#yoongi os

[neilpoetssociety]

SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE A YOONGI X READER NOTTING HILL AU PLEASE

WITH YOONGI BEING THE EXTREMELY WELL KNOWN AND TALENTED PERSON THAT HE IS AND Y/N AN OWNER OF A VERY CUTE AND SMALL BOOKSHOP.

Please I want it to exist and if no one writes it I will have to do it myself and I can't write for shit and no one wants me to ruin it.

[bts-story]

Can you make a OS about love triangle please?

Love can be destructive. That’s what people say to warn us. They think we are too young and dumb to understand anything about that world. They want us to live safe in romance. I disagree. Is destruction that bad? When the fire of the passion is at it’s climax, the only option is to explode. Even if it hurts, even if there is no coming back, I want to let it blow up and destroy us, destroy our love, so we can become flames, so we can become fire, so we can become passion itself. I think there is nothing more beautiful than to love until it hurts so much you loose your mind. To love you need to let love consume you.

The silence in the car was disgustingly heavy. The smell of expensive alcohol was sticking to my skin. The red of my lipstick all around my mouth was a dirty feeling I enjoyed, but it was even more satisfying to see its trace on the neck and shirt of my lover. Yoongi was lying down on my lap, ready to pass out. Even if most people thought we were on the edge of a separation, we were still there, together, taking care of each others. We were fighting everyday, but even though, tears would still come to my eyes just at the thought of loosing him. 

We were both trash. Getting drunk at the club every other night, making each other jealous with strangers and then starting fist fights before being kicked out, holding hands, going home in the same limo. Some kind of Bonnie and Clyde, we always had each other’s back and loved each other to death, but still a danger to ourselves and people around us. It may be the fantasy, but dating a celebrity is far from being the picture of perfect happiness we all imagined. I guess when I became a model I already had the feeling that my love life would become difficult. But calling yours someone that is desired by millions of women and men around the world is tricky for the mind and heart. Paranoïa is a common symptom in the showbiz industry, but our main trouble was our addiction to the pain it gave us.

When we arrived at our apartment I wasn’t surprise to see the light under the door. We get in, Yoongi barely standing straight, his heavy body leaning on mine.

“Get a place of your own, Namjoon.” He was standing in front of the window, his back facing me, a glass in his hand. “I see you found the way to the bar. 

Without answering or turning around he lifted the glass in the air so I could clearly see the translucide liquid it was filled with. “Did you stop drinking?” I difficultly managed to drag Yoongi to the sofa to let him lie down in an inform movement of fabric and flesh.

“How many times do I have to receive calls in the middle of the night, saying you guys started a fight again? Are you gonna be like that until no club let you in anymore?”

He sounded pissed but I couldn’t care less. I walked to him and pressed my body against his back, my arms embracing his chest. I slightly slipped my fingers in between the buttons of his shirt to gently caress his skin.

“What’s the aim of going out if it’s not to see you, Namjoon?” His jaw clenched. “We miss you so much we have to create troubles in hope you would finally show up to the party.” His fist strongly grabbed my wrist to get it out of his shirt.

“Don’t play with me.” I lean my head against his spine.

“Your best friend misses you. He keeps talking about you lately.” His sighed was filled with frustration. He turned around and I could see the anger in his eyes. He was about to answer, sending me off, but his eyes landed a bit farther behind me, probably on the couch.

“Where is he? Didn’t you bring Yoongi home with you?”

I turned my head in his direction but he was no longer there. “He must have gone to the bathroom to freshen up. It’s no big deal.”

But Namjoon didn’t seem to agree, he let go of my wrist he was still holding and walked straight to the corridor on the other side of the room. I found it bewitching the way he took care and worried for him, in a way I was seeing in Namjoon’s eyes the love and dedication I was feeling for Yoongi, and maybe that was why I was so attracted by him. 

I was seeing myself in Namjoon, and like Narcisse, I had fallen in love with my reflection. I knew I was the reason why these two men’s friendship was torn apart, but I loved them, unconditionally, both. I was dreaming about a world where we could just love each others, the three of us and be fine like that. Yoongi would have been okay with it, I think deep down he understands my love for his best friend and I think he loves him the same way I do. I can see in his eyes that he fell for the love Namjoon has for him. But the element that was unbalancing the equation was Namjoon. His abrasive personality and his conception of loyalty couldn’t fit in my dream world. And because Namjoon was rejecting that world, Yoongi was rejecting it too.

I went to lean on the kitchen’s counter to light up a cigarette and before I could have smoked it all, Yoongi was back, walking straight, sobering up a little bit. He came to me and stole what was left of it. I grabbed his wrist to invite him to come closer. His eyes were clear now, I could see he was feeling himself again. I reached for his lips and he didn’t fight my kiss. By the time I broke our embrace, Namjoon was already standing in the middle of the living room.

“Don’t you have a place of your own?” I smirked at Yoongi’s words and sent a cocky look at our friend.

“If I didn’t talk them out of it they would have called the cops.” Answered Namjoon as if it justified his infraction in our home or made it legit. Yoongi didn’t even looked at him. He preferred to play with the straps of my dress, teasing my shoulders with his fingers. 

“I guess I have to thank you, then. Again.” Namjoon shook his head as if he felt offended.

“I’m not asking for thank you’s. I just want you to stop creating scenes in public.” Yoongi looked away, still avoiding the younger’s eyes. « At least do it for me, or for the group. You’re not alone in this.” Yoongi sighed and nodded.

“Alright. No more drama.”

Even if nothing sounded honest in his promise, Namjoon smiled slightly with some heart warming satisfaction. It would always make me want to cry when I was seeing his love show up like that. I walked up to him and put my hand on his cheek. Namjoon lost his smile and looked at me confused and wary.

“You always take care of Yoongi so well. I could never thank you enough Namjoon.”

He didn’t seem to believe in my sincerity. He always looked at me like I was the devil itself. But I also could see that the real reason behind his distrustful behavior around me, was nothing more than the guilt he felt for being as attracted to me as I was to him. I gazed into the orb of his eyes making him feel uneasy. I let my hand slip onto the back of his neck, slightly dragging him towards me. I pressed my lips against his. He kissed back. Soon his hands were in my hair and he was the one to prevent me from breaking that kiss.

But suddenly Yoongi grabbed my arm and pushed me away. His other hand was pinning Namjoon’s chest on the wall and his eyes were giving him death glares. Namjoon immediately backfired.

“She kissed me! You saw it, I didn’t do anything.” He didn’t answer and pushed him a little bit more against the bricks.

“You wanted it.” I remarked as I was walking away to lit another cigarette. 

Yoongi’s voice was trembling with anger, and so did his body as he was really trying to control himself. But even if he was pissed by my action I could see I wasn’t the one he was mad at. Yoongi was smart enough to understand what my feelings for Namjoon were. He knew they weren’t a threat to us. He was only mad because I knew that no matter how many times Namjoon would surrender to his feelings, he would always end up rejecting me, rejecting us.

“You should go home.” The pain on Namjoon’s face broke my heart, but I knew Yoongi was right. He was always so transparent, like an open book his feelings were so easy to read, and yet he would still close himself to us when we were confronting him to them.

Without a word he took his jacket and slammed the door behind him. I walked to my lover and gently took his hand. “Let’s go to sleep.” I told him before walking him to the room. When we lied on the bed I let Yoongi rest his head on my chest and caressed his hair, comforting him.

“Don’t worry, he loves you, he loves us. He just doesn’t want to admit it.”

He sighed but didn’t say a word and let me rock him to sleep.

Long time since I wrote anything, I got inspired but I can’t promise I will write again soon cause I’m supposed to have work rn :(

Hope you enjoy it!

- Rime

[sunyoonandstars]

First Snow || BTS One Shot || You x Yoongi

Warning: This is so sweet, it will probably give you a toothache. 🍬🙃#sorrynotsorry Enjoy! 🎄

Fluff, hints of angst

Word count 1.599

"Yoongi? Are you okay? Where did you go?"

"I'm here. I'm right here."

Startled, you froze in place, phone pressed to your ear, eyes still fixed on Yoongi's pitch-black kitchen window while you felt his arms encircle your waist from behind and his chin come to rest on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry, babe," he mumbled into your scarf, holding you tight now, his cold nose nestled to your neck. "I should have come right down when you asked me to. I had no clue this was so important to you. I was being an idiot, period. You clearly love snow, so starting today, I love snow, too. ...”

First Snow 

It was a particularly cold December night, and you could smell it in the air. 

The snow. 

Even long before it started falling, the tip of your nose had begun to tingle and while you were still sat in class, longingly staring out the window, waiting for the first flake to tumble to the ground, your feet had gotten restless, eager to pace the pavements of Seoul that were about to turn into Winter Wonderland. 

Not only was it the night of the first snow of the season, though, but also date night with your boyfriend who was most likely wrapped up in his favorite blanket, lounging around on his sofa, ignorant of the miracle happening right outside his door while you swiftly made your way to his apartment. 

Standing under his window, anxiously waiting for him to answer your call, you couldn't keep yourself from grinning like a schoolgirl. 

"Yah, Yoongi!"

"What? Why are you screaming?“

"I'm not screaming," you laughed, feeling endorphins rush through your bloodstream while the crisp air nipped at your cheeks and nose and burned in your lungs with every ecstatic breath you took. "I'm just excited!"

"Well, stop being so excited, baby,“ Yoongi mumbled into the phone. “Or I'm afraid you’ll make my eardrums burst." 

"I'm sorry." 

"No, you're not," he chuckled, his voice low and husky, sounding as if you had just woken him from slumber. 

"No, I'm not. If there ever comes a day I stop being excited about snow, I might just as well be dead." 

"Don't say that, y/n." 

"But I mean it." 

"Wait. Snow?" 

"Yes! It's snowing! Look outside!" 

Finally, Yoongi’s figure appeared in the brightly lit frame of his kitchen window. 

Smiling, you waved at his familiar silhouette, unable to make out his features against the warm light seeping out into the night. 

"Yoongi-yah, isn't it beautiful!?" 

"Sure, baby," he grumbled, his words followed by a sigh. "But won't you come inside, hmm? It's freezing. You'll catch your death. Come on, I'll buzz you in." 

Sometimes, you just couldn't believe him. Grandpa Min, always grumpy, trying to put a damper on your cheerful mood. You wouldn't allow him to succeed, though. Not tonight. Not on the night of the first snow. Not ever. Not on your watch. 

"Come inside!?“ you repeated. “Tsk. No." 

Phone pressed to your ear, you shook your head so vigorously, he would surely get the message. 

"No?" Yoongi echoed, sounding displeased. 

"No way," you stood by your previous decision, arms crossed, blinking up at him through the falling snow. 

"But it's date night." 

"Exactly. And that's why you are going to come outside and join me for a walk." 

"A walk!?" he gasped. You could picture his face right now, nose crinkled, brows furrowed, a wrinkle forming in between them. "You're kidding me, right!?"

"No. I'm dead serious." 

"Do you wanna kill me, y/n?" 

"Oh, come on, don't be a pussy." 

"A what now?" 

"Oh, you heard me."

"Look, I love you, baby girl. But wild horses couldn't drag me outside right now. In here, it's warm and cozy and out there, it's cold and deadly. So, I'm staying right where I am, thank you.“ 

"Cold and deadly?" you snickered. "Seriously?" 

"Yes." Yoongi shrugged his shoulders, you could tell even from where you were standing. "Of course. I mean, first of all, you could catch pneumonia and die. Secondly, this beloved snow of yours turns every stairway into a mortal water slide."

"Oh, come on. Now you're exaggerating." 

"Am I, though? You're one of the clumsiest people I know, y/n."

"Exactly. So, if you won't come down, you leave me with no choice but to wander the snowy streets of Seoul all by my lonesome. I'll probably slip and crack my head open, and you'll have to live with regret for the rest of your life." 

"So you're threatening me now? That's what it has come to, yeah?" 

"Seems like it," you giggled. "Come on, Yoongi. Don't be a baby. I was really looking forward to this." 

"What?" 

"The first snow of the season, of course." You hesitated. "And the first snow we experience together, as a couple. Our first snow." 

Through the phone, you could hear Yoongi exhale with resignation. 

"But, baby, it's cold outside," he whined, making one last attempt at swaying you. "Why would you wanna take a walk, at night, in winter, when you could just as well watch the snow from in here while we're cuddling comfortably on my sofa in the cozy warmth of my heated living room?"  

"But we do that all the time, Yoongi! Don't get me wrong, I love our cuddle time. It's just – I –“ 

No longer trusting your vocal cords, the gut-wrenching disappointment of your romantic plans having gone amiss eventually catching up with you, you choked on barely held back tears that blurred your vision of Yoongi's kitchen window. 

When you had run a hand across your face to dry your eyes and looked back up, Yoongi had vanished, the window had gone dark, and you were met with perfect silence on the other end of the phone line. 

"Yoongi? Yoongs? Are you there?" 

No response. When you looked to check if he had ended the call, however, Yoongi still hadn't hung up. 

"Yoongi? Are you okay? Where did you go?" 

"I'm here. I'm right here." 

Startled, you froze in place, phone pressed to your ear, eyes still fixed on Yoongi's pitch-black kitchen window while you felt his arms encircle your waist from behind and his chin come to rest on your shoulder. 

"I'm sorry, babe," he mumbled into your scarf, holding you tight now, his cold nose nestled to your neck. "I should have come right down when you asked me to. I had no clue this was so important to you. I was being an idiot, period. You clearly love snow, so starting today, I love snow, too. Because I love you, y/n. Like crazy." 

Gradually, as if in slow-motion, your hand, still clutching the phone, dropped to your side, tears openly streaming down your cheeks now. 

This was the first time Yoongi had ever said them. 

The three words. 

In all the months you had spent together so far, he had never told you that he loved you before and you had started to doubt the depth of Yoongi's feelings for you, had gotten scared to fully commit because you could not have taken having your heart broken yet another time. So now, hearing him say those very words with such sincerity, you felt a switch being flicked in your heart and all the emotions you had held back, afraid to feel too much, came pouring out all at once. Shaken by uncontrollable, silent sobs, you buried your face in your hands, ashamed of your unchecked tears. 

But Yoongi could not be fooled. Immediately, he turned you around in his arms, so you had to face him. 

"Oh, no, y/n, you're crying," he realized. "Why? Is it because of me? Did I hurt your feelings? I did, didn’t I? I’m sorry. I'm so sorry." 

The sorrowful sound of his soft voice broke your heart. It was almost as if he was the one who was hurt, not you, as if Yoongi could feel the pain and relief rushing through your veins right this instant just as intensely as you did. 

"Y/n, baby," he whispered, gently removing your hands and cupping your face with his instead, looking at you, forehead creased by genuine concern. "Don't cry. Please, don't cry. I can't stand it. I'm here now, okay? We can walk through the snow all you want. Just, please, don't be sad anymore. I never intended to hurt you. I'm sorry I was such an asshole. I should have been able to tell how excited you were and how much this meant to you. I'm sorry." 

Through a blur of tears, you stared back at him while Yoongi brushed away your tears, his expression disheartened. 

"That's not it, Yoongi," you started out, your voice still shaky. "I'm not upset anymore."

You couldn't help but smile when Yoongi's pouty, pink lips formed a puzzled 'oh' and he tilted his head to one side, eying you intently. 

"I'm just so ... happy," you barely managed to get out the words in between sobs. "What you just said ... just made me so happy." 

Enraptured by his beauty once again, you watched as Yoongi's expression changed and was taken over by the fondest of smiles, his eyes gleaming, snowflakes caught in his dark hair and eyelashes, falling all around you like feathers, lighter than air, it seemed, dancing boisterously as though they were celebrating your union. 

"And I haven't been happy in … forever. Until I met you, I didn't think I ever could be. So ... this ... just means a lot to me, Yoongi. You mean a lot to me. The world, actually. And I love you, too. So much, I can't even tell you." 

With a grin, Yoongi slowly leaned in, your gazes locked with each other until his eyelids fluttered shut and your lips met for a lingering kiss.  When he pulled back, he was still smiling, his ink-black orbs glistening in the glow of the warm street lights. 

"I can't believe how lucky I got with you," Yoongi whispered as he took your cold hand into his, your fingers naturally interlacing. "And now we're gonna go for a walk in the snow. And this hand? I'm never gonna let that go. Not ever."

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