AN: Hi there this is my first story on this blog so please be nice.
Yoongi x reader domestic fluff
Warning: a brief mention of blood but this is pure tooth rotting fluff so enjoy.
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It was that time of year again. The sun was shining and the birds were singing their morning song. The only thing that could make today an even more perfect day would be peacefully waking up from a lovely dream, but no here you are instead in your kitchen cooking a meal big enough to feed seven hungry men and yourself.
You sighed as you checked the beef that was busy simmering on the back of the stove before you went to cut more veggies for the stir fry. A soft grunt interrupted your thoughts as arms wrapped around your waist and a head lowered itself into your neck. Ah your husband was finally awake.
Smiling softly you put down the knife you were using and turned in his hold chuckling to yourself a little when you felt his heartbeat increase.
“Good morning darling.”
Responding to your greeting with a grunt and a small groan your husband buried his face back into the crook of your neck clearly not ready to start the day yet. Since the day you two met it was made clear that Min Yoongi was not a morning person and would do anything to stay in bed for as long as possible. In the beginning stages of your relationship quick morning cuddles were met with write ups at your job since you would show up late from constant promises of just five more minutes. But how could you say no to that sleepy face?
The absence of his warmth surrounding you brought you back to the present where a sneaky Yoongi was trying to sneak some beef out of the pot.
“Yoongi! No! Bad boy. Go eat a proper breakfast.”
Yoongi pouted at you, upset at being stopped from tasting what you were currently cooking. But still threw the piece of beef into his mouth blushing a bit at the savory taste.
“There’s a proper breakfast being cooked now.”
“No that’s for the annual dinner we host for your friends. Go eat a bowl of cereal or something if you’re hungry.” you resumed chopping the last of the veggies hoping Yoongi would distract himself with breakfast.
“Jagiya should I use a bowl or a cup?”
“Whichever holds the amount you want darling.”
Yoongi smirked to himself hearing you answer his ridiculous question and decided to see how far he could push you.
“Jagiya should I pour the milk or the cereal first?”
“Whichever one feels right to you darling.”
“Jagiya should I use a spoon?”
“Yes darling you should use a spoon.”
“Jagiya which cereal should I eat?”
“Yoongi my dear husband please stop asking me such questions.” you turned to face Yoongi with a grin on your face and the knife in your hand held high.
“Yes ma’am.” Yoongi’s questions stopped for now but you could still feel his eyes on you. “Jagiya?”
“Min Yoongi I swear-“
“I love you.”
The surprise lay in the way those three simple words completely shattered your focus. One second, you were slicing through a crisp carrot, and the next, the knife slipped.
Time seemed to slow as the blade grazed your skin, a sharp, burning sting radiating through your finger. Your breath hitched, and the knife clattered against the counter, the metallic clang echoing through the room.
A sharp gasp escaped your lips, and in an instant, Yoongi dropped everything, rushing to your side. A crimson drop welled up, pooling at the edge of your fingertip before sliding down to the cutting board. His eyes scanned you with a mix of worry and urgency, his warm hands gently cradling yours as he inspected the wound. His affectionate words caught you off guard, not because he said them, Yoongi was far more loving than he let on mostly shown through gestures. A soft hiss slipped from your mouth as the cool water rushed over the cut, washing away the sting and any lingering traces of blood. Once satisfied, Yoongi reached for a bandaid, a bright pink one adorned with playful butterflies, and carefully wrapped it around your finger, his brows furrowed in concentration.
"Is that better?" he asked, eyes searching your face, his thumb brushing softly over the back of your hand as he waited for your answer.
“I’ll be ok. It’s a small cut.”
“I’ve never heard you scream like that. I was worried you cut your finger off or something worse. Please don’t give me another heart attack like that again please.”
“I’ve never cut my finger while cooking before. This is my first.”
Yoongi sighs and shakes his head with an amused expression on his face, “Yeah? So I took another of your firsts. With the rate we’re going at you won’t have any left over soon.”
The expression you found on his face was akin to the ones he had while performing but the effect it had on you was not subtle. With hurting cheeks you raised your hands determined to get revenge on your husband only to bury your face in chest as shyness took over. “You’re insufferable I swear!”
Yoongi laughed at your outburst and caught the hand you were trying to hit him with placing a delicate kiss on your palm.
“Go take a shower love. I’ll finish up in here.” The pout on your face made your husband’s smile grow wider and instantly he knew he had won when you looked away from him. “Gonna be a good girl and listen to me for once?”
“I can’t move if you’re holding me.”
“I would have to be a fool to let you walk away from me.”
His words always had a special effect on you no matter how many times you heard him say them. In the public eye your husband seemed like a crass and emotionally unavailable man but what they never got to see in the privacy of your home was the man who would move mountains to see you smile. And as you looked back into his eyes, finding the endless pools of love he had for you, Yoongi couldn’t help but place one more kiss on your hand.
“I love you.”
One final chuckle escaped Yoongi as he released you and took your spot in the kitchen, “I love you too my Tulip.”
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Note: in flower language Tulips mean perfect and deep love 😉
Suga who has so many late night talks with you that you guys end up falling asleep together. After a while he started putting pillows and blankets in the sofa just in case one (or both) of you end up sleeping
(GIF does not belong to me, my friend sent it to me over text! If anyone knows who made it, please let me know :) )
Confronting your fears for a final grade sounds unappealing but, with Yoongi as your partner, things might not be so bad.
Summary: You’re in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi.
A/N: the love I have for this man is absolutely ridiculous. I have missed this series so much. I hope you love what I’ve done with the place ;) This is such an important chapter that I’ve been planning for the longest time. I hope you like it and, if you do: please please let me know!
NOTE: ALL BOLDED WORDS INDICATE WHEN CHARACTERS ARE SPEAKING KOREAN
Warnings for this Chapter: ok here we go...(TRIGGER WARNING)
minor angst, mentions of anxiety, mentions of criminal activity, mentions of bad parenting and abuse, mentions of trauma and related consequences, language, drug use, smut (holy heck the smut is ALOT).
Chapter Sixteen: The Past and The Present
You’ve never seen Yoongi angry before
Frustrated? Yes.
Annoyed? Often.
Stressed? Aren’t we all?
But, never angry.
He is pissed and, he has a perfectly good reason to be.
A short phone call from his dear friend Sejin left him flushed and furious.
The reason being? Sejin has just informed Yoongi that due to a recent rent increase, Sejin can no longer afford to keep SoundCrowd open.
“We’re going to figure this out ok? This isn’t over. I’ll talk to you later...”
The two of you had been watching a movie when he called and, your finger finally moves from the pause button as he hangs up his call.
You don’t think you’re going to be finishing it tonight.
“Yoongi-“
“What the fuck?” His voice is sharp, the fury clear in his rhetorical question as he turns to you, “What the fuck?”
Your hand twitches with the urge to touch him, to soothe him in some way but, Yoongi pushes himself off the couch by the time you try.
“I- I’ve been going to that building for 10 years. Sejin always pays his rent on time, he won’t even eat sometimes just to make sure his bills are paid and, this?? This is how they repay him? Are they serious? How can they just kick him to the side like this? What is he supposed to do? Fu- fuck what am I supposed to do?” Yoongi exhales, raking a hand through his hair as he seems to search helplessly around the room for answers.
Yoongi was supposed to work for Sejin after he graduated.
“Babe, I’m so sorry I- his landlord can’t just do that right? That doesn’t make any sense.” You offer, biting your lip as a humorless laugh leaves Yoongi’s lips.
“Of course he can, that’s what people like him do right? They gotta make their money. Who gives a shit about this guy and his livelihood? As long as he’s filling his pockets and, collecting his checks- he doesn’t give a single fuck about people like Seijin.”
Yoongi is blistering.
He isn't raising his voice at you but, the intensity of his emotions is getting the better of him.
“This isn’t right. There’s gotta be something we can do to help him, we can talk to Jin maybe? His dad’s a lawyer and-”
“I have to go. I’m gonna go down there and, see if I can talk to the landlord. I have money in savings, I don’t know- maybe he’ll take a bribe or something.” Yoongi interrupts you, completely disregarding your presence all together as he starts to grab his keys.
You don’t want to admit it but, his behavior is hurting your feelings.
You know he’s upset and, you want to respect that but, he’s closing himself off.
Just like he used to...
“Well, let me get my shoes on and I’ll come. You shouldn’t go alone and you shouldn’t have to pay this asshole off. We just need to-”
“I don’t need your help Y/N.” Yoongi’s tone is final, leaving no room for negotiation as his words hit you right in the gut, “I’ll text you later. I’m sorry about the movie.”
With your mouth parted in shock, all you can do is nod as your boyfriend disappears through your front door.
You can honestly say it’s the first time that Yoongi’s ever hurt your feelings.
Like, really really hurt your feelings.
Like, now you’re crying on the couch thinking about why you just became the scapegoat for his frustration.
It’s normal for people to get short when they are upset but, you can’t seem to understand why he treated you that way.
You thought you were passed all of this but apparently, you were wrong.
Part of you is telling yourself not to take it personally.
Whilst the other part of you is wondering why he’s still shutting you out.
Even after everything you’ve been through...
You decide to give him some space.
He’s only human.
Sometimes, we need time to process things on our own.
The sinking feeling in your stomach doesn’t leave you though and, you try and busy yourself with a few household chores before eventually succumbing to the sadness you feel and crying again.
It be like that.
You sent him a text shortly after he left that read:
You: I’m sorry if I pushed a little too hard. Please let me know if/when you need anything. I love you.
He still hasn’t responded.
In an effort to thwart the flurry of emotions in your heart, you end up falling asleep on the couch, hoping that he would respond by the time you wake up.
Instead, you are awoken by him calling you.
“Hello?” You can hear the grogginess in your voice and, Yoongi picks up on it immediately.
“Did I wake you?”
“Yeah, sorry I took a little nap after I cleaned up.”
Your hand is over your mouth as you cover up the sound of your yawn whilst Yoongi rushes out his reply.
“I’m the one who should be apologizing. I can’t believe I talked to you like that. I’m r-really sorry. I was so angry and I shouldn’t have snapped at you.” His voice is tighter as if he’s staving off his emotions and, it makes you wanna cry a little bit, “Then I just left? I feel like such a dick...I just didn’t know what to do. I just wanted to go and, I wasn’t thinking.”
“I get it, you just found out some really shitty news. I don’t blame you for being angry at all but, it-” You take a deep breath, attempting to reign in your hurt a little bit before continuing, “it did hurt that you just left like that. I would have given you space if you needed it, I just wish you would have told me instead of shutting me out.”
You can hear him sniffle on the other end of the line.
He’s a little devasted that he hurt you but, he isn’t going to make that the focal point of this conversation.
He just wants to make it right.
“You’re right. I’m so sorry jagiya. I just freaked out...”He sniffles again, the rawness in his voice apparent, “I’m still freaking out and instead of letting you support me, I left and now I feel like an idiot.”
You wipe your eyes, nodding throughout the duration of his sentence, “You're not an idiot at all. I’m still here and, I’m willing to figure this out with you. I just need you to let me ok? I want to help. Where are you right now?”
“I’m at my house. I talked to Sejin for awhile and, I guess he said the landlord is coming by next week to discuss the contract with him. He asked me to be there as a witness and, if you’re alright with it, I would really like it if you came too...”
“Of course.” You smile softly, “Do you want-”
“Can you come over?” Yoongi’s voice cracks finally as you hear him break down on the other end of the line.
Your heart follows suit as you immediately stand up and, head to your bedroom.
“I’m on my way.”
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“Come here.” You whisper as your boyfriend opens his bedroom door, pulling him against your chest.
He’s dressed in a hoodie and his boxers, his hair completely disorganized due to the amount of time he’s probably messed with it.
“Jagi, I’m really sorry.” He’s all choked up when he buries his face in your neck and, you’re quick to rub tenderly at his lower back.
“Hey- I forgive you ok? Everyone has their moments baby, don’t be so hard on yourself.” You kiss the side of his face, kicking the door shut before ushering him towards the bed.
“I’m so scared...” He’s whispering now, his voice barely audible as he seems to cling onto the material of your t-shirt, “I don’t know what I’m gonna do. I don’t know how I’m gonna help him.”
Tilting his chin, you level with him, “We’re going to go there next week and, talk to this guy and, see what we can work out. The city instituted a law three months ago stating that rent increases have to be preapproved by the tenant, the landlord and, the property association. That’s what I was trying to tell you before you left.”
Yoongi winces, sighing as he shakes his head, “I can’t tell you how sorry I am. I just-” He glances towards you, a bit of apprehension in his eyes, “I’m not used to having someone around when shit like this goes down. I’m still really bad at relying on people and trusting them with my feelings. All I wanted to do was cry and, I didn’t want you to see that.”
Placing a hand on his, you attempt to lock eyes with him, “Yoongi, I’m your girlfriend. I love you and, I’m not just in this for the good times. I’m in this for the bad times too. I get that it’s your instinct to close yourself off and handle things yourself but, if you want support I’m always here for you.”
Yoongi pulls you in for a hug then, tucking his face into your neck. He takes a deep breath but, he says nothing.
He just holds you.
The silence is natural and holds no expectation.
You’d hug him all night if he needed you to.
Finally, Yoongi does speak and although he could pour his heart out to you right now, he decides to stick with the words that mean the most.
“I love you too.”
The two of you end up falling asleep together shortly after that.
Yoongi’s head is on your chest and the sensation of running your fingers through his hair is enough to lull you into a comfortable slumber.
Despite the stress of the day, you both sleep through the night.
Sleeping next to Yoongi brings you an immense amount of comfort.
It just feels right.
You wish you could sleep next to him every night.
The next morning when you awake, you realize very quickly that you’re alone.
Yoongi doesn’t appear to be anywhere in sight and in your slightly worried state, you decide to stumble out of bed to look for him.
“I can pick up for you if you want, you look like shit.”
“Thanks, that’s exactly what I wanna hear right now.”
“You know what I mean. Hyung, she’s not gonna care, I don’t know why you’re freaking out about this.”
“You don’t know that.”
“No I don’t but, it’s Y/N. She’s doesn’t come across as the judgmental type. I do think it’s kinda weird you haven’t told her yet though, that might be the only thing she’ll have an issue with...”
“That’s why I’m worried. I feel like after everything we’ve been through, I should have been able to tell her this by now...”
“Why haven’t you?”
“I don’t like talking about it.”
“The weed or your parents?”
“Both. I mean, I don’t know- the weed isn't that bad I guess but, I don’t want her to feel like I lied to her you know?”
“You didn’t lie. You guys just started dating. I’m sure there are plenty of things that you don’t know about her.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of- I feel like everything is always about me. I feel like I never ask about her...”
You know it’s wrong to eavesdrop but, you feel frozen in place, compelled by your own curiosity.
You have a million questions running through your head.
“I have to think about Sejin right now. I’ll smoke later on after I’ve had a chance to talk with her or something. I don’t know. She’s probably up right now, I should go check on her.”
“Take care Hyung, let me know if you need anything.”
Yoongi makes good on his plans to check on you and, thankfully you make it back to the bedroom before he realizes that you were listening in on his conversation.
The rest of the morning goes as planned.
After grabbing coffee, Yoongi heads to SoundCrowd to ensure that Sejin doesn’t have an eviction notice on his door.
He doesn’t say much on the drive there; he merely holds your hand tightly on the center console, occasionally brushing his thumb over the back of your knuckles.
It’s a little unnerving and the confrontational part of you wishes to break the silence but, you decide that now isn't really the time to bring up Yoongi’s conversation with Hoseok.
Thankfully, Sejin’s door remains free of an eviction notice and, Yoongi visibly lets out a sigh of relief at the sight.
You’re assuming the text he begins sending is to Sejin but, you don’t allow your gaze to linger long enough to find out.
Upon pulling away from the studio, he lets out a breathy sigh before finally speaking up
“What are you doing this weekend?”
You cock your head, “This weekend as in tomorrow? Or this weekend as in next weekend?”
Yoongi’s lips twitch at your question, “This weekend as in tomorrow.”
“I was just planning on getting everything ready for graduation. I have a tenant coming to look at my apartment in three weeks so I figured I should probably attempt to scrub the spaghetti stain off the back of the fridge...”
He chuckles warmly and shakes his head, “Aside from explaining how you managed to get spaghetti on the back of the fridge, I was wondering if you wanted to uh- go somewhere with me.”
“Somewhere as in?”
“Daegu.”
Your heart skips a beat then, wondering exactly what brought on his sudden invitation.
With parted lips, you attempt to answer him immediately but, your words fail you.
Yoongi’s teeth find a spot on his lower lip whilst he pulls out of his parking spot.
He can sense your confusion and he knows he can’t get away with asking you back to his hometown without an explanation.
“I need to go see my brother. He-” Yoongi sighs, glancing toward you, “He might be able to help Sejin if I let him know what’s going on.”
This only adds to your list of questions but, thankfully your brain hones in on the key part of this conversation:
“You want me to meet your brother?”
Yoongi hears the sincerity in your tone and it pulls his attention towards you.
“I do. If you’re comfortable with it, of course.”
Squeezing his hand a little tighter, you nod, a small smile forming on your lips, “I’m more than comfortable with it. I would love to meet your brother. When were you planning on leaving?”
Yoongi’s heart sings with your acceptance but, the only evidence of this is a small smile that emerges on his lips.
“I was gonna leave tomorrow. My brother has uh- he has miles on this airline I can use and, theres more than enough for you too. I know it’s last minute but-”
“I love last minute.” You cut him off, clasping your hands together, “I just need to go back to my apartment to pack and feed Marizpan. I’ll text Jimin and let him know that I’ll be gone this weekend. Does your brother like anything from our area? Should we bring him something?”
Yoongi’s raspy laughter fills the confines of the car as he shakes his head, “I should have known that you’d be down for this kind of thing. If I was in your position, I’d be having a heart attack right now.”
You smile at the sound of his laugh, “Oh I’m sure the panic will set in shortly. But honestly, I’m more focused on the fact that you want me to meet your brother. It means a lot to me that you want me there.”
He squeezes your hand again and, you take a moment to admire the way he looks while he’s driving. Messy black hair, eyes slightly puffy from all the emotion, lips in desperate need of chapstick (and a kiss) and, his long spindly fingers carefully handling the wheel.
He’s truly out of this world.
“It means a lot that you want to be there.” He retorts but, there is something amiss within his gaze and you can’t help but remember the conversation you overheard earlier.
There is a beat or two of silence before the two of you break it at the exact same time.
“There’s something I-”
“Hey I-”
“Wait you go first.”
“No, I’m sorry. You go...” You insist, your heartrate picking up uncomfortably in your chest.
Yoongi sighs, dark eyes flitting over to you once or twice before he seems to hyperfocus on the road in front of him.
“There’s something, well- there are a few things I need to tell you before we go.”
Upon glancing away from him and back towards the streets in front of you, you notice that he’s heading towards your apartment.
Part of you is glad that the two of you don’t have to separate for the duration of the weekend but, another (larger) part is very nervous about the information Yoongi has yet to share.
Yoongi takes your silence as an invitation to continue but, he doesn’t exactly know where to start.
“There’s kind of a lot that you don’t know about me. It’s nothing I’ve hid intentionally but, I was waiting until it made sense to tell you I guess...” He rakes a free hand through his hair before a rather noticeable tightness arrests his features, “My brother is the only member of my family I still talk to but, it’s not just because they don’t approve of my music.”
You keep your hand firmly entangled with his and with the slight shift in his tone, you reassuringly thumb over his knuckles.
“Uh it’s kind of a lot to explain but- um...” His mouth hangs open as he hesitates between words. Despite the fact that you’re 2 minutes from your apartment, Yoongi looks eagerly at an alleyway, “I’m sorry, do you care if I pull over? I don’t think I can talk about this while I’m driving and, I just really need to get this out because, I’m kind of scared that you’re going to be mad at me and I-”
“Hey- hey...Yoongi it’s ok.You can pull over baby, there’s an alley right here.” You turn in your seat so you can get a proper look at him as he quickly zooms between the ramen shop and the liquor store.
You’ve never seen him look so nervous before and, it’s starting to freak you out a little bit.
He attempts to draw in a shaky breath through his nose as he hastily puts his car in park. For a moment, he seems to gather his thoughts, lips pursing in contemplation whilst he wipes a hand over his face.
At last, he turns slightly to unbuckle his seatbelt before he finally allows his eyes to flit to your face.
You shift again so you’re mostly turned towards him and squeeze his hand once more to encourage him to continue.
“My parents didn’t just kick me out because they found out I was doing music. They kicked me out because I refused to join the family business-” He gathers the courage to look you dead in the eye because, despite his fear, he knows you deserve that level of respect, “and the family business is the within the largest criminal empire Daegu has ever seen.”
Your heart seems to stall in your chest then, your throat drying up with shock as you attempt to take in what he’s saying.
He brings your hand closer to him, wishing desperately that he could guarantee your presence after his explanation.
But he knows he can’t.
“My parents run a counterfeit operation that basically operates as a gang. They don’t call themselves that but that’s what it is. They produce fake currency, participate in insider trading, they steal, they lie, they’ve-” He swallows, subconciously bringing your hand closer to him once again, “-killed. When I turned 15, my father told me that I’d have to start training to take over but, after everything I had seen. I knew I didn’t want to.”
“When I told you my parents kicked me out, I wasn’t lying but, I didn’t exactly tell you the whole story. I told you that when they found my lyrics, they freaked out on me, which they did but, it was only after they had spent 6 months trying to bribe me into training.” He licks his lips, his eyes still trained on you as they try and decipher the thoughts running through your head. The truth is, your mind is completely blank at the moment.
“They bought me everything I wanted: cars, clothes, jewelry, they had another wing added to our house for me; they tried everything. I was considering it for a while, my parents didn’t start their operations until I was 9 or 10. I spent the first decade of my life in poverty until things began to turn around. At the time, I didn’t know why but, I figured it out when I was starting high school. My parents had gone insane with power. They got my entire family involved, even my brother. I didn’t blame them at the time; we were so poor our whole life and then suddenly we were rich. I didn’t want it to end but, then I realized- what the cost of our wealth really was.” Yoongi’s a bit breathless as the words just seem to tumble off of his tongue but, he’s unsure how coherent he really sounds.
Nevertheless, he continues.
He wants to get it over with already.
“One night, when I was sneaking back in through the front gates, I heard something that would solidify my choice.” Yoongi swallows, his hand tightening almost painfully within yours, “My parents must have been on the phone with one of their allies or something but all I heard was a direct order coming from my father ‘kill them all’ he said, ‘every single one of them.’ The next day when I woke up, my brother was shoving his phone in my face. It was a news article about a homicide in another district. I wanted to throw up. I knew it was them. He knew too. We shared this pain between us but, unlike my brother. I couldn’t keep quiet anymore. I had to say something.” His voice is growing unsteady with every passing word and although you have a million questions, all you want him to know is that you’re still here.
“When I confronted my father, he went crazy on me. He had been up for a few days, probably strung out on something and, he beat the shit out of me. That’s when he destroyed my lyrics. He left everything else untouched but my laptop and my pages. He wanted to hurt me in any way he could because, he knew that I wasn’t going to follow in his footsteps. He told me I should be ashamed of myself for accusing them of being involved with the murder but, Y/N-” He’s voice his hoarse now, his sad eyes lined red with emotion as he shoots a desperate look towards you, “It had to be them. It’s the only thing that made sense. After he was finished with me, he told me I had a choice. He said ‘Yoongi, you can either stay here and start contributing to this family or you can disappear with nothing but the clothes on your back.’ So I made my choice. I lived on the streets for awhile until my brother found me one night, he told me about Sejin and tried to set me up with some money but, I wouldn’t take anything from him. Every bit of money my family has, has blood on it. I accepted his offer to live at Sejin’s place and, every thing else I already told you that night at my studio but, I didn’t know how to tell you all of this...I tried to put it all behind me for so long but, now that Sejin is in trouble- I have to go back. My brother left the business too but, he took money with him. He’s loaded and, I know if he knew about Sejin, he’d want to help out. I don’t know- fuck please just tell me what you’re thinking. I know you’re probably mad at me and that’s completely ok- I just didn’t know how to tell you...”
You are honestly shocked by Yoongi’s confession but, you can’t say that you’re mad at him.
You understand that this extremely complicated.
You don’t think you’d necessarily want to share it either.
Looking at your boyfriend now, your heart breaks.
His expression is akin to a man completely torn apart. He looks lost, broken, frightened: everything you don’t want him to be.
You do what comes naturally because, words are not appropriate right now.
Dropping his hand intially alarms him but, when you lean across the center console to pull him against your chest, he can’t help but break down.
He cries.
No, he doesn’t cry- he sobs.
His hands come up to cling to you, the tension in his grip signifying that he’s desperately afraid of letting you go.
With each rigged intake of breath, Yoongi seems to cry harder into your neck, staining the color of your shirt with his tears.
“My life was so miserable Y/N. I didn’t know how to tell you how bad it was- my whole life. I’m sorry I was such a coward. I’m so sorry I- I didn’t know how to say it. I just wanted you to think I was normal.” He cries and with every word, you hold him tighter.
With every word, your heart breaks.
“You are not a coward Min Yoongi. You are the strongest person I know.” You whisper into his ear, teary eyed yourself as you do your best to hold it together.
“I’m so sorry jagiya...” Yoongi cries, his voice nearly dropping to a whisper, the nape of his neck slick with sweat due to the anxiety he feels.
He is still so terrified of losing you.
“You have nothing to be sorry for- look at me...” You command softly, guiding his face out of your neck and cupping it between your palms, “None of this is your fault. I understand why you wouldn’t want to tell me. This is a lot to take in but, baby this isn’t your burden to bear. You aren’t responsible for the choices your parents have made...”
“I don’t come from a good life Y/N. I come from such a horrible family. My family never showed me love, they never showed eachother love. They are bad people and, you deserve more than a man who comes from that. You deserve someone who has a normal family. You deserve more than me...”
“Yoongi, listen to me right now. You are the most incredible man I have ever met. You are smart and brave and selfless and clever and kind and so so special and, I’m not going to sit here and listen to you punish yourself for your parent’s mistakes. They had a beautiful son that they neglected. They created this warped version of yourself that apparently doesn’t deserve love and happiness but that’s bullshit ok?” You’re crying too now because, you want to drive this point home, you want him to know the truth, and believe it.
Everything starts to make sense now.
Yoongi resists affection because he doesn’t think he deserves it.
He’s denied himself happiness so long because, he doesn’t think he’s worth the trouble.
You need him to know that he is.
He’s worth so much more than he realizes.
“It’s such bullshit...” You repeat, kissing between his eyes which still flow steadily with tears, his breathing is still so uneven but, he’s hanging on every word you say, “You deserve everything you want. You deserve to be loved. I’m so sorry you had to live like that. I’m so sorry that they never told you how incredible you are but, that doesn’t make it any less true.”
His face crumbles under the weight of your words, his hands coming up to brush against the outside of yours, “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you. It wasn’t intentional, you just made me forget how things used to be. I just wanted to pretend like it never happened.”
You understand that.
There are things in your life that you wish you could forget.
Yoongi eases so much of your troubles that you could empathize with his decision to brush all of this under the rug.
You’ve both been basking in the warm glow of your first love that it was easy to forget what life was like before one another.
But it doesn’t mean it never happened.
“The last I heard, my parents had slowed down a bit. They told my brother that they were starting to liquify their assets. I guess he’s getting quite a bit of money from that. It seemed less important when he told me that. I felt like maybe I could just move on but, I realized when I started dating you how much of it really stuck with me. Plus, I felt like I was lying to you. I never want to make you feel like I’m hiding things from you. The only other people that know about this are Namjoon and Hoseok and, Hoseok found out cause he overheard Namjoon and I talking about it.”
You lean forward once again to place a kiss between his eyes before pulling him back into your arms.
“I hear you. You’re not wrong for waiting to tell me. I’m just sorry you had to deal with all of this internal struggle. I think we forget that we’ve only been dating a few months because of how quickly we fell for eachother. There are things you don’t know about me too you know? Nothing as intense as being the offspring of two criminal masterminds buuuuut you know, still...”
Your attempt to slowly lighten the mood works as a small chuckle is felt within the crook of your neck along with the pinching of your hips.
“I want to know everything about you.” He murmurs, wrapping his arms around your waist.
Kissing the side of his head, you smile, “It’s a good thing we have so much time then.”
This finally prompts a smile to appear on his face and, although you can’t see it, you can feel it.
“I love you so much.” Yoongi whispers, placing a kiss on the side of your neck
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The two of you head back to Yoongi’s house shortly after you pack your things.
Yoongi doesn’t leave your side the entire time, other than to use your bathroom to wash his face and even then, he leaves the door open the whole time.
After your bags are ready to go, the two of you decide that staying at Yoongi’s place is best since he leaves a little closer to the airport.
Yoongi booked your flight whilst you were packing and managed to find a flight leaving at 1:20pm the next day.
He didn’t even look at earlier flights because, there is no way he’s getting up before 9am tomorrow, especially not after everything that’s happened today.
It’s not long before Yoongi is unlocking his front door and as he does, something new graces your senses.
It’s an unmistakeable smell and, immediately Yoongi’s eyes widen as he takes his first breath.
“Yah Hoseok?? Why does it smell like shit in my house?” Yoongi calls and leads you toward the living room.
“I told you I was picking up, and that smell is the sign I got the good shit! Come hit this hyung, its fucking gooood.” Hoseok calls back and immediately you start giggling
“Yeah Yoongi, go hit that.” You tease, his earlier conversation with Hoseok making a lot more sense now, “I didn’t know you smoked weed...”
“Did you tell your girlfriend yet or what?” Hoseok calls again and Yoongi’s cheeks are practically on fire at this point as he braves a glance towards you.
“No but you just did pabo...” Yoongi grumbles as he finally leads the two of you into the living room.
Hoseok and Namjoon are spread out on the couch, there eyes completely bloodshot, heavy with the evidence that they had been smoking for awhile. Namjoon chuckles lowly and shakes his head, “Yah, you’re so fucking loud. How do you have the energy to yell after how much we just smoked?” Namjoon smiles pleasantly at you, raising a hand politely, “Hi, Y/N. How are you?”
You smirk, putting your arm around Yoongi’s shoulders, “Hi guys. I’m good, I’d ask how the two of you were doing but, I think I have my answer.”
Yoongi groans before turning towards you quickly, tugging you so your body is pressed against his, “I was gonna tell you too but-”
“Before he starts groveling at your feet,” Namjoon interrupts, “He stopped smoking when he realized he liked you. He hasn’t done anything since because, he was worried that you wouldn’t like it. He was planning on telling you when he asked you to be his girlfriend, which was literally like a week ago so, I’m sure he was gonna tell you soon. But to answer your question, yes your boyfriend smokes weed. A lot of weed.”
Yoongi anxiously scans your face for any sign of disapproval but, all he gets is a tilted chin a kiss on his lips.
“Wow, you’re cute.”
He furrows his brows, “You’re not mad?”
You giggle as you shake your head, gesturing to the couch, “Yoongi, you’ve met my friends. Taehyung and Jungkook might as well change their names to Jay and Silent Bob...”
“Yooo that’s what I always say about Yoongi and I!” Hoseok cackles, as he points at you, the sound of his voice causing Namjoon to wince.
“Hoseok-ah, lower your voice, you’re ruining my high.” He chuckles before nodding to the table, “See? There you go Hyung, now come over here and smoke this shit with us, you look like you need it.”
Yoongi looks relieved but, he’s still apprehensive, “You promise you’re cool with it? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable...”
Another giggle leaves you lips as you start tugging him towards the couch, setting your bag on the kitchen counter, “It’s really sweet that you’ve considered my feelings in all of this but, smoking weed isn’t a big deal to me. My family smokes all the time. It’s just not for me because, I have baby lungs but, I have no issue with you smoking it.”
“Yahhh that’s good shit right there, see hyung? I told you she’d be chill with it. Now come sit down, I’ll pack a bowl for you.” Hoseok smiles, finally heeding Namjoon’s request and lowering his voice.
A small smile is on your boyfriend’s lips then as he looks towards you once again, “Love you...” He mumbles before pressing a kiss to your cheek.
You nestle into the corner of their couch whilst Hoseok thoughtfully packs the clusters of weed into a solid black, glass pipe.
“Is that my piece?” Yoongi asks with an arched brow and Hoseok merely shrugs
“You havent been using it and this shit was expensive so Joon and I snagged it from you. You can have it back if you’re gonna start smoking again but other than that, I’m keeping it.”
“You can’t keep it, that was his birthday present.” Namjoon grumbles, playfully hitting Hoseok’s thigh.
Yoongi licks his lips as takes a spot next you, mindlessly rubbing his hand over your bended knee, “I want it either way. Don’t take my shit.” He smirks before jerking his head to the pipe, “Let me see it, you’re not packing it right.”
“Right? That’s what I’m saying, he packs it too thin!” Namjoon exclaims, his hand resting on his stomach
“Fuck off, if I pack it so thin, why are you stoned out of your mind right now?”
Namjoon chuckles again, tilting his head in agreement, “Because I haven’t smoked in awhile either, med school fucked my tolerance up.”
Namjoon and Hoseok’s dialogue seems to fade in the background as your attentions hones in on Yoongi.
His black hair is falling in his face while he tries to save the “poor” job Hoseok was doing. He has his tongue poking between his lips whilst he concentrates, his fingers delicately working the weed where he feels it belongs.
He keeps twitching his nose and jerking his head to the side, trying to get his hair out of his face until finally you reach out and tuck the strand behind his ear.
Yoongi instantly grins as you do and turns to the side and playfully snaps his teeth at your fingers.
“Heyyy, I’m trying to help you...” You giggle, “I don’t want you to smoke your hair.”
“I got this.” He assures you before timid eyes land on you once more, “Are you sure you’re good with this?”
“I promise.” You assure him for the millionth time before reaching towards the coffee table to hand him a lighter, “Here.”
Yoongi smirks shyly as he mumbles a thank you before raising the pipe to his lips.
He raises the lighter to the nest of green positioned to his liking before using his thumb to set it on fire. As he inhales deeply, his eyes flutter shut while his chest puffs out with the force of his breath.
Within 10 seconds or so, he’s pulling away, pausing for a second before exhaling a thick cloud of smoke.
“Fuck me...” He chuckle deeply, smoke still rushing out of his lips, “That is good shit. Who did you pick up from?”
“Right?” Hoseok laughs, flopping back against the couch, “It’s one of Jin’s friends, he started growing recently so, I wanted to help him get started. I need to tell him to keep doing what he’s doing.”
Yoongi just nods before using the butt of the lighter to press the bud down. Within a few seconds, he’s lighting up again, the hair you tucked behind his ear quickly falling in his face again.
You really can’t help yourself.
You feel like a such a cliché right now but, there is something so hot about watching Yoongi smoke.
He looks like every bad boy in every single shitty romance novel and, god you can’t help but press your thighs together at the sight.
Yoongi tilts his head back, exposing the long column of his throat as he exhales another hit, a smirk hanging on the end of lips.
His adams apple bobs as he swallows back a cough before slumping against the cushions.
“Here-” He hands the pipe back to Hoseok, “I think I’m good right now, it’s already kicking in.”
You’re practically drooling at the sight of your boyfriend right now but, you don’t want to be too obvious.
Between Namjoon’s observation skills and Hoseok’s bluntness, you’re doomed to be called out if you don’t reign it in.
“I told you hyung, this guy is the new plug. Y/N...” Hoseok holds the pipe up, “Are you sure you don’t want any?”
“No I-” Your voice comes out awfully squeaky and it immediately causes Yoongi to turn his head towards you. Clearing your throat, you continue, “No, I’m good thank you. Can I have some water though? My throat is really dry.”
Yoongi shoots up immediately, “Shit jagi, I’m sorry. I didn’t offer you anything. I’ll get it right now. You sure you want water? I can make you a drink or we have gatorade and some sprite too.”
His eyes are definitely heavier with the slightest tint of red but, they still hold the same bit of attentiveness they always do.
“Water is good babe, thank you.”
Hoseok grins, “Whiiiippppeeeddddd.” He slurs and Namjoon chuckles but, otherwise keeps quiet.
Yoongi merely smirks before heading over to the kitchen to get you a bottle of water.
“You’re being too informal.” He admonishes, still smirking as his face is illuminated by the light from the fridge, “Just one jagi?”
He holds up a bottle of water, his eyes holding a bit more sweetness as he directs his attention towards you.
“One is perfect.” You giggle at their banter, tucking yourself further into the couch, already wishing for Yoongi to be back beside you.
“One is perfect babyyyy...” Hoseok cackles again, the effects of the weed likely increasing his usual nature.
“Shut up.” You laugh again, smacking his shoulder lightly.
“Yah hyung! Your girlfriend is over here smacking me around!” Hoseok yells again despite the fact that Yoongi is literally in the same room.
“Hoseok-ahhhhhh...” Namjoon whines, putting a pillow over his face, “Stop yelling bro, it’s too fucking loud.”
Hoseok is still giggling, despite his hyung’s warnings as Yoongi finally returns from the kitchen.
“Seriously...” He mumbles in agreement as he hands you the water but, as you reach out to take it, he slumps beside you and takes your wrist in his hand,lowering his tone, “Yah, I’m the only one you should be smacking around yeah?”
His eyes are hooded, his lips still upturned in a smirk as he unscrews the cap for you, holding it out to your lips, “Here’s your water jagiya...”
For once, you’re a little speechless but, you take his offer anyway, securing your lips around the water bottle.
His eyes linger as you take a few sips from it before he screws the cap back on for you, setting back on the coffee table.
“You’re bad.” You giggle, impressed by Yoongi’s boldness
He just grins, cat-like as ever, and lays his head in your lap, subtly nuzzling against your thigh.
“This shit is going to put your boyfriend to sleep, Y/N so be prepared to carry his ass off to bed in a bit.” Namjoon comments, smirking almost fondly at his hyung.
“I’m prepared.” You snicker and, just like Yoongi, you lower your voice to a volume just for him, “I thought putting you to sleep was my job?”
With your teasing question, you run your fingers through his hair and much to your delight, a shiver runs down his spine.
He nuzzles further into your thigh, his hand gripping the outside of it whilst he replies, “It still is.”
It’s all he can muster up for now but, you don’t miss the glint in his eyes before they flutter shut.
The TV has been on since you’ve arrived but Hoseok finally changes the channel and, you continue you running your digits through your boyfriends silky locks.
This goes on for quite some time until your touch begins to have an unexpected effect on your boyfriend’s resolve.
Having you play with his hair when he’s sober is amazing/comforting but, it’s intensified due to his intoxication and the sensations are turning him on.
It’s not long until you both end up in his bedroom and as soon as he shuts the door, he’s pressing you up against it.
With a dark chuckle, he’s kissing at your mouth, taking a deep breath as he allows his hands to explore your body.
“God you really know how to get my dick hard don’t you?”
You laugh into his lips, kissing him back eagerly as your hands push his jacket off of his shoulders, “Is your dick hard right now?”
It’s a bullshit question.
You already know he’s hard.
You could tell by the way he walked you awkwardly into his room.
“I don’t know-” He teases, pressing his hips against yours, allowing you to feel the tightness in his jeans, “What do you think?”
Your mouth waters at the feeling of him, your hand quickly travelling down to rub over his dick.
“Fuck-” Yoongi hisses, his head falling forward onto your shoulder.
“You feel hard to me.” You whisper in his ear, nibbling on the shell of it, enjoying the way he trembles for you.
“I’m so sensitive right now- jesus christ.” He mutters, mostly to himself before kissing up your neck.
With his hips pressed to your hand, he brings his heavy gaze to yours, a smirk crawling it’s way onto his lips, “Is this ready for me right now?” He practically coos, sliding his hand from your hip to the ache between your legs, cupping your pussy.
After the past few days he’s had, you don’t have the urge to tease him.
All you want to do is fuck his brains out.
“Mhm...” You hum, kissing at his lips as you slowly begin to back him up towards the bed. “Right now.”
“Yeah?” He chuckles again, his eyes heavier due to the lust and the weed coursing through his body, “Will you come ride this dick for me then?”
Whilst the two of you are talking, you’re tugging at one another’s clothes and, the next thing you know it; you’re both laying naked on Yoongi’s bed.
He’s big hands slide up the outside of your thighs, squeezing roughly once they get to your ask before he continues his verbal assault on your sanity.
“I’m so fucking hard right now. I’m gonna give you so much baby. I’m gonna fill it up until it drips all over my sheets...”
This shit is hitting different.
Yoongi’s never spoken like this before and you’d be lying if you said it set you on fire.
When his head hits the pillow, the onyx tendrils on his head splay messily across the pillowcase.
Licking your lips, you slide your hands up your body, caressing your breasts, brushing your sex along Yoongi’s twitching dick.
“Oh my god, look at you. You’re so fucking pretty c’mere...” He groans, ushering you back down to his lips, kissing you tenderly, “You gon’ ride this dick for me baby? Let me into this pretty pussy of yours?”
“Uh-huh...” You grunt, sucking on his bottom lip, bracing your hands on either side of his head, “I wanna make you cum so hard...”
“Oh jagiyaaa...” He laughs and its that rickety, almost evil kind of laughter that you find so attractive, “That’s the only way you’ve ever made me cum. Your baby is sensitive when he’s high though, so you gotta be careful or I’m gonna cum before you’ve even started...”
Jesus christ.
“You want it gentle then?”
“Nah. I want you to ride it how you want to. It’s your dick isn’t it? You take care of it how you see fit. I just wanna watch and cum inside you.”
His words snap something inside of you and, before you know it, you’re sinking down on his throbbing dick.
Yoongi grins as soon as he feels you, his hands immediately taking purchase on your hips.
“Oh shit, that’s it...” Yoongi’s whimpering but its low and slow and, it fills you with more motivation.
You lean down, brushing your mouth against his, nibbling on the plump flesh of his bottom lip.
“Good?” You whisper as your hands dig into the pillow beside his head.
His dick is made for you, you’re certain of it.
It curves perfectly against the spot inside of you that immediately seems to make you sick with pleasure.
Yoongi's lopsided smirk has yet to fade but he eagerly presses his lips to yours, his hands coming up to secure your face.
He just nods before sliding his tongue into your mouth, brushing slowly against the side of your own, his hips pumping up along with the rhythm you’ve set.
Throughout your lust-driven haze, you feel him pull away, his hand still cupping your cheek.
“This pussy is good. I swear to god, it’s gonna make me lose my shit. Fu-fuck me...” He stutters when you bottom out on him again, your walls fluttering around him sinfully,
He shoots a pleading look your way but, he’s rendered speechless as you increase your pace on him.
“I love when you’re inside of me.” You say because its’ the truth and you never get tired of telling him, “I love when you cum inside of me. You’re the only one who makes me feel this way.”
Yoongi’s mouth parts in awe, his moan getting caught at the back of his throat as his gaze flits eagerly between your thighs.
“Mine...” Yoongi croons in Korean, unable to conjure up a coherent thought.
You know this word though and, you’re prepared with a reponse.
“Yours.” You kiss him again, locking eyes with him once more, “Forever.”
That’s enough to break him.
He’s cumming hard inside of you now, rope after rope of his release painting every inch he can reach, his body tightening with the force of his orgasm.
In spite of his current state, he still manages to rub your clit whilst you chase your own high, confessing his love for you over and over again until the two of you are completely spent.
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Later on that evening, the two of you decide to sit in the backyard around the fire pit and snuggle up under one of Yoongi’s many throw blankets, relishing in one another.
Pressing a kiss to the backs of your knuckles, Yoongi murmurs some of the things he’s always too afraid to say.
“I hope you know how much you mean to me. I know that things aren’t always easy with me and, I hope that after today, you can understand why. But, I still hope you know...how much I love you.”
His words send butterflies into your stomach as you snuggle closer to him, “I’ve never felt more loved than when I’m with you, Yoongi, even if you don’t say anything. I know.” You kiss his check before tilting his face towards yours, “And I hope, even when you’re having a tough day or a tough week, you know that I have your back. I hope you never have to feel alone or unloved ever again. Because I’ll always be here for you and, I’ll always love you.”
He smiles, gums and all before surging forward to kiss you, his hands delicately brushing against your cheeks.
“Angel.”
It’s all he whispers before kissing you again, pouring his love into each of his movements.
You want to argue with him; you want to tell him that he’s the angel but, instead you smile into his lips as you always do, and just kiss him.
Yoongi decides in that moment that he doesn’t have to do life alone anymore.
Notes: Hello & welcome to sabotage, my second ever series here on my blog. This story feels extra special to me, since it is widely based on my life, and my experience with this boy, and I thought Yoongi would be perfect to play the part. I hope you enjoy & please don’t forget to give me feedback if you’d like to!
♥ masterlist ♥
The music was thumping as the world around you was spinning. Happiness. Happiness is what surrounded you. The distant chatters and laughter emerging from all around you. Summer had just begun and you were celebrating the end of another school year with all of your closest friends. From your current vision, it was safe to say you were past the state of being just tipsy, now being drunk. Playing irresponsible for tonight was allowed, there was a reason to celebrate. You got through another year filled with school work and stress, even if your grades did start to slip. Irresponsibility seemed to be your new lifestyle, since you weren’t even phased one bit about you barely passing your classes. Long gone was the goody-two-shoes, who always complained about school work, but ended up studying the hardest anyways. This year you turned into a person, who said “fuck school work” and meant it quite literally, by not just throwing the books into the corner whenever you felt like it, but by not even bothering to open the books in the first place.
“Y/N we’re going to watch Hyun-wu jump into the water from the divingtower, are you coming?” Your best friend’s voice came from your side. “Is he crazy? The water is freezing, the ice has barely melted!” You questioned. “You know he is a show off already, look he has gathered quite a crowd around him”, Ji soo responded gesturing towards the shore. She was right, Hyun-wu was standing in the middle of a crowd of people, currently stripping off his shirt. “I think I’m good”, you ended up passing the chance of seeing him possibly embarrass himself legendarily, by belly flopping into the water, but you couldn’t care less. Everyone out of this town was basically worshipping him, he was the picturesque type of guy, straight out of a 90s romcom or something, and he knew it. That’s exactly what turned you off, he was arrogant and took every girl for granted. It was almost like it was obvious to him that he could make any girl swoon. Ji soo nudged your shoulder friendly, before telling you to take care of yourself and disappearing into the crowd. You were at a huge park surrounding the beach, the sun was hanging low, ready to dip behind the skyline and painting everything a beautiful shade of orange. It was a tradition for all of the students of the city to gather into this specific park every year and get wasted. It was the place to meet all of your mutuals, who had went to different schools after graduating from high school. You were sitting in one of the park’s wooden tables all by yourself, before you saw a bunch of random dudes scooting in to sit around you in the table. You decided to finish your drink as soon as possible, before getting up, but were caught off guard when suddenly someone spoke up.
“Excuse me, do you happen to have a lighter?” You looked beside you to see a pair of dark eyes looking directly your way. You quickly dug through your pockets, and tossed over the spare lighter you always kept in your pocket, incase you’d ever need it. You didn’t really ever use it yourself, since you didn’t smoke, but having one at parties was practical since there would always be people looking for one. “Thanks”, he responded dully. You took your time to take in the sight of the people who had just joined you at the table. It was four surprisingly attractive looking guys, who were in the middle of rolling a joint. The sight wasn’t anything unusual, since most of your friends smoked weed every now and then. The one who had asked you for the lighter really stood out of his friends, who all wore mostly black, since he was wearing a bright red oversized bomber jacket and had a red bandana wrapped around his light blonde hair. You were studying the stunning details of him, noticing how focused he was on rolling the blunt with his ring clad fingers. He was extremely handsome, and you were wondering how come you have never seen him before. He and his friends got up, after rolling a couple of joints, before his eyes suddenly landed on yours. You quickly fixed your gaze towards the drink on your hands. “You want a hit?” He asked you with his low voice. “Offering me your cheap weed? Real classy. But no, I don’t need a hit”, the words slurred out of your mouth as your brain failed to keep up. Your eyes widened when you realized how bluntly you had just spoken, for no reason at all. He just chuckled, seemingly unphased, before responding: “Okay” and turning away from you. You watched his back furthering from you, before yelling back: “Okay then, I’m coming” and running after him.
You walked into the forest surrounding the park, and were making your way deeper into the woods, before suspicion started to rise. “Why are we going in here to smoke? Are you too scared to smoke in the park?” You asked. His friends exchanged amused looks and he scoffed. “Can’t risk getting caught”. You were bewildered that a man as tough looking as him, would be so scared of getting caught smoking weed. Sure, it was illegal and over all dumb to smoke, but the cops never really did anything if they saw somebody smoking, so it was completely fine to do it in the park. “Why? That’s ridiculous”, you questioned. He ignored your question and stopped on his tracks to light the blunt. Soon all of the guys were inhaling their blunts in a circle, the puffs of smoke hitting your face. “Why did you follow us in here if you think it’s ridiculous?” He asked turning to face you. You scoffed trying to snap back, but didn’t actually know what to respond, since you didn’t exactly know why you’re here either. It definitely wasn’t for the weed, you couldn’t care less about getting stoned, but if it meant you could do it with four handsome strangers, you would do it. The new you would do it. It was part of your irresponsible summer, take chances and explore the unknown. Previously you would have never even borrowed that lighter in the first place. Who knows what would come out of this, other than you becoming high. “Because, I want my lighter back”, you eventually gave him his answer. A lie. “I could’ve just dropped it back to you, but sure”, he said and put the blunt in front of your face, offering you a hit. You looked at it for awhile, considering if you should do this at all, but let him place it between your lips and inhaled. It came out quickly as you started coughing, causing the boys around you to snicker. You couldn’t really feel any difference on your state, since you were already drunk enough to numb your senses, so you took the roll off his fingers and took a proper hit yourself. He slightly raised his eyebrows in surprise, but bit back the smile forming in the corners of his lips. You passed the blunt back to him. “How could I trust a stranger, I don’t even know your name”, you finally responded, feeling a bit light headed. “Min Yoongi”, he responded before smoking the rest of the blunt in one go.
Your way back from the woods was a blur, all you could remember was stumbling on the branches and bumps on the ground. You had judged your strength poorly, since you were no longer just drunk, you were hammered. Yoongi helped you stay up, and you were sure he was annoyed to have to look after a random girl. Eventually you found back to your friends and ran back to them quickly, to explain what just happened, missing the look on Yoongi’s face when you just left him without saying a goodbye.
Summer had not been as exciting as you had expected it to be, once reality started settling in. Most of your friends started working their summer jobs and since you didn’t get one, your days were filled with nothing but free time. Few weeks back you could have killed for a few hours of no worries and nothing to do, but now it became boring. You had decided to go roam around the heart of the city, to waste some time before your friends will get off work. Your yellow floral dress was flowing as the soft summer breeze was blowing around the streets. You raised a hand to cover your eyes from the sun, what should you do today?
Your hand was smeared by the icecream that was melting in a furious pace from the cone you had just bought from a small cafe. You didn’t bother to clean it up quite yet, since there was no use for the hand anyways. You had already visited every possible clothing store and walked every single street and path you could take. The hot summer air was starting to tire you, and your effort of cooling down with the icecream certainly wasn’t working. You were currently sitting in a park, under the shade of a big tree. You watched the people pass by in their shiny cars, everyone looking so happy as the soft summery tunes playing on the radio slipped past the rolled down windows. Oh how you wished you could do that all summer with your crew. These were the cons of adulthood, consequences. You had always thought there would only be freedom once you turn 18, but it only gave you more responsibility. Responsibility you weren’t ready for. You wiped the sweat running down your forehead with your spare hand. It was getting a bit too much, you needed a cold shower right now or you’ll pass out. You made your way back to the train station to hop on the first one going home.
Once you took a seat at the (luckily) air conditioned train, you let out a long sigh. Your train ride took approximately 20 minutes, so only 20 minutes more and you’d be under that shower in no time. Your mind started to drift off as you leaned your head against the window. The train stopped and you watched the bunch of people getting in from the sun. Your eyes stopped as you spotted a familiar face in the middle of the crowd. Min Yoongi? You had not seen him after the encounter at the festival, you weren’t even sure if he’d remember you anymore. Oh fuck, he is getting in through the door right next to you, what if he spots you? Do you say hello, or ignore him? Your questions were answered when his eyes brightened up when he saw you sitting by yourself. “We meet again”, he said as he sat right in front of you. You gave him a shy smile. “Sorry if I was getting on your nerves the last time”, you apologized to him. “It was cute”, he slightly chuckled. Cute? The often awfully emotionless Min Yoongi called your drunk behaviour cute. You felt him grab your hand, as he pulled something out of his pocket. Blush was creeping in, but before it was too visible, he placed the lighter you had forgotten about in your hand. “Oh”, was all you managed to let out, before thanking him. “I told you I’d return it. It seemed important to you”, he folded his arms across his lap. It wasn’t, you couldn’t give less fucks about a simple lighter that you never happened to use yourself anyways, but you recalled how it was the only reason you insisted on following him to the forest, so you had to keep pretending like it was. “Yeah, my life depends on this”, you responded sarcastically. He gave you a half forced smile, which made you feel uncertain about where this train ride will lead to. You knew nothing about the man sitting right across from you, so how could you keep up a conversation for the remaining 15 minutes before your stop would come? “Where were you?” You broke the current silence. “Huh?” He mustered. “Before you came in this train, where were you? I assume you don’t live in this area”, you continued. “Oh, I just had some businesses to take care of”, he answered, “How about you?” “Just killing time in the city”, you responded. “All by yourself?” He scanned your surroundings. “Yeah, all my friends are busy working”, you answered brushing a loose hair behind your ear. “Come hang out with me”, he suddenly requested. You felt your eyes widening. “Right now?” “Yeah, let’s get off the next stop and hang out”, he suggested as both of you turned to take a look at the name of the next stop on the screen above you. It was a random stop, that you have never even taken note of, since no one ever really got off or in from it. “What would we even do in there, I’m pretty sure it’s in the middle of nowhere”, you laughed. “We’ll figure something out”, he smiled. You paused for a moment and glanced at the name of the stop again. “Okay”, you finally agreed. “Okay?” He made sure you meant it. “Okay”, you laughed again.
Once you got out, you were greeted with the hot sun again, this time it was luckily a little less burning, since it was starting to go down. Both of you looked around, when the train finally left your sight. It was mostly fields and some trees framing the sight. He started making his way off the platform to walk on the lonely road leading into the distance. You followed right next to him. After walking in silence for awhile, he started the conversation with you. He told you about his day, and you were surprised how he was willing to tell you even the silliest of details, even though you never asked for them. “What was the business you were talking about in the train?” You asked him. “Just some things I had to take care of”, he responded looking back to you with one of his eyes closed since the sun was shining right at him. “What type of things?” You questioned further. “Had to beat up some guy, he didn’t pay back to my friend for the weed he had leached off of him”, he calmly explained. You rolled your eyes, of course he had to be a part of something as stupid as the weed business. “Wow”, you just responded with a sarcastic tone. “What? Not impressed?” He laughed. “Not one bit. Why did you have to interfere, couldn’t he stand up for himself?” You asked. “It wasn’t safe for him to show up there. He’s had some issues with the other guy’s gang before”, he explained. You just went silent, not wanting to give him an answer, since you’d only scold him. You knew he already knew how dumb it was. “Really, I never beat people up for fun. Only if they hurt my close ones”, he continued in attempt to assure you. You just nodded your head. “Well my day was just as interesting as eating ice cream can get”, you decided to tell him. He chuckled, “I like that”.
The two of you ended up finding an old park, with a nest swing that could fit at least four people on it. He lazily hopped to lay on it as you watched from afar. “Are you not gonna join me?” He asked. You just furrowed your brows at him, signaling that you’re not gonna fall for his charms that easily. You walked up to the swing and gave it a push. He was laying there with his hands folded under his head, looking up to the cloud free sky. You pushed the swing more and more, until it was starting to catch up a pace. “Don’t”, he suddenly said as you were about to push more. “Why not”, you asked him. “I’m gonna get nauseous”, he said sitting up. “You get nauseous off of swings?” You laughed teasingly. “Yes, now stop the fucking ride”, he said in a sudden serious manner. It only fueled you to tease him more and push the swing even harder, until he was screaming. You laughed when you finally hopped on the edge of the swing to stop it. “Jesus, and here I thought you weren’t a wild girl”, he scoffed. “Huh? Who said I’m not wild”, you laughed as you got on the swing to sit next to him. “Are you?” He threw back a question. “Yeah”, you said biting your lip in a cocky manner. “Okay prove it”, he challenged. “How?” You asked. “Climb on to that tree over there”, he said pointing out a medium sized tree. “How is that gonna prove anything? I can be wild, but I’m also clumsy”, you scoffed to him. “Okay, loser”, he said raising an eyebrow. It caused you to open your mouth in offence and you got up the swing to run up to the tree. You managed to climb onto the first big branch hanging from the side of it after struggling for awhile. You raised your hands on to your sides and waved them. “There”, you yelled at him. He clapped his hands slowly as you jumped off and came back to him. “Your turn”, you responded. “I don’t have anything to prove”, he said pushing his hair back. “Okay loser”, you copied his earlier statement. “Fuck, okay! What’s my challenge?” He gave in. You looked around trying to find something to challenge him with, but ended up going with the obvious. “Let me swing you”, you said as a sly grin painted your face. He sighed out loud. “I’m literally gonna throw up on you, but okay”.
After giving each other ridiculous challenges in turns, your topic had drifted off to others, since the only challenges you could come up with were as stupid as “eat a leaf off the ground”. He was laying beside you on the swing as you were sitting on the edge, looking into the distance. “I guess you are pretty wild after all”, he suddenly confessed. “See, I told you”, you looked back at him. He just hummed as he gave you that signature half smile of his. You felt your body starting to shiver, it was getting surprisingly cold as the sun had almost already vanished. He noticed it as he was looking at your back. “You cold?” He kindly asked. “I’m fine”, you quickly responded. “Then why are you shivering?” He asked even though he knew the answer. “I said I’m fine”, you repeated. “I wish I had a jacket”, he muttered before continuing, “Let me warm you”. You looked back at him with furrowed eyebrows and a questioning look on your face. “Come on”, he said opening his arms for you to cuddle into. “Absolutely not”, you said turning away from him and rubbing your arms in attend to keep yourself warm. “Okay then, I challenge you to let me warm you”, he suddenly stated. “I thought we stopped the game already”, you laughed slightly. He gave you no answer. Suddenly you felt him rumbling behind you as he sat up and wrapped his big arms around you, and pulled you down with him to lay on the swing. Your eyes were big with surprise and you turned your head to look at him from underneath his arms. He looked down at you, without changing his rock hard facial expression. You let your eyes wander on his beautiful features, before wonders started to fill your mind. “Why are you so emotionless?” You softly asked. “It’s just who I am”, he was quick to respond. “No, you haven’t been that way always. There’s no way you were as emotionless as a child”, you said seeing as his eyes shifted. He was quiet for awhile before answering: “I guess life has made me this way. I would have been dead if I never toughened up”. “What do you mean by that?” You asked. “I used to be the kid everyone stomped on. I was a bit chubby as a kid”, he started explaining and the chubby part made you chuckle a little. “Min Yoongi, a chubby child”, you smiled. “Yeah, I got bullied for that alot. That and the fact that my own father took out his anger on me was making me weak. So one day I just decided to toughen up, I started giving back to the people who made fun of me before. Safe to say it shut them up”, he finished his story. “That’s still not an excuse to get involved to gangs and drug business”, you said. “I use weed to make quick money, that’s it. And I already told you I don’t beat people up anymore, unless they hurt my close ones”, he explained. “But how about your dad, does he still mistreat you like that?” You asked him. “Not anymore, he knows I will punch back. I only touch him if he abuses my mother”, you felt the vibrations of his low voice against your chest. “Well damn, what a hero story. Is this how you get the ladies, opening up to them about your dramatic past and making them feel special by that?” You pushed him sarcastically, but you were serious. “No, you were the only one I’ve ever told that to”, he said. “The only one? How about your friends?” You asked. “Only Taehyung knows, because he saw me fighting with my dad. I trust that you won’t tell anybody, though”, he confined in you. “I won’t” you said. He was squeezing you a bit closer to him, but before he could move any further you dug out your phone to look at the time. “Shit, when does the last train leave?” You asked noticing it was far more late you had expected it to be.
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Yoongi had been extremely cheesy this morning which was a bit weird. He liked to cuddle and give you some affection but constant compliments so early in the morning meant he wanted to make you happy because he probably did something you would find wrong.
Your suspicions were confirmed when he brought your breakfast to the bed you both shared.
"You made me breakfast in bed?" You asked surprised, watching him sit down in front of you "What did you do this time?" Taking one of the waffles Yoongi had cooked, you started munching on it as he looked at your nervously, fidgeting with the bed sheets.
"Apart from showing your little brother how to diss people while rapping?" He asked with a arched eyebrow "I'm pretty sure your mom hates me"
"Yeah, specially since my brother decided to try what you taught him on her, dissing everything she cooked" You looked into Yoongi's eyes and started laughing "It'll be okay though Yoongi, just add an apology song in your mixtape for her and she'll be happy"
"I already wrote one"
After those words, you couldn't help but start laughing again. Ah, despite being so intimidating while rapping Min Yoongi could be the cutest person alive in this world.
✩ Summary: Baking cookies with your child does not only involve tiny hands stealing cookie dough, but also big ones. What was meant to be a peaceful baking evening, turned into a huge cookie dough war: Yoongi and your child versus you.
✩ Genre: Fluff, Parents!au (can be festive if you want it to be)
The smell of freshly baked cookies spread around the whole house, as the giggles of your child quietly echoed around the walls of your kitchen. His little fingers repeatedly dipped into the bowl containing the raw cookie dough, continuously retrieving some bits of it with him whilst you weren’t looking.
Your boy loves it when you bake with him, as he likes to get creative with the cookie shapes and messy with the flour. So obviously, like any other baking day, you two were covered with icing and flour from head to toe. His messy -now, white- hair sticking to his forehead from sweat as a big grin decorated his chubby cheeks.
From the corner of your eye you can see him struggling to pull up the sleeves from his supreme hoodie, that Yoongi put on him this morning, in order to steal some of the cookie dough again. Just when his hand was reaching towards the bowl, you were about to scold him but someone beat you to it.
“Hey! Stop stealing the cookie dough! There won’t be enough for the actual cookies and you’ll be sick.” Yoongi raised his voice at your son, half playfully, half seriously. But that was enough to startle the both of you, as he came out of no where.
He laughed as your son completely ignored him, reaching towards the bowl again. But Yoongi’s reflexes were quicker and he stole the bowl away from your son, walking away with it.
“Dad!” Your son extended the word, running after his father. Yoongi sprinted out of the kitchen, still clutching the bowl of cookie dough tightly between his hands. You found this to be very humours as Yoongi hardly ever runs; but his love for food won over this time and he wanted to keep the cookie dough for himself.
Of course you knew that the raw cookie dough will disappear as soon as you made it, so you created another bowl of cookie dough for the actual cookies in advance. Just when you were about to reach for the second bowl, you quickly shoved it back in it’s hiding place as Yoongi came into the kitchen with a spoon full of cookie dough in his mouth, and your son on his back.
“What was that?” He asked quickly, unfortunately noticing the bowl filled to brim with cookie dough.
“Nothing.” You replied briskly, standing in front of the cupboard where the bowl was hiding. Yoongi slowly made his way towards you, eyes squinting, as your son dipped his fingers into the cookie dough that his father was holding.
He situated your son on the kitchen chair, occupying him with the cookie dough and proceeded to close the gap between you two. You knew his trick, aware that he will kiss you and then steal the bowl away from you, so your hands roamed around for the bowl behind you as your eyes were glued to his.
Of course, that was exactly his plan, so as soon as his lips met yours you kissed him back for a couple of seconds, almost melting into the kiss. But instinctively, you lightly shoved him back, running away from him, clutching onto the bowl for your dear life.
“Get her!” Yoongi called out towards your son as they sprinted after you. This was the start of a cookie war.
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“Nickname: Kätu. Yoongi fluff kinda like a cute evening where we (lol) can finally be like together cz you know how the other members are”
You knocked on the door of the apartment as you arrived, waiting what seemed like a century for your boyfriend to finally open the door.
A flustered yoongi finally answered and happily pulled you in, locking the door quickly, instantly taking an apologetic tone and sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.
“Babe~ I’m sorry you had to wait so long, Jin hyung called me from the restaurant with the others to check on how I was feeling, you know how he is..”
Yoongi had already texted you the situation before you came over. You were thankful that his members were so fond of you and that they let you come over so much, but while you were at their dorm you didn’t get much alone time with Yoongi, so you agreed to the plan for his sake.
The plan was simple, Yoongi pretended he was ill on the day Jin had scheduled for a restaurant trip, you came over for a few hours and left before they returned, leaving them none the wiser and giving both of you the alone time you’d wanted for so long.
It felt wrong considering how worried Jin was, but Yoongi looked the happiest you’d seen him in a long time, so you smiled and didn’t voice your opposition to his plan. Yoongi led you to the sofa, then frowned and spoke concernedly
“Kätu-yah...? you okay? you look worried...”
You smiled and shook your head, sitting down and trying to look as happy as you could.
“I’m fine yoongi~ you’re the one looking worried”
Yoongi chuckled and sat next to you, instinctively putting his arm around you comfortably.
“I’m fine too, I just missed you~” he said affectionately, gently moving you closer and nuzzling into you, pressing playful kisses against your cheek.
“You saw me yesterday, silly!” you laughed, trying to stop yoongi from kissing you any more, whining and unsuccessfully trying to escape from his embrace. “Yoongi c’mon. what are we doing tonight?”
Yoongi reluctantly moved back to his relaxed sitting position and smiled at you with a mischevious glint in his eyes.
“I ordered pizza as soon as everyone left, it’ll take some time to arrive so we’re going to be all alone...”
Your eyes widened in realization and you blushed softly as yoongi leaned in closer, smirking and whispering against your ear slowly
Confronting your fears for a final grade sounds unappealing but, with Yoongi as your partner, things might not be so bad.
Summary: You’re in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi.
A/N: this is nothing but pure fluff and smut because, LISTEN I NEED SOME EMOTIONAL SUPPORT FND YOONGI IN MY LIFE. I hope you do too! This chapter takes place after the ending scene of chapter 16 :)
NOTE: ALL BOLDED WORDS INDICATE WHEN CHARACTERS ARE SPEAKING KOREAN
Warnings for this Chapter: language, slight slight slight angst, LOVE, like an excessive love, smut, mentions of a spider
Chapter Sixteen Point Five: More and More
“Yah-” You hear Yoongi call from the other room, the sound of his voice bringing a smile to your lips, “I’m getting cold.”
The latter part comes out as a whine and it broadens your smile as you sprits a bit of perfume onto your wrists.
“I’m sorrryyyy. This is the first time I’ve been able to do my bedtime routine at your house.” You point out, giggling as zip up your toiletries bag. “I’m coming right now.”
Quickly, you pad across the bit of tile between Yoongi’s bedroom and the bathroom before rounding the corner to peek at your boyfriend.
He’s cozied up beneath the covers, his arms tucked behind his head, brows furrowed as he focuses on the tv. He’s drowning in the excess fabric of his hoodie and although he isn’t yet aware of your presence, he is still wearing the remnants of the smile that your laughter caused.
“You look cute.”
Yoongi jumps, his fingers tensing against the duvet as your presence alarms him.
“Aish- you scared me.” He pouts but as soon as he gets a look at what you’re wearing, his expression shifts, “Are you wearing pants?”
Giggling, you shake your head and turn slightly, lifting up your oversized t-shirt, “Nope.” And as you respond, you show off your ass to him.
He arches a brow, a smirk playing on his lips, “Oh ok- yeah that’s a good idea you know, pants are really restricting. You’ll be a lot more comfortable...”
“Oh you think so?” Tilting your head, you slowly make your way towards the bed whilst your fingers toy with the ends of your shirt, “Should I not wear the shirt then either? You know- if were talking about comfort here, I may as well just sleep naked.”
His smirk fully develops, his eyes following your every move, “You m-might get cold but, I mean I could just like- yah! Why do you insist on saying shit that you know is going to fluster me? Get your ass in bed.” He smacks the space beside him, brown eyes widening with incredulity.
At the end of his mini out burst, your head falls back against your shoulders with the much louder bit of laughter that leaves your lips.
Yoongi laughs along with you, his heart singing at the sound of your amusement, “Now!” He pushes out the command through his laughter, yanking the duvet back and jerking his chin towards the empty space.
Rather than tease him further, you scamper over to the bed and shimmy your way beneath the covers, immediately cuddling up into his side.
His warm and he smells like amber and the bonfire from earlier.
A hum comes from his chest as he pulls you close, kissing the top of your head.
“Thank you...be nice to me...”
His voice rumbles at the base of his throat; it shouldn’t have a taste but it lingers in the air and it suddenly makes you want to turn off all the lights and listen to him speak forever.
“I’m always nice...” You retort, peeking up at him in time to see his brow arch, “I am!”
His teeth peek out as he smiles, his arms tightening around you, “I wouldn’t necessarily say that you’re ALWAYS nice. You can be mean if you want to be.”
“Meeeaaan????? How am I mean?”
He flops against the pillow, kitten fangs on full display, his laughter dancing above the bed.
“You know exactly how you are mean, c’mon jagi, let’s be honest with each other.”
Pushing your fingers against his cheeks, you use his face as leverage to hoist yourself up over top of him, “Ohhhh are you talking about the edging and the pain play? The kinks my boyfriend most definitely possesses that I, being the loving girlfriend that I am, willingly fulfill?”
He blushes, “Yeah exactly...those things.”
You smush his cheeks together again, pecking the rounded tip of his nose, “Ok fine, we don’t have to do those things anymore, I’ve actually heard celibacy has it’s benefits.”
His face wrinkles in disgust as he jerks his head up to smush his lips against yours, “You’re so fucking funny you know that? You should do stand up.” He mumbles against your lips and although it’s a bit off topic, you can actually feel the difference between you and Yoongi.
He’s different now.
You don’t sense any hesitation anymore.
He is completely vulnerable and you love it.
The trust has increased tenfold.
“I’ll let my advisor know.” You retort, brows raising playfully, pecking against his lips
“AIYAAAAA....” He groans, smiling brightly, “Throwback.”
You feel butterflies in your stomach as you think of all the events leading up this particular moment.
Falling in love has been really fun.
“I still can’t believe I left your house like that, that night. I felt like such an idiot.”
You giggle, “I told Jimin about that the next day, I thought you hated me- I would have never guessed it was because I made you hard.”
He smirks, his cheeks reddening slightly, “I definitely didn’t hate you. I was just annoyed because, I was three months away from graduation and, I really wasn’t expecting to be bombarded with- you.”
“Bombarded?” You raise your brows, a smile lingering on your lips, “Is that how you remember falling in love?”
You feel his hands slide up the backs of your thighs before they settle on your hips as he shrugs, his expression unchanging, “Honestly yeah. I was very annoyed with it all for a long time. I knew I liked you but, I had already resigned to the fact that you wouldn’t like me back. I was also uninterested in getting into a relationship with anyone. Plus, I had to accept that I would have to keep seeing you because, we were paired up. To me, it just felt like another disappointment waiting to happen.”
At his admission, you pout and brush your thumb over his rosy cheek, “I’m sorry that you felt that way. I can understand why you did but, you and I definitely had different experiences...”
The slight disappointment in your tone isn’t intentional but, Yoongi’s keen observation skills pick up on it anyway. His beautiful features twitch slightly as he returns your pout, “I’m not saying that I didn’t enjoy it, I was just stubborn...” His eyes flit over you, a flurry of emotions swirling within them, “What was it like for you?”
Rolling off of him, you position yourself comfortably at his side, feeling a bit of apprehension coming over you, “It was great- for me at least, I don’t know. It’s kind of silly honestly.”
Yoongi pushes himself up, tugging you with him so that both of you are propped up against the headboard. He uses his free hand to tilt your chin up towards him, “It’s not silly at all. I want to know.”
Suddenly, you feel very small underneath his gaze. It’s not in an uncomfortable way but, it’s certainly not something you’re used to. Thus far, you were used to being Yoongi’s safe space, his protector, his rock but, you were no stranger to insecurity either. Yoongi may view you as a confident woman, with a steady head on her shoulders and, he was right to do so.
You’ve overcome a lot.
The woman you are today has always been within you but her emergence is recent and, you’re fairly confident that Yoongi doesn’t know that.
“I didn’t think you liked me either. You are easily the hottest man I have ever seen in my entire life and, given the fact that I’ve been rejected so many times throughout my life, I kind of assumed that we would just be friends. Most of the guys I’ve liked have only ever saw me that way. It became a running scenario in my head that I would grow old with a bunch of cats and, a bunch of really great friends but, I never really believed that I was the type of person someone would fall in love with. So when we had that conversation on the Ferris Wheel, I felt validated in a way. Here was this super attractive, interesting man who just admitted that he wanted to ‘kiss me everywhere’...I was elated. Even though I didn’t think things would go anywhere between us, I was still on cloud nine. Then we ended up kissing and then the night in your car- I guess this was a little more fairytale-like for me. I understand things were different for you though, especially after everything you’ve told me today.”
You’re not sure why this is suddenly making you so emotional but, you don’t force it away.
Yoongi did say he wanted to know everything about you and, conversations like these aren’t exactly something you plan.
He has been watching you intently during your explanation and during certain parts, you could feel his grip tightening on you slightly.
By the time you’re done, he sighs and shakes his head, “I’m sorry.”
“Why?” You cock your head, draping an arm across his stomach
“I’m sorry you ever had to face rejection or that you ever had to feel like you wouldn’t receive the type of love you deserve.” He runs a hand through his hair, “I’m also realizing that the way I described falling in love with you was fucking stupid and, I made it sound like it was this painful and frustrating process. Why do you even put up with me when I’m literally an idiot??”
The tension in your face starts to melt away and you start giggling by the end of his sentence, burrowing your face against his chest.
He throws an incredulous look your way, tilting his head in different directions to try and shove his face towards yours, “Hm?? Tell me huh? Why do you put up with me???” He demands, tickling at your sides, his own smiling appearing at the sound of your laughter, “Yah! Laughter tells me nothing! How did someone so intelligent and beautiful settle down with me???”
His tickling should force you away from him but, you curl into him more, still giggling as you try and grab at his hand.
“You’re not an idiot!”
He stops his motions, tilting your chin up towards him again, his eyes still playful but sincere, “I am though. I just described the best months of my life as annoying. I used the words uninterested and disappointed, that’s something only an idiot would do.”
“Don’t forget ‘bombarded’...” You point out, smirking slightly as you rest your chin on his finger.
“Yahhh see?” He shakes his head, leaning down towards your lips, “Pabo...”
You kiss him, letting yourself linger there for a moment before pulling away, “Have they really been the best months of your life?”
At your question, Yoongi smiles softly, “Of course they have. I didn’t mean that falling in love with you hasn't been magical. It has. I just meant that initially, I was so resistant because I was afraid of getting hurt. I should have said it like that, instead of being an asshole about it.”
“You weren’t being an asshole.” You counter
“I was though. You are the most important in the world to me and, I need to stop coating all of my emotions for you in 50 layers of irony just because, I have a fear of being vulnerable. You’re my everything- the love of my life and, I’m so grateful for you. I know that you don’t need me, I know you are complete without me and that you’ve overcome so much on your own but, I need you to know that you can always count on me and that I feel everything you feel. I’m sorry if I ever made you think any different, even if it’s unintentional or even if you like my sarcasm or whatever, it’s still no excuse to continuously avoid telling you how I truly feel. Especially not after everything you’ve done for me.”
You’re a little captivated by his words and, you don’t speak just yet but you allow a smile to say what words cannot as he speaks again.
“I want to take care of you too. I want you to feel safe with me. Sometimes I feel like our relationship has been very one-sided in terms of you always making time for my feelings and, I don’t want that. I’ve just spent so much time admiring your outlook on life that I didn’t take enough time to consider where it came from. You are always working so hard to take care of everyone around you and, I feel like it’s because you might not have always felt taken care of yourself. I hope you know that you never have to feel that way with me, I’m here for you and- sorry I’m not even making sense anymore.” His rickety laughter makes an appearance as your smile widens, “I just really love you like- fuck...”
You burst out into a fit of giggles and practically tackle him as you hop on his lap again, pulling him in for a kiss, “You’re literally the sweetest man alive and the only thing ironic about you as the fact that you constantly wonder whether or not you are in fact, a good person or a good boyfriend. You are both and I really really really really love you too.”
His gums peek. out at your sudden outburst, his smile adding 10 years to your life whilst his hands grip your hips, “I love you...” He repeats again, “I’m sorry we’ve had several conversations like this, there’s just a lot to work through I guess and, I feel like I don’t ever say enough or say the right things...”
“Don’t apologize. You’re completely right. We are both trying to navigate through some pretty intense shit. I’m glad we can have these conversations; it means that we are continuing to learn how to communicate with one another.” You assure him, kissing the tip of his nose.
“That’s a good point. You make a lot of good points.” He notes playfully, kissing your cheek this time, nibbling there, relishing in the sound of your laughter once again. “I know we’ve said it a dozen times now but, I love you...”
“I love you too.” You murmur before wrapping your arms around him.
After a rather sporadic and emotional conversation, you and Yoongi decide to put on a comedy special to lift the bit of heaviness from the atmosphere. You really wanted to enjoy each other’s company before the stressful few days ahead.
You knew it wasn’t going to be easy for him to go back to his hometown and, you also knew that it would be nerve wracking for you for a myriad of reasons.
Either way, you’d endure it together and meet the conflicts as they came.
Right now however, your mind is occupied with a completely different objective.
You’d been laying on Yoongi’s chest for the last hour or so whilst he rubbed tenderly along your back.
He traced your spine, gently pinched at the base of your neck and occasionally massaged at your scalp.
Altogether, you felt content, fuzzy, on the edge of arousal but not quite that there yet.
You’re touching him too now, your hand was resting on his stomach but you’ve started rubbing at his side, slowing and softly dragging your nails over his hoodie.
The thing is, you had been getting to each other for some time now but, there was no reason to rush into anything more.
You just wanted to touch each other, simple as that.
Your hand moves to the bottom of his hoodie, tracing the stitching before slipping underneath it.
As soon as you do, Yoongi’s hand stalls on your back as he sighs.
“Why do you have to go there?”
His tone is playful and accusatory and it causes you to giggle.
“I’m not going anywhereeeee.” You insist, tickling your fingers over his lower abdomen
“Y-yah jagiyaaa- you know what that does to me.”
His voice stutters a bit whilst you continue your motions, tickling back and forth above the band of his boxers, admiring how soft his skin is.
“Do you want me to stop?”
He smirks to himself, resuming his touch against your back, “No- but if you plan on getting me hard, you should probably come up here and start kissing me.”
You smirk too now, pushing up his hoodie to allow you better access to the rest of his stomach, admiring the goosebumps that start appearing on his skin.
“Maybe I wanna watch you get hard...”
You hear him sigh again, his chest heaving with the sound.
“Fuck, ok.” He chuckles to himself, “Fair enough.”
Sure enough, you get to watch the show you desperately wanted to see because, as you trace over the band of his boxers, his dick jumps to life beneath the cotton.
A satisfied grin plays on your lips and you take the opportunity tickle just beneath his belly button, prompting another bout of twitching from his dick.
“You know...” You murmur casually, continuing your teasing, “You’ve still never came in my mouth before.”
You feel the bluntness of his nails press into the skin of your back at your comment, another unstable sigh coming from him once again, “I haven’t.”
Slowly you sit up, finally turning to face him, resting your hand on his stomach.
You smirk down at him, his head pushed back into the pillow, a smile playing on his lips.
“Can we change that?”
He’s going all shy at the thought of being in your mouth again and he can’t figure out why.
You notice the blush on his cheeks and the timid gummy smile on his lips and, you decide to call him out on it.
“Why do you look so nervous??” You giggle, pinching his cheek
A bout of laughter bubbles past his lips like a bottle of soda that’s been shaken too much as he attempts to answer you.
“I don’t know!” He buries his face into the side of your arm, “It’s embarrassing...”
Fondness blooms in your chest and you immediately lay back down with him, pulling the covers over the two of you.
You wrestle around a bit, tucking yourself against him once more, the two of you giggling like two kids at a sleepover.
Yoongi kisses the side of your face, his own hot with arousal and embarrassment.
“Baby, you’ve literally let me tie you to the headboard...”
“Mm, I sure have...that was a good night.” His voice is deeper now as he starts kissing down your neck, “a really good night.”
“Do you not like it?”
He smirks against your neck, sucking lightly at the spot below your earlobe, sending a wave of arousal between your legs, “Are you really asking me whether or not I like getting my dick sucked?”
“WEeellll.” You laugh, relishing in the way his attention feels, slowly getting distracted by his lips on your skin, “You never let me do it for you. I’m just trying to understand why.”
Before he can answer, a screeching voice comes from the other room, “HYUNG-AHHH!!”
Yoongi’s eyes widen in alarm as he immediately maneuvers his way out of the covers and rushes out the door, tugging his hoodie down in an attempt to conceal his hardened length beneath his boxers.
“What, What’s wrong?! Where are you?”
You’re following after him frantically, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. Yoongi’s shouting in Korean and you’re trying your best to follow him up the stairs without tripping over your own feet.
“Here! Oh god, please hurry!”
Yoongi’s playing a thousand horrible scenarios in his head, trying desperately to locate Hoseok before he spots the light on in the hallway bathroom, “What’s wrong? Did you fall? Are you hurt???”
You can’t understand Yoongi but, his tone tells you everything you need to know: he’s terrified.
“There! Hyung oh my god, do you see it? It’s so big and hairy! Kill it please, I’m gonna throw up!”
Hoseok is rushing out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his hips and pure panic on his face.
Yoongi’s expression shifts from terrified to utterly disgusted in record time as he backhands Hoseok across the bicep, “YAH! What is wrong with you huh?! You made me think you snapped your neck up here or something! Are you seriously screaming over a spider right now? You’re 26 years old.”
Hoseok seems unphased by Yoongi’s words and points frantically at the bathroom, “Hyung I don’t care, just please kill it. You know how much I hate bugs, I almost had a heart attack.”
Yoongi is actively trying to conceal whatever seems to be transpiring but, the curiosity gets the better of you and you rush over to look in the direction Hoseok is pointing only to be met with the grossest, hairiest, BIGGEST spider you’ve ever seen.
“Yoongiiiii.” You whine, hiding behind him, your heartrate doing the impossible and increasing in your chest, “Oh my god, please get rid of it...”
Yoongi groans audibly, shaking his head at Hoseok, “You idiot, she’s terrified of spiders. We were literally about to- fuck nevermind just stay right here, I’ll go get a jar.”
He turns around, chuckling slightly at the almost childlike expression on your face, “I’m gonna get don’t worry. Do you want to come downstairs with me while I get a jar for it?”
Wide eyed, you grab his hands haphazardly, “Mhm...”
“Ok...” He leans down to peck your cheek, smirking fondly “Let’s go.”
“Yah what about me huh? What am I supposed to do?!” Hoseok returns to English now, eyeballing the bathroom in horror
Yoongi rolls his eyes, “Just stay there and try and summon some dignity. I’ll be right back.”
Hoseok scoffs and leans against the wall, “I have enough already thanks-” He insists before his eyes widen again, “Hyung please hurry it’s moving!!!!!”
Yoongi chuckles and shakes his head, interlocking his fingers with yours as he leads the two of you downstairs.
The two of you are back in a flash and you quickly take your place behind Hoseok as your boyfriend completes the task of scooping the spider into the jar and rushing it outside.
As he trudges back up the stairs he extends his hand out to you, which you eagerly accept.
Hoseok had already calmed down by this point and was attempting to make smooth small talk with you as if his (justified) outburst had never happened.
“Well uh” Hoseok laughs, throwing finger guns towards the bathroom, “Thanks hyung, so sorry to interrupt the lovemaking, I’m just gonnnnaaa head into the shower now-”
“Ah- no you aren’t. You’re going to apologize to my girlfriend for scaring the shit out of her and then you’re going to promise me that you’ll never scream for me like that again unless you are in mortal danger.” Yoongi shoots him a pointed look but there is still a bit of softness in his eyes and a smile threatening his lips.
“I’m so sorry Y/N, I had no idea you had a phobia of spiders. That was definitely my bad. And hyung,” He shoots a brilliant smile in his direction, throwing up a finger heart, “I love youuuuuuu. Thanks for saving my life.”
“Don't be sorry; I literally would have done the same thing.” You vow, giggling nervously, furthering retreating into Yoongi’s side.
Yoongi snorts, wrapping an arm around you and sending Hoseok on his way before he gently pinches your side, “Are you ok?”
“Absolutely not.” You affirm, “But, I will heal as time goes on...”
He snickers, shaking his head whilst he leads you back downstairs.
“I swear he almost gave me a heart attack.” He shakes his head, placing his free hand on his chest, “Feel- it’s still beating so fast...”
You push your head against his chest, causing him to laugh again, not expecting the method you chose but he allows it none the less.
His chest is thrumming with the evidence of commotion still and you turn your head quickly to press a kiss to his chest.
“Me too- look...”
As the two of you come back into his room, you guide his hand to your chest in order to demonstrate your fast paced heartbeat.
Yoongi shakes his head, “I’m sorry about him, he’s ridiculous.”
You nod, glancing down at Yoongi’s boxers which no longer display the evidence of his arousal and, you whine, keeping his hand in place on your chest.
“You’re not hard anymoreeeee.” You complain, slumping against the wall near the bathroom. Yoongi laughs, his gums peeking out whilst you guide his hand over your breast, “Squeeze-” You giggle, indulging in your immaturity for a moment, “We’ll bring it back...”
He laughs harder, his beautiful face wrinkling in amusement as he obliges, squeezing your breast.
“Are you hard yet???” You ask through your laughter, tugging him closer to you, tilting your head towards his lips.
“Oh yeah-” He nods to his dick, still laughing, “Rock solid...”
He kisses you then, keeping his hand in place as he smiles into your lips.
The giggling between the two of you slowly fades as Yoongi tucks his mouth betwixt your own. He kisses you tenderly, his free hand curving around your waist and securing you to him. The hand on your breast massages you gently for a moment before he feels around for your nipple. Once he locates it, he begins teasing it between his thumb and his forefinger, smirking into your mouth when you sigh at the sensation. The two of you press further into one another, getting lost in the moment before you decide to resume your earlier mission.
“Can I pleaaaase make you cum in my mouth now?” You murmur against his lips, giggling when he blushes again, attempting to hide his face in your neck. “Babyyyyy what is it? Why are you hiding?”
His arms wrap around your waist now, sandwiched between your body and the wall. He shakes his head, pressing kisses into the crook of your neck whilst he tries to figure out the best way to answer your question.
“Nervous.” He mumbles and you can feel him smirk into your skin.
Your heart is exploding with adoration at how fucking cute your boyfriend can be literally out of nowhere.
His duality gives you whiplash sometimes.
“Why are you nervous?”
His grip tightens on you as you attempt to coax his face out of your neck, snickering when you try to pinch his cheek.
“I’m gonna cum too fast.” He confesses, finally pulling away to make eye contact with you, his black hair disheveled atop his head.
You giggle, smoothing out his messy onyx tendrils before bringing his lips down to yours.
“So what?” You murmur against them, “It doesn’t matter how quickly you cum, I just want to make you feel good...”
Yoongi feels a sharp pang of arousal in the pit of his stomach at the sultry tone of your voice, his dick twitching to life between his legs.
“I just feel like you don’t get anything out of it though...I want you to feel good too.” He protests, sighing out through his nose when you slip your hand beneath his hoodie.
You smirk, tickling over his sensitive skin, “Do you really think I don’t get anything out of having you in my mouth?”
Peppering kisses down his neck, you continue to gently roam your hands over his hips and stomach, ensuring that your motions are slow and deliberate.
“I’m really second guessing getting head right now aren’t I? I’m actually overthinking getting a blowjob, I’m fucking ridiculous...” He laughs now, hugging you to his body, his smile widening when you giggle along with him.
Pulling back away from his neck, you nudge his nose, delighting in the sparkle within his eyes before pecking at his lips, “Do you want it? If you’re feeling weird about it, it’s ok. We don’t have to do it.”
He smirks, his hands sliding down your back to rest against your ass, “No, no I want it. I really do, I’m just being...myself.”
His honesty makes you laugh again.
You’re so grateful for it though.
The comfort level between the two of you is off the charts and, it makes you so incredibly happy.
From the lecture hall to the bedroom; the two of you really have come so far.
“Go lay down then...” You urge him, still smiling as he eagerly rushes towards the bed.
He flops back against the pillows, folding his arms behind his head and immediately tucking a lip between his teeth. His breathing is already unstable due to all the kissing but, he knows he’ll have to actively calm himself in order to last.
You place your knees on the bed between his legs and maneuver yourself closer to the seam of his boxers. You don’t feel the need to try and be sexy or dramatic, the intimacy floating between the two of you is more than enough to turn you both on.
However, in the spirit of making your boyfriend feel good, you still want to put on a little bit of a show for him.
“Comfy?” You grin and he immediately rolls his eyes, his lip still tucked between his teeth
“Sure.” He throws a half smirk your way and although it’s not his intention to do so, it spurs you on further.
There’s never a bad time to fluster your boyfriend...
Wordlessly, you grasp the hem of your oversized t-shirt before tugging it over your head, leaving you in nothing but a pair of black boy shorts.
Yoongi’s eyes widen ever so slightly and his chest expands to fit the deep breath he just took, the breath he lets out slowly and shakily.
“So am I.” You smirk, sitting back on your knees to give him the full view of your body. The air of Yoongi’s bedroom is crisp and slightly cooler than you’d like it to be and it causes your nipples to harden, aching for the warmth of his touch. With your hand lingering on your inner thigh, you sigh, “My panties are ruined already-” You pout, “That’s really annoying...they’re going to be drenched by the time you cum.”
Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut whilst he lets out an audible groan, “Ok- what the fuck? You’re not even giving me a chance to last at this point...” He laughs humorlessly, his eyes opening and going straight between your thighs, “Let me see.”
You smirk at his bout of laughter, delighting in how flustered he looks before honoring his request.
Dipping your hand beneath the band of your underwear you slide your fingers over your clit, which is honestly a terrible idea because now it’s throbbing with the need to be played with and, swipe your fingers over viscous arousal collecting at your entrance.
Yoongi watches you like a hawk, eagerly awaiting the evidence supporting your previous statement.
He isn’t disappointed when you remove your fingers from your panties to show him the stringy, slippery arousal connecting your digits together. The amount of wetness actually surprises you and the way Yoongi looks at you, only worsens the situation between your legs.
Yoongi sits up suddenly, grasping your wrist with both of his hands, eyeing the moisture on your fingers like a man deprived before sucking both of them into his mouth. You feel his tongue lick between them, collecting you, the sensation quickly mirroring itself in your panties. Eyes fluttering close, you allow him to suck on you for longer than necessary, your heartrate quickening as he groans softly against your skin.
He pulls off of you, allowing his lips to linger on the tips of your fingers, his cat-like eyes flitting up to yours. Wordlessly, he brings his hand off the bed and quickly slips it into your underwear. Before you even register what’s occurring, the pads of his fingers are brushing past your clit and tucking themselves inside of you. Your lips part in shock, your hands coming out to brace against his shoulders as he curls them up against your g-spot.
Wide eyed, you meet your boyfriends smug expression as he starts rocking his fingers upwards inside of you.
“Yo-Yoongi...” You grunt, as the pleasure latches on to the pit of your stomach, the sensation unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.
“Mhm, I know- it's good huh?” He chuckles, using his free hand to brace itself against your back, pushing your body against his hand working between your thighs, “You thought I’d just have a little taste and that was it? That’s all I would want?”
“Fuck...” You whimper, your head slumping against his shoulder, leaving his lips at your ear to say whatever filthy things come to mind.
He quickens his pace and the pleasure is so intense that you have a half a mind to tell him to stop because you kind of feel like you’re going to pee yourself but, the next wave of sensations quickly sends that thought to the trash.
“Have you ever squirted before baby?” He croons into your ear, holding you tightly
Your head shakes rapidly, your eyes squeezing shut as you bury your face into his neck, “N-Not with anybody...”
You’ve certainly made yourself squirt before but it was unintentional and definitely didn’t compare to the way Yoongi was making you feel.
He grins, nibbling on the shell of your ear, his breath sending a shiver down your spine, “I think you’re about to, I can feel how tight you are around my fingers. Do you want to cum all over my hand jagiya?”
“Mhm-” You whimper, tucking both of your lips between your teeth as you try your hardest not to moan, “Yoongi...”
Yoongi can feel how hard he is now, his swollen dick nearing the edges of pain from neglect but, his focus is entirely on you and making sure you get yours before he thinks of himself.
“Are you gonna say my name when you cum beautiful?” He whispers, quickening his pace once again, his grin broadening when you nod rapidly in his neck, your legs spreading further to the point where he’s having to fight against the mattress to keep at it.
“On your dick- please? Please can I cum on your dick?” You plead, sucking on his neck now, not fully coherent because all you can think about is cumming.
“Oh my fucking god.” He groans, shaking his head
He’s never heard you ask for his dick like that before and, who is he to deny his perfect girlfriend the throne she so aptly deserves?
“Come get it baby.” He pleads, pulling back to look into your eyes, “Come take it, it’s yours, use it...”
You’re on him seconds later and his fucking up into you with everything he has, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood so he doesn’t wake his roommates.
With your hand over your mouth, you whine into your palm as your orgasm approaches. Yoongi smirks proudly at you, saying everything you need to hear to push you over the edge.
“Beautiful...you’re so beautiful.”
“Please cum for me...”
“Cum all over me.”
“I love you...”
Yoongi’s successful in his plan to make you squirt and by the time he finishes inside of you, you’re a proper mess.
The orgasm he’s given you is intense and for once, you’re the one shaking in his arms, trying to get your wits about you. Lovingly, Yoongi places kisses all over your face and the side of your head, his big hands massaging gently into your back as he helps you come down, even though he’s attempting to relax after his own orgasm.
“D-damn you, that was not the plan.” You mutter, playfully nibbling on his shoulder
He chuckles warmly, still kissing on you, “It wasn’t a part of your plan but, let’s just assume that my plan will forever involve making you cum like that, that was- shit that was really hot.”
“Yoongiiiiii....” You whine, feeling very needy and slightly embarrassed, “You made me ruin the sheets though, I feel bad.”
You hear him scoff incredulously, “Yoongiiiiiii I’m so sorry my beautiful body just had a powerful orgasm all over your sheets, how rude of me, I’m so disrespectful.” He imitates your voice playfully, chuckling louder as you wack him against the shoulder, still hiding away in his neck.
“Shut uppppppp.”
“You are always the one making me cum so hard that I question my sanity. After everything you’ve been through with me today, I wanted to return the favor. You did exactly what you deserved to do; if we didn’t have a flight to catch tomorrow, I’d have my hand in your panties all over again.”
Yoongi's bedroom is dark now as the TV has turned itself off due to lack of activity but, despite the absence of light, you can still feel how wet the sheets are beneath your bodies.
It has you all shy for some reason, reminding you that although you usually take the dominant role in the bedroom, you still have a desire to be small, to be held, to be taken care of...
It felt good to let him do that.
“Thank you.” You murmur, wrapping your arms around his back, pecking the side of his neck, “It was amazing, you’re amazing.”
He smiles in the darkness, “You deserve it.” He thumbs across the cheek that isn't hidden away in his neck, “Are you going to let me take care of you more often? Have I proven myself worthy mistress?”
The nickname isn’t something he’s used before and it both amuses you and intrigues you all at once. You laugh, nodding in agreement, kissing his skin again, “Mhm, more than worthy.”
Yoongi knows he has to change the sheets.
He knows the two of you need to get some sleep.
But for the moment, he wants to stay still.
He wants to love on you and make you feel all the things you make him feel.
He wants to do everything you’ve done for him.
He’s in this for the long haul and he knows it.
This is that forever kind of love.
That I want to marry you kind of love.
That I adore every inch of you kind of love.
He’s found it, it’s all his and he wants to spend the rest of life proving to you how grateful he is.
