hello, my loves! i'm back i guess? i have updated the masterlist, so here we are♡
please let me know of you feel i have labeled my posts wrong in terms of angst or triggers, and we can look into it together!! thank you x
also, take these labels with a pinch of salt as i have zero clue what the damn hell i write :)
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fluff; ᰔ
angsty-ish; ☁︎
triggering; TW
suggestive, and i use that term loosely; ༄
stupid/attempted humor; 𓍯
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stray kids
bang chan
ink, a bang chan series (finished)
part zero, part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten, part eleven, part twelve, part thirteen, part fourteen, part fifteen ᰔ ☁︎ 𓍯
bang chan drabble, “can i sleep here tonight?” ☁︎
bang chan drabble, “the one where the dog gets away.” ☁︎
bang chan drabble, “exhausted.” ☁︎
bang chan social media ᰔ 𓍯
bang chan drabble, “figure it out.” ᰔ ☁︎
bang chan drabble, "bunny." 𓍯
bang chan drabble, "home." ᰔ
bang chan drabble, “quiet” ᰔ
bang chan drabble, "nightfood" ᰔ 𓍯
a year with bang chan; ᰔ
january 2nd
february 14th
march 2nd
april 17thmay 30th
june 4th
july 14th
august 1st
september 12th
october 3rd
november 1st
december 31st
lee know
lee minho drabble, “water.” ☁︎
lee minho drabble, "whale watchers". ᰔ
changbin
seo changbin social media ᰔ 𓍯
valkyrie street, a seo changbin series (coming) ᰔ ☁︎ ༄ 𓍯
hyunjin
hwang hyunjin drabble, “i’m right here.” ᰔ ☁︎ TW
han
han jisung social media ᰔ 𓍯
han jisung drabble, "cruise ships" ᰔ
felix
lee felix drabble, "how incredible." ᰔ ☁︎
seungmin
none yet
i.n
yang jeongin drabble “inside beauty.” ☁︎ᰔ
group and plurals
stray kids reaction to their soft s/o accidentally cursing ᰔ
stray kids reaction to their girlfriend flinching ☁︎
stray kids reaction to their s/o sleeping in their bed ᰔ
stray kids reaction to their s/o filming an intimate scene ᰔ
stray kids reaction to their relationship going public ᰔ
stray kids reaction to their s/o being shy about their singing-talents ᰔ 𓍯
stray kids reaction; everyday texts ᰔ 𓍯
stray kids reaction; love at first sight ᰔ
stray kids reaction; realizing they love you ᰔ
stray kids reaction: dancing with you at 2am ᰔ
stray kids as taylor swift songs ᰔ𓍯
bang chan & hwang hyunjin drabble, “1. 16. 33.” ᰔ ☁︎ TW-ish
3racha reaction to ice skating ᰔ 𓍯
3racha reaction to their girlfriend being from a different country ᰔ
stray kids drabble, "twisty-tie." ᰔ
stray kids drabble, “tan lines and late nights.” ᰔ
stray kids texts, summer edition ᰔ
dating bang chan ᰔ𓍯
dating lee know ᰔ 𓍯
dating changbin ᰔ 𓍯
dating hyunjin ᰔ 𓍯
dating han ᰔ 𓍯
dating felix ᰔ 𓍯
dating seungmin ᰔ 𓍯
dating i.n ᰔ 𓍯
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bts
rm
kim mamjoon drabble, “drunk.” ᰔ
kim mamjoon drabble, "chai lattes." ᰔ
kim namjoon drabble, "go to gate." ᰔ
kim namjoon drabble, "2. 21. 50." ☁︎
kim namjoon drabble, "9:52pm" ᰔ
v
kim taehyung drabble, "the ringing of a library." ☁︎
group and plurals
rm, suga, j-hope drabble, “ddaeng.” ༄
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extras
pick a number
name playlists
sasha
leigh anne
leilah
alice
rubina
grace
darryl
former
day6
day6 reaction to kissing their crush ᰔ
day6 reaction to being in a long-distance relationship ᰔ
day6 at their wedding ᰔ
kim wonpil drabble, "highschool!au" ᰔ
got7
im jaebeom drabble, “cravings” ᰔ
monsta x
shin hoseok drabble, “you make me feel alive.” ᰔ
im changkyun drabble, “are you really in love with him?” ᰔ
im changkyun drabble, “10. 45. 49.” ᰔ ☁︎(?)
chae hyungwon drabble, “oceans.” ᰔ ☁︎
chae hyungwon drabble, “1. 38. 41.” ᰔ
lee jooheon, drabble “I Love You.” ᰔ
nct
jung jaehyun drabble, “for you” ☁︎ TW
seventeen
seventeen reaction to asking you to be their girlfriend ᰔ
seventeen hip hop unit at their wedding ᰔ
seventeen reaction to you overhearing them confess their feelings for you ᰔ
seventeen reaction to meeting their ex girlfriend ᰔ
Feel free to request, but please read the rules first! Thank you x
“On a typical Saturday, a near-fatal accident destroyed his eyesight.
Now Park Jimin feared Saturdays.
Whether it was the most beautiful, clear day out or a rough, raging storm. Every Saturday, he would go into hiding, away from the world, away from any danger.
But then Min Yoongi shows up, picking up the little pieces of life Jimin lost and tries to show him that Saturdays can be, in fact, the safest day of the week.”
A/N: Every chapter switches perspectives, the name of that person (Jimin/Yoongi) will be in bold before the start of the chapter.
JIMIN
He didn’t know what kind of dream he had. As soon as Jimin slipped into consciousness, it all turned into a blur. His head was dizzy from the morphine, something thick was wrapped around his eyes.
Groaning quietly, he heard footsteps approach his bed. “Are you awake Jimin? It’s Doctor Oh.”
Slowly becoming fully awake and fully aware of his surroundings, he lifted a hand toward the direction of the voice as he felt the unfamiliar hand, assuming it was the doctor’s taking it. “Did it go well?”
“The operation was successful, Park Jimin, congratulations.” Smiling nervously, Jimin lightly laughed at his response. “You’ve slept long enough for your eyes to start the healing process. In fact, if you feel ready, we can take off the bandage now.”
Jimin’s heart thumped in his chest. Colors. He’d see colors again. “Is he here, Doctor Oh?”
“He’s in the room with us, but I warned him not to be too loud. The morphine can make your ears sensitive to sounds. Now, are you ready?”
Hesitating for a moment, suddenly scared of what he would expect, he finally nodded as he felt the doctor's hand work the bandage on the back of his head.
The pressure of the bandage loosened as it unwrapped from his head, his own fingers trembling from excitement. Once it was completely off, Doctor Oh pulled the cotton pads off of his eyelids. “There you go.”
Jimin kept his eyes squeezed shut, frozen. He was so scared. What if it wasn’t everything he thought it’d be? What if Yoongi didn’t like that Jimin would be able to see him? What if the world appeared much scarier than he remembered?
“Jimin?” He heard the doctor call his name softly. “You can open your eyes now.”
Slowly opening his eyelids, his heart came to a still. Despite it being half opened, he made out colors already, and blurry shapes. Opening his eyes all the way, Jimin stared at the wall in front of him in the dim room. It was far too blurry for him to make out anything specific yet.
Giving it a few minutes, his vision began to clear up as he recognized a stool and a few paintings decorating one of the walls. Shifting his eyes toward the right, he spotted a man wearing a white jacket with a wide grin on his face. “Doctor Oh.” Jimin smiled.
He held up a small mirror in his hands as Jimin peered into it with a quiet gasp. His face. He was looking at his own face. It was different from what he remembered. His eyes were darker, his frazzled pumpkin colored hair poked upwards. It had been two years since he saw his own face. Two years he aged and saw something unfamiliar looking back at him. He forced himself to hold back the tears of happiness, admiring every little detail of his own appearance.
Spotting another person behind him in the reflection, his head turned in the opposite direction of the room where the second figure quietly stood.
His face was round and tan sporting one of the biggest, boxy smiles. But it looked very familiar, like he’d known it all his life. “Taehyung?” Jimin’s eyes widened in surprise, taking in the appearance of his best friend. “You’ve...gotten so old.”
“Excuse me, you’re seeing this handsome face for the first time in two years and that’s the first thing that popped in your mind? I’m offended.” Taehyung playfully ran a hand through his pumpkin hair.
“Well, seeing that the surgery was very successful and you’re not having any issues, I’m going to run to the nurse’s desk and ask her to get your prescriptions ready. I’ll leave you be with your friend for now. Congratulations again, Mr. Park.” The doctor pat his shoulder before exiting the room, leaving the two boys in silence.
“Taehyung, where’s Yoongi?”
“What do you mean?”
Jimin searched the dark room with his eyes, taking in the overwhelming amount of shapes he recognized as well as new ones he’d never seen before. “Yoongi. He was here before I went into surgery. He said he’d be in this room.”
“Jimin?” A flicker of confusion was seen on his face. “He’s not here.”
He froze momentarily before laughing. “Stop kidding around. Did he go to the bathroom? Or to get some coffee? He made a promise that he’d let me see him the moment I woke up. Where...where is he?”
Taehyungs features were stoic, his jaw clenched. “Jimin, no one was here when I came.”
Realizing that Taehyung’s tone was serious, which was an extremely rare event, the realization hit him like a pile of bricks. “That can’t be. Why would he leave?” Jimin pulled the IV out of his arm and jumped off the bed as Taehyung shouted behind him. “Yoongi?” Jimin ran out into the busy hallway, scattered with nurses, wheelchairs and gurneys. The sight of it overwhelmed him, a growing headache pounded in his head.
“Yoongi, where are you?” He called out, waiting for a familiar voice to respond. Instead of hearing one, Taehyung grabbed Jimin’s shoulders, pulling him back into the room.
“You idiot! Are you trying to throw all of this to waste? You just got out of surgery!” Taehyung yelled, but Jimin wasn’t listening. He leaned against the bed, slightly rocking himself back and forth as his mind was filled with questions.
Where was Yoongi? Why didn’t he stay? Why did he leave him on a Saturday? Jimin couldn’t go anywhere without him on Saturdays.
As his breath quickened, realizing he was out of the safety of his apartment without Yoongi, visions of the crash flickered through his mind. The headlights were brighter than ever, the classical song echoed in his ears.
“If you ever fall back into your previous state, or something triggers you, you have to remember that you will not get hurt.”
Forget what Yoongi said, forget any of that. His comfort was gone. His safe place was gone. The person he grew to love was gone. A sense of emptiness took over his chest.
“Jimin...Jimin are you listening to me?”
“Can I have some water?” He whispered quietly as Taehyung gave in with a sigh, nodding at his request. Walking to the other side of the bed to get the water, Taehyung spotted something and picked it up with curiosity.
“Jimin, this has your name on it.” Jimin’s head spun around as he eyed Taehyung holding a little, neatly folded object.
“Let me see it.” He took it from Taehyung’s hands, carefully unfolding the piece of paper, flattening out the creases. Words were scribbled on it, but it had been so long since he read something, and it was still too blurry for him.
“Taehyung, can you read this for me?”
Taking the paper from his hands, he carefully and slowly read the letter out loud with a pained expression, a choked gasp coming from Jimin.
Jimin’s eyes burned as tears poured down his cheeks. Taehyung tried his best to console his broken hearted best friend, but he knew anything he said would be useless at the moment.
As Jimin took the paper in his hands, forcing himself to read the letter, trying to understand the curves and scribbles written across it, hot tears dripped onto it, causing the ink to smear.
His legs gave out as he collapsed toward the ground, his best friend wrapping an arm over his shoulder for support. “You idiot!” Jimin shouted as he sobbed loudly, the paper crinkling in his hands. He could only hear the sound of his own heart shattering into a million pieces, the feeling of a chunk of him being forcefully ripped away. “You absolute and complete asshole, Min Yoongi!”
Park Jimin,
I know I made a promise. I know I was supposed to be in that room when you woke up. You’re probably mad at me. That’s okay, I would be too.
From the very moment I met you, Jimin, I knew you were something special. I never showed it at first, but as time went by, it grew harder and harder to keep my distance. I was never able to say this, but my feelings for you grew tremendously. So much that it hurt every time I looked into your eyes. Every time that you laughed. Every time I watched you trip over something and had to refrain myself from laughing.
I wanted to stay by your side every day, hold your hand and hear you describe all the things you could see. I wanted to watch you play at the arcade with your friends on a Saturday evening without a single worry about your past. I wanted to play you my songs on the piano and get your opinion on whether I should change some notes or not. I wanted to wake up to you beside me in the mornings, watching your smile shine brighter than the sun that hadn’t risen yet.
I wanted to tell you these things countless times, but I could never find the courage to do so.
Due to unavoidable circumstances, I had to leave Seoul and deal with family matters. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you this. I planned on doing so, but as time passed by, it got harder to find the the will to say it. At this point, being the coward I am, it was easier to leave without a word than to watch you fall apart.
But Jimin, you must remember the things I told you earlier. You must never let this get in your way nor the other struggles you come across. Continue living how you have.
pairing— min yoongi x reader
genre/warnings— smut
words— 4,307
original story— here
request— yoongi’s point of view in buzz 1.0
» 1.0 :: 2.0 :: 3.0 ✓
“Did you hear about Namjoon the other day? He totally—
Yoongi’s words ceased in his throat as he entered your bedroom, flinging the door open loudly, having already started conversation. It was often he let himself inside, having learnt the code to your apartment months ago now. It didn't cross his mind that he could ever be interrupting you with something… or in this case catching you with something…
Catching you with what though, he didn't see because one minute you were moving quickly, opening your drawer to put something inside, the next you were sitting up straight, the most forced relaxed expression on your face, but he heard a light thud hit the floor and then a rolling noise. Whatever you had dropped had missed its destination and was now under the bed…
“What are you doing?” He asked, narrowing his eyes, accusation already in his voice. Whatever you were hiding from him, he wanted to know.
“What are you doing?” You shot, obviously trying to change the subject. “Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude not to knock—or enter someone's key code to make yourself at home?”
“People only say that when they're up to something… What was it that you dropped on the floor just now?” He asked, going straight for the point, a frown of thought on his face as he looked over your body before he adverted his gaze and shuffled. Your vest top was riding up and he could see the smooth skin of your stomach from where he stood, as well as one of your straps had fallen down your shoulder and just like magic, you pulled it up quickly.
Shit. You'd noticed him. He wasn't a pervert—honest. It was just hard keeping his cool sometime when he was pretty sure he had a major crush on you—his friend.
“I didn't drop anything.” You answered defiantly, looking him in the eyes, and he cleared his throat, ignoring his little moment of weakness to turn into Sherlock Holmes.
“I heard it though.” He challenged.
“You must be hearing things then.” You quipped.
“I saw it though.” He said slowly, eyes narrowed.
“Then you must be seeing things.” You answered lightning fast, pretty obviously wanting him to shut the fuck up, but he was Min Yoongi—he was annoying, so he kept on going.
“Swear on your cat’s life you didn't drop anything.” He ordered, feeling smug as he folded his arms in front of chest. You loved your cat more than anything—you wouldn't lie if it involved him.
“He has a name.” You scolded.
“Fine! Swear on George’s life then.” He rushed, sighing loudly, desperate for you to give in and tell him what had rolled under the bed.
“HA! See, I knew you were hiding something!” He yelled with glee, as he watched you balk, smiling wildly as he pointed his finger at you. “I’ll just have to look for myself then, won't I?”
Honestly, by now he was acting on autopilot. He wasn't even thinking about what could be under there, if he was he probably would have realised long along what it was, but he was Yoongi—he didn't think, and besides, he liked winding you up—you looked cute when you were mad.
He rounded the corner of your bed, dipping to his knees quickly before craning his neck to look under the bed, that's when he heard the bed creek and then your hands were gripping his shoulders, trying to push him away.
“Yoongi, get lost! Stop being a weirdo!” You screamed, as he dodged away from your grip and duck his head under the bed further, giggling all the while as he scurried under like some soldier.
He felt you at his legs then, having jumped off the bed, tugging with all your strength but to no avail, so instead you climbed on top of him and he felt you tug at his t-shirt.
“I don't see what you're freaking out about… what on earth could you be hiding under here?” He asked, voice muffled in his ears as he used his arms and hands to flail about on the carpet, hoping to catch on to something.
Finally, he felt something, an ‘ah-ha’ leaving him as he reached for whatever had caught the edge of his fingers and once it was in his hand he began to backwards shuffle out, curiosity gnawing at him as he muttered out “what the hell is this?” It was cold and small in his closed palm but as he came out from under the darkness, he sat up on his knees, feeling you slid of his body slowly as he opened his palm to reveal the mystery item.
His eyes widened a little as he took the object in, mouth parted in perplexity as he blinked, letting everything settle in, before a grin appeared on his face instead. It was a vibrator. A purple fucking vibrator, no bigger than a lipstick.
“You were about to flick the bean?” He questioned gleefully, ignoring the burst of excitement that shot through him. He could have walked in on you masturbating. That thought was both arousing and embarrassing at the same time, but ever the professional—and king at pushing down his feelings, he ignored all this and carried on teasing you. This was too fun.
“Ménage à moi? Some DIY time? Buttering your muffin—
“I wasn't—and stop being so crude!” You insisted, cutting him short.
He ignored you, plopping down on the side of the bed and still holding the evidence in his hand. “What would you have done if I'd walked in and you'd been there…naked…” he mused, trying to find the right words, and for a moment he thought he gave the game away—no friend should be imagining any situation like that, but you retaliated quickly, oblivious to his mishap.
“Well first, you wouldn't be walking right on in as if you owned the place, if you just knocked the stupid door like everyone else!” You snapped, getting up finally and folding your arms in a huff. “And second, it wouldn't have happened because I wasn't doing anything.”
“Oh, yeah, sure,” he said, wanting to roll his eyes, but stuck for raising his eyebrow instead. “You just happened to be laying on your bed with a vibrator in hand just about to do some night time knitting.”
“Honestly—I wasn’t—
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Y/N.” He interrupted, and then to lighten the mood and make you feel better, he shrugged, “I mean—I beat the stick like twice a week. It’s natural—everyone does it!”
He watched you grimace, before murmuring, “don't,” your eyes fluttering closed.
“Oh, come on! Don’t be embarrassed that I caught you!” He whined. It was no time to be shy—what's done was done. “There’s nothing wrong with it! Everyone needs an orgasm weekly to keep them going.”
Yoongi noticed you begin to blush and he smiled, wanting to tease you some more, “Is someone blushing over the word orgasm?”
“Can you just stop now?! Get out if you’re just gonna tease me.” You shot, but he noticed you weren't exactly angry, more like mortified.
“What? So I can leave you alone with your little friend?” He smirked, holding the cylinder up and watching it shine under the overhead light. “Let you get that orgasm you’ve been wanting all day?”
“Stop saying the word orgasm!” You hissed.
“Orgasm, orgasm, orgasm,” he began to repeat childishly, watching you physically cringe before he cocked his head to ask another question. “Is someone just pissy cos I interrupted her orgasm? Gosh, I didn’t know you needed one so ba—
“I’ve never had one, okay?” You blurted out, interrupting him and he stilled, his eyes widening, the last syllable on his tongue falling short as he straightened up, his eyebrows furrowing as he struggled for words.
“What do you mean?” He finally asked. It had to be impossible for you NEVER to have received an orgasm. Everyone could have one, right?
“I mean, I’ve never had an orgasm—at least, I’m pretty sure I haven’t.” You admitted, unable to meet his eyes, using sarcasm to hide your uncomfortableness, and he watched you fiddle with your thumbs.
“How?” He deadpanned, genuinely shocked and confused, dropping the vibrator to the bed. “You’ve had sex before, so how come those men haven’t ever given you one?”
He watched you stutter, your cheeks darkening further at his direct questions but he couldn't stop. He didn't understand why he felt angry for you, as if you'd been conned out of something really good—something you deserved, something every woman deserved.
“They obviously don’t know how to pleasure a woman then, do they? Or, probably just only care about getting themselves off…” He scoffed, and you finally looked up to watch him, confusion flashing in your eyes.
“You’ve never given yourself one either?” He questioned again, ignoring your whine as he turned into some sort of sex doctor.
“Yoongiii…” you howled, a pout appearing on your face.
“Come on! Answer me,” he urged, and surprisingly you listened straight away, jumping a little at your tone.
“…No…I always get bored trying… Maybe I just can’t do it…” you admitted, your voice non-existent by now, but he heard you anyway.
“Bullshit—everyone can get themselves off, you just need to know how… and be willing…”
As the words fell from him, his eyes glided to the vibrator, flickering back and forth as he contemplated something. Something that could change your friendship forever, and no matter how much he liked you and have may or may-not imagined him and you getting intimate on more than one occasion, he told himself he was absolutely not using this opportunity to get inside your pants! He just wanted to help you—he couldn't believe you had gone through twenty-four years of your life without an orgasm. It was atrocious, and those men who had been lucky enough to share your bed should feel ashamed of themselves… greedy, selfish bastards…
“Let me help you, then.”
The words were out before he could think it through properly, and then you began to laugh hysterically, but then you took one look at his face and you realised he was being deadly serious—of course he was, he would never joke around about something like this and your laugh died off weakly.
“What?” You all but whispered.
“It will be fine! I mean, I’ve never used one of these things before,” he motioned, picking the vibrator up again, “but it can’t be that difficult – it vibrates for crying out loud. Anything that vibrates has to be good!”
He pressed the button on the top, buzzing it to life as he examined it, before turning to look at you again, a small smile on his face. This was a good idea. A friend helping out another friend—purely platonic. A favour for a favour—you could owe him back next time in the shape of takeout or something.
“How about it? What are friends for, right? I can’t let you go through life not ever having an orgasm…”
“Yea, but what if I have—I just didn’t know…”
You were trying to sneak out of it, but he could tell by the way you were acting you were contemplating it, your eyes were flickering all over the room before landing on the vibrator.
“You’d know if you’d ever received one—trust me! Now—yes?” He asked again, sitting back further on the bed as he pulled his legs up to cross them, the vibrating tube still in his hands. He studied it once more—it couldn't be that hard, right? Instead of his thumb it would be this silicone thing—it would be easy—he believed in himself!
“I can’t—it’s light in here. Also—just no!” You blurted out suddenly.
“I’ll turn off the light. I won’t be able to see anything – it’ll be blurry.”
He didn't want to seem pushy or anything, but now he'd gotten the idea, he couldn't shake it. He would not enjoy it whatsoever…it was just a service he was providing. He knew you'd thank him in the end…if you just gave in. He watched you hesitate for a second, before walking towards the bed, one knee climbing atop of it and he jumped up on his knees, switching the vibrator off, his head cocked to the side as he tried to contain his excitement…excitement because he was happy for his friend…that was all. You were finally going to experience an orgasm! This was reason to celebrate!
“Yes?” He pressed, wanting you to give him permission before he took it as a yes, and you nodded weakly.
He jumped off the bed and raced to the light, snapping the switch and with that you were left in darkness, the moonlight the only thing leading him back to the bed. He was way too eager for this, he needed to calm himself down, and as he knelt back on the bed he took a deep breath, relaxing himself—this was all for you, he would take no pleasure in this what's so ever. He waited patiently for you to sit back, watching your silhouette finally jump into action as you sat down, legs open. Fuck—you even looked good in silhouette form, he was fucked. He should probably just run away right now, but he couldn’t…he'd made an offer and he had to follow through. He would just have to bleach out his brain when he got home because he would never be able to get the image of you orgasming out of his head otherwise.
He shuffled closer, his right hand reaching for the vibrator again and then he went for your thigh with his other, before drawing back when he felt sparks fly off it—okay, no touching it was then…
“Maybe you should take off your sweats,” he said awkwardly, coughing to try and clear the gruffness that had appeared in his voice.
“Look away then,” you ordered him, and he scoffed. How did you except him to do this if he couldn't use his bloody eyes? However, he did as he was told, turning his head to the side as he waited patiently.
“Fine—but I can’t look away for the whole of it. I need my eyes for this.” He muttered, his eyes focusing hard on your wall as he heard you shuffle around with your clothes and once he heard them drop to the floor he turned back, his eyes making sure to stay at your face for the time being as he shuffled closer on his knees.
“Okay—now lay back so your head’s on the pillow and spread your legs a little, I need to fit in—plant your feet on the bed or something,” he whispered.
In his peripheral he could see your legs spreading as you laid back and his eyes fell to your breasts, your nipples visible under the thin fabric of your vest and he was gone, something stirring in the pit of his stomach and something in his pants twitched. Oh god—this was so wrong. If you knew he was getting hard over this you'd freak out, and he took another deep breath knowing he had to look between your legs to make this work, otherwise he was going to look like a fool when he couldn't make you come.
He watched you scrunch your eyes closed and with that he looked down, feeling his heart plummet into his stomach the same time his dick stiffened in his pants. Great. He was done for. You were naked from the waist down right in front of his eyes and he wanted to die. You were already wet, glistening in the moonlight and he held back a choke. He wasn't going to last the next half an hour and he willed himself to move closer, intoxicated by your scent. You let out a shuddery breath as his shoulders brushed against your thighs and he urged himself to speak.
“Don’t be nervous,” he reassured you, but it was for him a little too. “I’ll make you feel good.”
This was a service. He was doing you a favour. He shuffled closer, bringing the vibrator closer to you as he stared intently, mesmerised almost.
“If it makes you feel better, just think of me as an extension of the vibrator – it now has a right arm and a body,” he said light-heartedly, warning himself more than anything, too.
He watched you take a deep breath as he pressed the rubber against your centre and he began to move up and down, warming you up and trying to make you ease into. You squirmed a little and he dragged it down, swirling it against your opening and his breath stuttered as he felt it dip in slightly, your arousal wetting the toy as he let it fall between your legs, letting you feel for yourself.
“You're wet already, it must be working…” he breathed, the air dense as he brought it back up to your clit and he switched it on, making you gasp out in shock.
You instantly went to close your legs, hitting Yoongi in the process and he whispered, “open them again,” his eyes fixated on your lower half, his tongue pushing against his lower lip as he massaged circles against you and you listened instantly.
“Does it feel nice?” He questioned, his eyes lingering on his actions before he looked up at you, and you nodded, biting down on your lip. “Maybe you should stop biting your lip then. It will feel even better if you make some noise—trust me. Just take a deep breath and enjoy
—just feel it.” He advised, and you nodded again, laying your head back and parting your mouth slightly.
He pressed down harder, letting the vibrations fall against you and you gasped, a choked moan leaving your throat and Yoongi’s chest glowed—so did his dick.
“Yea—just like that. Move your hips a bit too…” he urged, getting into it now, his voice croaky, and he went to touch your hip but second guessed himself—he may lose full control then. He wanted to touch you so badly, but he had already pushed his luck, he was getting more than he deserved.
To gain his thoughts back he began twisting the vibrator over you again, watching you circle your hips against it and you pressed your head into the pillow, pressing your feet down into the bed too, but one slipped and landed on the top of his thigh. He panicked, feeling your foot on his dick and moved back quickly, letting it fall back to the bed as he tried to keep calm. Were you going to stop this whole thing now? Kick him out for being such a pervert? But to his surprise you ignored it, not looking at him, but not pulling away either, and he quickly pressed down harder, chasing the moans that had begun to fall out your mouth.
He couldn't take his eyes off you as you lifted your hand to your face, trying to shield the pleasure that was falling out of you, but Yoongi had never seen anything so beautiful and a groan left his mouth as he watched you, transfixed, until you lifted your head to look at him, your mouth open in confusion. He looked between you and your crotch and realised he had slipped down, too overcome with watching you to remember to move and he stuttered, hastily moving back to your centre.
“Oh shit – sorry,” he apologised, unsure if he could ever explain this after the moment was over. He was sure you had realised he was acting strange, and with that thought, he froze, feeling your foot inch closer to his thigh once again—but this time on purpose. You knew he was hard and you were putting your foot there. You knew.
His heart began to thud against his ribcage, and he kept his gaze on your mound as he felt you begin to message the flat of your foot over him and he held back a groan, watching the glistening of your arousal coat the inside of your thighs. You were so wet right now. He was sure he could slip two of his fingers in and make you feel even better, but he didn't, not having the balls to, even though he knew you had both crossed the line a long time ago.
He began to hasten his movements with every flex of your foot as you whined out, your legs falling further open as he pressed harder, the buzzing ringing in his ears.
“Yeah,” he agreed, completely lost, “It feels better the wider you let your legs fall. Take as much as you can,” he got out, his voice gruff and you moaned out, the sound travelling straight to his crotch. He was so hard it was beginning to get painful and he let himself think of how it would feel to be inside you…your wet, warm walls hugging him as you screamed his name; half of it already becoming a reality as he did indeed hear his name fall off your lips, a quiet mantra that clouded his brain.
He choked, moving closer to you as he grit out more words, finding it hard to piece a sentence together, “You can feel it building up, right?”
You seemed lost for words too but he felt you squeeze your toes around him, watching your stomach clench and your thighs begin to shake, your muscles tense. “You're gonna come soon—I told you I can make you feel good.”
He could make you feel even better too—if you let him. He was losing himself now, words falling from him without thinking, in-between grunts as he watched you writher about under his touch.
“Stop moving your hips now, just take it—I promise it will feel good” and at his words, his palm fell against your lower stomach, finally giving in and touching you, pressing down and stalling your movements. The feel of your skin tingled through his nerves and now he had touched you there was no turning back, feeling your stomach heave and clench under him.
“Yoongi, I think I'm gonna—
“Shhh, I can make it feel better—just keep still,” he bit out, his face contorted in his own pleasure—pleasure at making you feel this good. The atmosphere was so intense, he never wanted it to end, and you stared down at him as he slid his palm downwards his index and middle finger parting to spread your lower lips apart, making the vibrator reach everywhere as he held you down.
You moaned out, your breath shuddering in shock as you watched him touch you and your foot slid off him in shock, flailing around to try and grip onto the bed as he knew the feeling had taken over. He was going to make you come, and he moved closer again, hunched over your heat as he sped the toy against you, his breathing mangled as he bit down on his lip, desperation filling him as he grunted out, taking you to the end and beyond if it was possible.
“Come for me, Y/N—I know you want to. Let yourself go,” he panted and his dirty words seemed to do the trick as you cried out, your body convulsing, the syllables of his name leaving your tongue as he almost felt the burst of pleasure come out of you, your eyes clenched, your whole body vibrating and he watched you all the while, obscenities leaving his mouth. Fuck, fuck, fuck, his movements slowing down to let you ride out your high.
Your breathing was still ragged when you opened your eyes to look at him, blown out and watching him as if you wanted more and he realised he must have looked the same, because in this moment in time he had never wanted a person as much as he did you. A little crush was nothing to what he was feeling now—his heart banging out of his chest as desire ran through his veins, rushing through his ears and flashing in his eyes. He wanted you. You were more than just a friend—you'd always been, he was just too cowardly to tell you. Not now though, not now you'd done this. Didn't you see he was made for you? No other guy had been able to pleasure like this—just him. He wanted you…and it seemed like you wanted him too.
He pulled the vibrator away from you and chucked it across the room, diving between your legs and over you in one fluid motion, until he felt your lips against his, not bothering to think for one moment that you might reject him, but thankfully—even though he'd known the moment you'd looked at him with eyes that needed him, you wouldn't—his tongue met yours instantly and he kissed you hungrily and sloppily, pressing his hardness into your wet, bare core, his breath ragged as his hands travelled over your body, desperate to touch what had been out of bounds for so long.
“FUCK—that was so hot. You're so hot—fuck, fuck, fuck,” he rasped out, not being able to explain himself very well as he was overcome with lust and he kissed down you jaw, his tongue finding your earlobe as he dipped it inside, eliciting another moan out of you, the same time his hands came out and cupped your breasts.
Make or Break // Rap Monster (Virgo) x You (Sagittarius) Scenario
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Request: Namjoon / Rapmon x Sagittarius
A/N: I had angsty feels while writing this but I think it described the kind of relationship such a pairing may have. Maybe it won’t always be like this but at some point, such a scenario may take place. Side note, thank you for your patience. <3
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You put a pause to the music blasting through your speakers before grabbing your water bottle and chugging down the liquid, soothing your parched throat. Grabbing the small towel hanging on the seat, you pat it against the beads of sweat trickling down your forehead. You’re still panting, which is expected after hours of practicing your new dance routine. You begin to space out, recalling the incident from last night before heaving a long, heavy sigh.
Almost on cue, the door to dance studio opens, revealing seven familiar figures. You greet them with your eye smile before packing up your items, knowing that it’s their turn to use the studio.
“Oh? You’re leaving already?” one of them, known as Taehyung, asks.
“Yeah,” you reply. “It’s your turn to use the studio anyway.”
Hearing that, they raise a brow.
“What are you on about? You always stay,” the guy known as Yoongi says, finding it odd since you’re not a stranger to them. You avert your eyes to the floor for a bit before looking up and giving them a shrug.
“I guess not today,” you reply with a half-smile. That’s when they notice the tension in the air. They watch as you lock eyes with your boyfriend, Namjoon, from across the room. You say nothing and neither does he. The air of silence lingers between the two of you as you stare at each other. Not long after, you tear your eyes away from him and bid goodbye to the rest, your eye smile returning as though everything is fine. With that, you take your leave, brushing past Namjoon as he keeps his eyes averted from you.
The tense air dissipates from the room once you leave and almost immediately, Jin turns to Namjoon.
“Did you two fight again?”
Namjoon nods, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“Wanna go talk to her?” Jin asks only to receive a shake of the head in response.
Your eyes are fixed onto your television screen but your thoughts trail elsewhere, replaying the fight you had with your boyfriend last night. It wasn’t the first time the two of you fought. In fact, you’ve had countless of arguments throughout your 3 months relationship and it’s always revolved around the same issue - trust. It’s always been about trust - the trust you have for each other, the trust you have for your relationship. Only yesterday did you pop the question that’s been buried deep.
“Is our relationship worth our constant arguments? Is it worth it when we can’t even trust each other? We were fine as friends, what happened to us now?”
You remember the shattered look in his eyes as he utters the words, “Are you trying to say that you want to give up on us?”
You remember seeing the light in his eyes disappearing as you softly utter, “Maybe I am.”
You’re pulled out of your reverie upon hearing the door to your house click open. You avert your attention to the door but not before wiping the single tear that managed to escape your lids. Namjoon’s face greets you as he closes the door behind him. Switching off the television, you get off the couch and make your way to your room but he catches up to you and takes hold of your wrist. You halt in your steps, turning to look at him.
“Don’t do this. Don’t walk away from the problem,” he pleads. You feel a pang in your heart upon hearing the heartbroken tone in his voice. You take in a breath before slowly nodding, agreeing to talk about it. The two of you head out to the balcony, the night breeze grazing against your skin to accompany the gloomy atmosphere.
He speaks up first. “Do you still love me?”
“I never stopped,” you reply in a soft whisper, looking into his eyes. You watch as a glint of smile appears on his face.
“Did you mean it yesterday when you said you wanted to give up on us?” he asked, the fear evident in his tone, almost as though he’s afraid to hear your answer. You remain silent for the next couple of seconds, looking away into the night view of the busy city. From the corner of your eyes, you see his shoulders drooping. He’s prepared to hear the worst. After clearing your mind, you turn to him and take hold of his hands.
“I love you. I love us, but sometimes I wonder why it’s so hard for us to trust each other. You question us at times and I do too, which is odd because when we both wanted us to happen. I can’t help but to wonder what exactly is wrong with us. We were amazing as friends so why are we different now?”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry for putting you in such a spot,” he replies, letting his head drop. You shake your head and tilt his chin upwards.
“It’s not your fault, it’s our fault. I’m tired, but not of us, I’m tired of the arguments. But I did some thinking and I’m not letting them break us. What I said yesterday, I meant it then, but now I’m telling you that it was my anger speaking. I want to fix us. I want us to stay. I still have faith in you, I still have faith in us, and as long as I have that faith, I won’t let us go.”
Namjoon is at a loss for words but you know what he’s feeling just by the tears gathering in his eyes. He pulls you into a tight hug and you hear him releasing a sigh of relief.
Plot: 7 guys, 7 girls, 1 dream
They gathered in the white practice room the day before the concert, one of the many concerts the guys had, the first for the girls.. they prepared so much and worked so hard, they were happy.
Genuinely happy, besides the tears and the sweat, besides all the things they gave up: friends, family, youth.
They all felt like this was it, this was exactly where they belonged.
Hope you like it
PROLOGUE - CHAPTER 1
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GIF is not mine
The weather was getting warmer, the flowers started blooming and birds started singing early in the morning.
It was 6 am and there was no one in the streets, the big and beautiful moon was high in the sky that was slowly turning lighter.
Lizzie was walking alone down the streets, a big black coat on with a mask and a cap to hide her face, a big bag on her shoulder.
Her walk was confident and secure, the cold morning air didn't bother her at all.
She was heading as every morning, to their gym's pool.
The owner gave her permission to take the keys and use it in the morning before the opening to the public, so that she could just exercise without worries.
The cold water of the pool hit her skin violently, as she got in after the warm up.
She fixed her googles and swim cup, positioned herself and look at the watch hanging on the wall.
As always, she checked her personal record and tried to beat it.
Every powerful stroke, every hit on the pool's wall were giving her a sense of freedom.
Swim was something that helped her during training, during that year and a half away from home..in a different country.. and that pool, those wide and high white walls, the big windows..this was her safe place where she could hide everytime she needed.
One, two, three and turn.. and again.. check the time and start again.
Over and over for a couple of hours, and after that she just lied down beside the pool, closing her eyes and listening to the water moving, the birds singing and breathing deeply.
It was nice there.
In moments when she felt like suffocating that pool helped her breath again.
-Welcome back! Breakfast?
Soosun was in the kitchen, setting the table and welcoming her with a big smile. Her long dark hair tied up in a pony tail that revealed her new heart shaped earrings.
The dorm was still quiet, it was now almost 9, but the girls were busy until late the day before, so the manager allowed them to sleep a bit more.
-Yes..cereal?
-Of course!!
Lizzie went to the bathroom and put her swimsuit and the other things to wash before coming back in the kitchen.
-Sun? Are you ok?
The ballerina was looking at her phone, mouth tensed and watery eyes. She looked like she was about to cry, but when she heard the younger girl, she just put the phone away and smiled widely as always
-Sure I am! Let's eat
Quietly sitting on the table, the two friends didn't say a thing until the blonde maknae entered the room.
Her long hair were braided messily and she was wearing her glasses, as every morning, because the lenses bothered her.
Wearing a big black t shirt as a pajama, her long legs were exposed to the morning breeze and she shivered a little.
-Morning Yoore, did you sleep well?
Said Soosun who finished breakfast and was putting the dishes in the washing machine
-Yea..
A phone buzzed and the ballerina immediately stand up to check it
-Unnie..everything ok?
Tha maknae didn't talk much but observed everything really well, she knew something was up but she didn't really want to bother her friends.
On the other hand, Lizzie was a bit clueless, she tended to space out a bit every now and then, so sometimes the things that were obvious to the others, weren't for her.
-I have to go..eat something ok? Bye..Bye Lizzie!
Soosun quickly kissed Yoore's head and Lizzie's cheek before heading out.
Lizzie, as the third oldest (and the only one awake), felt like she had to take care of the little girl and just put some cereal in a bowl..and then poured some milk in it.
The PD asked for a meeting after lunch, to decide the dates and locations for their future concerts.
Lizzie was running in the building's corridor, late for the meeting because she was reading at home.
Entering the big room, all eyes were on her.
She was breathing heavily and sat down with an apologetic look, next to her there was Namjoon who looked at her and sigh.
He always reminded the girls the rules of that company, and what made the PD lose his temper..
But again, Lizzie just did as she pleased.
She put the books on the table and couldn't lift her head, she was really embarrassed and sorry for just always causing trouble.
She was a nice girl, caring and sensitive but sometimes she was just too lost in her own word and other people misunderstood this.
At the end of the meeting, everyone stood up and she was about to get out when Namjoon asked her to stay a bit more.
She nodded and looked at her leader XinYu, who smiled at her and asked Namjoon if there was something he had to say to them.
Being the leader, the girl hated when the boys acted like she wasn't able to take care of them.
She was, she always warned the girls of everything, always took care of them and scolded them if needed..just because they were their seniors it didn't mean like they could just do as she wasn't there.
-No, I have to talk with her
He grabbed Lizzie's wrist and looked at XinYu, his eyes were cold, mouth tensed as he tried his best not to hurt the girl with his strength.
-If it has something to do with what happened today I would like to know too. I am the leader and I should be the one calling out MY members..sunbae.
Everyone in the room froze, the PD looked at them both and mumbled them to just let it go and left the room with the managers and stuff.
The boys and the girls were still there, looking at the two leaders who were glancing each other.
-It seems like you can't do that properly XinYu, otherwise, she wouldn't have been late .. again
Lizzie kept looking down, hair covering her face.
She hated it.
Fights.
She didn't want anybody to fight because of her.
Not again.
Not like when her mother and her dad divorced, when her dad left them alone.
-Are you doubting my leadership? You think I am not good enough? Well, I am sorry if I am not good like you Mr Kim Namjoon.
The boy smashed his free hand on the table, while he was still keeping the girl with the other.
A loud noise filled the room, all shocked while they watched Elisabeth getting down on her knees and trying to cover her ears with her hands, sobbing on the ground.
Jin immediately walked to her to check on her.
Glaring at Namjoon he said, in a dark low voice:
-Enough, both of you. Stop acting childish and leave.
Xinyu walked to Lizzie and hugged her, whispering at her ears comforting words in her native language, slowly trying to make her stand up and walk away from the room.
Soosun was frozen on the spot, and Kanda dragged her out of the room while the youngest: Yoore and Yewon, followed Lizzie worried.
Mira looked at Namjoon, who was still there at the table.
Yoongi placed a hand on her shoulder, looking at her
-Go..
He said, with a sweeter tone than usual, he was worried about her. She flinched away when Namjoon hit the table, she covered her face with her small white hands and he couldn't stop but thinking of just going there and hug her, make her feel safe.
Namjoon and Jin were the only one in the room, the oldest visibly angry while the leader was still there, froze.
-What the fuck were you thinking Namjoon?
No answer, Jin runned a hand through his dark blonde hair and looked at Joon who didn't move a bit.
Yelling at him, he received again no response, not a single movement from his body, not a word leaving his mouth.
And then, the oldest just grabbed him by his collar and made his back hit the wall behind them
-Have you nothing to say Joon? Not even after you made her cry? You scared the shit out of them!
-I'm sorry..
The words left his mouth like a whisper, low voice shaking. His eyes were empty, he didn't want to scare anybody. It was a bad day, but he didn't want this to happen.
Jin let go of him, his face softened as he tried to calm down, seeing that his words were honest and that he was really sorry.
-Ok.. I'll go home now..you..you should apologize to them..
A knock on the door, Xinyu immediately went to open it, thinking it was delivery but it wasn't.
A silver hair tall man stood there, eyes looking at the ground and hi big clothes hiding his body.
-What are..
He didn't let her finish her question, instead, he left his head and looked at the girl straight in her dark eyes
-I'm sorry.. I.. I am sorry
She sighed and looked at him more carefully, it was raining and he was soaking. The umbrella in his right hand broke.
The girl laughed a bit, he was a big clumsy boy after all and invited him in.
-Is..she here?
She knew he was referring to Lizzie, who left a couple of hours before to go to the pool.
She could see the book she left in the meeting room in his bag, he probably wanted to give it back to her.
Xiunyu didn't hate Joon, she just didn't understand him or his behaviour.
Being angry if something is wrong is ok, but he was just too much. He couldn't control his emotions, he was too impulsive.. her opposite.
-She's at the pool if you want to apologize to her too
-Thanks..
Meanwhile laying beside the pool with cold water caressing her arm, Lizzie felt like she could breathe again.
The raining against the pool's windows created a relaxing symphony that calmed her mind.
It has been quite a while since something like that happened, probably the last time it was before M Countdown.
Closing her eyes, she tried to push away that memory and breathed deeply.
-Elisabeth?
Scared from the sudden presence of someone she got up and turned around, but miserably fell back in the water.
Namjoon runned to her, grabbing her by her arm but somehow falling in the pool too.
-Sunbaenim!
Lizzie helped him to get out, his clothes were now really soaking wet.
She quickly gave him her robe and help dry him out.
Keeping apologizing, she heard him giggling while he removed his long black coat.
-Thank God the book was in the bag..
He removed it from the black leather bag and gave it to her, telling Lizzie that she forgot it in the meeting room.
-Look, Elisabeth..I am sorry..i.. I didn't want to scare you
-My book, thank you!
She completely ignored his words, maybe she didn't hear him, focused on her precious book.
He smiled looking at her, she was really something else.
She was really cute like this, sit on the floor with wet hair and swimsuit.
Namjoon thought that she must have been cold, so he kneeled down and put the robe on her shoulders.
Her big brown eyes looking at him, her cute freckles made her look even more stunning.
