After working all day having to deal with several people running your ears with requests, your body needed a well-deserved rest. The moment you got back to the apartment your evening started with the average routine. Once you have finally changed and sat on the couch with your leftovers, tears began to roll down your cheeks. There was not a single person that you could call. Everyone was either working overseas or they were practicing for their next comeback.
You sniffled as you buried your head into the plushie that your partner had given you the last time he visited. It had been a while since the last time you had spent time with him, he always knew what to do when your day was rough. Sometimes he would grab your hand, pull you under the blankets, and cuddle you until you fell asleep in each other’s arms. Min Yoongi could lay down almost anywhere and sleep but you both knew that his best rest was in bed with you. Being in a long-distance relationship led to the longest nights but the two of you made it work. Even in the public eye, there were times when the two of you shared a moment while everyone was watching.
Your head was buried into the plushie's face when your phone went off, a VLive notification popped on-screen “BTS VLIVE”. You sat up and connected your computer to the TV. It's always nice to be able to sit back and watch when the guys went live, it was surprising to see Suga on screen.
With a heavy sigh you smiled, mumbling about his wide gummy smile. It was calming to be able to see him. Although it still didn’t settle the anxiety that dwelled in your heart from the day. You had to admit though, your partner looked stunning in an all-black attire. His outfit reminded you of your first date a year ago. It was such a beautiful night spent indoors as the two of you sat in his studio with a glass of wine. He played a song that he designed but had no intention of releasing. As he softly hummed along, you began singing trying to keep up with the rhythm. Yoongi became silent, listening to you attentively.
The more you thought of that night the more at ease you felt until he pulled his guitar out and started playing. It was surprising seeing him being able to play so well, it was not long since he mentioned that he wanted to learn. He sounds pretty skilled but you knew that you could still kick his butt in playing with 4 years of practice on your belt. The longer that you watched the more your brain slowed down and you were able to relax. The moment of serenity that you needed came along when he said he was going to play his last bit before heading out.
He watched the stream of comments fly up the screen, he leaned in reading them as he strummed slowly looking at the camera. The moment that he smiled his sweet, gummy smile he began to hum gently. Playing the same melody from your first date. The tears began to flood your eyes, falling onto your crossed arms, as he waves with his final good-bye. The stream has ended. Your heart fluttered as you sang the song where Yoongi left off. The plushie was now drenched with tears and small drips of snot from all that crying, before you know it, Yoongi was calling your phone.
“How was it?” Yoongi asks, sounding cocky.
You sniffled, choking back your tears as he shushed you gently. He kept reassuring you that no matter how your day went and how much you wanted to hold it in he was there for you. You laid down snuggling your plushie when he sent a request to have a video call. With tears running down your flushed cheeks the two of you finally saw each other. There was no way he would miss out on seeing your crying face, he would always laugh at how red you would get. He couldn’t help but smile stupidly as you attempted to wipe the tears away.
“You’re not great at comforting people,” you choke out, laughing.
“No one said I was going to comfort you,” he raised an eyebrow, “did you watch the Vlive?”
“Was I supposed to, I figured you were playing for ARMY”, jokingly pouting into your plushie, “you know, you sang it wrong.”
Yoongi was quick to notice your bratty attitude but played along, “Is that so? Then why don’t you sing for me so I can learn?”
He pulled out his guitar again, gently strumming the chords for the lullaby. You didn't want to sing and tried to laugh it off but he kept going even starting to sing along. When the two of you first wrote that piece a year ago, nothing was going to come from it, it was just for fun something to share in secret. The more he played the more you knew that he was your one, words alone could not capture what you two felt or experienced with one another. The notes. The lyrics. The rhythms and beats. They all intersected creating what the both of you considered to be fate.
Finally, you felt light as a feather at peace at last so much so that you began to fall asleep. Yoongi noticed your light breathing and watched the screen. He strummed softly, effortlessly as he gazed at your sleeping face.
“I hope you realize you do not have to be perfect. You don’t have to do anything special, just keep going. Tomorrow will be better. I love you... Good-night.”
Synopsis: The first time Cara Richie sets foot on the Graham Norton show she’s confronted with questions that have less to do with her upcoming film “Young Rising”, and much more to do with BTS. More specifically with one of their rappers, Suga. Cara is an open supporter and fan of the band, however when Min Yoongi is shipped with the bilingual up-and-coming actress after mentioning her in an interview, things start to get out of hand. Fanart, twitter trends, and stalkers ensue, leaving Cara’s career up to an unknown fate. Then comes the moment the world didn’t even realize it was waiting for: a solo track from Agust D that raises more questions than answers, especially for Cara.
I would recommend the Graham Norton show to anybody purely based off the quality of their couches.
It’s our five minute call when Sebastian Stan, my co-star and annoyingly close friend, shakes me out of my half-asleep daze.
“Hey, we’re about to be called up. Ready?” He helps me to sit up, laughing at the state of my hair. No doubt it looks like a bird’s nest. He motions for one of the crew to help me out, a petite makeup artist appearing out of nowhere and touching up my hair.
“Yeah, I’m excited I swear. I just wish I wasn’t so tired.” Sebastian and I rolled in from where we were shooting in the Democratic Republic of the Congo at about ten o’clock this morning. I have yet to recover from the long trip. Unfortunately, our interview was scheduled for tonight, and we stand to begin our course of promoting the movie for the foreseeable future. It’ll still be a few hours before I can crawl into a bed.
“At least it’s only an hour time difference, right?” Sebastian stands me up, instructing me to do some stretching.
“At least we finally have service. I haven’t spoken to my family in three months, they probably think you killed me and left me there in the middle of the jungle.”
One of the perks of our on location shooting was the fact that we only had a couple of satellite phones. No contact with the outside world for nearly three months. I grew way too attached to it, although the one downside was not getting to know how my family and friends were. A lot can happen in three months. I’ve been so rushed to get ready and get over here to the show that I’ve hardly had any time to even glance at my phone besides a cursory text to my group chat with my family letting them know that I’m still alive and back in civilization.
“Tempting, but too many witnesses.” Sebastian winks at me, coming to attention when we’re motioned over by one of the staff. Glancing at the TV in the waiting room I can see Graham Norton beginning to introduce us.
“Our next guests have just re-entered into civilization, so do excuse them if they’re a little off. Please welcome the dashing Sebastian Stan and lovely Cara Richie!”
Sebastian motions for me to go first, and I jump out into the bright lights. Even though I’ve been on a few shows by now, it never gets old. Granted, I’ve only had one successful blockbuster. Maybe I won’t feel the same once that number starts to climb.
I greet Graham before settling down on the couch beside Billie Eilish, the musical guest of the day. I’ve met Billie before, we actually became fast friends. I was invited to a music awards show (I found out that actors are often invited to them for some reason), and we decided to ditch the after party and settle for pizza and a movie instead.
“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, glad to know you’re still alive.” Billie mumbles.
“Barely,” I whisper back. Sebastian sits down on the other side of me, waving to a few people in the audience. There are a group of girls near the front row that scream even louder when I look their way, and I smile at them. Sebastian sure does have an affect on people.
“Well, well. Glad to see you’ve made it. Didn’t you two just fly in this morning?” Sebastian jumps in to answer. I appreciate him taking the lead, he definitely has a lot more experience than me.
“Sure did. I think you’re trying to kill us, Graham.” Graham gasps, every bit the entertaining host.
“Now, Cara,” I smile at the man, hopefully masking my exhaustion. I’m a huge fan of him, and I want to leave a good impression. “This is your second major film. How are you feeling with all of the attention you’ve received? Because really, you came out of nowhere.”
I nod, reminding myself not to depend on Sebastian. “That’s true, I kind of did. It’s been amazing though. I think they sent me off to the middle of nowhere so it wouldn’t go to my head.” Graham laughs, the audience joining in. I sit up a little straighter because of it.
“That’s probably smart on their part. Really, from what I’ve seen of the previews for this film, it’s called ‘Young Rising’, correct?” We nod. “Right. It looks quite intense. But you two, you two are lovers in this.”
I shoot Sebastian a look that tells him we are anything but. “Yeah,” I draw out the word. “You could say that.”
“I really don’t know what they were thinking, putting the two of us together.”
“You mean to say that you don’t like each other at all?” Graham asks, feigning concern.
I shake my head. “I loathe him. But he won’t leave me alone, can you believe it?”
Graham nods. “Actually, I can. After all, you were recently named among the ‘most wanted’ stars in the world.”
I look at Billie completely surprised. “I was?” I ask her. She nods, shrugging her shoulders.
“Most wanted? That makes me sound like a criminal!”
“Isn’t that the point?” Sebastian taunts.
We continue bickering for a while. “I had no idea, but really I have no clue what’s happened over the past three months.”
Graham hums, shuffling through his papers before coming upon what he was looking for. “Really? Well I find that quite interesting, because something happened just last week on this show.” Suddenly the girls up front start screaming again, hardly able to contain themselves.
I look at Sebastian. “What did you do?” I whisper. He shakes his head at me, mouthing ‘nothing’.
“Alright, calm down you three. I haven’t even gotten the chance to tell her yet, you’re going to spoil the surprise!” WIth great effort the girls pipe down. Graham swivels back to me, a mischievous smile on his face.
“Oh no, what surprise?” I groan.
Billie pats my knee. “I know what this is about, it’s been all over twitter. This is what I’m thinking of, right?” Billie asks, shooting me a close-lipped smile.
“All over twitter? I haven’t had a chance to check twitter.” To be honest, I was putting off checking the hot mess that is social media. Three months of peace and quiet have been so nice, I’m clinging to it before I have to dive back in.
“Last week, we had a very special musical guest. You’re a fan of BTS, aren’t you?”I nod, furrowing my eyebrows. Where is he going with any of this?
“Yeah, I love them. We were just listening to them in the car, actually.” I gesture between Sebastian and I. Graham studies us like a textbook, nodding along.
“That’s perfect! They came on the show last week, it was amazing. Wasn’t it?” The audience cheers and claps in response. “We got to have a little chat before they performed. A nice little heart to heart if you will. Somehow, I have no idea how, we got onto the topic of their love lives.”
We all give him a complimentary laugh, knowing full well how they got onto that topic. Any successful interviewer knows their way around questions to make even the most composed celebrity fidget in their seat until they slip up.
“Oh did you?” Sebastian prompts Graham on. I know him well enough that he’s just wanting to move on at this point. We’re here to talk about our movie, not BTS. Heaven knows they’re famous enough already.
“Yes. You’ve heard of Suga?” I nod. I know who each of the members are, I really do like them a lot. “Well, he said something quite interesting, er, about you.”
My eyebrows flit up. “About me? He knows who I am?”The audience laughs, the girls in the front are practically causing an earthquake with how much jumping around they’re doing.
“He most certainly does. In fact, when I asked the boys if there was anyone they had their eye on, they all immediately turned to him! It was difficult to get it out of him, to say the least, but I found out that he’s a big fan of yours. And not just from a professional standpoint, if you know what I mean.” Graham winks at me even as my mouth falls open.
Me?
“You’ll have to watch the clip,” Billie says, nudging me. “It’s been all anyone can talk about all week. It’s been so annoying, I see your name everywhere now.” She laughs, and I pull myself together enough to laugh along with her. I look around, reminding myself that I’m on international television, and word will get around quick if I look like a high schooler that just got asked to the prom by her long-time crush.
Even though that’s exactly what I feel like.
The rest of the interview passes in a blur, Graham even going to far as to show me a couple of tweets with the hashtag, #CaraBTS. I’m just relieved there isn’t some weird couple name trending...yet.
“Oh, look at this one! You’ll love it.” Graham holds his paper up to the light, reading off of it. “‘This is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a drill. Cara and Yoongi are finally happening. I’ve been pushing for this since I found out she went to school in Seoul!’ It would appear this has been a long time coming for some fans. There are others that aren’t quite as excited though, as you can imagine.”
Shuffling his papers he pulls out another tweet. “Here we are, ‘I’m telling you if Cara Richie lays a single finger on my lil meow meow I’m suing.’ Well isn’t that lovely?”
We finally move on, Sebastian telling a funny story from our time filming in the Congo. I add in whatever tidbits I can, but I remain so focused on looking normal and unbothered by this new information that I nearly miss Billie getting up to sing. It’s during her performance, when the lights are down low and our mics are turned off that Sebastian nudges me, whispering something under his breath.
He makes it look like he’s pointing something out on stage, “Hey, you alright?”
I nod along, looking for all the world like we’re chatting about the lighting. It’s true that it looks striking, the dark greens and blues cut across the stage, highlighting Billie’s haunting voice.
“I think I will be. Is this going to be a disaster? Now all anybody will want to talk about is my love life.”
“Which we both know is nonexistent.”
“Exact-hey!” I shove my friend before turning my attention back to the performance. I still can’t quite relax, but I feel a little better. At least I have Sebastian by my side. He certainly knows how to remain low-key when it comes to the press.
Once the interview ends the three girls at the front squeal until I look at Sebastian who gives me a shrug.
“I don’t think it’s for me,” he gestures to them. “Look at their sign.”
Sneaking a glance over there my eyes widen and I struggle to keep my mouth from hanging open. One of the girls holds up a little poster that I didn’t see before. She probably wasn’t allowed to hold it up during the show because she would block other people’s view.
There, written in big bold miss that only a blind man could miss it reads:
Cara x Yoongi nation
Graham notices my attention from where he’s saying goodbye to Billie and makes his way over to me. He gives me a pat on the back.
“That,” he points out the sign that is now burned into my eyelids. “Is only the beginning, love.”
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By the time Sebastian and I make it back to the hotel where the rest of the cast and director/producers are staying, I want to lock my door and throw something.
Sebastian told me not to check twitter, but I ignored him. Curiosity did kill the cat, folks. News flash.
If I wasn’t known before, I certainly am now. Twitter is a mess of supportive fans, those fans who are heartbroken but happy for Suga, and the fans that are out for blood. Like, real blood. I’ve read the words “better watch out” so many times that I can’t help but look over my shoulder every few minutes.
I do appreciate the fans that claim that only true ARMY will support the boys’ decisions. Nevertheless, I decide to hold off any kind of presence on social media until further notice. A glance at the official BTS twitter shows them doing the same thing, apparently. I’m not sure whether I should be relieved or worried about that.
“I told you not to,” Sebastian chides once we enter the hotel. “Now you’re all depressed.”
“I’m not depressed,” I defend myself. “Just nervous. I’m not sure what this means for my whole acting career. I don’t like knowing that I have no control over it.”
Sebastian wraps an arm around my shoulders as we enter the elevator. “Not to worry, I’m sure the PR team is on it. Stacey is good with these kinds of things. Trust me, I’ve put her through enough near disasters that this will be a piece of cake.”
Sebastian and I share managers, PR reps, and many more things. We’re strange friends, thrown together through a series of random events, but I’m so grateful for him. I would be so lost without all the resources he’s provided me with.
I give a dry laugh, slumping against my friend as the thought of being so close to a bed only serves to make me more tired. “She’s probably glad that it’s not you for a change.”
“Yeah, probably.”Sebastian bids me goodnight, heading down to his room on the other end of the hall. I can hear our director and a couple of the producers talking, but it’s too muffled to make out much more than their voices. I’m too tired anyways, so I opt to head straight to my room and get into bed before anyone can ask me any questions. I barely make it into my pajamas before I hit the mattress, sighing as I sink into the covers.
“Ah, finally. Goodnight world,” I mumble, turning to flip my phone on silent. The moment I go to grab my phone, it lights up with a notification. Groaning, I pick it up, squinting at the light.
PLOT:
Y/N tries to stay out of trouble while living at the Bangtan frat house.
PAIRING: Yoongi x reader (ft. the other boys)
GENRE: comedy, fluff, Fratboy!AU
WARNINGS: drinking, suggestive smut and stuff
WORDCOUNT: 6.6k
A/N: last part guys, let’s get it x
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The pounding sound of the beats seep through the floor, and you groan, turning up the volume of your TV. You do not know when you turned old, but for the first time, you find yourself considering grabbing a broom and knocking on the ceiling. Not that it has ever worked in the history of the world, but it is tempting. If not only to display your frustration with the noise. Despite the disturbing sounds, you manage to hear your growling stomach calling for snacks, and you realize that you forgot to make popcorn for the movie. It actually feels like a betrayal on your part. You might only be in a t-shirt and underwear, but you are simply too lazy to put on pants only to take them off again once you come back down. And let us be honest, it is not exactly the first time you have wandered around the house without pants on. It is actually what started all of this, ending with you living in the basement of the Bangtan frat house. So, when you think about it, good things usually come out of you not wearing pants. And if the boys were honest, they would agree, you are sure.
With your hair in a bun and your legs bare, you make your way upstairs, entering the party space and receiving looks from the very start. But most of the partiers are too drunk and entertained to truly question your questionable state. The music is even louder up here, which you had not thought possible, and the sweaty bodies surround you, making you wince. It might have been a day or two since you showered, meaning you probably are not as clean as you could be, but you do not need to get dirtier from spilled alcohol or other people’s sweat on your skin. Dodging as much contact as you can, you reach the kitchen and pull out a drawer to reveal the popcorn packs. You pull one out, finding a strip of tape on the pack with Jungkook’s name on it. You shake your head disapprovingly. He really has become possessive over his things after you moved in, labeling all of his stuff. It might be because he found out that you had been using his shampoo and that he thinks you sometimes use his toothbrush (which is a lie… or maybe it was that one time…), but you only find it ridiculous. The boy is just too sensitive. It is not like a piece of tape with his name on is going to stop you anyway. On the contrary for that matter. It only tempts you further, wanting to bother him. The popcorn might be his, but the opportunity to tease him is yours, and therefore, you must grab it. You have to push a random couple out of the way mid-make-out since they are blocking access to the microwave. You start pushing at the boy’s back to get them to move, yet it startles him and makes him break the kiss from the surprise. He turns around, and you tighten your grip on the pack, realizing that you are about to get caught red-handed, stealing his snacks. His precious popcorn, nonetheless. “What?” Jungkook says with furrowed brows when he realizes that you are the one interrupting. His gaze immediately drops to your hands, and he notices what you feared that he would. He lifts his eyes again, locking them with yours, expression unreadable. “What do you think you are doing?” he asks calmly. Even though he keeps face, you know that he is pissed already. You fight back the smile that threatens to escape, knowing you will only provoke him if you let it slip across your lips. Without a response from you, his eyes wander back down to check again that it is, in fact, his snacks you are hogging, but to his surprise, something else steals his attention. Your bare legs. Once again, you are indecent, exposing yourself to the world, and having come to know you, Jungkook is not still hit by an urge to look away, but more to cover you up, caused by his growing protectiveness towards you. “Jesus, Y/N. Why aren’t you wearing pants?” he asks with a sigh, tilting his head in frustration and furrowing his brows. It is almost hilarious how the boys are always more affected by your undressed state than you have ever been. Especially this boy. From his movement, you get a peek at the girl behind him, who is waiting for their session to heat back up. Jungkook has seemingly forgotten her for a moment, but you have not. For once, another girl is actually an advantage for you. “Kookie, you should be used to seeing me without pants on after all those times,” you say, stepping a bit closer to him with a flirtatious smile that does not go unnoticed by her. “It cannot really come as a surprise,” you add, placing a hand on his chest that makes his eyes widen in shock. You want to burst out laughing at the thought of you actually flirting with the maknae, and the look on his pale face is almost too humorous to ignore. But if you want him to leave and let you hog his popcorn, you have to create a diversion - drama. Just as you had hoped, the girl seems displeased with the statement and huffs, stomping off with irritation. Fuckboys never last when exposed. Jungkook notices, and it only takes a few seconds for him to realize your ploy. Seeing the realization on his face, your laugh can no longer be contained. The boy sighs. “Seriously? You’re cock-blocking me now?” he asks, furrowing his brows at you. You feign innocence, yet your smile gives you away. Jungkook shakes his head disappointingly. Having come to know Jungkook, you know that he has a certain reputation to obtain, and having a girl spread rumors about him being a dick is not beneficial. He has to go explain to the girl and cannot stay here to scold you on stealing from him. Jungkook walks away with a sigh to look for her, while you finally get clear access to the microwave. Now you can pop your popcorn in peace. Well, Jungkook’s popcorn, but popcorn, nonetheless.
You shut the door behind you, closing off the party once again to your pounding ears as you return to the basement. Bowl in hand, you make your way down the stairs and get settled before the TV, starting your show back up. The blanket you cuddle under is soft, and the bowl is warm in your lap from the heated snacks it contains. You are still having trouble hearing the TV, but at least now it is not from the music upstairs but from the sound of your own chewing since it is loud enough to even block out the party. A few scenes later, the music suddenly gets louder as the door to the basement is opened. You look over your shoulder towards the staircase as you hear the door being closed again. It is almost a bit creepy, sitting there and waiting for whoever it is to reveal themselves, but you can hear their steps as they make their way down. A pair of worn-out sneakers is the first thing you see before ripped jeans, a black hoodie, and a familiar face of indifference. The one and only lil meow meow, dashing as ever. “Yoongi, are you still alive? Have the alcoholic zombies not puked on you yet?” you ask dramatically, faking surprise. The boy scoffs. He sits down on the couch next to you to rest his weary bones. The boy does nothing but sleep, so it is inevitable that his body is a bit frail. You sense something in his silence. “Were you just upstairs without pants on?” Yoongi asks with a stale expression. The thought is not surprising to him at all. “Is Jungkook a snitch?” you say back, wanting him to answer his own question. Yoongi smiles faintly. “You really don’t care what people think, huh?” he asks, yet he knows that you do not. You have too few boundaries to. “We both don’t,” you say, stuffing your mouth with popcorn. Yoongi agrees. “So, what are we watching?” he asks, leaning back and grabbing a handful from the bowl. The party upstairs carries on, but neither of you feels excluded. You would both just rather be here. Yoongi is close and you cannot resist the urge. You lean in and rest your head on his shoulder, knowing he will not mind. Yoongi might have a little frame and a sharp tongue at times, but he is the softest boy that has ever been. Your head fits perfectly into the crook of his neck, and it is your favorite place to be. He takes the bowl from you and places it on his own lap, knowing you will want to cuddle into him, but still keep the snacks close. You can finally put your arm around him and cuddle your whole frame against his. He might not say, but he likes the comfort just as much as you. However, you are still the only one allowed into his personal space like this. “You smell nice,” you say softly, and the salt on his tongue is outweighed by the sweetness of just one statement. With that, you still manage to surprise. “Thanks, I showered today,” Yoongi says. In fact, he showered for the party that he just skipped for you, but he does not mind. “Do you use Jungkook’s soap too?” you ask as you recognize the scent. It is the same as the one you have been stealing from. He shakes his head. “Nah,” Yoongi says. “I use Jin-hyung’s,” he adds, making you snort. The two of you really are alike.
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You hear someone yell from the other end of the house, and you almost drop your hairbrush from the shock. It sounded like one of the boys, but you cannot quite determine which one, despite having lived with them for a while now. To be honest, you are not even sure what all of their names are still. Not being able to put a face to the disturbing sound, and also having a curiosity that will never leave you alone, you decide to explore. You put down the hairbrush on the dresser and make your way towards the ruckus. “What’s going on?” you ask as you step inside the room. It is two of the boys, Taehyung and Seokjin. They both look over at you standing in the doorframe to the former’s room. Seokjin has a frown on his face and his hands on his waist, seeming frustrated for some reason. Taehyung has heard your question but decides to keep quiet. Maybe because he does not know what to say. “Tae has been cutting lectures for three days now,” Seokjin states firmly. The younger one sighs with a tight smile. As you come to think of it, you have been wondering about the noises, you have heard over the last few days, where you had feared that the house was haunted. Really, it was just Taehyung all along. Makes sense. “And now he has been called in for a chat with the dean,” Seokjin adds. He is clearly disappointed by his friend, which is really only a sign of his care and concern. “I don’t want to chat with him, he is mean. And what will we even talk about?” Taehyung says, looking at you. He does not hold fear in his eyes at all. Your mind takes a second to realize that the boy does not know what the talk with the dean will entail. He thinks that it is some sort of social call or something, which will really work against him if he goes there with ignorance. If you are called in, at least come prepared. You know that much from experience. “What if I come with you? I’ll help smooth it all out,” you offer. You have not done much outside the house, so maybe it will be good to get out a bit. Even if it means talking to Mr. Hayes about Taehyung’s undoubtedly laziness. Right now, you have no idea how to help, but you bet, it will come to you. Fingers crossed, though. “Really? Thanks, Y/N, that would be cool. Then it won’t be so awkward,” Taehyung says. Seokjin seems fine with the idea as well. Probably because he thinks that you will not be able to screw it up more than Taehyung would on his own. He really does not know you that well after all.
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It is weird to step back into the dean’s office after all those months away. It is almost a nostalgic memory, you think. Taehyung follows you inside, already passing the torch to you from the beginning. You did tell him to leave it to you and do very little of the talking. All those tv shows you have watched about law taught you to represent your client this way. Especially, when he is a little bit unforeseeable and very likely to mess up on his own if he is allowed to speak. “Please, take a seat,” Mr. Hayes says, gesturing to the chairs before his desk by which he places himself down as well. Both you and Taehyung do, sitting down across from the dean. “I called you in to talk about how you are doing,” Mr. Hayes begins. You let Taehyung answer this one, giving him a chance before jumping in and also giving yourself a better understanding of his thoughts on this meeting. As expected, he has not had many of those circling in his head. “Uh, I’m doing good. I do have a bit of a dry throat, though, I could use some water,” Taehyung answers, scratching at his jaw mindlessly. The dean does not seem that pleased with the boy’s response, having expected a more elaborate and sincere excuse. “Yes, but you haven’t been here for a few days, so could you maybe explain to me why that is?” he says, ignoring Taehyung’s request. Normally, you would find it a bit rude to not offer him something to drink, but knowing Taehyung, you can imagine why. The boy is a bit of a procrastinator. “Honestly, I just didn’t really feel li...,” Taehyung starts but you quickly interrupt him. “Tae, why don’t you go get some water for your throat? You sound a bit scratchy,” you say. The boy seems a bit surprised but discards it quickly as his mind is distracted by the thought of the refreshment. He nods as he rises from his seat, stepping out to get some water in the hall. The dean seems even further displeased. “Mr. Hayes, I apologize for Taehyung’s absence, yet with his condition, I am hoping that you will go easy on him this time. I will personally make sure that he gets back on track, if you do,” you say, letting the lie spill. It is easier for you than one might think. Not to brag, but you have experience in this area. “Condition?” the dean asks, focusing on the particular word that you hoped he would. “Yes, you see. Taehyung is a bit slow, so he needs a little help staying on course at times,” you add, further elaborating. You smile with your eyes, hoping to show candor despite your lack of it. Thinking back to the time where the boy went to his lectures for a week without his pants on, you have a good feeling about this. The dean will probably find the excuse likely in Taehyung’s case. “Oh, yes,” Mr. Hayes says as his frown lights up. “That does explain a lot,” he states. Taehyung comes back with a paper cup in his hand, sitting back down beside you, unknowing of what you have just said about him. The dean seems deep in thought. “I have decided to wait on taking action, but I will not be as understanding next time, so please do not give me reasons to call you in again,” Mr. Hayes says, cutting Taehyung some slack. The boy is surprised, and honestly, you are as well, but you are better at hiding it. Despite Taehyung, your surprise is not as easily read across your face. “Of course not, Mr. Hayes. Thank you,” you say, rising from your seat and shaking his hand. Taehyung does the same, and you quickly leave his office to avoid him changing his mind. “That went great,” the boy says when the door is closed. “Thanks, Y/N,” he adds and gives you a quick hug. You smile at him a bit strained. “Yeah, no problem,” you state back hesitantly, knowing you might have gotten him off the hook for now. However, it could cause a bit of trouble in the future, but you have a feeling that Taehyung will be able to pull it off, even without knowing what to portray as. Something makes you believe that it will come to him naturally.
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The whole house is quiet, and you try not to make a sound, carefully stepping on the floorboards to avoid them creaking. The boys held a secret meeting last week without you, voting on whether you should be allowed to go for night-snacking in the kitchen. Apparently, they think you are “an uncontrollable thief” and “eating them out of the house”, but the guys have to chill. It is mostly Jungkook’s words anyway, and you have already established dominance between the two of you. It is clearly you that wears the pants. Or doesn’t wear the pants? you are not sure if that saying fits as much as you would like, but the point stands. If your current ninja-like state says anything about the results of the boys’ sneaky voting, it mostly says that you respect them enough to do it without their knowledge. Compromise, one might call it. As stealthy as one can be in the late hour, walking around in the dark, you finally make your way to the fridge. Opening it up, the bright light gleams upon your face with a familiar coolness against your skin. Oh, how good it feels to be home, you think to yourself. You grab a chocolate pudding that Hoseok undoubtedly is planning to save for tomorrow, but being such a cutesy, bubbly, ray of sunlight that he is, you just cannot help yourself but steal from him. Yes, you are the devil, now move on kids. Grabbing a spoon, you let yourself dig into the chocolatey sweetness that never fails to please. It is better than se-- “Y/N?” a groggy voice asks innocently from behind you. Oh no. You slowly turn around, not even bothering to hide the stolen goods in your hands. Your eyes fall onto the sleepy figure in the doorway, covered in his blue and yellow pajamas. So soft and calm that he is, you almost wish you could order a pocket-size version of him online and carry him around with you. At first, you thought Jimin was a total fuck-boy, but with time he has shown his more innocent sides, and you truly adore him and his puffy cheeks. It might have something to do with his recent demeanor, seeming to have cut down on the sexual remarks. Why? You are not sure. “Timothy, why are you still up?” you ask, and the nickname that still causes confusion makes him pout. Yet he is too tired to correct you right now. “I can’t sleep,” he states with a sigh that lets his shoulders drop. He does not even have the energy to scold you for stealing Hoseok’s beloved pudding, but you do not think that Jimin has even had many objections about you. He is not as strict as some of the others have been. “Go upstairs and lay down, I’ll warm you some milk,” you say sweetly to the boy, who is clearly about to go out of his mind from tossing and turning. You see it in his reddened eyes. “Okay, thanks, Y/N,” he says back without objection, kind of liking the sound of your motherly approach. You finish the pudding before you are pouring a cup of milk and placing it in the microwave to heat it up. For this, you are not afraid to be a little noisy. The guys could never scold you for taking care of Park Jimin, the little mochi boy. You bring the heated milk with you upstairs, finding his room with ease after having spent so much time in the house by now. He is sitting up against the headboard of his bed, waiting for you underneath the soft cover of his duvet. “Here you go,” you say calmly as you hand him the cup. His hands feel the warmth through the porcelain, and he licks his plump lips before taking a sip. “Ah, that’s good,” he says, and a smile of contentment rests on his face. “I’m really glad you moved in with us,” Jimin then states, looking at you with eyes that only hold love for you now. Not a flirtatious or romantic kind of love, but a friendly kind of love as you hold for him. As you do all the boys. Except one that pulls a bit differently at your heartstrings, playing them as the sweetest melodic sound. You almost want to barf at the cheesiness, but it is true. Damn you, Min Yoongi. “I knew you’d be,” you say with a cockiness that entertains him, causing his grin. “The other guys are too, you know,” he adds to his statement, knowing that they might have been a little harsh on you while you have been living here. He wants to assure you that you are not bothering them as they might make it seem at times. All seven of them have grown protective over you, and the vibe of the group just would not be the same if you left. You nod at his words while your eyes drop to your hands. You are a strong person, who does not really take shit from anybody, but you have still come to care about them a lot. Honestly, you have been second guessing your place here in this house a little, so it feels good to hear it coming from him. “None of us wants you to go anywhere. Especially, Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin states as he drinks from his milk. Your eyes meet his, and he sees the slight surprise on your face. Or might he even say relief? “Yoongi-hyung likes you, you know that, right?” Jimin asks with a sly smile and gleaming eyes. It is as if he has been dying to tell you this for weeks. And really, he has. Ever since Yoongi asked Jimin to back off with the sexual innuendoes and confessed that he was catching feelings for you, Jimin has struggled to keep his tongue from spilling. But it has been weeks now, and if anything is going to happen, it needs to be soon. Neither Yoongi nor you seem to be making a legit move on the other, so you must be in need of a push. Jimin does not mind causing a little trouble for that. “He likes me?” you ask, failing to hold back your smile at the news. “A lot,” Jimin confirms, smiling right back at you. Between Yoongi and you, you are most likely to do something about it anyways, since the boy would rather accept your friendship as it is than risk losing you over a one-sided love. Little does he know that his love is returned. “I just thought, you should know,” Jimin says before placing the empty cup on the nightstand and scooting further down to lie on his back. You pull the covers up under his chin, tucking him in. “Thank you, Timothy,” you say genuinely, and it causes him to laugh. He still has no idea why you call him that, but he has actually grown fond of it. It is a part of you now. “You’re welcome, Y/N,” he says back.
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You have never felt so damn awkward in your entire life before. After Jimin told you about Yoongi’s feelings for you, you find yourself spiraling out of control every time that he is in the room. This morning, he asked you to pass the sugar, and you gave him the milk. Imagine the embarrassment. And afterward, he offered you the orange juice, which you of course accepted as the little ass-kisser that you suddenly are. But the truth is that you fucking hate orange juice. But guess who drank an entire glass anyway? Yup, that’s right. You. So much for being an independent woman. The worst part about today is that it is Sunday, which means that the boys will be home. Yoongi will be home all day. Luckily, he is the type to lock himself in his room as he works on different projects, but you still need something to distract your mind. So, in hopes of redirecting your stupid thoughts, you make yourself comfortable on the couch and find some fish-documentary on Netflix to watch. It starts off good since you have the living room to yourself, but suddenly, the 94s join you as they are drawn to the calm of the underwater theme. “Are there crabs in this one?” Namjoon asks as his eyes are glued to the screen of the TV. The boy has the weirdest obsession with crabs and has watched several of these episodes, but still cannot tell them apart. “Not in this one. I’ve watched this before,” Hoseok answers his friend. “I wrote Blue Side after this,” he adds, referring to the short but calming track he recently made. Namjoon nods at that. As if the TV is a porchlight, two other moths are drawn to the room. “What are you watching?” Taehyung asks at the sight of the blue waters. “Don’t you mean sea-ing?” Seokjin adds yet cannot hold back the burst of laughter that erupts from him. The dad-joke mostly entertains himself, but he seems to be fine with that. “It’s a fish-thing,” you state, and Taehyung nods understandingly, knowing exactly what you mean. For some reason. “Hey, I have a pair of pants like those,” Hoseok suddenly says, when his eyes land on Taehyung’s pants. Taehyung looks down to see which ones he is wearing today. After Seokjin finally gave up and washed his clothes, Taehyung has gotten all his pants back, so he does not really keep track anymore. Not that he ever really did, though, which is why he lost them all in the first place. “Ah, these? I bought these from Y/N a while back,” the younger one states, and the sound of your name catches your attention. You recognize the pants after a good glance and remember the day when you accidentally sold Taehyung a pair of pants. Correction - a pair of Hoseok’s pants, it was. “I’ve lost mine, I think,” Hoseok says back, and his brows furrow as he searches his mind for answers to his newfound questions. It has actually been a while since he saw them last. Or at least he thinks so, but really, Taehyung has been wearing them around the house for weeks. Fearing they will figure it out that you have been selling their stuff in secret, you decide to make a run for it. You do not actually run, though. That would look suspicious. “Umm… I think I’ll go paint my nails in Jungkook’s room,” you say as you rise up and rush out of the room, leaving the boys to themselves. They really have no idea what girls do, so they do not question your statement as they should.
After exiting the room, you practically run upstairs and knock at Jungkook’s door, which is actually a bit surprising. Usually, your approach would be to just burst inside without a care, but for some reason, you actually show a bit of respect. You must have gotten soft in your old age. “Yes?” Jungkook says through the door, and you open it up, entering his room. He is sitting by his desk, editing a video of his but turns to see you at his door. “What’s up?” he asks a bit strained when he notices that it is you. He seems to find it unexpected, and honestly, you cannot blame him for that. You are not exactly the most predictable type. “Not much,” you say casually, taking a seat on his bed. He turns further on his chair to keep his eyes on you at all times. You find it a bit awkward, so you look around his room, tapping your hands on your lap, but the boy keeps looking at you, watching you like a hawk. You meet his eyes again since he will not retract his gaze. It is as if he is expecting you to do something, and it irritates you. “Why are you looking at me like that!?” you spit in frustration, not liking his suspicion of you. The boy raises his brows and throws around his hands in defense. “What do you want!?” he says back with a slightly raised voice. Neither of you is hostile, yet you just simply are not used to hanging out like this, and it is weird. “I just want to spend time with you!” you shout at him, widening your eyes. “Okay!” he shouts back, and as the bickering halts for a moment, you both realize how loud you just were for no reason at all. “So…,” he then says, returning his vocal to its normal volume. “You want to… play a game or something?” Jungkook asks a bit awkwardly since he has no idea about what you want from him right now. At least he is trying, though. You consider the idea, humming a bit to yourself, and Jungkook takes it as a good sign. “Nah,” you then state unbothered, and Jungkook shakes his head in disbelief. “You are unbelievable,” he chuckles as he spins back around on his chair, returning to his video and giving up on you. Okay, you might not have actually wanted to spend time with him. You really just came here as an escape, and you think that he just busted you in that. Oh, well, you think to yourself, not taking it to heart. According to Jimin, Jungkook likes you anyway, so why not just be yourself. You try to make yourself busy, humming a melody and tapping on your knees. Honestly, you are already bored out of your mind, and Jungkook finds the noises disturbing. “Y/N,” he says as he turns back around once again, not being able to ignore your boredom. “Why don’t you just go to Yoongi’s room and hang out with him instead? You guys have more in common,” Jungkook suggests, knowing that it is what you truly want. You are just being a pussy right now, and Jungkook knows why. Jimin told him about the night that you talked, and he has noticed how your mood has changed after that. “He likes you, so just go to him,” the boy says, and you find yourself agreeing with him. It is stupid that you are avoiding him when you are just nervous. But to your defense, you do not get nervous that often, so it is a strange feeling to you. You do not like it, but honestly, you like Yoongi more, so you just have to kick yourself in the butt and get in there already. “Fine,” you sigh in defeat, acting as if it is not exactly what you wanted him to say, though it is. However, Jungkook does not need to know that. “Good,” Jungkook says, turning back and returning to his computer. You take it as your cue to leave, so you rise up and walk back out into the hallway. You make your way to Yoongi’s room and decides to ignore the nerves that prickle under your skin. Fuck it, you think to yourself. You open the door and step inside.
You do not know why it surprises you since it really should not at this time, but Yoongi is napping in his bed. It is a singular one, standing next to his desk against the left wall of the room. He lies beneath the covers, snoozing away at noon. Of course, the boy could not stay awake for more than a couple of hours before his bed called on him to return. You close the door silently as you look around the room, and it is just as it was the first day, you were here. It brings back memories. To be fair, you were a bit intoxicated at the time so the memories might be more a feeling than literal mental pictures, but you recognize the room. Not from all the other times that you have gone in to borrow something since you never really took time to study your surroundings then. You recognize it from when you first stumbled in and made yourself comfortable on his floor after stealing his pillow from under his head. You recognize the picture on the nightstand that you thought was of him and his boyfriend, but you found out later that it is his brother on there. His older brother that he loves, even if his words have not told you directly. You just know that he does. Looking at his sleeping figure, you notice his fluffy kitten-like cheeks, and it takes everything to not draw whiskers on there with a marker. He could look cute, though, embracing his true feline nature, you think. You sigh as you try to think of what to do. You are not ready to go downstairs again yet, and you also feel determined to finally get everything out in the open with Yoongi. If you leave now, you might not ever do it. Or you will probably trip yourself sometime in the future anyway, but it could take weeks. Now is the time. Deciding to wait for him to wake up, you sit yourself down on the chair by his desk. The black chair that spins. You should have known yourself better, but no. It does not take long before your bored mind finds fun in spinning around, and the chair creaks. A lot, which causes Yoongi to wake up. He grunts tiredly as he blinks his eyes open from sleep. You are too entertained with yourself to notice. Yoongi notices you, though, and looks over at you with furrowed brows. “What are you doing?” he asks gruffly. It makes you halt in your spinning movements, meeting his eyes with your widened ones. Busted. You look around the room again, but this time as a way to reel in answers that do not present themselves to you. “Uh,” you exhale. “Waiting for you, my friend,” you state, chuckling awkwardly. You scold yourself mentally for giving in to your nervous heart. However, Yoongi barely notices. He sits up and leans back against the pillows. “Why?” he asks calmly without judgment. He knows you by now. You surprise him still, but it is not that surprising that you do. He is used to your weird acts, so he does not question you anymore. “I want to do something with you,” you say, hoping to ease into it. Yoongi nods. “Can we sleep?” he suggests as he lies back down. “You just slept,” you laugh, finding it hilarious. “You just woke me up, I’m not done sleeping,” Yoongi states back as he adjusts his duvet. You guess, he might have a point there. “Well, sure,” you give in. You lean back against the backrest of the chair, tapping at your thighs again, not knowing what to do. “Are you coming then?” Yoongi asks, making you look over at him. He has scooted in against the wall, making room for you next to him. He holds up the covers, waiting for you to join. You nod at that and make your way towards him, climbing in beneath his duvet. He is close now, and you feel him against you as your frame fits with his. He puts his arm around your waist, pulling you in so close that you feel his breath against your skin. He is big-spooning you, so you do not notice the hint of a smile on his lips at the feeling of you beside him. There is an elephant in the room, and both of you know that. It is just a matter of time before one of you says something. “Yoongi?” you say softly, making him hum back in return. “Do you mind if I take off my pants?” you ask, and it makes him laugh. It is not what he was expecting you to say. “No, I don’t mind,” he says while grinning at your bluntness. You start struggling with your jeans, and it reminds him of your first night here, where you did exactly the same. After finally pulling them off, you decide to turn around and face him instead. He meets your eyes, and it is comfortable to lie beside each other like this. The softest boy alive and he is staring right back at you. It feels good. “Better?” he asks, and you smile. “Yes, much better,” you say and cuddle against him. He embraces you in his warmth, enjoying your closeness. You want to tell him, and you have no idea what is holding you back. Yoongi does not know what is going through your mind, so he simply closes his eyes to go back to sleep. You sigh at that, feeling frustrated that your words are failing you. You usually find it so easy to talk to him, but you guess, it is the pressure of what you are trying to say that holds you back. It feels out of character for you, and honestly, it is. But maybe you are going at it the wrong way, and it should not be the words that prove you. Maybe it should be your actions instead. Before you know it, you are leaning in and placing a quick kiss on his lips that catch both of you by surprise. Yoongi’s eyes open, and he watches you as his mind registers your lingering touch. You say nothing. You just watch him as the look in his eyes change. You see them fill up with pure adoration for you right before he decides to return the kiss. Leaning in above you, he cups your jaw before placing his lips firmly atop of yours. He towers above you, turning you on your back beneath him as he displays his love with his touch. You wrap your legs around his waist to embrace him. For a moment, he retracts and allows your breath to return, studying your face and meeting your eyes. “Are you okay with this?” he asks, and you do not hesitate before nodding in consent. “I’m very okay with this,” you smile, and he mirrors your expression before your grinning lips meet again. Actions really do speak louder than words.
You wake up feeling someone's arms wrapped around your waist. Knowing it's your boyfriend Yoongi's, you turn around to face him.
You could hear the small snores escaping his slightly opened mouth. You watch him sleep, stroking his fluffy hair, soon deciding to wake him up.
You kiss his nose, then his right cheek. You move to his left cheek, his forehead then started to kiss anywhere else on his face possible, trying to wake up the practically dead body next to you.
As you went in to give him another kiss, he leaned in and kissed your lips, catching you by surprise.
"Morning babe." He spoke in his morning voice. His morning voice kind of turned you on, how it was so deep and growly.
"Morning." You hugged him, snuggling into his chest, burying your head in his neck.
He kissed the top of your head,
"We need to get up, you have to go to the studio, and today is the day I'm coming in." You say excitedly.
"5 more minutes." Yoongi begged, squeezing your body closer to him,
"No, because 5 more minutes to you is like 5 more years, I learned that the hard way." You mumbled the last part, although he still heard it.
Chuckling he pulled away from you, he kissed your lips again before ripping the covers off of himself, causing a draft to surround your body for 0.2 seconds before disappearing as though it was never there.
You looked up to see Yoongi in nothing but his grey Calvin Klein boxers, gasping you look back down and cover your head with the duvet.
You could hear his laugh and pictured his gummy smile. Before you had time to react, the duvet was pulled from over your head,
"Is something wrong love?" He asked, still only in his underwear.
"E-erm-er-um are you gonna change?" You ask, trying so hard not to stare at his body.
"It's ok to look you know, we are dating." He says, grabbing your face in his hands, forcing you to look at his face.
"I-I-" You struggle to speak as your face flushes red, causing Yoongi to chuckle, you had already lost count of how many times he had chuckled this morning.
"Let's get ready to the day ahead." He pecks your forehead before letting you go, walking towards his wardrobe.
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Once you were both changed you both went downstairs to get something to eat.
"What would you like?" You ask your boyfriend whilst waltzing into the kitchen, towards the fridge to have a look for a nice breakfast.
"Pancakes." The man answered in aegyo. It made your heart pound and caused your cheeks to turn red.
"Coming right up." You giggle, bending down to open the fridge and get the ingredients out that you needed. You could practically feel Yoongi's smirk as he eyed you from the back, checking out your butt.
He came up behind you and smacked your bum, causing you to yelp and jump up in fright. You turned to face him as he grabbed your bum. He smiled innocently at you, then pouted his lips, wanting you to kiss him. Rolling your eyes, you gave him a kiss, yet you pulled away almost instantly. You smiled cheekily.
Yoongi frowned, "I'm hungry, we can kiss later." You laugh, then your belly rumbled, "Point proven." You say, turning around again to collect the ingredients you almost had before the previous events.
Hearing his deep voice mutter under his breath, you turn back around with all of the ingredients in your hand. "What did you say?" You ask him, genuinely curious.
"Oh, nothing." He smiled at you and winked, knowing him it was probably something dirty. Rolling your eyes, you walked over towards the oven, placing the ingredients around the hob. You got out a frying pan, bowl, and whisk.
You started to empty the ingredients into the bowl when you felt his arms wrap around your waist. "Yoongi, if you keep stopping me, we'll be late!" You complain. He rested his head on your shoulder completely ignoring your comment.
You had everything in the bowl just as you felt Yoongi's arm extend to grab what was left of the ingredients, he grabbed the flour and backed away from you as quick as possible before throwing some of the flour at you and running to the other side of the kitchen.
You stood there, shocked, wiping some of the flour away from your eyes. You grabbed an egg, before Yoongi could notice, and turned to face him quickly, one hand behind your back.
You started walking towards him, him backing up, getting quite suspicious. You made it look as though you were going in for a hug, and then cracked the egg on top of his head.
"This is the moment that I call you an egghead." You whispered into his ear and giggled, running away.
Yoongi ran back to the ingredients, grabbing whatever he could and started chasing you.
You ran into the kitchen, grabbing your fair share of the food and what was once pancakes was now a food fight.
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Chuckling, Yoongi cracked the last egg over your head.
"Guess this is the time when I call you the egghead." He whispers in your ear just how you did earlier.
You shoved him, causing him to fall back, but he had a tight grip on your waist so you fell on top of him.
"I love you Y/N." He says, kissing your lips.
"I love you more Yoongi." You reply, kissing him in return.
"Not possible." He says, kissing all over your face just how you did to wake him up.
"This is sweet and all, but I think we need to shower." You giggle. Causing Yoongi to chuckle,
"Together?"
You turned bright red and slapped his chest, but not hard.
"Um-er-I-I-we-" He kissed you to shut you up.
"Let's go." He smirked, picking you up bridal style, walking to the bathroom.
Author’s Note: Okay so first of all I’m so sorry this took so long. We were so busy with finals and just never got around to writing :/
Disclaimer: I didn’t know if you wanted an imagine or like what Eggy does with the medical bts or bts as boyfriends so...I’m sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind. -Reggie
Request: “Can I have a request on how Yoongi would be as a Daddy?”
Yoongi slammed the door shut behind him and pushed you against the kitchen counter lifting you up to sit on the edge with your legs wrapped around his waist.
“You think you can get away with teasing me at dinner? Hmmm kitten?” he whispered into your ear. You shivered at his words and goosebumps tingled up your lower back as he made his way down to your neck. You had gone out with Yoongi and the boys and managed to tease Yoongi under the table without anyone knowing. You could see his eyes light up at the sudden surprise of your hand unzipping his pants and sliding under his waistband. You knew that if you misbehaved there would be consequences but you were too far in to stop.
“Yoongi?” you muttered under your breath wanting to take this into the bedroom. He stopped and he gazed down at your glassy eyes. His eyes were narrow and full of lust. As if any minute he would snap and take you right then and there. Without any warning, Yoongi scooped you up and flung you over his shoulder and walked to the bedroom.
He pinned you down on the bed crashing his lips to yours, and once again you moaned his name.
“What did you just call me kitten?” He questioned. He slid his hand up to your neck and tightened his grip on your throat.
“I’m sorry, Daddy” you moaned.
“That’s what I thought, now on your knees.” Yoongi backed off of the bed and stood before you. You crawled onto your knees and positioned yourself so you were facing him. Your eyes glanced up and he smirked at you dragging his thumb across your bottom lip slowly tugging it down.
“Such a pretty mouth on my slut.” You shivered at the name. You loved it when he called you his. He ordered you to open so you did letting enter your mouth. And you took all of him in, the feeling of his length sliding into the back of your throat caused you to moan. He smiled at the sound of you taking him, and he slowly but forcefully grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling you farther along. You began taking him again and setting a steady pace as he pulled you along with his hands. You could feel him twitch when you choked for the first time. You twirled your tongue around his head and he quivered, quickly pulling your head off of his cock.
“Fuck, my cock-slut is so good at her job.” he moaned, pushing you back down on the bed so you were laying on your back.
“Anything for you Daddy.” you teased puckering your lips. He leaned over and jammed his tongue down your throat tasting himself from earlier. He grabbed your breasts and teased you, brushing his thumb over your nipples. He made his way down to your chest and left dark bruises, sucking as hard as he could.
“You need to know who you belong to.” You shivered at his words and he started kissing you lower and lower making his way down to your hips. You bucked up when his breath hitched over your clit. He began teasing you. He finally pulled your skirt up all the way and thumbed your clit over your panties.
“Off.” he ordered and your hands flew to your skirt and panties flinging them off and throwing them to the other side of the room.
“Fuck, I want you so bad Daddy.” you whined and instantly, Yoongi pushed inside of you, filling your walls with his length. You moaned into the crook of his neck and he began pushing himself farther until you couldn’t take him anymore.
“You like it when Daddy fucks you slut?” you nodded your head up and down and he smirked again causing you to buck your hips up again. Yoongi slowed down his pace and fucked you slow and sloppy. He was close and he wanted to drag this out as long as he could.
“Daddy, please let me cum, I know you’re close too.” Within seconds, Yoongi went full throttle, pounding into you as hard as his could, the sound of your bodies clapping together filled the bedroom, and as you reached your climax you felt him twitch inside you as you rode out your finish. He folded over on top of you, a sweaty mess. He was still inside you while you both laid in the bed for a few minutes.
“You’re such a good slut for Daddy.” He whispered into your chest. You nodded your head and twirled his hair through your fingers. Yoongi pulled out and cleaned the both of you up. He crawled back into the bed and you curled up next to him. Before you fell asleep you heard him faintly whisper.
