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The Daughter of Yoongi

Suga (Yoongi) x Reader

Author: Admin MoRo

Summary- You and your husband Yoongi have a child. It's a girl! Your adventures with him and your daughter and the adventures of Yoongi taking your daughter to different things with him like fan signs, music awards, photoshoots and the other boys playing with her.

Note: It’s Yoongi’s birthday! In celebration of that here’s an old fic I wrote a while ago too. This is not part of my Single Dad! Bts member series. I will continue that at some point. I’ve just been in a funk lately and haven’t had the motivation to write.

Warnings: Fluff and some funny moments? I tried

Word Count: 6kish

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yoonseok #10 "come over here and make me"

“Please?”

“Come over here and make me.”

“Yoongi, for goodness sake, you look adorable no matter what you wear, can you please just put on the wig and come out?”

Hoseok knows this isn’t enough to convince a pouting Yoongi who is sitting cross legged on the bedroom floor, full length pink dress haphazardly draped over his delicate frame, bright red wig cast aside so that it looked like a sad cat that refused to move.

“Nope,” Yoongi says adamantly, eyes fixed on Hoseok standing at the entrance of the bedroom door in stubborn resilience. Hoseok sighs, leaning against the door frame.

“Baby, it’s Halloween,” Hoseok says soothingly, “we’re supposed to dress up.”

“We’re not obligated to conform to societies expectations of our outfit choices for one randomly assigned night of the year,” Yoongi says and Hoseok crosses his arms and grins. Yoongi loves using big words to get his way out of doing things he didn’t like. Not that it ever worked on Hoseok, though.

“Cmon babe, how are we supposed to give the neighborhood kids candy if we don’t dress up as the wholesome gay couple next door?”

Yoongi considers this for a moment before jutting his lip out at Hoseok and Hoseok thinks it’s cute, how Yoongi acts like he’s the toughest five feet nothing to walk the block to the whole world, but with Hoseok, Yoongi is suddenly a six year old, needy, whining and always wanting more attention.

“Let’s trade costumes then,” Yoongi suggests for the millionth time and Hoseok rolls his eyes.

“Yoongi, we’ve been over this. We decided I’d be Spiderman and you’d be Mary-Jane four weeks ago. My costume isn’t even going to fit you, babe.”

“I can’t believe I agreed to this,” Yoongi grumbles and Hoseok laughs.

“Dude, you wanted to be Mary-Jane last month. You asked for the red wig and everything.”

“What kind of person calls his husband ‘dude’?”

“What kind of husband goes back on his word?”

“The kind that was very tipsy and would have agreed to shoving a whole pineapple up my ass to get you to fuck me that night,” Yoongi snaps back without a trace of embarrassment.

“God, Yoongi, it’s just a costume. I’m literally wearing a latex skintight thing that makes me look like I crawled out of Satan’s asshole. It’s itchy and it’s embarrassing but I’m doing it.”

“There’s a difference,” Yoongi yells and Hoseok cocks an eyebrow. “You look sexy enough to be edible in that costume and I look like I just ran out of a rancid jungle.”

“Yoongi, I told you, you look perf-“

`”Nope.”

“Please?” Hoseok asks, running his hands through his hair in near-defeat, “please be my fictional girlfriend? For one night?”

“Come over here and make me.”

Hoseok can tell Yoongi knows what he’s just asked for one second after it hits Hoseok and there’s a quick grin on Yoongi lips he isn’t quick enough to press down as Hoseok advances towards him in quick, long steps so that he’s suddenly two centimeters away from Yoongi expectant face.

“If you put on the costume, I’ll make sure the neighbors know how grateful you’re gonna be you did tonight,” Hoseok says in a low voice and there’s a satisfying visible shiver down Yoongi’s spine.

“See me changed in five,” Yoongi says after clearing his throat in a monotone voice. Hoseok smirks and pecks Yoongi’s lips.

“Make it three.”

Yoongi doesn’t argue.

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#i really didnt proofread im sorry dkhjkgh this is....trashy #yoonseok #yoonseok net #networkbangtan #btswriters #sobi #yoongi #hoseok #i really....forgot how to tag fics #yoonseokfic #sugafic #jhopefic

Are you still taking prompts? If so, 27 yoonseok pls

“We’re going downtown.”

“There’s a strip club downtown.”

“Min Yoongi, I am going to kill you.”

There are only a few things that can take away Yoongi’s attention from his Saturday afternoon ritual of playing Call of Duty: Black Ops III. Being in college meant Yoongi barely saw the inside of his room most days hurrying to classes and grinding at the library which left him with wistful stares in the direction of his console in between Calculus study sessions. And with Taehyung out probably fucking Jungkook, this was as good a time as any other to catch up on some video games.

Well, except when Hoseok says that.

Yoongi hits pause an turns around.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Don’t you dare pull that innocent shit on me, hyung, I fucking swear-” and now Hoseok is so close that their faces are three inches away and Yoongi has no option but to look directly into Hoseok’s eyes.

The fact that he likes Hoseok a whole damn lot does not help fight down the intense blush that creeps up on his cheeks at his proximity. Luckily, Hoseok doesn’t notice.

“What the fuck is this?” Hoseok demands, thrusting his phone at Yoongi. Yoongi blinks, squinting at Hoseok’s cracked screen (there wasn’t a single time in the history of Jung Hoseok owning a new cellphone that he hadn’t managed to tragically damage it this way within the first week of having one so that Hoseok’s standards have lowered considerably and “as long as it works, hyung” is a sufficient philosophy for now).

“It’s my Twitter,” Yoongi says, shrugging and Hoseok splutters, half in exasperation and half in disbelief.

“‘Min Yoongi retweeted Namjoon’s tweet “i feel like yoongi hyung’s ideal type is choi sooyoung” and said “listen brat, i only fuck guys”’?”

“And?” Yoongi shrugs. It’s hard for Yoongi to concentrate on anything because Hoseok is wearing a tank top and god, it’s taking every ounce of Yoongi’s concentration to look nonchalant and not blatantly stare at Hoseok’s pretty arms.

Hoseok on the other hand, looks like he might explode in frustration.

“And,” he says, nearly screaming, “you’re gay?”

“So what?”

“You’re telling me that we’ve known each other for two years and you’ve been gay this whole time.”

“Yup.”

“God,” Hoseok says, slapping his forehead, “do you have any idea how many times I’ve had to stop myself from hitting on you?”

If Yoongi thinks he was blushing before, it’s nothing compared to what he’s doing now and he’s red that he has to look away and turn back to his game.

“That’s what you’ve been bringing the ceiling down for this whole time?” Yoongi mumbles, unpausing the game.

“Don’t you fucking dare make me look like the one that’s crazy, hyung I-”

“You free at 8?” Yoongi interrupts. There is a short silence and then a huff of affirmation.

“Great, we’re going downtown.”

“There’s a strip club downtown.”

“And also an Italian place, asshole,” Yoongi smirks before looking back at Hoseok.

“I’ll pick you up 7:30. Sound good?”

This time it’s Hoseok’s turn to blush and there’s a small smile he’s fighting down at the edge of his lips before nodding ever so slightly and storming out and slamming the door shut.

Yoongi thinks it’s cute how Hoseok forgets that the walls are thin because he can hear Hoseok squealing down the entire hall.

#yoonseok #sobi #yoonseok net #btswriters #networkbangtan #I WROTE THIS ENTIRELY AND IT GOT DELTED I WAS SO ANGRY #this is a shabbier version of what i wrote before bc i was too angry to write all of it again sorry #yoonseokfic #sugafic #jhopefic

“Move!” - “Why would I move if I’m so comfy where I am?” 61 tae/yoongi please?

“Move!”

“Why would I move if I’m so comfy where I am?”

It’s not that Yoongi minds being touched.

He enjoys it actually, every once in a while from Jin ruffling his hair and bringing him morning coffee after an all nighter at the studio or the occasional hug from an overenthusiastic Park Jimin.

It’s just that when it comes to Taehyung, Yoongi can’t say the same thing.

When it comes to Taehyung, Yoongi’s heart revs on overdrive till his stomach is flip-flopping into the next dimension and he’s blushing so hard he tries to tug his bangs down low enough so that he can somehow cover his entire face.

(First of all, that is not good for his I-don’t-give-damn-about-the-world reputation.

Second of all, Yoongi would rather admit to working at a maid cafe strip club than accepting his crush of Taehyung the size of New York City. And then some.)

All in all, Yoongi maintains that the farther Kim Taehyung and his square smile and laughing eyes and adorable Daegu lull stays away from him, the better.

The thing is, Taehyung does not seem to understand this. Not to mention that Taehyung is stubborn.

Very fucking stubborn.

Exhibit A: Threats do not work.

“Tae,” Yoongi says under his breath. The rest of them are too focussed on ‘Moana’ playing on the screen to notice, but Yoongi would rather not take his chances.

“Mm?” Taehyung hums and Yoongi’s heart jumps.

What was it with Taehyung and his need to sit on Yoongi’s lap every movie night and his husky voice and -

No.

“The whole fucking couch is free, Taehyung. Scoot over to Hobi’s direction,” Yoongi hisses.

“Why?” Taehyung says, stubborn pout starting to emerge in the form of a protruding bottom lip and widened puppy eyes and Yoongi has to look away to not give in.

“Because you don’t need to be on my goddamn lap to watch Moana, just move over-”

“Nope,” Taehyung says, dragging out the word and popping the ‘p’ so that Yoongi wants to break something.

“Tae!”

“Hyung,” Taehyung whispers back calmly and Yoongi sighs.

“Move!”

“Why would I move if I’m so comfy where I am?”

Exhibit B: Flattery does not work.

“Hey Tae, have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are?” Yoongi says, ignoring Taehyung’s last remark and he’s glad that it’s dark because his pale skin would have given away the blush creeping down his neck by now.

Taehyung smiles sweetly and Yoongi feels his heart drop to his stomach.

“That’s why I’m sitting here, hyung. So you can see them better.”

Shit. That didn’t happen the way Yoongi planned it to.

Exhibit C: Bribery does not work.

“Tae,” Yoongi says softly, his voice a gentle hum. Taehyung looks back at Yoongi, head cocked to one side like an adorable puppy.

“If you move, hyung will take you to that carnival you wanted to see across town next weekend,” Yoongi suggests casually. Yoongi sees Taehyung’s eyes widen in excitement in the dark.

“Like a date?” Taehyung asks and Yoongi thinks he’s so red he’s probably radiating heat to the whole room now and he can’t take the words out of his mouth fast enough.

“No, that’s not what I-”

“Then no deal,” Taehyung says and Yoongi is back to square one.

Exhibit D: Suck it up and enjoy it.

The credits roll and Yoongi understands three things.

One, that Taehyung will not move.

Two, that he literally cannot remember for the life of him the first thing about the movie because he had spent the entire movie focussed on looking at Taehyung from the corner of his eye.

And three, that knowing Taehyung, there was no way they wouldn’t end up going on that stupid date next weekend.

After all, Taehyung was kind of the stubborn type.

#taegi #btswriters #networkbangtan #bts fluff #yoongi #taehyung #kshfdkjdsfj anyways like i said i no longer remember how to tag fics so....i mean i'll look up how i used to do them later #and my personal organization tags #taegific #vfic #sugafic

We Miss Playing Pretend (YoonSeok)

☛ Hoseok knows exactly what kind of motivation Yoongi needs at 4 AM.

✘ 1k words, yoonseok idolverse!AU

“It’s raining again.”

Yoongi doesn’t say anything but Hoseok knows Yoongi hears him from the way his lips curl into a thin line and his feet twitch ever so slightly under the shabby covers on the studio’s couch.

“C’mon, lets get back to work,” Hoseok nudges Yoongi up. The elder doesn’t protest; god knows they’re used to this. They’re used to the digital clock on the studio wall reminding them that it’s 3:19 AM, used to giving themselves small twenty minute naps between drained black coffees and hopeless clawing at any semblance of an REM cycle.

“Chocolate?” Hoseok offers and Yoongi shakes his head ever so slightly, already immersed in the track they’ve been working on for the past thirteen hours.

“When will Namjoon get his ass down here and help out,” Yoongi growls, glaring at the laptop screen, headphones hanging off his neck.

“You know he’s working on a separate track right now, hyung,” Hoseok sighs. It’s the kind of hour when even Hoseok can’t pretend to put on a fake show of weak smiles and transient happiness exuding like sunshine from every inch of him because god, he is so tired.

(It’s not like Yoongi can’t tell when Hoseok fakes it anyway.)

“How about we leave this part out for now?” Hoseok taps at the screen, leaning over Yoongi’s shoulder and resting his head at the crook of Yoongi’s neck. He feels Yoongi heat up ever so slightly but his eyes don’t waver from the screen.

“I don’t know, won’t that ruin the bridge? It doesn’t flow well from Jungkook’s verse as it is,” Yoongi says, biting down on his lip in frustration.

“We can always make multiple versions and see what works out best,” Hoseok suggests but his brain is fuzzy and he’s trying to get Yoongi flustered for no good reason other than the fact that hoseok is aching to be loved.

“Hmm,” Yoongi hums and Hoseok wants Yoongi to look at him just this once, knows Yoongi wants to, even.

(Admittedly, Yoongi’s always had more self control than Hoseok ever will.)

“Stop,” Yoongi says gently, a slight undertone of warning in his voice but Hoseok can tell when to push his luck. This was one of those times.

“Stop what?”

“You know exactly what I mean,” Yoongi says through gritted teeth followed by a soft sigh.

“You’re just being cranky,” Hoseok chuckles and feels Yoongi tense under Hoseok’s warm breath hitting his neck. He stops though, because work is work and Hoseok knows his priorities.

Their priorities. As ‘J-Hope’ and ‘Suga’. As a unit of a band that depended on them.

They lapse back into a comfortable silence after that, punctuated by the occasional suggestions and sips of coffee along with the scratching of Hoseok’s pencil and the clicking of Yoongi’s mouse. Outside, the rain comes down harder and Hoseok wonders vaguely if Namjoon has finished with his own track by now.

“God,” Yoongi says, pushing back from the desk and lolling his head back, “I fucking hate this.”

Yoongi doesn’t. Hoseok knows that, they both do. What Yoongi hates is the blank they pull sometimes when Yoongi just wants to be alone with Hoseok without having to worry about the members’ eyes on them or worse, lenses of the cameras in front of which stretched smiles and choreographed waves have become second nature.

Hoseok knows when Yoongi needs to be touched, too. They’ve been at this long enough, after all.

“Hey,” Hoseok says, voice a little hoarse from lack of use and Yoongi’s neck snaps towards him immediately, eyes locking at Hoseok’s in a way that is pleading enough to make Hoseok’s heart clench. It’s the kind of pleading that Hoseok recognizes so well from his own eyes; the kind that is begging hopelessly into an empty void for some other life, in some other universe where they could have met differently, maybe somewhere far away from here, somewhere without the flashing lights and news tabloids.

Somewhere they could learn to fall in love together.

“Hobi,” Yoongi croaks and Hoseok’s heart skips a beat because Yoongi almost never calls him that, obvious from the way the word sounds broken on Yoongi’s tongue.

Hoseok knows what to do.

There’s a pause in which Hoseok gets so close to Yoongi, their faces are millimeters apart and Yoongi’s breath is hoseok’s lips, hitching in anticipation. Hoseok runs his fingers gently through Yoongi’s bed hair, smoothing out the knots before his hands settle on cupping Yoongi’s jaw and Yoongi’s eyes are closed to hold onto one moment of pretending that they will be okay.

It breaks Hoseok’s heart.

He leans in then and Yoongi gasps softly when their lips touch and Hoseok explodes into a puddly mess of nerves and electricity and butterflies between soft lips and the softest of touches and he wants, wants so much, so very much to stay like this always, next to Yoongi, loving Yoongi, kissing him, kissing him the way he deserved to be kissed, without bruises and heartbreak. The kind of way Hoseok cannot give Yoongi.

For now though, it’s okay.

Hoseok pulls away reluctantly at last, painfully aware of the time ticking by but Yoongi is frozen for a minute, unable to open his eyes afterwards, lips pinker than usual, face flamed up.

“Work,” Hoseok giggles and Yoongi’s eyes fly open, dancing with playfulness as he hits Hoseok’s arm and Hoseok giggles again.

It’s amazing how much they get done after that.

#networkbangtan #yoonseok net #yoonseok #sobi #yoongi #hoseok #bts scenarios #bts reactions #bts imagines #yoongi scenarios #hoseok scenarios #bts fluff #why is it that i have over 100 requests in my ask box and i still write for something completely different #actually i think i wrote this because it's raining outside #sugafic #jhopefic #yoonseokfic #also hello tumblr fic world it's been a damn while

I Want To Kiss You (I Know It’s 2AM)

hey, i’m liking your photos at 2am because i want to make out. i’m texting you at noon because i want to make out. i woke up today because i (we don’t need words)

Yoongi is simple.

He knows what he wants and what he doesn’t.

He knows he wants his coffee black with a little cream and please, no sugar. He knows calculus was an intricate torture system in his pool of high school electives and that Friday nights meant staying home and watching Netflix under the covers.

Yoongi is black and white with no grey in between.

He isn’t confused about whether he is annoyed by Park Jimin’s existence (for the record, he is). He is fully aware that the last Kanye West album was definitely his worst.

And above all, he is completely conscious of the fact that he is in love with you.

But unlike Jimin’s proposal of “hyung, wait it out and see if she likes you” bullshit, Yoongi isn’t the type to play it cool.

“You know Yoongi, if you were up at 2AM, you should’ve just finished the calculus homework yourself,” you sigh. The library is buzzing with the soft hum of whispers behind pages people aren’t reading. Yoongi likes it like this; he likes it when you’re around.

“I’m not sure how you knew I was up at 2AM but I’ll just pretend like that’s not creepy,” Yoongi shrugs, copying down integrals from your book, pen flying over the empty lines. You scoff, lightly shoving his shoulder.

“I don’t understand how you can call me creepy when you’re the one who liked every single picture of mine from 4 years ago to now in the middle of the night. I had to switch my phone off so it would stop dinging every 2 seconds,” you say, crossing your arms and smirking.

“So?” Yoongi shrugs. He doesn’t really understand the look of disbelief that crosses your face then so he ignores it.

“Are you going to explain this integral to me or not?” Yoongi says, shuffling closer to you so that he’s practically on your lap and your face goes a bright shade of pink.

“I’ve told you how to do this problem six times, Yoongi. Just ask Namjoon to help you out,” you sigh, running your fingers through your hair. Yoongi tilts his head, staring at you so intensely that you turn a little redder.

“You know the only reason I ask you to explain calculus to me is so that I spend free period being around you, right?” Yoongi asks, because as far as intentions go, he thought his were fairly obvious. He doesn’t really know why you haven’t got the memo.

“Min Yoongi, are you flirting with me?” you ask, cocking an eyebrow at him and picking up the pen to write down the problem for the seventh time.

“Abso-fuckin-lutely,” he replies, his expression deadpan.

“You know, we saw each other an hour ago,” you say, rolling your eyes and picking up the controller on his couch, sitting down with a plop.

“I am aware,” Yoongi shrugs, setting up COD to beginner mode for you.

“And we don’t actually have any calculus homework this weekend.”

“So I’ve been informed,” Yoongi replies nonchalantly, still crouched in front of the TV.

“Not to mention that you know I suck at video games,” you point out.

“If you’ll start stating the less obvious maybe I’ll start telling you something you don’t know, Yoongi says, walking over to the couch.

“You’re mean,” you pout, and Yoongi rolls his eyes, leaning down to pick you up in one swoop so that you squeal a little before he plonks you back down on his lap, his arms wrapped on either side of you, fingers molding into yours over the controller.

“Yoongi,” you hiss and Yoongi can feel how warm you’ve gotten through his shirt; you’re probably blushing. It’s just about Yoongi’s favorite thing about you; how easy it was to get you flustered.

“Hmm?” Yoongi hums in your ear and he feels you shiver and then sigh, focussing back on the game.

“Nothing.”

“Comfortable?”

“Abso-fuckin-lutely,” you reply and Yoongi grins. He wasn’t about to let go easily.

“Yoongi, it’s like 5AM,” you croak into the phone. Yoongi ignores this.

“You didn’t come to school today,” Yoongi states. Over the speaker, he can hear you groan.

“I was sick, Yoongi. I couldn’t make it.” There is a soft cough and Yoongi’s heart clenches.

“Okay,” Yoongi says and then pauses before adding, “I miss you.”

There is a silence and Yoongi can practically see you blushing through the screen.

“You’re very straightforward.”

“You missed me too.”

“Presumptuous.”

“Also true.”

“I didn’t deny it.”

Yoongi grins. “Open your damn window already.”

There is another silence and then a muffled shuffling of feet before Yoongi sees your window open.

“It’s freezing out here, you know?” Yoongi calls up to your gaping face.

“Min Yoongi, this has to be the cheesiest thing I have ever-”

“Jimin told me this was the best way to ask you out.”

“And you listened to Jimin?”

Yoongi frowns. “I was desperate.”

“To do what?”

“To ask you if you’d like to go out with me.”

Your hands fly to your mouth and Yoongi thinks maybe that’s a good sign. Or something.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yoongi,” you say weakly, hiding your face.

“Is that a no?”

“No.”

“So it’s a yes.”

“Maybe.”

“If I come up there and kiss you, would you change your mind?”

“Yoongi, I’m sick!”

“And I love you. We’re both stating the obvious.”

“If I say yes, will you promise to go home?”

And?”

“And take me out on Saturday?”

Yoongi’s heart is racing but that doesn’t stop him from smirking.

“Abso-fuckin-lutely,” he replies.

(“How about that kiss?”

“Yoongi, I swear you’re the most persistent-”

“Stop blushing, it’s way too cute and then I really will kiss you.”

That shuts you up.)

#networkbangtan #yoonginet #bts scenarios #suga scenarios #bts imagines #bts reactions #bts fluff #suga fluff #sugafic #suga #yoongi #actually this is out of the blue for two reasons #first of all this is the first readerxmember ive done in almost a year #and second of all im probably going to make this blog into all fics #probably #lets see how that works out

10 Fun Date Ideas (Yoongi Scenario)

Warnings: Swearing.

Note: I promise there’s cuteness in the end. This is part of my Valentine’s Day series. You can find more of these scenarios here.

#4. Follow a crumbling staircase into the unknown.

“I hate you,” Yoongi said as he stepped up the stairs that led to the entrance of the haunted, abandoned house.

“Where’s your sense of adventure?” You asked. “You’re the one who said that you didn’t want to do, and I quote, ‘sappy shit for Valentine’s Day’.” Yoongi grunted from behind you and continued to follow you as you pushed opened the old, wooden door.

“I just wanted to stay in and sleep. Can’t we just go back to one of our places and just sleep?” Yoongi asked as he walked with you into the old and decaying house.

“Don’t get me wrong, sleeping is great, but it’s Valentine’s Day and every year we do the same thing. We stay in and sleep! We need to do something special and different,” you explained as you used your flashlight to inspect the living room of the house. Yoongi suspected that the flower wallpaper was supposed to make the home look more inviting, but it did the exact opposite.

“I think you need to reevaluate your definition of ‘special’ and ‘different’,” Yoongi grumbled as he continued to follow you. As much as he didn’t want to be in this rotting house, Yoongi didn’t want to leave you alone. Your sense of adventure and curiosity drew you to him, but it also frightened him. It was his worry towards your extracurricular activities that helped Yoongi realize that he was in love with you.

“Yoongi? Are you coming?” You asked. He blinked and pointed his flashlight towards you.

“Where are we going?” He questioned. You smiled at him and pointed your flashlight at a door that had a massive hole in the center.

“We’re going to the basement. Down the crumbling staircase into the unknown,” you proclaimed. If the house weren’t so spooky, Yoongi would have laughed at your proclamation, but this house made him feel very uncomfortable. The only source of light was from both of your flashlights and to make matters worse, you and Yoongi had to watch your step because there were gaping holes throughout the floorboards. There were many local legends about the house being haunted by the ghosts of the people who had died in the house and although Yoongi prided himself in not being superstitious, he swore that he could almost hear the screams and cries of the people who had left this place behind.

“This basement better not have an Stranger Things type of bullshit. I’m not in the mood to go to the Upside-Down,” Yoongi said as you opened the door to the basement.

“Don’t worry, Yoongi. We aren’t going to the Upside-Down. It’s just a basement. What could go wrong?” You said. Yoongi rolled his eyes and put himself in front of you.

“That’s what people say in horror movies before they get stabbed,” he said. “Stay close to me.”

“My hero,” you sarcastically said as you placed your hand on your chest.

Yoongi shined his flashlight onto the stairs and although they seemed to walk on, Yoongi had his doubts.

“Are we going to stand here forever?” You asked, pulling Yoongi out of his thoughts.

Yoongi tentatively placed his foot onto the first step and slowly placed more weight onto that foot. So far, it seemed safe. After carefully testing each stair step and testing your patience, you and Yoongi finally made it down the creaky staircase. Even with the flashlights, it was hard to see the basement. Yoongi could tell that you were becoming uncomfortable when he felt you grabbed his jacket and stayed very close to him.

“I don’t think there’s anything here, we should go,” Yoongi suggested for your sake more than his.

“We already made it this far, let’s stay a little longer,” you said. Just as Yoongi took another step forward, you both heard a crash come from behind. You and Yoongi both froze. “Yoongi,” you whispered, clinging onto his arm. Yoongi’s sweaty hand grasped your hand and without another word, he ran with you up the staircase and out of the house. With each step you took you felt as though something was following you. A part of you wanted to turn your head back to see if something was really there, but you were too afraid to look back. You sincerely hoped that the monster from Stranger Things had not become a reality.

Out of breath and scared shitless, you and Yoongi stopped running away once you had made it far away from the house property. Yoongi turned around to look at you, his hand still holding your hand.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his dark eyes staring directly at you.

You nodded your head. “Yeah. That wasn’t what I had expected.” Yoongi wanted to chuckle at your reply, but he was still spooked from what had just happened in the basement.

“Let’s go to my place and do some sappy shit,” Yoongi said. You laughed at his suggestion and nodded your head.

“Had I known that taking you to a haunted house would get you to do sappy shit with me, I would have dragged you there sooner,” you jokingly said.

Yoongi rolled his eyes and with his hand still holding your hand, he started to walk with you. “You don’t need to take me to haunted places to do that shit with me,” Yoongi commented.

“Really? Well. Um. What do I gotta do, then, to get you to kiss me?” You bravely asked. Yoongi stopped walking and turned to you in surprise.

“What?”

“I said, what do I gotta do to get you to kiss me?”

Yoongi did not waste another second, he placed his hands on your cool cheeks, and kissed your lips. You pulled his body closer to your body and let yourself melt into the kiss that you had always dreamed of having with him.

Although Yoongi was the first to pull away, neither of you let go of the other. Resting his forehead against yours, Yoongi spoke up. “Next time you want to do sappy shit with me, just say so.” You smiled and pulled him in for another kiss.

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Taehi anon *w* i'm sorry ^ maybe like a college party or high school party?

Kim Taehyung is always number one on Yoongi’s list.

Yoongi will be the first to admit how much he likes Taehyung.

Likes him, likes him. Like, full on gay, I want to kiss your stupid face and wear your stupid clothes and spend Sunday mornings waking up with you kind of likes him.

The thing is, life always has a thing for kicking Yoongi in the ass. There’s just some people you should not hook up with.

Your roommate, for example.

“Yoongi hyung, are you actually-”

For a minute, Taehyung splutters, words failing him and Yoongi smirks a little. He likes the idea that he can leave Taehyung speechless sometimes.

To be fair, Taehyung managed to do it to Yoongi all the time.

“Actually what?” Yoongi asks, casually raising an eyebrow. They’re outside for once, the music from the party still ringing in Yoongi’s ears but the night is pretty, and at least he could breathe out here. The fairy lights are blurring in and out of Yoongi’s vision but Taehyung is still sharp in his eyes; his pretty tousled hair and his choker necklace at an awkward angle so that Yoongi knows someone has already tried to give Taehyung a hickey. It makes Yoongi’s blood boil.

They’re more than a little drunk, Yoongi slightly more than Taehyung. It’s their usual pattern; Taehyung will beg Yoongi to go to more parties with him, this is college for goodness sake, it’s his duty as a roommate to get Yoongi laid once in a while and no, Yoongi will want to spend another night making the most of his Netflix subscription and Taehyung will pout till the swell of his lower lip juts out just enough and his eyes just the right amount of desperate and Yoongi will say okay, but just this one last time.

They know how it goes.

Taehyung gulps. “You look - nice,” Taehyung finishes and Yoongi should be reveling in this moment but he’s blushing too hard to think about it. Alcohol makes Yoongi quieter, a little more reflective. It’s actually kind of unsettling how little and altogether too much time Yoongi spends on his emotions.

(Especially when it comes to Taehyung.

Especially then.)

“Nice?” Yoongi presses, cocking an eyebrow, willing to Taehyung to elaborate.

“Kind of - sexy?” Taehyung ventures and Yoongi drops his gaze because he’s back to being the speechless one between them.

“Thanks,” Yoongi mumbles softly, looking away.

“I’m glad you came,” Taehyung says, breaking the silence and slinging his arm around Yoongi; he’s back to his usually smile that bares all his teeth, so ridiculously large that it would look ridiculous if anyone but Taehyung did it.

“Lets go back in, hyung. I wanna dance with you,” Taehyung winks and Yoongi is about to decline but he looks down at the beer cup he has drained he doesn’t even remember when and sure, he will go back if Taehyung holds his hand like that. He’d go anywhere if Taehyung would stay exactly like that next to him.

“Yeah,” Yoongi replies but it’s lost in the party and wall of heat hits Yoongi. There is the faint whiff of pot in the air and something like desperation and Yoongi gets it; he wants it too.

They don’t get too far, just past the door and into a corner of the room before Taehyung is moving to the music already, but Yoongi is frozen to the spot. He’s never seen Taehyung dance before and it’s kind of magical; not really because Taehyung is actually that good but because he flows with the beat, and the heat has them both covered in a thin layer of sweat in minutes in the too crowded room.

“I like this outfit on you, you know,” Taehyung says again, only louder because the music is deafening and Yoongi wonders if he should maybe try something outside his usual basketball shorts and plain white tees more often just to have Taehyung’s eyes burning into him like that. Yoongi leans against the wall and takes Taehyung in with his eyes, just watches him and sipping from the shot glass he doesn’t remember being in his hand till Taehyung inches closer and closer and Yoongi can practically taste the alcohol on Taehyung’s breath.

“Hey,” Yoongi whispers, trying to control his already erratic breathing.

“Hi,” Taehyung grins back lazily.

For future reference, Taehyung is the one the leans in first. Yoongi wills himself to remember that even if he didn’t remember anything else about that night.

Taehyung, not Yoongi.

(Yoongi isn’t complaining though.

He learnt a long time ago not to question the good things in life.)

If Yoongi had to ever list down his turn ons from most to least, making out roughly would be number two on that list.

(Kim Taehyung is number one.)

And Taehyung is all messy teeth and careless tongue, grabby hands through Yoongi’s hair ad his sides that set Yoongi on fire and he thinks he really is glad he came; this felt more than just good (nice? maybe - sexy?). The best part is that Taehyung knows what he’s doing; Yoongi knows Taehyung when he’s wasted and he knows when Taehyung is just drunk enough to throw away his inhibitions and right now Taehyung is the latter. It’s what makes it so much better; that Taehyung meant to do this, wanted it because god, Yoongi can’t remember a time when he hasn’t.

“Let’s go home,” Taehyung says when they break apart and there’s a soft smile on Taehyung’s face and Yoongi knows that look; like he just wants Yoongi to carry him home, tuck him under the covers and wake up next to each other the way they’ve done before. Well, except the kissing.

That was new.

He doesn’t mind though. If Yoongi had to write down a list of people he wanted to wake up next to every morning, Ryan Gosling would be number two on that list.

(Kim Taehyung is number one.)