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a/n: This is seriously my first drabble. Iâve been attempting to write one for so long but itâs difficult. Finally, I had the courage to write one thanks to @kkukingsâ! Read at your own risk and enjoy. I am open for comments :D
I heard the whistle and loud cheers as I approached the schoolâs gymnasium. It was not a question of why many students were still here despite it being already late in the afternoon. Today is the first day of try-outs for the schoolâs basketball team. Many are excited to see not only how it would go, but of course, to see the teamâs seven famous and handsome star players.
âY/N, here!â Bonnie was waving her hand and signaled to come to where she was. I quickly ran to her side. I was about to sit beside her when the cheers got louder. Curious about what was happening, I looked at the court and saw Min Yoongi, the teamâs captain, had just scored a shot. My cheeks turned pink, and I could not hide my smile, especially when I saw him looking at me.
âHello to earth, Y/N!â Bonnie pulled me to sit beside her.
âSorry!â I told her. I was too distracted by the previous incident that I forgot about my friend. I did not bother to mention that part because she knew me too well not to notice it.
âAm I late? Did I miss anything?â
âNo, they have just started. Coach Bang arrived a little late. No more questions, please? Focus,â she answered without looking at me. Her focus was on the warm-up game.
Try-outs always start with a warm-up game, and students, especially girls, anticipate the warm-up match more than the try-out itself because they get to see the seven star players: Yoongi, Jungkook, Taehyung, Namjoon, Jimin, Hoseok, and Jin. On the court, playing, were the first five names mentioned. Meanwhile, Hoseok and Jin were discussing something with Coach Bang.
The game ended with a 3-point shot from Jungkook seconds before the bell rang. After the match, Coach Bang stood and gathered all the players. He called for a short break before the start of the try-outs.
âDid you see that? It was a smooth game. I knew Jungkook would get the last shot. I felt like he did that for me,â Bonnie said enthusiastically.
âDo you really think so?â I jokingly responded and chuckled. Our conversation was interrupted when we heard the talk of four freshmen students near us.
âIt was a great game. Why did it have to end quickly? I so love Taehyung! I think he winked at me!â the girl in pink said.
âHey! Stop it. Namjoon is better!â the girl with the curly hair interrupted.
âStop it, you two. Hear me out first. I heard that it is already the last year of Yoongi, Jin, and Namjoon,â the girl with the glasses said as she stopped the banter of the other two.
âThatâs sad! I want to see them play more, especially Yoongi. Wait, does he have a girlfriend? I heard the others are already taken except for him. This is my chance,â the other girl responded.
As if on cue, my wandering thoughts stopped when I realized Jungkook and Yoongi were coming our way. Â Bonnie immediately stood and went to Jungkook to give him a water bottle and a towel; while I remained seated, looking at Yoongi, who reached his hand to me. I grinned and held his hand. He pulled me closer to him and kissed my forehead.
He looked into my eyes, wondering what I was smiling at, and asked, âWhatâs up? I can see the gears running inside that pretty head of yours. Humor me.â
I chuckled lightly at his words and whispered to his ear, âOne of the freshmen beside us was talking about you, having no girlfriend, and waiting for her chance.â
Yoongi laughed at my story. He cupped my cheeks and kissed the tip of my nose, and said, âTell her Iâm taken, and there are no more chances.â
âI think I donât have to,â I replied and smiled at him. I handed him a water bottle and towel.
Suddenly, we heard Coach Bangâs whistle, signaling that the short break was over.
âHey, go now. We do not want to see a mad Bang,â I said teasingly.
He laughed and said, âWeâll finish soon. After this, letâs go to the diner to eat.â He kissed my forehead again and went back to the try-outs.
Before I sat beside Bonnie, I noticed the freshmen girls who were talking a while ago were looking at me with shocked expressions on their faces. I smiled at them, and they smiled back. I heard one of them say, âSheâs so lucky.â
Yes, I am. I am the luckiest girl in the world for having Yoongi in my life.
Genre: Mafia AU, Enemies To Lovers, Strangers To Lovers, Unexpected/Unplanned Pregnancy, Smut, Angst, Fluff
Description:Â Hooking up with Yoongi was a mistake. A mistake youâve been making for the past 8 months. You knew he was dangerous; your friends had warned you before. Dealing with him was a bad decision. You knew that one day, things would get messy. That day came when you found out that you were pregnant. You didnât expect things to go well, but you also didnât expect things to spiral out of control either. When telling him about the pregnancy doesnât exactly go as planned, youâre forced into a world you know little about. Itâs there where you find out just how dangerous Min Yoongi really is.
Warnings (Still Updating): Mature Content, Crime, Violence, Unexpected/Unplanned Pregnancy, Smut, Heavy Angst, Torture, Cursing, Lots of Blood, Death, Lots of Trust IssuesâŠ.
a/n:Â (Here to celebrate 8YearsWithSuga! Love you, love you <3 <3 <3)Â
PS: Reblogs are free <3
To wake is the slow process.
Deep, even breaths. Remnants of the sunshine, filtering in through the windows, a lingering warmth just past dusk and cool shadows.
Awareness growing like a plant, of body warmth, a low wind, and someone elseâs breathing,
the weight of a leg hooked over yours, an arm under your head, each point of contact tingling, as if to say-Â Hello. Youâre touching me.Â
The gentle pull of fingers playing with your hair where it can reach, and almost palpable, the smile on waking lips.
âGood morning,â even if itâs quite late afternoon.
Little rumble, a reply.
Pretending to be asleep, like a kid wanting kisses on the cheeks, so you shuffle close to give him one, two, more until the grin is unstoppable, gummy and wide and furiously fond, eyes squeezed shut and shoulders shaking in his raspy, breathy laughter.
Pulling, pulling, pulling you down, settling you into his arms like a disobedient kitten, tucking you under his chin, big spoon- thereâs something in his fist.Â
âWhat.â
âOpen it.â
You cover his one hand with both of yours, trying to prise open the clenched fist while he chuffs laughter into your hair.
âThis is like with cats,â you mumble, and he inquires with a small sound âall he really needs sometimesâ âWhatâs in your mouth, what are you eating,â and that makes him laugh so hard so he gives up the ghost and itâs a small gray box tumbling into the sheets, quickly recovered by deft fingers before you process what it means.
Sitting up, you drop it like a coal, he catches it, and you canât look at him, canât look at him, canât look at him but nor can you pull your eyes away from the glint on gray velvet and the backdrop that is the shadowed hollows of his neck.Â
But heâs there in your periphery, calm and casual and almost nonchalant, cracking it open, fishing the delicate silver ring out with a thumb and a finger, wordlessly holding out for your hand and you give because of course you do.
Everything he does is sure, and every move he makes is certain, and of course Min Yoongi asks you to marry him while lying down in bed, and not even asking.
Iâm warm, you think. Either he reads your mind or it shows, because the newly ringed hand (new, cold metal) he takes and presses up to his own cheek, pressing your palm to the side of his face like- me too, and youâre not sure if the thundering heartbeat is yours amplified or two.
Quick kiss (dry lips, very soft) to the inside of your wrist while you stare, helpless, unable to do more than, and reaching up with the free hand to gently cup your cheek, cradling your face with a callused palm and those long, candlestick fingers, the rough pad of his thumb drawing spirals on the soft skin.
GENRE: Fluffy, romance, angst, smut at a later date
PAIRING: Namjoon x original character
DESCRIPTION: It was supposed to be just a normal day of filming RUN BTS. Namjoon didnât know he was about to discover something he certainly was not ready for. That something being finding a girl in the middle of the forest.
THEMES: Namjoon x Fem!character, mentions of abuse/rape, Smut, some Violence, some strong language
The day started off like any other day for BTS. They were filming another episode for RUN BTS. During this episode, they had rented out Danggang Healing Camp in Gangwan. They had the idea to recreate one of their older RUNs seeing how much Army had loved it back thing. This time however the difference being hopefully Jungkook would not dominate. It was unlikely but the others hoped at least they could hit him a couple of times before the end. Currently, the members were split up in different areas trying to find the perfect spot to hide when the game started for real. They had been split into two teams. Namjoon, Taehyung, and Hoseok on one team and Jungkook, Jimin, and Seokjin and the other. Yoongi was unable to participate due to his recent should surgery and elected to be the MC and Judge. Even though they had been put on teams they were also given personal missions to complete before the end of the game. They each had their own personal camera attached to their helmets, so they were able to get footage of them playing. There were also some well-placed cameras in the trees for an aerial view.
At first, Namjoon had been a little apprehensive about doing another paintball episode. Not that it hadn't been fun, but he wasn't all too keen to be pelted by paint at high speeds. He'd rather have just watched the others play and enjoy themselves from the sidelines. So, he decided that he was going to go as far away from the fight as he could and patiently wait to achieve his mission. He just had to get the one where he had to hit Jungkook five times. Why couldn't he have gotten Jimin or Seokjin or even Hoseok? No, he had to get the hardest member like always. He was hoping by being so far out he can not only avoid being hit but also be able to hit Jungkook without being notices. Though at this point it was just easier to accept the punishment than actually trying to complete his goal. Just as he was about to turn around after hearing his name being called that he was going too far something caught his eye.
There looked to be something laying down in the middle of the forest, which he knew there should not have been seeing as they had rented the whole area for the day. Against his better judgment, he would later be scolded for not returning immediately, he walked closer to whoever it was. The closer he got to the person however the more he realized that it was probably a good thing that he had not listened to whoever called him. There lay a young girl motionless dirty and covered in what he rightly assumed was blood. Immediately, he ran the rest of the was to where the girl lay and crouched down next to her. Slightly panicked, as he wasn't sure she was even breathing, he yelled for help.
"Help! I need a medic right now!" Namjoon yelled yanking off his helmet and not knowing what to do first carefully hovered near her nose to see if he could feel anything. After a few seconds, he could feel a light breeze. He looked up frantically hoping that someone had heard him. Thankfully he saw Hoseok running towards him.
"Namjoon what happened are you okay?" Hoseok yelled. He already had his helmet off but stopped running as soon as he saw Namjoon and kneeling next to someone.
"I'm fine, but I need you to go back and get the medic. I don't know what happened but she's in rough shape. I can barely feel a breath on her and she's covered in blood." Namjoon explained beginning to take off the rest of his gear. He wished he had his phone. They had all decided to leave them with Yoongi to not get damaged.
Hoseok only nodded at his leader before sprinting back towards the group as fast as he could. He hoped that the girl would be okay. When he saw her she looked dead already. When he got back to the group they immediately started asking questions on why he didn't have Namjoon with him.
"Namjoon needs help." He panted motioning for their on-site medics, "And before you start panicking, he's fine. I don't know the full story there's this girl and she.... she doesn't look good."
Immediately the on-site medics asked where they were. Before the group could ask any more questions Hoseok took off to where he left Namjoon. The director and the other members close behind them. When they got there Namjoon had taken off his overshirt and placed his on the girl as some sort of blanket. When he saw that the medics were coming, he looked like he was on the verge of tears.
"I didn't know what to do. She just felt so cold, but I didn't want to move her in case I hurt her more." Namjoon explained quickly as he backed away so the medics could do their job.
"You did the right thing. Moving her without know what could be could have been worse than leaving her there." The medic Minjun, a nice older man, smiled gently at Namjoon before turning back to the unconscious girl.
"Her pulse is very weak. We need to get her to a hospital right away and she needs oxygen." The other medic Doyun, younger but still older than the boys, told the other as he started hooking her up to a small portable oxygen tank. He then started right away prepped her for a fluid line.
"Director I need to call the emergency services. Tell them we need them to get here as fast as we they can. We will meet them at the entrance." Minjun instructed before turning to Doyun, "Okay we are going to need to be very careful in moving her. We don't know the extent of her injuries nor how long she has been out here. On the count of the three, we are going to move her into the backboard. I am going to need one of you to help hold her head as we move her so that it doesn't her jostled too much. Think one of you can do that?"
"I can." Immediately Seokjin was kneeling on the ground gently placing his hands on her head. Minjun nodded at Seokjin before turning back to Doyun, "Alright, on the count of three. One...two...three."
pairing: min yoongi x reader
genre: fluff, slow burn!!!, eventual smut,
warnings: depictions of smoking, otherwise none
word count: 2.8k
authorâs note: i have no excuse why this took so long to post when it was written in my docs, soâŠthatâs my fault for being a clown. anyways, i love them and love writing them. also iâve decided most of these chapters are going to be on the shorter side with a few long ones thrown in between. as always let me know what u think pls and thanks ily bye
taglist (open): @min-yusâ @safi4xâ, @sunshine-namâ, @dulcehobiâ
summary: itâs been years of yoongi living his routine life, accustomed to his pace of living, going with the flow and simply existing. until you come along. yoongi absolutely can not see the logic in the way you live, but he weirdly craves it. craves the feeling of not being afraid of not knowing whatâs coming, being able to just let the cards fall wherever they land. and maybe you can help with that.
The rhythmic beat of Welcome To Japan by The Strokes fills the space of Rkive360, blending in with the repetitive clacking of Sana pricing items a few feet away. Itâs the perfect background noise to your current task behind the computer screen, eyes scanning the items listed and matching them to the inventory the store currently has. Itâs repetitive work, but the moments in between it all made it worth it.Â
Another plus to it all was the fact that Yoongi was currently blowing up your phone, the light of your device flickering on pulls your attention away from the computer screen. Yoongiâs response is definitely more important than your job, so you save the page, letting the cursor hover over the item you left off on while you lean over to unlock your phone. The thread of messages you have with Yoongi pops up as you do so, a laugh leaving your mouth when you see the long paragraph he had sent you.
DESCRIPTION: After a fateful encounter, you and Yoongi have finally decided to go public with your relationship.
This was inspired by the song Chateau by Tokio Hotel. Bolded dialogue are direct lyrics.
WORD COUNT: 1, 888 PAIRING: Idol!Yoongi x Reader GENRE: Fluff and comfort
Warnings: Implied slut shamming; analogies referencing cuts (there is no self-harming, only references to words hurting.)
Authorâs note: This is my first fanfiction for BTS, and my first story in a long, long time. Hope itâs not too bad! You can also read it on AO3.
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Taking up Arms: ARMY Feuds Over SUGA and Y/N
As news of BTSâs SUGA sweeps the kPop world, fans are divided. Many ARMYs citing Y/N as a clout seeker - stealing their Min SUGA. ARMYâs on the offense challenge the perceived ownership of the Bangtan rapper. This brings to question, however, do these fans approve of the relationship or are they simply defending SUGA?
The Next Yoko Ono: Will Y/N be the end of Bangtan Sonyeondan
Silence rings clearer than the stroke of the keyboard. Three weeks have passed since word broke of the famous rapperâs new relationship. The onslaught of hatred continues to poor out in droves, yet silence remains from the musicianâs fellow members. Is it possible the six comrades also dislike Y/N?
Anti-Y/N Accounts Take Twitter by Storm
In the last week Twitter has taken action and began removing dozens of accounts dedicated to canceling Y/N. While Twitter works to delete the insults and threats of harm, where is Big Hit? Will they take action to protect BTSâs SUGA and his new sweetheart?
âSweetheart?â You snapped. âAnd whatâs with the italics â we all know youâre being sarcastic. No need to lay it on thicker.â You fumed for a moment longer, at the snippy report, before you found your laptop being pulled from your grasp. You dared not look up at the sleepy gaze of the man in debate.
âSweetheart, why are you reading the headlines again?â
It was the truth. Your streak of laziness was something Yoongi often appreciated about you. It resulted any many home dates and working side-by-side in the Genius Lab at all hours of the day. Shared moments you loved. However, you couldnât handle any more inquires from that man, he had been unyielding for days, and you were slowly breaking.
You often giggle as you remember the notes you passed on the plane ride home. The ones kept safe in your nightstand. Had you not looked up, the moment he walked down the cramped isle, Yoongi wouldnât have shared a smile with you, before taking his seat in first-class.
Within an hour of the flight, a young, excited stewardess had come to your seat handing you a folded sheet of paper. Noticing she was waiting for you to read the note, you unfolded it and struggled to stifle the laugh that emerged. âSo, who is your bias?â Yoongi wrote in memory of when your phone rang at the coffee shop, announcing your ARMY status as Converse High played. It was the rare time you had left your sound on.
From time to time, you wondered about the excited flight attendant. You wish you could see her again just so you could tell her thank you for putting up with Yoongiâs archaic flirting. Had she not been so kind and willing, your relationship may not have formed.
These and many more memories were what put you to ease when you sat in a conference room at HYBE Entertainment. It was there where plans were made for the announcement your relationship with the one and only Min Yoongi of BTS. Photos of your not-so-secret dates had progressively found their way onto Tumblr and Twitter, gaining the attention of gossip sites. However, it was more appropriate to call it an interrogation than a planning session.
âY/N,â you remember the head of PR starting, âAre you sure there are no past scandals that will cause Min Yoongi any problems?â The intention behind âscandalsâ had not been lost on.
Your usual demeanor was gone as you snipped back. âIâm pretty sure I was too lazy to have any scandals.â
Yoongi snorted as he held back his laugh.
It was the truth. Your streak of laziness was something Yoongi often appreciated about you. It resulted any many home dates and working side-by-side in the Genuis Lab at all hours of the day. Shared moments you loved. However, you couldnât handle any more inquires from that man, he had been unyielding for days, and you were slowly breaking.
Your sarcasm hadnât gone unnoticed. âDo you not understand what kind of position you are putting our artist and company in? We need to be prepared for whatever we will need to clean up after you. You need to take this seriously.â Intentions ringing clearly, again.
In your heart, you knew he trying to do right by Yoongi and the company, but the judgement that wove into his words cut. You also took offense to how he made you sound like a disease that clung to Yoongi, bringing him harm.
As you looked back, it was the first of many wounds that told you, you were unworthy of Min Yoongi.
âY/N is very aware of what implications a public relationship will have.â The man in question spoke, his tone shifting as he said, âShe is more than clear of any scandals. Worst weâll see are malicious lies and rumors â no truth within them â and that is where this discussion will end.â As Yoongi spoke, his few words carried immense weight. For each previously inflicted cut, his words bandaged themselves around to ease the pain.
Heeding the warning, the interrogation ended, and the meeting regained its original focus: preparation for the announcement and aftermath.
Two weeks after the tense convening, the news was released through an official statement form HYBE, confirming the relationship of Min Yoongi and his new girlfriend. The media and social-media platforms were instantly in a frenzy and, as planned, everyone remained silent. It had been decided that everyone would keep silent for a month, to see what would earn a response.
That singular month had been the sharpest cut to your fragile skin.
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Breaking through your thoughts, Yoongi spoke again, âY/N.â
You looked up at him, finally, and sighed. âIâm sick, okay? I canât help but want to see what is being said about me, about us. Did you see theyâre calling me Yoko Ono? Will the media ever cease with the constant Beetles comparisons? Donât they see you guys are tired of responding to the accolades?â
He spared you a look, leaving you to end your rambles. The rambles he knew you were using to deflect from your current, unhealthy obsession.
âI really canât help it Yoongi,â You sighed. âIn less than a week we can finally speak out and I need to know what Iâm defending myself against.â
In an almost languid fashion, he placed the laptop down and sat next to you. Pulling you closer as he organized his thoughts. âThatâs not really for you to worry about. The company and I will handle that.â
âNo, I need to do something. I canât just hide behind you. People are talking about us and theyâre going to watch and critique every little thing we do. I know that isnât what we discussed, but this anxiety is unlike anything else.â
He reached out and gently ran the tips of his fingers down the sides of your face, smoothing out any traces of stress. The very hand that famously held a tight grasp on a black microphone, was now the source of your ease. The very hand that was adored by many, was saved for you.
âHereâs the thing,â he spoke slowly, âPeople are gonna talk. So, let them talk; let them talk about us. People are gonna watch. So, let 'em touch, let 'em see, let 'em feel what love is.â
They were simple words, yet, as the always did, they healed the damages from the last three weeks.
Tears overwhelmed your eyes, gliding down to touch the tips of his fingers. âLet it all go, since it finally happened.â He had worried about the brave face you had been parading. âI know theyâre going to talk. I know theyâre going to watch. Baby, I donât mind as long as itâs you and I. Weâll just let them see what real love is.â
As you processed the abundance of emotions that had accumulated, Yoongi held you close. Occasionally whispering the right sentiments to soften the anxiety more. While you laid with him, you wondered: Exactly how much had to go right for you to be with him? The gossip columns may say that the two of you were different, too different in fact, but your time together showed you how alike you were. How right you were for each other.
Many more challenges awaited you, but with him you knew it would be fine. You were not coming down from your cloud.
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Later that evening, as the tears dried and the anxiety eased to rest, you proposed a trip. âHey, the next time were in California we should stay at the Chateau Marmot.â
âIsnât that place haunted?â His abundance of quirky knowledge never ceased to amaze you.
After a quick search to confirm, you scratched the plan. âIâll find another chateau. One free of the paranormal.â
A short moment of silence passed before you asked your next thought, âWhat did you mean earlier when you said, âlet them touchâ?
Yoongi looked up from his phone and paused for affect. âDonât know. It just sounded right in my head â I didnât mean anything weird by it.â He laughed, exposing his renowned smile.
âPervert.â You teased, tossing a pillow his way.
âYouâre right,â you said as your lips separated, âLet âem talk â weâll show them what real love it.â
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The Power Couple that is Y/SN
A year has since passed since news of Y/SN occupied our every thought. In celebration of our favorite power couple, weâve broken down the Top 10 Reasons why we love Y/SN!
Goals: How do we land a relationship like SUGA and Y/Nâs?
Recently, photos and videos of a not-so-secret date between SUGA and Y/N made their way onto the internet. As the young couple is seen leaving Chateau de Sureau, theyâre hand-in-hand showing signs of laughter. The love between the two is so clear not even an anti-Y/SN could deny it. So, the question remains, how do we get our own fairytale romance?
Weâve been asking, but has SUGA?
The question all fans of Y/SN have been wanting to know: When will SUGA ask the big question? Our sources suggest it may be sooner than you might think. As BTS wraps up their latest world tour, preparing to go back to the studio, rumors of the young rapper ring shopping have bubbled up. Whether this is true or not remains to be seen, but we look forward to the exciting news for our favorite couple.
four notes (Pianist! Min Yoongi X Ballerina ! Reader)
Soulmate AU!
warnings: subtle mention of sex. ;)
Authorâs note: Helloo itâs Nika here, itâs my first fanfic so please be gentle uwu. lots of love! enjoy.
Soul marks were supposed to be some sort of hint on how you would end up meeting your soulmate, but these four notes just behind here ear that composed a chord never made sense to here despite her efforts to research what it meant.
Each individual is given a sign on how they meet their soulmates. It varies person to person, from the name of their partner inked on their skin, a timer, a tattoo or a word. Behind your ear were four notes a chord. Youâve pondered upon what it meant and wondered if your soulmate was a musician perhaps.
Truthfully one of the reasons you decided to pursue dance. Well to be honest you tried picking up music, only to discover you couldnât sing or play an instrument to save your life. Through dance, the flow, the movement and the beauty of it all fueled your passion.
Entering the School of the Arts as a dance major kept you driven and grounded. You met Jimin early on as your Pas de Deux and also as your contemporary partner, though later on became his roommate. He had his soulmateâs name, that only could be read by his soulmate, laced around his right wrist like a bracelet.
When Jimin asked you about your soulmate mark you instinctively reached for a loose strand of hair to brush behind your ear as a habit. The four notes that created a chord when played burning on your skin.
Jimin eventually met his soulmate, an art major, only a few months younger than the boy. They met through you.
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You met Taehyung at a cafe, accidentally spilling your latte all over his dress shirt in your haste. Pleading for a way to make it up to him, he noticed the satin ribbons that peeked out of your bag and the school id you wore. Later on, you found out that he too attended the same school an attended as an art major. Taehyung asked you to be a model for his assignment, as a compensation to his stained dress shirt.
â(Name)?â Taehyung had asked. âCan you move a little to your left, please thank you.â Taehyung was usually a loud boy you noted though when performing his tasks, his eyebrows knit together in concentration and all that occupied the room was soft clicks of his camera.
It was a little bit past four in the afternoon, the sun beginning to set, allowing  Taehyung to play with the soft lighting. âGah! Sorry for being late! Prof. kept me back for some questions anyway I brought food.â Jiminâs whine interrupted the professional silence that that surrounded the location Taehyung had chosen for his shoot.
âOh, Tae, this is Park Jimin, my best friend and roommate! Jimin this is Kim Taehyung, art major!â You lead the introductions, the two boys offering each other a handshake, when they paused, eyes widening in surprise.
âPark Jimin.â He read on Taehyungâs wrist, Â the name, laced on his wrist accompanied by a bright red bracelet.
âKim Taehyung.â The said boy whispered, eyes blinking at the new revelation.
âAnd suddenly I feel like an outsider here, great.â You commented at the new development. âSo Taehyung hate to break the moment but, I think we should finish your shoot before the beautiful sunset leaves our presence.â Taehyung blinks in surprise before nodding to your suggestion and continuing the shoot but not before pressing a soft peck on his newly found soulmateâs cheek.
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â(Name)â Jimin poked you cheek to get your attention, to which you only ignored as you gave him the cold shoulder. â(Name)â He drawled out, pouting his lips in the process. âHavenât you heard? Thereâs a new kid in the music department! Seokjin told me heâs cute and they call him a prodigy of some sort. â
You turn towards the male, raising your eyebrow at him before you exited the room to tease him further by continuing to give him the cold shoulder for finishing your stash of food in the apartment you shared.
You entered class, Jimin trailing a few steps behind you. You rushed to your place in the barre, to warm up and stretch. And after a few minutes of Jimin, still trying to gain your attention. The teacher entered the room followed by a petite and short male dressed in a black button up, his dark hair fell over his cat like eyes which complemented his pale complexion.
âGood Morning, this is Min Yoongi, heâll be here as our pianist and to observe for the day.â The teacher introduced him to the class, as he bowed. His eyes flickered across the room before they settled on you before he took his place on the piano.
Class went by much more quickly than you would like, Jimin almost dropping you a few times but thankfully you survived class without a hitch. Throughout the class, your eyes followed the pale musician, his nimble fingers playing the melody without a problem. You noticed that ever since he stepped foot in the room, he hadnât said a single word.
Your name was softly called out by the instructor, as you were about to exit the room with Jimin, said maleâs features scrunching in worry. You pushed him out the door where Tae had been waiting for him, softly telling him youâd meet up with him later on.
The instructor whispers a few words to the pianist, before the male nods. The soft melody of Kitriâs music echoes in the room, the variation you had selected for your project. Your teacher guides and comments on your performance, hinting on where to improve. You nod at her advice before she leaves the room leaving you and the musician.
âHey you have nice hands.â
A loud chord echoes throughout the room causing the four notes behind your ear to tingle and heat up.
And before you could scold yourself for making the worst ever first impression, Yoongi laughs. The soft yet deep giggle warming your heart, it distracted you from the burning behind your ear. âHello to you too.â His voice is very masculine and deep, the syllables well enunciated. âCanât believe Iâll be spending this life time with someone as blunt as you.â
âWait what do you mean.â Your confused expression from where you sat to remove your pointes, making him giggle ate your expression once more, the sound tickling you stomach.
He unbuttons his dress shirt to reveal his collar bone where above it was a sentence, the dark ink a bright contrast to the bright white of his skin. Approaching him, you trace the sentence, reading it once more. âHey you have nice hands.â
âI must admit this is where I least expect to hear that being said.â He shrugs before chuckling, he blinks as you press a kiss to his nose. âSo do you want to go hang out? To get to know each other.â He stumbles over his words, his cool exterior melting at the show of physical affection.
âSure, and then we can test my theory out on how nice your hands are.â This causes him to become a blubbering mess, his face flushing down to his neck as you drag him out of the room.
DESCRIPTION: After a fateful encounter, you and Yoongi have finally decided to go public with your relationship.
This was inspired by the song Chateau by Tokio Hotel. Bolded dialogue are direct lyrics.
WORD COUNT: 1, 903 PAIRING: Idol!Yoongi x Reader GENRE: Fluff and comfort
Warnings: Implied slut shamming; analogies referencing cuts (there is no self-harming, only references to words hurting.)
Authorâs note: This is my first fanfiction for BTS, and my first story in a long, long time. Hope itâs not too bad! You can also read it on AO3.
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Taking up Arms: ARMY Feuds Over SUGA and Y/N
As news of BTSâs SUGA sweeps the kPop world, fans are divided. Many ARMYs citing Y/N as a clout seeker - stealing their Min SUGA. ARMYâs on the offense challenge the perceived ownership of the Bangtan rapper. This brings to question, however, do these fans approve of the relationship or are they simply defending SUGA?
The Next Yoko Ono: Will Y/N be the end of Bangtan Sonyeondan
Silence rings clearer than the stroke of the keyboard. Three weeks have passed since word broke of the famous rapperâs new relationship. The onslaught of hatred continues to poor out in droves, yet silence remains from the musicianâs fellow members. Is it possible the six comrades also dislike Y/N?
Anti-Y/N Accounts Take Twitter by Storm
In the last week Twitter has taken action and began removing dozens of accounts dedicated to canceling Y/N. While Twitter works to delete the insults and threats of harm, where is Big Hit? Will they take action to protect BTSâs SUGA and his new sweetheart?
âSweetheart?â You snapped. âAnd whatâs with the italics â we all know youâre being sarcastic. No need to lay it on thicker.â You fumed for a moment longer, at the snippy report, before you found your laptop being pulled from your grasp. You dared not look up at the sleepy gaze of the man in debate.
âSweetheart, why are you reading the headlines again?â
It was the truth. Your streak of laziness was something Yoongi often appreciated about you. It resulted any many home dates and working side-by-side in the Genius Lab at all hours of the day. Shared moments you loved. However, you couldnât handle any more inquires from that man, he had been unyielding for days, and you were slowly breaking.
You often giggle as you remember the notes you passed on the plane ride home. The ones kept safe in your nightstand. Had you not looked up, the moment he walked down the cramped isle, Yoongi wouldnât have shared a smile with you, before taking his seat in first-class.
Within an hour of the flight, a young, excited stewardess had come to your seat handing you a folded sheet of paper. Noticing she was waiting for you to read the note, you unfolded it and struggled to stifle the laugh that emerged. âSo, who is your bias?â Yoongi wrote in memory of when your phone rang at the coffee shop, announcing your ARMY status as Converse High played. It was the rare time you had left your sound on.
From time to time, you wondered about the excited flight attendant. You wish you could see her again just so you could tell her thank you for putting up with Yoongiâs archaic flirting. Had she not been so kind and willing, your relationship may not have formed.
These and many more memories were what put you to ease when you sat in a conference room at HYBE Entertainment. It was there where plans were made for the announcement your relationship with the one and only Min Yoongi of BTS. Photos of your not-so-secret dates had progressively found their way onto Tumblr and Twitter, gaining the attention of gossip sites. However, it was more appropriate to call it an interrogation than a planning session.
âY/N,â you remember the head of PR starting, âAre you sure there are no past scandals that will cause Min Yoongi any problems?â The intention behind âscandalsâ had not been lost on.
Your usual demeanor was gone as you snipped back. âIâm pretty sure I was too lazy to have any scandals.â
Yoongi snorted as he held back his laugh.
It was the truth. Your streak of laziness was something Yoongi often appreciated about you. It resulted any many home dates and working side-by-side in the Genuis Lab at all hours of the day. Shared moments you loved. However, you couldnât handle any more inquires from that man, he had been unyielding for days, and you were slowly breaking.
Your sarcasm hadnât gone unnoticed. âDo you not understand what kind of position you are putting our artist and company in? We need to be prepared for whatever we will need to clean up after you. You need to take this seriously.â Intentions ringing clearly, again.
In your heart, you knew he trying to do right by Yoongi and the company, but the judgement that wove into his words cut. You also took offense to how he made you sound like a disease that clung to Yoongi, bringing him harm.
As you looked back, it was the first of many wounds that told you, you were unworthy of Min Yoongi.
âY/N is very aware of what implications a public relationship will have.â The man in question spoke, his tone shifting as he said, âShe is more than clear of any scandals. Worst weâll see are malicious lies and rumors â no truth within them â and that is where this discussion will end.â As Yoongi spoke, his few words carried immense weight. For each previously inflicted cut, his words bandaged themselves around to ease the pain.
Heeding the warning, the interrogation ended, and the meeting regained its original focus: preparation for the announcement and aftermath.
Two weeks after the tense convening, the news was released through an official statement form HYBE, confirming the relationship of Min Yoongi and his new girlfriend. The media and social-media platforms were instantly in a frenzy and, as planned, everyone remained silent. It had been decided that everyone would keep silent for a month, to see what would earn a response.
That singular month had been the sharpest cut to your fragile skin.
_______________________
Breaking through your thoughts, Yoongi spoke again, âY/N.â
You looked up at him, finally, and sighed. âIâm sick, okay? I canât help but want to see what is being said about me, about us. Did you see theyâre calling me Yoko Ono? Will the media ever cease with the constant Beetles comparisons? Donât they see you guys are tired of responding to the accolades?â
He spared you a look, leaving you to end your rambles. The rambles he knew you were using to deflect from your current, unhealthy obsession.
âI really canât help it Yoongi,â You sighed. âIn less than a week we can finally speak out and I need to know what Iâm defending myself against.â
In an almost languid fashion, he placed the laptop down and sat next to you. Pulling you closer as he organized his thoughts. âThatâs not really for you to worry about. The company and I will handle that.â
âNo, I need to do something. I canât just hide behind you. People are talking about us and theyâre going to watch and critique every little thing we do. I know that isnât what we discussed, but this anxiety is unlike anything else.â
He reached out and gently ran the tips of his fingers down the sides of your face, smoothing out any traces of stress. The very hand that famously held a tight grasp on a black microphone, was now the source of your ease. The very hand that was adored by many, was saved for you.
âHereâs the thing,â he spoke slowly, âPeople are gonna talk. So, let them talk; let them talk about us. People are gonna watch. So, let 'em touch, let 'em see, let 'em feel what love is.â
They were simple words, yet, as the always did, they healed the damages from the last three weeks.
Tears overwhelmed your eyes, gliding down to touch the tips of his fingers. âLet it all go, since it finally happened.â He had worried about the brave face you had been parading. âI know theyâre going to talk. I know theyâre going to watch. Baby, I donât mind as long as itâs you and I. Weâll just let them see what real love is.â
As you processed the abundance of emotions that had accumulated, Yoongi held you close. Occasionally whispering the right sentiments to soften the anxiety more. While you laid with him, you wondered: Exactly how much had to go right for you to be with him? The gossip columns may say that the two of you were different, too different in fact, but your time together showed you how alike you were. How right you were for each other.
Many more challenges awaited you, but with him you knew it would be fine. You were not coming down from your cloud.
_______________________
Later that evening, as the tears dried and the anxiety eased to rest, you proposed a trip. âHey, the next time were in California we should stay at the Chateau Marmot.â
âIsnât that place haunted?â His abundance of quirky knowledge never ceased to amaze you.
After a quick search to confirm, you scratched the plan. âIâll find another chateau. One free of the paranormal.â
A short moment of silence passed before you asked your next thought, âWhat did you mean earlier when you said, âlet them touchâ?
Yoongi looked up from his phone and paused for affect. âDonât know. It just sounded right in my head â I didnât mean anything weird by it.â He laughed, exposing his renowned smile.
âPervert.â You teased, tossing a pillow his way.
âYouâre right,â you said as your lips separated, âLet âem talk â weâll show them what real love it.â
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The Power Couple that is Y/SN
A year has since passed since news of Y/SN occupied our every thought. In celebration of our favorite power couple, weâve broken down the Top 10 Reasons why we love Y/SN!
Goals: How do we land a relationship like SUGA and Y/Nâs?
Recently, photos and videos of a not-so-secret date between SUGA and Y/N made their way onto the internet. As the young couple is seen leaving Chateau de Sureau, theyâre hand-in-hand showing signs of laughter. The love between the two is so clear not even an anti-Y/SN could deny it. So, the question remains, how do we get our own fairytale romance?
Weâve been asking, but has SUGA?
The question all fans of Y/SN have been wanting to know: When will SUGA ask the big question? Our sources suggest it may be sooner than you might think. As BTS wraps up their latest world tour, preparing to go back to the studio, rumors of the young rapper ring shopping have bubbled up. Whether this is true or not remains to be seen, but we look forward to the exciting news for our favorite couple.
some of u acting like their entire discography pre 2020 is about to vanish everytime thereâs even a hint at a pop track lmao
iâm absolutely Not saying that u have to like everything they release (in fact, very much the opposite!!) but it is a little bit weird to me how strongly some of u react to them singing in english when theyâre all extremely capable of making their own decisions both musically and marketing-wise. as proven by the self produced album thatâs barely half a year old that a lot of u conveniently forget exists !
And please stop projecting your feelings onto them. If you don't like their music, that's perfectly fine. But just because you don't like it doesn't mean they don't. The boys have a lot more autonomy than you like to give them credit for.
,A/n: clearing out the drafts. Found a little something. Hello!
Pairing | Yoongi x Reader
Genre | Fluff! (not quite)Strangers to Lovers? Vaguely college AU
Words | 1.6k
Warnings | Language, potentially morosexual shirtless Yoongi, heavily implied smut (lol), the general mood is 'oh no' but in a good way
"Fuck, I don't know - it just bluescreened out of nowhere and I'm so." You bury your head in your hands, you have a thousand things due this week, sincerely, fuck Mondays. "I just. I do not need this right now."
Seokjin's turning your laptop over in his hands, running fingers through the joints, making sure you weren't lying when you said you really didn't drop it. You glare at him through your fingers, otherwise inconsolable.
Namjoon leans over, mouth full, still chewing. "Yoongi could prob'ly fix that."
"You think so?" Your ears perk up, and your cheeks have started burning. For no reason. No reason at all.
"Hey, don't they live in the same building?" Namjoon asks. Jin hands you the computer back, an eyebrow raised. "Lucky. Oh, you know him? Hey, hey! Don't drop it!"
Shit, are your palms sweating? "Uhh, kind of?"
He answers on the third knock, and your mouth's gone dry.
Hot neighbor, pink chapped lips, mussed hair, like he just woke up from a nap, but. The dark circles under his eyes and the faint glow of his computer screen tells you otherwise.
The white shirt he's wearing (very nice) hangs off his shoulders like ivy, and with a face as pretty as that, how is he broad as fuck and taller than you?
"Hi," you finally say, when your brain catches up with you.
He pushes the door open the rest of the way.
Come in, you know by now.
Uhh, fuck.
"Um, actuallyâ" but then he's pulling you in, not forcefully, but insistently, and clearly very determined, because with barely effort and in no time at all you're in his arms and his lips are on your neck and oh no, oh no,
the next thing you register is his hands pushing you gently against the door he's just closed and then he's kissing you, just lips at first but then teeth and tongue and how is he so good at this. He's warm all over, for someone with a room so cold, guess he's the type to leave the AC running but maybe, maybe it's you, maybe you're the one who's burning from the inside out, please help. He's doing that thing with your bottom lip again.
You had a favor, goddamnit. But for some reason, every time you see him, your mouth waters and your brain goes blank.
Kind of like the first time. Not the first time you saw him, because you'd been gawking at him ever since he moved in but also,
there was a party you'd both been to and you'd been staring at him all night, so obvious it was embarrassing. And when he walked up to you, you meant to say something smarter than 'Hey, aren't you 23B?'.
And of course you couldn't come up with anything, but all you can remember now is the taste of whiskey soda and how gentle his hand was encircling your wrist leading you to his room.
You're in bed now and he's crawling over you and the only way to describe what he's doing with his mouth is in terms of attack. Goddamnit, you're smarter than this, but then he's taking your shirt off and you can't think.
You pull back, but his lips are wet, and he's not having any of that, no. The sting of having your hair pulled shouldn't be so, so good, but he just wants access to your neck you don't own any turtlenecks and it's still too hot for scarves
You and Yoongi are practically strangers.
Despiteâ despite?
In spite of..?
well.
Something.
You don't think you've ever even spoken to him in public, broad daylight. Maybe haven't ever even been within ten feet of him on campus.
Just.
You're neighbors. And.
...And?
You see him sometimes, from a distance, shuffling through the hallways in between classes, sitting with his friends at the library. Sometimes, sometimes. The shock of staticky black hair over the milling crowd; or the long black sleeves, even when it's 80 degrees- Always from afar, never up close. You never come up and say hi. He never comes down to say hi. That would be weird.
You don't know him very well.
But you kind of do. Or-
You really, really do.
You know what he sounds like, gritting his teeth, biting his lips, when he's trying not to come,
Know how pink he is everywhere, the elbows, the knees, the lips in the dark, his tongue when it's doing evil things. Know how pale the insides of his thighs are and his arms are and how lean and muscular he is under those billowy sweaters and the soft ripped jeans he's always wearing; the expanse of skin, the bony elbows; the flushed cheeks, the furrowed brows, throwing his head back, fingers in your hairâ
A stranger, a stranger, how strange to be strangers-
"So soft," you think he whispers, and you can sort of see the future, and you squeeze your thighs together because you know he could make you feel so good, but...
"Wait, Yoongi," you sigh, already in mourning, oh why, oh why- "I didn't come here for sex."
He looks so confused, and so mussed, and so fuzzy, it's cute. You bite your lip to keep from cooing.
It's all confusion, no disappointment, and it makes you want to laugh and laugh and laugh. "Sorry, no."
He sort of smirks, but it's not smug, it's like- ah fuck me, my bad- you get it.
"Uh, let me-"
He's scrambling to his feet, the bed dips with his weight, trying not to look at you, and for some reason, it's just. A lot more awkward getting dressed than it was otherwise.
You pick at your shirt, surreptitiously adjust your bra. Shame it's still on.
"Sorry. I just assumed."
Fuck. And. Rightly so. If... based on recent events, anyway... recent being only two nights ago you were the one all over him like that like pleeeease stop thinking about that, you have a mission, waitâ what was it again?
He scrunches his nose, staring at his shirt, wondering about getting in it.
"Not that I wouldn't be," you suddenly feel the need to assure him, to fill the gaps in the air, however ridiculous it is. "I mean. You're always. You're always..." welcome, but don't say that. "Um. I always⊠"
"Yeah," he blurts, and you think this time the expression is smug. But then he's smiling, eyes crinkling, looking at you through his lashes and under his bangs. "You do."
Hey, wait a minute. "I just said I do."
He's smiling. "And I... just agreed with you."
"I think this has been our longest conversation," you confess, fighting this bubbling euphoric urge to laugh.
"Nah." He shakes his head, coming over to sit on the bed beside you. (Shirtless, still.) Oh, he's so close.
Oh, he's cupping your cheek. His palm is so warm?
Oh, is it like that?
Leaning in? Oh. Also, you're burning up. Elsewhere. Fuck. Lips ghosting on your cheek. His voice is deep deep. Sir. Weren't you busy before I knocked and walked in.
"You talk in your sleep."
Ah, fuck it.
"Fuck you, kiss me," you whine, because he's evil and taking so goddamn long. He ends up pushing you back onto the bed still laughing.
"Feel good?" Sweetheart, you can almost hear him slip up and say again, he thought you were asleep the other night but you weren't yet. Ahhh. Call me that again.
"Guh. Good. Great. Golden."
Thank fuck he likes to cuddle. Thank fuck his sheets smell nice. Thank fuck he's the type to clean you up and help you walk to the bathroom and lend you a shirt and it's soft and it smells like him. You live two doors down but you're sleeping here tonight.
(Maybe if you get his number you can call him to your room next time. You don't even have his number. You don't even know his major. What even is his last name?)
It's nice, to be here, bundled up and snuggled up in warm, sweet, coffee ___ Yoongi (maybe get more information before you fuck your neighbors, friends) arm slung over your waist, breath ghosting on your nape.
"This makes us friends at least, right?"
and he's laughing, you feel kind of drunk, glowing all the way down to your toes and he's laughing.
"Wait." A hand is comfortable on your hip, squeezing over the blanket. That feels too nice, oh no. "Didn't you need something?"
You're not sure what you say back, Rumbly, rumbly, grumbly, but you're already falling asleep, and he knows that. But you could get used to all these cheek kisses, oh my god.
"I'll ask you again in the morning."
But you'll be running late, you always are. "Noo, I'll forget."
"S'okay, I'll walk you to class."
"Oh, that's excitingâ"
"Shh. Sleep."
You're holding hands.
You're holding hands!
You can feel Seokjin's wide-eyed pointed stare from across the hallway at the fact that you are holding hands!
"I gotta get to class, but text me at lunch," he says, pinching your cheek, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.
"Um, okay,"
"It's Min, by the way."
You blink up at him. "Eh?"
"My last name," he giggles, and you're too in awe of the gummy smile to care. "Oh. Thanks." He's just 'â€Yoongi' in your contacts, though he put the number in himself.
And then he's gone, bringing all the warmth with him (wait come back) but Seokjin's come over, bitch what just happened all over his face.
"What was that?"
"I don't know either! But... I have a boyfriend now? I think?"
"...I take it he fixed your laptop."
"...Shit, I forgot to ask."
"You idiotâ"
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A/n: HEE HEE HEE more boongi fluff here and here HEEHEEHEE
[10:14 pm] just as the sun is setting, Yoongi and you are lying on the top of his roofs talking about meaningful nothings while the radio softly plays in the background. you tell him softly, "you know i've always wanted to slow dance" he thinks for a second before he says, "well, what are we waiting for?" he slips off the hood first and pulls you up and off. which leads to you guys slowly dancing in the middle of a field as the day turns into night.
âIâm going to marry you somedayâ Yoongi Drabble??? đ„°
Pairing: Yoongi x gender neutral reader
Rating: general, all audiences
Genre: fluff, slice of life, established relationship
Length: 138
Summary: Yoongi finds himself captivated by you.
Contains/Warnings: none
You're both lounging on the sofa. It's Sunday afternoon. Summer sun pours through the windows. Yoongi's working on his laptop. You're reading on your Kindle. This is a very typical lazy weekend afternoon for the two of you.
You're thoroughly engaged in your novel. It's been several minutes since you've looked up from the words in front of you. Yoongi is supposed to be working, but he finds himself distracted by your beauty.
The way your eyes flit across the screen as you read. The occasional subtle movement of your lips as you silently mouth what you're reading. That slight gasp when something in the book surprises you. Yoongi adores you with his entire being. He can't look away.
In the quietest of voices, Yoongi says, "I'm going to marry you someday," before he returns to his work.
yoongi always cooks with lots of garlic. lots of it.
and always calm and quiet. itâs not that he loves cooking, but it is therapeutic â chopping this and that, the sound of something boiling, the sizzling, the grilling. he doesnât stop his hands as you come near him to pick up the skin of an onion to put it away or when you brush his arm as you work side by side â yoongi mixing a pot, you washing some dishes. he never liked cleaning things up anyway.
not even the sips of whiskey have loosen him up today. he offered you a little when he poured a dose for him out of pure joy, just to see the disgusted look on your face. the only way you like whiskey is when you can taste it on his lips â and, even then, youâd prefer any other taste. itâs just that itâs quite irresistible. he is quite irresistible. not even whiskey can keep you away from him.
as minutes pass, you run out of things to do in the kitchen. everything is in order, the ingredients are back in the fridge and the pantry, the dishes are clean and left to dry on their own. even yoongi looks bored waiting for the stew to boil down, taking his phone out of his pocket to scroll through dozens of messages he still leaves unanswered.Â
thereâs something quite extraordinary in the ordinary. yoongi isnât always home, he isnât always up for cooking dinner, he isnât always looking so relaxed and rested. you figure you could just stand there and stare at him for a while â and you do, until yoongi opens the lid of the pot and looks satisfied with the result.
âyou should taste this,â he says, inviting you closer with his eyes when he turns to you. âyou like it salty, is this enough for you?â
yoongi raises a spoon out of the pot, blowing slowly so it doesnât spill and offering it to you. his opposite hand is underneath your chin just to catch any droplets that may fall. it smells amazing â and the taste is incredible too. just as the spoon leaves your lips, yoongi cleans the corner of your mouth with his knuckle, a giggle following soon after.
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