God dammit I'm a fucking mess over the byulyi fluff!!!! having me tear up over the fuckin moon nd shit!!!! I need a follow-up pls it was so beautiful and cute.... (but if u wanna do something else...I rly wanna see angst w/ Vernon!!)
MESSAGES LIKE THESE MAKE ME CRI I SWEAR OMG BU t thank u!! ill try to type something up tonight, i lov writing abt mamamoo but no one ever requests them :'(
A/N: i watched nana and this happened so here is a non-disappointing version ft. punk!Moonbyul
A train wasn’t most people’s ideal place to fall in love but there was something bout the sparkle in your eyes when she let you sit next to her that Byulyi couldn’t ignore even if she wanted to. A delayed train sparked a conversation that she couldn’t be more thankful for. When the announcer came over the intercom to alert the passengers that there would be an unplanned wait, you grunted to her right and hung your head, pulling your phone out of your pocket.
“I have to be in Seoul soon or my boyfriend will start to wonder where I am!” you said over dramatically. Byulyi laughed and brought an unlit cigarette to her lips. You whipped your head around to look at her, about to ask her if she was laughing at you before you noticed her pulling a small plastic lighter out of her jeans and rolled her thumb over the top of it, causing an orange flame to disperse from the top of it. After lighting the cigarette and putting the fuse back inside her pocket she turned her head to look at you, offering n innocent smile.
“That’s illegal you know.” you said matter-of-factly and she giggled once more, a sound you were sure you could never get tired of.
“I won’t tell if you won’t.”
And the two of you spent the entire train ride talking about nothing, which really means you unintentionally subjected her to useless facts about you and your boyfriend, Kyuchul. She seemed interested enough to keep you talking but you never realized that was because she liked your voice. She could tell that you were a good energy, for lack of better words. Something that wasn’t present in her life at that moment.
Looking back on it now, you would have asked her about herself but it was too late to change now. When you got off of the train, you immediately spotted Kyuchul and ran into his arms. You were excited to tell him about your trip over here and introduce him to the girl you had not yet learned the name of but when you turned back around to look for her, she had disappeared, and you foolishly thought that was the last of her.
But Byulyi was seemingly always around. You ran into her at the strangest moments, the most recent being in an un-bought apartment that you were looking at. The realtor that was working with you took you to see the place at the same time Byulyi’s did. You were excited to meet her again and though she would never admit it, she was happy to run into you again as well.
When the two of you had a harmless argument in the unfurnished dining room about who deserved the apartment, a man that came with Byulyi had quietly suggested sharing the apartment, point out that it had two bedrooms and was big enough for the two of you. Both of the estate agents were quick to butt in with the proposition that the two of you could split the rent and that was enough for the both of you to agree.
A couple of days later after the both of you moved your belongings into your desired rooms, the two of you decided to go shopping for the rest of the apartment. While you were out, you had found cups with cartoon fruit on them, something you claimed ‘too cute to pass up’. Moonbyul was not as excited as you were about them and you strongly considered putting them back but she had convinced you that she loved them. And that was good enough.
You had become quite close with your new roommate. She was someone that you would even consider your best friend. She had to have known almost everything about you by now and yet you know close to nothing about her. She was a private person who kept her all of her feelings at bay. All of them. You would have never guessed that she had a schoolyard crush on you. At least she told herself it was only that; a schoolyard crush.
When you dragged her to the restaurant Kyuchul worked, she silently protested by letting you drag her dead weight through the streets of Seoul to the small restaurant. Kyuchul greeted you at the table the two of you sat at but even Byulyi could tell something was off. You didn’t see much of him after that. Instead a young girl whose name tag read “Jangmi” began serving your table. She seemed nervous around you despite never seeing you before and even dropped your drinks before arriving to your table.
She cut her finger on the broken glass trying to clean it up and at the first sign of blood, you were by her side with a napkin from your table. She was shaking and quiet before apologizing, bowing deeply, and scurrying off. You turned back to Byulyi and she shrugged in confusion. With a lost appetite, the two of you decided to wait outside for Kyuchul until his shift ended.
The air was frigid and the girl beside you saw the goosebumps on your arms. She offered you her leather jacket and you tried to decline, but she insisted. Saying something along the line of ‘the cold doesn’t bother her since she’s from a cold area’. Beginning to get tired, you lay your head on her shoulder and laced your arm through hers, smiling when you felt her head rest on top of yours.
The two of you stayed like that for a while, an hour to be exact, and right when you began to allow yourself to doze off, Byulyi shook you awake and nodded towards the two people coming from behind the restaurant. It didn’t take long to recognize the pair as Kyuchul and the waitress from earlier, Jangmi. You and Moonbyul quietly watched their exchange unfold.
Something about apologies and lies, you couldn’t tell through the tears in your own eyes and denial at the sight in front of you. He was pulling her in for a tight hug and a kiss to the top of the head, a loving action never performed with you. Before registering it, Byulyi rushed in towards them which caused the pair to notice her and ultimately, notice you. You stood up with the intent of stopping Moonbyul but couldn’t bring yourself to do it.
She had her hands on them, ripping the poor girl away from him and wound her fists in his scarf, pulling him down to eye level with her. You couldn’t tell what she was saying to him but knew that it couldn’t be good judging by her gritted teeth and white knuckles.
Jangmi found her way between them, trying to pry her away from Kyuchul. She attempted to plead to the girl seeing red, saying that if she wanted to hit anyone, hit her.
“I can definitely do that.” Byulyi said and right before she could reel her hand back, Kyuchul grabbed Jangmi and hugged her to him, out of her reach. The tears on your cheeks felt as if they were freezing in place, which you took as natures way of telling you to suck it up.
“(Y/N), get over here and do something!” this was the angriest you had ever seen her. Probably the only time you’ve ever seen her angry. The thought of her being mad at you made you cry even harder and the scene had to be quite a show for all of the bystanders. “Come get him back!”
The walk home that night was filled with you crying and clinging to your roommate’s arm. She was quiet and their was an aura of what you thought was disappointment radiating off of her. The sight of you being incapable of doing the simple task of walking straight due to your sobs was hard for Byulyi to watch. She wanted nothing more than to wrap you tightly in a hug, much like the painful scenario you had encountered only fifteen minutes earlier but decided against it.
“You know, (Y/N),” she began and paused abruptly after making you think she wouldn’t finish her thought, “even when the moon looks like it’s waning, it’s actually never changing shape.” she said looking up at the crescent in the sky.
You tried to control your cries enough to answer her but all that came out was a strangled “and?”.
“Well, everything is constantly changing. Sometimes it feels like pieces of you are missing and everyone else only sees a sliver of who you really are, but you’re still whole. You’re still here.” she says and that was the moment you knew that you had spent far too long loving the wrong person.
“Have you ever been to prom?” you asked her with a worn out voice.
“Of course I haven’t.” she answered. Being more focused on the nicotine in her lungs, she didn’t bother paying much attention to you,
“Moon Byulyi, will you accompany to the prom that I just now decided to have in the living room?” you outstretched your hand to her and she looked at it before looking back up at you. Extinguishing her cigarette and looking at you with a blank look on her face, she tried to decline your request.
bonjour!!! this is installment #1 of my dead roses series :-))
warnings: slight smut, angst, heartbreak
any notes/feedback appreciated!!
Turn the radio down and lay you down, too. I could be the one for you.
His body keeps my frame pinned to the couch. Shoulders clad in a stark white shirt entrap me and his hips press against mine. My hands grasp the waist band of his tight, black jeans–revealing smooth, pale skin. The only light in the room pours in from the large window showcasing the nightlife of Seoul.
“Yoongi,” I gasp, my fingernails pushing into the skin revealed at the small of his back. “We can’t do this.”
“Why not?” he mutters, trailing hungry lips from my jaw to my neck. “We’ve done it before.”
“I know,” I begin, but whimper softly. “We agreed that it would end after the last time.”
“One more time,” he pleads, pressing his hips against mine so there is no space between us. I feel his hardness press against my hipbone and lower abdomen. “Please, I’ve been craving your touch.”
My fingers lace themselves through the platinum hair on his head–tugging at it gently and whimpering his name, “You’re an addiction.”
bonjour!!! this is installment #1 of my dead roses series :-))
warnings: slight smut, angst, heartbreak
any notes/feedback appreciated!!
Turn the radio down and lay you down, too. I could be the one for you.
His body keeps my frame pinned to the couch. Shoulders clad in a stark white shirt entrap me and his hips press against mine. My hands grasp the waist band of his tight, black jeans–revealing smooth, pale skin. The only light in the room pours in from the large window showcasing the nightlife of Seoul.
“Yoongi,” I gasp, my fingernails pushing into the skin revealed at the small of his back. “We can’t do this.”
“Why not?” he mutters, trailing hungry lips from my jaw to my neck. “We’ve done it before.”
“I know,” I begin, but whimper softly. “We agreed that it would end after the last time.”
“One more time,” he pleads, pressing his hips against mine so there is no space between us. I feel his hardness press against my hipbone and lower abdomen. “Please, I’ve been craving your touch.”
My fingers lace themselves through the platinum hair on his head–tugging at it gently and whimpering his name, “You’re an addiction.”
A/N: i watched road to paloma and this happened im never doing this again. also (y/f/n) = your full name !
He was a man full of bad ideas and cigarette smoke and you were a woman with scarce boundaries and careless intentions. If you mix the two of these people together, you end up with a tangle of limbs in a gas station bathroom that reeked of marijuana and tequila. Yoongi wanted a memory and you wanted a friend.
“Need help, pretty lady?” the unfamiliar bright haired man said when you pulled up in a car that obviously wasn’t performing to the best of it’s ability. He wore a smirk and his voice sounded as rough and shot as the worn road behind him. You had never seen him before and since you lived in a small town in the middle of nowhere, a new face was obvious.
He smelt like salt and smoke. He sounded like broken glass and grainy sand. He looked like heaven and hell, and the former outweighed the latter. His skin was darkened with grime, his hair looked like the only brush it had seen in the past month was one made with fingers.
“Thanks, but I got it.” you said looking over your shoulder towards him and sending him a smirk of your own and getting nothing from him in return but an irritated gaze. You walked into the convenient store that ran the gas station to buy some motor oil. When you walked back outside, the man hadn’t left and instead pulled his bike up next to your car. He was leaning against it with his arms crossed and a face of amusement. When you opened the hood and confusedly tried to find the source of the problem. He laughed from beside you.
“Do you need help?” he asked again, walking towards you when he heard you sigh in defeat. He walked behind you and took one look at the engine and thought he had found the issue. “I can fix it if you want.” he offered, popping a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it.
“I don’t have any money.”
“I don’t need money.” he replied without hesitation and took his denim jacket off so all that adorned his back was a black tank top. He walked back over to his motorcycle and grabbed tools out of the bike’s saddle bags.
“You just carry wrenches and rags with you everywhere you go?” you asked and sat down on the curb behind him. Usually, you wouldn’t be this comfortable around a stranger but you were at a point in your life where you just didn’t care. You had made a vow to stop being so afraid all of the time, a promise most people would find cliche and liberal yet you felt more free than ever.
“I work as a mechanic here and there.” he said. He looked over his shoulder to find you drawing shapes in the sand with your pointer finger. “You can go home if you want, this’ll take me until morning.” he said turning back around and getting to work.
“I’m not leaving you alone with my only vehicle. For all I know you could have stolen that motorcycle.” you said sarcastically causing him to chuckle.
“If I would’ve stolen anything it wouldn’t have been that piece of shit, but she gets the job done.” he retaliated. You nodded awkwardly even though he couldn’t see you. A silence settled in the air, only breaking occasionally by a passing car or a singing bird. You just sat taking him in. His shoulders, his legs, his hair; it all seemed synonymous with danger and there was something about it that enthralled you.
“What’s your name?” you asked quietly. So softly that you weren’t entirely sure he hears you over the sound of clanking metal that he was causing.
“Yoongi.” he said without altering his attention.
“Just Yoongi?”
“Just Yoongi.” you sat back in fascination. He was quiet yet there was something about his demeanor that seemed like a cry for help.
“I’m (Y/N).” you spilled even without him asking, his attention still not drifting from your tattered old car.
“Just (Y/N)?”
“(Y/F/N).”
“You always offer your full name to strangers, doll?” he said turning around to look at you full on for the first time since he started.
“Only when there’s a stranger to listen.” he cracked a smile at your words which caused you to let your own lips tug up at the sides. Add his smile to the list of captivating things about this boy.
“You look exhausted.” he said taking in the bags under your eyes and your slouched posture. With your head resting in the palm of your hand, you looked up at him through your thick lashes.
“So do you.” you reciprocated. He shook his head a bit at your claim before explaining.
“Not really. Just thinking about too many things.” and then suddenly an idea popped into your mind. It was admittedly the worst idea you’ve had in while but it was worth a shot. After all there was quite literally nothing left to lose.
“I can,” you paused, not knowing how you should approach the subject, “ease your mind. Or at least try to.” his stare shifted to the center of your pupil and it felt like fire that spread all throughout your body. He looked as if he pondered on the proposal for a second or two but you didn’t realize that he already had an answer.
“You can try.” he said nonchalantly trying to conceal his excitement. He cocked his eyebrow in confusion and then surprise when he saw you walk over to the passenger side of your car, opened the door and grabbed a bottle of Patrón and what appeared to be an already rolled blunt. You almost missed his amazed snicker and mumble of “atta girl”.
The two of you silently agreed with each other on the fact that you couldn’t go at it in the parking lot of a gas station at night so you made your way to the surprisingly clean but no doubt unsanitary bathroom on the side of the building.
“I know you have a lighter on you.” you said to him when you heard the heavy metallic door close. You turned around only to find him one step ahead of you, handing you the lighter he had just used earlier. It was as dirty as his hands but to you in this moment it didn’t matter. He slid his back down the door until he was sat cross legged on the ground and you hesitantly followed.
When he saw that you were taking a while to light the nicotine free cigar, he snatched it and his lighter from your hands and did it himself. He wrapped his lips on the end of the brown paper and his chest rose as he inhaled the drug. He closed his eyes as the smoke finally escaped the cage of his mouth and he looked like pure sin. He looked as if he was an act of evil and you wanted a part of it as soon as possible.
“Are you just going to sit there, doll?” he said. Through your admiring daze you didn’t even realize that he looked over at you, the affects of marijuana were clearly not yet hitting him and you felt as if you were taking the bullet for him. Your head was already feeling light from the contact of his drugged breath. You rolled your eyes at his question and convinced yourself to snap out of your trance. You opened the bottle of alcohol and took a long swig of the bitter liquid.
“You can hold your liquor, huh?” he said. He was looking admirably this time. Your lips detached from the glass of the bottle and you coughed when your throat was filled with air, the oxygen mixing with tequila making everything in your mouth seem spicy. He laughed upon hearing your struggle and his eyes held separate looks of hilarity and awe. “Switch?” he muttered just low enough for you to hear him and you nodded your head quickly.
You inhaled and exhaled the drug way more comfortably than you drank the liquor, something that Yoongi noticed and felt an almost sense of pride at. It only took an entire blunt and half of a bottle of tequila for the two of you to get even more comfortable around each other.
“Can I be honest with you?” he sounded from your left. You hummed in response, hinting for him to go on. “You’re very enticing.” you laughed in response to his confession and the act caused him to drunkenly giggle.
“Can I be honest with you?” you asked him, moving to sit in front of him. You placed your hands right above his knees and applied pressure in order to hold yourself up. He looked at you in drunken delight and mimicked your action of humming in order to convey that he wanted you to continue. “You have a very pretty mouth.” you said through lidded eyes and a slightly slurred voice.
You couldn’t have missed the darkness that enveloped his eyes even if you tried. The image of his lips parting slightly to take in a sharp breath was a sound and image that would stay ingrained in your mind for a while. You weren’t entirely sure who was leaning in first, it happened so fast and the thrill of it all was almost overwhelming.
His hands roughly cupped your jaw and he deepened the kiss to the point where it felt as if you’re head was spinning and the room was dissolving around you. He was not in the mood to treat you gently and you were okay with that fact. Your hands on his legs moved almost by themselves as they made there way upwards towards the ever growing tent in his unwashed and ripped jeans.
His hands had an iron grip on various parts of your body and you yelped in surprise when you felt him barely lift you and switch positions with you, your back now pressed firmly against the door and Yoongi holding you there. Your hands lightly roamed over his body traveling everywhere from his hair to his lower back and everywhere in between. You pulled at the hem of his sweaty tank top suggesting it’s removal and he enthusiastically obliged.
You removed your lips from his and he released a growl from deep within his throat at the move. His lips quickly attached to your jaw and they wasted no time traveling down to your throat, beginning to form bruises in their wake.
“If we’re going to do this we’re standing up. There is no way in hell I’m letting someone fuck me into a gas station bathroom floor.” He hastily lifted you in his arms and lightly slammed you back against the cold, metal door. Your legs wrapped around his waist and tugged him towards you. You had always become more sensitive to touch in intimate situations and this detail about you was making his bulge that was pressing against your clothed center more apparent.
“Don’t think you’re classy, doll. You carry a full bottle of tequila and weed with you and you’re about to let someone you’ve known for an hour fuck you.” he said and with his words came a look so sharp that you felt it pierce your skin. You laughed at his attempted insult. Mostly because you knew that he probably didn’t mean it but also because,
“I also brought a condom.” you reached into your back pocket and pulled out a foiled square, holding it between your middle and pointer finger with a lazy smile on your face. He looked at the small, flat object and then back at you before shaking his head, a hint of a smile forming on his face.
“You’re something else.” he stated before continuing his assault back on your lips. He let go of your legs and when your feet hit the floor, he shoved his knee in between them and started to rub against it with his upper thigh. The two of you sighed in relief at the much anticipated friction that was finally caused. Not only was his leg barely putting pressure against your core, his bulge also pressed against your leg.
The pressure wasn’t enough to get you off, just enough for the two of you to want more. His hands balled into fists in your shirt, tugging at it and you got the message. Taking your shirt off, you stopped to notice the almost animalistic look in his eyes. That of almost predatory instinct, his hands began to grip and knead harshly at the bare skin of your torso.
“I can’t wait any longer.” he growled in your ear, the sound of his rough voice coated in arousal making you go weak in the knees. You began to tug at his belt as he tried to, as delicately as he could, take your bra off. When your mind is in a place of excitement and stimulation it’s difficult to remove other people’s clothing, you learned. In the time you removed just his belt, he had managed to rid you of a bra and your shorts. “Oh for fuck’s sake.” he frustratingly muttered, replacing your hands with his and swiftly removed his jeans.
He patted the side of your upper thigh signalling you to jump back up and you did just that. Wrapping your legs around him and leaning back until your entire backside was pressed against the bathroom door. He was having a hard time controlling himself, that much was obvious, but when he began rolling the condom on himself without fully discarding either of your underwear you smiled to yourself at the once macho man turned needy boy in front of you.
You felt his fingers pushing your underwear out of the way and all of a sudden an intense pleasure mixed with distant pain filled your body. His moan almost drowned out your own and you could have never guessed that just anyone could have given you this pleasure during a quickie in a dirty bathroom.
A layer of sweat coated both of your bodies and thanks to the tiled walls, the lewd sounds of sex were echoed throughout the small room. If anyone was outside they surely were hearing everything.
His hands occupied themselves with one being in tangled in your hair, yanking it back to make you look at his face and the other was gripping your hip tightly, so tightly that there would be definite bruises before the night was over and you didn’t mind. Your hands were grasping at everything - anything they could get a hold of which just so happened to be clawing into Yoongi’s back.
His breath was erratic in your ear and you had thought it to be impossible to feel any better than you did right now until his grip in your hair let go and maneuvered it’s way down to the bundle of nerves that were aching to be touched. When his rough fingertips came in contact with your clit, you began clenching around his dick and relishing in his breathtaking sounds.
His eyebrows were furrowed and his only goal in life at that moment was to make sure he didn’t cum before you did. He was struggling and it only helped fuel your ego.
“You can let go, baby.” you said sweetly but with hints of venom into his ear. That was all he needed to push him completely and willingly off of the edge and you watched in awe at all of the expressions that his face made in the ten something seconds that it took him to come down from his high. With one final deep thrust that had you moaning for more, he pulled out and set your feet back down onto the floor.
He removed the used condom tied it into a knot, and leaned over to the garbage can besides the toilet to throw it away. He turned back to you and without skipping a beat, kneeled down and slung one of your legs over his shoulder. His lips enveloped your clit and he began sucking harshly while swirling the edge of his tongue around the bud. He carefully inserted two of his fingers into you and once they were all the way in he began going faster and harder. The sight of him below you with that mouth of his paying the utmost attention to you was sublime.
When your release finally caught up to you, it was one of the most intense feelings you could have ever hoped to experience. The feeling had you so lightheaded and dizzy that if it wasn’t for Yoongi’s hands holding your body in place you surely would have fallen from your perch on his shoulders.
After you came down from your high, he slowly removed your legs from around his head but held his arms out for you when he saw how you wobbled about when having no support. The room smelt like the intermingling of sex and weed and you would never get tired of it. The only sound now was the two of you trying to catch your breath.
The both of you were both still nude save for your underwear, now sitting atop your clothes to avoid coming into contact with the grimy floor. When you looked over at Yoongi you noticed him beginning to doze off against the wall. You reached over to shake his shoulder and he quickly opened his eyes wide, trying to appear more awake.
me: *dials a number*
gd: *picks up* ….hello?
me: hey just wondering could u pay my college tuition
gd: wtf who is this how did u get this number
me: answer the damn question jiyong
