Warnings: Some cuss words and Yoongi being a lovesick puppy
Word Count: 3.7k (wow that’s the longest one shot I’ve ever written)
Summary: It’s your birthday and Yoongi doesn’t know what to get you. He has a huge crush on you and he wants everything to be perfect.
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Your birthday was tomorrow. You knew it, your best friend knew, the boys knew it, Yoongi knew it. How could Yoongi forget one of the most important days of the year? Well, it wasn’t as important as everyone was hyping it up to be, but it was for Yoongi. Especially because he had the biggest crush on you since Jimin introduced you to him and the others over a year ago. And he was going to use this day to finally tell you how he felt, using the advice Jimin gave him.
The only problem was, he didn’t know what gift to get you. You were supposed to be meeting up at their dorm tomorrow afternoon so they could celebrate with you and Minah, one out of two of your best friends, and he still had no idea what to buy.
Even as he stood in the middle of the shopping mall about a mile from the dorm, he was clueless and running out of time. So he did what he thought of as a last resort and dialed a number.
The boy on the other line answered with a tired ‘Hello?’, making it clear to Yoongi that he had just woken up from a nap. “Jimin-ah, I need your help.”
“Are you trying to find a gift for Y/N but you have no idea what to get her so you’re calling me to see if I can give you an idea of what to buy since I’m her best friend and I know her better than she knows herself?” That left Yoongi speechless.
Jimin knew of the older boy’s crush on you, hell, all the boys did. Even Minah, who was also one of the densest people in all of Korea, knew. Everyone could tell by the way Yoongi’s mood would lift every time you walked into the room, his obvious attempts of getting closer to you on movie nights, spending hours in his studio showing you songs he’d been working on, even letting you hear him sing after he swore he didn’t have the ability to. And when you told him you loved his songs and his voice, he felt his heart do a backflip in his chest. But somehow, you didn’t notice.
“How the fuck did you know that?” Jimin rolled his eyes so hard, Yoongi could practically hear it.
“You’re so easy to read when it comes to her, hyung.” The Busan boy sighed, sitting up in his bed once he realized he wasn’t getting any more sleep. “You already know Y/N’s really into photography, and I just happen to know her camera just broke. She needs a new one.”
Yoongi’s eyes widened, wondering to himself how he didn’t think of that before. “Thanks Jiminie, I owe you.” Jimin mumbled a simple ‘hell yeah you do’ and hung up the phone, but not without reminding Yoongi how much he loved him. The older male externally gagged, but internally smiled.
He knew you would never accept a brand new camera from him, but he was going to force you to take it, since he knew how much photography meant to you. He couldn’t live with himself if he knew you couldn’t do the thing you loved, and that he had a way to help. So he walked into Best Buy and made a beeline to the camera section. He knew absolutely nothing about cameras, but he was lucky to have a worker show him the best one for taking 4K pictures. Yoongi thought you’d really like an upgrade from your previous camera, which was kinda crappy considering that you got it for cheap.
Oh yeah, Yoongi thought, Y/N is definitely going to kill me. The boy, who usually kept his feelings to himself, found himself smiling at the thought of what your reaction would be. You’d definitely give him the worst death glare you could muster up, but he knew you would be actually trying your hardest not to cry. So as he swiped his credit card in the card reader, his excitement to give you this gift only grew.
Yoongi sat at his desk later that night, ignoring the calls of all the boys and their questioning of the bag he had in his hands. He pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, getting to work on the second half of his gift for you.
Meanwhile, you were laying on Minah’s bed while staring up at the ceiling, your best friend sitting on her desk chair. You had no idea what she was doing, but you didn’t question it. Everyone seemed to be keeping something from you lately. First, Minah begged you to sleep over, then you caught her talking to Jimin on the phone about god knows what. Now, she was telling you that the two of you were going over to the boys’ dorm because she forgot her favorite sweater there.
You fished your phone out of your pocket and texted the only person you thought you could get information out of.
If Hoseok didn’t know anything, that means they probably kept him out of it. He was probably the worst liar you had ever met, he couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. But you dropped the subject as soon as Minah stood up from her desk chair. She gestured for you to move over so she could get in the bed too. Back in Busan, you, Minah, and Jimin had been sleeping in the same bed since you all were in diapers, so this wasn’t weird at all to either of you.
“Minah?” You spoke in a soft voice, causing the girl to turn to look at you.
“What’s up?”
You bit your lip, thinking for a second. “What if everyone forgot my birthday? The only person that has said anything about it was Hoseok.”
Minah had to keep herself from smiling. “I’m sure everyone remembers, there’s still a half hour until your actual birthday. Don’t worry, okay?”
You took her word for it, trying your best to calm your racing thoughts. For the next half hour, you and Minah talked about memories you both had from middle school, including the time the two of you drew all over Jimin’s face in middle school when he fell asleep in class. He was still holding a grudge against the two of you for that.
Before you knew it, the alarm clock on Minah’s bedside read twelve am.
Minah jumped up and wrapped her arms around you, screaming ‘happy birthday!’ so loudly in your ear that you were sure her neighbors heard her. You laughed, the girl’s strength knocking you down on the bed while you hugged her back.
“Thank you, now get off of me!” As soon as she did, your phone rang. It was your parents calling you from Busan to wish you a happy birthday. You thanked them, making sure to tell them that you were gonna visit soon before you hung up. Other than that, you had no more calls. Not even from the person you wanted to call you the most, Yoongi.
Everyone knew about your crush on Yoongi, the two of you were really bad at hiding your feelings. But apparently you weren’t, because neither you nor Yoongi knew how the other felt.
Every time you hung out with him and the boys, you always found yourself smiling more than usual whenever he talked to you. And the moments you two spent in his studio listening to a song he wanted to show you only made your stomach fill with butterflies. He seemed to get you more than anyone else did, not even Minah and Jimin. You also couldn’t forget how gentle he always was with you, despite what people have said about him having a cold exterior. Whenever you had a movie night with the boys, Yoongi would always end up sitting next to you, even sharing his blanket with you when you got cold. He’d scold you whenever he caught you speaking badly about yourself, telling you never to do that again. Whenever you were upset and needed comfort, he always let you call him no matter what time of night it was. You couldn’t help but fall for him, which is why you felt disappointed when you didn’t get a text or call from him at midnight.
Your lips turned down in a small frown, but Minah didn’t notice. Instead, she explained that the two of you should sleep so you could go to the boys’ dorm early in the afternoon. You turned onto your side, pulling the covers over your shoulder as you closed your eyes and let sleep take over you.
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You woke up to the sound of a higher pitched male voice singing happy birthday. As your eyes opened, you noticed it was Jimin singing to you while holding a cupcake with a single candle in it, Minah smiling widely behind him. They gave you a second to sit up in Minah’s bed, a wide smile taking over your features. You closed your eyes, making a single wish before blowing out the candle on the cupcake Jimin was holding out for you. He set it on the nightstand, allowing you to jump into your best friend’s arms and thank him profusely. Jimin’s arms picked you up and lifted you off of the bed, spinning you around once before setting you down on the floor.
“Happy birthday, loser.” You laughed, reaching up to ruffle the boy’s hair.
“Yah, that’s noona to you.” You honestly didn’t care about honorifics, but you did it just to tease Jimin about your one year age difference like you always did. He rolled his eyes, pushing your hand away from him while you laughed even more.
“Now go brush your teeth and put on something nice after you shower, you stink.” Minah pushed you towards her bathroom, leaving you confused. If you guys were only going to the dorm to pick up her sweater, why did you need to wear something nice? At this point you learned not to question anything Minah said, so you just went along with it and started getting ready.
About an hour later, you were dressed in a black skirt and a matching black blouse that you found in Minah’s closet after you forgot your clothes at your house. All you did to your hair was brush it out and style it a little, but you liked the way the wavy style looked on you. Once you stepped out of the room, you found Jimin and Minah whispering about something, with Jimin briefly looking down at his phone.
After you cleared your throat to get their attention, they turned to look at you.
“Perfect, let’s go.” Jimin grabbed your hand and brought you over to the door, telling you to put on the black low top vans you came in before leading you and Minah to his car. Throughout the entire car ride to Bangtan’s apartment building, Minah kept bouncing excitedly in her seat. Jimin on the other hand, kept telling her to stop before he threw her out of his porsche.
Soon enough, the three of you arrived at the building, making your way up the familiar elevator before walking down the hall. You were about to put in the code to the front door before Jimin slid in front of you so he could do it himself. What a child.
He sent a quick text from his phone before putting in the door code. The lights were off inside the big apartment, and you wondered where the boys were. Were they all out and Jimin was the first one home? Dismissing the thought, you took your shoes off at the entrance and put on the slippers the boys got you a few months into your friendship with them. You were about to start looking for Minah’s sweater until all of a sudden, the lights turned on and six boys jumped up screaming.
“Surprise!” You would’ve fell on your ass if it wasn’t for Minah who caught you from behind, everyone laughing at your reaction. All around you were balloons and streamers in an array of colors, the entire living area of the dorm looking festive.
You started tearing up, your hand fanning your eyes as you looked around at the seven boys -- plus Minah -- that planned this surprise party for you.
“You guys did all of this for me?” They all nodded, all of them running over to hug you before you could burst into tears. You hugged all of them individually, each boy wishing you a happy birthday. Hoseok came up to you, wrapping his arms around you in a friendly hug. Aside from Jimin, Hoseok was the next boy you considered as one of your closest friends in Bangtan.
“I swear, Y/N, I didn’t know anything about this until an hour ago.” You laughed, hugging the boy tightly.
Next was Yoongi. He walked up to you with a smile on his face, holding his arms out for a hug. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his wrapped around your waist, your heart doing backflips and somersaults in your chest.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call you to say happy birthday at midnight, they took my phone so I couldn’t contact you and ruin the surprise,” He spoke, his lips right next to your ear making his soft voice send shivers through your body. You hugged him for a second longer than the other boys before pulling back from the hug.
“It’s okay, I wasn’t worried.” That was a lie, but you decided that Yoongi didn’t need to know that.
The two of you walked over to the living room where the rest of the party was, your body immediately taking a seat next to Seokjin when he offered you one of the switch remotes to play Mario Kart with him.
That’s how the party went for the next few hours. A Mario Kart tournament between you and your eight friends took up a lot of the time, but you ended up beating everyone. You knew all of them had let you win, because there was no way you could beat Seokjin, Jungkook, AND Taehyung. But you didn’t mind, you got a crown made out of paper as your prize.
At last, it was gift opening time. Everyone sat on the living room floor, letting you use the couch as your throne as you opened each gift.
“I told you guys not to get me anything.” You whined, earning a bunch of comments from the peanut gallery to shut up and open your gifts.
So that’s what you did, starting with a gift from Jungkook. He got you the new pair of vans you’ve been wanting and were telling him about last week. Taehyung got you a gucci necktie to match his, Hoseok got you a pin that says ‘I <3 New Zealand’ from when they visited the year before (which you laughed at), Seokjin got you an Eevee plushie to match his, Namjoon got you a copy of the book he was reading which you asked him for a while ago, and Jimin got you a signed cd of his single ‘Promise’. After each of the boys gave you their gifts, you hugged each of them and made sure to tell them how much you really liked everything.
Then Yoongi gave you his. It was in a wrapped box and it felt heavy. You prayed that he didn’t get you something expensive, after you specifically told everyone not to buy you anything expensive. But you carefully opened it anyway, the wrapping paper revealing the box of a brand new Canon camera. A chorus of surprised sounds came from everyone, your eyes widening while looking down at the box. This camera was a huge upgrade from the shitty one you had before, which broke after some random guy bumped into you while you were taking pictures one day.
“Min Yoongi, I’m gonna kill you.” You mustered the best death glare you could give him. If looks could kill, the boy would be six feet under by now.
“Well I’m not taking it back, and there’s no refunds or returns so you have to accept it.” He wore a smug smile on his face that you wanted so badly to wipe off completely. You would definitely murder him in his sleep later.
You set the box down next to you and sighed in defeat, going over to hug him too.
“Thank you, it really means a lot to me.” Your voice was soft as you thanked him, and you could feel him smile against your cheek. You were about to go back to your seat when Yoongi stopped you.
“Actually, there’s something else I have for you,” He looked around at the curious eyes of everyone staring up at him, “in private.”
This set off another chorus of ‘woah’s from all of the boys, Minah only snickering in the corner. After telling them all to shut up, Yoongi stood and gestured for you to follow him to his room. You stood and followed closely behind him, ignoring the stares you felt on the back of your head.
Yoongi led you into his room and closed the door behind him so you two would have privacy. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, wondering why he brought you here.
“So I kinda wrote you a small note, and I didn’t want you to read it in front of everyone so I brought you here.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, handing it to you with red cheeks. You didn’t know how to react except for responding with a small ‘thank you’ before opening the note.
Dear Y/N,
I kinda feel like an idiot writing this letter to you, but I didn’t know how else to tell you. Okay I’m just gonna say it, I like you. Like really like you. I like spending time with you, whether it’s with the boys or alone, I like showing you the songs I’m working on, I like when you sit close to me on movie nights, I like when you smile and literally light up any room you walk into, I like how little strands of your hair fall into your eyes and you don’t even notice it, I like the way your dimples pop out every time you smile, I like everything about you. I really like the way I feel when I’m around you, like I get this tingly feeling in my stomach and I can feel my heart do little flips in my chest, and I just feel really happy when I’m around you. Everything in me just wants to keep you happy, because you look really beautiful when you smile, and your laugh is probably more contagious than Hoseok’s (and that’s saying a lot). My point is, I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve right now and I just wanted to ask you something.
P.S: Look back up at me when you’re done reading this.
You had tears in your eyes by the time you looked back up at a nervous Yoongi, his hands shoved in his front pockets to keep himself from fidgeting with them.
“Now that you know my feelings, will you please be my girlfriend?” Yoongi couldn’t tear his eyes away from yours, not until he heard your answer. Right now, he was giving his heart to you in hopes that you wouldn’t break it. He was revealing a vulnerable side of him that only you got to see, and that he had never shown anyone.
You smiled as a few tears slipped past your eyelids, which made Yoongi immediately go into panic mode.
“Oh shit, did I do something? I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that-“ You cut him off by chuckling lightly, shaking your head.
“Shut up and kiss me, idiot.” Your hands reached up to rest on his cheeks, pulling his face closer to yours until your lips met his. Almost immediately, his hands rested on your waist, pulling your body closer to his.
The kiss lasted a little less than ten seconds before both of you hesitantly pulled back just enough to look at each other’s faces.
“Yes,” You spoke softly, causing a confused look to take over Yoongi’s face. Laughing lightly, you realized he completely forgot about his question. “I’ll be your girlfriend.”
Yoongi smiled his gummy smile that you absolutely adored, his arms wrapping around your waist to hug you again. The size of your smile mirrored his as your hands ran through his hair.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” His head pulled back, leaning down to kiss you again. You broke the kiss after a second, though, much to his dismay.
“As much as I just want to kiss you all night, we have a crowd of people waiting for us outside.” Yoongi whined, only making you laugh more. But you were serious about going back out there, taking hold of his hand and walking back out of his room. The two of you walked hand in hand back to the living room, smiling at all of the surprised faces staring back at you.
“Finally!” Jimin called out, earning himself a slap on the back of the head from Seokjin. But everyone agreed with Jimin’s opinion, congratulating you and Yoongi.
You all decided to end the night with cake and a movie. Everyone called for you to pick the movie while Minah got up to grab the cake in the kitchen, so you picked ‘Toy Story 2’ again. They all started complaining, but you just smiled and pressed play on the screen.
Instead of sitting on the couch like you normally would’ve, you decided to sit on the floor in between Yoongi’s legs, leaning your back against his chest. You felt two strong arms wrap around your waist, looking back to see your now boyfriend looking back down at you with a smile on his face. Making sure no one was looking, you leaned up to quickly kiss his waiting lips before resting your head back on his shoulder, your arms resting on top of his.
yoongi x reader (or oc)
genre: fluff
word count: 3.6K
a/n: Eeeek I’m so excited to finally be posting Min/Kid again!!!! A lot has happened since I last wrote for these two. You know, a shoulder surgery, release of BE, and a Grammy nomination just to list a few. Soooo all three of those are included in this. I hope you all enjoy, and as always, thank you for reading! :))
CHOPPING the celery, you hummed along with the acoustic melody resonating in the kitchen, the voices of your boyfriend and his members filling the space. The slow, sad tune was one of your favorites on the new album, but then again, you favored them all.
Looking down at your feet, you spotted the small fluffy dog staring up at you cutely. “I just wanna be happier,” you sang at the dog, “How about you, Holly?”
At hearing his name, he cocked his head at you, you smiling fondly. “Are you happy?” You continued your conversation with the pup in a tone that was higher pitched than your normal speaking voice. “What’s up? Do you want some celery?” You asked. “I don’t think you’ll like it much, bubs.”
You watched the dog for a moment longer before he got too excited, jumping up your leg causing you to giggle and relent. “Ok, ok,” you grinned, taking a small piece of the vegetable between your fingertips. Crouching down, you held it out for Holly to take, the dog carefully sniffing it. “I’m telling you, dude, you’re not gonna like it,” you told him just as he slowly grabbed the morsel from your fingers and dropped it to the floor. “Are you gonna eat it?” You questioned in surprise, both you and the dog too intrigued by the celery to notice the new kitchen visitor standing behind you.
“Is he eating celery?” Your boyfriend’s groggy voice suddenly sounded, you turning around in surprise and slight startlement.
“Shit, hi,” you greeted him, clutching your chest in fright, taking in his disheveled appearance as he had just woken up from a nap. “He’s considering,” you smiled before turning back to the dog. “I don’t think he’ll do it.”
“Holly, you’re not starving, buddy,” he told the little pup, a slight chuckle lacing the words. You listened as Yoongi’s feet shuffled closer to you, his hand suddenly finding its way to the back of your head, his fingers instantly slipping into your strands, lightly massaging your roots.
Taking his hand in yours, you brought it to your lips as you stood, leaving a light kiss to the back of it before trailing them down the bottom of his thumb and to his wrist. “How are you feeling, baby?” You asked him, the man giving you a soft close-mouthed grin that made his fluffy cheeks look even fuller.
“I feel fine,” he assured you, moving his hand in your grip to intertwine his fingers with your own as he leaned toward you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. “You should have woken me up, Kid,” he whispered against your lips.
Your mouth curved upward as you shook your head, kissing him once more before stepping back from him and reluctantly separating your hand from his. “Absolutely not,” you said simply, Yoongi scoffing as he pulled his gaze from you to the dog, you following his eyes to see Holly propped up on your boyfriend’s legs. Cast to the side was the piece of celery, you giggling as Yoongi smiled in amusement.
“Do you want a real treat?” He asked the dog, you looking fondly at your boyfriend’s wide-eyed gaze as he addressed Holly in a cutesy voice. “I’ll give you a real one, none of this celery stuff,” he playfully teased you, shooting you a gummy grin.
“Hey, he asked for it,” you defended, crossing your arms over your ribcage as Yoongi made his way across the kitchen to the treat cupboard.
You observed him as he reached for a plastic container with a twist lid, however stalling when he realized it would be quite difficult to take off with one arm. Instead he reached for the bag of treats next to it, using his teeth to hold one end of the zip lock as he pulled it open.
“Here you go, Holly,” he handed the pup the treat, the dog wiggling excitedly before running off to munch in peace. “That’s why I’m his favorite,” he told you with a smug smile, your mouth opening in feigned surprise.
“You think you’re Holly’s favorite?” You asked him, the man giving you a weak shrug, given one of his shoulders was out of commission. “Aw, Min,” you cooed. “When did you get so delusional, old man?”
Yoongi chuckled at you as he turned back to the bag of treats, a focus overtaking his face as he struggled to reseal it with one hand. Of course you felt for the man, having undergone a shoulder surgery in the recent weeks, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t amusing to watch him pout in frustration at a bag of dog treats. And you only became fonder when he finally sealed it, a quiet hum of satisfaction leaving his lips before turning to catch your gaze, you holding back a grin as his cheeks tinted pink.
“Everything is so much more difficult,” he whined in embarrassment, you allowing yourself to lightly laugh at his expense.
“You’re so cute though,” you complimented, the man grunting at the comment as he looked to the cutting board.
“What can I help with?” He asked you, you shooting him a glare.
“You can help by keeping me company,” you told him sternly. “Sit here and chat with me, I missed you today.”
Opening his mouth to contend your command, you held up your hand to him. “Don’t argue with me, I’ll stop helping you put your pants on,” you teased him, Yoongi letting out a silent laugh paired with his adorable gummy grin.
“That’s just cruel,” he joked back just before taking a seat across from you at the kitchen island. “Maybe I’ll just stop wearing pants then,” he suggested.
“Now who’s being cruel?” You questioned with a smirk, enjoying the amusement displayed on your boyfriend’s features. Picking the knife up, you continued chopping up vegetables as Yoongi watched you carefully. “How was therapy this morning?”
“I’m so tired,” he chuckled at himself as you pouted and cooed. “It was fine though,” he nodded.
“Good,” you grinned. “You better not be pushing yourself too hard,” you warned, Yoongi letting out a light laugh.
“I want to get back out there,” he noted, a small knowing smile forming on your lips. “I want to be ready to perform this album when we’re able,” he added, nodding to your phone as ‘Telepathy’ sounded through the speaker.
“And you will be ready,” you assured him, “as long as you pace yourself.”
“Yes ma’am,” he teased, you trying to hold back your smile but failing. “Have you picked a favorite yet?” He asked, referring to your favorite track on his group’s new album.
“I’ve always had a favorite,” you told him as you started lightly grooving to the upbeat track.
“This one?” He asked in surprise, making you roll our eyes as you started dancing more and singing along. “Wow,” he shook his head in disbelief. “Are you just saying this to make me feel good since I’m all laid up?” He asked, you giggling at the question.
“You’re so annoying,” you told him through your chuckle, reaching for a piece of celery and lightly tossing it at him. The piece of vegetable made contact with his cheek and he pulled a dramatic expression of shock, his mouth open as he playfully gasped. “Of course I’m just saying that to make you feel good,” you teased, Yoongi laughing breathily as he popped the piece of celery into his mouth.
“Thank you anyway,” he smiled softly as you let out a breathy laugh. You both watched each other for a moment, your eyes traveling each other’s faces before your gazes connected, Yoongi only holding contact for a second until quickly averting his orbs to the countertop.
Smiling to yourself, you placed the knife to the stone, the sound of metal clinking against the hard surface piquing Yoongi’s interest enough for him to look at the blade. As you began walking around the counter toward your boyfriend, his eyes found your hips, dragging up your frame, landing on your grin.
“The song is amazing,” you assured him seriously. “And I think this might be my favorite of your guys’ albums.”
“Really?” He asked curiously, his eyes widened as he studied your expression, replaying the words in his head to scrutinize your tone. You simply nodded as you slotted yourself between his legs, your hand meeting the back of his neck as you lightly played with the ends of his dark brown hair.
“And speaking as a fan,” you told him, dipping your head to catch his eyes. “I know all the other fans loving it as well.”
Flashing you a honey boy smile as his cheeks tinted pink, you leaned down to press a sweet kiss to their plushness. “You did good, Honey Boy,” you complimented, a breathy chuckle sounding from the man as he relaxed in your touch, dropping his forehead to your sternum, leaving a light kiss to your chest through your shirt.
“Thank you,” he whispered shyly. He sometimes had a hard time vocalizing it, but your opinion meant everything to him.
Running your hands through the back of his hair, you shook your head. “Thank you,” you countered.
“For what?” He asked wrapping an arm around your waist, allowing his fingers to lightly trace indistinct patterns against your side.
“For inspiring me daily,” you told him, the man looking up at you with an expression of adorable surprise, making you smile and lean down to kiss his soft lips fondly. “With your talent and hard work and openness to express your vulnerabilities. I know there’s a lot of people out there who appreciate it, but don’t forget that I’m one of them,” you informed him, the man taking a deep breath before letting it out slowly.
Leaving a kiss to the tip of his nose, you trailed them up the bridge until your lips met his forehead, leaving a series of pecks against his warm skin. “What’s on your mind, Min?” You whispered before placing another kiss to his hair. Probably a lot. A major shoulder surgery, a new album, Grammy nominations coming, you were sure it was busy inside his head.
“How lucky I am to have you,” he revealed shyly but boldly, you nearly cooing instantly. “And how much I hate this fucking shoulder right now because I can’t just grab you and take you right here like I want to,” he partially joked. Oh jesus christ.
“Oh my god,” you laughed, lightly slapping his uninjured arm. “You know what? I’ve settled on what your three best skills are.”
“What are they?” He asked, pulling you the slightest bit closer as he smirked at you.
“Rapping, producing, and ruining cute moments,” you told him, the man immediately laughing as he pulled a feigned thinking face.
“Kind of thought rocking your world was gonna be one but I’ll take it,” he replied, you groaning as you pulled out of his grasp.
“Have I told you you’re annoying?” You teased, leaning toward him to steal a quick kiss before stepping away from him, the man slowly chasing after your lips as you backed away, reaching for you with his functional arm only to shoot you a pout when you returned to the other side of the island.
“Of course you have,” he smiled.
“Good,” you said simply, wearing a fond grin as you returned to cooking.
“You’re so cute in your pj’s,” you cooed as you helped button his top, preparing to get into bed. You had finished eating dinner earlier in the night and Yoongi had helped you with dishes by rinsing them with his one functional arm. “I should get a matching pair, how adorable would that be?” You teased, Yoongi shooting you a look of disgust. “What is that face? It would be cute,” you defended playfully, only for your boyfriend to hold the expression as if you committed an atrocity. “Stop it, don’t pretend like you hate the idea.”
“I do hate the idea,” he defended weakly, hiding a smile.
“Oh whatever, I know you, Min,” you reminded him with a glare, the man huffing as you giggled, securing the last button on his pajama top. “Ok,” you lightly patted the right side of his chest after securing the final button. “All done.”
“Thanks,” he breathed out, watching as you reached for his shoulder brace. “I can put it on, Kid,” he told you, causing you to pause and stare at him. The two of you had been playfully fighting for weeks over taking care of him. The thing was, you both enjoyed you doting on the man a bit.
“I want to,” you pouted, Yoongi giving you a soft smile. Smirking in victory, you wiggled your hips happily just before you began placing his arm in the sling, Yoongi scoffing as he smiled.
As you adjusted the straps, ensuring his shoulder would be as comfortable and secure as possible, Yoongi watched you carefully. Fondly. When your eyes found his, catching him staring, he cleared his throat to play if off with an act of nonchalance.
“You know,” he started, determined to set your mind on something other than the fact that he had been staring at you with the softest smile you’d ever seen. “I’m beginning to get used to you waiting on me all the time,” he joked, you biting back a smile as you shook your head.
“Don’t you dare,” you warned him, pulling up on the velcro to resituate the strap.
“What?” He feigned innocence, his eyes widened with his lips secured in a small pout. You allowed yourself to smile as you let out a forced scoff to cover your amusement.
“Don’t you dare get used to it,” you told him sternly as he laughed silently, thoroughly amused and smitten. “You know what, just for that you can tuck yourself into bed,” you teased, walking away from him, Yoongi looking at you in pretend shock.
“Kid,” he whined with a smile as he watched you crawl under the covers, leaving the grown man to fend for himself.
Opening your laptop, you kept your eyes in a glare as Yoongi shuffled to the bed, staring at you with a pout as you resisted the urge to smile. “Stop looking at me, Min,” you told him, your straight face breaking as he chuckled, you giggling as you pulled up the Grammys website.
Carefully but lacking grace, Yoongi crawled into bed next to you and looked over your shoulder at the screen. “What time are they announcing nominations?”
“Um,” you looked at the time, doing the math in your head. “Should be around 2 or 3 am, so a couple hours. Do you want to get some sleep and set an alarm? Or do you want to wait up?” You asked, looking at him, reading the nervousness in his features instantly.
A soft smile overtook your face as he breathed out slowly. “Uh, I think wait up,” he nodded to himself. “Yeah, wait up.”
“Ok, baby,” you nodded back. His eyes were glued to the screen, and more specifically the gramophone displayed in the top left corner. You knew he wanted this. It was the highest honor a musician could receive for their work, so of course the boys wanted that. And you couldn’t think of anyone more deserving. Even when you stripped back all of the hard work and hardships, the years of struggles for credibility and spotlight under a new company with no money, defying the odds and breaking through as a worldwide act, the music was still amazing. The music is what gave you the intuitive confidence to assure your boyfriend that he had nothing to worry about. “You’re going to get nominated,” you assured him sincerly. “I can feel it.”
“Yeah?” He asked, his eyes slowly leaving the screen to meet your face, his cheeks looking plush and kissable in the glow of the computer monitor.
“Yeah,” you nodded, reaching for his face, gently placing your palm to his cheek, simply because you just had to feel their fluffiness on your fingertips. “And if you don’t, I’ll start drafting a letter to the recording academy immediately to scold them for committing the biggest snub in Grammys history,” you joked. Your lame humor was met with a highly amused gummy grin and an adorable shy giggle as he turned his face into your hand to kiss the inside of your wrist. “Between me and Army, just imagine all the scathing articles the recording academy will be met with,” you added, Yoongi chuckling further, the sound of his laughter making your belly feel warm and content.
“Well hopefully we’re nominated,” he said through his light laughter. “For two reasons,” he clarified, you raising your eyebrows curiously. “You’re scary when mad and also that would be very embarrassing to have my girlfriend send a letter to the recording academy on my group’s behalf,” he laughed more, you joining him as your hand slid to the side of his neck.
“Well then, they better nominate you,” you agreed just as Holly jumped onto the bed, nuzzling next to yours and Yoongi’s legs, both of you shooting fond grins at the little pup.
You weren’t sure what time it was but the grogginess in your mind told you it was much too early to be awake yet. So why were you?
“Kid,” a hushed whisper sounded next to you, you groaning in response. “Kid, wake up, baby,” the voice sounded again.
“Hmm?” You hummed, still too tired to peel your eyes open.
“We fell asleep,” Yoongi told you, you humming again. “Kid, the nominations have been announced.”
At that statement, your eyes popped open, your hazy gaze searching for Yoongi. Blinking the sleep away, you squinted at your boyfriend as your eyes adjusted to being open. His face coming into clarity in the early morning hours, you studied his features, preparing to either celebrate or console. With a racing heart, you watched as his lips curved into a massive gummy smile, and tears pricked your eyes instantly.
“Oh my god,” you whispered huskily.
“We’re nominated for a Grammy,” he told you, the words hitting you with the force of reality causing you to shoot up from the covers startling Holly as you did so, the dog looking at you in confusion.
“Oh my god, Yoongi,” you squealed, standing on your knees as you lightly bounced, trying to be careful not to create too much motion that you would hurt his shoulder, pumping your arms in the air gleefully. Holly jumped up, hopping against you for a moment. “Oh my god,” you screamed excitedly, Yoongi laughing as he let out a happy excited yell of his own. Holly leaped onto Yoongi’s lap, barking at the commotion, unaware that he was partaking in a celebration. “Yoongi, oh my fucking god,” you yelled once more through Yoongi’s own excited squealing as he pet the dogs face giddily.
Showing you his phone, you skimmed through his group chat with the boys, the photo of the nomination taking center stage, the texts full of yells of excitement making you smile widely. Another squeal left you as you dropped the phone and placed your hands to the sides of Yoongi’s face, Holly deciding to settle on your empty side of the bed next to you and Yoongi. “Baby, you’re nominated for a Grammy,” you told him, the words fully hitting Yoongi as it sunk in for the first time. You watched as his eyes became glassy, emotion overwhelming the man.
Crawling closer to your boyfriend, you placed yourself on his lap and wrapped an arm around the back of his neck, careful not to make contact with his recovering shoulder. Yoongi instantly rested his head against your shoulder and it didn’t take long to hear sniffles as he body shook, the man crying into the fabric of your pajama top.
“Oh, you did it, Min,” you whispered, kissing the top of his head a few times quickly as your fingers comfortingly toyed with his strands at the nape of his neck. “I’m so proud of you,” you spoke into his hair, the man’s arm wrapping around your waist to pull you firmly against his side as he continued to cry.
The two of you sat like that for a moment, the only sounds coming from you both being his silent sobs and your occasional kisses to his head and the whispered compliment on how deserving he was. There’s a special kind of happiness you feel when the people you love achieve a certain level of happiness themselves. And well, Yoongi was really happy in that moment. And you loved him more than anyone.
Eventually, his tears slowed and he looked up to you, finding you smiling down at him with your own lash closed to the brink of overflowing emotion. “Not to brag but,” you stared playfully, “I did tell you that you’d be nominated,” you teased, Yoongi chuckling as he craned his neck uncomfortably to find your lips. Watching you be so happy and supportive of him, he couldn’t quite relay his gratitude for you through words. He needed to show you.
Happily, you kissed him back, the meeting full of passion and love. The kiss was an act of sharing and relaying pride and excitement and relief and thankfulness, and just all the intense emotions hitting you both in that moment. It was slow but meaningful, the kiss full of intent but frantic and messy. It was perfect.
When he pulled away just slightly, he took a shaky breath, letting out a single breathy laugh of disbelief. “The recording academy must have felt the energy of your threat,” he joked, you shaking your head with a fond smile.
“Nah uh,” you told him. “This was all you guys.” Yoongi took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as you wiped under his eyes gently, ridding him of his tears. “You deserve this, Yoongi,” you assured him.
“I love you,” he told you as a soft honey boy smile graced his face.
Leaning down once again, you kissed his lips softly. “I love you too,” you whispered against his mouth. “My Grammy nominated Honey Boy,” you smiled, Yoongi chuckling as he connected his lips to yours once again.
A/n: A little something for Min Yoongi/Suga’s birthday, I didn’t have a lot of time to prepare something proper, but I managed to write a small something.
Warnings: None that I can think of as of right now, maybe fluff, tons of fluff.
W/C: 1.7K+
“What do you want for your birthday?” You ask as you sit down on the soft luxurious sofa, turning your body towards his while bending your knee to put on the couch, your foot hangs off the sofa, you placed your arm on the back of the sofa and placed your hand on your cheek, your eyes fall on Yoongi as he held a pen in his hand, a book resting in his lap and words were scribbled down on it. “It’s next week, is there anything specific that you want?” A faint smile begins forming on his lips, his teeth slightly on display.
“Time with you.” He says as he lays his head back against the sofa and turns his head to look at you, his eyes, that was the colour of the earth after the first spring rain and could turn a golden colour when the sun would hit them just perfect. “A day with little to no interruptions with you, that would be a really nice day.” You reach over with your free hand, stopping just before you could touch his cheek, hesitating for a second, he drops the pen in his hand on the book laying on his lap and reaches for your hand, he gently pushes your palm against his warm cheek, keeping his hand over yours, your eyes move from his eyes to your hands.
“Just that?” You ask as your eyes flicker back to his. “Just a little time with me?”
“A day.” He corrects her. “We haven’t been able to spend a day with each other one a while.” You nod your head, your thumb softly tracing over his cheek. “I’m not sure if I can turn my phone off for the entire day, I may have to step out for a couple of hours.” He uses his other hand to move the book away from his lap, he carefully pulls your hand away from his cheek before turning himself to sit sideways on the couch to face you, he places your hands on his knee. “But afterwards, I think we should just stay on the couch, or get back into bed, and watch a movie or a series, order something to eat.” You listen intently and started planning everything in your mind.
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“Can you come over?” You ask in a whining tone, your phone was on the kitchen counter in your apartment while you were — as quietly as you could — unpacking the food you had ordered for Yoongi’s birthday, you hear him hum on the other side of the line, he was at the studio and had messaged you that he had just finished meeting with some producers, so you had called him to invite him over, it was his birthday, and usually you would be at his place, but you needed to do something at your place, and you wouldn’t have had enough time to get back to his with all the food you had ordered.
“Are you at your apartment?” He asks, you could hear a faint sigh as he spoke, he had told you multiple times to get rid of your apartment and move in with him, and each time he would mention it, you would tell him that you wanted to be sure about him, about your relationship with him, but the truth, you were scared he would regret his decision later once he saw all of your things in his apartment or penthouse, you weren’t sure what to call it, it was more likely a penthouse than an apartment. “I will be there in about…” He trails off, probably looking at the time on his phone or watch. “Twenty-five minutes.” You nod your head before you realized he couldn’t see you.
“Oh, right, twenty-five minutes is fine, I’ll see you then.” You say. “I have a surprise for you also.” It took you weeks to make the decision, as scared as you were to leave your apartment, pack everything up and move in with him, you would never know if it would be worth it unless you took that leap, you could hear the rapid beating of your heart loudly drum in your ears, you had given your thirty-day notice to the landlord just an hour ago.
“A surprise?” He asks, you could hear a door closing and assumed he just climbed into his car. “I told you not to get me anything, just being able to spend the rest of today with you will be enough.” You could hear some fumbling in the background. “I’ll see you in twenty-five minutes, I’m about to leave the building.”
“It will be a gift that you like.” You say. “I will see you when you get here, have a safe trip.” The phone call ends, and you lock your phone, and you begin setting the table, moving the food containers to the table, a knock on her door make your movements halt, it couldn’t have been Yoongi already, only ten minutes have passed, you walk to the door, and open it a little.
“Delivery.” The person says, you pull the door open and saw him holding the drinks you had ordered, you had almost forgotten you had ordered them, why did they take so long to arrive? Never mind, you wouldn’t worry about it right now, you take your wallet out and hand him the amount you needed to pay before taking the drinks.
“Thank you.” You say, they nod their heads before walking down the hallway to the elevator, you close the door and made your way back to the kitchen, placing his iced americano on the table near his plate and placing your drink near your plate, after that it didn’t take long for Yoongi to arrive, he greets you with a kiss as he steps into your apartment, shedding his jacket as he moves further inside.
“So, what was the surprise?” He asks as he turns to face you after putting the jacket down on the couch, you smile at him, feeling excitement bubbling up inside you along with nervousness. “It better be a good surprise.”
“You’re making it sound like I’ve given you horrible surprises in the past.” You say. “Firstly, Happy birthday, and secondly, I have food in the kitchen.” A smile on your lips, your hands were pushing into your jean pockets, hoping you could spare your news for after lunch.
“The surprise first.” He says, crushing your hope instantly, maybe you shouldn’t have mentioned the surprise in the first place and just dropped it on him after lunch.
“Okay… if you insist on that first.” You say while pulling your hands out from your pockets. “I uh…” You fear your throat as you felt a lump forming in it. “I gave in my thirty-day notice today.”
“Thirty-day notice?” He asks, you could see the knots in his eyes, the confusion written over his face. “Thirty-day notice… on your apartment?” You could see realisation hit him, his eyes widening with surprise and his lips parting. “Ar— Are you saying… ” He trails off, you nod your head, a smile grows on his lips. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.” You say while nodding your head, a smile forming on your lips, he moves towards you, gently grabbing the side of your face with both his hands. “If you still want me to move in with you.” He pulls you closer, his lips brush against yours, his pine cologne fills your lungs as it surrounds you, the faint taste of the snacks he had eaten at the studio still lingered on his lips.
“This is the best gift you could have given me today.” He says after pulling away, he lays his forehead against yours and stares into your eyes. “When did you decide?” His tone was just above a whisper, it was soft as he spoke, you brought your hands up to his that were still holding your face, placing them over his, feeling the warmth from them underneath your palms.
“I’ve been thinking about it for a few weeks now.” You say. “And I’ve decided that it’s time, time for me to take that leap and move in with you.” It almost appeared like his eyes started to sparkle when you said that, you could see the happiness in them. “Unless you’ve changed your mind?” Your tone was playful as you said that.
“How dare you.” He says, you could hear the playfulness in his voice. “How dare you think for one second that I would ever change my mind about that?” He moves his forehead away from yours while releasing your face, he turns his hands to take hold of yours that was holding the back of his hands. “I’ll come and help you pack and rent a moving truck.”
“Are… are you sure?” You ask. “I mean, I have a lot of stuff, do you really want all of my things in your apartment?” He lets out a breathy chuckle, your fingers interlace with his before letting your arms fall down, hands still connected with each others. “It’s a lot of stuff.”
“I want everything of yours in my space.” He says. “It wouldn’t feel right if you just brought your clothes and personal items, I want each and every piece of you, except your furniture, in my place.” You couldn’t help but to giggle, you would have to sell your furniture, except your pillow, your pillow was your pillow and that was one thing you couldn’t do without, and Yoongi knew… you couldn’t sleep if it wasn’t your pillow, other pillows just didn’t feel right and gave you a headache. “My sofas are big enough and so is my bed, so, I don’t think your furniture will fit in as well.”
“I didn’t think so either.” You say. “But there is maybe a few pieces I want to keep.” He nods his head. “A few pieces that feel like home, minus my pillow, because you already know that I’m never going to get rid of that.” He couldn’t help but loudly laugh, he releases your hands and took a step back, not wanting to be too loud in your ear with his laughing.
“I know, I know.” He says. “You already told me that the pillow was part of the deal when you first slept over at my place.” The first time you were invited over to his place, or he invited you over for the night, you showed up with an overnight bag and your pillow tugged underneath your arm, a sheepish smile on your lips. “I remember it clearly.”
“Then I’m glad you know my and my pillow’s conditions.”
Smutty -fluffy scenario like taehyung one but with yoongi where y/n keep staring at him and he get flustered But like she praises him and makes out with him please If that's okay
You were sitting comfortably on the couch, the tv in front of you long forgotten as you kept staring at your boyfriend – Yoongi – who sat at the dining table. He was busy doing work as he kept typing in his laptop, his eyes focused on the screen in front of him. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him, his face was sculpted perfectly, his thick hair pushed back with a Supreme headband.
“Y/n-ah, can you make me some iced coffee, please?” he says without looking away from his computer. You smile, “Of course babe.”
You stand up and make your way to the kitchen, immediately preparing his drink. Only the sound of the TV, his keyboard, and the coffee machine were the only things that you can hear. You pour the beverage into his favorite cup and proceeded to him. “Here you go,” you said and gave him the cup. He turns to you and smiles cutely, “Thank you, sweetheart.”
You pull out a chair beside him and he looks at you with a questioned expression. You quirk an eyebrow up, “Can I stay here?”
Yoongi grins without looking at you as he focused on his laptop, “Sure.”
Somehow you couldn’t stop looking at him. The way he’d just focus on his work, his eyebrows creased, and his jaw clenched as he typed away. He looked so serious, and it was somehow turning you on. You found yourself smiling, resting your left elbow on the table as you leaned your cheek on your palm. Yoongi took a sip of his coffee, and his eyes connected with yours for a mere second. You notice him smile lightly, his cheeks tinting a shade of pink.
“Ahh, why are you staring at me like that.” He sort of complains, but you know deep inside him that he likes it. He likes the feeling of his stomach fluttering, and he can’t get enough of it. “Nothing much, you’re just very handsome to look at.” Yoongi lowers his head and laughs at your words, brushing his hair with his hand. You keep staring at him, his smile never leaving his lips. He can see you at the corner of his eyes, and it was distracting him. “Y/n, can you please–”
You cut his words off immediately when you push his laptop away, quickly swinging your leg around his lap as you straddled him. His eyes turned big from your sudden actions, getting flustered. You teasingly cock your head to the side, “Why those big eyes, Yoongi?”
You lean your face closer to him, and you can feel his breath hitch up a little bit. You lock your hands around his neck, brushing your lips against his. You can feel his big hands rest at your hips, gripping it. “Can I kiss you?” you whispered, and his eyes go dark. He smirks, and without you expecting it, he leans in and suddenly bites on your lower lip. He chuckles when he hears you gasp, his chest rising up and down the slightest bit.
He doesn’t wait for anything else and presses his lips on yours, his soft flesh molding against yours perfectly. You grab a hold of his cheeks as your tongue asked for entrance. He parts his mouth and allows you to deepen the kiss. You can taste the coffee in his mouth, and you smile in the midst of the kiss. You hear him moan when his tongue made contact with yours, fighting for dominance. Your tongues dance together as your hips involuntarily move on his lap. He holds your hips tightly, causing you to sit still. “Don’t move if you don’t want me to punish you right here, right now.” he suddenly says with a deep and raspy voice, making you shiver.
Yoongi was the one to pull away first, a smirk plastered his face. “What has gotten into you, baby?” he breathlessly says. It was your turn to blush, “I don’t know, I just wanted to kiss you.”
Anon Requested: "Omg I just found ur blog today and I've already read each and everyone one of ur fics!! when I saw ur request box open I've never clicked so fast~ I was wondering if I can request a yoongi highschool au where he's a badboy and he's only soft to y/n who's a shy artist that loves to sit down anywhere and watch people and draw them, pls make it very fluffy if u do end up writing this! I love your writings sm btw~"
(A/N: to all that is holy I have retyped my author's note like 3 times bc tumblr has decided to curse me and everything I try to post keeps getting deleted from my blog :') But if you are reading this now then I have managed to succeed,, Anyway thank you so much for the request lovely~ I hope it is what you were expecting and please don't hesitate to tell me your thoughts!! I will most likely be writing a part two to this because it feels somewhat inconclusive,, Happy reading <3)
“Alright class, let’s get started!” Your math teacher clapped her hands to get the class’ attention. You glanced up from your desk in the back row of the classroom for a few seconds before your eyes found their way back to the small black sketchbook lying open in front of you. All of the pages before this one were a bit tattered, the black cover beaten up and peeling. Anyone who looked at it could tell it was put to good use. The pages were filled with sketches and drawings of people, often times your classmates in their natural environment. Right now you were subtly gazing at a girl with short brown hair, raising her hand to answer the teacher’s question. You concentrated as you attempted to replicate the way her hair slightly brushed against the tops of her shoulders, the tip of your pencil articulately marking up the page.
Your teacher was deep in the middle of a lecture, explaining a key concept in math that most of the students were having a hard time grasping. But you had always had trouble paying attention to the things taught directly to you in school, often opting to study the material the day before a test and end up passing anyway. She held up a 3D model of a cube, gesturing to the sides while trying to explain a foreign concept. Glancing back up to your current drawing model, you saw she was hurriedly taking notes in a small notebook.
The seat you occupied in your class couldn’t be more perfect. You were the only student who sat in the back row of desks, all the others to the sides of you empty. And you weren’t completely in the corner, either. Rather, you were one over from the far right. It gave you the best view to see practically anything in the room. You relied on your journal and pencil to keep relaxed, and because of this you were fine without many friends.
Abruptly, the door to the classroom swung open, footsteps sounding on the hard surface of the floor as the room suddenly filled with silence. Pencil lifting from your paper, you lifted your head slowly to see what had caused the disturbance. Your gaze was met with dark beaten up sneakers lazily strolling across the floor. Eyes travelling upwards, you watched rips in jeans loosely chafe against milky pale skin, thumbs hooked into his belt loops without a care in the world. A dark jacket hung loose on his shoulders, and he glanced at the other students’ gawking faces in disinterest. For a brief second his eyes landed on yours, but it was over as fast as it happened.
“Min Yoongi,” The teacher said in distaste. She was still comically holding up the 3D model, as if she had just been caught stealing. Yoongi blinked in her direction, waiting for her to continue. She sighed, and muttered, “You’re late. Again. Please have a seat.”
As soon as Yoongi turned, she began her lecture again. Some of the students in front turned their attention back to her, while most kept a trained eye on where Yoongi was walking. Your hand remained still against the paper, watching in interest as you predicted his path. Satisfaction coursed through you when he carelessly plopped down his schoolbag and slouched onto the seat right beside the window.
The students sitting in the surrounding desk bristled slightly, doing their best to train their attention back to the front. You bit your lip slightly, the artist inside you marvelling at the scene unfolding in front of you. The sunlight streaming through the window cast perfect shadows across the side of Yoongi’s face, his bright aqua colored hair shining vividly in the streaming light. Your careful gaze locked on his hand as he picked up his pen and started twirling it around his fingers mindlessly.
He was gazing out the window, eyes blank. Every once in awhile he would blink lazily, and it was obvious that his calm demeanor somehow intimidated those around him. Upon being greeted with the sight, you instinctively flipped the page of your sketchbook, the girl you had been drawing earlier forgotten. You studied the size of Yoongi’s face as your hand swiftly made magic on the thick paper. He continued watching the things outside, oblivious to you in the back of the class.
Before you realized it, the bell blared through the room, signalling class was over. The students around you hustled to stuff their school materials into their bags, and your teacher tried desperately to remind them of their homework over all of the noise. You quickly snapped your sketchbook closed and held it tight to your chest, rising from your seat. You knew it probably wouldn’t be long until you needed them again, so you carelessly slipped your drawing pencils into the top of your bag and threw its long strap over your shoulder.
Once the first few students started leaving the classroom, the teacher quickly turned a sharp stare at Yoongi, who remained unmoving in his window seat. “Yoongi, come talk to me before you leave.” She said sternly. Knowing she would no doubt tell him off, you looked down at your feet and fidgeted with your fingers, waiting for the doorway to clear up. You eventually stepped out of the classroom, but now you were faced with a massive sea of students flooding the hallway. You let out a sigh, knowing you had to try to fight the crowd to find your next class.
With a quick inhale, you turned and started walking against the side of the hallway. Your peers had always been so loud. Girls laughed and playfully shoved each other, others goofing around down the hallway. You were nearing a few benches, thankful for opportunity to sit and rest. Almost reaching the bench, someone suddenly shoved your shoulder. Your feet stumbled to the side and pain shot through you as your shoulder blade made rough contact with the wall. You heard your sketchbook fall open in the ground with a light thump, along with quite a few of the pencils that were sitting in the top of your bag. Now they were splayed across the floor underneath the thundering footsteps of other students.
Looking up, you saw a few guys walking together snickering at you, one of them muttering “Loser,” under his breath, a smirk on his lips. They proceeded down the hallway laughing with each other, already having forgotten about you. Quicky, you crouched down to the ground and rushed to grab what was left of your pencils before they were whisked away by everyone’s feet. From the corner of your eye you realized that your sketchbook had fallen open right on the most recent drawing of Yoongi, his gaze resting solemnly on something on the other side of the classroom window.
You paused for a moment, before you noticed someone standing still behind you. A tremor went through you as you turned your head and locked eyes with the very person you had spent the last hour gazing at. Yoongi appeared as if he was towering over you, time held at bay for a moment. As quickly as his eyes met yours, they looked over to your sketchbook still lying open on the floor.
You jolted forward and snatched it from where it was lying, pure embarrassment rising to your face. It felt like your face was bursting into flames as you shakily stood up and held the drawing tightly to your chest. Not meeting his eyes, you opened your mouth to say something, anything. Instead you ended up stuttering your way into further embarrassment, feeling his eyes bore holes into your face.
Yoongi continued staring at you, as if he was enjoying your discomfort. It probably wasn’t every day that he found out someone enjoyed spending their time drawing him. You cringed. Stiffly, your legs moved to walk away in shame, your head pointed down at the ground.
But as you took your first step away from him, a grip that was almost gentle caught your arm. Your foot quickly stumbled back in place and his fingers felt like they were molding into your arm. He didn’t say a word, leaning in as he slowly pulled your drawing back from your chest. Your hands started to tremble slightly, feeling his soft breath on your shoulder and below your ear. A small crease between your eyebrows, you lifted your head to look at his face curiously.
He studied your drawing for a few long seconds, the time stretching out with how close he was to you. A faint smile made its way on his lips, the first smile of his that you had ever seen. Pulling away, Yoongi took a step back and looked toward you. He paused for a moment, quickly muttering, “You’re a good artist.”
Your eyes grew fractionally as you watched him turn, your eyes following his back as he walked straight into the rushing sea of students. They parted mildly, no one daring to be in his path. A few sent glances at you, wondering what he was doing talking to you. You blinked, looked down at your drawing one last time before jamming it into your bag. Yoongi was lost in the crowd by now. Checking a clock on the wall, you figured you should head to class before you were late. Turning on your heel, you watched the ground and briskly walked down the hallway.
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Lost Time by @thoughtful-yoongi
Pairing by @rreader
103."im proud of you" and 107."you remembered" with our loveliest yoongi? 💖💖💖 sweet suga bias!love you so much,dear!♡
Min Yoongi Headcannon by @itsarealshitshow
college & bad boy au sees you at a party with your drunk friend doesnt talk to you because bad boytm min...
First Love by @strawberrymilfk
Yoongi Scenario: Meeting His Famous S/o After A Long... by @1rosex
yoongi scenario: meeting his famous s/o after a long time
Sleepless Over The Clouds ~ Yoongi X Reader by @chimslady
Min Yoongi X Reader by @chunghabb
Coffee N Kisses by @koolcidwannabe-blog
Resilience by @cloudycrystalkpop
Like The Seasons, You Are by @fictivewriters
uni au
summary: youve just come to terms with being genderfluid, but you arent sure how to tell your boyfriend, yoongi, who youre practically in love with.
So I Heard You Like Bad Boys by @scriptaed
Tae And Yoongi | Hc by @lcthebtswriter
summary: headcanons for a poly relationship between you and the two mentioned
Harvest Moon by @joons-expensive-gurl
Coffee And Music by @lcthebtswriter
Yoongi X Reader Angst by @yuumeeg
Bad For Me (min Yoongi X Reader) by @hoseokhearts-blog
Opening Up (yoongi X Reader) by @wasabi-cupcakes
college au
summary: yoongi was your classmate, friend, and eventually your crush. being so close, it was easy to tell that he was hurting, but why did he have to push you away? whats it gonna take for min yoongi to open up?
Best Friend! Yoongi by @epiloguebxy-blog
Act Like You Love Me by @suga-and-tae
Hallways Of Hip Hop by @nochu-specs
In The Water by @rofics
Yoongi Drabble by @joons-expensive-gurl
Initials by @salasana000
min yoongi x reader every soul had always managed to present some sort of passion towards the fine arts. some were...
Hidden Feelings by @fromjunhui
Blind Date: Suga X Reader by @bts-fics-imagines-and-funny-shit
Best Voice Around by @joons-expensive-gurl
Ou Tes Pieds Passent | Yoongi by @yoongitalks
The Thunderstorm And The Flower by @btsoutfits
Yoongi Scenario: Sand And Salt Water. by @bangtan-spells
[ M.yg ] Would The Stars Go Out? (please Don't Go) by @kitkats-mikrokosmos
[ m.yg ] would the stars go out? (please don't go)
Date - Min Yoongi X Reader [rewrite] by @mapleglasses27
"date" - min yoongi x reader [rewrite]
The Incident ~ Myg [request] by @dreamescapeswriting
Unloved ~ Myg [request] by @dreamescapeswriting
On The Run ~ Myg [request] by @dreamescapeswriting
A Ruined Proposal ~ Myg [request] by @dreamescapeswriting
Stressed Out ~ Myg [request] by @dreamescapeswriting
Burnt ~ Myg [request] by @dreamescapeswriting
The Stables ~ Myg [request] by @dreamescapeswriting
The Devil Within ~ Myg [request] by @dreamescapeswriting
Sweet As Sugar ~ Myg [request] by @dreamescapeswriting
Campfire ~ Myg [request] by @dreamescapeswriting
Friendly Neighbourhood Boy ~ Myg [request] by @dreamescapeswriting
Seesaw ~ Myg [request] by @dreamescapeswriting
Going The Distance ~ Myg [request] by @dreamescapeswriting
Slamdunk ~ Myg [request] by @dreamescapeswriting
Living Hell ~ Myg [request] by @dreamescapeswriting
Boy In Disguise ~ Myg [request] by @dreamescapeswriting
The Palace Gardens ~ Myg [request] by @dreamescapeswriting
Pink Drink Of Death ~ Myg [request] by @dreamescapeswriting
Fortune Cookie ~ Myg [request] by @dreamescapeswriting
Whipped For You ~ Myg [tw] [request] by @dreamescapeswriting
Dangerous Combination ~ Myg [request] by @dreamescapeswriting
Philophobia ~ Myg [request] by @dreamescapeswriting
Busy ~ Myg [drabble] by @dreamescapeswriting
Your Side Of The Bed ~ Myg [drabble] by @dreamescapeswriting
The Tyrant Emperor ~ Myg [request] by @dreamescapeswriting
Relapse ~ Myg [request] [tw] by @dreamescapeswriting
Min Yoongi ~sugadaddy [request] by @dreamescapeswriting
Min Yoongi ~ Hospital [drabble] by @dreamescapeswriting
The Goddess Of Timing | Myg by @joonam
bts au
summary: you and yoongi once placed your faith in the goddess of timing, but even goddesses lie.
Smoke And Sugar by @dreamythoughtsmood
Dans La Nuit (min Yoongi) by @shinysobi
Forget-me-not by @dumpywrites
- min yoongi / suga
Club Brooklyn - Min Yoongi / Suga by @dumpywrites
Idol Yoongi X Best Friend Reader by @redrose10
warnings: none word count: 8,347 here it is and i really hope it doesn’t disappoint! you...
Idol Yoongi X Reader by @redrose10
warnings: none word count: 892 no one owes anyone anything. i’ve seen some pretty terrible things going...
Bodyguard Yoongi Who Is A Little Too Protective Of... by @charli7sworld
bodyguard yoongi who is a little too protective of you pairing: reader x min yoongi warning: violence ?, illegal art dealing,...
Ceo Yoongi X Female Reader by @redrose10
warnings: none word count: 1, 316 thank you for requesting! i hope this is what you were looking...
No Longer You | Myg (one Shot) by @minyoongisnewthing
yoongi au, fantasy au
This Was Fun To Write Hehehe by @prodagustd
bts au
hi tina! how about a drabble of a make out sesh from this ask please
Lulling Stream by @writinglvl
https://tenor.com/view/yoongi-guitar-vlive-chuckle-feetsies-gif-18881238 ~ min yoongi x reader ~ boyfriend suga ~ word count:...
[4:08 Pm] - Min Yoongi by @doyoungiesbunnies
| our song
Ghostwriter | Yoongi X Reader [preview] by @actualsaii
Hymn To The Sea by @seokth
mermaid au
oneshot ; 3.6k words pairing | min yoongi x female reader summary | you wish you could cry, wish you could...
The Library by @baojinnie
Shut Eye: The Other Side by @alpacaparkaseok
New Years Eve by @alpacaparkaseok
Love Of My Life | Myg by @latetaektalk
relationship au
What Friends Are For by @kookadoodle
Whats A Soul Mate by @ace-angel-judas
mafia au, mate au, soulmate au
Bad For Me (min Yoongi X Reader) by @hoseokhearts-blog
Railway At Night [ Suga X Reader ] by @rapmonstalert
The House Was Quiettoo Quiet. by @suga-chan-nu
the house was quiet—too quiet. once your fingers grasped the cluster of keychains attached to your keys, and the jingling...
Smile For Me - M.y.g by @petersasteria
summary: the new barista at the local cafe doesnt smile at alltype: coffee shop aunote: yoongi doesnt come in until later in the fic ty for ur patience, slow burn, and the fic is rlly longword count: 9377
Best Of Luck! ~bangtan by @werezmastarbucks
summary: years spent under your gentle, caring hand, make yoongi realize he is in love with you. the problem is: how does he go about it? what if a confession, or a move, topples the fragile, curated, professional peace? his first mistake is going to his members for...
Okay. A1 D2 by @babyarmybabbles
"okay." a1 d2
Moth To Flame (yoongi Short) by @azucarmorena97
There Is Karma [final, Happy Ending] by @bluekittyworld
Converse High by @tiedyeflannels
Run Away With Me? by @sunnebeam
mafia au
Pair : Yoongi X Fem. Reader (disney Soul Au) by @mak3itr7ght
au, bts au, disney au, yoongi au
pair : yoongi x fem. reader (disney 'soul' au) yoongi's pov 'and the winner is...min yoongi!' at first... i couldn't be able...
Everything Just Stops. by @sunnebeam
mafia au
The Girlfriend Experience by @arlaina28
- first date- suga version fandom- bts relationship- suga/reader rated- general it’s been a week since...
You Can! And I Threw In Yoongi! Thank You For Requesting And I Hope... by @augustbutwinter
ok but can i combine arranged marriage with one bed (maybe they're forced to sleep in the same bed after months ... or *gasp*...
Myg - Insecurities (tw) (m) by @hobaworld7
Youre Not Leaving Me by @wildestdreamsblog
summary: you were done waiting for him, done being alone in this relationship. but it turns out min yoongi is someone who wont let go. idol!au
Lust (myg) by @gridswork
Suga, Were Going Down (myg) by @joheunsaram
summary- yoongis regrets know no bounds when it comes to you.
Enjoy! by @plussizeappreciationfics
can i request african american gf...bts suga the company say they have 2 weeks off from work and suga and his girl just...
Mark Of The Arcane || Teaser || by @persphonesorchid
fantasy au, magic au
summary; centuries before, in the times of the ancient kings, a prophecy was heard. when the three kingdoms of valerem fall to ruins, their saviour would come in blinding starlight. who is this saviour, you may ask? none other than min yoongi, who was too busy being late to work to realise he...
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Here Is The Third And Final Part Of This One by @redrose10
. sorry for the delay! its not my best work, but its been a really tough couple of...
Between The Seconds Min Yoongi by @pt2change
Bangtans Receptionist by @wooataes
Not A Replacement by @beautiful-songbird
At His Mercy | Min Yoongi One Shot by @blushedarmybunny
Yoongi With Reader Who Wants A Late Night Snack by @softxsuki
please i need more fluffy yoongi one shots its always angst for him
A Christmas Lead || Myg by @aredheadedmess
Promises || Myg by @aredheadedmess
Carnations, Arbutus And Chrysanthemums 3 Myg Jhs by @hyunnows
edit credit: [btsaesthete_] content/warnings: hanahaki!au, angst, fluffy moments, one sided love, mentions of blood rating:...
Fallen || Myg by @aredheadedmess
Candle | Myg Oneshot by @tae-cup
Written In Icing-yoongi by @bangtanoneshotsx
Next Life by @bigheartedsky
Blushing Bride | Myg by @yeontanismypresident
a/n: sorry its so short and took so long. it seems my inspiration and motivation to write is still not at...
A Forever Thing | Myg by @yeontanismypresident
Yoongs Why U Gotta Be Like Dat by @letswritebangtan
can i have a x reader in which yoongi never said i love you, so "you" think it's time to break up for both your sakes? so angst...
First Love by @today-we-will-survive
Yoongi ~ Fake Love by @softromxnce
gif credit ~ i dont know. so if you dont find the owner, credit to them. this isnt mine, only the fanfic. pairing ~ yoongi x...
Broken Clocks by @iwannabeyournoona
Im So Glad Thank You For Requesting by @redrose10
hiiii i just wanted you to know that all of your stories are beautiful,with a lot a details!!i love them😍 can you write a story...
Yoongi X Female Reader- Featuring Jungkook by @redrose10
warnings: angst, abandonment, past abuse, a bit of harassment, swearing word count:...
Filter | Myg by @gimmethatagustd
I Am So Sorry That This Has Taken So Long To Complete by @redrose10
yoongi au
since you mentioned getting a job in a hospital, it gave me some ideas. 1, nurse/doctor oc x single dad yoongi yoongi's kid...
Hi! Thanks For Requesting! I Wrote This With Yoongi So I Hope Thats... by @redrose10
hiii! so nice to see that you’re back! congrats on the new job and i hope that you’re parents are already better now~ also, this...
Something I Wrote Last Night... by @redrose10
something i wrote last night… yoongi x female reader warnings: mentions of anxiety and mental health struggles, depression...
I Saw It! I Just Had Like Five Different Ideas For This One... by @redrose10
i wasn’t sure if you would see my comment or not but 13 and/or 21 with yoongi please! nice to see you back. i hope things get...
Cold Comfort : by @cyb-soo
your captor is cold, cruel, and everything else you hate. so why do you feel so sad seeing him cry? pairing :...
King Squishy by @candywife333
Thanks For The Ask And All The Appreciation by @back2bluesidex
hi! thank you for taking the prompt requests! i love your work sm that im also a patron sub 🫶 can i please request yoongi - "i...
Yoongi X Female Reader. Arranged Marriage Au. by @redrose10
marriage au
warnings: mentions of alcoholism, slight mention of bullying and abusive...
Cafe Cafe Owner Yoongi X Female Reader by @redrose10
summary: with only a few dollars left to your name you werent sure how you were going to survive. thankfully, sugas cat cafe came to the rescue offering you a job when you needed it most. not only did it pay decently it also came with perks like unlimited free coffee and a cute, but grumpy cafe...
The Way I Loved You | M.yg by @maknaeswrld
Cat Cafe Owner Yoongi X Female Reader by @redrose10
yoongi au
summary: with only a few dollars left to your name you werent sure how you were going to survive. thankfully, sugas cat cafe came to the rescue offering you a job when you needed it most. not only did it pay decently it also came with perks like unlimited free coffee and a cute, but grumpy cafe...
+. Yoongis Realization by @champagnevi
₊✧.⋆˚ yoongi's realization yoongi, who longed every day for the chance to run into you at work just to see you. even if you...
Thanks For The Request. I Hope You Like It! by @redrose10
summary: yoongis cheeks have magical healing powers, but you feel too guilty to use them.
I Wasnt 100% Sure On Which Prompts To Use, But I Really Hope You Like It by @redrose10
yoongi au, marriage au
~sunshine And Rain~ by @darkpuppysuit
Surprise! A Short Little Update Since I Had Some Time Today by @redrose10
. idol yoongi x female spouse reader warnings:...
I Hope Everyone Is Doing Okay by @redrose10
! i have like four different versions of this saved, but couldnt decide on which one so today i...
I Might Post Another Christmas Themed Story Before Christmas, But... by @redrose10
< a christmas miracle >
< Little Birdies > by @redrose10
Only To You by @yooniepot
This One Got A Way From Me A Little, But I Hope You Like It by @redrose10
yoongi - 50
A Dream With An Idol by @bts-roses
Excerpt: by @bts-roses
a dream with an idol
Heated Red by @cyb-soo
synopsis min yoongi is a man of duality. familiar with the sugary sweet side, you cant help but be shocked at what hides behind closed doors.
Girl Crush - Myg by @back2bluesidex
Im Still Working On Requests But I Had This Idea For A Ghost Yoongi... by @btsficsandsuch
im still working on requests but i had this idea for a ghost yoongi fic and since its getting close to halloween i thought it...
Great War - Myg by @back2bluesidex
the great war will make a good ff too (maybe yoongi?)
I Hope This Is Okay. I Just Started Reading Au Fics Myself So I Have... by @btsficsandsuch
hello~ is there any possibility for me to request a min yoongi demon that was unintentionally summoned but angsty if possible...
Hope This Is Okay! Sorry Its Been A Few Days by @btsficsandsuch
hi! so, i was thinking, maybe a yoongi x reader where the reader is overall a physically weak person,, not that she cant do...
A First Kiss And A Lie by @btsficsandsuch
Taste Of His Own Medicine by @btsficsandsuch
My Italian Is Very Minimal So I Used Google Translate Which I Know Is... by @btsficsandsuch
hi! dunno if youre accepting requests, if not you can just ignore me !! okay,, i love your blog and your writing and ughh im...
Comfort Person by @btsficsandsuch
Im Sorry by @btsficsandsuch
You Dont Want To Fall In Love With Me by @btsficsandsuch
Chocolate Opal by @frenchkisstheabyss
pairing: boyfriend!yoongi x reader summary: while out celebrating your engagement, you hear a drunken...
You Better Figure It by @btsficsandsuch
out
I Wanted To Be Romantic by @btsficsandsuch
Ps, Is It Okay If I Start Calling You Dad? by @btsficsandsuch
Everythings Going To Be Okay by @btsficsandsuch
For The Love Of Tangerines by @btsficsandsuch
I Might Be A Little Yoongi Biased. by @btsficsandsuch
anniversary alone
Play For You |myg| by @silenttale22
Whispers Of The Heart by @theweasleytwinsownmyjuicyass
Spotlight - Myg by @back2bluesidex
Muted Memories by @sugacor3
Ii - A Princess Marrying A King by @naturaldisatr
fantasy au
summary - everything is not as it seems and you realize you know nothing at all pairing - fairy!reader x dragon!yoongi
Planters Punch - Myg by @daemour
Better Off - Min Yoongi by @asteriaguk
genre : angst (im a whore for toxic yoongi) pairing : yoongi x reader(?), jaehyun x reader summary :...
Drabble : Grey by @ratherbefangirling
Falling Back In Love, M.yg by @inactivechoimina
Grapple Yan!m.yg by @yn-dere
Put Two And Two Together by @mingoyeob-archive
pairing: myg x reader words: 800 genre: fluff, angst authors note: as a fellow introvert, i always...
No Happy Endings Here Lol My Bad by @honeytae
would you mind making angst 4 & 9 with yoongi?? :((((( thank you and woo happy 1 year!!!!
Before I Leave You (masterlist) by @hollyhomburg
Before I Leave You (sneak Peak) by @hollyhomburg
Who by @hoebii
Wearing Another Members Clothes After They Dont Let You Wear Theirs |... by @hyunnows
wearing another member's clothes after they don't let you wear their's | bts hyung line
First Love | Prologue by @clouditae
Love? by @renjiokumura
min yoongi x plus size reader disclaimer: anything i write is purely fiction. tags: angst, established relationship, and...
Missing You. || Yoongi by @mini-moongi
Love Isnt Real: Yoongi X Reader by @impersonating-chimchim
Rain by @bangtan-dreamland
Bad | Myg by @oohfluffy
Tell Me That You Love Me. by @scriptaed
synopsis: sometimes letting go is the hardest thing to do - a cruel lesson that comes crashing on the both of you when the unexpected occurs: a mutual fall out of love.
The Redmail. by @scriptaed
synopsis: stoic, indifferent, and aloof, youve always wondered what made that oddball yoongi the heartthrob of the school; that is, until one day, when you finally catch him red
It Isnt Love. by @scriptaed
synopsis: it all happened too fast. first, he held you in his arms in the couch of your living room, and next, he had packed all of his belongings and left you to an abandoned apartment without warning. now, hes known as suga of bts and the only way you can cross paths with the renowned star once...
Love At First Touch by @justcallmenikki7
Broken Promise by @flufflebuns
Reassurance: Min Yoongi by @justcallmenikki7
Say Goodbye | Myj by @yeontanismypresident
How To Save A Life : Yoongi by @justcallmenikki7
A Love For Music : Yoongi X Reader by @milk-mochi
drabble words : 667 genre : fluff / soft angst ? warnings : none that i know of. maybe...
Bts Friends To Lovers Drabble Series by @ddaengyoonmin
Broken | Myg by @oohfluffy
Min Yoongi X Reader: Cheat by @marauders-make-me-cry
hes having an affair and youre well aware of it angsty and really short! listen to im not the only one by sam smith you were...
Diamonds (yoongi X Reader) by @7sirens-blog
genre: angst warnings: angst af, cheating word count: 918 _____________________________________________ she remembered the day...
Coconut Rough: Min Yoongi by @bangtanwhorse82
A New Beginning by @tvntae
Lost Time by @thoughtful-yoongi
First Love by @strawberrymilfk
Like The Seasons, You Are by @fictivewriters
uni au
summary: youve just come to terms with being genderfluid, but you arent sure how to tell your boyfriend, yoongi, who youre practically in love with.
Yoongi X Reader Angst by @yuumeeg
Gangsta Chapter One by @saturnmyg
summary: min yoongi aka agust d an underground rapper on the come up , finds y/n outside of a club hurt and on the verge on passing out, little did he know saving her would turn his world upside down
Act Like You Love Me by @suga-and-tae
The Thunderstorm And The Flower by @btsoutfits
[ M.yg ] Would The Stars Go Out? (please Don't Go) by @kitkats-mikrokosmos
[ m.yg ] would the stars go out? (please don't go)
Unloved ~ Myg [request] by @dreamescapeswriting
Forget-me-not by @dumpywrites
- min yoongi / suga
Club Brooklyn - Min Yoongi / Suga by @dumpywrites
Idol Yoongi X Best Friend Reader by @redrose10
warnings: none word count: 8,347 here it is and i really hope it doesn’t disappoint! you...
Yoongi X Female Reader by @redrose10
summary: when you return to your small hometown after your grandmothers passing, the last person you expect to find in her farmhouse is yoongiyour childhood best friend, first crush, and the boy who broke your heart
No Longer You | Myg (one Shot) by @minyoongisnewthing
yoongi au, fantasy au
Hangsang Myg One Shot by @mrsparknamjoon
au, bts au
summary: on a particular difficult day, while feeling at your absolute lowest, you confess to yoongi he would be better off without you
Love Of My Life | Myg by @latetaektalk
relationship au
Tooth And Claw // M. Y. G. by @linniewritesficz
bts au
summary: predatory animal hybrids are rare and illegal in your society, but that doesnt stop some people from rearranging the dna of orphans and then selling them on the black market
