Hii, I discovered your blog through one of my moots and saw that your doing ships! I was wondering if I could request a ship with BTS? I'm 22 y/o. 5'3" and my weight is 66kgs which means I'm chubby and squishy, lol. My sun sign is Gemini, my moon is in Sagittarius, ascendent in Gemini and midheaven in Pisces. My MBTI is INTP-T, Enneagram 5w8 and I'm a ravenclaw. I'm more like a tomboy, hair cut into short oval bobs, wears oversized tees and don't like painting my nails. I have myopia so I wear specs. I prefer indoors over crowded and noisy places. I have phobia of heights and everything in between. I'm not much of an adventure enthusiast. I can cook pretty well but I'm not much fond of it. Besides, I'm a foodie, I love eating fast food, specially ice cream and dumplings, these are my weakness. I'm perceived as a dimwit, and a shy person by new people but I have a dry sense of humor and I'm often looked upon as a blunt person. I happen to roast people when they expect it the least. I'm goddess of procrastination but also I'm quite passionate about learning random things which interest me. One can say I strive to be a jack of all ships by learning everything I get my hands on. I strive to be a perfectionist as well, in everything I do. Besides all my other hobbies, I love a good 15 hour sleep. I seldom get even a full 6 hour sleep however because I'm a night owl. I have a quite laid back personality and I tend to zone out a lot. I'm a day dreamer, always lost in the realms of my imaginations. I'm open minded but also kind of a rebel who hates to be told what to do. I prefer to use my brain over my heart. I don't identify as a person who's influenced by emotions. I struggle with expressing emotions and even affection. I'm creative. I like writing poetries and stories. My friends and even my mum refer to me as a philosopher, cause I'm always preaching philosophies of complexities of human nature and life. I wanted to become a singer when I was 10-12 years old but things turned out differently and now I'm into filmmaking, it's my passion and I dream to be a successful filmmaker some day. But aside from that, I still want to pursue my dream of singing. Also, I don't believe in marriage or any traditional settings established by society and look forward to adopt and raise a child on my own when I'd be earning enough I hope it'll be enough about me and it's not too much, lol.
Hello love! Thank you so much for requesting <3
In BTS I ship you with … YOONGI!
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I get the impression that you and Yoongi have very similar values. He would be really attracted to your laid back attitude to life. Neither of you want to conform to what society expects of you, you just want to do what makes you happy and what feels right for you. Knowing that you have similar beliefs to him will help him open up to you and will allow the two of you to form an extremely close relationship.
You would 100% have the kind of relationship where you could roast the hell out of each other. Sarcastic comments are the norm your relationship. Its very much “I love you”, “ew gross”, “fine I take it back, I hate you”, kind of vibes lol. Playful teasing is something you both do a lot too. You’re shorter than him so he would use that to his advantage by putting things that you need on a higher shelf so he can poke fun at you when you struggle to reach it. I can see you going to grab your favourite snack but he would grab it just before you can and hold it above his head. You would yell at him which would cause him to smirk more. That smirk would quickly drop when you start tickle him causing him to drop the snack in to your arms while you run away shouting “haha sucker!”.
You’re both more low-key so I can imagine you enjoying more chilled dates. Neither of you mind, just as long as you get to spend time together. One thing I picture you both doing is going for late night drives and picking up your favourite food. After working long and hard in the studio, I can see Yoongi coming to pick you up in the car and driving to your favourite dumpling place. You’d both go in, snuggled into each other to shield yourselves from the cool night air, and order your food before driving to a nice spot in the city, maybe somewhere that overlooks your favourite landmark. Sitting in the car, while looking at the views, you’d be able to enjoy your dumplings together while you tell each other about your days and your favourite music plays softly in the background.
Yoongi knows how important it is to follow your dreams, so he would be the most supportive boyfriend when it comes to your dream of singing. He would love to help you out by bringing you to his studio and recording some of your songs and teaching you all about music production. He would probably even ask you to sing some backing vocals on songs he is working on. He’d love to help you write your own songs too, and I can totally see him surprising you with songs that he has written just for you.
I can also see you both loving to nap together. You both have a tendency to not get much sleep during the week, so weekends would be reserved for lazy days filled with naps. You both love to sleep in and wake up once your feeling refreshed. To be honest, Yoongi wouldn’t say it, but waking up with you in his arms would be his favourite thing. He’d wake you up by playfully nudging you, causing you to blink up at him while he laughs and kisses your nose. I can see you both padding downstairs to the kitchen, still in your pjs, and cooking up some breakfast to take back up to bed with you. Pancakes would be your go to meal!
Okay but imagine this, since you like filmmaking, you would always have your camera on you whenever you and Yoongi are hanging out and you’d be filming shots of your date locations and candid clips of Yoongi. You would have plenty of clips of the two of you hanging out in his studio, walking down the streets of Seoul late at night, or videos of Yoongi laughing at one of your blunt jokes! For your one year anniversary I can totally imagine you putting all those clips together to one of his favourite songs and gifting it to him. I honestly think he would be so touched by this. He would watch it whenever he is feeling down or when he is away and missing you. He would treasure it forever.
Pictures are not mine! These are just a few of at least my favorite outfits on him but there were so many that I had to limit the amount of pictures I chose.
He looked at her like she was the sun, in that he never looked at her except in frustration. He basked in her warmth, he complained when she was gone but never looked. On days she was muted he complained, on days she was strong he hid from her. He never looked at her until she was leaving, and in the beauty of the sunset he wondered how he'd never seen her before.
Min Yoongi was bad. He smoked, he broke the law, he drove too fast for his own good. He never followed the rules because he thought they were stifling "Why sit here all day when the teachers don't give a shit or not if I learn anyways?" He was always quiet unless he found something unjust. He didn't care, mostly because no one ever taught him how to. If he were a book, he'd be the one you throw across the room, then hours later, pick up again and leaf through the pages.
He's always in the back of the classroom, his head falling side to side in boredom as if he wished he was anywhere else in the world. Usually I like to hide in the middle of the room, but today I plopped myself down right next to him. He looked me over with vague annoyance before scanning the room before looking back at me "What are you doing?" he grumbled, so he's confrontational but what did I expect? He was staring at me with such intensity that I forced myself to look down at my notebook to avoid them "I'm just sitting here," I replied innocently shrugging my shoulders.
"There's other seats open." He made it very obvious that he did not want me to sit by him but he didn't scare me. I lifted my eyes to look back at him "I wanted to sit by you." I replied bluntly, this time causing him to avert his gaze. He didn't say anything then, just acted as if I wasn't sitting right next to him. "You look a lot more scary than you act." He let out a scoff and rolled his eyes before relaxing into his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. "So, what's on your mind?" I asked, he furrowed his eyebrows and looked at me getting me to shrug "Just making conversation."
He let out a sigh in annoyance "You know, normal school guy stuff," he indulged me, I raised an eyebrow with a little smirk "Sex?" I asked getting a hint of a smile to cross his lips. He rested his head on his arms "Homicide." I let out a giggle at his statement and he smirked at the sound. The teacher silenced everyone as class begun and within two minutes he was out cold, snoring lightly beside me. Which gave me a chance to really look at him. He may put off this hard exterior but looking at him now in his most venerable state he looked soft.
His features were sharp, his jaw prominent, cheekbones on show, his nose was straight and aquiline. His lips, oh god those lips, perfectly formed, parted slightly, his breath, I imagine, moving in and out in steady streams of air. His lashes delicately brushing his dark under eyes as his eyes move feverishly behind closed lids. He was magnificently crafted without a spot on his skin, besides the nicks and scars from aging, he was seemingly perfect. With a sharp tongue and a quick wit, it was obvious why others cower in his wake.
I wanted more.
I've come to find he was a great listener, he either didn't have much to say, or had too much to say that it's overwhelming and leaves him speechless. He does however complain and whine every time I bother him with my 'trivial problems' or 'pointless conversations' Nonetheless I seem to tell him everything, even if I don't plan on it, there's something about him that just draws the words out of my mouth. He was always calm as well, he never got worked up, he was almost always remained emotionless.
That's what I thought anyway, it wasn't until I found him playing basketball in the gym with some of the other guys. There was smiling and cheering, as well as anger and yelling, I was afraid he was going to get whiplash from switching from one to another so fast. It was amusing though, to see him doing something other than just sit there and exist. I never liked sports myself, but found it oddly enjoyable to watch him dribble down the court and shoot. After a while there was a time out and he jogged over sitting down on a bench drinking out of a water bottle.
"I didn't know you played," I said getting his eyes to snap towards me as I made my way over to him. He rolled his eyes taking another drink out of his water bottle "You're stalking me." he set the bottle on the floor looking at me accusingly. I rolled my eyes with a slight smile "I'm your friend, it's not stalking when your friends." "We're not friends." He's stubborn that's for sure. I sighed now standing in front of him, both of us silent as he rubbed his thigh muscle looking over at his team. "Did you hurt yourself?" I asked poking the hand that was rubbing his leg to get his attention. He shrugged before looking at me, he eyed me for a moment, as if he was trying to decide something when finally he spoke "Rub it." he removed his hand.
I was stunned that he requested something so intimate as if it was nothing, blushing slightly I began squeezing the tight muscle trying my best to loosen it up. "Distract me" he asked, I lifted my gaze from his leg to his dark eyes that were looking at me in wonder. I shrugged my shoulders "Maybe I'm too philosophical. Maybe I have too much hope in the world. But I see people as stars and stars as wishes and wishes as painting and maybe that's to avoid reality, maybe it's because I'm so broken I want to believe everyone else is whole. But maybe that's not true." he was use to me going on tangents as he didn't interrupt, "Anyways, I'm not sporty or anything but I am getting an award for my poetry next Friday so I'm excited."
With that he got up causing me to remove my hand from his leg and he went back into the game. Looking over the rest of his teammates it was easy to guess what kind of people they were, everyone is over exposed except for him. He was a mystery to me, yet so familiar. Like a song I've never heard before, and a tune I've known my entire life. Something about him makes me misjudge a push as a pull. The game ended with his team winning and I stood on the sidelines cheering. The team walked back over to the bench and I smiled at him as he ignored my existence.
"Min, is this your girlfriend or something? She follows you around like a lost puppy." Some guy I've never met joked elbowing him in the side, but before I could even say anything he spoke up. "No... She's nothing to me." I didn't expect the words to hurt my heart as much as they did, he looked up at me expressionless "She's just a stalker." he muttered getting the other guy to laugh, but tears welled in my eyes. "Really?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest, "What do you want me to say? We're best friends? We're not, I just put up with you like I put up with everyone else in this fuckin place, you're not special."
Feeling like I got stabbed a thousand times by a million tiny knives, I wiped a tear off my cheek "Okay, see you around then," I muttered fixing my backpack on my shoulders before bolting out of the gym. Once I made it outside I let the tears roll freely down my cheeks. Maybe the words only hurt me so much because they were true. I wanted him to consider me at least a friend because what I feel for him is beyond that, and hearing those dreaded words come out of his mouth... I finally just broke.
"You write so beautifully!"
"You deserve all this praise."
"You've done so well."
I could get all the high praise in the world but none of them could lift my heavy heart. I smiled of course, and thanked everyone, and seemed excited about the whole thing, but I couldn't get rid of the heavy feeling in my chest. I knew I shouldn't but I missed him. With his snarky comments, and not giving a shit attitude. But I couldn't waste the night dedicated to me on thoughts of him. He made it clear that after all my efforts he still wanted nothing to do with me, so I've left him alone and went back to hanging out with my friends who were more than happy to learn the mystery that is Min Yoongi. I didn't tell them much, wanting to keep him mostly to myself.
With linked arms my friends and I left the building, planning to go out drinking and celebrating my success. However, as soon as the cool air hit my skin I saw him standing there. My friends gasped but I couldn't bring myself to look away from him. "Go, I'll meet you in the car," I told them softly dropping their arms. They whispered as they walked off taking peeks at the two of us, I crossed my arms over my chest as if to shield myself from his coldness. I slowly walked over to him refusing to look him in the eyes "What are you doing here?" I mumbled quietly.
"Please look at me." I've never heard his voice sound so desperate before. I brought my eyes up to meet his, they were looking at me softly, his eyes darting around my face. His actions scared me. He had placed his hand on my cheek gently stroking my cheek bone, his body and face just inches from mine. He brought his face down closer to mine, his forehead against mine, his nose brushing against mine, his breath dancing across my skin. "I'm sorry." he licked his lip, choosing his words carefully "You mean more to me than you know."
He moved in so our lips were just an inch apart, he was hesitant to kiss me. I closed my eyes and moved closer so his lips touched mine. His hands slide to the back of my head pressing harder into the kiss. I slide my arms to his chest, as his other hand went to my waist trying to pull me closer. Our bodies pressed together, lips captured in one another, saying everything we were terrified to say out loud. His kiss was soft, his lips gently, welcoming me, making me feel just right.
I pulled back when there was a burning sensation in my lungs, and panted heavily "Do you love me?" I asked. Even though it was dark out I was able to see the hint of pink that spread across his cheeks. He wrapped both his arms around me hugging me to his chest, burying his face in the side of my head. I couldn't help but grin, slipping my arms around his torso "Maybe." he mumbled into my hair getting me to giggle. "My friends want to go out and celebrate, and I was going to go unless you can offer something better..." I mumbled against his chest. He hummed "I can offer sex?" I blushed at his comment "or maybe cuddles." I looked up at him "Deal."
Prompt: By the age of 10, nearly everyone has developed two tattoos, one on each arm. Each one is a date and a time, and one is when you’ll meet your soulmate. But the other is when you’ll meet your worst enemy. Until the closer date, most people worry about which will come first, but not you. Because your dates and times are exactly the same.
Pairing: Reader x Min Yoongi
Words: 5746
pt. 1 Masterlist
Enjoy!! -Cel
His hair was silky between your fingers as you gazed silently at one another. You had been talking for hours, moving from your bed to the kitchen, where you ordered a pizza which currently sat mostly eaten and growing colder by the moment on the table. Yoongi had coaxed you onto his lap with a kiss on the knuckles and a mischievous grin. You slowly obliged, sitting with both legs on one side of his. Straddling could wait for a different day, especially since you still wore a dress. He trailed a finger down your jaw, coming to a stop at your chin, where he slowly ran his thumb over your bottom lip. The touch sent shivers down your spine.
“God, I’ve waited so long for today...” he whispered, his eyes doing yet another once-over of your features. You let yours do the same, noting his plump lips, only made fuller by the copious amounts of kissing which had already taken place. His cheekbones and jawline made his face angular, while his cheeks were slightly rounded. But it was his eyes that truly captivated you, a dark color which, upon further inspection, you found to be a deep brown which you had originally thought was black instead. His thick lashes dusted his cheeks as he lowered his eyes, and you felt something stir as you realized he also had a light layer of makeup, meant only to define and emphasize those beautiful eyes of his.
“And you think I haven’t?” you murmured back, leaning down to pepper his cheek and jaw with light kisses. He drew in a slow breath, leaning his head back slightly as you kissed just below his ear. “My first tattoo came at nine, and then the waiting game started.” You wrapped one arm around his neck, the other one nearly tangling in his perfect hair.
The feel of the entire room shifted as he chuckled lowly, moving back slightly to look at you. “I’ve got you beat,” he smirked. “Try eight...” The words didn’t have time to register before his lips were on you, nipping at the flesh of your neck. You felt his tongue dart out, making you gasp ever so slightly. But apparently it was enough to encourage him, and he let his teeth drag over the spot where your pulse raced the fastest, sucking gently. Your hand, still in his hair, tightened a bit, making him groan quietly. Something in your stomach twinged, and you realized if this went on much longer, it would escalate a little faster than you had originally planned.
Reluctantly, you pulled yourself away, though it took every ounce of power in you to do so. It would have been so simple, so easy, to let it morph into what you knew came next, but you had just met a few hours ago. Time was something you would have plenty of. Placing your forehead against his, you fought to keep your breathing level, but as you slowly met his gaze, you could have stopped breathing altogether. Those beautiful eyes of his were clouded with what you could only describe as lust, but before you could fully register the look, it was gone, replaced by the whisper of fingers gliding down your arm. He took your hand in his, bringing it up to press another kiss against your knuckles.
“Sorry about that, jagiya...” he mumbled against your skin.
“It’s alright,” you smiled softly at the title. “I want to know more about you, Min Yoongi. Tell me more.” At his curious gaze, you simply smiled, before slipping onto the floor and leading him by the hand to the couch. “Actually, tell me about it right after I go change out of the only fancy dress I own,” you blushed as you remembered you still had it on.
“I’ll be waiting,” he smirked, sitting down and slinging an arm over the back of the couch. With that, you made your way to your room, where you shut the door quietly behind you before slumping against it for a moment. You had to catch your breath as one of the most beautiful men you’d ever seen sat on your crummy couch not ten feet away. You could still feel his lips, pressed against your own as you moved to undress. You struggled to reach the zipper for a moment but got it down after a few seconds. Sliding the fabric off, you nearly stumbled over to your dresser, where you retrieved a simple pair of leggings, along with a more comfortable bra and a somewhat baggy t-shirt. You froze, however, as you spotted the delicate purple marks already setting into your skin. The sight brought butterflies to your stomach as you once again felt the press of lips to skin, followed closely by teeth and tongue...
Shaking your head slightly to clear it, you wondered if this was the appropriate attire to wear in front of a multi-millionaire, before remembering that this was your home and you could wear whatever you wanted. Heading back out to the main room, you found Yoongi with one leg folded beneath the other as he scrolled silently through his phone, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he read something. He didn’t seem to have noticed you yet, so you stood quietly by the wall to let him finish whatever it was he was up to. It would have worked too, had it not been for the old floorboards creaking underfoot as you shifted slightly.
His head raised, eyes finding yours in an instant. They softened as his mouth grew into a smile. “Well, that was fast.” He chuckled, leaning forward to set his phone on the table in front of him. You shrugged slightly, moving toward him. “That wasn’t anything important,” he glanced at his phone as if reading your mind. “And even if it was, tonight is all about you and getting to know you better anyway.”
With a nod, you settled beside him, pulling your legs up onto the couch in front of you even as you leaned back. “So, how old are you, if you don’t mind me asking...” You turned your head to watch him as he repositioned beside you. His suit jacket had been hung on the back of his chair earlier, but his white dress shirt was pulled tight against his arms and chest as he moved.
“Twenty-five, nearly twenty-six. I was born in Daegu, but moved here when I was 20 and haven't left since.” Yoongi cocked his head slightly until it was the same angle as yours. “And what about you, Y/N. I know it’s not polite to ask a lady her age, but I do believe this is an exception...” His sly grin made your insides knot and twist with longing.
“Only twenty-one,” you admitted, the number sounding much smaller as you realized that left nearly a five year age gap. Nerves became intermingled with the twisted feeling still in your stomach as thoughts whirled in your mind; how would your parents respond to this, what would your friends think.... does he have more experience?
You must have been deep in thought, because you almost didn’t notice him tugging you between his legs, pulling you close so your back lay flush against his chest. His arms circled your shoulders and you lay there, slightly stunned as he pressed kisses to your hair. “It’s alright, Y/N. Four years truly isn’t that much, I promise,” he hummed as the tip of his nose ran along the shell of your ear. “I would never hurt you...”
It took you a moment to gather your words, and when you did they sounded weak coming from your lips. “So I guess you really did wait longer...”
The rest of the night consisted of the two of you getting to know one another better. You talked for hours, cramming in as much information about yourselves as you could until you were on the verge of sleep. Yoongi had noticed your head growing heavier against the arm on which you were propped later that night. He couldn’t help but smile as he stood and took you up off the couch. As if you weighed nothing, he brought you carefully to your bedroom, where he gently placed you on your bed. Your mind was hazy with sleep as he pulled up the blanket and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.
“I’m glad it was you,” you heard him whisper as he leaned down to press a tender kiss against your forehead. Straightening, he moved to the door and paused to glance back at you, already fast asleep after such an eventful day. With a small smile, he shut the door behind him as he moved to put on his coat. He then looked for something to write with, and once he found an old pen and a sticky note, he neatly wrote out his number and the words Text me :) before placing the note on the door to your microwave, hoping you’d see it in the morning. As he found himself stepping out the door, he pulled out his phone once again, finding it brimming with messages and emails. But as he made his way to his car, all he thought about was you.
Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you gazed up at the ceiling, from which hung a patterned cloth and twinkle lights. The room started out bare and white, with nothing but a bed and an old dresser. But with a little money and a couple trips to local thrift stores, you had made it into a space you really loved. The sheets and comforter were white, but you supposed that reflected your innocence and naivete in a world filled with messed up people. A rolling hanger rack stood in the corner to the far right, and a cheap desk was in the other, complete with a refurbished director-style chair you’d found about a year ago.
As early morning sunlight streamed through lace window coverings, you stretched your arms over your head, which you then turned to look at the clock beside your bed. It was merely 8:40, though that was later than you tended to get up. Wondering why that was, you thought back to last night, before it all came rushing back.
Plump lips on your neck, fingertips trailing over your skin. It was a night filled with hesitant intimacy and veiled emotions, and you had never been so blissfully happy. The scent, the sight, even the taste of him rushed to the forefront of your memory as you let out a contented sigh. Min Yoongi was better than you could have hoped, and you couldn’t wait to spend more time with him… The only issue was getting ahold of him.
Pushing yourself up off your pillows, you found you wore the same clothes you’d changed into last night. Sighing, you shook your head and crawled out of bed. Even as a queen size, it was barely enough to accommodate both you as well as all the plushies and pillows you had piled along the side, but what could you say? Without a pet (or a boyfriend), what else were you supposed to cuddle with at night? Sliding on your socks again, you shuffled out of your room to the kitchen.
A little orange square immediately caught your eye as you glanced around. Hurrying over, you peeled it off, a grin spreading across your face. Running to retrieve your phone, you typed his number in and opened up a new message. Pausing to think for a moment, you settle on a simple ‘Good morning :)’ text. Setting the device on the table after adding his number to a new contact, you moved to the fridge to find something to eat. The last of the pizza had been placed in there, probably Yoongi’s doing, and you smiled as you pulled it out and made it your breakfast. With no warning, your phone cut through the silence of the room, making you jump before you whirled around to find Yoongi’s newly-added name lighting up the screen. Grinning, you happily answered.
“Good morning love,” came his voice, soft on the other end of the line. “I see you found my little note then?”
“Good morning to you too, and yes I did,” you felt your smile widen at the pet name. “Thanks for that. And for saving the rest of the pizza. It’s become a really great breakfast for me.”
“Sometime when I don’t have to come into work early, I think I'm gonna take you to a nice breakfast,” he chuckled, sounding somewhat far away.
“That would be great.” You wondered how he was feeling after yesterday, and when you’d be able to meet up again. “So when do you get off today?” you asked curiously.
He sighed, sounding as if he was leaning back in his chair. “Not until late tonight,” he replied, sounding somewhat dejected. “I wish I could spend some time with you today, but because of the event and all the planning that had to go into it, we’re behind schedule on several album releases, and since I’m the head producer, I’m taking the heat of it right now…”
“Don’t worry about it, really. It’s not like it can be helped,” you assured him softly. A long moment of silence passed between you before you turned around to lean against the counter. “Thank you, by the way.”
He hesitated for a brief moment, obviously thinking.”You’re welcome? What did I do to deserve your thanks?” Yoongi’s voice was brighter on the other end of the line, and you could hear the smile tinging his words.
“For everything last night. For getting me that gig, for spending the night with me… For not rejecting me just because we have double numbers,” you explained, a small bubble of happiness rising in your chest and spreading gentle warmth through your body.
“In that case, Y/N, you are most welcome.” You could practically see that gummy smile as he most certainly grinned to himself. “Maybe if you want, I could come over again tonight? It’ll probably be really late though, and I’d hate to keep you up,” he chuckled.
“Really, Yoongi. Don’t worry about it. You should focus on your projects. I don’t want to distract you. Plus I have some plans today anyhow so I won’t just be sitting around bored all day.” As much as you’d love to spend another night with him, you had enough patience to wait for him to have more time.
“Alright then.” There was a sound like a door opening and shutting in the background and he sighed again. “Hey, listen, I’ll call you later, okay? A session is about to start in a few minutes and I have some last minute preps to do.”
“Sounds good, I’ll talk to you later,” you smiled once more, pushing off from the counter. There was a moment of hesitation, as you tried to get out three little words that stuck in your throat. Not yet, you thought. You exchanged goodbyes before hanging up, leaving you in the silence of your apartment once more.
“You have got to be kidding me,” came a shocked voice from your front door. Whirling around, you found none other than Kim Taehyung, your long-time best friend, and fellow musician. Behind him trailed Jeon Jungkook, a tall young man who currently wore a face of apology. Taehyung had a key to your apartment, so he was always free to come in, though the door wasn’t currently locked since you had just gotten back from grocery shopping and had to make several trips up and down.
“What the hell are you going on about, Tae?” You rolled your eyes, returning to your previous task of putting all your newly-bought food where it belonged.
“How could you?” He asked, sounding extraordinarily offended. “You didn’t text me last night to tell me how things went, and I let it slide because I figured you might have spent the night together.” He placed a hand on his hip and huffed. “However, I at least expected some info come this morning, but what do I wake up to? A screen devoid of any texts and full of news stories about Min Yoongi’s new soulmate...” You froze at his words, glancing back to find him watching you with suspicious, narrowed eyes.
“Oh come on Tae, give Y/N a break. Obviously, she was busy this morning.” Jungkook gave you a smile before moving around the table. “We should help put things away, and then we can talk,” he chuckled, picking up a box of pasta. Due to the frequency of the pair’s visits, they had come to know where foods went in your kitchen, and the same went for you.
Sighing, Taehyung followed suit, and after several minutes, the work was finished and you were being dragged over to the couch. “Alright, spill it. I want every juicy detail, every word spoken, I must know all about this person,” he explained with a small grin as he and Jungkook sat on the other end of the couch.
“So...it’s Min Yoongi-” you began before you were cut off by a victorious shout.
“I told you! I knew it would be him after I saw that story today!” Tae turned to Jungkook, who sat there rolling his eyes and motioning you to continue.
And so you proceeded to tell the two everything that happened yesterday, from the moment you got the call in the shower to the time you were carried to bed. They listened patiently, nodding and humming along the entire time. You felt good telling them everything that had happened like somehow the words leaving your mouth allowed some invisible weight to lift from your shoulders.
“Well, I can’t say I’m all that surprised it was someone as famous as him,” Tae sighed as you finished the explanation, to which you raised your eyebrows in questioning. “I just mean that had you not been paired with someone famous, you’d have been able to find them online…”
You nodded, unable to challenge the truth in his words. In an age where the internet was so prevalent, people had taken to posting their numbers on all their social media profiles. Many people also paid for services that would scour the internet for someone whose numbers matched your own. If such a program could not find a match, it was likely the person in question was a celebrity, or simply had no social media. Most celebrities liked to keep their numbers secret, so as not to have fans trying to interfere with meeting their soulmates, or even their enemies. You had invested in one of the said programs when you were younger, but came up empty-handed, taking it as a glitch since you had double numbers. Now the reason behind your lack of answer was clearer.
“I guess you’re right,” you shrugged. “What do I do though? I never planned on him being so… famous, I guess.” The idea made your stomach drop slightly as you thought about how much Yoongi was in the public eye. Despite your hatred of rap music, you still knew his name from the news and social media. “I don’t know if I’m ready for all the publicity that comes along with him…”
“Y/N, if anyone could use some publicity, it’s you,” Jungkook spoke up. “You deserve every bit of attention that may come out of this, because your an amazing musician and an even more amazing person. This could be your big break.”
“Kookie is right,” Taehyung smiled. “Even though he’s part of a completely different genre, that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t have connections. And I’m sure as your soulmate, he’ll want you to be successful and will be willing to help you out.”
“I hope you guys are right…” your voice trailed off as you sighed, thoughts only on the man who had already changed your life so immensely.
Staring at your phone screen, you strongly debated whether or not to press the button. The call icon beckoned you from just beneath your thumb, and after another moment of hesitation, you took a deep breath, shut your eyes, and tapped it. No going back now, you thought as you raised the device to your ear. It rang three times before the man on the other end picked up.
There was a moment of silence as you marveled at the fact that he actually picked up before you came to your senses. “H-Hi, Yoongi…” you stammered slightly, mentally kicking yourself. Why were you so nervous all of a sudden?
“Hey, Y/N,” he replied softly, sounding exhausted. “How’s your day been?”
Sighing, you leaned fully against the back of the couch. “Pretty decent. But that’s not why I called. How was your day?” You smiled as you heard him chuckle softly.
“My day? It’s been pretty stressful but decently productive. And to what do I owe the pleasure of hearing your lovely voice?” His words lit a spark in your chest, making you unable to catch your breath for a moment.
“Uhm, well… I know you said you’d be busy all day,” you started, fiddling with the hem of your shirt as the words forced themselves from your mouth. “But I was wondering if you wanted anything to eat? I’m sure there’s probably food at the studio, but I just thought I could maybe bring you something, but since I wasn’t sure I-”
“That would be great,” he laughed, stopping your ramble before it tumbled out of control. You sighed, scolding yourself for your sudden lack of confidence. “I really love Panda Express. Their honey walnut shrimp and chow mein are amazing.”
You snorted, “Of all the places around here, you want Chinese?” Shaking your head, you stood and looked around for your keys and wallet. “I guess a man wants what a man wants, huh?” This time it was his turn to make a sound, but his was more along the lines of a laugh.
“What can I say, the studio gives me cravings,” he laughed. “Are you planning on taking the train over here?” When you confirmed, he paused, sounding as if he were standing up from his chair. “Alright, be careful, please? I’ll go tell the receptionist to expect you. I’ll see you in a bit.”
“Yeah, see you then,” you smiled, hanging up and finally locating what you were searching for. Then you were on your merry way.
“Uh, excuse me? I’m here for Yoongi?” you called to draw the receptionist’s attention. She glanced over, smiling as she saw you.
“Oh yes, of course. We have an escort already waiting to show you the way. Go right ahead,” she nodded. You pushed through the set of double doors into the red hallway beyond and tried not to pay attention to the walls lined with silver, gold and platinum records set at even intervals down the passage.
“Miss Y/L/N?” came a voice from your right. You looked up to find the same security guard that had let you in yesterday. You greeted him before he began to lead you apparently toward wherever your other half was. You tried your best to remember the twists and turns you took but lost track after the seventh one. After a few minutes, however, you arrived at a door in a short hallway with only three doors. Each one had a name written in gold lettering that stood out against the ebony wood, but the only one that mattered was directly in front of you.
Min Yoongi
The reality of who he really was started to reveal itself as the guard knocked on the door slowly. It was answered a moment later, and the next thing you knew, the guard was retreating and you were being beckoned into the studio of world-renowned record producer and rapper Min Yoongi. And boy, did the space live up to that honor. The walls dripped with red and gold and black velvet, making the huge space feel warm and cozy. Most eye-catching, however, was the soundboard. Buttons and switches and monitors seemed to dominate the spaces on either side, but in the center was a large computer with the name “Suga” displayed in the center. Behind the technology lay the sound booth, set behind thick soundproof glass and complete with not only several microphones, but also a grand piano, two guitars, and several different kinds of drums. The entire studio took your breath away, and after a moment, you realized your jaw hung open slightly.
“Y/N~” came Yoongi’s voice from beside you as he shut the door. Snapping out of your amazement, you turned to face him. He wore a black Chicago Bulls jersey under a camo jacket with jeans that were almost more ripped than not and completed the look with a snapback worn backward to keep his silver hair from his eyes. After last night’s formal attire, the laid back outfit almost shocked you, but he somehow felt more natural this way.
“Oh sorry, what was that?” you asked, feeling your cheeks warm with slight embarrassment that you had missed whatever he said.
“I just said hi,” he smirked, stepping toward you. “Pretty nice huh?” He glanced at the surroundings, before returning his gaze to you as you took another look around.
“Pretty nice? Most musicians would kill for this and you think it’s just pretty nice?” You laughed as he rolled his eyes. Stepping forward, you grinned up at him slightly. “It’s incredible.”
“Well I’m glad you think so,” he grinned, placing his hands on either side of your face. “You’re the first person not signed to this record label to see the inside of the Genius Lab.” You couldn’t help but giggle at his words, and he playfully pinched your cheek. “You should be honored.”
The two of you stood there for a moment, silently smiling and gazing at one another before you sighed. “Let me put down this damn food so I can kiss you,” you breathed. With a chuckle, he took the bags from your hands to place them on the table by the large couch, before replacing his own on your cheeks more gently this time. He smiled down at you as your hands came to clutch at his shirt. Inhaling sharply, you allowed yourself to rock up on your toes to press your lips lightly against his. Pulling away slightly, you watched as his sweet smile became a nearly devilish smirk as he reclaimed your mouth, much firmer this time.
You felt his teeth graze against your lower lip, followed shortly thereafter by his tongue, which swept slowly against the same lip, almost as if requesting entrance, which you happily granted. As the kiss deepened, he began stepping back to lead you toward the soundboard, but you didn’t fully register what his plan was until he lowered himself into the chair set before the monitors. You felt your lips part from his, and you took a moment to catch your breath as he gazed up at you with dark eyes. He trailed his hands down your shoulders, all the way down until they rested against your hips, which he gently tugged forward.
“Is this alright?” Yoongi whispered, his lips finding a new home against your neck as you were pulled between his legs.
Instead of responding, you simply let your hands come up to the back of his neck, tilting your head slightly to give him clearer access. He let out a short, impossibly low chuckle that had your heart stuttering in your chest as his lips pressed lightly against the skin below your ear. The kisses were gentle at first, just simple, lingering skin on skin contact, but as he made his way further down, they got more intense. You felt his teeth graze your skin, the bites getting heavier and his tongue swiping over the skin before he moved down again. He never paused long enough to leave lasting marks, or at least so you hoped…
As his mouth met with your collarbone, there was a knock on the door, shattering the moment between you. Yoongi let out a huff, leaning his forehead briefly where his mouth had been mere moments ago, before responding. “Come in,” he called out, sitting back and allowing you to hastily take a step away as the door opened. You were met with a tired but excited man, whom you recognized as Jung Hoseok from the night before. His eyes found yours with a look of muted surprise before he grinned.
“Oh, you’re Y/N, right? We talked last night I believe,” he greeted you, to which you nodded. “Well I’ll just be a minute, then you two can return to whatever scandalous activities you were up to a moment ago.” A wink was aimed at Yoongi and you felt your face light on fire.
“Hobi, we weren’t up to anything,” the older man rolled his eyes with a slight scowl. “Anyway, what do you need? Is the backing for the new track ready?”
“Yeah, that’s what I came to talk about. It’s completed, I shared it with you over the Cloud so you can tweak it however you want,” he nodded. “I think you’ll enjoy it, and I think it’ll fit in with the rest of the mixtape.”
“Alright thanks, I’ll take a look. Is that all you needed?” Yoongi arched an eyebrow a bit arms crossing over his chest.
The brunette simply chuckled and nodded. “Yup, that’s all. I’ll be on my way again. Though I do need to discuss some logistics with you later, that can wait until a more…” he glanced at you with a grin. “Appropriate time. Don’t have too much fun!” He called over his shoulder as he stepped out and shut the door behind him.
Yoongi let out an agitated sigh, removing his hat as he turned to face his computer and running a hand through his hair. “I’m really sorry about that, Y/N.” His voice was soft in the quiet space and you moved toward him once more. Coming up behind him, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, placing your cheek against his hair.
“It’s alright,” you murmured, positive he could hear you. “Besides,” you paused to press a kiss against the crown of his head. “Who knows where that would’ve gone had he not interrupted…” Yoongi chuckled darkly, a hand coming up to smooth over the back of your hand where it lay against his chest.
“I’d like to think we’d have been responsible about it since it’s pretty early into this whole thing,” he leaned his head back to rest against your shoulder. “But I’m not sure if I was going to be able to hold back there…”
You let out a soft giggle, pecking his forehead before reluctantly straightening. “So do you even want food or are you just not hungry anymore?”
He spun around in his seat once again after retrieving a file to nod. “Thank you, Y/N. I really appreciate this.”
You moved to take the food from the bag it sat in, placing the cartons on the table. “One order of honey walnut shrimp and chow mein,” you stated, pushing his food to the side of the table closer to him as you sat down on the couch. He stood, stepping around the table to plop down beside you. Not what you were expecting, but you couldn’t complain.
“And what did you get?” He inquired, picking up his containers and retrieving a pair of chopsticks.
“Sweet and sour chicken, fried rice, and some spring rolls for both of us.” Yoongi nodded at your words, reaching to grab the now empty carryout bag. He balled it up and proceeded to toss it easily into the waste bin across the room, not noticing at first as you glanced at him, mildly impressed. “Alright then, LeBron…” you chuckled, snapping your chopsticks and opening a container.
Yoongi leaned back, sighing lightly. “Bet you didn’t know I used to play basketball,” he offered, digging in as you raised your eyebrows.
“Well, I definitely didn’t expect that.” You took a piece of chicken between the bamboo sticks and grinned at him. “I’m surprised you could even make a basket, what with your height and all.” You grinned smugly at him as he rolled his eyes.
“And what sports did you do? Fencing? You could just duck right under people and hit ‘em right off the bat,” He countered playfully.
“As a matter of fact, I was never really a sports person, but I did play a dwarf when my high school put on Snow White.” You feigned superiority before you both broke down in laughter. “So how competitively did you play?” You leaned back beside him, taking another bite of food.
“Let’s just say, I was offered a couple scholarships from a couple universities, but I turned them down because I wanted to pursue music…” His voice trailed off, and he looked down at his hands. “Music is my life, always has been. So I figured what better way to enjoy my life than to dedicate it to music?”
“I feel the same way,” you leaned your head against his shoulder. “I went to university for two years before I dropped out last semester for numerous reasons, the main one being I wasn’t doing something I enjoyed. My dad insisted that I go to study law, but I don’t want to be in an office somewhere doing something I hate for the next fifty years. I want to create things, make people feel things and know that it was me who brought them happiness or helped them through a hard time.”
Yoongi was quiet for a moment, and the two of you ate in comfortable silence. “I’m really glad we’re both so crazy about music,” he murmurs. “I don’t know what I would have done if I’d been matched with someone who hates what I do or can’t relate to it. But I feel like, even though we have doubles, we’ll find some way to work everything out.” Another beat of silence. “At least… I hope we can.”
Prompt: By the age of 10, nearly everyone has developed two tattoos, one on each arm. Each one is a date and a time, and one is when you’ll meet your soulmate. But the other is when you’ll meet your worst enemy. Until the closer date, most people worry about which will come first, but not you. Because your dates and times are exactly the same.
Pairing: Reader x Min Yoongi
Words: 5321
This will probably become a series, so let me know if you guys want more!
You never asked for this. None of your friends had double numbers, so why were you one of the unlucky few in the world who did? What had you done to deserve this? It drew people to stick their noses into your privacy, wondering for the fiftieth time that week when your date would arrive.
As a young child, the discovery that you had double numbers was earth-shattering. You had always dreamt of how you would meet your soulmate first, and when the day arrived that your enemy came around, the two of you would be ready for them. Your partner would be there to protect you from your enemy and would be your knight in shining armor.
Instead, the universe decided you were the one in a billion that it would play jokes on. The day your first tattoo appeared, scripted on the inside of your left wrist, you immediately ran to your mother and father, eagerly awaiting the day that your second tattoo would appear.
It was over a year that you waited with bated breath. When you felt that somewhat familiar itching beneath your skin, you were in the middle of a silent reading period. However, you were anything but silent as your heart stopped in your chest at the sight of those numbers. The whole class whipped around to look at you as you sat there, your young mind grappling with the reality set out on your wrists.
The teacher rushed back to scold you, before stopping in her tracks as she noticed what you were gaping at. You were excused for the day, which then turned into a week off from school. You spent that entire week crying about how unfair everything was, and your parents tried to comfort you, but nothing would ease your pain.
Now, tomorrow was the date that had been written on your wrists for the past 12 years. You had grown somewhat numb to the whole idea that, no matter where you went tomorrow, your soulenemy, as you had wittily called them for the last 11 years, would find you at the exact time on your wrist, no matter the location.
You wished you felt something other than a bundle of nerves at the bottom of your stomach. Your friends had wished you luck, but you knew ever since the age of nine that luck had never been on your side. You simply laid in bed that night, contemplating what you would do tomorrow, how you would carry yourself. You could be standoffish and cool, but that might cause unnecessary hostility. You could be quiet and polite, but that might allow them to walk all over you.
Pushing away these thoughts, you took a deep breath. No matter what happened tomorrow, you were stuck with them, and they were stuck with you. So you would have to find a way to make it work.
The weather was awful the next morning, at least in your mind. It had snowed overnight, and the white flakes still fell silently from the sky. You hated winter and everything cold, and you were oh so reluctant to leave the warmth of your bed. Sliding on a pair of thick socks before your feet touched the cold floor, you slowly stood from your cocoon of blankets.
You went about your normal morning, making yourself a cup of tea because coffee was too bitter for your taste. Rummaging through the cupboards of your small kitchen, you found a box of breakfast bars and grabbed two before setting down on the crappy couch in front of the crappy tv. This apartment had been the only thing you could afford on a living made only by small gigs in coffee shops and the occasional college party. It had come fully furnished, and though the furniture wasn’t nice by any means, you weren’t complaining.
Turning the television on, you flipped through the eight channels you had access to without a working cable box, stopping on a news channel. It depicted a nearby record label, one that you knew well. It was known as Monster D Records, co-owned by three of the most successful rappers in the game: Kim Namjoon, aka Rap Monster, Jung Hoseok, aka J-Hope, and Min Yoongi, aka Suga. The three men had once been part of a successful group that had had since disbanded, and their music was nothing that interested you, similar to their label. Every artist they came out with was an R&B or hip-hop star, and that had always been one of your least favorite genres.
The news anchor’s voice drew you from your thoughts. “In other news, the owners of Monster D Records are holding their biannual company dinner party tonight. Stars from all over the world have been invited, and we will be back later tonight to bring you exclusive coverage of the event, so tune in at six o’clock tonight for our special program!” Scoffing, you took the remote and turned the device off. Gazing down at your arms, you traced the date and time on your left wrist.
November 18, 2017
6:19 pm
They obviously hadn’t changed in the time you had them, and you didn’t expect them to change. You just wished they were different…
Moving off the couch, you went to go shower and change. After turning on the water to hopefully warm it up, you put on your favorite playlist, placed your phone on the bathroom counter, and got undressed. By the time you got in, the water was lukewarm at best, but you’d come to expect that. Singing along quietly with the music from your phone, you grabbed the bottle of shampoo on the little ledge on the wall and began to wash your hair. However, mid-line your music was interrupted by your ringtone. Shampoo still in your hair, you reached out of the shower to check who it was. Perhaps our best friend wishing you luck for the day? Or your mother giving her condolences about what you’d have to go through today?
It turned out to be neither of those, but instead a number you’d never seen before. You hesitated, debating if you should answer. The only thing that made you press the answer icon was the fact that this number had the same area code as you. You quickly turned the shower off and turned on speakerphone.
“Hello?” you answered reluctantly.
“Hi, my name is Adelaide Bryce, I’m calling from Monster D Records,” came a bright female voice from the other end. It took a moment for her words to register, and by the time they did, you realized you had missed the second part of whatever she just said.
“Pardon, what was that?” You felt your breathing pick up slightly. Why the hell would someone from Monster D be calling you, especially so early in the morning?!
“I asked if you were Y/N Y/L/N?” she repeated kindly.
“Uh yeah, yes I am. Is there something I can help you with?” You tried not to sound flustered but did a terrible job of it.
“Actually there is,” the girl replied, sounding slightly relieved. “You may or may not have heard, but we’re hosting our company party tonight. I know it’s very last minute, but the previous act we had lined up isn’t going to be able to make it tonight…” She hesitated before continuing. “We were wondering if you’d like to fill in and play some music for the guests. It would be worth your while and you’d probably get the attention of several big-name producers if that’s what you’re looking for in the future.”
You stood there speechless. They wanted you? At their company dinner?! “How the hell did I get picked?” You thought aloud. “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry, I’m just… a little flustered.”
The girl chuckled. “I’m sure. We’d love to have you, and you were personally recommended by one of our staff. I believe he watched you perform at a coffee shop?”
“Yes, I do a lot of those,” you smiled slightly. Then, a pit formed in your stomach as you remembered what day it was. “I… I’m not totally sure if I’ll be able to. I have somewhere I have to be tonight, even though I’m not really sure where that is…” you muttered the last part.
Though apparently, it was loud enough for the girl to hear, because you heard a sharp inhale on the other end of the line. “Is today the day for you?”
“Yes, it is. And I’m not sure if a company dinner is where I’m meant to be tonight…” You bit the inside of your cheek, goosebumps raising on your skin.
“On the contrary, I think this is exactly where you’re supposed to be!” she exclaimed. “Please, just know that you were personally recommended by someone who has a lot of experience spotting new talent, and he believes you have what it takes to be successful. Give this a shot, I’m sure everything will work out tonight!” She sounded like she knew something she wasn’t telling you, but you decided not to push it.
Following your heart, and what it said was right, you nodded to yourself. “Alright, I’ll do it. What do I need to know?”
“Alright! Arrive around 5:15 tonight at the private lot in back, just tell the guard your name and he’ll let you through. Someone will be waiting by the back door to escort you to the stage where you’ll be performing. I hear you play guitar so you can bring whatever instruments you would like, but we can provide hardware such as cables and mics. Oh, and wear something nice, y’know, business formal. I’m sure you’ll do great tonight, both on stage and with your first meeting,” she added reassuringly. “Thank you so much!”
“Thank you as well, have a good one,” you replied before hanging up and turning the shower back on. Only this time, it was steaming.
You found yourself on the metro at 5:09, a deep blue dress with a modest collared neckline that ended just above the knee hidden beneath your winter coat. Around your neck was a single diamond on a delicate chain, a graduation present from your mother who claimed: “Every woman needs a good diamond.” You had decided when you received it that you would not wear it until this day, and it felt almost heavy against your chest to realize that today really was the day. Your life would change forever based on what happened today.
Guitar case in one hand, you gripped the overhead bar for dear life as the train slowed to a stop. A surge of people moved to the exit, and you followed close behind, stepping onto the familiar platform. You had busked here many times before, and been fairly successful considering this was the more creative part of town. And since Monster D was only a block away, it was a common spot to get noticed by the staff there.
Making your way to the stairs leading to the street above, you tried your best to get around people. Emerging on the sidewalk, you had slightly more room to walk. Crossing East 71st, you approached the building you had passed so many times on your way to venues. Monster D Records stood a bit shorter than the buildings surrounding it, but had much more curb appeal, with its sleek exterior standing out on the corner. You shook your head slightly in disbelief that this was actually happening as you made your way to the front door before pausing. Didn’t she say to enter through the back door?
Turning, you hurried to the side of the building toward the gate you could see behind it. You hesitantly approached it, noticing the guard inside the booth. Stepping toward him, you double checked your phone for the time, finding it was two minutes till.
“Can I help you with something miss?” The guard called, drawing your attention.
“Um, yes actually. My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I was told to come through here for the dinner?” You explained somewhat skeptically.
“Oh yes, of course. Come right in,” the man smiled, stepping out from his booth and opening a smaller gate beside the one meant for cars. “There’s an assistant by the back door, good luck!”
“Oh, thank you,” you smiled as you stepped through the opening. Sure enough, you spotted a young woman holding open a door and hurried across the parking lot full of expensive cars.
“Welcome to Monster D Records!” The woman greeted you with a smile.
“Thank you,” you replied gratefully, stepping inside out of the cold.
“So I heard you’re the new entertainment for tonight huh?” You nodded as she entered behind you. “Well, you’re right on time. That’s very appreciated here. I’ll take you to the stage right now, you can set up there and soundcheck if you’d like. The guests should start arriving around 5:45 or so, and there’ll be a brief introduction, but after that, you’re free to play whatever you’d like.”
“Nothing too loud though right? Just background music,” you sighed slightly. You were used to gigs like this. You’d played enough dinner parties and restaurants to know that people liked to talk at the table, and couldn’t be expected to pay perfect attention to the entertainment playing quietly on the stage.
The girl leading you through the confusing hallways glanced back at you with a sympathetic look. “Unfortunately, yes. I’ve been in your position, as have most of the employees here. So I know how it feels to be on stage getting ignored. But I have a feeling you’ll do amazing and you’ll impress a lot of important people here. This could be a break for you, so do your best,” she smiled encouragingly as she came to a stop before a black door. Opening it, you found a small side stage. Stepping out, you found backstage areas to both sides, and heavy drapery framing the center, where a mic and stool were set up.
“Is there any hardware you need?”
“I was told you guys could provide a cable for my guitar?” You turned to face her again as she nodded and headed to the area to the left. Returning a moment later, she handed you a jack and nodded to the stool ahead of you.
“Go set up, I’ll plug you in,” she held onto the other end of the cord and released the middle to head over to the soundboard behind the curtains to the right. As she moved out of sight and you made your way to the stool, one of the doors on the opposite wall opened and three men in suits entered, deep in conversation. Deciding to ignore them, you leaned down to pull out your guitar from its case which you then went to place behind the curtains. Plugging in, you set down on the stool and adjusted the mic. Awaiting the ok to soundcheck, you realized you still had on your coat but decided you’d remove it just after the introduction since it was a bit chilly in the auditorium.
You took the moment to survey the space. To your right was another larger stage, probably where the intro would be taking place. Before you were about thirty circular tables covered in crimson cloths. The chairs were dark wood, and the walls were a light gray. The entire room would soon be full of important and famous people, though at the moment it was just the three men who still paid you little attention.
“Alright, go ahead and mic check,” the woman called. You nodded, speaking softly into the microphone at your lips. You continued to say meaningless things as she adjusted the volume. You heard yourself over the speakers and noticed the men across the room glancing in your direction. “Ok, now the guitar.”
You hesitantly strummed a chord, worried the speaker would be up too loud. She adjusted the volume again as you continued to strum a simple G chord. Curiously, you glanced at the men and found them all turned toward you, though still speaking with each other. “Try singing something. It’s a little hard to do them separately,” she called from the right. For whatever reason, you began to feel nervous. It felt strange to play a song with only three people before you, even if just for a soundcheck, but you did as she asked and began a random song that came to mind.
That is what truly grabbed the attention of your three audience members. They almost immediately faced you, watching intently. You couldn’t bring yourself to continue looking at them, so you let your eyes wander everywhere else. Until one of them started toward you.
He had bleached hair that had obviously been neutralized to make it silvery, and his black suit had probably been tailored because it fit him flawlessly. His eyes narrowed slightly as he approached as if he were curious about you. Coming to a stop as he reached the stage, he placed his hands on the edge and looked over to where the woman stood to adjust the soundboard.
“Turn it up a bit, Erica,” he called authoritatively. “We can hardly hear her on the other side as it is, so there’s no way they’ll hear her later.”
“Of course sir,” Erica replied, apparently adjusting the sound accordingly. You realized you had stopped playing as the man glanced up at you with a small grin. Eyes darting away from his, you resumed the song you’d previously been playing as he turned to the other two across the way. One of them pointed up, and he turned back to Erica again.
“A little more, please.” With another look back, he got a thumbs up from the same man as before, then with a nod, he turned back around one more time. “Perfect! Good work getting her set up. Go check that the carpet event is going smoothly alright?”
“Alright,” she agreed as she emerged from the curtains. The man nodded and moved to return to his friends without another word, leaving you wishing he had at least introduced himself. Erica placed a hand on your shoulder, drawing your attention. “Y/N, your voice is gorgeous. I’d be surprised if you made it through the night without at least one producer showing interest in you. I know you’ll do wonderfully, so break a leg out there,” she gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before heading out. You turned to ask who the three men were, but you weren’t fast enough, and as you turned back around to take another peek at the men on the other side of the auditorium, you found they had disappeared as well.
It wasn’t more than five minutes before guests began entering. Once there were about twenty people, you decided it couldn’t hurt to play music until the introduction speech. With only about five minutes to go, you would just play one song then you’d sit quietly on your stool for the intro. Your stomach was doing flips, and you tried desperately to lose yourself in the song. But all too soon it was over, and as you opened your eyes afterward, you found the auditorium nearly full. Pulling out your phone for a moment, you found it was 6:10, and you wondered when the speech was going to take place. Sure enough, after a moment the curtains on the main stage were drawn open to reveal the speakers.
Your jaw nearly dropped as you found the same three men from earlier on the stage. The silver-haired one stood to the side further from you, and the three moved toward two microphones set up before them.
“Welcome,” began the one in the center. He was the tallest, with peachy hair and full lips. “As you probably know, my name is Kim Namjoon, and this is Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi. The three of us began Monster D Records 6 years ago, and in the time it’s been around it has become one of the most successful record labels in the game. Thanks to all of you, among others, our business has been able to blossom and realize its full potential. So please, raise your glasses in a toast for a moment.” You hadn’t noticed before, but all three men had been holding glasses of champagne at their sides, and they raised them carefully. “Here’s to another successful year and to all of you, for your constant support and love!” And with that, cups were brought together all throughout the auditorium and people took a sip. After a few more comments, the three thanked everyone once more and made their way off the stage.
One of the servers who stood before your stage turned to give you a thumbs up, and you prepared to strum your guitar before you remembered you had to take your coat off. Carefully placing your guitar against the stool, you hurried to where your case was stored and unzipped your coat. However, thanks to your awful luck the zipper caught on the fabric, forcing you to struggle with it for a moment before finally freeing it. Placing it atop your case, you glanced at your phone, and you found the screen read 6:19 pm.
At the same time, you heard the stage floor creak behind you, closely followed by a hand gently placed on your shoulder. You gasped, attempting to turn around to see who it was, but another arm snaked around your waist, securing you against a warm, solid chest.
“So it was you all along,” came a whispered voice in your ear. “You’re the one who put me through all those years of confusion and longing…” The mystery man’s fingers trailed slowly down your arm, his touch light and careful. He grasped your wrist gently, bringing it up to read it. “November 18, 2017. 6:19 pm. Double numbers…” You brought up your other wrist slowly, wondering if this was really happening. It seemed too good to be true, that the universe would do whatever it took to get the two of you in the same place at the right time. There was a soft sigh in your ear as you revealed your other tattoo, and you could have melted right then and there. Even without having seen his face, you knew this relationship would be…interesting.
You removed your hand from his grasp but took his hand in yours. Needing proof that this was, in fact, the man you were destined for, you pushed up his sleeve enough to see the mark on his creamy skin. As expected, it was the same as yours, and you couldn’t help but place your wrist beside his to find them identical. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt hot lips on your neck, and you leaned back against him.
A gasp escaped your mouth as you were turned around to face him, only to be met with a face you had already seen several times tonight. “Min Yoongi…” His name fell from your lips, nothing more than a whisper that was eaten up by the thick fabric surrounding you. Your hand came up to his face as your stared in disbelief. His skin was smooth beneath your fingers as they traveled down his jaw to stop at his chin.
“Thank you for accepting the job tonight,” he smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m not sure what would have happened if you had declined.”
“Well you wouldn’t be here, that’s for sure,” you grinned. “You’d probably be in my part of town, where guys like you wouldn’t go if their life depended on it.” The words came out differently than you’d heard them in your mind, but a smile appeared on his lips nonetheless.
“You need to go perform, people are waiting on you.” He gently pulled you closer, leaning his forehead to yours. “Can I drive you home once this is over?” He almost sounded unsure, like you might actually turn him down.
You hesitate for a heartbeat, before nodding slightly. “Of course. I’m sure whatever fancy car you have is better than taking the metro, especially at night.”
He chuckled, standing straight after a moment. He was taller than you, but not by much. “Alright then, I’ll see you after.” He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead, bringing heat to your cheeks as he took a step back. “You look beautiful tonight, Y/N.” And with that, he was headed out the door through which you originally entered, leaving you blushing like a lovesick schoolgirl.
The murmur of the room just on the other side other the curtain pulled you back to reality. You stepped back out onto the stage, settling down on the stool and nestling your guitar on your lap. You thought for a moment, before strumming the first chord of the song “Rhythm of Love.” As you played, you noticed Yoongi enter once again, his eyes finding yours as he greeted some guests. Smiles lit up both of your faces, and the rest of the night was a bit of a blur.
“Y/N,” came a voice from behind you. It was one you’d heard several times that night, so before you even turned you knew it was Yoongi. The event had officially ended, but guests still lingered and got in their last bits of conversation. “We can leave whenever you’d like,” he smiled as he stood by the door leading off stage.
All night, you’d exchanged glances and smiles, and at one point he had introduced you to his co-founders, Namjoon and Hoseok. They had both complimented you on your voice and wished you luck with Yoongi, which made you chuckle slightly nervously. Now, he stood before you, a smile on his lips as you placed your guitar in its case and put your coat back on. He insisted on carrying your instrument out to his car, claiming that chivalry wasn’t dead as long as he was alive. Along the way to the exit, his hand claimed yours, a pleasant surprise just before you stepped out into the frigid night air.
“I’m right here,” he gestured toward a black Range Rover parked in the first spot to the right. When you glanced at him with one eyebrow slightly raised, he grinned. Perks of owning the place, I suppose,” he shrugged and went to open the trunk.
You gingerly climbed into the passenger’s seat, legs raised slightly to keep from making contact with the cold leather seats. A few seconds later, the trunk was shut and he climbed in next to you, swearing under his breath at the cold leather. You couldn’t help but smile and laugh softly at his reaction, drawing his attention to you. As he narrowed his eyes, you smirked playfully retrieving your phone from your pocket. He shook his head and started the car, immediately turning on the seat warmers.
“Damn, heated seats…” you commented, thoroughly impressed.
“And a heated steering wheel, but I won’t brag,” he chuckled, backing out of the spot. The same guard from before was at the gate, and he waved as he opened it to let you pass. You smiled back, before realizing the windows were probably too tinted for him to see it.
“See, I don’t have any of this.” Your voice was quiet as you spoke up after a few silent moments. “None of this glitz and glamour, the dinner parties, fancy cars… I came from nothing, and that’s what I’ll be for who knows how long. Nothing. And that’s alright with me.” You added the last part quickly when you realized how ungrateful you sounded.
Yoongi chuckled quietly. “You’re not nothing, Y/N. You’re everything, you just don’t know it yet, and the right people haven’t discovered that.” His fingers slipped through yours and settled on your left leg. “I just realized….” he trailed off after a moment.
“What is it?” You looked at him curiously.
“You never told me where you live,” he laughed as the light before you turned green.
Giggling, you ran your thumb absentmindedly over the back of his hand. “You’re going the right way. I’m on 37th and Eastwood.” This got a skeptical glance out of him as he kept driving.
“Would you care if I spent a little time with you tonight?” He sounded hesitant like he didn’t want to push it too far tonight.
“Of course. I can order a pizza because I’m kinda starving,” you grinned. The thought of him wanting to spend time with you was so foreign, but it warmed something in your chest. After a minute or two, you were pulling into the garage beneath your shitty apartment complex. He parked, and as you walked past your old Subaru you decided not to point out that it belonged to you. In the elevator up, he placed his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, seemingly not wanting to ever let you go. Together, you stepped out onto your floor and made your way to your apartment.
After opening the door, you turned on the lights and welcomed him inside. “So sorry it’s not the neatest, I wasn’t really expecting to end up here with my-” You caught yourself just before the word soulenemy came from your mouth. He didn’t need to know you thought that all these years. “I wasn’t really expecting to end up here with you, so I didn’t clean up before I left.”
“Don’t apologize, it’s perfect.” He turned to you quietly, lips quirked up slightly and eyes soft as he stepped forward. “There are some moments in life that are meant to be captured with cameras,” he began, his words raising your curiosity. “You pose in front of a lens, and hope that the photographer can make you look good.” He brushed his knuckles along your cheekbone. “Or you arrange a setting, and hope it doesn’t turn out looking staged and dull.” You wondered where he could be going with this as his hands made their way to your shoulders, where he began to push off your coat. “Then there are some moments too astonishing to ever be captured in their full glory through a lens. The colors too vivid,” he smiled at the blush flowering on your cheeks. “The lines to delicate,” he ran his thumb down your jaw as your coat slid from your arms onto the floor.
“The image would never be quite the same through a lens than it would be to simply take it all in.” His body was nearly against yours, his lips merely inches away. “This is one of those moments. You look so beautiful, and I can’t decide if it’s this awful fluorescent lighting or the fact that now I finally know you’re the one, but you’ve never looked as beautiful as you do right now.”
Your heart did flips in your chest as you tried to work up the courage you needed right then. However, Yoongi beat you to it, bringing his lips to brush against yours. The next thing you knew, your fingers were tangled in his silver hair and you lay beneath him on your bed, fervently kissing one another as though you had been without each other for years, and perhaps some would say that was the case. He tasted faintly of chocolate fondue and smoke, and the feel of his lips against yours was enough to turn you to putty beneath his fingers. Everywhere he touched, he left tracks of liquid gold beneath your skin, and you nearly came undone as his teeth grazed your bottom lip.
He was absolutely intoxicating.
And it made you wonder what could be so bad about him…
