Min Yoongi

" I don't want a place to call home."

[miny--ngi]

 Seola seemed pretty confident in what she was doing, so it allowed Yoongi to feel the even slightest amount of relief. At least, they would be able to make it to her car without being ambushed by these creatures. It still felt like they were in some kind of movie all of a sudden. Yoongi wondered how long until the shock went away. “I guess I’m ready.” He replied meekly.

Yoongi quietly followed behind every footstep the other made. He had absolutely no idea what he was doing especially because he’d never paid any attention to this building beforehand. Every little creak of the building made him jump. 

“For now.” He said resting his head back a little. “How the hell did this even happen?” Grasping the concept of zombie suddenly roaming the Earth was putting cracks in his thinking. All he could do was ask questions, but he’d never understand. “What the hell are we gonna do? How many are there?” 

[miny--ngi]

Yoongi cringed as he watched the innocent reporter get his life taken. The thought of ‘this is good special effects’ ran through his mind until Seola had stated it wasn’t fake. He was absolutely stunned. “That’s real?!?” He asked in utter disbelief. It was a good thing he wasn’t hold his coffee anymore or he would have dropped it. This was something he thought could only exist in movies and comic books.

There was no time for him to even process the situation before Seola had taken charge. This however like other things, was not a surprise to him. Gosh was this a lucky day for him to be clinging to her. He watched her calmly collect things and put them in a bag when his brain felt like it was being made into scrambled eggs. As soon as she ordered him to get the water, he did so immediately like a puppy ready for commands. “Are you sure it safe to go to your car?” 

[kyrieryu]

“Hmmm, maybe I shouldn’t ask that. You always text me what you’re doing that night anyway, even if it’s getting drunk and sending me the pictures at three in the morning.” Seola teased with another sip of her coffee; turning to watch the other choreographer while they left the room then turning her attention to Yoongi once more. “Come on, I have some stuff to work on in the room. I shouldn’t take too long if you’re not doing anything, I’m hungry and would love to eat after.” She gave an bright smile while waiting on his response. Shortly after his response, she would lead him up to the last level of the building to enter into the room while glancing around. “Television remote is right here.” She spotted it in an instant with picking it up off the table and handing it to him. Moving to take an seat in the middle of the room, she would turn on her laptop after grabbing her purse off the table in the room room to set next to the laptop and coffee.

[miny--ngi]

 Yoongi tilted his head while he was trying to remember drunkenly messaging her at three in the morning. There was absolutely no recollection but he didn’t not doubt it even a little bit. He gave himself a mental note to go find those photos and delete them to prevent future embarrassment. “Alright! Sounds cool.” He replied cheerfully. Yoongi felt like he was with his parent while they were at work. Everything was cool and interesting to him since he’d never been in something like this. He fumbled a little bit trying to turn the television on. As soon as he clicked it on he began flipping throughout the channels like a child.

For a minute he was pretty mesmerized by all the different things they had on t.v. . Once he stumbled upon the news channel, he became confused. “What’s with this alert?” He turned to Seola for answers. “Is this the real news?”

[miny--ngi]

; @daysixisms

With two coffees in hand, Yoongi strolled down the sidewalk with a cheerful smile across his face. There was a lot of excitement in him, he couldn’t wait to bring Seola a coffee while she was at the dance studio. Most of his day was spent procrastinating at the mall until he thought it was a good time to go. He loved seeing her there and would make any excuse other than to just blatantly stare at her. 

Yoongi flung open the studio door with his foot and made his way to where he’d thought she would be. “Seola!” 

[kyrieryu]

Striding in steps alongside the other choreographer that worked there, she would mouth her words along to the song that played within the studio room on the third floor of the building. Her eyes were fixated with the mirror along the wall before them as she continued with her steps then smiling widely once with an pose when the song has ended. “Wow, we did good.” Satisfied with the way the moves were, she landed a high five with the other before walking off to take her cellphone from the floor to unplug from the charger. She had sent an message to Yoongi to bring her some coffee from the shop that was nearest of the studio since she was in dire need of some energy.

Slightly jumping due to the outburst, she would turn to send an glare his way then noticing the two coffees in hand. “Thank you, Yoongi Oppa.” She said aloud when stepping over to him with an bright smile. “What are you going to do tonight? “ She asked with taking the coffee from him once he indicated which was hers to take an long sip of.

[miny--ngi]

  Upon seeing her bubbly smile, he couldn’t help but grin. “No problem.” He replied before taking a sip of his own coffee. The taste of coffee wasn’t even one he was that fond of, but he knew she liked it. Most of the time he’d prefer beer or soda. “Tonight?” Yoongi scrunched his chin trying to remember if he’d made plans. “I don’t think I’m doing anything.” Even if he’d planned something, it was probably while he was out drinking and he would never remember. It wasn’t unusual to be careless with this planning anyways.

[miny--ngi]

; @daysixisms

With two coffees in hand, Yoongi strolled down the sidewalk with a cheerful smile across his face. There was a lot of excitement in him, he couldn’t wait to bring Seola a coffee while she was at the dance studio. Most of his day was spent procrastinating at the mall until he thought it was a good time to go. He loved seeing her there and would make any excuse other than to just blatantly stare at her. 

Yoongi flung open the studio door with his foot and made his way to where he’d thought she would be. “Seola!” 

[cuesonder-deactivated20180814]

open; pre-est. male/female/nb.  plot; your muse is someone he’s been casually dating or seeing. there’s no relationship or anything, he doesn’t even want one, but he gets jealous when he sees your muse with someone else earlier on that day.

                         ― It was hypocritical of him to want the other for himself when they weren’t even the least bit exclusive. In fact, it was Roe who had wanted it that way from the beginning. He very much enjoyed being with different people often, and he had no desire to tie himself down to one person. So, why was it that when he saw one of his partners with someone else, his blood began to boil? Later on that day, it was still bothering him, digging at him. He’d gone to work with a slight chip on his shoulder ― one that he had to rid himself of quickly because he couldn’t work like that. When he returned to his home, he was upset all over again. Instead of merely calling anyone else or doing something to take his mind off of it, he’d stared at the other’s phone number for what felt like hours. 

“Call,” he muttered to the phone, hoping that the person he’d seen the other with earlier was just a friend, just someone that didn’t mean much if anything. “Call me and tell me it was nothing,” he muttered again, huffing and setting his phone down on the couch when nothing happened. Within seconds his phone started ringing, and Roe scrambled to pick up the device and laughed aloud when he saw the caller ID. “Damn, maybe I have mind control too,” he joked with himself. Letting the phone ring a couple more times to give himself more power, he finally answered. “Oh, I see you’re not too busy to call today. I would have figured you had a mouthful or were bending over right now, or something?” It was petty. He could have just said hello like a normal person. Yet he wasn’t normal right now, he was jealous.

[miny--ngi]

 Yoongi walked out of the convenience store with a bag in his hand. It was the time of day where he felt he need a fizzy drink and some kimbap. Slipping a lollipop into the side of his cheek he pulled out his phone. A few notifications, but none from Roe. Lazily he pushed the call button to see what he was up to. 

 After hearing the other’s start to the phone call he shut his eyes and mentally sighed. “Technically I do have a mouth full.” He replied sarcastically with the lollipop still stuck to the inside of his cheek. Yoongi let out a slight giggle at his own ‘witty’ response. “Why’re so mad?” 

[miny--ngi]

Yoongi looked at you from the other side of the bus stop seat. It was late at night and he had no idea where he was going, or where he was going to sleep. Of course he had a smirk on his face. Only god knows what was running through his head at the moment. The cool summer wind blew, and he turned his gaze back toward the cars passing by.

[jimiyoong]

[miny--ngi]

     “I swear to god I’ll give you 40 bucks if you eat that.” Yoongi claimed as he stared at the disgusting concoction of food he made. He grabbed a bunch of leftovers from the restaurant you were at and mixed them all together. “Don’t be a pansy.” A laugh escaped from his lips.  

[yeezys-girl]

[atmoxphere]

$$$

[osyub]

[573p5]

[hwubi]

Every man dies, but not every man lives.

[miny--ngi]

      Yoongi took a deep breath, wondering where he would go tonight. Honestly, it wasn’t going to be much of  change since he spent all night partying most nights anyway. “I won’t bother you anymore.” He said with a hint of attitude in his voice. Yoongi bit his lip. “I guess I’m destined to live on the streets anyways, right?” This time he was twisting words.  He had been told a million times by his own parents that if he didn’t straighten up he’d end up as some old man drunk sleeping on the streets. At this point he was starting to believe that. 

[oscarvnotwild-deactivated201708]

Oscar nodded at the male’s words pretending he didn’t care at all, he did probably a tiny bit but still cared. He bit his lower lip harshly, fists curled up as he shut his eyes not wanting to say anything to provoke the other. He wanted to say it was his choice he ended up on the street always; it was his fault he wasn’t making the right choice. He got tired of repeating the same words again and again, how many times did the other even listen, he doubted it was even once. He didn’t want to be the other’s nagging parent but he had ended up taking that role, at first things had gone smoothly, but Yoongi had fallen into his routine and it was too late for Oscar to do anything.

[miny--ngi]

     Yoongi scoffed at the other and shot him an icy glare. “Right, stay silent.” He said angrily. It was starting to get to him, and this time he didn’t have anything in his system to calm him down. There was hardly a time where he wasn’t intoxicated or high on something, so reacting to something now is going to be much different. “If you have the balls to kick me out, you should have the balls to reply to me.” He added with a sharp tongue. This wasn’t like Yoongi to act so hastily, but he couldn’t help it. 

[sanhuns]

Yoongi let out a small snicker, he was enjoying this a little too much. “All you need now is some cute little cat ears.” At this point he wasn’t even questioning what kind of fetish this was. He gave the other a little pout. “Bills?” Yoongi paused for a moment in disbelief. “Can’t someone as cute as you get a loaded sugar daddy? Then you’ll have all the money you could ever ask for.” 

“I have some somewhere if you want me to find them.” Eros said with a lazy smile over his lips, running his fingers down Yoongi’s cheek. “Yes bills. I live with my twin brother, and I go to college. This is how I pay for that.” He smiles softly, thumb running over Yoongi’s bottom lip. “Oh hush, just kiss me. I like what I do, babes.”

[miny--ngi]

     Yoongi let out a soft laugh at the offer of cat ears. “Twin...brother?” He asked with wide eyes. Now Yoongi really thought he was dreaming. “Does he do this too? You would make double the money if he looks anything like you.” His lips curled up into a gummy grin. Without a word, he gave a slight nod and leaned in to kiss the other. 

[prxttylittle]

i want a plot based on this fic i read so long ago i don’t even remember where i found it lemme try summarize. muse a is a drug dealer and muse b is this sweet little thing that had never really done any drugs until they met at a club one night and flirted and muse a promised to make the other feel good and that was where muse b got their first hit. fast forward they’re going out but muse a doesn’t think muse b really loves them, they just love the cheap priced drugs supplied to them because now muse b is addicted and muse a is in fact a drug dealer so they know what happens and they worry so much and try to cut muse b off but muse b can still be the cute little thing from the club where they met and manipulates muse a constantly to keep giving them drugs and wow it was just so angsty and great and gimme.

[michmochi]

i need a drug dealer finds a cute sweetheart and can’t stay away- oh shit their father is a cop plot