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kiss of life | ryland grace

pairing: ryland grace x teacher!biochemist!reader

genre: established relationship; husband and wife stuck in space (but they don't know that yet;)

warnings: anxiety, feeling of pensiveness, feelings that imply thoughts of suicide

word count: 3.8k

author's note: hey soooo, i didn't actually expect the first one to blow up like that WHAT!? thank you so much for the support and positive comments! i'm so excited for what's to come so, hope u are too! my fav work so far but not proofread cuz i'm lowkey tired lol. will be editing everything as well as the summaries for each chapter later after i get some rest. for the mean time, have some domestic ryland grace food.

summary: you wake up in space without any knowledge of how you got there with two corpses for roomates. and oh, if it's any consolation, there's also another person—just that he's as disoriented and clueless as you are.

°⋆. ࿔*:･ part two of about time | previous chapter

you sink into the soft mattress as you lay down. the delicate, subtle smell of fabric conditioner washing over you as you cover yourself up in the freshly washed sheets.

you close your eyes, feeling the burden of perplexity tire you down. the warm glow of the night lamp hovering atop your eyelids and the muffled sound of the shower running lulling you to sleep.

"sun's really dying, huh." ryland calls out from a distance, the door closing behind him. you flinch.

to: astronomy curiosities [email protected]

from: (irina petrova, phd) [email protected]

subject: the thin red line

you tried not to think of it too much when he had sent that email to you—says its from a list he thought he'd already unsubscribed from. especially when he detailed that the sun's output will drop a full percent over the next nine years, and will inflate to five percent in twenty years resulting in an instant ice age.

watching the broadcast didn't help. sitting from the couch, eating piping-hot spaghetti with ryland wasn't what you envisioned you'd be doing when the news would drop, but it was what you had preferred instead of having co-workers and friends around to bombard you with questions.

the inner nerd in you was honestly thrilled about the project despite the situation being so terrifying.

a science fiction novel being brought to life.

unknown dots infecting celestial bodies in space, thriving in venus' atmosphere, contaminating and surviving on the surface of the sun, existing in 5,500 degrees celsius. dimming it, sucking the life out of it, possibly eating it. the possibility of the 6th extinction happening—a slow, painful one. making the earth perish in the cold before entirely wiping the entire biosphere.

there is padding of feet on the hardwood floor. the frail screech of the door hinges, the sound of the knob being pushed as it locks. phone discarded on the bedside table, the descending of mattress from your behind, sheets rustling, lifted up and placed back down again. you roll over to the side and inhale the smell of soap mixed with a mild minty scent, watching him get comfortable as he opens up the laptop placed on top of his lap.

"do you think they're alive?" the question slips from your mouth faster than you have planned. concerned, slightly agitated.

ryland silently types in his laptop, glasses on the lower bridge of his crooked nose, reflecting what looked to be student papers. he leans towards you and place a hand on your arm, fingers tracing shapes onto your skin, trying to think of the right words to say.

"i think," he huffs, pushing his glasses further atop his nose. "that we'll find out for ourselves when the probe gets back." he gives an encouraging nod, hoping that you'd be satisfied by this.

"hey," he shifts. "we'll be alright." hoping to calm your nerves down as much as he hopes it would do the same thing for his.

the night was spent like this—he grades student homework as you keep pushing down your nerves about having alien dots in the solar system under the rug, his hand reaching out to your arm, trailing across your waist, and reaches your abdomen, resting his hand there, before pulling back to return to work.

—

your breath hitches, gaze astray—finally recognizing the silver-colored interior, something that felt so novel at first but so familiar at the same time.

it quickly rises up, feeling lightheaded all of a sudden at the unstable ground you were unaccustomed to.

so that's why.

that explains the wrongness. the unfamiliarity.

it all makes sense now. the artificial gravity and foreign ground that felt unusually unstable than when you first took a step on it.

you were in space.

"it can't be, it doesn't make any sense that-"

"i get it," he interjects. "it's a lot to take in, and— i'm as confused as you are right now, and, god, even my clothes are a mess,"

his statement catches you off guard, disrupting your chain of thoughts, directing your attention instead to the too small jumper he was wearing that forced him to slightly slouch.

"i know, it's a lot to take in—" a giggle accidentally made its way out of your mouth.

he doesn't hear it. instead continues to ramble about all the information he could gather in the couple minutes he was left alone in the hail mary.

hail mary. term coined from american football, used to refer to a final act of desperation.

he explains the mission, frantically, chaotically, since it was still fresh from his memory, but tries his best to do it comprehensively.

first about the sun. the solar system's sol, the massive star holding it together, was infiltrated by these tiny alien cells, gradually sucking the light that illuminated earth and the seven other planets for millions of years, posing a major threat that could lead to mass extinction.

then, the astrophage. the space dots threatening the survival of billions.

tau ceti; the only star in a spill of others to not seem to be dimming despite getting infected and having a petrova line of its own.

explains he already calculated where you were, by using the gravity and star properties.

you were confused, looking at the map behind him. there was a star. you were still in the solar system, you could maybe turn the ship around, going back home.

"if you can see here, we're at-"

"at the solar system. that-"

"that's not our sun."

there's ringing in your ears, his voice gradually muffles out. it makes you dizzy, as if the unnatural force that's responsible for keeping your feet on the ground was slowly losing its grip.

it hits your spine, makes your shoulders slouch, feeling heavy.

then your throat. quickly rising to catch your tongue as well; making you lose the words.

he continues. explains the confusion, the memory loss. caused by the medically induced coma done to preserve food, resources, and most especially your sanity for the long trip.

11.9 light years away from earth, but thanks to time dilation, it only felt like 4 years to you.

finally, he tells you about your purpose, why you were sent there. you were unsure how you would do it, wondering why you would want to be here in the first place. but you were the only ones left, humanity's only hope. it brings you back.

hail mary. you get it.

he stretches out his hand in front of you, the sleeves rising up his arm.

"i'm sorry, i didn't catch your name, i'm ryland. ryland grace"

"hello dr. grace, welcome to your new lab." you were so used to with being called ms. grace for so long; at school, at medical appointments. but the addition of the word dr. before it made it feel so foreign. something that all of a sudden felt like it wasn't yours. something that felt like it only had to be followed by your other last name. the one you had just a couple years ago. "i think it's only right to call you dr. l/n instead? to prevent confusion?"

you blink.

what was that?

was there maybe some sort of connection between you and this man whom you swore you've only met today?

but then you remember the coma, the temporary memory loss.

he asks for your name, sees you hesitate. assures you it would come back sooner or later, says it took him a while to figure his out. you quickly interject, saying your name. or the one that only came to you in a flash of memory anyway.

you shake his hand. it was cold. like there was something you've touched. a subtle weight of a band that felt cool to the touch. but the handshake ends before you could figure it out.

"are you hungry? i'm hungry. i could use something to eat." he pouts, caressing his half-shaven face. you remember you were still, possibly, wearing each other's clothes. but if his says his last name, grace, why does yours say the same?

"i need a drink."

---

the uneasiness doesn't go away. even after a good night's rest, even after getting peppered with ryland's consolations, even after the conscious effort of not engaging in anything science-related, especially petrova-related. it stays, lingers, doesn't disappear.

not when you're at work, talking about a century-old piece of literature from some author; your mind was still on the damn dots.

even after one week when eva stratt first came to your school, kidnapped both you and your husband, bringing you in mysterious suvs with not-so friendly men in suits, driving you to a remote location containing the lab you will be working from on the 23rd, when the arc light probe arrives with the sample from the petrova line.

"we want you to be the first ones to take a look at it."

you already left academia years ago, although not entirely—still choosing to pursue a career that still aligned with teaching, educating. but relatively less competitive than the field of paper-writing and peer reviews.

but honestly, it was such a big honor to be given the task. the possibility of being the first people to make contact with life outside of earth thrilled you as much as it wrecked you.

"be here on the twenty-third at seven p.m. i'll have the sample for you."

stratt had ordered for the soyuz that was supposedly to land in russia, to land in saskatchewan instead, letting royal canadian air force to recover the sample, bringing it directly to san francisco via fighter jet. the authority this woman had was just ridiculously paramount that the russians, canadians, and americans follow her orders without question. it was terrifying, but also astonishing. good for her.

your keys rattle as you reach the door. it was starting to get dark out, getting home late than what you normally did because of a meeting you and ryland had to attend about an upcoming school event. your legs feel like noodles, vision starting to tunnel, and you can't seem to find the right key that opens the front door.

the switch clicks when you flick it on. with no time to adjust your eyes to the sudden light illuminating the hallway, you mindlessly kick off your shoes. you drop your bag somewhere along the floor, quickly stripping off your coat and throw it somewhere, stomach already churning.

ryland calls out from the door, having just gotten back from parking the car.

"y/n?" his voice was low, but full with concern.

"bathroom?"

you couldn't answer, already kneeling in front of the toilet, fisting the material of your sweater, backtracking what you had possibly eaten that resulted in your situation now.

footsteps then followed your path, quick and clumsy. then something that sounded like a stubbed toe, and a loud pg version of a curse word.

"god- you okay?" he says, still hissing from pain. gathering your hair with one hand as the other rubbed your back.

you turn to face him, tears still brimming at the edge of your eyes. he took the chance to wipe the beads of sweat on your forehead with the back of his hand and quickly wiped a tear drop that escaped and trailed your cheek.

"are you alright? do you want water? how about something warm to drink, y'think your stomach can handle that? what did you even- was it the sandwich? i thought it smelled kind of funky, but i don't think it was bad, i mean it tasted fre-"

"i'm fine." you sniffled.

he helped you get up and flushed the toilet. when you were about to ask, he handed you a hair tie, walking with you towards the kitchen with an arm still up on your back.

you took a seat at one of the chairs, taking a quick glance on the clock, a quarter past 6:00. still had time to freshen up, get a change of clothes, before driving back to the laboratory stratt took you to take a look at the petrova samples.

your arms curled in front of you, resting your head on them, as you hear a clattering of dishes in the background and a turning of the water heater.

he returns moments later, now in just his polo, coat hung on one of the chairs, and he pushes a few strands of hair that was still stuck to your forehead and tucked it behind your ear.

"hmm. your hand. feels nice." maybe it was the warmth of his palm, or just the comfort of his presence. maybe it was both.

"was it," he says nervously, handing you a cup of tea he prepared. "the sandwich?" you chuckle.

"i don't think so. probably just nerves."

"about today? the samples coming in?" you hummed.

"should we just, i don't know, not go?" he suggests. his glasses were crooked on his nose and a few strands of hair were standing up, some plastered on his forehead. you smile, adoring the state he was in.

you shake your head, reaching over to push his glasses a little bit towards the left to straighten it.

"we can't not go, you know." you straighten up.

"besides, wouldn't you want to get in contact with possible alien life?" you jerk up your brow, pressing a quick peck on the side of his head.

"you can prove them all wrong," gathering your things you've discarded in the hall.

"survives on the surface of the sun. sounds like a water-based life form to you?"

—

the following hours still feels like a blur.

you now knew about the mission, thanks to grace. but even after everything, all you could still piece together about yourself was your name, and that you know a lot about science—or else you wouldn't be here at all. but still unsure what you did, who you really were outside all of this.

after awkwardly pointing out the vast difference between how your clothes fit on you, you've decided to switch jumpers, still clueless as to why both uniforms would have the same last name stitched on it.

"hey, i never noticed, yours says grace?" he refers to the name engraved on the upper left part of his chest, and he looked at yours which says the exact same thing. he mentions the bag labels as well.

this was something the both of you couldn’t answer. his memories were coming back, one at a time, and yours just wasn't budging, except that weird moment when a woman you couldn't remember was referring to you as grace. or maybe it was just a jumbled-up memory that lacked context. you waited until you remembered more before bringing it up.

grace, who had a few minutes head start from you, led you to parts of the ship he'd explored alone. the control room, the lab, a very small living corner, and the airlock. the one you used to pay respects to your former crewmates and  practicality, to conserve more oxygen and minimize biohazard risk.

you work together to dress them up in your uniform, relieving, for the last time, the feeling of having a complete crew.

you go through their belongings, finding pictures and things that probably had sentimental value, gently placing it with them, the remnants of their final memories on earth.

before passing them on, you dedicate a few minutes of silence to your deceased comrades. grace was crying, silently, but you could hear his sniffles and from your peripheral vision, see him wiping his tears. you felt guilty not feeling anything, just standing there, looking at people you have spent months, maybe even years with, that feel like a stranger to you now.

your head hangs low, overcome with remorse, filled with unfamiliar grief.

maybe you weren't meant to be here in the first place. maybe memories weren't coming back to you as quickly as they did with grace because there wasn't anything to relieve in the first place. maybe this was a mistake.

looking at yao and ilyukhina for one last time, a part of you was thinking it should have been you instead.

—

it was intimidating. a few hours back had you feeling sick about what was to happen, and you were afraid that you might throw up all over again.

the laboratory was the same, just a little bit more upgraded as it was now air-sealed and filled with argon, requiring you and ryland to wear hamat suits.

"is this really necessary?" he raises his arms as he spoke.

"yes. now please, analyze the petrova sample." stratt says through the intercom. she was watching on the other side in another room with very thick glass, along with twenty-something other people wearing different military uniforms, just as interested as she was.

"and try not to rip your suit or kink your air line up. if you breathe argon-"

"we suffocate and won't even notice. thanks" you interject, mainly at annnoyance. it felt like you were being used as guinea pigs. the people on the other side probably don't care if you died, making you face all the risk like this.

but you did your best. opened the many layers of the thick container that provided the sample.

"welcome to earth," ryland mumbles as he takes the final container, inside were the black dots.

you both took the samples you needed and started working on tests individually.

ryland mainly did most of the microscopic examination, looking into the dots, seeing them move. he discovers that they were cells, containing organelles and everything else a biologist would hope to see. you studied how they absorb the radiation, as well as to why and how they kept their temperature at exactly 96.415°C.

overall, you two were a damn good team, taking only 24 hours to figure out the basic profile of the dots. this meant that you had to take the day off the next morning, focusing on the tiny alien cells you were working on.

"what would you call an organism that exists on a diet of stars?" one of stratt's questions after another report regarding your discovery about the dots.

"astro," you say, refering to something in space, and squint towards ryland's direction.

"'stro…phage?" he says, struggling to recall his greek and latin words.

"astrophage," stratt said, typing it into her tablet.

"yeah, astrophage." you say, shrugging.

"okay, take a quick break and get back to work. figure out how they breed." she says, disappearing from your line of sight.

you took the chance to make quick change of scenery, walking to the nearby convenience store, just a few blocks away from the building.

it had been a long time since you worked in a lab for a long period of time straight and it drained you, especially since you were the pioneers in experimenting with them.

ryland grabs a snicker bar and you get a cup of coffee. you wait a few minutes outside on one of the tables placed around the store, taking a breath in fresh air, unworried of argon suffocation now.

sitting in silence, sipping on your coffee, chewing on a snicker, you both quietly enjoy the twilight.

"miss the kids." he says in between a few chews.

"mm," you smile.

"they would be so proud when they hear that mr. grace coined the name for the alien dots in space." you nudge him, taking a sip of your coffee.

you watch him, observing for a while. you can still see the subtle disappointment in his eyes when you found out that astrophage was made almost entirely out of water. he looked fascinated, on how something made majority of h20 could survive in such conditions as the surface of the sun. but you could feel the pensiveness when he was wrong about the only original idea he had.

"can you believe it?" you nudge him again with a smug smile plastered on your face. "first contact of life outisde ea-"

"i can't wait to start a family with you." he cuts you off.

he's looking at you now, instead of zoning out in front of him. his eyes contained with melancholy, and entirely of sincerity.

"i mean, that, if like the sun would get better right? i'm pretty sure it's child abuse to want to raise one in these conditions but- i, what i'm saying is," he starts to ramble off. a habit of his whenever he got flustered or nervous.

"if it all gets better, which, i'm sure it will, i would like to— and only if you want to, of course. y'know, raise kids of our own and have a family and stuff." you rest your head on his shoulder, taking a sip of your coffee.

—

grace was a genuinely good person to be around with. he was a genuinely kind one at that. and you weren't only saying that because it just so happened that he was the only person you had, you meant it.

just a few days ago, while you were staring out at the stars as the hail mary was travelling, he offered to watch a film with him in the "don't go crazy" room, plastered with led screens, or what you liked to call a normal name: the projection room.

it had become an unspoken ritual now to watch films with one another, regardless of wether the other doesn't like the movie or not, which so far was not an issue.

the memories are coming along well, painfully slow, but they are slowly getting better. you studied in uc berkeley, had your doctorate in there, too.

biochem, that was what you did. grace was the one that brought this up. said he remembered it when it was mentioned in a meeting. but so far, that was it. you didn't know your family, if you even had one. you didn't know the things you liked, things you couldn't stand. it still feels like you were just stripped of your humanity.

grace, being the kind-hearted person that he was, has the benevolent willingness to keep you company at all times. you were already feeling alone in your head, he didn't want to amplify that by staying away from each other all because you couldn't remember one another.

"i'm sure we were good friends back there, you know? i can just, feel it." he said one time in the middle of your third rewatch of when harry met sally.

you just shrugged and smiled at him, hoping what he felt was right.

"i think we got along really well," he says without looking at you, fidgeting with the band on his finger, a wedding band.

"you married?" the question finally released itself after the curiosity when you shook hands.

he looks at his hand, not realizing the habit he had.

"guess so. can't seem to remember." he raises his hand so you could see it better.

"it'd be pretty sad if i were, no? just leaving the one you loved behind." there was a look on his face, gone in just a quick second. he does a quick smile before looking back at the movie.

usually when you are wearing a wedding ring on your finger, there's a strip of paler skin underneath. covered by it, protecting it from the heat of the sun.

you take a look at yours and notice that you didn't have one.

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kindalove | myg

pairing: producer!yoongi x producer!reader

genre: fluff; angst; established relationship, idol au; workaholic reader gets pampered by workaholic yoongi

warnings: cursing, banter, slight angst, and a shit ton of fluff ?

word count: 2.2k

author's note i am loving this producer reader au and i will be keeping at it until i throw up from being sick of it :) i hate writing dialogue just for the record, ugh (in any situation, not just fic related stuff) but i'm doing my best! lowkey burnt out and don't have any ideas at the moment so, send away!

summary: wherein yoongi doesn’t want to see you overexert yourself in work, so he takes care of you (or min yoongi's love language)

it was way past midnight.

you were in your studio, spending the fourth night in a row there. the low hum of the air conditioning and the looping track playing from your earphones as your only company.

you were ardently standing there, having a staring contest with the microphone. a side of your huge headphones covering one ear while the other one pulled just slightly above it, not fully concealing the other just in case somebody called out. 

[2:24 am] myg: you up?

the text interrupts the quietude of your studio that had been marinating for quite some time now followed by a few notifications after.

[2:24 am] myg: i sent you something. let me know when you get it and let me know [2:25 am] myg: what you think about it

you sigh. you weren't particularly aware of the time until he texted. only then had you realized how late it was; accounting for the dead building that crept past your studio. but the nature of your job had you getting used to adapting a temporary nocturnal lifestyle that involved sleeping at 9:00 am in the morning and staying up until 4:00 am the next day. you knew it wasn't healthy; you weren't doing the right thing. but honestly, who's ever done the right thing especially when they were so immersed in their work?

you pick up your fingers to type in a reply.

[2:27 am] you: heyy [2:27 am] you: can’t right now. quite busy ):

[2:28 am] myg: hey pretty

his immediate reply planted a smile on your face.

[2:29 am] myg: you at the studio?

[2:30 am] you: yeo [2:30 am] you: yep

[2:32 am] myg: ok i'll drop by [2:32 am] myg: just need to wrap up

you gather your things and exit the recording booth, stumbling on a few things scattered on the floor. you take a look around your studio and discover how filthy your living situation had become for the past few weeks. filthy was probably an overstatement; you liked to keep things clean, get unnecessary things out of the way. but this was quite grimy compared to what you were used to. should probably clean up before he arrives, you thought.

but you were tired. still not quite in the right mood to do all the tidying—picking up the plastic bottles, rearranging some of the wires that were left tangled on the floor as well as the pieces of clothing left on the couch. he was probably busy, and probably wouldn’t come around for another few hours was, your rough guess.

and so you let it be. grabbing your laptop and sit on the couch, pushing away some of the clutter, deciding to do the rest of your work there instead. but that turned out to be a bad idea because just a few minutes in, your eyes started to get heavy and you started to lean on the couch more often.  a week's worth of sleep was chasing you and decided that now was the time to pay your debt.

you should have also know better that whatever yoongi says, yoongi does; because you hear somebody input the password to your door and it opens a few seconds later to reveal a yoongi.

 "hey," he peeks into the door, voice quiet. you could hear the slight strain it had. he was probably working as much as you were before he came.

 "hey." your eyes follow him as he switches his outside shoes for inside ones, not anticipating a visitor, at least not for a couple more hours. yet you still forced a flat, evidently tired, smile out of your face.

 you tear a piece of your earphones out of your ear, legs crossed, laptop open, and hair a mess, as if it had been ruffled around or pulled, before in desperation of extracting an idea from your brain.

he carefully settles in. the familiar natural scent he had mixing with his perfume creeps into the room. a bag in one hand, the other on the door frame, guiding him as he goes inside.

 "you ate yet?"

 "i think," you answer without looking at him and you scoot over to the side, gathering the scarves, jacket, and other clothes to make room for him to sit down.

 "i'm asking if you ate." he chuckles, amused at your attempt to dodge the question, twist it in a way that makes sense but also doesn't.

 he sits next to you, clothed arm brushing against your shoulders. the bag he was holding with his left hand settles down onto the table, right next to her notebook and a pile of paper, discarded lyrics you couldn't quite let go of just yet.

"heard from hobi that you might still be in here."

"hmm," a mindless reply. you were tired.

he gradually leans forward, looking at what you had on your screen for a few seconds before quickly batting his eyes to look at you instead. you could feel his breathing: slow, deliberate, exhausted. you pursed your lips, trying to think of something, anything else other than the presence next to you.

how you wished something as simple as a look from him wouldn't throw you off so much, but it does, and he knows it.

you give up, sighing. you lean back, resting your head against the wall. he takes this chance and gently removes your hand from the mouse, taking it into his, cautiously moving the track back to the beginning. he takes just a quick glance at you to which you nod at for consent, and plays it.

the sound fills the small space, clearly unfinished—evidently spent. it sounded like what you had envisioned, but just not in a way that satisfied you, still missing something.

 "not bad. good enough for you to take a break." he comments hoping to sway you, peering at your reaction.

 you grimace.

 you turn to him and see that he had a look on his face. it was quick, but it was there. one that you knew all too well. just confirming something that you had been trying to put off for so long now: you were burnt out, and you desperately needed a break.

 "god, this is fucking with me, really." you murmur, taking your hands to your face, pushing some stray hair away and taking a large inhale, exhausted.

this was one thing that you had in common. both similarly enamoured in creating, making sure every second in a piece had its purpose. something that was worth talking about. sewing beats and melodies into precise proportions that felt comfortable and snug but ones that also suffocated and strangled when it needed to.

however, you also periodically became too absorbed that in return you just shut everything off—especially him. not knowing when to return; only ever stopping when he has nothing left to give, pushing past the limit. you had always been so conscious about it, pointing it out whenever you see the him spiral.

but sometimes it's just too much.

and he doesn't always have the right words to say that he was descending again. dubious on how he should tell you that it was getting bad again. so bad that whenever he sinks, he unknowingly brings you with him.

it happens frequently than he would have wanted and starts with a few nights spent overtime in the studio that turn into weeks, bad days that come one after the other.

it occasionally brings out the worst in him. But no matter how difficult he can get, how critical—especially to himself, you just kept on understanding; bringing your light, sharing it for the both of you. never asking nor wanting anything in return.

and it had become yoongi's silent oath to not let you wander the same path. not wanting to see you in situations he has experienced before. loving you in quiet, covert ways—the way he knows how.

 "you should eat." he suggests, yawning as he stretches his arms.

 "what's this?" you pry open the bag and immediately got blown away by the savory smell you've always had during nights like these but was too tired to make it yourself: mandu-guk.

you sigh dramatically, exaggeratedly, and turn to face yoongi who was radiating nervous energy; he knew what was coming.

all of a sudden, you take his face and cup it in your hands, looking at him like how you would encourage a child who took their first steps. you tell him how grateful you are in a melodramatic way and immediately pepper his face with kisses, leaving him squirming underneath. 'yah, yah, stop!' he scolds with the biggest smile on his face.

he absolutely loathes receiving physical affection—or any kind of affection, really. and would prefer to show it through small gestures, the complete opposite of how you were. and so, it became your mission that whenever you do, you would crank it up ten times more to sway him, purposefully annoying him, despite finding it quite cringe as well.

but seeing the big smile on this man tells you he's right exactly where he wants to be. he smiles, proudly. deep inside this is what he came here for.

you eventually settle after wrestling him down with your hugs and appreciation as he questions his life choices beside you, while you enthusiastically open up your food.

you pick up utensils he's included inside the bag and take a bite, and then a few more.

"good?"

you just nod and give him a thumbs up, savoring the well-curated taste in your mouth.

it's your pout and the puppy eyes that come with it that does him. you try to trigger any kind of reaction in him just for fun. jutting down your lower lip and bat your eyelashes the best you can, as you await his reaction: scrunching his face in horror. you complete it with the most ridiculous aegyo voice as well.

"aww, thank you ba-"

"don't" he interjects, but his whole face was completely red. his horror quickly drowned by his laughs, covering his eyes with calloused hands—proof of his hard work. and you try your best to gulp down a giggle but ridiculously fail.

you thought of how lucky he was to have a girl that could make him cackle his heart out ;)

you eagerly consume the meal he made just for you while he watches, like a mother who says 'i'm full just watching you eat' when you invite him to eat with you—that line, he actually says.

in the meantime, he silently starts to clear out the table bombarded with paper scraps and plastic bottles that should have been discarded a long time ago. his arms reach out past you and cautiously clears them out, making sure to not disrupt you.

when you tried to dismiss him, saying he doesn't need to and that you will be the one that'll do it later, his brows furrow and insists.

"you're overworking yourself. take a break, hmm?" he says, and asks you which things are still of use to not mistakenly throw them away.

you eventually join him after finishing the majority of your meal, clearing out the clutter and finally tending to your precious cables left tangled on the floor now that you had the motivation and energy to do so.

moments later, you two were back on the couch, peacefully enjoying each other's company. your studio was already looking good. not spotless clean, but better than what it was a few minutes ago.

crossing your arms, resting a leg on top of yoongi's, and leaning your head on top of his shoulders, the temporary tranquility gave you a chance to rest your eyes.

he planted a kiss on your forehead, resting his head atop yours. slowly, you could feel the built-up stress and exhaustion evaporate as you finally had the chance to bask in comfort and surround yourself in a familiar scent.

it was a challenge to try and not fall asleep under such conditions. you were so close to just ignoring the work demanding your attention and drifting off to sleep, but your mind remained locked into the laptop just right in front of you, remembering the deadline pdogg had suggested when tracks should be submitted.

he somehow sensed this and started tracing shapes on your arm to comfort you.

"can't sleep."

"i know. should i turn the lights off?"

you groan.

"no, that's- i have so much to work on, still." you reply, gently freeing yourself from his embrace, although you didn't want to, and directed your attention back to chords and melodies.

yoongi sighs. he learned a long time ago that it's no use trying to convince you to try and rest because you would always decline. stubbornness and persistence being some of the things you also had common.

he does what be can do instead and asks what it was that he could get for you, to which you answered coffee. that was the only thing keeping you from passing out asleep and crashing on your couch. the majority of your bloodstream was probably pure caffeine at this point.

he happily obliges. sitting there, observing, and giving suggestions whenever you asked for it.

you take a look at him every now and then to see him battling his own demons as well: the urge to doze off. you chuckle to yourself, seeing his determination to stay up and be with you, despite your protests.

later on, as other people—normal, sane people anyway—start to get ready for work, you were still wrapping up to go back home, finally. you let out one last sigh in defeat, and crash on top of yoongi, quietly squeezing in, not even wanting to go back home just yet.

and as the building slowly comes back alive, you gradually drift off to slumber.

[soverdant]

about time | ryland grace m.list

you wake up in space without any knowledge of how you got there with two corpses for roommates. and oh, if it's any consolation, there's also another person—just that he's as disoriented and clueless as you are.

pairing: ryland grace x teacher!biochemist!reader

genre/warnings: fluff, domestic au, established relationship, major major angst, slowburn, loss, arguments

⤷ read on ao3

key: ❀ fluff | ۶۟ৎ angst | .ᐟ smut

chapter 1 - no ordinary love (3.2k) | ۶۟ৎ

chapter 2 - kiss of life (3.8k) | ❀ ۶۟ৎ

chapter 3 - by your side (upcoming)

[soverdant]

no ordinary love | ryland grace

pairing: ryland grace x teacher!biochemist!reader

genre: established relationship; husband and wife stuck in space (but they don't know that yet;)

word count: 3.2k

author's note: i caved in. after watching the movie, i've also devoured the book and it was SUBLIME (somebody pls get the ken reference) so, yep. took artistic liberty and made it a four-person mission instead of a three-person mission cause y not? took inspiration in the book as much as the movie (such as writing style hehe) this is a more, "you-focused" fic as its the first one in a series im working on. do look out for it:))

summary: you wake up in space without any knowledge of how you got there with two corpses for roomates. and oh, if it's any consolation, there's also another person—just that he's as disoriented and clueless as you are.

°⋆. ࿔*:･ part one of about time | next chapter

"eye movement detected."

you managed to pry your eyes open and immediately get blinded by a too-bright light that felt like it burned down your retinas or may have caused some permanent vision-related problem.

am i in heaven?

you blink a couple times, trying to ease the stinging pain. maybe you were blind. you couldn’t tell. whenever you closed your eyes, you could still see the remnants of the brightness that blinded you as circles and other sort of shape that made your head hurt.

"what is two plus two?"

the voice says again; a computer? or that’s what you think anyway. it sounded like a feminine voice—monotonous, with no emotion. you open your eyes again, now finally less sensitive to the light and look around the room. you felt tubes stuck in all sorts of places, ones you didn’t even want to think about. and you were also, incredibly tired. it felt like you were almost numb, almost. you could still feel things. you were laying in a bed and sort of wrapped in something?

you intuitively felt like you were awoken from a deep, peaceful slumber. but now you’re awake, barely, and vaguely aware of your surroundings. right now, it feels like you're in an oven. no, more like plastic bag. a garbage bag?

you try to move your limbs to no avail. that doesn’t seem right. you try to move them again to have them just freeze up again.

uh oh.

your breathing goes heavy. all of a sudden, you’re hyper aware of the plastic mixed with sweat clinging on to your skin, and the tightness of it makes you feel claustrophobic. the blinding lights, and unsureness of where you were made you panic.

“what is two plus two?” the voice says again.

you pass out.

—

"for your homework, i assigned you to read the tell-tale heart by edgar allan poe,"

you brace for impact,

your students groan,

you wince.

what makes it so hard for students to just read a brief 10-page story for class? hell, even at least try to pretend to be a little bit interested about english literature for even just a few minutes.

the exaggerated groans only grow louder, and you roll your eyes playfully.

“in the first paragraph,” you continue regardless. “the narrator asks, 'but why will you say that i am mad?' what evidence from the text suggests that— “ a knock from the door interrupts you.

it was ryland. some students already started giggling and snickering, lips curving from ear-to-ear. any sort of contact between the both of you always had their best interest compared to any other subject in this school.

you looked at him through the glass in your door as he points to his watch. meeting, he mouths.

“well, um, just stay still for the mean time and do whatever homework it is that you have for your next period until the bell rings.” you say to your students.

you look at back at ryland and just nod, pointing to your table.

“i’ll just get my stuff,” you mouth.

he gives you a smile, a thumbs up, and leans onto the doorframe from outside.

this interaction only made the giggle situation even louder. you look towards you students and place your finger on your lip, trying to quiet them down, but when has that ever worked?

“mr. grace really seems to like you, miss.”

you huff and continue dumping things inside your bag, ignoring the comment.

“i think you’d make a cute couple.” another voice arises from the back.

“they’re married, dummy.” the classroom explodes with laughter. you wanted to laugh too, but had to set a good example and authority as their teacher.

“alex, language.” you say one last time before leaving the room filled with a bunch of immature 12-year olds to see ryland waiting for you outside. you could tell he heard the silly thing because of that cheeky smile he had on.

“they’re right,” he says as you walk through the hallways, placing a quick peck on the top of your head.

“we do make a cute couple,” you furrow your brows at whatever that was. but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find it funny, cute even.

—

you wake up; still wrapped, still sweaty. you try to move your body again, but now only focusing on your fingers to no avail. having no control over your body parts was such a foreign feeling. that scared the shit out of you.

"eye movement detected." the voice chimes out again. not from a human, you guessed. it still seemed too monotonous and robotic for it to be one. maybe it was a robot.

oh god.

"what is two plus two?"

"ffffrrrr!" that can't be good. was that sound coming from you? you couldn't quite tell.

"incorrect. what is two plus two?"

"foooooooohhr!" you give it your all might into that one syllable word you can’t seem to pronounce all of a sudden. in fact, you found it hard to talk at all. every breath felt so, dry. and when you tried to swallow, it stung.

“correct.”

the bag unzips. now free, you shift around a little, you could feel things now, and even move your fingers after a few tries. you scan around the room for the second time. it looked like a hospital, a fancy one at that. were you in a coma? if so, was the wrapped-up situation really necessary?

you moved your head to the left and see an empty bed. oh. you moved again, to the right side now, and get a clear view of the rest of the room. you see two other beds with what seems like people laying down, wrapped in a bag, just like you were earlier.

oh good.

"body movement detected. what is the square root of sixteen?" the monotonous voice asks again. you sigh. you were getting pretty tired of these questions, and you yourself had so much you wanted answers to. you were also incredibly tired. but you were far too curious to know where you were, how you got here, and where the hell the other awake people were to try and fall back asleep.

you turn your head to the center and see robotic arms reaching towards you. you panic and tried to get out a scream, only to hear a wheeze of some sort.

"whr th hll m i?" you mumble.

"incorrect. what is the square root of sixteen?" it asks again.

"whe-" you took a breath and tried again. "whr the hel 'm i?" better! not sounding very good, but speaking has progressed. 

"incorrect. what is the square root of sixteen?" you roll your eyes.

"foooour!" you answer again, easier this time.

"correct. please remain still."

"wait, wht?" you felt a shrill of panic wash over you as the robotic arms reach towards your body. they removed the tubes, not all of them, however you felt a tiny bit comfortable now.

"where 'm i?" you asked once more, not so fogged up now, and fully conscious of wherever you were. you've also regained control of your torso, and you tried to roll over to only fall, which made you feel winded, knocking your head along the way. “ow-“

your vision turns black.

—

“can anybody give me the answer to question three: what is the difference between an independent and a dependent clause? anyone?” you flail your black marker around, looking for a student who could volunteer.

“first one to raise their hand gets a treat!”

abby raised her hand. finally.

“okay, abby. please stand up,”

“but you said the first one to raise their hand gets the treat?” you sigh. outsmarted by a 12-year old: just a regular day.

“okay, but I need the answer to the question please.” you tried to divert their attention back to the lesson. a student raises their hand.

“miss, I have a question.”

“yes?”

“what’s happening to the sun?” the whole class suddenly had their eyes on you, now more attentive.

“uh huh, this is an english class, not science.”

“but you have a phd in chemistry, right?” a student says. you see some nodding, the rest of them asking what a phd was.

it's biochemistry but, close enough. that was also the reason why you met ryland. you were studying in the same university. ever wonder how a doctorate in chemistry gets you a job as a middle school teacher in english literature? go ahead and call the dean of the first university you've worked for an 'incompetent prick' and see where that gets you.

a job in a middle school teaching a subject you were misaligned with but overqualified to do. but whatever. you've always had a passion for literature anyway; sneaking into some classes while juggling a doctorate in chemistry on the other hand. wasn’t at all bad. the bridging was quite difficult, but you made it through.

"is it true that they're eating the sun?" a student asks.

"well, we can't tell if they're eating it but—"

"my mom says it's a government conspiracy and they’re trying and distract us."

"oh anyway, you should ask your parents about that. not sure it should come from me, you know." you say, heading back to the whiteboard to presume the class.

"but you're our teacher," the noise only continued to grow louder.

you sigh.

"there's so many articles popping about this stuff. and we're not so sure what these are so i can't really give you guys correct information as of the moment, right?" they frown. a good way to distract them from the topic anyway. they were also way too young to be worrying about the possible extinction of humankind and all other species on earth.

"they say the sun's gonna cool down and we're gonna freeze to death and all go extinct," shane, a smarter one adds up.

the students gasp in horror, leaning to their seatmates asking if it was true and having all sorts of questions.

"guys, guys calm down! i'm sure every brilliant mind in the world is working on it. they're gonna-" the ring bells and in a blink of an eye, the ever so worried and panicking students you were facing were fleeing the classroom in an instant.

“tsk,”

—

you wake up, still on the floor. you stay there to feel your body for a bit, also because you weren’t quite sure if you could get back up again, but you could tell that you were much better than when you first woke up.

first agenda was going to be looking for awake people in this room, and to do that you were going to have to learn how to walk.

you crawl and roll for a few minutes, bumping onto the walls and all sorts of things, before getting a hold of your limbs again. something feels off about it; there's a certain wrongness into it. it felt like being on a boat minus the aggressive rocking part, but the ground doesn’t feel as solid. huh. but maybe you were still groggy to a certain extent.

you walk towards the beds of your roomates and see two gray, mummified bodies. you back up to the wall, horrified. you wanted to throw up. there seemed to be no signs of decaying or anything like that, but the sight upset you so much you wanted to puke.

are they dead?

you knew better than to want to have someone to answer that question. you roam around, tears start to blur your vision and you don't know why. you felt that you had a connection to these people, like they were your friends. you just simply couldn’t remember their name. now that you thought about it, you couldn't even remember your own name. you were emotional and confused now more than ever.

after scurrying the room, looking for more things that could answer your questions, you stumbled into a storage room. only about a meter tall, but it looked like it had something that might help you. you were still naked afterall.

even so, you were still wondering where the people were. there are two mummified corpses in this room that looked like they hadn’t been moved by anyone, making you wonder if it was done on purpose or if there was any people to do the job at all.

rummaging here and there, you eventually found what looked like bags that contained personal belongings. four of them. a good sign. you were the third person in this room, as well as the other two mummified friends you had. and so the fourth one must be here somewhere.

you see the lables in each bag, one written in chinese, russian, and the other two in english. you took the english labled bags that read "grace". your name must be grace. but why two bags? weird. maybe there wasn't a fourth person afterall? you thought maybe you just had more stuff than they did. but you remembered the bed.

that only confused you more.

you opened the first bag named grace that you got a hold on and found a yellow jumpsuit with your name on it but also had the logo of NASA?

that can't be right. you weren't an astronaut. you were… you couldn't even remember.

okay, then maybe you were. why would your uniform be in here, though? does that mean you were in space? that's ridiculous.

but oh. that explained the wrongness you felt: the gravity. you shake your head to shake the thought off. ever since you’ve woken up you felt so out of place, so bewildered. why where you naked, why are there bodies of dead people, where the hell were the people? whatever it was and wherever it was that you were, you decided you only wanted an answer to when you got dressed properly.

you hurriedly put on the yellow jumper without much thought. it was quite big but you didn't mind.

a few minutes of mindless exploring, you wandered off into some kind of lab. what kind of hospital made a lab above the patient room? but it was heavily equipped. almost every equipment you could think of was in here: test tubes, pipettes, microscope, even a scanning electron microscope. wait.

"how do i know all these things?" you wanted to cry.

just then, you spot a figure facing away, just a few feet from you. you walk towards it.

—

"hey, jonas, no running down the hall." you say as you pass, walking towards a specific classroom to see a specific teacher.

you open the door expecting somebody for there to be nobody. he must have left early, or had a meeting, you assumed. you took out your phone and typed in something quick before putting it back.

[3:48 pm] you: hey, will be waiting for you here in your room. head's hurting, kinda.

you walk towards his table in the middle of the room, putting your bag on top and sitting down. Then, quickly leaning onto the table to rest your head.

a few minutes in and you swore you could have fallen asleep when the doors opened. you raise your head hoping to see ryland when a lady dressed in black comes in.

"y/n grace?" the woman says with quite an accent. dutch? maybe.

"yes? how may i help you?" you stand up out of courtesy.

"my name is eva stratt. i’m with the petrova taskforce.”

"pardon?"

"the petrova taskforce—"

"yes, sorry, i heard you the first time. petrova as in,"

"as in the infared light extending from the sun to venus, yes. i need your help." you blink. you were quite surprised a person like her would come to you, come here, in grover cleveland middle school, to ask for your help in an international problem you were sure many more qualified scientists were begging to help with.

"me?" you ask, pointing to yourself, even laughing a little, still not quite comprehending the weight of the situation.

"yes, dr. y/n l/n. we need your help. we want you to analyze the dots for us." you smiled at the use of your maiden name—the name on your doctorate, the one that had been so badly stained just a couple of years ago. you had stood your ground on a principle that earned you a reputation so toxic you chose to leave academia entirely. it was simply easier than trying to scrub the name clean.

“sorry, i tought the arclight probe wasn’t returning until..?”

“yes, it returns on the 23rd and we want you to be the first ones to take a look at it.” you wasn’t sure if it was the head ache, but everything coming from the mouth of this lady sounded like a lie, just so ridiculous it didn’t seem true.

"i don't think i should be the one you should be asking."

you quickly grab your bag and walk to the door, trying to get out before the situation get out of hand and get dirty, as what had happened before.

your head still shot sharp pain and you wanted to go home now, to still no sight of ryland.

you impatiently looked out on the sidewalk and pull out your phone to be met with black suvs and stratt behind you. gosh, this woman was so persistent.

"look, i'm sure there are so many people that you can ask that are way more qualified. not me!" she just looks at you seriously, not seeming to budge.

men in suits get out of the vehicle and stand beside the doors now. you felt intimidated, like they were going to just manhandle you into going with them, but you don't back down.

"and, and my head feels like it's gonna explode if i don't get home now, and i can't even find my husband—"

"that won't be a problem." stratt says.

one man opens the door to the suv beside you and you see a ryland, sitting inside, like an obedient child.

"hi honey."

—

"hello?" you say to yourself. It ends up coming out louder than you expected, seeing as the figure turns around and you see a man, a big man, with a very long beard and long, strangled golden-brown hair. He was wearing the same jumpsuit that cut just a few inches below his knee and hugged his figure uncomfortably. he looked quite familiar, you couldn’t point out why, wondering if you only thought so because you were relieved to see another human. but you were certain you knew this man.

still, you shriek.

"oh, no, no, no! i'm sorry!" he says and walks towards you. you had the chance to inspect his face close up and well, he looked rough. your guess was that he might just have woken up just a few minutes before you did and just was not groomed properly or dressed properly for that matter. well, who were you to judge when you were swimming in your jumpers aswell?

"you're awake!" he hugs you in a way that felt familiar. so familiar.

"i was really scared, i thought i'd be left alone for the rest of the mission."

"what?" you ask. you brain just turning into a big pile of mush as you go around and your questions get left unanswered.

"what's your name? i'm grace. or that's what my jumper says anyway. this thing is so small, you know?" grace? Wasn't that also your name? or so you thought? but he couldn't see that it says the same on your jumper. the poor guy was just too excited to be having somebody to talk to.

"i thought you'd wake up sooner or later. i got a look at our other crew mates and they were in bad shape."

"crew mates?"

"yes. and oh, if you didn't already know: we're in space."

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lala's list

°⋆. ࿔*:･ key:

❀ fluff ۶۟ৎ angst .ᐟ smut

☆ oneshot ಄ series

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ bts: min yoongi

if you know, you know ☆,❀,۶۟ৎ ⤷ you appear as a guest on suchwita after dating rumors of you and its host, min yoongi swoops the internet.

kindalove ☆,❀,۶۟ৎ ⤷ wherein yoongi doesn’t want to see you overexert yourself in work, so he takes care of you (or min yoongi's love language)

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ phm: ryland grace

about time ಄, ❀, ۶۟ৎ ⤷ you wake up in space without any knowledge of how you got there with two corpses for roomates. and oh, if it's any consolation, there's also another person—just that he's as disoriented and clueless as you are.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ skz: bang chan

idol series ಄, ❀, ۶۟ৎ ⤷ after your relationship has been made public, it didn't take long for the both of you to take advantage of the times whenever you two meet in public and show some pda, giving fans the butterflies with your encounters.

updated: 5-14-26

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if you know, you know | myg

pairing: idol!yoongi x producer!reader

genre: established relationship au, friends to lovers au, idol au, variety show au; fluff, slight angst

warnings: cursing, they drink (are of age, obv), mentions of past struggles, anxiety

word count: 3.2k

author's note parts of this are inspired by or directly taken from suchwita as well as other interviews yoongi has appeared in for info. inspired by a work of @gayforddlovato in wattpad!

summary: you appear as a guest on suchwita after dating rumors of you and its host, min yoongi swoops the internet.

legend:

*...* - text edited on the final video

[...] - images/videos edited on screen

(intro of daechwita)

[into of suchwita starts playing]

*suchwita - drinking with suga*

the episode starts with the camera panning to host, min yoongi, wearing a casual all-black fit. he swiftly walks towards the table, sitting on the right chair, with a subtle knowing smile on his face as he takes his tablet, pulling it closer, getting ready to start the show.

"hello, everyone; suchwita is back." he says nonchalantly, lifting the corners of his mouth, plastering the view of his gummy smile, clapping. *long time no see!*

"ah, it's nice to be back. our guest today is very special, one of the core people that helped bts put out albums as well as d-day and other solo projects of mine. makes this episode extra special, too, right?" he adds as he adjusts his chair, implying a double entendre pertaining to you, making you smile behind the cameras. he always talks so highly of you, to everyone and about anything. he subtly shifts his gaze to you, returning the smile.

"i'm pretty sure you're all familiar with her...name: y/n. occupation: producer, singer, actress. "i've long asked for an appearance at your show, why has it taken you so long to invite me?" he reads, laughing at the description provided for you.

"i'm sincerely sorry, and please welcome, y/n." [some popular tracks you have produced plays: cool with you - new jeans, underwater - red velvet, home - bts, as well as some short clips of you in films.]

you came in with a smile, wearing a dark outfit, complementary to his, bringing a brown paper bag for your beverage.

yoongi stands, acknowledging your presence, and he claps. you take your time to wave and bow at the staff as well who were clapping upon your arrival.

[cuts to you sitting down]

"ah, welcome, welcome." yoongi politely says. you both suppress a smirk, amused to see your long-term boyfriend sit opposing you, forced to act platonic, as if it has been your first time interacting, when you know it's the complete opposite of that. as if you won't go home with each other tonight and only resorting to replying with: "thank you for having me."

just a week ago, an image of you and yoongi had circulated the internet. walking from a convenience store, arm in arm. jackets to fight off the cold and caps, a pathetic way to try and disguise your identities. whenever you were meeting somewhere, it was always the three: sunglasses, mask, and a cap. it should have been a habit by now. but it was also 2:00 am in the morning. you were finishing up some songs in the studio and was in desperate need of ingesting caffeine. you decided to walk to the nearest store, dragging yoongi with you, who at first was stubborn about it, unknowing that such a mindless act would cause years of going undercover blow up.

despite its horrid quality, netizens were quick to nitpick details, connect dots, and speculate that it was the both of you.

hybe is yet to come out with a statement regarding the issue. but, the people seem to have had their verdict, with some saying yoongi was too good for you, or that it made sense for you to date as rumors have long circulated even before the leak. the topic is yet to die down, and is even still as hot as ever. it just so happens that you were already scheduled to appear at suchwita after the dating rumors swoops the internet. the company's decision was to push it, hoping to get more engagement from the issue, gaining more attention.

the air is surprisingly filled with tension. both of you are aware that everybody in this room know what's going on between the two of you, you do work for the same company afterall. arriving together, bringing home made lunches for each other, and the blatant "hey, mind i crash at yours tonight", happens too often for it to be platonic.

for most idols who date, it's like that. often it's easier for them to just date someone inside the same company or closer due to the busy schedules and fear of getting caught. but your relationship with yoongi wasn't merely for convenience; it's way more than that.

"oh, here," you say, handing him the bag you had brought with you. he politely accepts it with both hands, slightly brushing with yours.

it's no big deal, really. you hug, and kiss, and do even more than, but you would be lying if you said it didn't make you anxious, even a little bit. the fact that this would be broadcasted for the whole internet to feast on wrecked your nerves. it will be another week of turning off comments and messages on instagram to prevent your phone from blowing off, but it's no big deal really.

the truth is, neither of you really gave a damn. hell, you've been pretty obvious for years now, and not just among the staff: appearing in the background of bangtan bombs, posting about hanging out with some of the guys, and that one time when you both hosted where fans immediately dug for interactions. you and yoongi mutually agree that maybe it's time to free yourselves a little bit. angering those who hate on you more and blessing those who have spent years trying to connect the dots, by being seen in one frame.

yoongi peeks into the bag and all of a sudden throws his head back with a chuckle. *what could it be?*

you wanted to surprise him, and it worked.

"oh, wow." he says as he reveals the drink you brought; bourbon. "see, i knew you were going to bring an alcoholic drink," he adds, which took you aback, making you laugh as well.

"it was going to be among beer, soju, whiskey-" he lists off.

"hey!" you interject, playfully smacking his arm.

"but oh wow, you know i rarely drink this thing."

you know. you had brought a drink that meant something between the two of you; the exact brand and kind.

despite hybe being a small company back then, they still held parties every now and then. you were drinking the same exact thing and had drunken confessions that night; ever since, you've strictly only been drinking it together on your anniversary.

it's those type of things that really get you. he was the one that proposed the idea, saying you should "save it" when trying to invite him to a drink, which confused you at first, but made sense in the long run. it was the little things that made you think maybe he does like you back.

"shall i make you a new york sour?" you say as you take the glasses from beside you.

you look back at him and see him holding the bottle with an expression that says "i thought this was for?" you just smirk. he thinks you ambushed him for all he knew was that you were going to bring a fancy wine of some sort, but you had a trick up your sleeve.

"guys, if you know, you know." you say, winking.

"but they don't know though?" he says, which made you feel a bit silly. *embarrassed*

"this, was it 2015? we had a, uh, a celebration, a party. and something happened that night" he explained.

"excuse me?" you asked, raising your brow. "what? no, no, not like that!" he defensively argues, making you and some staff laugh.

"what was it that happened?" you ask, both having to hold your smile, trying to keep your composure.

"if you know, you know." he retorts back, winking at the camera. *iyk,yk!*

the "explanation" only really made sense to those who knew. that it wasn't merely a party, it wasn't anything funny, but one that changed your lives.

to the regular fan it sounds confusing, weird even. but to you it sounds like the deafening music that had you up your feet the entire night; the mixed smell of strong cologne, alcohol, and sweat; and the cold breeze of the air that was freezing your brain's ability to comprehend what "how do you feel about us" meant.

but of course, if you know, you know.

[cut to your glasses being prepared]

"oh wow, so you brought a sentimental drink, y/n?" he asks, to which you nod.

you're like that. all sentimental and extremely emotional. yoongi knew that. and he always does his best to make you feel loved the way you love. sure, being given an expensive piece of jewelry is fantastic. spending a week in a foreign country, just the two of you was amazing. but simply drinking wine together on the place where you had your first date equates that.

"we also prepared these," he adds as the staff slowly place trays of food on your table.

"woah!" you exclaimed. *an array of dishes suited to y/n's taste!*

"wow, you really went all out," you say, smiling with gratitude.

"of course, it's you afterall." he says, making you feel flustered.

of course he went all out. he's like this. always does everything to spoil you, make you happy. he knew you. the most.

"if you guys didn't know, y/n is my go-to, you could say, drinking buddy."

"oh, you're making it sound like i drink often."

"don't you?" you die at his reply, lowering your head, as the room filled with laughter.

if there's anything two sleep deprived producers do to ease their stress, aside from the obvious ;), it was to drink together. and that happened as often as you would have liked.

this playful banter eased you. aside from the dating rumors, you were also one of the closest people in the industry, everybody knew that, even the fans. you were best friends close and then slowly became more than friends close.

you met him just a short while before their debut, while you were also trying your shot to become a renowned producer. it wasn't hard to form connections, given the size of the company back then. you also quickly climbed to the top and became one of the most known and trusted, mentored by great seniors such as pdogg and slow rabbit. that's also how you met yoongi.

befriending him was quite easy with your similar personalities; introverted and the love for the mundane. though, it seems the complete opposite when you're together, always laughing, exchanging banter with no one else but each other.

you liked yoongi. a lot. his dry humor that often goes unnoticed, sarcasm that people interpret as attitude sometimes, his dedication to his work, his eyes (that were chunked with black eyeliner a lot at the time), the way he listens and remembers.

[cut to you grilling meat]

"so, suga-ssi,"

"suga-ssi?" he says, surprised at the sudden formality.

"yes, why has it taken you so long to invite me in your show?" he chuckles.

"is it because i might spill something about you, hmm?" you playfully say, wiggling your brows.

"you see, army, yoongi isn't that much of a tough guy." you add.

"oh, come on. i never really claimed to be one." he defends.

"he snores so much. so much."

"let's be honest, who doesn't?"

"oh, everyone do you also snore so loudly you get woken up by your own sound?" made the room burst with laughter. *tmi!*

"please edit that out,"

time passes and you can feel your body slowly getting warmer as you work through your drinks and chow down your food as well as the questions he's been asking you.

you and yoongi talked about your jobs as producers, past albums, and future projects you will be working on. he thanks you for helping him put his album out, not only with your musicality but also emotionally—by being there as someone he can rely on.

"they most especially loved people pt. 2."

"oh, yes!"

[clips of you and yoongi performing people pt.2 live plays]

"i personally really liked people from d-2,"

"mm, you liked that song so much i couldn't not release it. everyone please say thank you, y/n, for people and people pt. 2." *thank you, y/n!*

"oh come on. it wasn't like i made the thing. i just really thought the melody was a beautiful channel to the message of the song, you know? it wasn't very upbeat, or as dark as the main track, but it creates a good contrast for the album." you trail off. yoongi just looks at you with nothing but admiration. nodding to every single thing you were saying regardless of what it was. god he was such a sucker for you, and he wasn't afraid to show it despite the huge cameras on your faces.

"well, your opinion matters to me," he says after quite some time.

"well, voice too. there are just tracks that yearn to have you sing in it."

you felt like you were knocked off your feet if only you weren't sitting down. these things he never fails to say, but to say it here, in front of all these people?

"aww. see, you guys! i'm just that of an important person in yoongi's life." you quickly teased, shooting multiple winks towards the cameras.

"of course you are." he says, adding the final blow.

he looks at you in a way that makes you feel hesitant to look back in the fear of getting sucked into the dark orbs in his eyes. you accidentally sharply inhale, sort of breaking the building weight between the two of you.

you actually weren't planning about disclosing anything about your relationship at all. just to come in to drink and talk as friends, nothing more. but there was undeniably something about how you interacted that makes it undeniable.

"we go way back, don't we?" he says after quite some time. you let out a dry laugh, unable to look at him, reminiscing the past.

"we were so young. so ambitious, too."

your breathing goes heavy. you aren't quite sure if it's the alcohol that's making you feel like this, or the fact that when you think about it, you have been through so much, together.

you were passionate about music, there's no denying that. investing your all into your music was not just to put your craft out, but also, admitantly, to earn something from it. if it weren't for the eviction notice plastered on your front door, you would have chosen to go to college. if yoongi had enough than to pick over his next meal or a bus ticket, he wouldn't have risked it all in such a young age.

pursuing your passion was a big gamble. there were times where you questioned if it was still worth it after sacrificing so much and getting so little in return or nothing at all. but oh was it so worth it. knowing how it ends, in the end, you'd choose to go through it all over again.

"you had spiky hair, and i had micro bangs." you giggle, the image popping up in your head.

"we were so immature." he chuckles, remembering the ridiculous fashion choices younger versions of you had.

"we met when we were 19, we're 33 now." you say and smile bitterly.

all of a sudden, a warm tear just pours out of your eye, taking yoongi aback. he quickly takes out a tissue from his side of the table, and instead of giving it to you, he leans forward and gently pats it on your face as you just let the tears fall one after the other.

he hands you some more as you sniffle. you look at him with slightly red eyes to see that he was looking away from you. he always does this, you knew. seeing you get all emotional makes him emotional as well. and if looking behind you with a thousand yard stare prevented the both of you from becoming a crying sniffling mess, then you allowed it.

"god, why am i like this! i'm so sorry." you tilt your head towards the director and other staff.

"what are you talking about," yoongi says, ensuring you that it was more than alright.

"oh wow, this drink's really hitting me!" you joke, smiling.

"hey, we've been friends for so long now, you should be used to it." you add, pertaining to the tears. he purses his lips and nods. "i am."

a staff hands you a bottle of water and you quickly drink its content.

"we've been friends for what, 14 years now?"

"mhm. and more than friends for 12?" yoongi says, which made you want to cry even more.

"like, as best friends?" you say, acting clueless.

"if you know, you know!" he smiles.

"oooh," you playfully squint your eyes, smiling as well. *what's the real deal?*

[cut to the final remarks]

"wow, we've been by each others' side for more than a decade now!" he excitedly says.

"we're also quite old, aren't we?" you slightly cover your mouth as if you were scared of getting heard jokingly, attempting to make the atmosphere light again.

"see, earlier you were crying and now you're saying nonsense like that." he rebutts. *tmi yet again!*

"happy tears, happy tears,"

"for our final question, q: what should we expect from y/n?"

you excitedly talk about an album that you will be releasing a month from now, letting viewers know of which artists to look forward to in your collaborations.

"should we be expecting anything prod. suga or ft. suga?"

"that's yours to discover," you remark, adding a final wink.

"and lastly, anything you want to say to our dear viewers?"

"dear viewers, please continue to support our individual projects as well as us together," yoongi smiled at the latter part of your message implying a double entendre, pertaining to both your collaborations and relationship.

"also so that i can come back here more often!" you smile.

you guys wrap up by thanking him for inviting you and giving your thanks to the staff who were there to help and the show ends.

[end]

a few weeks after that suchwita episode, hybe releases a statement confirming the dating rumors.

twitter blew up the moment that episode was released with fans celebrating the patterns they've seen in your music for the past years, as well as the theories that have long been circulating, finally confirmed through hybe's statement and that episode.

@jinshoulders667: see, we knew it!

@iloveminsugaaaaa: "he snores so much" hmm probably woken next to him to have known 🤔

@iamot7: god am i painfully single

@bangpdnim_5: quick question, when's the date?

[soverdant]

moments 02 | bang chan

pairing: idol!bang chan x idol!reader

genre: idol au, established relationship au; fluff, very slight angst

warnings: none

word count: 0.4k

author's note this is a part two of the Chan drabble i did. I was vvvvv busy with life huhuu. I would very much appreciate receiving prompt ideas because I am so burnt-out haha

.✦ ݁˖ part of idol series

summary: after your relationship has been made public, it didn't take long for the both of you to take advantage of the times whenever you two meet in public and show some pda, giving fans the butterflies with your encounters.

1

during isac (idol star athletics championships) you represented your group in korean wrestling. almost everyone in the fandom knew how strong you were, physically and also mentally. you were very sporty ever since a young age and that is how you got your skills.

as your match started, you walked up to where your opponent, yareum. you two were close friends and you knew that there would be no tension between the two of you if one won over the other. when she saw you, she jokingly fake cries, indicating that she was scared to be your opponent.

as the match was about to start, the camera then panned to chan who was holding up a fan with your face on it and swinging it around like a fanboy.

when the referee then signaled 'go', in a blink of an eye, yareum was already down to the ground, earning screams from fans because of your victory.

the camera again, panned to chan who was shouting 'that's my girl!'.

after your victory, you ran and jumped into his arms as he swung you around and gave you a small peck on your cheek.

2

the two of you were part of a korean variety show where you would play challenges to earn prizes and travel around places in korea. as part of your taping, you and your other co-workers needed to sleep in hotels and other places since the show went taping for 2 whole months.

since you and chan were a part of that show, there were a lot of cute moments and interactions between the two of you. but the one that went viral the most was when you got to share the same room. a lot of fans were cooing over how he would hug your whole body completely whenever you would complain how cold it was.

in the morning, he would be the one who would wake up earlier than you and he would kiss you good morning when he wakes up and another kiss when you wake up.

3

recently, you and chan had a v-live where you and him, along with fans composed a 2-minute song on live. being well known as amazing producers, it came out very good. and it was even released by your companies a few weeks later.

a lot of fans were cooing over how well you two communicated with each other about what you wanted with the song even though you both have very different tastes and style in producing.

he would constantly ask you if it was okay and would encourage you to speak up since you weren't very confident in your producing abilities and tend to trust on him more because he is more experienced.

whenever you were hesitant and ask him about what you made, he would reply with "that sounds very good, love."

[soverdant]

idol series | bc m.list

After your relationship has been made public, it didn't take long for the both of you to take advantage of the times whenever you two meet in public and show some pda, giving fans the butterflies with your encounters.

key: ❀ fluff | ۶۟ৎ angst | .ᐟ smut

♫⋆｡ Moments 01 | ❀ ۶۟ৎ ♫⋆｡ Moments 02 | ❀

updated: 3-29-25

[soverdant]

moments 01 | bang chan

pairing: idol!bang chan x idol!reader

genre: idol au, established relationship au; fluff, very slight angst

warnings: mentions of getting hurt (getting cut), brief mentions of blood, almost drowning

word count: 0.9k

author's note I hope you guys excuse my writing. lemme know if you want more details/parts from each scenario

.✦ ݁˖ part of idol series

summary: after your relationship has been made public, it didn't take long for the both of you to take advantage of the times whenever you two meet in public and show some pda, giving fans the butterflies with your encounters.

1

y/n and her group was nominated for best song of the year on mama, along with her being nominated for best ost. the girls were admired for their hard work and how fast their success was even being only 3 years in the industry.

being on the red carpet was a thrill for the girls. multiple big idols and groups were seen in the event including stray kids.

the red carpet, hosts and cameras and fans warmly greeted the girls. they introduced themselves and hosts started asking them a few questions about the group and a few about y/n and chan's relationship.

though it was hard to not get shy about it, she tried to keep things professional by not over sharing and getting all the attention about the relationship instead of the group's achievement.

later on, chan and y/n were seen greeting each other and some fans mentioned about a forehead kiss he gave her.

2

chan often has vlives to interact with fans. it has been a few weeks after both of your companies have released their official statements confirming the dating rumors.

just as the live was starting, fans started commenting and asking about the relationship, but chan wasn't really paying much attention until in the middle of the live for he was busy talking about the song 3racha was working on, casually oversharing about what it's going to be about.

"'chan, what can you say about y/n getting nominated and winning this year's best ost award?'" he said with his aussie accent as he read the comment, getting a little shy as he read your name.

"um, i can really say that she, uh, they, deserved it very much. and that they've been working really hard for it, and i know how badly she wanted to win alongside with her group." he spoke.

3

you and chan have been recently invited to a variety show where k-celebrity couples were to play missions while traveling different places in south korea.

in one episode, you were brought to a water falls, hidden in the mountains.

cameras captured moments when chan would help you climb slippery roads, he'd hold your hand and would ensure your safety even before his.

when you guys reached the place, you then got ready to swim in the water along with your boyfriend and your other friends.

"wow, after all that walking we finally got here!" whein, one of your co-hosts said.

"it's really worth it once you get here." another added.

you were given missions and games to do when you started taping, but mainly it was all about you guys swimming in the falls.

you were so excited to swim that once you got there, you weren't even talking to chan and was busy swimming, talking to friends and finding fishes that weren't even there.

whenever chan felt like the cameras weren't directed to him or you, he'd swim silently to get to you and would jokingly scare you out of the blue.

you'd sometimes hold onto his shoulders whenever he swims, dragging you along with him where ever he went.

one time, he suddenly went down while you were behind him, holding onto his bare shoulders making you unintentionally drink some of the water.

at first he was laughing because of how red your nose became. but then you were already crying because you felt overwhelmed.

"oh my, are you okay y/n?" krystal said.

"ah chan what did you do?" seungmin added.

"i'm sorry baby," he said as he wiped the tears and stray hair out of your face and gave you a forehead kiss that made everyone feel butterflies.

"are you okay?" he asked and you nodded, confirming that you were okay.

4

you would often visit chan in his dormitory and spend some nights over. though you were dating for 4 years, you guys didn't really rush things and keeping things old school, you guys would get married first before settling down and live together. but that was far ahead since you both were focusing on your career.

the day you went over, he was having a vlive in his bedroom. so you didn't bother and went to the kitchen after letting him know that you already arrived.

you were cooking food that he loved since it was near their comeback and he was very stressed about getting everything perfect to not disappoint fans.

just then, in the middle of his live, you somehow open the door forgetting that he was live, showing him your quickly bleeding finger.

"i don't really want to give spoilers but-" he cut in the middle of his sentence, when he saw you there, bleeding.

"hey," he left his phone on the bed and went to you directly.

"i was cutting veggies, and," you said through your little sobs.

ever since you were young, you have always been scared of blood. they made you feel anxious and sick.

he was comforting you through your sobs as he went over to his bed with you and reached for the drawers that probably had first-aid.

the comments were confused why they were hearing sobs, where chan was (since he can't be seen in the frame) and what happened.

since you already washed your hands, he quickly wrapped your finger with gauze and wrapped tape to secure it.

after comforting you, you went back to the living room as chan said he'd be the one to take care of dinner.

he then explained what had happened to fans and they immediately started praising him for prioritizing her and comforting her calmly. he answered a few more questions before ending the live and helping you cook in the kitchen.