Alyce | Est. 1997 | Bi 💖💜💙 | Professional Writer By Day, Fanfic Writer By Night
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Genre: College AU, Basketball Captain!Yoongi, Basketball Captain!Reader, Idiots to Lovers, slight Rivals to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: Yoongi/Reader
Rating: M
Chapter Warnings: high school flashback, tooth-rotting fluff, vague references to infidelity
Synopsis: You and Yoongi always catch each other on the rebound.
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Yoongi parked the car just across the street from the marina. The air smelled salty and from downwind just a little bit fishy, but not overwhelmingly so.
"Remember this?" he asked.
You did in fact the last time you'd visited the marina. It had been the night of prom your senior year of high school.
"You brought me here cause I was sad," you said. "I didn't want to come."
"I didn't want you to just go home and cry. You deserved to have some fun on prom night."
The night of prom caused a smile to break out across your face, even though it certainly started off as the worst night of your life.
vVv
You sat against the wall near the door of the venue. Your date had never shown up and he had been in charge of your joint ticket.
Your blue dress pulled around your feet as you brought your knees to your chest. It was silky and long making it look like a waterfall down your legs. It was the most expensive piece of clothing you'd ever boughten, and you'd only got it for prom. For the one night of high school that was supposed to mean something. Although, your basketball championship and the scholarship you'd gotten earlier that year was certainly the highlight so far.
"What are you doing out here?"
You looked up and met eyes with Yoongi. He was dressed in a simple tux, nothing extravagant, but it fit him well and you caught your eyes tracing down the V-shape of his torso.
"My, uh, date hasn't come yet." You tried not to sound too pathetic. You didn't want to sound like you had been crying (you had) or that you still held out hope you date was coming (you didn't).
"It's an hour past when it started." Yoongi looked down at his watch before crouching down beside you.
"Then, why are you just getting here?"
"I wasn't sure if I was coming. I didn't want to, especially after you rejected me."
A pang of guilt hit you square in the stomach like it was pitched straight into a catcher's mitt. Yoongi wouldn't have stood you up. But, it wasn't your fault you'd already had another date.
"Then, why did you?" your voice sounded like venom now as you tried to prevent the tears from shedding.
"Senior prom only happens once," he said. "Plus, I figured I'd get to see you happy, even if you were with someone else." He reached up and tucked a stray piece of hair that had fallen out of your elaborate bun.
You didn't say anything, refusing to meet his eyes. He sat down beside you, refusing to allow you to sit alone. It was getting late and dark.
"Are you cold?"
"No."
"You look cold."
"Well, I'm not!"
Yoongi sighed and pressed the top of his head into the wall as he looked up at the night sky.
"Listen Y/N, I don't think he's coming. Do you want to get out of here?"
"And, go where? I can't back home. It'll be embarrassing."
"I don't know. We could go anywhere. We're on the city, we might as well enjoy it."
You sigh, not seeing anything else better to do. Part of you wanted to just sit there and mope until Prom was over and you could just hitch a ride with someone from the team. But, you knew it wouldn't make you feel any better. At least you would have Yoongi to argue with. Arguing with Yoongi always improved your mood.
"All right."
You stood up, stumbling a bit and catching yourself on the wall. You weren't used to wearing heels since you pretty much lived on the basketball court.
Yoongi held out his hand, but you swatted it away. You found your balance after a few moments and followed him out to his car.
"Where are we going?"
"I don't know," he said. "Anywhere you want to?"
You shrugged. You weren't horribly familiar with the city, having only come for basketball and the occasional trip with your family.
"I don't really know the city," you said.
"I might have a place in mind. I sometimes drive out here when I need to clear my head."
You nodded. Yoongi pulled out of the parking and drove the city. It was dark, but the streetlights created stripes down your faces. Yoongi's face looked different in the shadows. They caressed his lips and jawline, his soft features becoming sharper.
"You really came all the way here for me?"
Yoongi smiled, but you noticed his fingers tighten around the steering wheel. "Don't flatter yourself too much. I did actually want to come."
"Huh, I thought the Yoongi I knew hated school dances. I remember you saying in practice after I said I wouldn't go that you'd never go to a dance."
"I can change my mind."
You shrugged, but couldn't hide you smile as you thought about the fact that he had only come for you.
"You didn't know he was gonna stand me up right?" The smile left your face and was replaced with a worried pout.
Yoongi shook his head. "No, you just lucky, Y/N."
You settled down after that. The yellow city lights striping across your face as you watched the city in the nighttime.
Yoongi parked the car in a place where most of the city lights ceased. It was only when you got out of the car that you smelled the salty water and the cool air that you realized that he had taken you to the marina.
"This is where I come when I need to clear my head sometimes." He held out his hand and fly took it, realizing that his palm was nearly as sweaty and clammy as your own.
You walked down the main boardwalk until you reached the end. All you could see was the vast blackness of the starry sky and the dark, murky water five feet below your feet.
You and Yoongi hung your feet over the side of the boardwalk, abandoning your shoes along the edge. Your backs were flat against the uneven wood and you gazed up at the sky, your hands still clasped together as if you two were stars in the vast darkness.
"It's nice," you said. "I can see why you like to come here."
"There's so much happening around you," he said. "But, it still feels like your alone. You can't see anything for miles and it's noisy, but it all just blends in the the water."
You closed your eyes as Yoongi spoke, feeling your grip loosening around his fingers.
"Shit," he said. "I didn't realize you were so tired. Come on, let's get you home."
You shook your head, refusing to get up when he pulled on your hand.
"Y/N, come on, it's getting late. Prom is probably almost over anyway. Your parents are going to worry about you."
You sighed and stood up, your eyes open, but you still felt a windy feeling in your head that made you both want to sleep and jump off the dock and into the cold water below.
"Dance with me?" you asked. "I really wanted that one dance at prom, you know?"
"Uh, here?" Yoongi asked.
He didn't wait for an answer before pulling out a pair of earbuds from his pocket and handing you one of the buds.
"You brought earbuds to prom?"
He shrugged. "You never know when you'll need them." He held out his phone. "Choose a song."
You scrolled through a playlist of romantic songs, finally landing on one you recognized and that you had heard being played while had been waiting outside the venue.
As the song began playing, Yoongi's hands slipped down to your waist, holding you firmly, but his fingers were soft, trying not even to crease the soft fabric of your dress.
"I'm sorry you have to settle for me. I know you would've much rather have danced with your date."
"I'm sorry I turned you down." You wrapped your arms around his neck and your bodies were just barely touching, the fabric of your dress and his suit rubbed against each other, and you could feel the heat from his body. "I would've said yes if I hadn't already had a date."
Yoongi went quiet after that, one of his hands coming to rest on the small of your back. The two of you turned slowly to the music, your head eventually coming to rest on Yoongi's chest.
The cold sea air deeper underneath the thin silk of your dress and you shivered. Yoongi's arms tightened around you then. Your bodies coming fully together. His embrace felt like a blanket just out of the dryer, which made you close your eyes and lean into him.
The song ended and you just stood there with your arms wrapped around each other. Yoongi's hand trailed up your back and nested itself in your hair.
"Don't waste any more tears on tonight, okay?" Yoongi half smiled down at you. "Just listen to that song whenever you remember the sad parts."
You nodded, feeling cold once again without Yoongi's body against yours. You began walking back to the car, and Yoongi took off his jacket, laying it over your shoulders.
vVv
Yoongi handed you an earbud and a smile broke out across your face, which in turn caused his gummy smile to make an appearance.
"You know, everyone thinks you're such a hard guy, right?" You took the earbud and placed it in your ear. "But, you're honestly one of the most disgustingly romantic people I know."
"Don't act like you don't love it," he said, his arm coming around you. You two sat almost like how you did on prom night, with your legs dangling over the side. But, the marina was too busy in the daytime to lay flat on your backs.
You leaned your head against his shoulder as the song you danced to with him four years ago played.
"Can you believe it's been 4 years?" you asked. "And look, nothing much has changed. You're still bringing me to the marina when I'm in a bad mood."
You kissed his cheek lightly and smiled as a light blush replaced your lips. You knew he didn't really like to show much affection in public, partially because the two of you weren't in an official relationship, but also because it wasn't really his style.
There was always the threat of your teammates find out, which wouldn't be the worse thing. But, for the sake of the competition and for Ji-yoo, you thought it best if you two kept whatever you had under wraps.
But, what exactly was it that you two had? You'd gone to high school together, played basketball for years together, and finally had slept together a couple times. Were you friends? Friends with benefits? Two people not putting a label on your relationship?
You didn't want to care so much. What you and Yoongi had was casual, but what if he got bored? What if he moved onto someone else? And, graduation was coming up. It was very likely you would see Min Yoongi again.
You laid your head in Yoongi's lap, grasping onto his hands like they were anchors for the ship that was you.
"Hey," he said, softly, running his hands through your hair. "Everything okay?"
You nodded as you watched the waves of the sea crack against bottom of the boats parked in the marina.
Genre: College AU, Basketball Captain!Yoongi, Basketball Captain!Reader, Idiots to Lovers, slight Rivals to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: Yoongi/Reader
Rating: M
Chapter Warnings: references to sexual acts
Synopsis: You and Yoongi always catch each other on the rebound.
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"Remember to ice it for twenty minutes before you go to bed," you said, waving from the driver's seat of your car.
Yoongi nodded and slung his bag over his shoulder. He waved back at you before walking awkwardly towards his apartment. At the rate he was going, it was going to take him forever to get up the stairs.
You shut off your car and got out to help him. "Yoongs," you said, lightly grabbing his wrist and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "Let me help you."
Yoongi relented and allowed his arm to fall over your shoulders. You walked with him slowly as the two of you walked up the stairs one at a time.
Yoongi's face was curled in frustration and he was nearly panting by the time you reached his front door. You knew he had been careful not to put his weight on you and had taken the brunt of the pain himself. And, in all the years you'd known Yoongi, the one thing that frustrated him most was when he wasn't able to practice.
Yoongi reached in his pocket and pulled out his keys, fumbling slightly before getting the door open.
Yoongi's apartment was exactly how you imagined. Functional with a few small details of personality. The walls were mostly bare, except for his high school basketball jersey that hung on the main wall of the room.
"Aw, I still have mine, too," you said, pointing up at the fading red fabric.
"Oh yeah, I, uh, I like to remember where I started. And, it was the only thing we could get to stay on the wall without damaging it."
You laughed. Noticing the wall safe strips every college student is familiar with, on the back of the frame.
"You don't live alone, right?"
Yoongi shook his head. "Nah, I have two roommates. But, we're all busy, so we don't really see each other much."
"Do you want me to stay until someone else gets back?"
You helped drop him gently on the couch and stretched your shoulder as the weight he had leaned on you had still be substantial.
"It's getting late," he said. "You should get home."
You nodded, but not leaving the room. Yoongi always seemed to know the perfect thing to say when ever you were down. Maybe he'd known you long enough it just came naturally, or maybe he just understood something about you that you didn't. But, in that moment, you couldn't find anything to say to make Yoongi feel better, or rather, any reason to stay.
You'd never admit to him how much you wanted to curl up under his arm on that couch and watch a movie until you both fell asleep. Or, how thankful you were that you were chosen to help Yoongi rather than anyone else on the team or the coach.
"Call me when you get home," he said.
You nodded again and finally turned to leave when you felt Yoongi's hand wrap around your wrist. It was still a little sweaty and almost felt clammy, like a teenage boy who's about to confess.
Before you could question Yoongi's action, his lips pressed to yours quickly and chastely. It wasn't a special kiss by any means, in most respects boring and innocent. The kind of kiss that was shared between shy kids or as a quick interlude before both parties needed to rush off into their lives.
"Thank you," he said.
You nodded, not knowing how else to respond. You weren't sure why you were so awkward in the moment, but something in your stomach caused you to become weirdly energized and nearly trip as you turned around.
Your eyes widened as you came face to face with another boy. His eyes were just as wide and his lips pursed slightly in surprise.
"Oh, uh, sorry to intrude," you said, as you moved past the boy. "I was just dropping Yoongi off. He, uh, sprained his ankle at practice."
The boy nodded, any semblance of his surprise long gone. His composure barely lost.
"It's not an intrusion at all," the boy said. You hadn't noticed how attractive Yoongi's roommate was until that moment when he smiled at you and sent a glance at towards Yoongi. "I don't think we've met, I'm Jin."
"Y/N," you said. "I'm a friend of Yoongi."
"It seems like you're a little more than friends," Jin said, partially under his breath, but you could tell he wasn't attempting to hide his words.
You immediately felt your body grow warm and you dropped his eye contact.
"Leave her alone, Jin," Yoongi said, his cheeks tinged a shade of pink.
"I didn't mean to embarrass you, Y/N. I've just, uh, never seen Yoongi like this."
You ignored Jin's comment to save yourself from making a bigger fool of yourself and said you goodbyes. With another quick reminder for Yoongi to ice his ankle before bed, you walked back down to your car.
vVv
"The van's full," your coach said. You and Yoongi stood just outside the open door, your bags sling over your shoulders. "Does one of you mind driving?"
"I don't mind," Yoongi said, as you shook your head. While you weren't keen on driving,Yoongi always drove. It was infuriating that he always insisted. But, you knew that the three hour drive would wear you out and only make the anxiety you already felt increase.
You followed Yoongi to his car. He popped the trunk and he tossed his bag in before taking yours off your shoulder and throwing it in beside his.
You climbed into the passenger seat, buckling yourself in, and hoping to find some comfort on the long ride.
He plugged in an aux cord and held it out towards you. "Do you want to play music?"
You shrugged. "I don't care. You can play whatever." You turned to see the van full of you teammates departing and you caught a few sympathetic glances from them. They all still thought your rivalry with Yoongi was because you actually hated each other, or at least that you annoyed by him.
You would never tell them it was because you were trying to forget how his skin felt against yours. The pressure of his lips against your own. Trying to forget that you'd slept with him when he was Ji-yoo.
"Are you nervous?" Yoongi asked, keeping his hip hop playlist at a low volume. He pulled out of the parking lot, following the van.
"I don't know. I don't think there's a point, but, yeah, I guess I am."
"You've practiced a lot and look solid. You don't have anything to worry about."
You nodded, not feeling the knots settle in your stomach. "Are you nervous?"
"Not really," Yoongi said. "I don't really care if I win or lose. I've started to care mainly about my music. I love basketball, but I don't really think there's a future there for me."
You turned your head to try and hide to your surprise. Yoongi was one of the best basketball players you knew and if he didn't see a future for himself in the sport, where did that leave you?
"It's okay," he said. "I don't really want to play professionally. I'm more into my music."
You nodded, forgetting Yoongi was a music major. The majority of your teams were studying something related to sports: sport psychology, business, or like you, kinesthesiology.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing after graduation?"
He shook his head. "I'm just gonna keep working on it. I've already sold a few songs, so it shouldn't be too hard. Maybe do a mixtape or something."
"A mixtape?" you asked, smirking. "Could I listen to it?"
"Do you want to listen to it?"
"Maybe," you said. "If you'd let me."
"Well, I haven't even written it yet, but once it's finished, you'll be the first to listen to it."
You smiled. "Even if we don't see each other after graduation?"
That caused him to take his eyes off the road for a moment. They flit over your form that slumped slightly in the passenger seat.
"Of course, I can't think of anyone else I want to listen to it first."
Your shifted your gaze out to the vast highway. The van with your teammates now a few cars in front of you. You felt Yoongi look over at you a few times, while the looks were brief, they nearly burned holes in your skin.
You barely talked for the rest of the ride. Your thoughts straying to the last time you were in Yoongi's car. His limbs tangled with yours and his raspy, tired voice. You were sure now that he was in love with you. And, worst of all, you were falling in love with him.
You had just entered the city where finals was held. It was held in a professional stadium—the Ravens to be more specific—the team Yoongi had seen scouting you at semis.
If Yoongi was right, this could very well the city you'd move to after graduation. The place where your professional basketball career would begin. For the team, you'd loved since you were a child.
"You know, we could say we got stuck in traffic..."
"And? What?" Yoongi asked, his eyebrows raising, as he exited.
The city buildings rose above you now. It wasn't that you weren't used to the city, the twin you and Yoongi grew up on was a half hour away. But, your university was in a small city, where it felt like you could breathe.
"I don't know," you said. "I could finally pay you back for last time." Your lips twitched. You wanted to pretend that giving Yoongi a blow job hadn't been on your mind, but it was impossible.
"You really want to taste me, huh?" His lips were twisted in a smirk and his fingers splayed across the stick shift as he shifted down to a lower gear.
You gulped at his phrasing, finding that you quickly needed to rearrange yourself in the car seat.
"Not today," he said, the smirk still not leaving his lips. "Let's get through finals first."
You felt like you were going to lose your mind. The boy was going to force you to wait. But, maybe it was for the best. The last couple times you slept together it happened as a rebound, just to help you bounce back.
Except, it hadn't. You hadn't even glance at other guys since you and Yoongi first had sex on your desk.
"But, we should still take that detour. There's a place I've been wanting to go."
Genre: College AU, Basketball Captain!Yoongi, Basketball Captain!Reader, Idiots to Lovers, slight Rivals to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: Yoongi/Reader
Rating: M
Chapter Warnings: minor injury
Synopsis: You and Yoongi always catch each other on the rebound.
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With a week and a half until finals, both teams were practicing tirelessly. Nearly every evening and sometimes even late into the night.
It was one of the co-ed practices that we're becoming more common. You stopped complaining about them as they gave you a chance to tease Yoongi. Purposely brushing your fingertips past his thigh as you passed or making sure your ass made contact with his body as you squatted slightly to shoot.
It was mostly a game. One you knew Yoongi enjoyed just as much as you. You often caught his glances that grazed down your body and how he often found an excuse to stay after practice and walk you out to your car, his hand often lingering along your waistline.
You were currently running through some basic drills. You felt like you shouldn't waste your time on the things everyone was already used to, you needed to be practicing the plays.
But, it wasn't up to you. You only partially ran practice, the coach ultimately made the calls and could override you and Yoongi. And apparently, he thought running drills were the most effective way to use your time.
Your face was red and sweat beaded down from your hairline and into your eyes.
"Coach, I don't really think we should be running this much? Wouldn't shooting drills or running plays be a better use of our time?"
Everyone else was catching your breath and you knew no one else would stand up the coach.
Your words, however, in response your coach simply assigned everyone to run ten more lines. You heard a series of groans, but with the blow of the whistle you all took off.
The sounds of shuffling feet, the occasional squeak of a shoe sole, and heavy breathing were the only sounds to be heard. It only infuriated you more. It felt like you were all being punished despite the fact both teams were doing well.
You were halfway through the ten more assigned lines when you heard a smack on the hardwood floor and the sound of the breath being halted. It wasn't until you got to the other side of the gym and notice Yoongi on the floor.
You stopped yourself from rushing to him, but you could tell something was wrong. Yoongi didn't stay down unless something was actually wrong.
You coach went over and talked to him as you waited. You never took your eyes off the two and noticed a few others were fidgeting nervously, knowing that if Yoongi couldn't play, the boy's championship was impossible.
"Y/L/N!"
You quickly jogged over. You'd become a pseudo-nurse for the basketball programs as you mom was a nurse and you'd picked up a few things. You usually helped determine the severity of an injury before deciding how to proceed.
"Check him out. Take him to the hospital if he needs to, if not, just make sure he stays down."
You nodded and helped Yoongi up, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as you led him outside of the gym and into the small closet where the first aid supplies were kept. You could tell Yoongi was putting more weight on the injury than he should've been, trying not to lean his full weight against you.
"Is it your ankle?" you asked, sitting him down against the wall.
He nodded, his brow still sweaty as his head lulled back against the wall.
You opened the first aid kit and after receiving a quick nod from Yoongi, took off his shoe and sock.
His ankle was already swelling, but wasn't bruised. You carefully wrapped your hand around the joint and squeezed lightly. He flinched slightly, but didn't stop you.
"I don't think it's broken," you said. "Probably just a sprain. You need to stay off it for a couple days."
Yoongi shook his head and grabbed your hand. "No," he said. "I need to practice. Just wrap it and—"
"Shhh," you said, placing your index finger against his lips. When he shut up and glanced down at your finger, you removed it, before running your hand through his hair. You pushed it back so the sweaty strands were out of his face. "You've been practicing too much. That's why you sprained your ankle when you were running."
"I'll be able to play in finals?"
"You should. As long as you rest."
Yoongi nodded and stayed silent while you wrapped his ankle lightly. Your fingertips brushing over his skin occasionally. You felt his eyes on you, despite the fact that you hair was pulled into a messy ponytail and was probably a greasy sweaty mess, he never took his eyes off of you. Watching you as you worked quietly.
"I'm going to grab some ice," you said, standing up. "Stay there until I get back."
"Yes, mom," Yoongi said, a smirk taking over his features.
You rolled your eyes and left him in the small closet. You couldn't hide your smile as you entered the locker room and pulled out one of the ice packs you kept for sore muscles and injuries.
When you came back, Yoongi had listened and stayed sitting against the wall. You positioned his ankle and the ice so that it was comfortable and would give him the most benefit.
"We'll leave it on for twenty minutes," you said. "And, then, I'll take you home."
"No," Yoongi said. "I'm always the one who takes you home."
You chuckled slightly in disbelief. "Yoongi, it's your right ankle. You can't drive until the swelling goes down. At least until tomorrow."
Yoongi pouted, but didn't argue further. With nothing to do for another twenty minutes, you glanced around the closet which held the spare parts of the basketball program. The first aid supplies, spare and old uniforms, old towels that were only used for cleaning the floors or bleachers, and the trophies that were no longer on display.
You picked one up noticing that it was from only fifteen years before. You ran your thumb over the name engraved on the smooth metal on the base.
"Do you think this is what will happen to our trophies? If we win?"
"Probably," Yoongi said.
"Hmm, if it's just gonna end up in some closet, what's the point?"
You set the trophy back on the shelf and glanced at a few of the others. Your eyes lit up at one from twenty years before.
"Woah! Why isn't this one on display? Look at the name!"
"Song Jae-min?" His eyes widened after a moment. "He went here?"
"Yeah, he did! I can't believe this is his championship trophy." You stared at it for a moment longer before carefully placing back on the shelf, afraid you would damage it.
"Come here," Yoongi said, his voice slightly lower.
You were confused at first, but obeyed and moved towards him. He reached up and grabbed you downward, causing you to fall onto his lap.
"Yoongi! What are you doing?!"
You were expecting him to kiss you or something more dramatic, but instead he just rested his face against the hollow of your neck and held you close.
"That'll be you one day, Y/N. Someone will look at your trophy like you looked at his."
Your face flushed and you couldn't bring yourself to meet Yoongi's eyes. His left hand rested on your lap and his other was wrapped around your back, keeping you from falling backwards.
"Yoongi, you're sweet, but you really don't have—" He pressed his index fingers to your lips, like you had done to him earlier.
"Shhh, just sit with me, Y/N."
You sighed and laid your head against his shoulder. It was nice just sitting there with him. The dim lighting didn't flatter either of you, but something about it, made it feel like a rainy Sunday morning where you had no responsibilities to tend to and you could stay in bed all morning.
Yoongi's lips slowly began kissing the small amount of skin exposed by the collar of your T-shirt. The kisses were soft and lazy, with nothing in mind other than just kissing your skin.
"I'm all sweaty, Yoongi," you said, touching your drenched shirt collar.
"Mmm," he said, before grabbing your hand with his own and holding it in your lap. "You just look so pretty and..." he trailed off as his lips once again connected softly with your neck. "Thank you for taking care of me."
Genre: College AU, Basketball Captain!Yoongi, Basketball Captain!Reader, Idiots to Lovers, slight Rivals to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: Yoongi/Reader
Rating: M
Chapter Warnings: smut, oral (f rev), mentions of police, "princess" pet name, alcohol consumption, mentions of drunk driving (but none occurs), references to underage drinking (Yoongi and OC are not underage)
Synopsis: You and Yoongi always catch each other on the rebound.
A/N: I'm so sorry this has taken so long to post. I initially intended to get it posted over the course of a few weeks, but life happened and the last semester of grad school has been crazy for me (I also studied abroad over the summer where I had little time for my personal writing). I'm going to get chapters queued up over the next few weeks and I am going to try my best to have it lined up before I return to classes.
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Yoongi reached up and grabbed your hand with his forcing it down against the bed.
"No," he said. "Keep it on. The door doesn't lock and if someone walks in..."
You smiled and responded by pushing your hands up Yoongi's T-shirt. His skin was warm and soft and utterly intoxicating.
His lips continued to move downward, placing sloppy, opened mouthed kisses down the fabric of your dress. Damp spots began to appear as he moved his way down, but you didn't care.
Yoongi was on his knees as he came to the hem of your dress and pushed it up catching sight of your black lace panties. You heard him hum quietly in satisfaction.
"You didn't wear these to the game did you?" he asked. "I imagine that would be uncomfortable."
You laughed. "No, I wore them just for this."
"You planned on getting laid tonight?"
"They match the dress." You smirked
Yoongi began to kiss your thighs, his hands working to keep them parted. He hadn't even reached your core yet, and you were already writhing and wanting to close your legs around his neck.
"Yoongi, we can just fuck if you want, you don't have to—"
He began to slide down your panties then at an agonizingly slow pace. His fingertips brushing against your leg with every inch. When he reached your feet, he tossed them onto the bed beside you.
"No," he said. "I want to show you how much I like you. Let me treat you, Princess."
The nickname nearly sent you into an orgasm by itself. You didn't have much time before Yoongi threw your legs over his shoulders and began eating you out.
His mouth focused mainly on your clit, but that alone was enough to feel the build up in your stomach. If his skill wasn't already enough, the small grunts and moans he let out whenever he came up for air sent you reeling.
You buried your fingers in his hair and pulled lightly, relieving some of the tension.
"I've been—I've been thinking about this since last time," you said, not completely cognisant of the words falling from your lips. "I couldn't stop thinking about you."
Yoongi never responded as he was too busy trying to satisfy you. He looked amazing on his knees in front of you. If it weren't for the way his hands held you down, it would almost seem like you were the one in control. As if he—the high and mighty captain of the boy's basketball team—was bending to your will.
The thought only got you off more and you were so near your release.
You weren't sure exactly how Yoongi managed to get you off with just his mouth, having kept his hands firmly planted against your thighs the entire time.
"Yoongi, I'm gonna—"
You expected the boy to move his mouth at the warning, but instead as you orgasmed your release covered his lips and chin. He looked beyond irresistible as he emerged and brought the hem of his shirt to his mouth and wiped off your cum, exposing his toned stomach. His white fabric now stained and you were getting wet just looking at it.
"Yoongi, can I—?" You were cut off by the sound of sirens and the flash of lights coming through the window.
"Shit," Yoongi said under his breath. He reached above your head and retrieved his jacket and helped you pull down your skirt. He reached down and picked up one of your heels, searching for its mate.
You could already hear the rest of the partygoers running and various indistinguishable shouts. You sat up and while having just a moment ago been ready for another round, the situation killed your vibe.
"Forget them," you said. "I'll run faster without them."
You took Yoongi's hand and rushed towards the back door. You were sure the police were just there about a noise complaint, so they most likely weren't going to rush into the party, at least until they realized that at least half of the partygoers were underage.
Your first time at the semi-finals party had ended in you spending a night in jail, although you never ended up being charged. It was a college town after all, and drunk college students weren't always the most pressing matter.
"Did you drive?" Yoongi asked, still slightly behind you, but his fingers wrapped tightly around yours.
"Nah, I planned on getting a ride back with one of the girls in the morning. Did you?"
Yoongi nodded. "But, I had a drink. We can't go anywhere."
You were relieved Yoongi didn't plan on driving drunk, but with the majority of the cars parked on the grass in the back were gone.
You immediately spotted Yoongi's dark colored sedan and headed towards it.
"I mean, we aren't underage. They can't possibly care if we just hang out back here? We aren't breaking the law?"
Yoongi shrugged as he took his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the car. You climbed into the back wanting to lay down.
"I guess, we'll find out," Yoongi said, climbing in behind you and closing and locking the door. Despite the action still unfolding around you, the tires squealing away and the frantic screams of freshman attempting to run into the woods before they were discovered, the car felt quiet and you closed your eyes, already feeling a little sleepy.
Yoongi had somehow shuffled his way under you. Your back against the back of the seat and your side resting on his. His arm was loosely around your waist and his breath warm against your neck.
"We could just sleep here," he said. "I can take you home in the morning."
You nodded in agreement. You cuddled against his warmth and brought your legs up to rest in his stomach. With the movement, you brushed against his crouch, feeling that Yoongi was still hard and a sudden wave of guilt rushed over you.
"Oh, Yoongi," you said. "I'm sorry..."
"What?"
"You got me off, but you didn't—"
"Don't worry about me," he said, placing a kiss in your hair. His breath soon came to your ear and you could feel the heat radiating off of him. "I'm just happy I got to see you cum."
You knew Yoongi was just teasing, just wanting to rile you up a bit, but it made heat flood into your core and the guilt explode in your chest.
"I-I could suck you off," you said, trying to sound confident. You'd never given a blow job before, but if anyone was going to be your first, you were glad it was Yoongi. You trusted him to go easy on you the first time.
"No Y/N," he said. "Go to sleep."
"But, it's not fair," you said. "You were so amazing and I want to pay you back."
Yoongi's hands grazed over the fabric of your dress in soothing lines you were convinced was the outline to a beautiful work of art.
"Y/N, I didn't do it because I expected anything in return. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to."
"Yoongi, I want to!"
"Y/N," he said.
"Is it me? Do you just not like blowjobs?"
Yoongi chuckled slightly, probably cause it was obvious that you were a little tipsy. He smoothed down your hair.
"No, Y/N, the thought of you sucking my dick is possibly the hottest thing I can think of. But, I don't want you to do it because you feel obligated to."
You quieted and rested your head on his chest, not caring that your dress slipped up slightly or that your feet were now impossibly tangled with his.
Your mind raced at Yoongi's words. Part of you was touched and felt tears stinging and threatening to spill over. But, another part of you was worried. Did Yoongi care about you? More than in a friends who occasionally have sex way? Why else would he care if you felt obligated? Yoongi was a good guy—he always had been—but he has never been the type to turn down a woman freely giving her consent.
But, exhaustion soon overtook your worries. Your sleep was interrupted only momentarily by the bright shine of a light and the sound of Yoongi's deep, raspy voice. The one that emerged whenever he had just woken up or had been quiet for a while.
You couldn't catch what he said, but you felt his hands come to your body as he felt you shift on top of him.
Warnings: references to sex and sexual compatibility, but no explicit descriptions
A/N: I have Aries moon, so I hope I can channel that into this :) Enjoy
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Changbin
Chan
Jisung
Felix
Jeongin
Seungmin
Minho
Hyunjin
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Our double Leo, Changbin, has great placements for an Aries partner. Their mutual fire signs feed off each other's energy and have the potential to become a power couple. Changbin's Aries partner would become his muse. There may be some tension when they get competitive with one another (think going bowling with the members, and they have to their own lane because they are just so insufferable competing with each other). Even if his Aries partner is quiet and introverted, they become loud and boisterous around Binnie.
Chan's many libra placements make him a good candidate for an Aries partner. He certainly likes a challenge and an Aries would challenge him in many ways. Their bickering would be fun and playful, often flirty, but it could go too far if one of them was in a bad mood. But, together, Chan and his Aries could create amazing things and would work well together. Jisung's chart may look somewhat mixed compared to an Aries, but with two Libra placements, two Gemini placements, and one Leo placement, a well-balanced Aries would be a fantastic match for him. In everyday life, an Aries could help Jisung get out and become more comfortable with the world. With his Aries by his side, he could feel safe and know someone always had his back. Jisung would also help the Aries invest in a more domestic, slower, and less impulsive way of life and see the beauty of it too. His Aries would become his best friend and one of his most trusted people.
Felix has an Aries moon and a Venus in Mercury which could give him and an Aries a very passionate chance at a relationship. His Aries would need a chart balanced to his own as too much fiery energy could prove too much for Felix. But, he would absolutely love the way his Aries is stubborn and headstrong and goes through life fiercely and energetically. Their impulsive traits may match up sometimes and lead to them going on wild, last minute dates that almost no other couple would jump into so quickly. If well matched, this could be a couple who progresses very fast from dating to engagement and so on. Jeongin's chart is very Aquarius heavy which can be a good match, but often more as friends than as romantic partners. However, his Aries Venus gives him some interest in a confident and fearless Aries. There may be initial sexual and physical attraction with an emotional connection coming later as the two ease into knowing each other. With the right Aries, Jeongin and his partner could become a somewhat unliking but amusing and passionate pairing.
Seungmin has a strong personality with a Venus Libra, but his Cancer moon also hides some secret sensitivity that I think he would want to share with his partner. I can see an enemies to lovers thing happening with Seungmin and an Aries or perhaps a slow friends to lovers progression. It would take time for this match to really work, but it is not completely hopeless. If Seungmin and his Aries came to a mutual understanding and respect, I think they could eventually become fiercely protective of one another. An Aries would definitely like Seungmin's more devious side and they could be great partners in crime when it came to terrorizing the members. Minho's strong Scorpio chart paired with other placements that don't match well with an Aries Sun well, could make this match difficult. The two may butt heads—at least at first—though they may begrudgingly come to respect each other (though this may involve simply leaving one another alone). If it is to work, they will need to share a common goal or passion that they can work toward together. If their shared ambitious natures combine, they can be absolutely unstoppable. Bickering (both of a flirting nature and not) would likely be common, but not impossible to overcome. Also, Minho's ascendent would play an important role here—if he has a rising Leo or Sagitarrius the relationship may be less rocky. (The same goes for his partner. If they have an ascendant Cancer, Pisces, or Virgo, this could help balance out the natural friction between the two). Non-serious relationships between Minho and an Aries would probably work well, but long term romantic relationships may prove difficult.
Hyunjin may have issues with an Aries's brash and potentially arrogant-seeming personality. Their temper and stubbornness may also be factors that hinder a good match between these two. His chart is almost entirely Earth and Water signs which are naturally less compatible with an Aries. His only Aries placement is in the Mars position which means Hyunjin would want to keep his independence and alludes a natural charm and flirtatious spirit that may make an Aries feel threatened or insecure in a relationship. While not impossible for a relationship to work (especially if ascendant signs are known and considered), it would probably be the least likely to work out of all the members. Some initial attraction and interest may exist, but it would probably fizzle quickly as they learned each other's natures. If Hyunjin has a Leo or Libra rising, their chances may bode better and/or if his partner is a Cancer or Virgo rising. Ultimately, Hyunjin is mature and reasonable, if an Aries partner can be too, with good communication and understanding, there is a chance it could work out if both partners were invested.
Israel is not the “only place” for Jews to live safely. It is not our “only home”. It is not our “greatest self-defence”. Israel is a multi-billion dollar investment by the United States, and subsequently now most of the Western states, to maintain the interests of the United States in the Middle East. Weaponising centuries ofJewish pain to assert some kind of faux-religious war “the Muslim Arabs vs the Jews”.
The billions sent to arm the IOF are not for the “safety” of Jews, it is for the destruction of Palestinians and any body, any entity, that the United States wish to point their guns at. The United States want to control the Middle East, to ensure that the oil there is theirs and theirs alone. Another means to further monopolise natural resources.
The United States will poison communities to control them, puppeteer to get what they want. They infect developing socialist nations— like Burkina Faso, Libya, Iran, Korea, Cuba— and they will do anything to prevent their sovereignty and independence. Capitalism will cease to exist if it becomes out numbered.
Israel is not about Jews, it never has been. It is a mask, a façade, bastardising and disgracing thousands of years of Jewish ideological and cultural revolution. Thousands of years of our resistance and resilience has been hijacked by capitalist greed and hunger. We are not what the Capitalists want us to be; we are not our own enemy. Jews of the world, we must unite, we must stand by our brothers and sisters in this fight against the Facist evil, in this fight against our oppressors.
We are not safe until everybody is safe. Free Palestine.
ー☆ㅤㅤ [ lmh x fem!reader ] ㅤ੭𓂃 ㅤfluff 𓏧 being your enemy’s passenger princess is a dream that he likes it as much as you do ㅤ warnings drunk reader ㅤ ﹢ㅤ 0.8k wc
“Why am I her emergency contact?” your friend’s boyfriend cowers under his pointed gaze and hastily explains how you did not have an emergency contact so he just dialled your most recent call. Halfway through that explanation your friend drunkenly starts kissing her boyfriend making that the cue for them to leave.
Minho looks at you, who has been suspiciously quiet the whole time before he sighs, accepting his fate and drags you to his car. His glares do nothing to soothe the ache in his heart as he softly places you down on the passenger seat and carefully tucks your legs in before attaching the seatbelt.
Closing the door, he moves to the other side, sets himself down on the driver’s seat and puts in your house location. As soon as he starts the car you mutter your first sentence for the night, “You really came.”
“Yes, you called me so,” he reasons, more to himself than with you, hating the pang in his heart formed at the thought of what if you had called someone else and not him. God, he would have hated it!
You giggle under the influence saying, “Do you know how many times I have dreamed of being your passenger princess?” His heart flutters at the sound of your light laugh filling the car making him bite back a smile as he asks, “Why?”
“Because you look hot driving,” your blatant voice makes him choke on air as he feels his face getting hotter at the compliment. Minho tries to focus on the road and less on his thumping heart as you continue blabbering, “I am so cliché, I like my enemy.” After a short breath you continue, “Will you tease me about this tomorrow? Well, that’s okay, I will just make myself believe.”
When you suddenly stop his eyes widen and he hastily asks before he can stop himself, “Believe what?”
“That you tease me because you like me, like those book-boys,” your eyes fix on his face and it takes him all his self-control to not look at you or he knows he will straight up crash.
“Passenger princess huh? You like being that?” he quickly changes the topic as the air around him gets hotter. He makes a mental note to get his car's air conditioner checked. Maybe it is malfunctioning.
You nod lightly, eyes hazily fixed on him, making him grip the steering wheel as if his life depended on it and say, “You always call me that to tease me, the joke’s on you, girls love being called a ‘princess’.”
“Do you now?” the teasing edge returns to his voice, his cocky demeanour coming back instantly. “Most do,” you say softly and add, “I would hate it so much if you called someone else that though.” Minho doesn’t know how he kept his sanity after that sentence leaves he knows but he somehow brings you to your apartment and stands in front of the door.
“Password,” he asks, making you giggle and flirtingly pointing at his chest, “To your heart?”
“To your home,” he deadpans but can’t help a lovesick smile take over his face as he watches you cutely stumble to put it in. The low light of the hallway accentuates your features and he finds himself blaming the high of the night for wanting to grab your face and kiss you right then and there.
When the door finally unlocks he carefully holds you and walks inside as he finds himself spilling, “You don’t need to worry about the heart you have already got that unlocked.”
“Have I?” your eyes widen in anticipation as you sling your arms around his neck looking up at him and Minho swears he never saw as many stars in the night sky as he did in your eyes that night.
“Yes, the day I realised you were borderline tolerable, I knew I was screwed,” he whispers back, eyes fleeting between your lips and your eyes before he sighs panting lightly. He somehow makes you drink a glass of water and you plop down on the bed, pulling you with him but he stays upright making you pout. Mustering all his self-control he goes to find a change of clothes in your closet.
He waits outside patiently and after what feels like almost twenty minutes he hears the door unlock as he enters, your hair is ruffled, and your face is puffy and warm from all the alcohol yet Minho finds himself fighting all his demons to not press his lips to yours.
When you finally plop down on the bed he pulls up the duvet to your chin and sighs saying, “I find drunk confessions awful, but I am here swooning over shit like this, so yes, I am stupidly in love with you, I guess.” Your eyes light up even in the haze of alcohol and sleep overtaking your features and he finds himself resisting to kiss you for the third time that night.
“Remember it till morning, for me,” he whispers to you lightly and prays silently that you will, before turning off the lights and saying one last sentence, “Sleep, my princess.”
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Genre: College AU, Basketball Captain!Yoongi, Basketball Captain!Reader, Idiots to Lovers, slight Rivals to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: Yoongi/Reader
Rating: M
Chapter Warnings: mentions of exes/relationships, sexual references/themes
Synopsis: You and Yoongi always catch each other on the rebound.
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You'd played in semi-finals the previous three years and every time the locker room beforehand was the same.
The smell of muscle rub and hot showers and the slightly nervous singing that filled the room as everyone changed and got ready. Semi-finals decided your fate, if you would even make it to finals in the first place.
You smiled as a few of your teammates burst out into song and dance as "Getcha Head in the Game" came through the speaker you'd set up to pump up the team.
Yet, you weren't quite as relaxed as the rest of the team. You'd barely been able to eat anything that day and your stomach was still turning. This was your last chance to earn a title for your team, for your school. Sure, you'd won a championship two years ago, but you weren't captain then. You wanted your name engraved on the trophy. You wanted to lead your team to a victory.
You looked down at the protein bar you'd found on your desk when you'd gotten there an hour before. You knew it was from Yoongi because he had written, "Good luck" in Sharpie on the front. You couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Yoongi sneaking into the girl's locker room before anyone got there just to leave you a snack.
It was the first correspondence you and Yoongi had shared since the day he drove you home from practice. Other than a few quick glances and the formalities of the sport, neither of you had paid the other any mind.
The boy's game was nearly over and you knew they were going to win. You'd heard your school's cheer numerous times and the muffled announcements whenever a basket was scored.
"Yoongi's doing pretty well," you heard Ji-yoo say.
"You must be pretty proud," another one of your teammates said. "Your boyfriend has been killing it these last few games."
"No, I'm surprised."
Silence fell over the conversation and you felt yourself unconsciously lean towards your open door slightly. You felt a pang of guilt at eavesdropping on the conversation, but the cement walls of the locker room carried conversations extremely well, that even without the music and your inching over you could almost fully hear.
"What do you mean?"
"I broke up with Yoongi. This morning."
Your heart stopped. She knew. You felt tears pricking your eyes wondering if it was possible to just sink into the hard cement wall and become part of it. Did Yoongi break down and tell her? Did someone see them leaving together? Oh God, had the locker room not been empty that night?
Your cheeks flushed as you ran through all the possibilities and remembered the night in the question. Even if Ji-yoo somehow found out, for some reason you couldn't make yourself regret it, which only made the tears prick at your eyes harder.
"Oh my gosh, girl! Why?!"
Ji-yoo paused. You were luckily hidden behind the wall, so she didn't see you as she looked around.
"I'm with Chan-woo now."
The other girls gasped and you tuned out their hushed whispers. The tears were suppressed by the shock and your glane wandered down to the protein bar. Had she done by the time he'd snuck that onto your desk? Was that the only reason he did it?
Your breath hitched as the final buzzer of the boy's game rang. You only had twenty minutes until your game and your heart was already beating against your ribcage in a terrifying rhythm.
You shot Yoongi a quick text.
"You okay?"
It only took him a few minutes to respond.
"I just won the game. Of course, I'm okay."
"I heard about Ji-yoo."
"Don't worry about me, are you okay?"
"As okay as I can be."
"Go out there and kick some ass, Y/N. Show Chan-woo why he doesn't deserve you."
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The tight black dress you wore was a far cry from the T-shirts and gym shorts you lived in otherwise. It felt nice though. Even you liked to dress up every once in a while. Seeing boy's player's jaws drop and eyes widen was enough of a reason for you change it up.
The party was already getting out of hand. Half of both teams was already drunk and the music had been turned up much too loud. Luckily, the large house that belonged to someone on your team's family was fairly secluded and it shouldn't end how many of these parties had ended in the past: with the red and blue lights of police lights.
Once you were spotted, a few of your teammates came and handed you a drink. You had no idea what it was, but it burnt slightly as it went down.
You'd won the game. By a landslide, in fact. Your teammates carried you off on their shoulders and elation filled you to the brim. You'd made it to finals. And, even if you hadn't, the post-semifinals party was legendary. It just may not have been so wild if either team lost.
You didn't recognize many of the faces there. You saw a few from your team and from the boy's team, a few cheerleaders and sideline managers, but nearly everyone else was a stranger.
The music suddenly cut and the room cheered. You realized everyone was looking in your direction.
"Give it for the team captains!" the DJ practically screamed into the microphone, causing you to cover your ears. The room erupted into cheers and you felt your face go red and your fingers fiddled with the hem of your dress.
You turned and got saw Yoongi behind you, his face also red and a shy smile crossed his features. After a minute or so, it all died down and the music started back up.
You approached Yoongi and couldn't help but feel a twinge in your stomach. He looked good. He wore ripped skinny jeans, a white T-shirt, and a black bomber jacket that was just slightly too big for his frame. Finishing it off, he wore a silver necklace that fell perfectly in the indent between his pecs and his hair was messily styled. You wanted to jump him right then and there.
"Hey," you said. "I never got to congratulate you."
Yoongi smiled. You noticed his eyes doing a quick once over of your own attire. He was quick to meet your gaze though, acting as if he hadn't been checking you out.
"Thanks, congrats to you too. I watched your game and you played well." He rubbed the back of his palm with his neck. "I said you didn't need those extra shooting practices."
You'd noticed Yoongi up in the bleachers. You caught his eye a couple times, but when you noticed Ji-yoo's flushes cheeks, you wondered if you were the only reason he stuck around to watch the game.
"You know, I saw a couple scouts from the Ravens there," he said. "They seemed impressed."
Your eyes widened, but not from the news that Yoongi had seen scouts from your favorite professional women's basketball team at the game. Just within your eye line you caught sight of Chan-woo and Ji-yoo. Chan-woo's arm was slung around her shoulders and you couldn't help but notice the dark bruises that popped out from the neckline of her shirt.
"Yoongi, let's go over..." You attempted to grab his wrist and pull him towards the other end of the party. Ji-yoo has just broken up with him that afternoon, it would probably hurt to see her with someone so soon.
You tried to ignore the own rumbling in your stomach, not just from seeing your ex kiss someone else, but also because you worried for Ji-yoo. Would Chan-woo break her heart too?
"Y/N," he said. "What are you doing?" He followed your glance and caught sight of the couple, who still lingered near the entrance. Chan-woo's hand now rested firmly on her ass and you couldn't help but cringe, feeling Chan-woo's hands and lips on your own skin again.
"Oh," he said. "Listen, Y/N, you don't have to try and protect me."
"But, you and Ji-yoo broke up today, aren't heartbroken?"
Yoongi's eyes darkened for a moment and you felt his hand creep to rest lightly on your arm, his fingers rubbing your skin slightly causing goosebumps to erupt even in the warm environment of the party.
"Probably not as much as I should be." You felt his breath on your skin as he moved close to you, his hands coming to your waist. "Come on, let's give them a show."
You and Yoongi danced, although you were both too sore to be serious about it. You noticed Chan-woo sneaking glances at you and it only made you want to grind against Yoongi to watch the other boy squirm.
"How far are we going to take this?" you asked, the palms of your hands momentarily pushing against Yoongi's chest. He looked down at you through his fringe of black hair. You recognized that expression, his mouth slightly upturned and his dark eyes appearing even darker.
"As far as you want," he said. "Do you want to make him jealous?" His hand brushed some of the hair that had fallen into your face while you were dancing. "He watched the game too, Y/N. He saw the way you played and how sexy you looked on the court. He'd hate to see me—"
You cut him off with your lips. It didn't take long for him to catch on as his hands roamed down your body.
You were just going to make out. That was all. Just enough to show you moved on.
Yoongi soon took control of the kiss, his tongue entering your mouth, and you stifled a moan.
You pulled away. "Let's—let's go somewhere else." You motioned to Chan-woo and Ji-yoo who very obviously had gotten a full view of your make out session.
Yoongi took your hand and led you to the edge of the party before he pushed you against the wall and continued the kiss, the intensity immediately returning.
"You know this isn't what I meant," you said, but you couldn't help the smile that crept onto your face.
"Mmm," was his only response before his hands lowered to your ass and pulled you towards him.
You worried someone other than Chan-woo or Ji-yoo from either of your teams would see. You and Yoongi were supposed to be rivals, essentially supposed to hate each other until finals. You weren't supposed to be making out with him or feel the rush in your head whenever you caught his glance.
If anyone asked, you'd just say you were drunk. No one could blame you, practically every girl on your team wanted to fuck Yoongi. No one would blame you.
"He's looks pissed," Yoongi said, pulling away and resting his forehead on yours. You caught the smirk that was on his face and it only made you want him to fuck you again.
You turned your head and while your body was trapped by Yoongi's arm, you could still see Chan-woo glaring at the two of you and Ji-yoo's face was flushed, her hand on his bicep obviously trying to calm.
"That day in the gym. He was mad cause I wouldn't sleep with him...if...if he thought I was going to—"
Yoongi was dragging you down the hallway before you could even finish your sentence. His grip was firm as he led you towards the end of the hall and into an empty bedroom. You collapsed onto the bed that's sheets probably cost more than your entire bank account. You tried to stifle your laughter and the adrenaline that ran through your body, but failed as you giggled uncontrollably.
You flung the pair of black heels off your feet and they landed a couple feet away. You were glad to rid yourself of them, wishing you had just chosen to wear Jordan's with your dress. Sure, it would probably look odd, but it would be you.
Yoongi fiddled with the doorknob, attempting to lock the door, but instead finding the lock broken. He shrugged and threw his jacket on the pillows at the top of the bed. He laid down beside you and you couldn't help but want to huddle yourself against his warmth.
"He looked like he wanted to beat the shit out of you," you said. Yoongi hadn't bothered to turn on the light, so you were just staring up at darkness for the most part. But, you could make out Yoongi's face and form beside you.
"Let him," Yoongi said. "We wouldn't have a shot at finals without me."
You chuckled. Normally, you would view his comment as arrogant, but it was true. Without Yoongi's leadership, the team didn't have a chance of winning finals. And you knew Chan-woo knew too. It was the only reason Yoongi didn't have a black eye.
"I'd feel bad if he actually did it though," you said, the words falling from your lips before you fully registered them. The darkness made you bolder.
"He won't," Yoongi said. "And, even if he did, it'd be worth it cause I got to see his face when I kissed you." You felt Yoongi shift on the bed, his body coming to hover over your own. His forearms on either side of your head, supporting himself so that he didn't crush you. "And I got to kiss you."
He leaned down and brushed his lips against yours. They were barely there and you couldn't help but feel fluttering in your stomach as he pulled away.
"Yoongi, Ji-yoo's not going to see."
"Do you think that's the only reason I kissed you back?" he asked, his dark eyes trained on you. You could sense their disbelief as they raked across your features.
You stayed silent and Yoongi sighed. One of his hands rested on your hip and the other ran through your loose locks. His body was nearly flush against yours now and the weight of his body made you want to squirm.
"God, you look so pretty with your hair down." You were happy the room was dark and hid the blush that erupted across your cheeks. His breath was shaking as he spoke again. "Y/N, me and Ji-yoo have been on the rocks for a while now. Since before I slept with you. We were never good for each other. I liked the girl, but—"
Yoongi's lips attached to your neck and you lulled your head back, allowing him a larger canvas.
"But?" you asked, barely managing to get the word out.
"But, I like you more." His lips moved from your neck and to your exposed collarbones. Shivers ran down your spine and you lowered the straps on your dress, preparing to slide it off.
A/N: I've gotten a few requests for other signs and just know that I plan on doing one for all of the zodiac signs, but want to go chronologically. Feel free to keep requesting just wanted to let you know that I DO plan to get to all of them :)
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Minho
Seungmin
Hyunjin
Changbin
Jisung
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Chan
Jeongin
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Minho and Seungmin both have ideal placements for compatibility with a Pisces. Minho's Scorpio Sun is perfect for a Pisces Sun. His Venus is also in Scorpio which compliments a Pisces. Minho would like the quiet and gentle nature of a Pisces. Many Pisces Suns tend to be quite cat like in their daily actions and lives making them a good match for Minho. Seungmin's Virgo Sun is also quite compatible with a Pisces, but they have more incompatible similarities than a Scorpio and Pisces match. Out of everyone, a Pisces can get Seungmin to loosen up a bit and he helps keep his imaginative Pisces grounded.
Hyunjin and Changbin have major advantages when it comes to attracting a Pisces partner. As a Pisces himself, Hyunjin innately understands a partner who shares his Sun sign. A double Pisces relationship is exceptionally romantic and they will live life very similarly. With that said, without a grounding sign in one of the major placements, they could face some strife due to over-idealization of their partner and the relationship. With the right balance, this relationship could be full of sweet glances and being one another's muse.
Changbin as a Leo has fairly good, but not perfect compatibility with a Pisces. However, the attraction is very strong between these two. With the right nurturing and communication, a Leo and Pisces can make a great couple. Changbin has a few other placements that would work well with a Pisces partner: a Mercury in Cancer and Venus in Virgo soften his Leo confidence into something principled and modest, often manifesting in the way he loves and protects others. This could especially be seen in the way he is constantly cares for his Pisces partner: walking on the outside of the sidewalk, making sure they always have a mask, and holding their hand whenever he senses the smallest bit of stress.
Jisung and Felix, our Virgo twins, both have moderate compatibility with Pisces. Jisung has a slight advantage because all of his major placements (that are known): Virgo Sun, Pisces Moon, and Libra Mercury and Venus are all highly or moderately compatible with a Pisces Sun. Jisung would feel safe with a Pisces because of their generally accepting and gentle way of life. Felix may find this quiet allure a bit off-putting. However, it's not enough for him to write off a Pisces partner altogether. Though, ideally, there would be some more compatible placements elsewhere in their charts. Felix would appreciate that they share similar sensibilities and kind outlook on life. A Pisces partner may force Felix to become more assertive in order to care for his Pisces whereas a Pisces may find a muse, confidante, and best friend in Felix.
Chan has mid-compatibility with the average Pisces. With the right combination of placements, it can work. Chan and a Pisces have better friendship material than romantic. They can both be stubborn and try for longer than they should to make a romantic relationship work. With that said, Chan and a Pisces partner appreciate each other's art. In ideal circumstances, Chan and Pisces would have great affection for each other and each would help the other out of their comfort zone. Pisces would help Chan relax and not work so much whereas Chan would bring some order and a bit of chaos to a Pisces peaceful existence.
On the surface, Jeongin and Pisces very little compatibility. Of course, if other signs in the chart match, it may overrule the incompatible Suns. Though, all but Jeongin's Moon and Mercury are fairly incompatible with a Pisces Sun. As an Aquarius, Jeongin is energetic and opinionated when it comes to his private life. This can scare aware the more reserved Pisces. Some more adaptable Pisces may find initial excitement in an Aquarius, but it is likely to burn out quickly. Now, Jeongin and a Pisces could work if the Pisces Sun has more compatible placements with Jeongin. In the right circumstances, Jeongin could essentially become a sunshine protector for his favorite Pisces.
Genre: College AU, Basketball Captain!Yoongi, Basketball Captain!Reader, Idiots to Lovers, slight Rivals to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: Yoongi/Reader
Rating: M
Chapter Warnings: sexual harassment/assault,
Synopsis: You and Yoongi always catch each other on the rebound.
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The semi-finals were only a week away and your shooting game was still not up to scratch. While shooting had never necessarily been your strength, you'd been missing easy shots at practice recently.
You blamed Chan-woo and Yoongi for your sudden relapse in ability. Chan-woo seemed to have moved on from you quickly and seeing him flirt with your teammates sent a jolt of pain through your chest.
The way he'd let his eye linger over your teammates as they played or how he'd always be slightly too suggestive with his compliments made your stomach do back flips and your eyes to water. You held it back though, knowing Chan-woo wasn't worth your time. Even though you knew that, it still caused you to fumble whenever he was defending you.
You knew everyone noticed. You weren't normally the type to lose the ball or have it stolen from you, but when he was so close to you, his breath on your neck and his chest just inches from you. Your throat would feel like was about to close up and you'd lose your focus on the ball.
Yoongi had barely spoken to you since he drove you home. You'd catch his glances in those moments or mutter a quick, "Good game" to each other while your hands connected for a split second.
For some reason, the feel of his hands on your body never left you. But, instead of making you feel dirty or regretful, it just made you want to feel his hands on you again. His gentle, but meaningful touches that could send waves of pleasure through you.
Usually, when these thoughts invaded your mind, you'd spot Ji-yoo waving to her boyfriend who sat in the bleachers across the gym waiting for practice to get over, or you'd watch as Yoongi wrapped his arm around her waist once she'd showered and was ready to leave.
You tried not to look, didn't want to feel the pain in the pit of your stomach, but you couldn't stop it. You simply would fling the ball up towards the basket hoping it would solve all of your problems.
The joint girls and boys practice—the last one before the semi-finals tournament—ended and everyone went back to the locker room. Except you. You were still on the court practicing your different shots: jump shots, layups, free throws, three pointers, and every other shot you could think of.
Sweat ran down your face and you breathed heavily as your mind ran through everything you needed to perfect before the game. At least, that's what you told yourself. You knew it was all just a distraction. A distraction from the pain you felt. Pain you could do nothing about.
Not to mention, you could barely sit at your desk without thinking about Yoongi bending you over it.
"Y/N!" someone called from the other side of the gym, near the entrance. You turned to see your ex-boyfriend—who hadn't come to practice that day—standing there. His hair was slightly ruffled and he wore a simple sweatshirt and jeans, and you wanted to kick yourself for the stirring you felt in your stomach just looking at him.
"Chan-woo," you said, glancing around the gym, hoping you weren't the only one left after practice, but knowing you were. "What are you doing here? Practice is over."
"I know. I uh came to talk to you."
Your stomach dropped and the ball in your hands did too, bouncing and rolling back towards center court.
"Chan-woo," you said. "What is this about? I—"
"I want you back. I made a mistake."
You were stunned by his words—frozen stiff as a board—but you didn't have time to open your mouth before his lips were on yours. His arms wrapping tightly around you.
"Chan-woo!" you said, pushing the boy away. "Stop!"
"What's wrong, baby? Don't you want me?"
"Don't do this to me," you said, refusing to look up at your ex-boyfriend. "You hurt me once already."
"It's not like you could find anyone else," Chan-woo said. "You're too wrapped up in basketball. I mean, look at you. Everyone else has already gone home and you're still here."
Chan-woo began to move closer to you, his hand coming to rest on your lower back and his forehead nearly touching your own.
"I never understood you, Y/N. All the guys stare at your ass, but you never put out. I thought maybe if I was your boyfriend, it would be easier..."
His lips eased towards yours again and moved as far away from him as his arms would allow and turned your face from him. You closed your eyes hoping that he would eventually give up or go away. He was the last thing you needed in your life.
Despite everything that had happened since he broke up with Chan-woo, you'd realized just how good him leaving you had been. You felt freer and happier. He was never there trying to pressure you for sex or criticizing your basketball skills.
"Chan-woo!" someone yelled from the other side of the gym near the locker rooms.
You felt his hands leave you and you turned around to see Yoongi walking towards you. He had changed into a plain T-shirt and jeans, the tips of his hair still damp.
Chan-woo backed off. It seemed Yoongi was the one person the boy was afraid of. You remember listening to Chan-woo complaining about how Yoongi criticized him at practice, convinced he had it out for him.
But, from what you had witnessed of Chan-woo at practice, Yoongi was normally right to call him out. He often made small mistakes that if done often enough, could cost the whole team a game. Chan-woo had bad habits Yoongi was trying to break.
"What's going on?" Yoongi asked. You felt his fingertips brush against the small of your back, briefly and subtly.
Both you and Chan-woo stayed silent, but your eyes met Yoongi's and his dark eyes immediately hardened towards the other boy.
"So, you can come harass your ex-girlfriend, but you can't come to practice?"
Chan-woo's expression immediately turned to one of panic. "I'm sorry, Captain. I'll be there tomorrow."
Yoongi bossed. "You will, and if I catch you ditching again, I'll bench you."
Chan-woo nodded and left the gym quickly. You nearly allowed your legs to collapse beneath you, but quickly felt strength come back to you when Yoongi's hands came up and brushed away the stray hairs that had come out of your ponytail.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
You nodded, although you knew from the way his eyes softened that he knew it was a lie.
"It's not a big deal, Yoongi," you said, trying to hide the sobs in your voice.
"God, Chan-woo is such a prick. I should just kick him off the team."
You shook your head. "He'd just blame me and it would make it worse. It's okay, we're graduating soon and I won't have to see him again."
"But, you should feel safe at practice, Y/N. He can't harass you like that."
You agreed, but you just wanted to put it behind you. Chan-woo would eventually move on from his obsession of having sex with you. You never did sleep with Chan-woo, never fully trusting him, but you certainly weren't what he insinuated. You had experience and he would hate to know that Yoongi was the only one that knew that for sure.
"Come on, go get changed. I'll take you home."
"I still need to practice my jump shot. I—"
"No," Yoongi said, grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the the girl's locker room. "You don't need to practice anymore. You're going to do fine at semis."
Instead of just dragging to the door, Yoongi flung open the door and drug you insider the locker room, as if he let go of your hand outside the locker room you would just run away from him and start practicing again. He knew you too well.
"Change," he said, his voice suddenly deeper and more commanding.
You blushed, crossing your arms over your chest. "Are-Are you going to leave?"
"No, cause if I leave you're going to go back out there and keep practicing."
"But, I need to change, Yoongi. I promise I'll change and come right back out."
He crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't trust, Chan-woo. If he were to come in here and I wasn't here..."
You sighed, but felt a slight flutter in your chest.
"All right, fine, but can't you at least turn around?"
Yoongi smirked. "Nothing I haven't seen before."
"Min Yoongi! I swear I will break your leg before finals if you don't—!"
Yoongi chuckled and turned around, but his body was still close to yours. Making it difficult to undress without brushing over his back.
"You think we'll make it to finals?" he asked.
"Of course," you said. "You do every year." You slipped your shirt over your head and your shorts down your legs, throwing them both into your gym bag.
You couldn't help but notice the way he tensed when you arm brushed against him.
"Our team isn't as strong this year," he said. "I'm afraid he won't make it past semis."
You removed your sweaty undergarments and quickly replaced them. You tried to freshen up slightly, putting on some deodorant, but you would have to make up for the missed shower when you got home.
"Yoongi, your team has you. You'll make it. Besides, don't you want to get the title for the boy's team?"
Yoongi shrugged. "Of course," he said. "But, I have a bunch of freshman who are still new to college ball. I'm worried we don't have what it takes."
You tapped his shoulder lightly signaling that you were fully dressed. He turned around and nodded, smiling a small closed lipped smile down at you.
"You have it takes, Yoongi. I know the team will make it."
"Come on," he said. "Let's go. Maybe Chan-woo will see me taking you home, I'd love to see how pissed that would make him."
You chuckled slightly. "This would probably piss him off more." You leaned up and kissed Yoongi's cheek lightly, not oblivious to the blush that now overtook his features and the gummy smile he was trying to hide. "Thank you."
"It was nothing, Y/N. Now, come on, it's getting late."
Genre: College AU, Basketball Captain!Yoongi, Basketball Captain!Reader, Idiots to Lovers, slight Rivals to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: Yoongi/Reader
Rating: M
Chapter Warnings: short chapter lol, public sex, discussed cheating, smut
Synopsis: You and Yoongi always catch each other on the rebound.
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Yoongi kicked the door shut and reached over to lock it in one swift motion. You managed to reach into your desk drawer where you kept a box of condoms. Normally, you gave them out to the girls on the team when they headed out on dates after practice, rarely did they ever come in handy for your own escapades.
"Yoongi..." you said, breathlessly, bunching up the bottom of his shirt in your hand, exposing the very slightest of his toned stomach. If you hadn't been sitting, you were sure your knees would've gone weak beneath you. "What about Ji-yoo?"
"What about her?" he asked, his mouth moving from your neck. He took off his shirt and tossed it aside. You nearly lost all the breath in your lungs as he made quick work of your shirt next, pulling it over your head and throwing it out of your sight. You were wearing just a plain sports bra, but Yoongi didn't seem to care, his lips attaching to your chest.
"Sh-She's probably waiting for you and she's your girlfriend." Despite your reservations, you slipped off your shorts and wrapped your legs around Yoongi's hips, feeling him against you. At this point, you needed him and even if you were betraying someone on your team, you weren't sure anything or anyone could stop you.
"She already left," he said. The words were all you needed to press your lips to his and grind against him. The friction was driving you crazy and you knew Yoongi was also eager to satiate the need.
It wasn't long before the rest of your clothes were on the ground and Yoongi was fucking you on your desk. You bit your lip trying to hold back the moans that threatened to spill from your lips. The top of your head brushed against the closed blinds and your hands roamed from Yoongi's hair and down his bare chest.
"Did you think about this a lot?" you asked, the tension building up in your stomach.
"All the fucking time," Yoongi said, his voice just more than a grunt. "You feel just like I imagined."
That sent you over the edge and you felt your orgasm pass through your body. Yoongi reached his just after and you fell against his chest, sweaty and out of breath.
Yoongi's hand came to rest momentarily behind your head before he pulled away and began collecting the clothes thrown around the room.
He handed you yours as he pulled on his boxers and shorts. You dressed, not saying a word, a wave of guilt suddenly washing over you. Yoongi had a girlfriend. A girlfriend who played on your team. You had no idea how you were going to face the girl the next day at practice.
"Yoongi," you said, trying to hide the fact you wanted to cry again. Normally, you weren't a crier, but something about the boy getting dressed in front of you made you let the barriers. "Ji-yoo is..."
"Not going to find out about this," he said.
You sighed and got off the desk and pulled on your clothes. Once you were both dressed, you glanced up at him and his face was oddly calm, his eyes studying you. You looked away quickly and crossed your arms.
He sighed and walked towards you, placing his hands on your shoulders. "Hey, don't start feeling guilty on me now. We've already taken this too far. I've already cheated."
The word sounded so harsh it sent a pang through your chest. You felt tears prick at your eyes, knowing this was partially your fault. You'd been upset and even if you didn't admit it, you were looking for comfort.
"I'll break up with her if you want," he said quietly. His right hand left your shoulder and intertwined itself with yours, but you quickly pulled away.
"No," you said. "I don't want you to hurt her. She's a sweet girl and she doesn't deserve this." The tears began to pour even though it was the last thing you wanted.
"Don't worry about Ji-yoo," Yoongi said, pulling you into a hug. "She's my problem. You didn't do anything wrong, Y/N."
"I gave you consent, Yoongi. I-I wanted it."
"Shhh," he said, pushing your hair back and kissing your hairline softly. The kiss was so chaste you hardly believed this was the same man you'd just had sex with. "Did you drive today?"
You shook your head. You hardly drove to practice anymore since you lived just a short bus ride away. Your roommates always told you it was dangerous to take the bus home by yourself so late, but you sometimes enjoyed the dark and quiet bus ride, allowing you to collect your thoughts.
"Come on, I'll drive you home."
You didn't argue knowing—this time—that it would be pointless. You gathered your things and followed Yoongi out to his car.
The drive was short, but the exhaustion hit you almost immediately. Your eyelids drooped as you listened to Yoongi hum along to some random rap album.
"Y/N," Yoongi whispered, softly rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. "We're here."
You opened your eyes and nodded. You muttered a quick thanks and opened the car door and grabbed your duffel bag.
"Wait, Y/N," Yoongi said. "Don't worry too much about today, I don't expect anything from you. We can pretend it never happened if you want—"
"Yoongi, it's okay. We don't need to discuss this. Just go home, okay?"
Genre: College AU, Basketball Captain!Yoongi, Basketball Captain!Reader, Idiots to Lovers, slight Rivals to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: Yoongi/Reader
Rating: M
Chapter Warnings: break up, implied cheating, cursing/sexual language
Synopsis: You and Yoongi always catch each other on the rebound.
Notes: The first chapter! Enjoy x
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You hated the days where the girl's basketball team was forced to practice with the boys. It meant that you'd have to deal with the smell of boy sweat, being blatantly checked out, and many of the guys making fools of themselves as they tried to show off. Not to mention, you didn't like giving away your plays to the boy's team. Sure, you all played for the same university, but with an even amount of championship wins, this year, the competition was between the boys and the girls and who would be able to bring home another title that year.
And, you'd caught the boy's captain, Min Yoongi watching you as you ran through plays with your team. However, it wasn't the glances like you were used to from the rest of his team, the ones that lingered over your body and left you feeling like you needed a shower. No, Yoongi was watching each step of your foot, each time you faked a pass, or threw a basket. He was learning from you, and that was completely unacceptable.
You and Yoongi has been playing together since you were in high school. Now, as seniors in college, it was both of yours last chance to earn a championship for your respective teams. You both had previous championship wins, but the boys and girls never won a championship in the same year. And, this year, it was going to be yours.
"Yah, Min Yoongi! Why don't you come down here and show off your own strategy instead of stealing mine?!"
"I wasn't stealing," he said. "I was admiring." A smirk crossed his face quickly, fading so quickly you weren't sure it had even been there at all. "But, fine. Come on boys, let's play some defense."
Yoongi called over his team and instructed his starters to get into their respective defensive positions. His eyebrow arched as he got into position in front of you, his stance low and his arms out. Yoongi was known for his defense, in fact, it had turned many games. If your offense could beat Min Yoongi, it could beat anybody.
"Captain on Captain," he said, his momentary smirk returning. "Let's make this interesting. Whoever loses has to stay and clean up. Both locker rooms."
You shrugged, you often stayed for hours after practice anyway, but the thought of having to clean the boy's locker room made you want to throw up. However, you agreed—not willing to back down—and waited for the coach to blow the whistle, signaling for you to begin.
You began dribbling the ball and headed towards the basket. Yoongi was right there with you, his chest less than an inch from you. You stopped and passed the ball to a teammate before booking it over to the side of the basket where she passed it back to you.
It was a fairly simple play--the ball only being passed between you two--unless for some reason either of you was otherwise occupied. It depended on your teammates moving around to keep their defenders busy while the two of you used the free space to your advantage.
Yoongi attempted to catch the pass, his fingertips connecting with the ball, but you managed to catch it and throw it up at the basket before he could get a grip. The ball bounced off the basket and rebounded in your direction.
Yoongi managed to catch the rebound and started dribbling down the court. You defended him, but he was faster than he looked. You managed to get in his face just as he shot the ball up towards the basket, but it didn't faze him and the ball sunk into the basket.
You cursed under your breath. You turned--attempting to retrieve the ball--and your ass rubbed against Yoongi's thigh and you could practically hear the smirk break out across his face.
The game continued fairly uneventfully. The boys were two points ahead due to a lucky three point shot. It was the last half of the final quarter and you had to do something. You carefully signaled to your team to do a play that involved passing the ball excessively before one of your teammates finally passes it back to you and you go for the three point shot. You could think of nothing sweeter than winning by one point.
The play went smoothly with the ball coming back to you. Yoongi had only left your side for a moment in an attempt to catch the pass back to you, but as he quickly discovered what you were planning, he lunged towards you. Attempting to stop the ball from its ascent, he had too much momentum and smacked right into you. The ball's ascent becoming much sharper and landing far short of the basket.
You--on the other hand--had fallen straight backwards. Luckily, your butt broke your fall and you rolled onto your side and curled into a ball, out of breath from the shock. You heard the whistle blown--indicating that Yoongi fouled you--and it brought you back to reality.
Everyone seemed to be asking if you were okay, in a flurry of questions that only made you feel dizzy. You simply offered a quick nod and made your way to the free throw line. You easily made the two free shots, tying up the game.
The whistle sounded. "Games over," the coach said. "Looks like the teams are pretty evenly matched." He nodded at you and Yoongi. He dismissed practice and you turned to look at Yoongi.
"So, I guess the bet's off? Since we tied? We'll each just clean our own?"
Yoongi shrugged. "I don't mind doing both. I didn't mean to hurt you."
You laughed. "I'm fine, Yoongi. You've seen me take worse falls."
"I know, it's just--I caused this one--"
"Well, if you really want to clean the girl's locker room, it's fine. Just text me first or something so I can make sure everyone's out."
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You didn't register Yoongi's text as you sat underneath your office desk. Your legs pulled into your chest as you tried to steady your breaths. He had to have known you were in your office by now. He'd been at practice and was probably changing when he sent the simple text.
"I'm breaking up with you, Y/N."
You knew your now--ex-boyfriend had probably left already--probably already had another date lined up. God, you hoped it wasn't with one of the other girls on your team. Partially because of the awkwardness, but also, because every girl on your team deserved better than a boy who would break up through text.
You heard a hesitant knock on the door. You huddled down closer underneath your desk, hoping that if you could keep your sobs quiet enough, whoever it was would just go away.
"Anyone still in here?" you heard Yoongi ask, as he peeked into the empty locker in room. Your office was connected to the locker room, but the blinds on your window were closed and your door was closed. You pulled your legs as close as they could possibly get to your body and pressed your head into your knees, hoping Yoongi would clean and leave thinking simply that you'd left already.
You heard as he shuffled around the locker room picking up half drank water bottles and making sure all the locks were secure. Your sobs were building up in your chest and you feared you couldn't hold them back. You inhaled sharply, but the exhale came out shaky. You whimpered, trying to hold the tears back.
The nearly completely concrete room carried sound better than some music rooms and it was only a moment later the shuffling paused.
"Y/N?"
You stayed quiet, even forgetting to breath for a few moments. You weren't sure how he immediately knew it was you. Maybe it was because you were always known to stay after practice and do your homework or work on strategy, often not leaving until it was dark. Or, maybe you two had simply played long enough together he could tell you from the others on the team.
You phone vibrated, somehow reverberating off the walls. It was simply reminding you of Yoongi's unread text and you muttered a silent curse as you heard the shuffling stop once again.
"Y/N?" he asked again, this time approaching the door to your office.
You closed your eyes and tried not to notice how the light was suddenly blinding you, even with your eyes shut.
"Y/N, what are you doing down there?" he asked. "Wait, what happened?"
You opened your eyes and looked up at the boy who was crouched down in front of your desk and examining you with his frustratingly puppy like eyes.
"It's nothing," you said, crawling out from underneath your desk and leaning against it and crossing your arms. Yoongi followed you, standing up, but not leaving the room.
"It's not nothing," he said. "I haven't seen you cry this much since you broke your wrist at championships Freshman year."
"At least I made the shot though," you said, smiling for half a second before it faded.
"I-I didn't hurt you earlier, did I?"
You shook your head. "No, really, Yoongi, I'm fine. It's stupid."
Yoongi stood in silence, waiting for you to explain. He wasn't going to leave without an explanation or a fight, and you were too exhausted to argue with the boy. Normally, when you were grumpy, he was the first person you picked a fight with, but you hated him seeing you in your weakened state. And, you knew he would see through your attempts at trying to argue for what they were--trying to annoy him into leaving.
"Isn't Ji-yoo waiting for you?" you asked, your attempt at stalling causing him to sigh and release the tension in his shoulders. You knew mentioning his girlfriend was a sure fire way to piss him off, but the girl was sweet and a decent player. You honestly didn't want her to have to wait on your problems.
"Y/N, just tell me what happened. We've known each long enough. I'm not gonna tell any of the boys about this."
Your eyes shifted away from him and your hands gripped the desk, your knuckles turning white. You held back another sob that has built up during the conversation, feeling more pathetic than ever.
"Chan-woo broke up with me," you said. "He texted me a little before you did." The sob came out and you hid your face in your hands.
You felt Yoongi's body envelope yours. You immediately fell into his warmth, your face hiding in his black T-shirt. You could still smell his body wash and a small hint of a musky cologne. He'd obviously showered just after practice and you couldn't be more thankful as you took in his scent and you felt yourself relax against him and the desk.
"I'm sorry," he said, his voice soft and deep. It was the voice he used when he pitied you. His arm tightened around your back and you propped your chin on the center of his chest. He looked down at you, his free hand coming up to carefully brush some of your still damp hair from your face. "I know we're not really friends, but I don't like to see you upset. What happened to the Y/N from high school? You were the one breaking hearts then."
You scoffed and rolled your eyes playfully. "Like yours? Remember when you asked me to homecoming and I said no?" You dragged your fingertip over his chest and felt his gaze harden. Not maliciously, but enough to make you pause.
Your body tensed again under his gaze. His dark eyes looking at you in a way you couldn't describe. His gaze felt warm, but it was like sitting too close to a fire, the sparks began to burn.
"Yes," he said. "Yes, I do remember. I also remember driving you home after you got stood up that night."
You pulled away, losing his warmth was nearly painful, but you wiped your eyes, the tears having stopped spilling. The sobs were no longer in your throat, but you could still feel where they sat.
"Oh yeah," you said. "I, uh, forgot about that."
"I know you're upset, but you deserve better. You know that, right?"
"No, its okay. I know. He was a jerk, anyway, and I really should've seen this coming. I always saw the way he looked at the other girls on the team. I don't really know why I'm so upset about it. I know I shouldn't be cause he was probably cheating on me anyway, but--"
Yoongi's lips cut yours off. It caught you off guard, but your hands seemed to naturally gravitate towards his freshly washed and still half damp hair and your legs spread allowing him to come closer. His hands anchored to the desk on either side of your hips. The kiss was short, but heated, and when he pulled away you felt yourself yearning for him to come back.
"Stop talking about him," Yoongi said. "It'll make you feel worse."
"Yoongi, what was that?"
"You were rambling."
You couldn't help but let out a girlish giggle at his excuse. Yoongi's eyes seemed to soften when you laughed, but his posture was still tense, his hands still resting on either side of you, and his body still so much closer than you two got outside of the court.
"I never liked the way he talked about you in the locker room," he said, his head lowering slightly. His gaze falling from yours.
"Mmm, is that right? How'd he talk about me?"
Yoongi seemed surprised at your response, but his gaze shot back to yours. It had darkened though, from a look of concern to one of need.
"All the things he wanted to do to you," he said, his voice becoming raspy and breathless. You noticed his gaze slipping downward, although you had no idea where.
"Like what?"
Yoongi's right hand moved from the desk and onto your thigh, pushing up your basketball shorts slightly. His fingertips brushed the edge of your panties, but he didn't attempt to go any further.
"He wanted to fuck you on the court. Right at half court."
"Is that all?"
"Well, he was more specific, but I'll spare you the details."
Yoongi's face was dangerously close to your own, your foreheads nearly colliding.
"Don't guys talk about that stuff all the time?"
"Yeah, but it was different."
"Why?"
Yoongi knew you were baiting him, but as his fingers began to slowly massage the skin of your thigh, he seemed to care less.
"Cause it was about you."
"What makes me so different, Min Yoongi?"
He didn't answer the hair on his forehead tickling your skin.
"Is it cause you've known me so long I've become like a sister to you?"
"No," he said.
"Is it cause you have your own fantasies about me?"
Again, he didn't say anything, but he bit his lip and let out a shallow grunt that seemed to be in affirmation. "Just cause your glances are subtle, Yoongi, doesn't mean I don't notice."
His glance was less than subtle coming to rest at your lips and finally meeting your eyes full of something primal.
"What do you want to do to me, Yoongi?"
His lips brushed against the skin on your neck—testing the waters—and when your neck lulled back allowing him full access. He was eager and immediately his tongue came into contact with your skin and made you shiver.
"I want to fuck you on this desk," he said.
"Then, do it." One of your hands returned to his hair, while the other played with the hem of his T-shirt. "And, don't spare me any of the details."
