✦ 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 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.
“No!” The whine that leaves your boyfriend’s mouth elicits a giggle from you, your eyes widening in shock at how high-pitched the sound of complaint was. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him whine like that before, except for when you try to leave the bed before the sun rises.
“Babe, he’s a dog, he can take a bath.” You remind him gently, reaching a hand out to pet said dog. But Yoongi just pouts at you, cradling the small animal even closer to his chest as if to protect him from you.
“You’re being ridiculous.” You tease. He plops a kiss to the puppy’s shining nose, melted chocolate glancing up to look at you.
“What if he’s scared of water?” He murmurs, lightly bouncing the puppy in his arms. You watch him, a fond look on your face coupled with an endearing smile. After adopting your fluffy new pal almost two months ago, Yoongi has been a little bit overprotective.
“Honey, he’s probably not scared.” You soothe, pressing your palm to his sweater-clad shoulder. “But even if his is, he needs a bath. He’s going to get smelly pretty soon.”
With a reluctant sigh and a shrug of his shoulders, Yoongi is nodding at you, pressing another kiss to the puppy’s nose.
You take a few steps towards the deep, stainless steel kitchen sink, flipping the knob and eliciting warm water to gush into the space, slowly filling while you clamber under the sink to retrieve the special puppy shampoo Yoongi had spent an hour trying to find at the pet store last week.
After pumping a few squirts of the shampoo into the sink, you wait for the sink to become three quarters full before glancing at your boyfriend and the dog clutched in his embrace.
“Babe,” You reprimand gently, reaching out for the puppy. “C’mere Holly, you want a bath, don’t you?” You murmur in a soft voice, slowly taking the few steps to the sink. Under Yoongi’s watchful eye, you start by dipping the puppy’s feet into the soapy water, smiling when he attempts to wiggle out of your grasp.
You lower him down into the water, giggling as he splashes around, yapping eagerly. Even Yoongi has loosened up, an admiring smile on his face. Yoongi and you carefully scrub the shampoo into the dog’s fur, before carefully rinsing him off with warm water.
Yoongi goes to retrieve a towel from the bathroom, wrapping it around the puppy then scooping him into his arms.
“See? That wasn’t so bad was it?” You wonder, baby-talking the puppy, despite looking at Yoongi. He cradles Holly very carefully, concerned eyes locked on the little bundle in his arms.
When you’ve cleaned out the soapy residue from the sink and wiped your hands off, you find Yoongi gently towel drying Holly, dabbing the towel ever so gently against the fur.
“I think that went well for his first bath.” You comment, dropping to the floor so that you can get a better look at your little puppy. Yoongi wraps his free arm around you, pulling your body even closer to his. He presses a sloppy kiss to your forehead before he’s looking down at Holly again, his pouting lips mouthing out terms of endearment for the pooch.
“Remind me to give Holly a bath every day if this is how cute you’re going to be with him after.” You tease, chin dipping into Yoongi’s shoulder.
He rolls his eyes playfully, but you can’t miss the megawatt smile dancing on his lips.
Summary: A weekend getaway with the love of your life in the snowy mountains where it’s only about the pair of you. To my dearest @suhdays , this story is just for you 💜
The chilly air parades across your skin in reminder that winter is finally arriving. Snow covered mountain tops collide with the gray hues of the clouds and the warmth of coffee greets your lips as your frozen fingertips tighten around the navy mug. It has been a year since he has stolen your heart in ways you cannot verbalize, and his gestures of appreciation for your existence increases with every waking moment, and no matter where life takes you, he will always be who you see.
The crunch of snow is light under your shoes when you return into the cabin Yoongi rented to surprise you for your twenty third birthday; the wave of heat brings relief to the goosebumps that spread across your sweater covered arms, and you sigh comfortably before taking a seat upon the ground in front of a decent sized coffee table.
You hardly hear the soft pad of his footsteps before he slides to sit on the sofa behind you, him leaning forward to prop his chin on the top of your head before his fingertips tenderly brush your arms.
“You smell like a cool walk in the forest,” you breathe him in, his light chuckle moving to bury into your purple strands before pressing a brief kiss.
“And you smell like pancakes,”
“No, I’m serious,” you reply with a giddy smile, happy to hear Yoongi enjoyed the breakfast you made him earlier. “Like that smell after it rains,” you elaborate, “It’s lovely.” Softly, you lean your head back to rest on the tops of his thighs, his hands moving to run his thumbs on either side of your face. His black hair falls into his umber eyes while he gazes down at you with the tiny smirk you have fallen so deeply in love with.
When you expected him to retort due to his lack of accepting your consistent compliments, he leans forward even more to place the insatiably gentle touch of a kiss to your lips. It’s a different approach to what you are used to, but the moment is so magical you can hardly concentrate when he pulls away, his kiss moving to press upon the tip of your nose before gracing your forehead and cheeks. Unintentionally your hands move to cup the back of his that are still holding your face while he journeys back to where he longs to kiss you again.
Pausing just enough to where he could close the gap, he whispers, “I love you.”
Tears gather in your eyes for how can such a dream you always wished for come true in the blink of an eye? The endeavor that brought the two of you together has never felt so complete. Shifting carefully, you kiss him once more, returning all the love he has given you.
Moving to stand together he pulls you in his arms where your nose buries into his shirt, the scent of him burning into your memory, “I love you, too,” you murmur, “I love you, too.”
[8.06pm] Since hours you're sitting on the couch. Pencils lay beside you, an eraser and also a sharpener. You ignore the eraser fluff that lays across the couch. The drawing is so distracting you, that you don't hear your boyfriend coming home. "Sweetheart I am home.", he greets you as he enters the livingroom. "What are you up to?" "Just drawing.", you mumble without looking up. Yoongi peeks over your shoulder. He sees a drawing of himself. "Do you like it?" As you look at him, you see his cheeks turning bright red and his eyes sparkle.
Imagine Yoongi going through another repetitive American interview, very interested. Only to come back to his hotel room and immediately become a puddle of softness when he sees your smile.
you decide to surprise the boys with some food and stop by the dance studio. upon arrival, you can’t find a single member and text namjoon. he notifies you that they had to attend a quick meeting and will return shortly. you sigh and wonder how you’ll spend the time before they return. you place the food on a nearby table and shrug off your jacket, scrolling through your spotify playlist to keep yourself busy. lately, you’ve been obsessed with cypher pt. 4 and fight the urge to rap along. of course, temptation wins and you plug your phone into a nearby speaker, letting the music flow through the room. the song never fails to hype you up as you try to rap suga’s part. you don’t notice the boys return from their meeting until you hear suga start clapping and you turn abruptly to the sound. you’re dying from embarrassment and beg them to forget they ever witnessed your spontaneous performance.
Yoongi came in and immediately dropped his stuff and went down the hall and into the shared bedroom. There you were crying on the bed in a ball hugging a pillow. His heart broke. He knew what happened but he felt that it was the right thing. After all, getting over really close friendships was harder than anything. But the friend was becoming toxic and Yoongi made sure that you understood the fact that it was unhealthy to keep going.
He crawled under the covers with you and pulled you into his chest as he let’s you cry and vent out all of your hurt and guilty emotions. “It’s okay. It’s natural. I’ll always be here. Just let it all out sweetie.” He kissed the top of your head and rubbed your back as he listened.
