. Failed miserably.
The next rehearsal was rough. His movements sharper. His answers shorter.
“You’re stepping too early,” he muttered after you missed part of the choreography.
Your eyebrows lifted immediately. “Okay… sorry?”
Silence.
The music restarted.
Again.
Again.
Finally, you grabbed his wrist before the next run-through. “What is your problem?”
“Nothing.”
“Hoseok.”
“It’s just practice.”
Your eyes narrowed. “You’ve barely looked at me all night.”
He let out a frustrated breath, pulling away. “Maybe because watching other guys flirt with you right in front of me isn’t exactly fun.”
The room went quiet. Even the choreographer pretended not to listen.
Your expression softened slowly. “You were jealous?”
“I wasn’t—”
“You were.”
Hoseok groaned, embarrassed. “I know it’s stupid.”
“It’s not stupid.”
The softness in your voice made him finally look at you. And that was dangerous.
Because suddenly you were standing closer than before. Close enough for him to see the shine on your lips. Close enough to feel your breath.
“You know,” you said quietly, “I only stayed after rehearsals because I liked being around you.”
His pulse hammered.
“And that idol?” you continued. “I was hoping you’d react.”
“Hoping?”
A small smile curved your lips. “You’re not the only one crushing here.”
Hoseok stared at you for exactly two seconds before pulling you against him.
The kiss was immediate heat. Months of tension crashing together all at once. Your hands tangled in his hoodie while his grip tightened around your waist, and somewhere in the background the staff erupted into shocked yelling.
Neither of you cared.
Not when he was kissing you like he’d wanted to from the very first rehearsal.
Time Skip!
The performance at the MAMA Awards went viral before the show even ended.Fans lost their minds over the chemistry.
The lingering touches.
The way Hoseok looked at you like the entire audience disappeared whenever you danced together. But the cameras never caught the best part.
Right before walking on stage, when you fixed his in-ear monitor and whispered, “Try not to get jealous tonight.”
And Hoseok, smiling against your forehead, answered
“No promises.”
I just read your namjoon fic and I loved it, it was so cute 💗💗 may i request a fic with hoseok crushing on famous singer y/n they’re both great dancers so for an award show they’re doing a performance together that’s intimate as they meet and practice this dance together they fall for each other also maybe with some jealousy on hoseoks side thx!!!
Thank you so, so much it means a lot to me honestly.. I'm really glad that you've liked it.. Yes sure, I can do that.❤
Thank you for requesting! 🥰
Studio Bubble!
Description:Hi! Can you do a Namjoon imagine with a famous American singer they end up meeting at some award show and decide to collab together and end up catching feelings
Thank you!!
Note: So this one was also requested, sorry if it took me long to post it, but I had to come up with a story that you will like it and I really hope that you wil.Thank you for requesting.
The lights inside the venue glittered like stars trapped behind glass,cameras flashing so fast it almost looked like lightning.
Backstage at the Grammy Awards was chaos wrapped in designer fabric, managers shouting schedules, idols rushing to interviews, make up artists fixing collars and stray hairs seconds before live broadcasts.
And somehow in the middle of all of it, you crashed directly into Namjoon.Your coffee splashed dangerously close to his suit.
"Oh my god-" you gasped.
Namjoon caught the cup before it completely tipped over, steady hands saving both your dress and his jacket.His dimples appeared instantly despite the situation.
"I think the coffee survived," he said calmly.
You blinked at him, not knowing what to say.
Namjoon was standing in front of you looking unfairly handsome in a black tailored suit, silver-rimmed glasses slipping slightly down his nose.
And above all HE WAS SMILING AT YOU.
You're Y/N right?", he asked
And now your brain completely stopped functioning. "You know who I am?"
He looked almost shy at that, rubbing the back of his neck. "Your album was one of my favourites last year."
That compliment hit harder than it should have.
You were one of America's biggest pop artists, sold out tours, chart-topping singles, millions of fans screaming your name every night, but hearing it from him felt different.
Real.
Warm.
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What started as a polite backstage exchange quickly turned into a ten-minute conversation about chord progressions, the pressure of songwriting, and the mutual desire to create something raw and meaningful. By the time his manager gently tapped his shoulder to signal it was time to return to the main floor, Namjoon didn't want to leave.
"We should do a track together," you said impulsively, holding up your phone. "Seriously. Let’s collab."
"I would love that," Namjoon replied, exchanging numbers with you right then and there.
TIME SKIP!
Two months later, you found yourself in Seoul. What was originally supposed to be a remote file-sharing collaboration had evolved into an in-person studio session at the HYBE building. You both wanted the track to be perfect, and doing it overa video call just wasn't cutting it.
Walking into Namjoon's studio, Rkive, felt like walking into his mind. It was filled with warm wood tones, beautiful art pieces, stacks of books, and the calming scent of incense.
"Welcome," Namjoon said, rising from his ergonomic chair. He was dressed casually in a loose hoodie and baggy jeans, looking entirely different from the sharp, armored version of himself at the award show. He looked comfortable. He looked like himself.
"Thanks for having me," you smiled, setting your bag down. "Ready to make magic?"
For the first three days, it was pure professional energy. You wrote lyrics about the dual nature of fame, isolation, and finding a sanctuary in another person. Namjoon was a patient, brilliant collaborator. He listened intently to your vocal takes, nodding his head to the rhythm, his eyes lighting up whenever you hit a particularly soulful note.
But by the fifth day, the boundaries of the collaboration began to blur.
The studio became a bubble where time didn't exist. You stayed up until 3:00 AM trading stories. You learned about his love for Bonsai trees, his frequent bike rides along the Han River, and his deep anxieties about the future. He learned about your childhood, the exact moment you realized you wanted to sing, and how lonely hotel rooms could get on tour.
One night, while ordering late-night delivery, you were sitting cross-legged on the studio couch, humming a new melody. Namjoon stopped typing on his keyboard and just watched you.
"What?" you asked, laughing a little nervously as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Is the melody bad?"
"No," Namjoon said softly, his gaze locked onto yours. He took off his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose before looking back at you with an intense, quiet vulnerability. "The melody is perfect. I’m just... realizing something."
"Realizing what?"
Namjoon leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms. "I thought this song was just a story we were inventing for the track. But I think I've actually started living it." He paused, choosing his words with his usual care, though his heart was visibly beating fast against his chest. "I think I’ve fallen for you, Y/N."
The studio fell completely silent, save for the low hum of the air conditioner. Your heart did a violent flip in your chest. You looked at him,this brilliant, kind, deeply thoughtful man who had bared his soul to you over music.
You stood up from the couch and walked over to his desk, stopping just inches away from him.
"Good," you whispered, reaching out to gently touch the hem of his hoodie. "Because I was terrified I was the only one feeling it."
A breathless, relieved laugh escaped Namjoon's lips. His dimples appeared, deep and beautiful, as he reached out and took your hands in his. They were warm and large, completely enveloping yours.
"We’re going to have a hard time explaining to the labels why our breakup anthem turned into a love song," he joked softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"We'll just tell them it was creative liberty," you smiled.
Namjoon leaned down, his forehead resting gently against yours for a second before he closed the distance, sealing the promise of your new song,and your new beginning—with a soft, lingering kiss.
Soundproofed!
Description:To the world, Yoongi is known as Agust D or Suga: brilliant producer and rap icon . To Y/N, he’s the intimidating artist whose lyrics she proofreads. But when a midnight delivery leads to a shared confession, they discover that behind soundproof walls, their unspoken longing sounds louder than any beat.
Warning:Love/Smut.
This one was requested by anon!Since the fact that this is my first time writing smut, I really hope that you will like it. I've tried my best..So if you do please let me know and of course if don't also let me know.. Once again thank you for requesting.:)
The fluorescent lights of the HYBE Publishing headquarters hummed softly at 11:00 PM. Y/N stretched, rubbing her aching shoulders. As a junior publishing assistant, her job usually involved proofreading lyrics, managing copyright clearances, and organizing promotional schedules.
Tonight, her task was much more daunting, delivering the final print proofs of the highly anticipated upcoming album directly to the studio of HYBE’s biggest, most enigmatic artist—Min Yoongi, known globally by his stage name, Suga or Agust D.
Yoongi was legendary for his razor-sharp tongue, intricate wordplay, and an intensely private demeanor that the media often mistaken for arrogance. To Y/N, he was simply the brilliant, slightly terrifying force behind the music she had spent the last three weeks meticulously organizing.
Holding the folder tightly against her chest, Y/N took the private elevator down to the basement studio level. The heavy soundproof door to the Genius Lab Studio was slightly ajar, a warm, golden light spilling into the dim hallway. She knocked timidly.
"Come in," a deep, gravelly voice call out.
Y/N stepped inside. The room smelled faintly of expensive cologne, dark roast coffee, and the distinct ozone scent of overheating electronic equipment. Yoongi was slouched in his leather chair, a black hoodie pulled over his head, eyes closed as a heavy, sensual bassline looped softly through the studio monitors.
"Yoongi? I have the final lyric booklets and publishing credits for your approval," Y/N said, her voice a quiet contrast to the heavy bass.
Yoongi opened his eyes. They were dark, sharp, and intensely focused. The cold exterior he maintained for the cameras melted slightly as he looked at her. He had noticed Y/N months ago,the quiet, sweet assistant who always wore oversized cardigans and spoke to everyone with genuine warmth.
"Y/N," he said, using her name instead of her title, his voice dropping an octave. "You're working late."
"Just wanted to make sure everything was perfect for the launch," she replied, stepping closer to hand him the folder.
As he reached for it, his fingers brushed against hers. An electric spark seemed to flash between them. Y/N caught her breath, her cheeks instantly flushing a deep crimson of pink. Y/N didn't miss it. A slow, rare smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
He set the folder down on the mixing console without looking at it, his eyes never leaving her face. "Sit down. You look exhausted."
"Oh, no, I shouldn't interrupt your—"
Before she could finish,Yoongi stood up. He was tall, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over her. He closed the small distance between them, gently taking her wrist. His touch was warm and firm. He guided her to the plush black couch against the back wall, sitting down right beside her, closing the space completely.
"The music can wait," Yoongi murmured, leaning in. The scent of him enveloped her, making her dizzy. "You've been working yourself to the bone for my album. I think it's time I properly thank my favorite assistant."
Y/N’s heart hammered against her ribs. "Yoongi..."
"Do you know how distracting it is having you in the same building, Y/N?" he whispered, his hand sliding up her arm to cup the side of her neck. His thumb caressed her jawline. "Every time I write a love song lately, I'm thinking about the way you smile when you bring in the morning files."
Y/N’s breath hitched. "You... you think about me?"
"Constantly," he growled softly.
Yoongi leaned down, bridging the final gap between them. His lips met hers in a kiss that started sweet and tentative, testing her response. Y/N let out a soft moan, opening her mouth slightly, and the kiss instantly deepened. It became hungry, possessive, and thick with months of unexpressed longing. Yoongi’s tongue tangled with hers, claiming her mouth completely while his hands tangled into her hair, pulling her closer until there was absolutely no space left between them. In a minute situation turned and they changed places, right now Y/N was on top of him.
The air in the studio grew heavy with a new kind of tension, one that had been building between them for months. Yoongi’s hands were steady but urgent as he pulled her closer, his forehead resting against hers. The rhythmic pulse of the bass in the background seemed to mirror the frantic beating of their hearts.
"I've wanted to do that since the first day you walked into the conference room," he confessed, his voice a low vibration that Y/N felt deep in her chest. She barely had the time to breath before he pulled her against him again, one hand pressed firmly against her waist and with other he started lifting her shirt slowly.
"'You're dangerous." She whispred against his lips.
A smirk ghosted across his face."And yet you keep coming closer."
The world outside the soundproofed walls disappeared, leaving only the soft golden light of the studio.He shifted his weight, guiding her to lay back against the cushions of the couch. Heat rushed through her so fast, she grabbed onto his shirt just to steady herself.
He noticed immediately.
"Easy," he murmured, voice low and rough. "I've got you."
As he was howering over her placed between her legs, he looked at her.Really looked at her, she suddenly felt exposed in the most terrifying and addictive way possible and he noticed that.
"Tell me if you want me to stop." He whispered,his hot breath hitting her face.
Instead, she pulled him back down to kiss him, and that was all the answer he needed.
He pulled her shirt off and started fumbling with the bottom of her jeans, and in a matter of seconds both of their cloths were thrown across the studio.
His hands ghosted down her sides, as he placed a few hot kisses on her neck then going straight down to her chest, causing a small moan to escape her lips. She could feel his hardness and the heat starting to pool between her legs.
She slipped her hand down wrapping her hands around his length, causing him to growl against her skin. A sudden chill run across her chest causing her nipples to harden, as Yoongi took one of her tits and started sucking it making her moan. The feeling on him nipping was driving her wild and he absolutely enjoyed the fact that her body squirmed under his touch.
Running his fingers through her slick folds, it made her knees go weak.Squeezing her eyes shut as Yoongi was teasing her clit.
"No, open your eyes baby." Yoongi grinned looking at her.
"Fuck." She groanned as she throw her head back in pleasure, as his fingers worked magic.
And before she could even register what's going, without warning he slammed hard into her making her scream in even bigger pleasure.There was nothing gentle about his thrusts, each one hitting the right spot every time.With his every thrust It took her closer to the point of ectasy, the high she was feeling was unlike anything else she had ever felt.
"Hold on to me baby, I'm close."
"Me too Yoongi, OH MY GOD."
Suddenly he pulled out making her whimper of the sudden felling of emptiness, as they both were catching their breaths he suddenly laid his head on her chest taking her by surprise.
"Let me stay, like this for a moment, I like the sound of your heartbeat."
She didn't said anything, instead she put her hand and started messing with his black hair.
Every touch was a revelation. The contrast between his public persona—the fierce, untouchable rapper—and the vulnerable, passionate man currently holding her was staggering. As they lost themselves in each other, the professional boundaries of the publishing house dissolved completely.
Hours seemed to pass in a blur of whispered confessions and shared warmth. Eventually, the intensity softened into a quiet, comfortable intimacy. They remained on the couch, Y/N’s head resting on Yoongi’s shoulder as he absentmindedly traced patterns on her hand with his thumb.
"The album is going to be a success,"Y/N whispered, her eyes fluttering shut.
Yoongi kissed the top of her head, his grip tightening protectively. "It doesn't matter as much as this. You're staying with me tonight. No more proofreading, no more deadlines. Just us."
The silence of the midnight studio was no longer daunting, it was a sanctuary. In the heart of the bustling city, the famous artist and the assistant found a moment of peace that had nothing to do with fame or career, and everything to do with the connection they had finally allowed to catch fire.
Hi! Can you do a Namjoon imagine with a famous American singer they end up meeting at some award show and decide to collab together and end up catching feelings
Thank you!!
Ohh that sounds like a great idea to write.. Sure I can do that.. I will try my best. I hope that you will like it.
Thank you for requesting.:)
okay do you write smut? if so I have a request for yoongi
Sure, I can try that. Although that is going to be my first time writing something smut, I will try and do my best.. I hope you will like it.
Thank you for requesting.:)
Request for BTS imagines, are open.. So feel free to request, I will try my best to make it to your likings.. 💜
Perserving Your Peace!
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Description:When introverted medical student Y/N saves a dying man in a rainy alley, she has no idea he is Seoul's most feared mafia leader. Agust D is dangerous, powerful, and calculated—but around Y/N, his only mission is to keep the chaotic world away from her.
This one was inspired by the Haegum MV, so don't judge me much..:)
I had this saved in my drafts for so long, so it was about time to finish it.
The names like rival gang and the detective were made up, so bare with me.:)
The rain in Seoul didn't just fall, it drenched the concrete in a slick, cinematic grime, reflecting the neon signs of noodle shops and underground bars. You kept your head down, the hood of your oversized jacket pulled low to block out the world. Your introverted nature made you hyper-aware of the city's chaotic noise, but tonight, the alley you chose as a shortcut home was completely quiet.
Until you stumbled upon a scene straight out of a noir thriller.
A sleek black sedan sat idling, its headlights cutting through the heavy mist. Slumped against the rear tire was a man clutching a deep wound across his torso. He wore an unstructured, loose silk shirt and a heavy chain necklace that gleamed under the flickering streetlamps. His dark hair was messy, falling into his eyes, and a sharp, faint scar ran down across his left eyelid.
This was Yoongi aka Agust D . To the city, he was the elusive, chaotic underground mafia boss who took what he wanted, completely liberated from the laws of society.
Even as he bled out onto the wet asphalt, a completely unbothered, almost manic smile stretched across his lips. He rolled his head back against the car, looking at you with a gaze that was entirely too calm for a dying man. He held a lit cigarette between his index and middle fingers, exhaling a slow puff of smoke into the cold air.
"You're in the wrong place," he muttered, his voice a low and raspy. "A girl like you shouldn't be here.It's dangerous."
Your instinct told you to run, but your medical training kicked in. You stepped into the shadows and gasped."Hey," you whispered, your voice trembling. "Are you okay? I'm a medical student. Let me look."
You knelt directly into the dirty puddles, entirely unbothered by the grime. Dropping your heavy pharmacology bag, you pulled out your trauma shears and a roll of sterile packing gauze. Your hands moved with absolute precision. You ignored the blood pooling around your sneakers, focused entirely on sealing the arterial breach. Yoongi didn't flinch. He just watched you through the smoke of his cigarette, his eerie smile widening as he took in your quiet, fierce intensity. With a hiss he mumbled "Oh, this is going to be a total mess."
Suddenly, a heavy metal door at the end of the alley slammed open. A supose rival gang member stepped out into the rain, a weapon drawn, eyes locking onto Yoongi's exposed position.
Before you could even gasp, Yoongi’s hand moved like lightning. He didn't reach for a gun. With a terrifyingly relaxed flick of his wrist, he launched a sharp, heavy pair of steel chopsticks he had been holding in his left hand. The weapon struck with lethal accuracy, dropping the attacker instantly.
Yoongi turned his gaze back to you, his chest heaving, his signature calm smile firmly in place. "See? I told you. A total mess."
"Keep still," you whispered, your voice shaking but your hands remaining completely steady as you tied off the final suture knot. "The bleeding has stopped. But you need a sterile environment, or the infection will do what those men couldn't."
A fleet of identical black cars suddenly roared into the alleyway, cutting off the exits. Dozens of men in dark suits piled out, their heavy footsteps splashing through the water.You flinched, stepping back, your social anxiety roaring back to life as you tried to shrink into the wall.
"Boss!" one of the men gasped, lowering his weapon.
Yoongi leaned heavily against the car, using the door frame to pull himself to his feet. He looked down at his ruined shirt, then back at his men, then turned his gaze back to you. His eyes were sharp, calculating, and intensely focused on your trembling hands. His smile softened into something genuinely amused eyes.
"Don't scare her," Yoongi ordered his men, his voice carrying an absolute, terrifying authority."She just saved my life."
He stepped closer, reaching out to gently tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. His fingers were cold, but his touch was incredibly gentle. "What is your name, little doctor?"
"Y/N," you whispered, your heart hammering against your ribs.
"Thank you, Y/N," Yoongi smiled, same that smile that is known in the underworld right before ordering someone's ruin, bowing his head slightly. "I always pay my debts."
Before you could reply, his men ushered him into a black sedan, leaving you alone in the rain with your bloody textbook and pharmacology bag.
TIME SKIP!
Two weeks passed, and you tried your best to forget the encounter. You went back to your quiet routine.Sitting in the back of the university library, avoiding group projects, and studying until dawn.The library was completely silent, just the way you liked it. You sat in your favorite hidden corner, surrounded by towering stacks of pathology textbooks. The soft hum of the air conditioning was the only noise, creating a perfect bubble of isolation.
Until a shadow fell over your desk.
You looked up, expecting a librarian, but froze. Yoongi stood there. He wore a crisp, tailored navy suit, looking entirely out of place among the dusty books. His signature polite smile was plastered on his handsome face, calm and completely unbothered by the fact that he was a notorious mafia boss standing in a university library.
"You look stressed," Yoongi murmured, his voice a low, soothing purr that barely carried across the desk.
"Yoongi," you gasped in a panicked whisper, your introverted heart instantly kicking into overdrive. You looked around frantically, terrified someone would notice him. "You can't be here. This is a public university. There are people everywhere."
"Is that so?" Yoongi tilted his head, his smile widening just a fraction. He gestured subtly to the room around you.
You looked past him. The surrounding study tables, usually packed with stressed students, were completely vacant. In fact, two large men in identical black suits were standing casually at the entrance of the aisle, politely turning away anyone who tried to enter your section.
"You cleared out the floor?" you whispered, horrified but secretly relieved by the sudden total quiet.
"I promised to preserve your peace, Y/N, that's my way of paying my debt to you for saving my life that night." Yoongi said smoothly, pulling out the wooden chair opposite you and sitting down. He placed a small, beautifully wrapped velvet box on your textbook. "And besides you look like you haven't slept in three days. I brought you something."
You cautiously opened the box. Inside was a sleek, high-end noise-canceling headset, custom-engraved with your initials.
"For your studies," Yoongi explained, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. "So the rest of the world doesn't bother you while you study."
Your chest tightened, not from anxiety this time, but from a strange, blooming warmth. He was a dangerous man who dealt in violence, yet he treated your social anxieties and need for quiet with the utmost respect. He didn't try to force you out of your comfort zone, instead he built a fortress around it.
"Thank you," you said softly, a genuine smile finally replacing your nervous expression. "But you still shouldn't risk coming out in the open like this. Your wound—"
"Is healing perfectly, thanks to you," he interrupted gently, his hand resting on the table just inches from yours, offering a warmth you desperately wanted to reach for. "But if you are truly worried about my safety… come to my estate tonight. I have a private study that is much quieter than this place."
You blinked, looking across the library table at the beautifully engraved headphones and the two intimidating men in black suits standing guard down the aisle. As thoughtful as his gesture was, the sheer scale of his power made your chest tighten with anxiety. Going to a heavily guarded mafia estate wasn't your idea of peace—it sounded terrifying.
"Yoongi," you said softly, your voice trembling slightly but firm. "Thank you. Truly. But... I can't go to your estate. I think I need to just go back to my own apartment."
You held your breath, bracing yourself for a cold shift in his demeanor. You knew who he was, and people didn't usually say no to him.
Yoongi didn't blink. His signature, serene smile didn't fade for even a second, but the intense, calculating look in his eyes instantly softened into deep understanding. He looked at your tense shoulders and your hands tightly gripping your textbook.
"Of course," Yoongi said smoothly, standing up from the wooden chair. He didn't sound offended, angry, or slighted. "I brought my chaos into your sanctuary. That was selfish of me."
"It's not that," you said quickly, looking down at your shoes, your introverted shyness making you blush. "It’s just... I study better in my own messy little room. Where there aren't any guards."
Yoongi let out a soft, genuine laugh. It was a relaxed, low sound that completely shattered his dangerous aura for a brief moment. "A very reasonable preference."
He gestured to his men, who instantly stepped back, completely clearing the aisle and fading into the background. Yoongi personally walked you out of the library, keeping a respectful distance so you wouldn't feel crowded. He guided you out to his sleek black sedan, holding the door open for you himself.
The drive back to your neighborhood was quiet and calm. Yoongi didn't press you with questions or try to change your mind. He simply let you enjoy the silence. When the car finally pulled up to your modest apartment building, the familiar, quiet street felt like a breath of fresh air.
Yoongi stepped out to open your door. Standing under the dim streetlamp, his tailored suit sharp against the dark city backdrop, he smiled down at you.
"I will step back, Y/N," he whispered, his eyes warm and filled with a rare kind of respect. "I promise I will not bring my world to your doorstep again. But my men will always keep a quiet eye on this block from a distance. Your peace will not be broken."
You looked at this powerful, dangerous man who was willing to completely alter his behavior just to make sure you felt safe. You realized you didn't want him to disappear completely.
Reaching into your backpack, you pulled out a scrap piece of paper and a pen. You quickly scribbled your phone number on it and pressed it into his palm.
"You don't have to vanish completely," you said, your cheeks turning pink as you forced the words out. "Just... text me instead of clearing out university floors. And let me know when your stitches are fully healed."
Yoongi looked down at the paper, then back up at you. For the first time since you met him, his practiced, polite mafia smile completely disappeared. It was replaced by a look of pure, boyish surprise, followed by a slow, breathtakingly genuine smile that reached all the way to his eyes.
"I can do that," he promised softly.
You smiled back, turned, and walked up to your quiet apartment, knowing that while your life was still perfectly peaceful, everything will be just fine..Right?!
TIME SKIP!
The peaceful bubble you and Yoongi had carefully built over the past month shattered on a rainy Thursday evening.
Detective Kang was a man who carried a badge but took his orders from the Oryong gang—Yoongi’s most bitter and violent rivals. For months, Kang had been looking for a Yoongi's weakness . Yoongi was flawless, untouchable, and left no paper trail. But then, Kangs’s surveillance team spotted something unusual. a high-ranking mafia sedan parked outside a mundane apartment building, and Yoongi himself stepping out just to walk a quiet medical student to her door.
To a corrupt cop looking for leverage, you weren't just a girl, you were the ultimate weapon to break the unshakeable boss.
The quiet of your small apartment was shattered at 3:00 AM when your front door was kicked off its hinges.
You bolted upright in bed, your heart hammering against your ribs. Before you could even scream, a man in a rumpled trench coat stepped into your bedroom. He flashed a gold shield—Detective Kang, a notoriously corrupt officer on the syndicate’s payroll, but tonight, he was working for Yoongi’s rivals.
"So, you're the little medical student who's been patching up the ghost of Seoul," Kang sneered, gripping your arm roughly and dragging you out of bed. "Yoongi thinks he's untouchable. Let's see how calm that smile stays when I hand you over to the people who want him dead."
You didn't fight back, your introverted panic froze you completely. But as Kang dragged you down the stairwell of your building, you managed to kick your heavy pharmacology textbook down the steps. It slammed against the metal railing, a loud, echoing clanged warning.
You never made it to Kang's car.
The moment you stepped out into the rainy street, the headlights of three black sedans blinded the alleyway. The tires screeched to a halt, boxing Kang’s vehicle in completely.
The rear door of the center car swung open. Yoongi stepped out into the downpour. He didn't have an umbrella. He wore a loose black silk shirt, his chest visible, and that terrifyingly serene smile was plastered across his face. But his eyes—usually cold and calculating—were burning with a raw, chaotic fury.
"Detective Kang," Yoongi drawled, his voice dangerously smooth over the sound of the rain. "You are touching something that doesn't belong to you."
"Stay back, Yoongi!" Kang yelled, pulling his gun and pressing it firmly against your temple. "One step closer and the girl dies!"
The smile on Yoongi’s face didn't fade. It widened. But it wasn't a smile of amusement—it was the look of a man who had just decided to burn the entire city to the ground.
"You think a badge protects you from me?" Yoongi whispered. He didn't even signal his men. With a lightning-fast movement, Yoongi drew a heavy blade from his jacket.
What followed was a blur of absolute dominance. Yoongi dismantled Kang’s corrupt backup officers in a matter of seconds, moving with a lethal, unrestricted freedom that defied the laws of the city. When Kang panicked and dropped his gun to flee, Yoongi didn't let him get far. Within minutes, the corrupt detective that had threatened your peace was completely neutralized, their power in the city erased in a single night.
Yoongi dropped the blade onto the wet concrete. He rushed over to you, his hands—usually so steady and dangerous—trembling as he cupped your face. He checked you for injuries, his breathing ragged and frantic.
"Are you hurt? Did he touch you?" he demanded, the polite boss completely gone, leaving only a man desperate to protect the girl who had healed him.
"I'm okay," you whispered, reaching up to touch his damp cheek. Your social anxiety was gone, replaced by a sudden, profound realization. "Yoongi... you put down half the city's police force for me."
Yoongi froze, his intense gaze locking onto yours. The manic, terrifying smile finally melted away, replaced by a soft, vulnerable expression you had never seen on him before.
"I would burn the entire world before I let anyone take away your peace, Y/N," he murmured, his thumb gently brushing a tear from your eye. "I thought I just owed you a debt. But tonight, when I thought he might hurt you... I realized I can't breathe in a world where you don't exist."
Standing in the middle of the rain-soaked, ruined street, you realized you felt exactly the same way. You leaned into his touch, finally finding your perfect, quiet sanctuary inside his dangerous world.
The Risk of Wanting You, Behind Closed Hearts.
Pairing:Min Yoongi x Reader.
Description: Forbidden/Workplace: Just something where Yoongi and Y/N work together, and they have both developed feelings for eachother, but can't confess properly since she already has a fiancé. Will they menage to be together afterall?
Slightly angst with a fluff ending.
Some names are made up.
This wasn't requested, just something that came up to my mind so I really hope that you're going to like it. And of course let me know if I should do this more or just stop :).. Also feel free to request, i'm accepting any request for writting. (Sorry about grammar mistakes, English isn't my first language.)
P.S I'm so sorry if this one was long.
The air in the arena dressing room always smelled of hairspray, stale energy drinks, and impending chaos.
Y/N stood with her back to the door, meticulously organizing her makeup brushes. Outside, a thousands of Army's were chanting his name, a low thumping that vibrated through her sneakers. This was the final stop of D-Day tour. For six months, Y/N had spent every night inches away from the most famous face in pop music.
She knew every line of his face. She knew the exact shade of concealer needed to hide the dark circles from his insomnia.
The door banged open, and Yoongi stepped inside. He looked vibrant, chaotic, and completely exhausted. He slumped into the illuminated vanity chair.
"Ten minutes to stage, Yoongi," the tour manager yelled, slamming the door shut.
Y/N looked at closed door then at Yoongi. "What's with her?!"
Yoongi shrugged his shoulders.." This last six months were chaotic, so I kind of guess that everyone reached their limits, and honestly can't blame them. They all worked hard, especially you."
"We all did." Yoongi only nodded his head in approval.
Suddenly, the room was suffocatingly quiet. Yoongi leaned his head back, closing his eyes. "Tell me you have something to fix this, Y/N," he muttered, his voice raspy. "I feel like a ghost."
Y/N stepped into his space, picking up a damp beauty blender. She leaned over him, her left hand gently cupping his jaw to tilt his face toward the bright LED bulbs. Yoongi's eyes fluttered open. Up close, they were dark, vulnerable, and locked entirely on her.
As her thumb brushed his cheekbone, the heavy diamond on Y/N's left ring finger caught the studio lights, casting a sharp flash across Yoongi's face.
Yoonngi’s gaze dropped to the ring, his jaw tightening. It was a beautiful, flawless rock—chosen entirely by Nicholas, her wealthy, dependable fiancé who was currently waiting for her back in Korea. Nicholas represented safety, a quiet life, and a family approval she had spent years trying to earn. He was the man she was supposed to marry in three months.
Yoongi was out of reach. A beautiful, dangerous distraction she had sworn to ignore. He was forbidden since the first day she stepped foot in to the company. Per the ironclad non-disclosure agreement in her contract, Y/N was an invisible employee. Even if she was single a romance with the idol meant a ruined reputation and a massive lawsuit.
Yet, when Yoongi reached up and wrapped his fingers gently around her wrist, Y/N didn't pull away. Her pulse spiked against his skin. She hated how easily he read her, and she hated how much she wanted him to keep holding on.
"Don't cover all the rough edges," Yoongi whispered, his eyes lifting back to hers, filled with a quiet defiance. "You're the only one who sees them anyway."
Y/N forced her eyes away from Yoongi's gaze and cleared her throat, her voice tight.
"I need to set the powder before you sweat it off," she said, nodding toward the countdown clock on the wall. "You have exactly six minutes, and the tour manager will break down that door if you're late."
With a firm but gentle twist of her arm, she slipped her wrist out of his grip. She turned back to her vanity table, her hands shaking slightly as she reached for a large fluffy brush. The diamond on her finger felt suddenly heavy, like a lead weight pulling her back to reality.
Yoongi let out a low, defeated breath but didn't argue. He knew the schedule was ruthless. He leaned back into the chair, the brief moment of intimacy broken, though the tension between them remained thick enough to cut with a knife.
" That's it, you're all done. go get changed you have three minutes left."Y/N then picked up her phone and started walking towards the door. "I'll be right back," Y/N whispered, not waiting for his reply.
She ducked out the side door into the quiet, concrete backstage corridor. The heavy bass from the opening act rattled the walls, but it was better than the suffocating tension inside the dressing room. Her hands were still trembling as she scrolled through her contacts and hit Nicholas’s name.
He answered on the third ring.
"Hey, babe," Nicholas said, his voice crisp and perfectly clear over the line. In the background, Y/N could hear the soft rumbling and the strange murmur, but still she decided to brush it off. "Hey, what are you doing?" On the other end Nicholas began to stutter for a moment like he's afraid to say anything. " Umm, Just out for a team dinner."
"Oh. That's great, Nicholas,"Y/N said, leaning her head against the cool concrete wall. Hearing his voice was supposed to anchor her. It was supposed to remind her of the stable, predictable life waiting for her in Korea.
Instead, it just felt distant.
"Are you okay? You sound tired," Nicholas asked, his tone polite but distracted. "Did you manage to get that stain out of your dress for the rehearsal dinner?"
"Yeah, I took care of it," she lied softly. She hadn't even looked at the dress.
Across the hallway, the dressing room door clicked open. Yoongi walked out, flanked by three security guards and his tour manager. He had his earpiece in, his stage lights jacket on,showing that he can only be just an unreachable dream. But as he passed her, his eyes locked onto hers. He didn't stop walking, but his gaze lingered, heavy and knowing, tracking the phone pressed to her ear.
"Y/N? You still there?" Nicholas’s voice called out from thousand miles away.
"Yeah," Y/N whispered, watching Yoongi disappear down the tunnel toward the roaring crowd. "I'm here."
FAST FORWARD!
Ever since she came back home,Y/N still couldn't help but feel like a ghost walking around. The ring on her finger felt like it's burning her finger. She wanted to feel that old sense of safety. She wanted the confusion in her chest to vanish. But that didn't happen.
Even though the tour was over, she still had to work, which meant facing Yoongi. Luckily today was a lot easier for her since also Jimin was there, they had to film Suchwita and Jimin was a guest, which meant Y/N won't be busy that much.
For lunch break she decided to meet with Nicholas and discuss for the wedding invatations and stuff. No matter how hard it was for her she still had to focus on her wedding.
Y/N was sitting in a cafe, waiting for Nicholas but somehow he was being late half an hour, she tried calling him a few times but he didn't answer which was strange."Maybe he's busy with work,"She thought, so she decided to go to his company and pay him a surprise visit. When she arrived at his company with a lunch for him in one hand she opened the door of his office and suddenly froze at the sight in front of her. Instead of finding him working, Nicholas stood there in between his assistan's legs with a mouth pressed on her neck. At first they didn't notice Y/N standing there, not until she dropped the bag with lunch on the floor. They both turned towards her his panic quickly turned into cold indifference. He didn't even deny it, he casually admitted it had been going on for over a year. The "perfect fiancé" was a complete lie.
Dazed and numb, Y/N walked out into the pouring rain, not even noticing it. She threw the heavy diamond ring into a trash can that was on the corner . With trembling, wet fingers, she pulled out her phone and dialed the number she had been trying so hard to ignore.
Not caring if he maybe still be filming or not, she just knew that she needed him badly.
"Y/N?" Yoongi answered on the first ring, his voice tight with worry. "Where are you?"
"Yoongi," she choked out, her voice breaking for the first time. "It was all a lie."
Yoongi didn't hesitate and just went running out from the studio. The filming was already finished anyway.
Twenty minutes later, a sleek black SUV pulled up to the curb where Y/N was shivering under a storefront awning. The door flew open, and Yoongi stepped out into the rain, completely ignoring the risk of paparazzi. He didn't ask questions. He didn't just simply said anything. He just wrapped his strong arms around her, pulling her soaked body tightly against his chest.
He drove her back to his apartment . Yoongi immediately wrapped her in a giant, oversized hoodie, handed her a warm cup of tea, and sat beside her on the floor of his living room.
For the first hour, Y/N just cried, the anger and betrayal pouring out of her. Yoongi stayed completely silent, letting her grieve the life she thought she wanted. He gently brushed her wet hair away from her face, his touch remarkably tender for a man who commanded stadium crowds.
"I gave up everything for him," Y/N whispered, staring blankly at her bare left hand. "I tried so hard to be the perfect girl for a perfect life."
Yoongi reached out, taking her trembling hand in his. He traced the empty space on her ring finger where the diamond used to sit, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into her skin.
"You were never meant for a quiet, perfect lie, Y/N," Yoongi said softly, looking deep into her eyes with absolute certainty. "You were meant for something real. And I'm not letting you go this time."
The accusation hung in the air, sharp and entirely true. We both know you've been lying to yourself long before this have happened.
Y/N looked from his hand on hers up to his dark, intense eyes. Every defense mechanism she had built over the last five years crumbled. She was tired of being the perfect daughter, the perfect fiancé, and the perfect employee. She was tired of running from the terrifying, magnetic truth of the man standing in front of her.
"I hate you for saying that," she whispered, her breath hitching.
"Y/N—"
She didn't let him finish. Y/N closed the remaining inches between them, gripped the front of his soft t-shirt, and pulled him down to her.
The kiss was intense, a dam breaking after six months of forced restraint. It wasn't gentle. It was fierce, desperate, and filled with all the unspoken words, late-night glances, and shared secrets from the tour. Yoongi gasped against her mouth in pure shock, his body freezing for a second before his instincts kicked in.
His arms wrapped around her waist,as he pressed her back against the sofa.His hands tangled into her hair, tipping her head back to deepen the kiss, he tasted like coffee and the quiet warmth but his touch was pure fire.
For the first time in her life, Y/N didn't think about the consequences. She didn't think about Nicholas, her family, the paparazzi outside or her contract. There was only the steady beat of Yoongi’s heart against her chest and the terrifying, beautiful realization that she was finally exactly where she wanted to be.
Wow! Honestly I didn't realize that my account is 10 years until today,because I wasn't actually that active honestly.. But now since BTS is back and I was an Army since 2018 I would love to make new Army friends. Also I had an old account where I wrote imagines but sadly it was hacked. So I will activate on this one so you can send any requests you want.
Thank you for your support in advance💜
omG these edits will be the death of me
*credit to the original editor*
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