✦ first instalment for bts! stream arirang <3
✦ warnings: lightly touched upon themes of danger and harassment, sexism, obsession, safety, physical protection, stalkers, pda, undressing (not sexual), group arguments,
✦ wc: 0.3k
protective! yoongi who exclusively walks by your side at airports, subtly blocking hands from the crowd that reach for you, always at the ready to shield you with his body if anyone slips past the wall of security guards.
protective! yoongi who nudges you further into the centre of the group during red carpet interviews, disliking how exposed you are when not bracketed by the height and muscle of the guys.
protective! yoongi who checks your hotel room after security does the routine sweep, just to be absolutely certain you won't have a nasty surprise of a sasaeng hiding in the closet or behind the curtains.
protective! yoongi who coolly answers on your behalf during interviews when questions have sexist or sexual undertones, challenging the interviewer with a lazy smirk.
protective! yoongi who rarely shows public affection, but when he does it's to guide you through busy crowds by the hand, or an arm snug around your waist to deter male idols and actors from approaching at afterparties.
protective! yoongi who lingers nearby during costume changes on tour, keeping an eye on wandering hands and eyes so that you're never unnecessarily vulnerable.
protective! yoongi who backs you up even when you're wrong if the whole group is against you during arguments, because the thought of all six guys against you makes his blood run cold.
protective! yoongi who never walks the stairs of a stage to collect an award or put on a performance without first offering you his hand, making sure your moment is never be outshined by a trip or fall.
protective! yoongi who never shows fear in your presence, always confident and ready no matter the situation. he does this so you never doubt that he's who you can turn to when it matters. to him, his calmness is more reassuring than any promise he could ever make to you.
❛ content | tattooartist! jungkook x female reader | tattoo artist au, slice of life, first tattoo experience, friends-to-lovers energy, yoongi & jimin mention, fluff, mention of sex but no smut
tattooartist!jungkook who… you met at a tattoo expo where he was a featuring artist, you were just a curious first-timer. you’ve been toying with the thought of a tattoo for a very long time, yet hesitation keeps holding you back. what design do you want to get? the placement? what about the pain? what if you regret it? so you told yourself that coming here was a way to get you inspired, to see the artists in action, to get a real feel for the culture — a step towards making it real. as a matter of a fact, you went with a list, literal notes app receipts of artists you'd stalked online for weeks: this was your research mission.
tattooartist!jungkook who… you absolutely looked up the second you got home. just to verify, obviously. for research purposes, due diligence. you booked the appointment partly out of curiosity.
tattooartist!jungkook who… could tell you were very nervous but stubborn as hell, refusing to back down and leave the appointment. honestly you’d bite down on your very last nerves before admitting to them. you told yourself it wasn’t faintheartedness, just anticipation. still, you fidget your feet a little too rhythmically under the desk.
tattooartist!jungkook who… keeps seeing you show up at the shop’s doors again and again, session after session — each time with a new design in mind, always requesting him by name. you two pretend it’s about work and business, but he secretly scans the booking sheet every morning, searching for your name.
tattooartist!jungkook who… should be taking those rare moments between appointments to rest, to stretch his back, close his eyes — but instead he sketches extra pieces with you in mind. spontaneous ideas and designs he hoped might catch your eye if you happened to walk in unannounced and need something fresh on the spot, like always. that familiar impulsive spark in your eyes when you see something new, just before kicking off your shoes, pulling up your sleeves, and saying, “put it here,” like your body was made to wear his work? it never got old to him. it only urged him more to create something just for you, right then and there.
tattooartist!jungkook who… listens — really listens — during appointments. he’s careful with his hands on you but focused with his ears, eyes occasionally flicking up from your plush skin to catch the way your soft lips move when you talk. you tell him about your job, your playlist, the dumb thing your roommate did this morning. whatever it is, he would listen and drink in every word like it’s the most important thing in the room.
tattooartist!jungkook who… keeps a slim, black portfolio near the front desk with yoongi — tucked neatly beside the appointment book and labeled ‘designs just for y/n’ in his own handwriting.
tattooartist!jungkook who… always puts on your playlist before tattooing you. you’d mentioned offhand what you liked to listen to when you’re on edge — and the next session, he already had them queued as the needle buzzed. soft synths, sugary vocals, crooning through the shop speakers. a little sabrina carpenter, some justin thrown in like glitter, and janet jackson rounding it out with groove-heavy nostalgia.
tattooartist!jungkook who… is a sweet boy in disguise. a buff lover boy in a compression tee, really. when he’s laser focused on his work or deep in his own thoughts, his brow naturally furrows into what most people mistake for a glare of doom.
tattooartist!jungkook who… lets you hang out at the studio after hours and pretend you’re just ‘browsing flash tattoos’, but really you’re stalling and he’s hoping you’ll stay a little longer.
tattooartist!jungkook who… never minds when you steal his ipad and start doodling absolute nonsense on it — crooked stars and hearts, a sword with a bow tied to the handle, angry little frogs, a tiny cartoon him with hearts eyes and a caption underneath that reads ‘cranky tattoo boy’. he never deletes any of it, in fact he saves them. all of them. one quiet evening, while you’re curled up sideways on a worn chair in the waiting area, and he’s finishing up with a walk-in client, you accidentally stumble across a hidden folder in his files. originally labeled ‘better than jimin’s’, it’s now been quietly renamed to ‘not mine but mine’.
tattooartist!jungkook who… tells you not to get tattooed by anyone else. not just because he’s confident in his work (which he is, to a borderline arrogant degree) but because the idea of someone else — especially another guy — leaning in close, pulling at your clothes, touching your skin, mapping it like it’s theirs to read, marking you? yeah, no. absolutely not.
tattooartist!jungkook who… has coworkers who all know exactly who you are the second you walk through the door.
tattooartist!jungkook who… keeps a blanket just for you at the studio, folded neatly over the back of your chair…
tattooartist!jungkook who… believes in a lot of aftercare — after tattoos and after sex.
tattooartist!jungkook who… you notice doesn’t really do social media. he barely posts, especially compared to jimin’s constant flood of updates. when he does post, it’s quick — maybe a flash drop, a booking form, or the rare repost of a freshly healed tattoo. his feed is a curated gallery of ink masterpieces.
tattooartist!jungkook who… is always hustling to grow his business — his books are full three months out, getting dms from big-name shops across the country, running on fumes and his sketchbook’s overflowing with new concepts. which means traveling for guest spots, conventions, and collaborations. he’ll do them — but not without you. he can’t imagine going without you. “every time i travel with you,” he’d admit, “it feels less like work.”
tattooartist!jungkook who… lets you talk him into getting a tattoo to commemorate the trip.
tattooartist!jungkook who… insists on covering your nail appointments like it’s not even a conversation, “you use those hands to feed me, the least i can do is keep 'em cute.” he’d say, already sending the transfer.
tattooartist!jungkook who… is a man who only has two modes: working or being with you… sometimes both at once.
tattooartist!jungkook who… you wake up before him, the early light just began to filter through the blinds, casting soft patterns across the bed and tracing the curve of his bare shoulder where the blanket’s slipped down.
tattooartist!jungkook who… absolutely melts whenever you offer to massage his back and neck after a long day.
tattooartist!jungkook who… is a little bit of a nerd when it comes to his craft. okay — not a little. a lot.
tattooartist!jungkook who… lets his hair grow out — not on purpose, not at first.
tattooartist!jungkook who… always, always shows you his sketches first.
tattooartist!jungkook who… agrees — maybe too confidently — when you suggest a mario kart bet one lazy afternoon: winner gets to tattoo the loser.
tattooartist!jungkook who… pretends to act unfazed when you walk into the studio, lean against the counter with your chin resting on your folded arms, and dead-seriously say, “i think i want a tramp stamp.”
tattooartist!jungkook who... doesn’t finish the tramp stamp that first session. not because of technique, or timing, or because he’s tired. but because the second you whimpered his name, squirmed just a little too much beneath his hands… and the way you turned your head to look at him after he wiped off the stencil? dazed, pouty, half-pissed? yeah. that look on your face was enough reason for him to keep the machine from ever moving past idle.
tattooartist!jungkook who… surprises you by agreeing almost instantly when you suggest getting tiny matching lollipop tattoos — just a small, playful token of something only the two of you understand.
Summary: After too many words said in the heat of the moment, Yoongi wakes up without next to him and fearing the worst. He just hopes it’s not too late to fix things…
Word Count: 2.9k
Warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, angst, swearing, mentions of relationship insecurities
A/N: This was a request that someone sent me months ago, and has just been sitting in my drafts because life was kicking my ass, but I’ve finally had the time and motivation to finish it, so yay!🎉 I hope y’all like it!
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You didn’t understand how it got to this point. One minute you were both just talking, and then suddenly words were being flung back and forth across the room like daggers.
You were both too tired, you knew that, a distracted, dismissive reply cutting into flesh when it normally would’ve been just brushed off and addressed later when you were both less stressed and thinking more clearly.
But that hadn’t happened tonight. Instead, you had both snapped, and suddenly weeks worth of tiny nagging thoughts, frustrations, and what had seemed like insignificant moments but had been eating away at the both of you, everything was poured out onto the floor and you both were demanding the other take blame for them.
When you felt yourself hitting a breaking point, you had shut down and gone to bed, with Yoongi following a while after, feeling the bed dip under his weight but giving no acknowledgement, just curling closer to the edge of the bed to be as far away from him as possible. You knew you could’ve gone to sleep in the guest room, but in your moment of stubbornness, you didn’t want to let him seemingly ‘win’ by driving you out of your bed.
You kept your eyes firmly closed and tried to force yourself to sleep, to just forget everything that had happened for the moment and deal with it in the morning, but you couldn’t. Your mind was a jumbled mess of emotions, and you were far too aware of every little noise and stirring in the room, even the rustle of the sheets seeming loud in the silence that was broken only by the labored beats of your heart.
You felt Yoongi turn over on his side of the bed, his breathing far more even paced than your own, which only added to your upset.
How could he sleep after everything that he’d said? How could he ignore the weight in the air that was pressing in on you, crushing your chest, making it increasingly impossible for you to draw a proper breath, slowly suffocating you in silence.
You felt the familiar sting of tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes, and given your years of experience with panic attacks and anxiety, you knew exactly what was happening, but you kept quiet, not wanting him to catch you in a moment of vulnerability, of knowing you were crying.
You didn’t know how long you managed to keep the rising wave of emotion at bay, but when you glanced at the time on your phone it read 2am.
Making sure Yoongi was sound asleep before you moved, you quietly slipped out of bed and crept to the hall, thanking God that you had insisted on your shared apartment having extra rooms. You had claimed it was in case you had overnight guests, but you knew yourself well enough to know that if your anxiety issues got bad again, having extra rooms or spaces for you to be alone when you needed it would be vital.
It had been so long since you’d had a bad spell like this, but the routine was still there like muscle memory as you slipped into the guest room at the end of the hall; turning the fan and AC to the exact speed and temperature to create white noise but not be freezing, finding your favorite sad songs playlist and playing it at a very low volume, and pulling the covers up around you like a cocoon as you climbed into bed, praying that you could just fall asleep and not think for a few hours...
Around 3am, Yoongi rolled over, reaching for you out of habit but finding only cold sheets on your side of the bed.
His eyes snapped open in confusion, glancing around the room for any sign of you before memories of the night came crashing back over him.
The fight, the things you’d both said, the hurt and defeated look in your eyes as you’d walked away.
She left.
The words echoed in his mind like a slamming door, hard and final. His heart was thundering in his chest as he shot out of bed, phone gripped tight in his shaking hands, trying to call you.
He knew he said some shitty things earlier, and it had gotten really out of hand, but he couldn’t let it end this way.
He cursed himself internally, his words replaying in his head like a record. He’d known how much those things would hurt you, and yet he said them anyway. And then he let it be unresolved. He just gave up and let you walk away, all because of his stupid stubborn pride.
As soon as he stepped out in the hall, he could hear the music playing from the spare bedroom, a wave of relief washing over him as he turned on his heel towards the sound.
He didn’t even think twice before heading for the door. He didn’t care if you were mad, if you didn’t want to talk to him, he had to make this right. He couldn’t lose you, not like this.
You still weren’t asleep yet when you heard the door open, but you pretended anyway, not having the energy or heart to continue any sort of argument with Yoongi right now.
As soon as his eyes adjust to the darkness of the room, and sees the way you were curled up, the guilt washes over him again.
He knew you weren’t actually asleep, you’re on your side, not on your stomach with one leg hitched up in the way that always poked him in the back when he rolled over during the night to hold you.
His first instinct is to climb into bed and wrap himself around you, to hold you tight enough to make his heart stop hurting as he apologized for everything, but stops himself. He's known you for long enough to know that physical contact is really not something you're comfortable with when you're fighting.
So instead, he padded quietly around to the other side of the bed, where you were facing the wall, and simply sat down on the floor near your head, almost at eye level, if only you would open your eyes and look at him.
“Y/n…” He spoke softly, waiting for any sign of acknowledgement, but all he was met with was silence. “...I know you’re awake…”
You remained motionless, a convincing portrayal of sleep to anyone who didn’t know you.
He sighed. “Look, I know I shouldn’t have said any of those things to you earlier, I’m sorry… I feel awful for letting things get out of hand the way they did. Please let me fix this, I’m so, so sorry…”
Still nothing.
“Can you at least open your eyes and look at me, so I know you’re okay?” He asked quietly.
“Please, you can be mad at me, I don’t blame you, but… I can't sleep without you, it feels wrong… I love you…”
After what felt like hours, you finally peeked your eyes open, just a fraction.
“Go back to bed, Yoong. We can talk in the morning, but right now… I just need space…” You said tiredly, closing your eyes again, shutting him out of that little glimpse inside your world.
His breath caught in his throat as he stared at you, the ache in his chest growing in intensity, like someone had punched him. The painful sense of finality in your words, the thought of being exiled away from you when things were this fractured and broken, Yoongi couldn't take it. It would’ve been better if you just yelled at him, called him an asshole, anything, not this quiet and frozen silence.
He knew things were bad, he knew you were hurt and upset, and rightfully so, but this… this felt like you were giving up, on the fight, on your relationship, on him… It felt like something dying.
“N-no…”
He wasn’t even fully aware of what he was doing, his body moving on autopilot as he climbed into the bed, your back to his chest as he wrapped himself around you so tight his arms hurt, holding onto you like a lifeline, as if he is afraid you'll literally run away if he didn't.
“Please, no…” He pleaded, burying his face in your hair. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please…”
You could feel him shaking, the first few tears that hit the back of your neck making your eyes sting instantly with tears as well. You hated when he cried, each ragged hitch of his breath like a knife to your chest.
You crumpled into his embrace, holding his hands in your own, crushing them to your chest to feel him closer.
“I’m sorry too…” You whispered weakly.
The two of you just lay there together for several minutes, letting all the tension and built up emotions that you’d been holding back pour out, just holding onto each other tightly.
Eventually, the wave passed and your breathing evened out, the two of you staying pressed together as the silence fell over you again, though this time it was much less heavy.
“I’m sorry, I didn't mean anything that I said…” He mumbled softly, voice still shaky from crying. “I was just… Things have just been so hard with the comeback-”
“I know, I know.” You comforted him gently, squeezing his hand that was resting on your hip. “I just… I don’t know how to make things better for you.”
“You don’t have to, just you existing makes things better for me.” He responded, burying his face in your hair as he spoke, savoring your familiar scent.
“But how am I supposed to feel when I see you come home so worn down and exhausted?” You argued. “Last week when I came home after my fight with my boss-”
“You had a fight with your boss?” He lifted his head, meeting your eyes with concern.
“Not a big one…” You said quietly. “He tried to blame me for something that went wrong on project, and I knew it wasn’t my fault, and it just escalated-”
“-When did this happen?” He interjected again, his eyes darkening at the thought of anyone giving you a hard time.
“Last week…” You answered, glancing down.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because it wasn’t a big deal, I handled it, and you’d just got back from Jakarta and were tired-”
“I don’t give a damn about how tired I was, if something happens I want you to tell me.” He said
“Yoongi, you were practically passed out on the couch.” You argued. “If it had been something serious, I would’ve told you.”
He sighed, leaning his forehead against your back. “I just don’t like the thought of keeping things to yourself for my sake…” He said softly. “I’m your boyfriend, I’m supposed to be there for you.”
“I know, I just… I worry about you, I don’t wanna make your life more heavy.”
“Baby, the last thing you could do is make my life heavy.” He replied, nuzzling against your shoulder. “You bring so much light and joy into my world, even on our worst days, don’t ever doubt that.”
His gentle words made your eyes prick with tears again. “...I’m sorry.” You whispered.
He shushed you softly. “It’s okay, I get it, but please don’t shut me out, not when you’re hurting.”
You nodded softly. “Same goes for you…”
He hummed in agreement, kissing down your shoulder as he held you tightly, reverently, each tiny touch an apology and a promise. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” You whispered, melting into his hold.
You leaned further into his touch, head falling back against his shoulder to give better access to your neck as, hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, trying to hold onto him in some way as well, the subtle heat of his breath on the back of your neck stirring up a different flurry of emotions in the pit of your stomach, awakening a deeper need, to feel him close in every way possible.
“Yoongi…” You breathed out softly, making him tense behind you, heart pounding in his chest as he recognized the shift tone in your voice.
His touches became more insistent, gripping your hips possessively as he pressed harder against you, his lips trailing over your neck.
“Let me make you feel better,” He murmured, sucking a gentle mark on your neck."Let me love you.”
You let out a muffled sound that was very close to a whine, nodding as you pushed your hips back against his, feeling the way he was also becoming affected by the sudden change in energy, rolling your hips against him experimentally.
He groaned at the way you moved against him, helping guide your movements as he ground against you, everything about you so soft and warm and fucking perfect.
“God, I need you so bad…” He breathed, hands slipping to the waistband of your sleep shorts, hesitating for a moment in silent search of your permission, which you more than gave as you pushed them down yourself, shivering as his hands immediately began to explore the newly exposed skin.
“Fuck I’ve missed you, missed how good you feel.” He growled, hand trailing lower to caress the soft skin of your inner thighs.
“Yoongi, please.” You begged, moving against him wantonly, desperate for any bit of fraction.
“Yeah? You want me?” He questioned lowly, pushing his own pants down and freeing his already aching length. He needed you so bad, needed to have you in every way imaginable. “You sure?”
You nodded, rocking your hips back against him, allowing him to slip between your already slick folds, his tip catching at your entrance teasingly but not quite slipping in.
Yoongi felt like he had been touched with a livewire, a hiss slipping through his teeth as he tried to hold onto what little control he had. He wanted to take you slow, make you feel as loved and treasured as you were.
He let out a shuddering breath. “You’re sure?” He asked again, wanting to be absolutely certain before things got carried away.
“Mhm…” You hummed, eyes falling closed at the promise of relief, pressing your hips back more, trying to take more of him. “Please.”
He groaned softly at your response, body trembling with need and desire for you. The way you wanted him, the way you moved so sinfully perfect against him, the way you always seemed to make him lose his goddamn mind, it was almost too much to take.
He bit his lip, sinking into you slowly, feeling like his whole body was on fire with the way you felt around him.
You let out a whine as he filled you, covering your mouth to try and stifle your noises, but Yoongi was having none of that.
“Don’t.” He growled in your ear, pulling your hand away from your mouth in an almost bruising grip. “Wanna hear you, wanna know how good you feel.”
He gripped your hip tighter with his other hand, thrusting into you slow and deep, quickly finding a rhythm that had your eyes rolling back in your head.
“F-fuck, Yoongi…” You moaned, gripping onto his arms for dear life. You could feel him everywhere, around you, inside you. He was being so gentle with you, you could tell from the way he moved, rolling his hips into you rather than pounding into you like he usually did when he wanted to make you lose your mind. It was slow and soft, but that made it almost more intense, every little move a hundred times more potent.
“Fuck, love you so goddamn much.” He groaned, hips beginning to stutter as he got close, hand slipping between your thighs to find your clit and circling it furiously, wanting you to fall over the edge with him.
“Ah, god!” You jerked as if you’d been shocked, shaking and writhing in his hold as he pushed you closer to release.
“Come on baby, cum for me, let me have it.” He rumbled in your ear, nipping at the spot on your neck he knew was your weak point, sending you over the edge with a strangled cry of his name. He followed after you with a few more thrusts, spilling inside you with an almost pained groan from how tightly you were squeezing him.
“God, I can’t…” He shook his head, burying his face in your shoulder as he sucked in a ragged breath. “Are you okay?”
“Mhm, ‘m great…” You nodded, slightly dazed, chest heaving as you tried to catch your own breath.
He let out a weak chuckle, hugging you tightly. “Good.”
A comfortable silence fell over the both of you as you came down from your highs, nearly dozing off in his arms until you felt him shift slightly, preparing to pull out.
“stay…” You mumbled, holding onto his hip to keep him from pulling away, making his heart flutter at the sleepy yet tender gesture. “please?”
He nodded, settling back against you more comfortably, his arms looped around your waist to keep you close.
“I’ll stay.” He promised, his words meaning more than you could know, his mind wandering to the engagement ring box that was hidden in the back of his closet. He didn’t know how or when, but he knew he wanted to make you his forever. “I’ll stay.”
mmm my headcanon is that Taehyung eats your pretty pussy like a bear eats honey- 🍯 🐻
His arms encircle your thighs from underneath, draping them over his broad shoulders. He’s lying on his stomach, lazy and comfortable between the warmth of your plush legs. He’s drawing soft, slow kisses onto your inner thighs, and the curve between your hip and your leg. His eyes aren’t even open when you get a peek of him.
His hair is ruffled, like messy bed head. And your entire body tenses when you suddenly hear a snuuuufff! He really sniffed your drooling cunt, moaning at how sweet you smelled, his tongue flapping out as he finally cracks his eyes open to catch yours. “Sweet like honey, mmm.” And your cheeks flush.
His warm, big hands, clutch your hips to keep you in place and then his tongue flattens over your glistening folds, licking a long fat stroke all the way up to your pretty clit.
You don’t know who moans louder, you or him? All you know is your fingers are twisting into his curls while he’s nose diving closer, burying his face between your thighs. His tongue curling, twisting, and sucking - trying to get more of his honey.
yoongi stumbles next to you, steps uneven on the sidewalk, his shoulder brushing yours every few feet. the city lights flicker behind you two, making it more than obvious that it’s 3am.
“you live ten minutes away,” you mutter, not looking at him. “you couldn’t walk home alone? you really had to get your ex-girlfriend to come walk you?”
he doesn’t answer. just lets out a breath that fogs in the night air.
you glance sideways.
“come on, yoongi. entertain me a little. you miss me or something?”
“yeah.”
it’s soft.
he says it like it wasn’t meant to be said aloud. but it was. it’s out in the cold air and for some reason, warms your heart. tugs it a bit. makes you a little sad — but also relieves it.
you don’t say anything to him.
instead, you keep walking.
it’s not long before yoongi falls behind again — like he always does when he’s trying to say something but can’t. you don’t wait for him. not really. just slow down enough that the silence starts to ache.
as he trails behind you, all he can think about is how much he wants to take your hand. how much he wants to tell you he shouldn’t have stayed late at the studio all those nights. shouldn’t have let you fall asleep alone. should’ve kissed you longer in the mornings, even when he was tired. should’ve picked up the tulips you liked from that corner shop. he should’ve loved you better.
but yoongi doesn't say any of that.
partly because he has drunk texted those exact words to you last week… and the week before. and the week before that week and so on. what can he say? he’s an honest man.
when you reach his place, you punch in the code without asking. the door clicks open like your body still remembers.
you hold the door open.
“goodnight, yoongi.”
he lingers in the doorway.
“___… i—”
you sigh. exhausted. “i’m tired, yoongi. i can’t keep doing this. you can’t keep—”
“i know.” he’s still slurring, but quieter now. eyes down. “i know… so let’s just… can we stop?”
“…stop?”
his voice is smaller now. “stop not being together.”
you stare at him. he sways slightly, head hung low.
but you don’t reply.
at least, not with words.
instead, you step inside his home. you don’t speak as you help him to the bathroom. just move around him like muscle memory — towel over the rack, warm water turned on, his toothbrush set out beside the sink. he peels off his clothes slowly, dragging fabric over skin like it weighs more than it should.
you don’t look.
you just whisper, “don’t fall asleep in there,” and close the door behind you.
then, yoongi showers.
he lets the steam choke the scent of whiskey off his skin — lets the water pour down his neck until his chest starts to hurt in that familiar way it does when he thinks too long about you.
about all the ways he lost you.
about how it’s his fault. how he should’ve tried harder, and this is just a stupid classic cliche about the guy who didn’t know what he had until he lost it. though cliche, he never knew how much it would hurt. how much missing you would plunge into his heart and leave him aching.
when he steps out, yoongi dries his hair half-heartedly, towel rough against damp strands. he thinks he hears you leave. his heart drops, but he doesn’t feel any resentment. if you want to go, you should go.
he just wishes you’d stay one of these nights.
… but when he pads out of the bathroom, shirt clinging to his still-wet back, he sees you.
you’re curled up on top of his sheets, fast asleep.
you didn’t leave.
his heart stutters at the sight.
something about the slope of your back. your socked foot dangling slightly off the edge of the mattress. your fingers twitching in sleep, like you’re reaching for something even now.
yoongi climbs in gently. like he’s not sure if he’s allowed. he slides under the covers without a sound, his body inching toward yours little by little until his forehead rests against your shoulder blade.
and then — slowly — he wraps his arm around your waist.
he waits.
for rejection — for anything.
but your hand finds his. you guide him closer. and then, in a voice so soft it barely breaks the silence—
I was on a roll today, and didn’t expect this to happen, butttt I saw this pic and went on a tangent! Enjoyyyy 😘 and Merry Christmas you filthy whores 😉 ~Kayla
So you work on the set of his music video, and you’ve worked with him for a bit. He’s extremely kind, albeit a little shy. And you’d have to be blind if you didn’t think he was pretty.
You just didn’t know he was built.
Until today.
You had been busy cleaning up your supplies while they were shooting in case touch ups were needed.
So to say you were surprised when you finished straightening up and went to watch was… an understatement.
You were in the middle of taking a drink when you saw him. He was drenched form head to toe and his shirt was clinging to his abs (which you didn’t even know he had? In hindsight, you should have, you just never thought of it. Well, tried not to anyway) and his pants. Oh god they were clinging to his very obvious bulge. There was no hiding that.
You choked on your drink when you noticed, coughing and sputtering. Jungkook smirks as he starts to walk by, having seen where you were looking. He pauses by you and leans down to your ear.
“Careful baby, I’d rather you choke on what you had your eyes on” he whispers, winking with a smirk as he walks off, causing you to watch him with wide eyes before following him to the back.
If you were already caught, might as well have your fun.
“lavender haze means the 'all-encompassing love glow.'”
yoongi x reader
genre: fluff
word count: 300+
a/n: i miss + love you guys!!!
looking out over the colorful city of seoul, you inhale the familiar earthy scents of october, leaning to the left to properly nuzzle your cheek into the warm fuzz of yoongi’s sweater.
gradually, summer has faded into fall, and the reintroduction of cold mornings is something you are still grappling with.
but life has been slower lately — more peaceful. your boyfriend has made it part of your routine to meet on the balcony in the late afternoon, when your respective work days are finished and the last of the sun is washing over your patio space.
“it’s getting colder,” he muses with a purse of his lips, tilting his head back to feel the last of the sun’s heat for the day.
you feel an immense amount of emotions as you glance over to the vision of him. your yoongi. soft skin glowing in the light, long sections of dark hair swept over his cheeks and pushed behind his ears, pink pout lifted in a content grin.
in his left hand he swirls a glass of whiskey, the ice clinking together being just one of the minimal sounds muffled by the bustling city below you.
his right hand is occupied playing with your fingers, tracing his pointer finger around your ring finger, eyes remaining shut.
“i wanna marry you in the fall,” yoongi seems to think out loud, his murmured words inciting a swell of warmth to your chest.
you sat for a moment in silence, wondering what you did to deserve such a gentle person in your life. he was soft in every action — every word spoken to you held tenderness and care.
scooting over in your chair, you wrap your arms around his neck, leaving a peck against the corner of his mouth.
you grin as he turns his head so that his lips can touch yours properly, pressing one, two, three smooches before leaning your forehead against his temple.
“hm,” you exhale, “what if i wanted to be a june bride?” you tease, giggling when you see the corner of his lips break into teeth-baring grin.
IN WHICH... namjoon discovers he is able to communicate with a mysterious stranger through a ham radio across time and their lives are forever changed !
━━━ A/N... dedicated to that special friend who is eternal when it comes to my heart. happiest day to you hyo, i love you now and throughout time ♡!
