My First Love Story

home | ask | masterlist

[yoongis-tangerines]

little update

i updated the masterlist bc i thought the banners were ugly. if u still think they're unsightly, plz feel free to comment or hop into my asks or DMs to tell me so! and also feel free to send me reference pics of what you think it should look like :)

also this account is a live, just a LOT of behind the scenes work goin on

[yoongis-tangerines]

hello all, i know this account is very quiet but i still plan to do stuff with the OST series, it is not abandoned! i've just been busy with my other account, @host-club-hq where i write for Ouran Host Club because i have more followers and more requests and series to keep up with over there. this account is active! i am not dead :) i just find it harder to be integrated into the bts writing community than others.

[crystallizedtwilight]

These are just my opinions and some artists may not be discouraged by these things, but I’ve been artist on this site for over 10 years and felt some of these things were at least worth mentioning. Thanks for your kindness everyone!

[yin-390]

[crystallizedtwilight]

Reblogging for this addition! Yes, please don’t write things like “I hate this character but the art is good,” “Can’t stand the show but nice work,” “This game is awful but cool drawing,” I’ve been seeing more and more of this lately. No artist likes to see this.

[yoongis-tangerines]

THE ORIGINAL SOUNDTRACK SERIES [OT7]

the series in which each bts member’s story unfolds according to their original soundtrack...

each member’s one-shot is inspired by their bts world original soundtrack and is based on the story i believe it is telling

CAKE WALTZ [PARK JIMIN]

↳ jimin is the prince of your land and you're a mere commoner of your land... but a ball hosted for all of the common folk and prestigious royalty alike changes everything. this will be no cake walk. or, you should say, cake waltz. (royalty!au)

COMING SOON...

SHINE [MIN YOONGI]

↳ yoongi's friends are all convinced that, to fix his attitude, he desperately needs a date. you're not at all what he expected... you make his world shine. (date gone right!au)

COMING SOON...

NOT ALONE [JEON JUNGKOOK]

↳ university can be an awfully lonely time, especially if your major doesn't happen to align with anyone else you know. but... when you meet the naive student, jungkook, you're not alone. (university!au)

COMING SOON...

WISH [KIM SEOKJIN]

↳ marriage was a breeze, but what comes after that proves to be a challenge. your constant attempts to have a baby have left you with nothing but despair... but apparently, you need glasses. your wish has come true... (domestic!au, marriage!au)

COMING SOON...

FLYING [KIM TAEHYUNG]

↳ you're a fae, but you were born with wings that weren't quite functional. you and taehyung are childhood friends, and with a little bit of encouragement from him, you take the healers up on their offer... with him, you're flying. (fae!au)

COMING SOON...

CAPTAIN [KIM NAMJOON]

↳ you've always felt conflicted as a siren. kill sailors, lure them into your grasp with your song, yadda, yadda, yadda... and you're almost tempted by one sailor in particular... aye, aye, captain. (pirate!au, mermaid! au)

COMING SOON...

FRIENDS [JUNG HOSEOK]

↳ after a lonely, lonely few weeks in your apartment without your longterm ex-boyfriend, you're looking for companionship. it so happens that a puppy isn't the only one who takes a liking to you at the pet store... you've made some new friends. (pet store employee!au)

COMING SOON...

[yoongis-tangerines]

I just want to say you put your whole foot into this request and I just want to thank you!

“hey I love your fics! can you do something where the reader is a badass like sasaengs are scared of her and the member boasts about her to others? thank you💜💜 Have a nice day!” <- this request right here!!??

aw you're very welcome, i had fun writing it 💜💜

(also don't mind me casually being active again)

[yoongis-tangerines]

Hello there, Yoongi's friends! Do you guys tag along with Yoongi when he comes to Y/N?

"yeah, *snorts* when he tells us he's going."

"that's because you flirt with her too much, jin-hyung."

"well, excuse me for being nice."

"comparing her to a summer's day is a little more than nice-"

talk to my characters!

[yoongis-tangerines]

hello beach boy yoongi! so is y/n officially your mermaid girlfriend now?

"ooh, 'beach boy yoongi', i like that."

"you didn't answer the question, yoobi."

"well, i feel like this isn't the best way to ask-"

"so you plan to ask?"

"i-"

talk to my characters!

[yoongis-tangerines]

hii mermaid y/n !! do your parents know about that sweet human boy yoongi?

"..."

"yeah, y/n, do they know about the sweet, human boy?"

"... they love you?"

"right. cause they totally know about me."

"yeah. right."

"right."

talk to my characters!

[yoongis-tangerines]

hii mermaid y/n !! do your parents know about that sweet human boy yoongi?

"..."

"yeah, y/n, do they know about the sweet, human boy?"

"... they love you?"

"right. cause they totally know about me."

"yeah. right."

"right."

talk to my characters!

[yoongis-tangerines]

human!yoongi x mermaid!y/n

➼ pairing: human!yoongi x mermaid!reader

➼ genre: fluff, 

➼ summary: when yoongi stumbles across a mermaid, treasures found under the sea don’t really feel like junk anymore... not coming from you, at least

➼ word count: 6k 

➼ what to expect: “look! he gave me a shiny.”

➼ totally willing to write more parts to this, just lemme know if that’s something you guys would want

➼ BAHAHAHA THIS GIF IS PERFECT-

yoongi is not excited to be here

his friends have dragged him out of the comfortable confines of his home to the beach

unfortunately for him, all of his friends are outdoor, social people

taehyung, especially, who orchestrated this operation to get yoongi away from his music and into the sunlight

for once

he desperately needs to see the sun

sometimes, yoongi wonders why he lives so close to a beach when he won't even take advantage of it

"... no one would believe you're 28 right now."

yoongi stands, bored, with a towel in his left hand and his laptop in his right, an excessive amount of sunscreen smothered wherever his skin is showing, a hawaiian button down shirt adorning his torso, buttoned all the way up, with colorful shorts and a bulky pair of sandals

not to mention the circle sunglasses

"what's that supposed to mean?" yoongi pulls down his sunglasses at jimin, his and taehyung's mutual friend, who shrugs innocently

"you look more like 82." jimin giggles

yoongi rolls his eyes

"i'm not dressing to impress anyone, i'm here to get this over with." yoongi grumbles as he spreads his towel over the sand, propping up one of the folding chairs the group had brought with them

to be specific, there are seven of them

some of them taehyung and yoongi knew from university, some were mutual friends with jimin and on from there

there's seokjin, both taehyung and yoongi's senior in university

then hoseok, a happy-go-lucky classmate of jimin's

namjoon, one of yoongi's childhood friends

and jungkook, who was a freshman when jimin and taehyung decided he would be their freshman, to tease and to nurture with the group

yoongi sighs as jungkook props open the umbrella behind him and sticks it into the sand, twisting it deeper

"i thought you'd rather have shade if you were going to sit here." jungkook smiles brightly as yoongi turns to face him

"thanks, kook." yoongi raises a can of soda from the cooler in a thankful motion as jungkook nods

"wanna join us, hyung?" hoseok tosses a beach ball once and catches it, motioning it toward yoongi

"i'm good." yoongi groans as he props open his laptop, quickly typing his password

hoseok sighs but shrugs, tossing the ball to jimin

"we'll be in the water if you need us!" taehyung steals the ball from jimin and dashes away quickly

"hey!" jimin takes off after taehyung and the group follows in suit

well, except namjoon

namjoon stays behind with a novel and a smile

"mind if i keep you company?" namjoon gestures to the spot on the towel beside yoongi's chair and yoongi nods

"sure. but, i would have thought you wanted to play, considering you've been working out." yoongi teases, pulling his sunglasses down his nose with a smirk

namjoon's cheeks turn pink and he rubs unconsciously at his massive arms

namjoon has always been easy to tease, although he doesn't mind much

"i haven't had much time to read my novel, thought i would get a few chapters in." namjoon shakes his novel and squats down beside yoongi

after a long moment, yoongi realize that nothing is connecting

... he should have accounted for the fact that the beach doesn't have wifi

he groans and slams his laptop shut, startling namjoon

"hyung?"

"no internet." yoongi places his laptop on the towel next to him and crosses his arms stubbornly

"maybe you should do something that doesn't include technology?" namjoon suggests with a knowing smile

yoongi scowls and stands from his chair

"fine. i'm going for a walk." he grumbles as he puts his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose

namjoon shrugs, "okay, have fun." he waves him off absentmindedly and continues on with his book

yoongi wanders, barefoot, to the shore and lets the diminishing waves brush against his feet

he wanders farther, drifting from the noise of his friends and others, carefully placing his feet in front of each other

he shoves his hands in his pockets and focuses on how the wave drifts up the sand and erases the footprints laid out before him by people walking in front of him

he doesn't know how long he walks or how far he goes until he comes to a rock formation, that seems to separate the beach into two

one side, the side he came from, seems alive with noise and moving people, colors everywhere and nothing is still

on the side he's about to cross over, it seems motionless

there's no one there, as if there's an unspoken rule that if you're going to the beach, you stay on the other side

there's no noise apart from the crashing waves and the occasional seagull

yoongi smiles widely

he found his spot

if only he'd brought his belongings with him, this would be the perfect spot to bring a notepad and steal some inspiration from the atmosphere

he takes one last look at the beach behind him before continuing on into the quietness of the other side

it seems surreal, like he's just stepped into a parallel universe

he steps up onto a sturdy rock jetting out from the bigger formation, hoisting himself onto the smoother, less slippery surface

he walks carefully, watching as the waves crashes against the rock and falls back into the ocean with a splash, disappearing until the next wave comes behind

yoongi lowers himself to sit with his legs dangling off the side

he takes a deep breath in, breathing in the salty sea air, and heaves the air out of his lungs, feeling at peace

maybe coming to the beach wasn't such a bad idea

he closes his eyes and lets the sun bathe his skin, falling victim to drowsiness as the warmth envelops his body, paired with the gentle coolness of a breeze

before he drifts off, there's a splash

not like the splash of a wave against the shore or the rocks, no

something made that splash

something alive

there's an odd stillness before yoongi cracks open one eye, trying to decipher whether or not his mind was playing tricks on him

when it doesn't happen again, yoongi begins to let his eyes shut again, when-

splash

it's gentler this time, more like the movement of water, but it's closer

yoongi cautiously moves his head to survey around him, finding nothing out of the ordinary

he hears it again, and this time rises from his seated position, determined

he tip-toes around the large, jagged wall of rocks, and peaks behind it, finding...

what he can only describe as someone spying on him

you squeak and move behind a rock, trying to hide yourself

you'd been scouting the area for treasures when you'd noticed him, pale and lanky, but most importantly, with two sticks instead of a tail

fasCinating

yoongi can still see your hands perched upon the rock you've been resting against, rolling his eyes

"i can see you, you're not slick." yoongi comes into full view with one hand on his hip

you groan and pop up into view to apologize

"sorry! i don't mean to stare, i just don't see a lot of creatures like you around." you grin sheepishly

yoongi raises an eyebrow

was... that supposed to be offensive?

he shrugs it off

"i thought everyone was on that side." yoongi points to the other side of the beach

turns out his paradise wasn't so tranquil after all

"oh, no! there are way too many people over there." you peek anxiously at the people on the other side of the beach, feeling your chest tighten with uneasiness

"yeah, that's why i'm over here. not a fan of crowds?" yoongi supposes he can deal with talking to one person for a little while

plus, you're pretty cute for a stalker-

you turn back to him, finding him seated near you and your adrenalin picks up

he hasn't been driven away by what you are, he must be one of the good ones

you had only heard of them in stories

(truthfully, yoongi hadn't even thought of glancing past your upper body)

"no, not at all. people don't like me very much." you rest your head on the rock with a pout

yoongi chuckles, "that can't be entirely true, you know."

you shrug

"how'd you end up in this spot." yoongi tries to make small talk, chewing on his lip and watching the horizon from a distance

"oh, i was looking for treasures and they led me here. i saw you when i was searching." you present him with your bag of treasures, lumpy with your findings

"wow- where did you find all of that?" yoongi notices that the beach is barren- no shiny treasures like the ones in your bag

"behind coral, in the sand, buried in seaweed, you know." you shrug, looking through your treasure bag

"do you scuba dive?" he's thoroughly confused now- you're not even wearing gear

"scu-... scrubra dive?" you repeat the word unsteadily, tilting your head

"how do you find things like that?" yoongi peers closer at your treasures, soaking and filled with rust

how did you get those?

"it's not hard, as long as the tide is high and the currents aren't strong. they're just lying there at the bottom." you grin

he seems silly, you like him

"how do you stay under that long without air?" yoongi moves closer, his eyebrows furrowed in thorough confusion

"air? silly, i don't need air. but can you imagine, not being able to breathe underwater? wow." you scoff

yoongi stills a moment

you don't breathe air?

how can you not-

oh

,,,.....,

oh

"what are you?" it comes out more bluntly than he intended it to

your face falls, "what do you mean?"

for the first time, the water stills around both of you, the beautiful clear water allowing everything to show through

he realizes that you're not just an avid swimmer

you have a tail, not legs

he rubs his eyes and glances again, but your richly colored, glimmering tail still shines brightly against the sunlight through the water

"wha-" yoongi babbles, causing your heart to sink

"wait, wait, wait! you're a mermaid?" yoongi's mouth hangs open

you nod

"i thought you knew." you tilt your head

"i'm dreaming, i'm sooooo dreaming." yoongi looks around for any other sign that this might not be real

"you are? ooh! am i dreaming too? are we in a dream together?" your eyes are wide with wonder as you watch yoongi stagger around, baffled

"mermaids aren't real." yoongi repeats, shaking his head

"of course they are, i'm right in front of you." you wave your hand near his face

yoongi settles back down with a deep breath, "how..,,. how are you-? how,,., did this happen?" yoongi pushes his hair back and exhales deeply, staring unabashedly at your gently moving tail

"how did... i happen? well, my mom and my dad lo-"

"no! no, no, no,,.,. not what i meant." yoongi chuckles as he hurries to stop you

you close your mouth and wait for him to say something else

"i.,,... don't know what i meant. this is just..,.."

"do you wanna touch it?" you interject, propping yourself up on your elbows and leaning in closer to him

"touch it? what, your tail?" yoongi chokes on a breath

you nod, swinging your tail up onto the rock and gesturing to it with the jerk of your head

yoongi is hesitant, still processing all of this in his mind

after a moment of silence, nothing but a beat, yoongi reaches towards your tail, his eyes squinted shut and his head turned away

under his fingertips, he feels something smooth, moist, scaly?

he opens his eyes and they land on his hand, softly stroking over your tail, now in awe

"i try to moisturize every day, but, you know." you shrug, lip caught between your teeth excitedly as you watch him get lost in wonder over your tail

yoongi retracts his hands and unconsciously rubs his hands together awkwardly, "well, um-"

"wait! before you go, i have something for you!" you squeal and duck under the water

yoongi leans over and watches the glimmer of your tail against the sunlight slowly disappear the deeper you get

he starts to panic when he realizes you've been gone way too long to be able to hold your breath-

oh, right- duh

you pop back up to the surface and startle him slightly

"here! you remind me of this shell, so i thought you should have it." you place the shell before him on the rock

yoongi peers at it a moment before taking it, observing the markings

it's a little jagged, but it's beautiful nonetheless, just a little beat up

he almost laughs, but he gets the feeling that it wouldn’t be received well by you if he laughed at your gift

it’s almost like a little peace offering

“it’s beautiful.” yoongi turns it over in his hands in wonder

“yeah, just like you!” 

yoongi’s cheek flush a pretty pink and he stammers over his words, “i- uh, well-”

“yoongi-hyung!” he nearly jumps three feet in the air when someone from the group calls his name. you seem to be startled, too, crouching further behind your rock

“i guess i gotta go-” when he turns back, you’re already gone, the only traces left by your are the small movements of water 

“oh.” yoongi frowns as namjoon comes jogging around the corner

“yoongi-hyung, there you are. who are you talking to?” namjoon peeks around a rock to find nothing

“myself. yup, myself.” yoongi cringes at how fast his response is

“okay... well, the group was wondering where you were, so...” namjoon jabs his finger in the direction of the other boys

“yeah, yeah, i was here.” yoongi hoists himself up from the ground and moves to head back when-

“cool shell, hyung. where’d you find it?” 

he freezes, probably longer than acceptable, “um... over there.” yoongi points off in a vague direction and once namjoon is looking that way, he diPs

he’ll come back tomorrow... just to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating ofc

    ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡    

it becomes an almost daily routine

yoongi would usually find a way to sneak away from everyone and head down to the spot on the beach

everyday, you resurface with a new treasure for him

maybe it’s something you’ve had for a while, maybe it’s something you’ve just found, there’s no telling

but this time, he doesn’t get away so easily

“hyung! where are you going?” jungkook calls as he watches yoongi try to quietly tip toe away from the group

yoongi cringes

“um... the beach?” that shouldn’t have been a question

“oh... okay, i thought you didn’t like the beach?” jungkook tilts his head innocently

“i like the... sand.” yoongi tries

it’s getting worse

“um... okay, go enjoy your... sand.” jungkook shrugs as he turns back to the group

yoongi sighs and dashes off so that no one can ask anymore questions. 

it’s a bit later at night, as his visits so often tend to be, because you’re not very comfortable seeing him in the daylight when other people can see you

for some reason, you trust this human

at some point in the midst of your secret little rendezvous, yoongi had finally told you his name in exchange for yours

you have a very mermaid-y name

you really like his name but you had trouble pronouncing it the first few times you called him by it

yoonie

yoobi

yoonji-

finally, he realized you might be messing with him

right now, you call him yoonie. he thinks it’s your favorite

“hi, yoonie!” you seem to be waiting for him with the eccentric wave of your arm in greeting

“hi, y/n.” he greets fondly upon arriving at your shared rock

“i have something for you today!” you plop a slightly damp bag onto the rock and start digging through it

“don’t you always?” he grins

“it’s squishy and it makes noise and it’s super cute! i thought maybe you might know what it is.” you slam a rubber duck on the rock with a pathetic, distorted squeak

yoongi gawks at the treasure, “how on earth did a rubber duck end up on the floor of the ocean?” he takes it in his hand to inspect it

“what is it for?” you subconsciously squeeze it, resulting in high-pitched squeaking as you wait for yoongi’s explanation

“ah well, humans, um... bathe... with it?” 

“what is a bathe?” 

yoongi snorts at the innocent tilt of your head, “well, a bath is when a human washes themselves with water. you know, to stay clean.” 

“oh! how do you wash yourself with this?” you rub the duck up and down your forearm, expecting it to leave a clean wake

“uh, well, you don’t really... it’s kind of just a toy.” yoongi chuckles fondly as he watches you with the duck

“mm. interesting. well, i wanted you to have it. it keeps trying to go back up to the surface and it’s really difficult to keep down here so, here!” you gently place the duck in his hands

“that would be because it’s filled with air.” yoongi squeaks the duck once

“ah, air. i will never understand why you humans stay so dry.” you shake your head with mock disapproval

yoongi sighs, “i actually have something for you today.” yoongi digs through his pockets

“oooh.” you marvel at the circle of metal in his hand

you carefully pick it up, inspecting it with a thoughtful expression

“... what is it?” 

“oh- right, sorry. it’s a ring. you wear it on your finger.” yoongi demonstrates, gently taking the ring and sliding it on to the most fitting finger

“oh! it’s beautiful! shiny.” you flourish your now decorated finger with flare

“i thought it was only fair, since you bring me stuff.” yoongi scratches the back of his neck awkwardly

at least you aren’t aware of the social implications of giving someone a ring

“thank you, yoobi.” you giggle, playing with your new piece of jewelry

so we’re onto yoobi, now

nice

    ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡    

“yoongi-ah! are you joining us for the beach today?” 

“yup!” yoongi hops off the couch nearly before jin finishes his sentence

“uh...” seokjin’s eyes follow yoongi as he dashes out to the car and is the first one to get strapped in

“alright, then.”

arriving at the beach, the youngest group members and hoseok take off with boogie-boards and jump straight into the waves without a care in the world

namjoon, of course, settles under the umbrella with his novel and seokjin settles in next to him for a cat nap

“i’m gonna... take a walk.” yoongi mutters under his breath, hoping no one would have heard him to know which direction he’s going

“i might join you later.”

yoongi freezes at namjoon’s voice and turns to meet his questioning eyes

“you really don’t have to do that...” he sighs, avoiding eye contact

“nonsense. i’ll join you later, you go ahead.” he waves yoongi off

hopefully namjoon won’t be able to find him

he carefully sneaks off and arrives at your spot

he might have to wait around a bit, it’s a bit early in the day and broad daylight doesn’t typically bring you out

luckily for him, you happen to be scavenging for new treasures nearby at this time in the murkiest water so no one can see you

when you spot movement by the surface, you freeze and take a careful glimpse of what you thought to be an ordinary human

but no

it’s yoobi

you gasp and hastily pile your treasures into your bag and race to the surface

you pop up unexpectedly

“hi, yoobi!”

yoongi nearly screams, flinching so hard he almost falls off the rock into the water

“jesus, y/n! don’t scare me like that.” yoongi clutches his shirt where his racing heart is, panting

“besides, no one is supposed to know i’m over here.” he lowers his voice considerably

on instinct, you hunch your shoulders and mimic his volume

an action that yoongi finds endearingly adorable; his heart swells

“you brought your friends today?” you have heard quite a lot about them

“well, they brought me and i just managed to sneak away.”

you ponder that a moment

“can i meet your friends?”

yoongi blinks owlishly at you

you... want to meet his friends? other humans?

well, of course, yoongi is a human, but still-

he thought he was your human :(

“is that... really a good idea?” yoongi rubs the back of his neck apprehensively

“i mean... are they nice?” you slightly crouch behind your rock, peeking at him with only your eyes

yoongi’s gaze softens

he’s not worried about the fact that they might report you to someone for experimenting, or the fact that they might drive you away

he’s worried about one of them charming you before he has the chance himself

he hasn’t figure out the logistics, but-

you are... half not human and he is full human so..,,.

whatever he’ll figure it out

“they’re nice... i just.,,.,” yoongi isn’t able to find an explanation for not introducing you to his friends that he’s willing to share with you

“yoongi-hyung!”

yoongi seizes up upon hearing his name called by an all too familiar voice

“joon?” 

the moment he turns back to face you, you duck under the water with a frightened gasp

he groans in disappointment as namjoon comes jogging around the rocky cliff

“hey! what’re you doing over here? i heard you talking to someone.” namjoon glances around and expects to find someone

“i was talking to... myself?” yoongi even questions himself

well... if this isn’t a sign to introduce you to at least one of his friends, he doesn’t know what is

“listen, joon, there’s someone i want you to meet.” yoongi begins to search the surface of the water for you, but you must have gone deeper than he can see

“there’s no one here, hyung.” namjoon chuckles, lowering himself beside yoongi

“yeah, yeah i know.” yoongi waves him off distractedly, letting his fingertips dance along the water

“what are you doing?” namjoon snorts

“just wait.” yoongi reaches further into the water and opens and closes his hand rhythmically

“c’mon.” he grumbles, repeating the motion once more as a sign of encouragement 

slowly but surely, your well-groomed hand places itself in his hand allows him to pull you to the surface

when your head breaks surface tension, you carefully peek at the second human joining yoongi

“oh my god, there’s a girl in the water.” namjoon gasps, shocked

as you carefully bring all but your waist and below above the water, namjoon comes to a second realization

“there’s a mermaid in the water.” he carefully shifts backward and keeps his distance at first

“hello.” you squeak, placing both hands on yoongi’s knee and slightly hiding behind his leg dangling into the water

“are you like... some cosplayer? cause that’s really good-”

“no, namjoon. it’s not a costume. y/n is a real mermaid.” yoongi watches you as you creep slowly toward namjoon as he retreats when you advance

“are you one of yoobi’s friends?” you ask cautiously

“yoobi?” namjoon replies, fascinated with the way you move in the water

“oh, sorry, yoongi.” you quickly correct yourself with a nervous giggle

“i knew you know my name.” yoongi scoffs playfully

“yeah, but it’s so much more fun to call you yoobi.” you giggle, pressing your cheek just above his knee and gazing up at him with an innocent smile

“how do you know a mermaid?” now more incredulous, namjoon inches forward to get a better look at you

“dunno... we just sort of.. met, and she’s been giving me treasures ever since.” 

“look! he gave me a shiny.” you display your beautiful ring for namjoon proudly

“a ring, huh?” namjoon eyes yoongi playfully. yoongi shoves him in the shoulder

“just... something i had lying around.” yoongi eyes dart to the left and land on the skyline

“oh! i’ll give you a treasure, too, namoon!” you hop off yoongi’s knee and dive into the water

“namoon?” namjoon questions, glancing to yoongi questioningly

“ah... she seems to give people incorrect nicknames.” yoongi shakes his head

you resurface quickly and gently shake your hair, handing namjoon the treasure

“i’ve had this a while. i feel like it should belong to you.”

from you, namjoon takes an ancient, tattered book filled with artwork of mythical creatures including mermaids like yourself

“oh, wow... how old is this?” namjoon flips through the pages with wonder

“i’ve had it for a long time, you remind me of it.” 

“good eye. namjoon does like to read.” yoongi nods, glancing at namjoon’s expression of incredulous shock

“this is in really good condition.” namjoon flips the book by the cover and smooths his fingers along the binding

“i keep most of my treasures in an air tight cave underwater. a lot of them are metal and would rust.” you shrug, hands folded under your cheek on yoongi’s knee

“i have to go get the guys-” namjoon starts to get up and yoongi pulls him back down

“i don’t know if she’s ready for five more guys yet, joon.” he glances apprehensively at you

“oh, right. sorry.” namjoon offers your a sympathetic grin

“are your friends nice?” you twirl your finger in the water near you

“they’re very nice. they’re a little rambunctious, though.” namjoon tilts his hand back and forth to show just how minimal it is

“i think... if they’re friends with yoobi, i would like them.” you squeak quietly, sinking until only your shoulders are above water

“are you sure?” yoongi places a hand over your own hand

you nod tentatively, a slow smiling tugging at your lips

namjoon is immediately on his feet giddily, “awesome. i can go get them.” suddenly, he’s gone, out of sight

yoongi turns back to you, “they’re a little much, are you sure?” he raises a brow

you nod again, “i like you, yoobi. i’m sure i can trust your friends.” you take a deep breath 

“yeah? i like you too.” yoongi grins, blessing you with a gummy smile that brings a grin out of you

bringing out of your trance, you hear yelling and laughing coming closer and closer until they’re right around the bend

“i’m nervous.” you whine with a nervous smile, between yoongi’s knees and sinking farther into the water

“it’ll be okay,” yoongi swings his legs on either side of you

jungkook is the first to round the corner, a dopey smile on his face that all but disappears when he spots you and yoongi in the water

you duck instinctively, peering around yoongi cautiously as he looks over his shoulder

“hyung.” jungkook calls blindly, reaching out for seokjin, the next to join jungkook 

“what-” seokjin cuts himself off when catching sight of you

the rest of the boys follow in suit- jimin, taehyung, hoseok

yoongi glances back at you a moment, “you’ll be fine.” he mouths. you nod

jimin is the first to approach you, cautiously stepping toward you and yoongi as you watch him carefully with wide eyes

“hello.” he smiles brightly, lowering onto his knees beside yoongi and offering you an eye-smile

his contagious smile causes you to give him a cautious grin, “hello.”

he places a hand on his chest, “i’m jiminie, one of yoongi-hyung’s friends.” 

“nice to meet you, minie.” you giggle mischievously. jimin smiles wider at your nickname and coos

“you’re so cute.” he giggles

“i’m y/n.” you perch on one of yoongi’s knees so that you’re more visible

your tail sways back and forth under the water, catching a glimmer of light and jimin’s eye

“i like your tail. it’s very pretty.”

“thank you.” you beam, glancing at yoongi excitedly at the compliment

jimin turns and gestures for jungkook to come closer, who does so hesitantly

“this is jungkook.” jimin introduces as jungkook shifts his weight timidly behind jimin, offering you a small wave

“hi, kook.” you offer the same type of wave, earning a grin from him

“she likes nicknames.” yoongi pipes up on your behalf. you nod cheerfully

“well, aren’t you just a vision.” seokjin crouches beside jimin to observe you

your cheeks flush a pink hue, “thank you.” you nearly whine, hiding your face in yoongi’s t-shirt embarrassedly

yoongi’s breath catches in his throat at your proximity to him between his legs

as a reflex, he gently pets your hair, “shy?” he chuckles

“the flirt’s name is seokjin.” yoongi rolls his eyes as you peek at seokjin carefully, a cheek-splitting smile on your face

seokjin offers you a wink and you giggle, “you’re funny, jinnie.” 

“wow...” the boy with the boxy smile marvels, inching ever so close to you as you bite your lip anxiously

“are you a real mermaid?” taehyung seriously has to restrain himself from ducking under water and touching your tail

“mhm.” you nod

“i’m taehyung. can my nickname be tae tae?” something about taehyung’s eyes sparkle, and you adore your shinys

“okay.” you giggle

“i like your eyes, tae tae.” you admit shyly, still gripping the fabric of yoongi’s t-shirt

“thank you!” he snickers with a wide grin

“who are we missing?” yoongi glances back and finds hoseok still apprehensive, mentally debating whether or not to come near

“come on, hoseok, she won’t bite.” yoongi scoffs jokingly

“i promise i won’t!” you shake your head to emphasize your point

“i know that.” hoseok rolls his eyes, coming to stand behind yoongi

“we usually call him hobi.” jimin chimes beside you

“i like that. can i call you that?” you peer up at hoseok with wide, innocent eyes, causing his heart to melt

“yeah...” he nods absentmindedly, marveling at your tail in the water as it moves gently against the current

“i’m not objecting if this is a dream.” seokjin lets his feet dangle in the water below

“even so- how did you meet a mermaid, hyung?” jimin inquires curiously

“she’s been bringing me treasures for a while... she just appeared one day.” 

“treasures?” jungkook’s ears practically perk up at the notion

“i can give you guys treasures, too.” you gasp excitedly

yoongi frowns. he honestly thought that was something special between the two of you, exchanging treasures between each other

“i have the perfect treasure for you, jinnie.” you slide from between yoongi’s legs and quickly dive under water, disappearing momentarily

“yoongi-hyung has a mermaid girlfriend!” taehyung chirps with a wide smile

“she’s not my mermaid girlfriend, you idiot.” yoongi scowls, earning a giddy laugh from taehyung

as you resurface, you present jin with an elegantly decorated piece of glass with a handle - a mirror“you’re so handsome- i thought you would like to see yourself.”

for being underwater for so long, the mirror is in surprisingly good condition

“how thoughtful of you!” jin gasps, fidgeting with his hair in the reflective piece of glass and smoothing a finger over his lips

you’ve brought your bag with you, digging through it and finding a beautiful, ancient, intricate broach that you hand to jimin

“it’s pretty and reminded me of you.” you smile sheepishly

“aw, that’s precious.” jimin turns the broach over in his hands, drying the jewel on his t-shirt

you glance at jungkook with a thoughtful expression, gasping with a realization and fumbling with the items in your bag

“you’re wearing a lot of these... do you want another one?” you hand jungkook a pretty dangling pearl pendant earring

“that’s so pretty...” jungkook inspects the earring for rust or anything of the sort before slotting it into one of his empty piercings, smiling proudly

pulling out an item you’re unsure of, you carefully put it in taehyung’s hand, “i’m not sure what this is... but i’ve seen humans wearing it before.” you tilt your head

“these are glasses. really cool ones.” the glasses are rounded and almost in perfect, new condition. taehyung dries them, cleans the lenses, and slides them on to the bridge of his nose

grinning with pride, you glance at hoseok, observing him before a light bulb flickers to life in your mind, causing you to dig into your bag until you find what you’re looking for

“this thing has foreign symbols and the little pointy thing is always moving... it makes a tick noise, do you want it?” you hand hoseok an old pocket watch with roman numerals instead of numbers- surprisingly still keeping correct time

“this is cool.” hoseok dandles it by the chain as it drips and ticks away

“i love mine!” jungkook gushes as he pushes the earring back and forth while looking in jin’s new mirror

you swim back to the space between yoongi’s legs and fold your arms over one of his thighs, “just pretty things i had lying around.” you shrug modestly

jimin is the first to notice yoongi’s bitterness about the whole situation

“thank you very much for the gifts, y/n. but, unfortunately, it’s getting a bit dark... you guys wanna head back and pack up?” jimin suggests, gauging the group’s reaction

seokjin picks up on his subtle vibe, “i think that’s a good idea,” he hoists himself up, “it was lovely to meet you, y/n.” he sends you one last wink and jimin departs with a wave, the both of them gesturing for the rest of the boys to follow

“bye, y/n...”

“bye!”

“buh-bye!”

namjoon salutes you mockingly, “see ya ‘round.” he follows the other boys

yoongi is left alone, finally, with you

“that was very nice of you to give them your treasures.” yoongi acknowledges as the last group member disappears

“they’re nice boys... but i save my good treasures for you.” you admit cheerfully

“yeah? like me that much?” yoongi teases, moving his leg gently which in turn 

“mhm! i like you a lot.” you giggle. if you had legs, they would be swinging back and forth

“what do humans do if they like each other?” you tilt your head curiously

yoongi chuckles, “well, i guess it depends on what kind of like.” yoongi shrugs

“well... i like you like i saw two humans the other day! they liked each other.” you gasp excitedly

“yeah? well, what’d they do?” yoongi doesn’t expect this conversation to go much further

oh, oh but it does

“i don’t know what it’s called. close your eyes!” you gasp, flailing your hands excitedly

“should i trust you?” yoongi teases. you pout and he sighs

“fine.” yoongi shuts his eyes

you grin and lift yourself by your arms on his highs, raising yourself to his height

the act you observed seemed awfully intimate for two humans to just be friends

i mean, putting your mouth on someone else’s mouth? why would you do that with just any stranger?

but, when you think about putting your mouth on yoongi’s mouth... it feels oddly nerve wracking- like you’re scared to mess up

you slowly lean in and pucker your lips, placing the softest, feathery kiss upon yoongi’s lips and lingering there only a moment

it takes yoongi a moment to process what you’re doing- but it soon clicks

are you... kissing him?

so... you like like him?

wait a second, where did you see two humans doing this-

you pull away far too early for yoongi’s liking, so he opens his eyes immediately, watching you cower between his legs with a sheepish smile

“i don’t know if humans do that with friends but i thought it looked... cool.” you settle for, smile growing wider and more nervous

yoongi smooths his hand over his lips with a grin he can’t suppress

you taste like a fresh ocean breeze- without the salt and with all of the calming, coolness

“i like you like that, too.” yoongi declares, still in disbelief

“really? yay! i can’t wait to tell-”

“now come back here so i can teach you how to kiss properly.”

you squeak as yoongi pulls you to sit in his lap, your tail draping across his thighs as he plants his lips against yours, cupping your jaw sweetly

you smile softly- you could get used to this

want to read more? check out my masterlist 💜

how can i make your dreams come true? request something 🌹

have any questions? ask me here 💌

like what you read? leave a like 🤍, or better yet, reblog or comment any feedback you might have

[host-club-hq]

Jasmine (BONUS)

➼ pairing: kyoya ootori x fem!reader

➼ part 1, part 2

➼ summary: as newlyweds, you and kyoya have a whole new world to experience... ;)

➼ word count: 8.4k

➼ what to expect: "Like a siren, I will."

➼ warnings: 🔞, minors dni, crude language, mild breast appreciation, oral sex (m. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), unprotected vaginal sex (wrap it up), creampie, inexperienced!kyoya, slightly insecure!kyoya, fluffy aftercare

➼ all characters in this work of fiction are 18+ and consenting. the legal age to drink in japan is 20- kyoya is 20 and reader is 19

➼ ... this picture of kyoya may or may not have been my motivation. edit: the motivation was hArd to come by lemme tell you-

"This is kind of strange. I can't even drink at my own wedding." You swirl your sparkling apple cider in your champagne glass as Kyoya sips on genuine champagne.

Kyoya swallows, "Mm if we had waited another year, you could." He toasts you ironically.

You simper sarcastically, taking a large sip of your cider.

"Cider is much better anyways." You take another sip.

"Well, you wouldn't know." Kyoya nearly laughs at himself.

"You-"

Before you can retaliate after uncrossing your legs to get a word in, Fuyumi comes rushing up to you excitedly.

"Come on, y/n, it's time for the bouquet toss!" Fuyumi pulls you from your seat by your wrist.

"What- but my bouquet is so pretty." You whine, quickly setting down your glass as she drags you across the venue.

"I know. That's why we got you a smaller, throwable bouquet." Fuyumi beams, handing you a bouquet of fake lavender roses.

"Aw, that's cute. How does this work?" You turn it over in your hands.

"All you do is throw it behind you and it's said that the woman who catches it is the next to get married." Fuyumi giggles, spinning you around from the group of girls standing behind you.

"This seems a little cultish..." You hiss through your teeth awkwardly.

"Very. Just do it!" Fuyumi stands off to the side with her husband to observe.

"Ready?" You peek over your shoulder to see the group of girls all ready and waiting for you.

"Ready!" They chorus behind you.

"Alright. One... two... three!" You toss it gently behind you and immediately turn around to find out who's caught it.

The sea of girls parts to reveal Haruhi standing timidly with the bouquet in her hands.

"Hooray, Haruhi!" Tamaki cheers from the sidelines. His eyes then widen considerably.

"Oh." He blinks owlishly. The twins pat him on either shoulder.

"Way to go, Boss!"

"Shut up!"

"And... now for the garter toss!" you yelp as the twins take you by each arm and nearly throw you down into an overly decorated wedding chair.

"The what? The what?" You sputter, disoriented, literally gripping onto the edge of your seat.

"The garter toss! Why do you think you're wearing a garter?" Hikaru grins devilishly.

"How did you know I was wearing one? I just thought it was for fun." You squeak pathetically, watching people buzz around you and retrieve Kyoya and a group of men behind him.

"What's the fun if your husband doesn't see it?"

"... someone's supposed to see it?" You question with the tilt of your head. The twins frown down at you, shaking their heads.

"Oh, y/n..." They saunter away to join in the crowd of single gentlemen.

Tamaki presses Kyoya's shoulders, pushing him to his knees before you. You tense, unconsciously crossing your legs defensively.

"I'm told this is traditional in American weddings..." Kyoya glances up at you apprehensively.

"Um... I guess." You gnaw on your lip self-consciously.

"And... I must admit I did a bit of research before the wedding." Kyoya smirks, his innocent expression fading.

"What did you find?" You raise a suspicious brow in question.

"Well, the garter is supposed to symbolize that the marriage has been consummated-"

"What?!" You squeal, gripping onto the fabric of your dress and practically flinching away from him. Kyoya chuckles.

"Of course, it's only a silly tradition now." He assures, comfortingly placing a hand on your knee to bring your legs back to face him directly.

"But I found some interesting, alternative ways to remove it."

You purse your lips, scanning the crowd behind him, cheering you on, your gaze settling apprehensively on Fuyumi. She nods encouragingly.

"Okay..." You breathe carefully.

"I want to ask, first. It seems only fair- would you like me to take it off?"

Only a fool would think Kyoya wouldn't have to duck under your dress to remove the garter. The style of dress and train you picked is far too long for him to merely push it up until your mid-thigh... and really, only Kyoya's supposed to be getting a glimpse of what lies under your dress.

"Yes." You sigh, nearly out of breath from simply answering the serious question. However, the fact that he asked your permission warms your heart... even in front of all of these expecting people.

"I never thought I would be doing this in front of my parents... but here we go."

Kyoya shimmies his hands under the hem of your dress and throws it over his head, quickly ducking under; your cheeks flush a bright red, traveling up to your ears. The crowd showers you with their approval, almost vehemently.

You're expecting to feel his soft fingertips pulling off the garment wrapped around your thigh and it to be over with quickly.

But you're not expecting the foreign sensation against the skin of your inner thigh and the slow, the almost torturous pull of the garter down your leg. You squeak, gripping your dress once again as Kyoya emerges from under your dress with the garter in his mouth.

The group behind him goes absolutely wild- but your focus on Kyoya manages to drown them out into nothing but white noise.

Something about the way Kyoya watches you react to his methods with hooded eyes has you feeling some sort of way, pressing your thighs together as he lets the garter fall into his hands, tossing it behind him carelessly and pulling himself up off the ground to place a kiss on your lips quickly.

You nearly moan from the mere force of it. Kyoya pulls away far too soon for your liking.

"That was... creative." you nearly pant, wiping a bit of smeared lip gloss from the corner of your lips and allowing him to help you up.

"Creativity is one of my strong suits."

You finally catch a glimpse of who's caught the garter, and you find Tamaki standing in the middle of the crowd, clutching it for dear life.

"Well... this is an unexpected development." Kyoya places a hand on the small of your back, and you giggle.

"Now, will the individuals who caught the bouquet and the garter please come forward? It's time to put the garter on the lucky lady!"

"WHAT?!"

♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡

You're absolutely exhausted.

The reception has gone on for a few more hours than anyone expected. At Kyoya's revelation during your vows, your family, friends, and even Kyoya's family have all asked an abundance of questions pertaining to your relationship. To name a few:

"Oh, we're so proud of you! We never knew Kyoya was capable of love; how do you do it?"

"How many children should we be expecting?"

"Mama! I thought they didn't love each other; why are they kissing?"

"Does this mean I have to get them a wedding gift?"

"Can we expect a consummation of the marriage after all?"

At that last one, both you and Kyoya rush off somewhere else before anyone can ask any follow-up questions, giggling to each other as you return to your wedding couple table.

"So many questions." you sigh, exasperated.

"Indeed. Personal questions, at that." Kyoya shakes his head.

As Kyoya gently takes your hand and leads you to the center for a ginger dance, he twirls you around his body and pulls you in close.

"Do you ever... think about things like that?" With a hand placed on his chest and the other intertwined with his, your all but innocent eyes gauge his reaction.

Kyoya feels his heart pick up the pace, trying not to give you a visible reaction.

"About what, specifically?" he inquires, swaying in tune to the music as it crescendos.

"About, you know..." you trail off with a sheepish smile, averting your eyes to the ground and pressing closer.

"Do I?" Kyoya teases and twirls you gently to the soft piano music. As you spin back into his arms, you shove him gingerly.

"You know what I mean." You adjust his bowtie and smooth the shirt beneath his blazer.

"Would that be the reason you've been awfully intimate?"

"I haven't been too touchy, have I?" You chuckle, squeezing your intertwined fingers with questioning eyes.

"Only a bit." Kyoya shrugs nonchalantly as his lips tug upward in a poorly suppressed smile.

The music shifts to something a bit more upbeat, and older couples depart from the dance floor. Kyoya moves to take you back to your seats, but you tug on his arm insistently.

"Come on, my love, dance with me." You plead, leading him farther into the center than before with a playful glint in your eyes.

"I just danced with you." Kyoya groans as he trudges along with you.

"I mean really dance." you clarify with a soft pout.

"You know that I can't." Kyoya glances at his surroundings apprehensively as couples and individuals begin to move to the beat of the music.

"I know," you smirk.

♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡

It feels like you've been in the middle of the dance floor for hours. You've each taken breaks every now and then; Kyoya was encouraged into the center of a dance circle by you and the club members. As clumsy as it was, it was endearing.

Together in the center of it all, your lips brush against Kyoya's with a smile as the pair of you sway to the gentle beat. Every now and then, Kyoya places a firm kiss upon your lips, but half the time, you keep your faces centimeters apart with goofy grins tugging at your lips.

"You're awfully close, Mr. Ootori." You tease with a shallow exhale and a mischievous grin.

"That I am, Mrs. Ootori." Kyoya twirls you briefly before quickly bringing you back to him and placing his forehead against yours.

"I like when you call me that." you giggle, nipping at his bottom lip playfully.

"Did you just bite me?" Kyoya chuckles, smoothing his fingers over his bottom lip with an uncontrollable smile.

"Did you like it?" You inquire boldly, nosing against his jawline with a flirtatious chuckle.

Kyoya would be a fool not to notice it- the way you've been stuck to him like glue during the entire reception. He can't help but feel that you have something on your mind, and that notion makes his heart race.

Kyoya can't say that he's ever thought of you like that before. But having you here, as his newlywed wife attached to his arm, your scent overwhelming his senses, he feels dizzy.

He gulps, something that he thought wouldn't go unnoticed by you, but, miraculously, it does.

With his silence, you take into account how uneasy his. The thought of making him uncomfortable with your advances allows anxiety to settle into your mind. You quickly put a couple inches or so between your bodies, clearing your throat.

"I think I could go for a drink. We should take a break." With that, you detangle your fingers from his and move back to your table with hurriedness.

You catch a glimpse of his bowtie over your shoulder and turn to face him, "Here, it's a bit off..." You mumble, pulling on the fabric slightly to gain better access to adjust it.

Kyoya nearly chokes, almost stumbling forward as you pull him closer by his bowtie. He subtly chews his lip, and his eyes focus on your concentrated features.

You pat his chest with a sigh, "There." Your brows furrow when you catch his seemingly distressed expression.

"You alright?" You adjust the collar of his blazer and tilt your head in question.

Kyoya never expected that the simplest of actions to render him so inexplicably speechless and with the strangest but best of feelings.

"Yes... yes, I'm fine."

"Yes, you are." You chuckle, stroking his arm briefly before swiveling around with an impish grin.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kyoya is hot on your heels as you sit down.

"Mm, nothing." You simper, sipping delicately on your sparkling cider.

As Kyoya sits beside you skeptically, Fuyumi takes this chance to sneak over to you.

"y/n, this is usually when the bride and groom call it a night." She giggles, gently shaking you by the shoulder with a smile.

"What? But no one's left yet." You set down your glass and turn to her in your chair.

"That's the point... when you leave early, it gives us all a chance to talk about what you might be doing." Fuyumi raises her brows suggestively, and you scoff.

"Come on..." you peek at Kyoya and notice his hooded eyes as he sips on his champagne, his breathing deep as he sighs.

"Kyoya does look tired." you inhale through your teeth and glance back at Fuyumi with a sheepish smile.

"I'll call your driver." she squeals, scampering off to find her cellphone.

You turn over and place a comforting hand on Kyoya's knee, stroking it with your thumb, "Feeling like you want to go home yet?"

"I think I've had enough socially for today." Kyoya places his hand over yours with a sigh.

"Agreed. Take me home." You sigh dreamily, leaning on his shoulder and closing your eyes.

"We'd be going to a hotel." Kyoya chuckles fondly.

You gasp excitedly, "Can we get room service?" You beg.

"y/n... your family is plenty wealthy. Have you never had food brought to your room before?"

"It's different in a hotel... besides, Ren always made a fuss." You groan, slouching back in your chair.

"Alright! You're driver's here to take you to your hotel." Fuyumi wiggles her eyebrows suggestively and pulls you from your chair. You spot Ren behind her and rush to hug him around his neck.

"See you later, Ren." You smother his cheek with an exaggerated kiss. He hums thoughtfully.

"Will I need to be providing you with protection this evening?" Ren begins digging through his coat pocket.

"Ren!" You scold in a hushed tone. You pull his hands away from his pocket, and he merely chuckles.

"Fine. Be safe." He places an affectionate peck on your forehead and bids you one last adieu until you meet again.

You quickly spin around, take Kyoya by the hand, towing him behind you as you rush to the car.

♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡

The ride to the luxurious hotel is painstaking with anticipation and adrenaline. For you, at least.

You spend the journey bouncing your foot up and down and gnawing on your lips as subtly as possible.

The room is paid for and pre-checked; all Kyoya needed to do was waltz up, provide identification, and receive the keycards, and you were on your way.

The elevator ride is from the lobby to the sixth floor, and you're barely able to keep your hands off of your husband, to say the least.

To say that you look ravishing in your wedding gown is an understatement. Kyoya can't shake how absolutely mythical and stunning it makes you look. It's like you're a goddess, a rare mythical creature from the books and stories he loved as a child. You look like you belong to a fairytale as a princess or a fairy.

To sum up, you look like how he imagined you in his dizziest daydreams, maybe even more beautiful. But, of course, he can't help the way his hands run over the fabric of your dress near your waist and hips, pressing the softest of kisses to your lips, nose, and apples of your cheeks.

Until that is when the elevator informs you of reaching your destination with a loud, disruptive ring and the doors slide open. Kyoya nearly whines when you pull away to make it through the doors before they close. You giggle as you lead him by the hand to your assigned room- well, suite, rather.

Kyoya pulls the keycard out from his pocket clumsily as you press his back against the door, kissing him sweetly as he fumbles with the card reader and the door handle. Once it unlocks, his weight leaning on the door causes it to swing up, and you both nearly fall to the floor.

You chuckle at his shock and shut the door behind you, taking him by his suit collar and leading him back to the bedroom. If you weren't so focused on the task at hand, you would have noticed how luxurious the suite was.

Upon entering the bedroom, you're greeted with rose petals in the shape of a heart on the comforter and neatly made sheets with candles illuminating the darkest parts of the room.

"Oh, wow." You marvel, stepping inside to admire the careful placement of the petals.

Kyoya remains motionless in the doorway, his breathing picking up when he realizes the heaviness of the situation. He grips the doorframe tightly, feeling his heartbeat rapidly in his chest as he gulps loudly.

He can hardly recall a time when he was ever this nervous. Sharing his first night together with you on his wedding night... considering the most nerve-wracking factor: you. You and your perfect body, perfect features. To put it simply... you and your perfection.

Your perfection puts Kyoya's own into question- he doesn't want to disappoint... to underperform, to say the least. You might have experience with this that he has no idea about.

You turn over your shoulder when you realize he hasn't followed you to the bed yet. Your brows furrow in concern.

"Kyoya, are you alright?" your voice is as soft as the glow of scented candles around the bedside tables.

"Yes, yes, I'm alright." Kyoya nods a bit too quickly for your liking.

You know better than that, "What's wrong, love?" you near him and place a comforting hand on his shoulder. Your escapades would have to wait for now.

"Nothing... nothing's wrong. Just a bit..." Kyoya takes another deep breath.

"Nervous?" You suggest, tucking a stray piece of hair behind his ear intimately. Kyoya almost feels the urge to lean into your comforting, warm touch.

"Just a little." He whispers. You hum sympathetically.

"You know... we don't have to do anything. We can call it a night; it's not like it's a requirement." You assure quietly.

"No, no. I want to... I just..." Kyoya struggles for the right words. It's something he rarely experiences.

Your hand travels down to his chest, and you can feel his heartbeat through his shirt. You nearly coo.

"I promise, there's nothing to be worried about. No obligations." You promise sincerely, stroking comfortingly just below his collar bone.

"I've never... done... this." Kyoya exhales slowly.

"That's okay. That's perfectly okay." You hush gently, placing a kiss on his forehead, raising yourself on your toes to reach it.

You feel like this isn't the best time to mention that you have. But, it doesn't matter, anyway. Right now, you want to focus on him and his nervousness- not your fling that happened some time ago.

"Are you sure you want to?" You question, bringing his face to look you in the eye.

Once he catches the concern swimming in your irises, he can feel his nervousness nearly fade away completely. There's still a touch there, of course... but he feels comfortable when looking into your eyes.

"Yes." He nods gingerly with a smile tugging at his lips apprehensively.

"Okay..." You chuckle softly, an incredible sound in Kyoya's ears.

You pull your shoes off and toss them somewhere unknown in the room, turning around and craning your neck to peek at him over your shoulder.

"I'll get undressed first if you like... unzip me?" You smooth your hand over your back to indicate where the zipper lies under the flowing fabric of your dress.

"Sure." Kyoya nods blindly, his gentle fingers finding the cool metal and sliding it down its path with the familiar zzziIippp!

You shimmy off the sleeves and let the dress fall down your body.

Kyoya chokes on his own saliva at the sight of you- oh, what a vision you are in white lace. A white lace bra adorns your divine breasts, and white lace panties to match cover your most intimate areas. Kyoya can feel the heat rush to his core, almost making him dizzy.

You turn to gauge his reaction and giggle at his open mouth. "I... had a feeling." you gesture to your matching set.

Kyoya takes a moment to regain his composure. He nearly wants to cross his legs at the feeling rushing through his body- an unknown feeling at that.

You take his hands from his side as you step out of the dress, placing them on your hips and indicating he's to pull you closer and be comfortable.

Kyoya groans breathily when you attach your mouth to his, his hands instinctively moving up and down your bare sides as he maps out your body with his fingers for the first time.

"You're so gorgeous." He sighs against your lips desperately. You hum in appreciation, your chest blooming with pride.

You take this chance to deepen the kiss, and he grants you access to his mouth with your tongue readily, his jaw just falling slack at your will. He mimics you like he did that night of his first kiss with you. He wraps his hands around your body, and they settle on your backside and the small of your back.

You chuckle into his mouth and pull away so that you're only centimeters apart. Kyoya chases your mouth, and you snicker.

"Mm, eager." you breathe heavily, pecking him on the nose.

"Sorry..." he pants with a sheepish smile.

"Don't be. I am too." You vehemently fight the urge to rub your thighs together for any type of friction at all. The build-up and waiting for his moment has you hotter than ever.

"You can take your time... whenever you're ready." You back up until you're met with the edge of the bed, crawling onto it as gracefully as you can.

Kyoya begins shakily with his suit jacket, sliding it off his shoulders and discarding it, and untying his bowtie next, letting it drape around his neck.

You can't help but be mesmerized by his slim, lean frame in his white button-up with rolled sleeves tucked into his black dress pants as he turns to place his glasses on the table beside him.

"Well, aren't you a vision?" you sigh lustfully with hooded eyes.

Kyoya chuckles, "Stop that..." he rolls his eyes jokingly as he slides the bowtie from around his shoulders.

"Mmm, never."

He fumbles with the buttons to his shirt and slides it down his shoulders. You nearly drool at the sight of his shoulder blades exposed, watching the garment fall onto the floor as he drops it.

When he turns back to you, he squints, "I should have thought this through." He groans, blindly stumbling toward the bed with arms outstretched to find his way.

"Follow my voice." you giggle, reaching out to him from your position on the bed.

"Like a siren, I will." Kyoya does his best, blindly reaching for your hands, allowing you to pull him on top of you.

He grunts at the impact, quickly holding himself above you. For once, Kyoya is grateful he's nearsighted, not farsighted. He has the privilege of focusing on your stunning features.

"You're so poetic, Ootori." You sigh jokingly as you gaze up at him seductively.

"You are my muse, after all." He hums, pecking your forehead affectionately.

"You flatter me." You let your arms rest above your head as Kyoya seems rendered speechless by the mere sight of you beneath him.

A bit of his anxiety seems to return- you can see it swimming in his steely gray eyes. "I... don't know... how to..." He bites his lip anxiously as his eyes rake down your body and his heartbeat picks up.

"Let me, then..." You sit up slightly. Kyoya shakes his head.

"No, no... I'm supposed to-"

"You're supposed to do whatever you're comfortable with." You push him gingerly by the shoulder, and he easily complies, falling onto his back with a grunt as you straddle yourself over his lap.

"Better?" You tease, lowering yourself slightly to hover above him.

"Yeah..." he sighs breathily.

Kyoya looks so helpless below you- a sight you're not used to seeing from him in the slightest. His limbs sprawled across the mattress, his hair messily strewn across his forehead, and his wandering eyes finding each crevice of your body in a surprisingly short amount of time.

"I'm pleased to take the lead..." You bury your face in his neck and begin with soft, feather-like kisses that make Kyoya swoon.

He sighs contently, letting his eyes slip shut as your pillowy lips travel the column of his neck, reaching a particular spot just below his ear.

He gasps when you suck on the spot, his body tensing at the unfamiliar sensation.

"Found it." You chuckle lowly, continuing your ministrations.

"Found what-? Ah!" He gasps louder, eyes widening considerably when he feels a wave of electricity flow through his body and settle in his lower abdomen.

Kyoya's cheeks flush a dark red as your lips travel slowly down his neck and onto his collar bone.

You lift yourself to take a look at his face and gauge his reaction, "You're so pretty when you blush." you gush.

Kyoya splutters, brows furrowing, "Pretty?" He practically gawks at you, but he can't deny how the compliment makes his heart flutter and his erection harden.

"Yeah, pretty." You run your fingers through his thick, jet back hair, and he leans into your touch, sighing.

"Well, look at you..." He opens his eyes and takes you in- a vision of perfection perched on his lap, nearly panting. He watches your chest move up and down, and your hair falls around your shoulders. You're definitely a sight to behold.

You're so gentle with him; it makes him appreciate you all the more. But, of course, it must be nerve-wracking for you as well; it's both of your wedding nights, after all.

Kyoya cups your hand on his cheek and can't help the way his eyes gloss over ever so slightly.

"My darling, what's wrong?" Your tone is filled with concern as you wipe a stray tear that falls.

He only laughs, a wispy noise, "I never thought a creature as... beautiful and caring as you would ever be here with me like this." He admits sincerely.

Your bottom lip pokes out in a pout, and you whine, "Kyoya... I love you." You lower yourself once more and press your skin against his, along with your lips against his own.

"And I love you." He replies softly, a smile tugging at his lips.

You mirror his grin, pressing your lips passionately against his again.

He's drowning in your touch, in your scent, but in the best of ways.

He nearly loses himself in your kiss but finally pulls back for a breath of air, "You smell of jasmine." he sighs.

"I do?" You chuckle with a raised brow, pushing his hair back from his forehead.

"So much so it's intoxicating," Kyoya confesses. Even through the scented candles and fragrance of heat filling the air, your seductive mix of natural scents seems to mask it all. It clouds his mind in the best of ways.

"Mm... you smell of fresh air... I can't explain it." you lean down to kiss him again, laughing against his lips.

Your light kisses turn deep, and then they begin to travel across his body, down his jaw, to his neck, down his collar, and down his chest.

You can feel his chest rising and falling rapidly; you smooth a comforting hand down his side and peek up at him, smushing your cheek against his chest and puckering your lips.

"You okay?"

Kyoya snickers, "Yes, my love. Just excited." He means that in many different ways.

"I'm going to go lower now..." You caution, your kisses descending slowly but surely until they reach just above his belt.

Kyoya lets out as few noises as possible, pursing his lips and closing his eyes.

"I feel like I'm a mortal man being worshipped by a goddess." he sighs, head-turning to the side with his eyes still shut.

"You deserve the praise you get and more." You perch your hands readily at his belt and begin to fidget with it, glancing at him with questioning eyes.

"May I?"

"Yes..."

At that, you open his belt in the silence, metal against metal as you slide it from the belt loops and discard it somewhere unknown.

Having you this close to his bulging erection makes it twitch involuntarily. Kyoya's cheeks darken in embarrassment, moving to hide his face in his arm with a groan.

"Ready?" You grip the waistline of his pants, having already flicked open the button and tugged the zipper.

Kyoya nods.

"Words, baby."

Your commanding voice has him shivering, "I'm ready." he nods once more, clarifying.

Kyoya's verbal consent has you smiling appreciatively. Next, you take his pants and boxers in your hands and, in one go, gently pull them below his hips.

His cock springs free from the confines of his boxers. Kyoya moans in appreciation of the freedom but also at the feeling of being exposed. It's red and swollen, bobbing up and down at the idea of you watching him be so vulnerable. He leaks onto his stomach ever so slightly.

To save Kyoya from overwhelming attention, you tear your gaze regretfully from his cock and crawl back up his body to plant a teasing kiss on his lips, "Someone's hard..." you chuckle.

"How could I not be? Have you seen you?" Kyoya laughs breathily, cheeks darkening even further.

You resist the urge to press your thighs together again at the breathy moan he lets out when you kiss him again. It's such a delicate sound that you never would have imagined coming from him. Although, that's the last sound he makes before pressing his lips together.

"I want to see you." He declares. You hum appreciatively.

"Yeah? I dunno..." You put a finger to your chin in thought.

"y/n." His voice is firm, sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh, yes, sir." you tease, reaching behind yourself to find your bra clip.

"Allow me." Kyoya reaches behind you with a single hand and quickly finds the clip, popping it open.

It falls off your chest, and you feel the urge to cover yourself. But, instead, you gasp at his efficiency, "Where did you learn to do that?"

"I may have done a bit of research this morning..." Kyoya shrugs innocently, his eyes glued to your chest.

"Can I touch you?" his hands are itching to reach for you.

"Of course." you take each of his wrists and place them on either of your breasts.

The soft sensation and the warmth of them take his breath away, staring in wonder as his hands curl and mold around the soft flesh.

Kyoya has no idea what takes over him, but he swoops down and captures one of your nipples in his mouth, giving it an exploratory suck.

You moan appreciatively, your fingers threading through Kyoya's dark locks and holding him firmly in place. He takes your sounds as approval, licking over the bud with his tongue and flicking it with the tip.

Your moans soon turn to breathy whimpers as you can feel your panties becoming soaked. The thin lace sticks to your core as you grind on whatever you can find instinctively.

That happens to be Kyoya's bare thigh. He nearly gasps at the feeling of slick slide against his legs, even through the fabric, and detaches his lips from your breast. His cock twitches at the sensation.

"You're so wet." He can't think of anything else to say but his observation.

"You make me this way, Kyoya." you sigh as his sizable hand smooths across your upper thigh impatiently.

You hook a finger in your panties, "Want to take them off?" you suggest, pulling a strap off your hip and pausing there a moment.

"Yeah..." Kyoya replaces your hand with his own and hooks his own fingers in the straps lying across your lips. He glances once more into your eyes for some sort of approval. When you nod, he slides them down your thighs as you lift your hips to step out of them.

As they're flung off the side of the bed, Kyoya takes this time to appreciate you in all of your nude glory. You adjust your hair around your shoulders as his hands smooth over your naked hips.

His hands wander up to your sides, your smooth skin, and to the underside of your breasts.

"Please, don't tease." You beg breathily, relishing in the feeling of his soft hands on your burning skin. Kyoya grins sheepishly.

"You're just too beautiful to avoid worshipping." He admits, hands smoothing once again over the expanse of your thighs.

"Why don't you touch me, darling? If you want to." You whisper softly, taking his wrist in your hand and prompting it closer to your center.

"Can I?" He marvels as his fingers near your heat, feeling the warmth radiate against his skin.

"Of course." You place his hand over your most intimate of areas.

Kyoya lets out a soft exclamation of surprise at just how wet you've become. He lets his slender fingers slide across your folds with the utmost ease, and the heel of his palm presses into your clit.

You moan loudly, a high-pitched noise from the depths of your throat at the pressure to where you need it most. Kyoya's head snaps up to meet your pleasure-wracked features at your exclamation.

"Does that feel good?" he questions in genuine curiosity, repeating the action just the same as before.

"Yeah..." You pant carefully, throwing your head back as he continues the abuse to your most sensitive bundle of nerves.

As Kyoya's fingers continue to slide, one of his fingertips catches on your entrance, and your breath hitches in your throat. Kyoya raises a curious brow and pushes his finger, mouth dropping open at how easily it slides inside and carefully observing your reaction.

As long and slender as his fingers are, by the time he's knuckle-deep inside of you, you're gasping for air. It's just one, mere finger, his index at that, but it reaches depths no one's ever reached before.

He thrusts it experimentally, marveling at how your walls clench at the friction and how velvety soft you feel inside.

"Can you... add another one?" you request shyly, feeling more than ready for the stretch as Kyoya glances up at you.

"Like this?" Kyoya adds his middle finger, and you whine appreciatively.

"Exactly..." You moan, gripping his shoulders tight.

"Try curling them..." You demonstrate shakily with your own hand what exactly you mean.

Kyoya mimics you cautiously. You gasp and let out a loud cry, nearly a sob at the relief your body feels to finally be touched.

Kyoya blinks owlishly at your reaction. All he did was curl his fingers and press into your walls, but he must have hit the spot. He tries it again, acknowledging that it won't hurt you, and you reward him with the same reaction, encouraging him to repeat it over and over.

It doesn't take long for you to teeter on the edge of euphoria, so you hurriedly grab him by the wrist and pull his fingers out. The tips of his fingers still pressed together and curled, are connected still to your core by a string of slick.

"What's wrong? Was I hurting you?" Kyoya cautions, concerned at your rush.

"No, not at all. It felt too good." you pant heavily, offering him a sheepish smile as his eyes return to his damp fingers. He now notices how your arousal covers your inner thighs and nearly drools, cock bouncing impatiently behind you.

"Now it's your turn." you begin your journey back down his body with hooded eyes; Kyoya's own follow you curiously.

"My turn?" he repeats quietly, eyes glued to your gorgeous body and how it moves to his thighs, and you settle there.

"Of course... I want to make my husband feel as good as he makes me feel." you tease, the name making Kyoya's cheeks burn as well as his ears.

"May I touch you?" you ask ever so politely, soft, delicate hand smoothing over his thigh as one of his legs is bent at the knee, the other lying flat beside you.

"Yes, please." He nods quickly, a shock of pleasure stinging in his abdomen at the anticipation.

Gingerly, you stroke your fingers experimentally along the generous length of his cock. Kyoya's breath catches in his throat, eyes threatening to shut.

Finally, providing him all the relief in the world, you wrap the entirety of your hand around the shaft and stroke up. Kyoya rewards you with a wispy moan, head thrown back into the silk pillows.

Kyoya's head shoots up, nearly shouting at a sudden unfamiliar sensation on his cock. Finally, his eyes come into focus, and he finds you kitten licking his swollen, throbbing tip tentatively.

"What-" he cuts himself off with a groan as you open your lips wider and swallow nearly half of his cock. You fit all that you can until he reaches the back of your throat, wrapping your hand around the exposed skin that you can't fit down your throat.

This is all too much, but Kyoya can't think of anything else he wants more at this moment. Your tight throat swallows around him in the best of ways, coaxing a string of moans from the back of his throat, guttural sounds as he pleads mentally for more- not trusting his voice.

He panics when he feels himself nearing his climax, gripping the sheets frantically, "Wait- wait, stop." He gasps for air, bucking his hips involuntarily.

You pop off noisily, keeping your hand busy with stroking his shaft and peering up at him. "Too much?" you giggle jokingly.

"Too... much..." Kyoya assures, nodding dizzily. You chuckle, giving him one last upstroke and a chaste peck to his tip that has his abdomen muscles flexing.

"You know... I'm on the pill." you slither up his body and press yourself against him, bringing your lips together in a passionate kiss.

Kyoya hums and pulls away reluctantly, "So... I can...?"

"Mmhm." You hum excitedly, tracing your lips along his jawline as he grins.

"Wh-When did that start?" Kyoya furrows his brow as you pull back slightly to look at him.

"Like, two months ago." You shrug innocently, giggling at his shocked expression at your revelation.

"So, you knew we were going to...?"

"Just in case."

When you lean down to kiss him again, it's more intense, hungrier than all the previous. The both of you are getting more and more desperate, so you're not sure where the change in pace originates from.

When you pull back, you gaze into Kyoya's softening eyes and stroke his cheek once more.

"Ready?" you pose the most critical question of all, shifting backward and hovering your center over his waiting cock.

Kyoya offers an unsure nod, "I think so. I should be asking you that." he chuckles, mostly at himself.

You reach between your legs and swipe two fingers briefly against your core, holding them up for Kyoya to see your essence glisten in the soft candlelight.

"I think I'm more than ready, my love." you snicker. Kyoya moans at the mere sight of your arousal glittering off your fingertips, subconsciously licking over his swollen lips. He can feel himself leaking below you, transparent pearls of precum beading from the tip of his cock.

"I'm ready if you are." Kyoya breathes quietly, hands placed on your thighs and gripping every so lightly so as to not hurt you.

"Okay..." you smile tenderly, taking his cock in your hand and carefully aligning himself with your entrance.

Your eyes call to him nonverbally as your gaze catches his, beckoning him to keep eye contact with you as he feels his tip brush against your folds. He feels so vulnerable with you gazing into his very soul- you seem to be the only person able to do that to him, to not even say a word and already know how to soothe his most profound insecurities.

Lost in his daydreams, Kyoya nearly misses the agonizingly slow sink of yourself onto his cock. Your jaw falls slack at the stretch, short gasps turning into high-pitched yelps of pleasure as you sink farther and farther down his length.

Kyoya isn't fairing to tell on his end, either. He isn't able to keep eye contact with you anymore, throwing his head back into the sheets and arching his lean frame off the mattress unconsciously. He lets out an airy, nearly high-pitched moan at the feeling of your warm, dripping walls gripping his sensitive cock.

"Oh, god." He whines, bringing his gaze to where the two of you are connected as you continue to sink, bottoming out with a chorus of sounds from the both of you.

You give yourselves both a few moments to adjust and collect yourselves, your panting almost in sync as you glance up at one another from where you're connected as one.

When Kyoya collects himself the best he can, he feels this sudden wave of affection wash and crash over him all at once. He surges forward and sits up, wrapping his arms gingerly around you and planting a desperate kiss to your lips. He feels the sudden, surprising need to feel you against his skin at all times like his touch-depravity is hitting him all at once.

You thread your fingers in his hair and move your lips in synch with his, moaning airily at the affection poured into the kiss from his end.

"I love you." He whispers, his kisses moving from your lips to your jaw and to your neck in a swift motion.

"I love you, too." You whimper, gripping his hair tightly as he sucks hickeys onto your neck.

You begin a slow grind, rocking your hips back and forth and earning both gasps and moans, whimpers and groans from the both of you at the friction it provides. Kyoya can feel himself twitch, wrapped in you and your arousal, as it allows for glorious relief to his aching cock.

After an experimental minute, you lift yourself with your thighs until Kyoya's tip is all that remains inside, and you slam back down as gently as you can.

That earns a groan from you and a gasp from Kyoya, his facing screwing up in pleasure as he grips the sheets beside you, afraid he might hurt you if he were to grip your skin that tightly.

"You feel so good... so tight." Kyoya admires, eyes cast down between your bodies to where you begin your rhythm of sliding up and down, up and down every so slowly to adjust.

"You're so... so perfect..." You cry out. He reaches depths within you that no one ever dared reach before. You nearly want to cry at the new places he discovers.

Kyoya holds you tight, burying his face in the junction between your neck and shoulder, nearly whimpering with each rise and fall. It makes it difficult for you to move much, but you hold onto him just as tightly.

He hits your g-spot easily with the natural, pretty curve of his dick, and you see stars in no time, eyes wrenching shut as you continue your onslaught of cries in Kyoya's ear.

Kyoya's own sounds are muffled by your skin as he gently digs his teeth into your shoulder, his hair falling forward and brushing against your skin.

"I want to hear you." You plead with a particularly pathetic whimper straight into his ear. And it goes straight to Kyoya's cock, his hips flexing a moment.

To drive your point forward, as soon as you feel Kyoya's face lift from your neck, you drop your body harder onto his, drawing a cry from him just as loud as the noises you've been producing.

You clamp around him at that, drawing a breathy moan from him, "If you do that, I won't last- oh- won't last long." He gasps, pulling back to gaze into your hooded eyes with his own irises glazed over.

"That's okay... I'm really close too." You admit, less ashamed to admit when you find where he is in his journey. You both smile, bringing your lips together in a gentle, affectionate kiss as you start to grind your hips in his lap again.

The closer Kyoya gets, the more his moans and breathing become unhinged and in tune with your thrusts.

Seeing Kyoya so wrecked by you in this way has you nearly teetering, toying with your end. He's always been a man of great composure and control, but the fact that this is an aspect of life that you can see yourself taking control in and making him lose himself gives you great pride.

And Kyoya appreciates it more than you know. Having to control most aspects of his life like a man should in today's society, he's grateful that in this personal aspect, he can give up control to someone he so dearly relies on.

"You're so gorgeous, oh god, y/n." Kyoya chokes, feeling an insatiable heat coil in his lower stomach and settle at the base of his cock.

"Fuck, Kyoya..." you reply with his own name, keening soon after.

As the coil pulls tighter and tighter within both of you, you manage to maintain eye contact until your last moments of resolve.

"I'm there, y/n, god, I'm cumming." Kyoya warns with a particularly loud groan followed by a possessive growl. It sets you off pushes you over the edge.

"I'm there with you." you squeak at your highest peak.

You each touch the sky together, moans and whimpers peaking as your body nearly stills, and Kyoya's hips lose all semblance of a pattern. He paints your walls white with ropes upon ropes of cum as his euphoria reaches its high, your walls milking him dry as you convulse with aftershocks and fall into him limply.

Kyoya grips you tightly, his noises fading into mere pants as he falls back, and you with him, breathing heavily.

Neither of you says anything in this moment of bliss. Instead, you merely lift yourself and roll off to his side. Both of your bodies are glistening in thin sheens of sweat, and you don't peg Kyoya to want to be intimate while feeling that way.

But, to your surprise, his arms slings around your waist and pulls you close into his body, burying his face into your neck wordlessly, and tangling his leg with yours, arms around your torso and holding you tight.

It's not too much of a shock that he's clingy after sex- the downfall from a climax can be emotional for some people. You're not saying you feel no emotion, but you feel more at peace than clingy.

But it doesn't bother you at all. You carefully thread your fingers in Kyoya's locks as he nuzzles into you further.

"Do you want to shower?" you ask softly, pushing his hair from his face the best you can as it's buried in your skin.

"In the morning," Kyoya grumbles, sighing heavily. He doesn't feel very hygienic right now, but he's overwhelmed by your warmth and comfort to do anything about it right at this moment.

"I love you, that was amazing." you press a kiss to the top of his hair. You feel him smile against you.

"Was I alright?" he pulls away, only slightly to look into your eyes.

"More than alright." You chuckle teasingly. He rolls his eyes.

"Thank you, my love." Kyoya presses a chaste kiss to your lips briefly.

"For what?" You giggle daftly.

"For letting me share that with you, of course. I know it wasn't just a big step for me... but for you, as well."

"There's the Kyoya Ootori I know and love. Turned you into a whiney, whimpery mess there for a moment." you giggle, squealing as his fingers dance along your sides for a brief moment before he huffs.

"There were a lot of new feelings with the woman I love... who can blame me?" He only shrugs, poorly fighting off a grin.

"I certainly can't. I was seriously resisting to stay so composed." You admit sheepishly.

"Mm. I knew I had an effect on you." Kyoya smiles proudly.

"You most certainly do. You're the sexiest man alive." You tease.

Kyoya's cheeks burn a dark pink, swooping down once more to bury his face in your neck with a groan, "Stop that..." comments like those are something he'll have to get used to but hasn't yet.

You hum fondly, threading your fingers in his hair again. You feel like you're on cloud nine here with him, absolutely glowing. And Kyoya can sense it- your aura has changed. He smiles against you.

"Have you put any thought into our honeymoon?" you question softly, bringing the conversation to something calming.

"Let's go to Europe," Kyoya grumbles against you, clearly having put thought into it.

"When?" You chuckle at his declaration.

"Tomorrow, the next day. I don't know."

"My, my. Since when does Kyoya Ootori not have an itinerary already planned out?"

"I do... I'll have it in mind when I'm sober." Kyoya groans, miffed.

"Sober?"

"I'm drunk on you, of course."

You snort, throwing your head back with a hearty laugh. As Kyoya's head is resting on your chest, he feels the full force of it, causing him to simper.

"Ever the romantic." you roll your eyes exaggeratedly, and Kyoya swears he can feel it from his position clinging to you.

"Sleep now," he grumbles, pulling you closer, which you didn't know was possible.

"Fine. Sweet dreams, Mr. Ootori." You take this moment to admire your wedding and engagement ring on your hand, resting on the bed behind him.

Meanwhile, one of his arms wrapped around you is in his vision, his own wedding band glinting in the light as he smiles fondly at the silver ring.

"Goodnight, Mrs. Ootori." Kyoya presses a final kiss to your chest and settles in for a dream-filled sleep with you as the focus.

want to read more? here's my ouran masterlist 🌹

and here's my bts blog 💜

want me to write something you want to see? request something 💌

have any questions? talk to my characters! 🙏🏻

Adieu~ 🌹🌹🌹

[yoongis-tangerines]

if any of yall are in need of some ouran smut... have at it

[yoongis-tangerines]

💜february 22, 2022 - human!yoongi x mermaid!reader 

💜january 9, 2022 - barista!seokjin x reader (holiday special)

💜december 21, 2021 - idol!yoongi x badass!reader (requested)

💜december 14, 2021 - waiter!taehyung x stood up!reader

💌the original soundtrack series (ot7)

summary

↳ the series inspired by each of the members’ bts world original soundtrack

series navigation

💌teacher!seokjin x teacher!reader

summary

↳ you and seokjin are both third grade teachers with a longing for one another. who knew kids were so expressive? they gossip, too

↳ progress: 85% written...✎

↳ premiere date: january

💌demon!namjoon x student!reader

summary

↳ undecided

↳ progress: brainstorming...✎

↳ premiere date: tbd...✎

💌weddingplanner!taehyung x bride!reader

summary

↳ you’re getting ready for your wedding with you fiancé, woojun. but... this isn’t a woojun x reader, is it?

↳ progress: brainstorming...✎

↳ premiere date: tbd... ✎

[yoongis-tangerines]

christmas special! barista!seokjin x reader

➼ pairing: seokjin x reader

➼ summary: christmas special! bestfriend!yoongi and good friend!namjoon with barista!seokjin as our love interest

➼ word count: 9.3k

➼ what to expect: "in exchange for my secrets, i want your number."

➼ warnings: slight angst, really bad break-up flashback

➼ talk to the characters!

➼ just wanted to write something festive for the holidays :) OK I KNOW IT'S AFTER CHRISTMAS BUT I WANTED TO MAKE IT RLLY GOOD-

"damn." an ornament hits the ground and shatters to pieces

for a moment, namjoon says nothing and just stares at the ruined globe of glass

well, not so much of a globe anymore

you peek around the christmas tree to see what namjoon's doing

"what broke?" you immediately ask

namjoon scoffs, "oh, come on. you always have to assume something broke-"

"joon..."

"yeah, okay, something broke." namjoon sighs in defeat, looking down at the broken object in question

"okay..." you kneel to inspect the damage, turning over the large pieces of glass to see which ornament it was

please let it not be the one with the handprint of your cousin on it

oh, or the one with your birthday on it that your parents got the day you were born

OH it beTTEr not be the one with the cute little reindeer or you're gonna kick namjoon's clumsy aSS-

oh

"don't worry, joon, it's just that dumb ornament yoongi got me last year." you roll your eyes at the thought, sweeping up the large pieces and heading to throw them in the garbage in the kitchen

"wha- yoongi got you that ornament?" namjoon panics

yoongi has always sort of..,,. intimidated him

although you and namjoon are good friends, he doesn't know your best friend (yoongi) very well

but he has met him a few times

and lets just say that small packages carry a lot of anger, sarcasm, and humor and yoongi is a wOnderful example of that

namjoon assumes he would be kinda upset about a christmas ornament

and even MoRe upset if yoongi ever finds out he broke it

"don't even worry, it was a last minute gift because he forgot about christmas one year." you shrug

"he took me out to make up for it, but this ornament was just a gag/guilt-induced gift." you sweep up the stray pieces into a dust pan and dump them into the garbage, sweeping the floor to search for any stray shards

"oh thank god, i thought i was about to get my ass murdered." namjoon puts a hand over his racing heart and fLops onto the sofa behind him

"what? scared of little ol' yoongles?" you chuckle, bending to take another ornament from the red storage box

"just a little." namjoon sighs, his head lolling to the side to glance at you

"what? not gonna hang any more?" you raise an eyebrow, hooking another ornament on a branch

"i don't think i can handle the stress." namjoon throws an arm over his eyes dramatically

"alright, well... i think i'm gonna take a break. go christmas shopping." you dust your hands off

"christmas shopping? in this weather?" namjoon glances over his shoulder to find snow pounding at the window

"sure. i'll stop for coffee or something." you shrug on your purse and heavy winter coat

your mittens have little reindeer on them with little red, cotton ball noses

it would be an understatement to say you love reindeer at this time of year

and those are a gift from yoongi... one winter night after a terrible break-up with your ex boyfriend, kihyun

you'd been with him for four long, long years and you walked in on him with another girl in your shared bed

how long had it been going on?

two of the years you were together

you were devastated

and that was one of the only time yoongi had ever shown you emotion, even sympathy

you remember the way he comforted you, held you in his arms

you'll never forget that moment

it felt special, considering his emotionally unavailable lifestyle

you arrive at his door well past midnight, mascara streaming down your cheeks, sniffling

yoongi's lounging on the sofa, watching a movie. he clicks pause on the remote with a chuckle

"hey, didn't i tell you that 'casa de yoongi' is closed past midnight-"

he gets a good look at you; tears, pouted lip, and all

his mouth zips shut and his eyes dart to the left awkwardly at your show of emotion

you usually respect his emotional boundaries, but you didn't know who else you would turn to in this moment of need (you haven't met namjoon yet)

"um... what happened to you?" yoongi inwardly cringes at himself for the choice of words. that was the best he could say to you in your moment of need?

you want to fall into the void and die

you want a hole in the floor to open and swallow you up as you stare at yoongi's incredibly uncomfortable expression

you can't find the words to say. you hiccup pathetically, dropping your purse

"what? kihyun didn't come home?" yoongi inquires, sauntering over to you confidently

you shake your head gently and draw your lip into your mouth to chew on it

"well... since you're here, wanna come in?" yoongi opens his arm, a welcoming gesture

you nod, remaining silent, moving past him to the sofa and the soft glow of the television

yoongi gnaws his lip in concern

you're awfully quiet... why are you here? you should be at home, snuggled in bed with your boyfriend instead of invading his home at this hour

you don't make it to the television before your lip quivers and your face crumples

yoongi's eyes widen and he rushes to catch your collapsing body

"o-oh my god, okay." he grunts as he catches you, arms encircling your frame on instinct

yoongi's mind races, glancing at the sofa and maneuvering to position the both of you on it

"y/n, what happened?" yoongi asks urgently, turning you to face him as you sniffle pathetically

"k-kihyun was i-in bed with a-another w-woman when i got h-home." your breath wavers as you clutch onto yoongi's jacket sleeves

yoongi can feel his heart sink into the bottom of his stomach

kihyun... cheated on you?

in yOUR OWN APARTMENT?!

!!!!

"he what? huh?" yoongi's eyebrows furrow as you bury your wet face in his chest

"why does this always happen to me?" you groan, fist clenching onto yoongi's t-shirt

"how do you mean?" yoongi shakes his head on confusion, a pout on his lips

"why does this always happen to me? i always think i'm good enough and i'm always wrong..." you hiccup, banging your forehead on yoongi's chest

he splutters and grabs you by your shoulder

"not good enough? y/n, kihyun is the one who should be kicking himself because he just lost the most awesome person i know." yoongi stares you dead in the eyes

"god, why does no one love me?"

you-

say what?

"um, hello? i totally love you, like sorta, i guess- BUT i mean, like, as a friend, of course, but you know-"

good god

this is messy

it doesn't really seem like you're paying attention, you shove at him

"i don't wanna talk about it, yoongi." you shove at him and on instinct he lets go, but rises to follow you

"come on, y/n, come back." he reaches for you

"no, i'm going home and i'm gonna kick him out of OUR house and- and-" now, you're seething anger, glancing around expectantly

yoongi grabs a plastic plate and hands it to you

"you can break that if you want-"

you cry out angrily and snatch it from him, slamming it onto the floor

only breaks into, like, three pieces because it's plastic

that was pathetic

you whimper and crouch to your knees, burying your face in your hands and letting out more sobs

yoongi frowns and joins you on the floor

"c'mere." yoongi opens his arms, and you immediately fall into his embrace

no more struggling, only hugs

yoongi feels tears prick his own eyes

"hey. you know what, i was gonna give you these for christmas, but i'll get you something else. i wanna give you these now." yoongi gently pries you off of him to retrieve the gift

you follow him with your eyes as he opens the drawer to his tv stand

they aren't even wrapped yet because, you know, christmas is a few weeks away

yoongi grabs the item and crouches near you again

"i know how much you like reindeer... and i saw these one day and, you know... ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ..." yoongi scratches his neck and avoids eye-contact with you

you pick them up and look at them

they're... reindeer mittens

...

..,,..

they're..

so

CUTE, OH MY GOD-

your eyes water up again and yoongi panics

"you- you don't like them? i mean, i can return 'em-"

"i LOVE them!" you gasp and fling yourself onto yoongi, wrapping yourself around him

"thank you, thank you, thank you!" you cry into his shoulder

yoongi's heart warms and a smile graces his features

"of course, baby. anything for you." he returns your embrace

you smile fondly at the memory, gazing absentmindedly at your mittens

"um..."

you glance up at namjoon to see him raising an eyebrow at you

"aren't you going somewhere?"

you clear your throat and dust yourself off

"right, right. need anything while i'm out?"

"i'm okay. might head home."

you chuckle, "alright, well. help yourself while you're still here."

"will do, have fun." namjoon waves you off

you give him a smile and you're out the door

♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡

this was a mistake

it's cold and you're miserable

you rub your mitten-clad hands together and wrap your scarf over your nose and mouth

you can barely feel your nose, now that you mention it

you're sure you look like the Rudolph on your mittens

you've been successful with the christmas shopping, though

you've bought namjoon the cutest little hoodie with a cartoon bonsai tree with a face on it that says

proud plant parent

you snort just thinking about it

it's a clever joke aND it's alliteration

both of which namjoon loves

and the plant, of course

he loves those, too

you're desperately looking for solace when you find it-

a coffee shop

it must be new, you've never seen it around here before

the caffeine miracle

you chuckle

what a clever name

you grip your shopping bags tightly and push open the door, ringing an angelic-sounding bell and stepping inside

there are a few tables with other people sat at them, sipping quietly on their drinks

you shiver and shake the snow from your hair, shoulders, and overcoat

taking a good look around, you smile

this place is adorable

you pluck off your mittens and shove them into one of your bags, peering around as you make your way up to the counter and-

whoa

the man wiping down the counter glances up at your arrival

well, hello, sir

he smiles pearly white smile and whips his long bangs from his face

oh, his smile is perfect

you're doomed

"hello! welcome in, we serve miracles in a cup. i'm seokjin, how can i help you today?" he tosses the rag over his shoulder and leans quite handsomely on the counter in front of him

in a effort not to stare at the bulging veins in his arms, you stare at his flawless face

not much better to ease your nerves, but it'll do

"um..." you glance up at the menu above him

oh, wow

there are a lot of choices up there

and the menu is so... christmas-y

it's adorable

seokjin tilts his head at you when you don't answer him right away

"ever been to our shop before?" he leans his elbows on the counter and raises an eyebrow at you

"er- no, no i haven't."

seokjin chuckles, "well, of course not. i would have recognized a face like yours. can i provide some guidance?"

you almost miss the first statement from how quickly he asks his question

your mind blanks and you nod dumbly

"alright, then. we have a various, delicious selection of christmas specials this season." seokjin produces a special christmas menu from under the counter and points to each one

"let's see here. we have the candy cane mocha, a fan favorite this time of year. and... oh, yes, snicker doodle, which awfully similar to the gingerbread frappuccino with the exception of a sprinkle of cinnamon atop the whipped cream. oh, and one of my personal favorites, the apple cider latte, which, if you like sparkling cider or anything of the sort, is to die for... and let's see, what else...?"

seokjin taps his chin and you just about melt

honestly, you haven't been listening to seokjin's rant about the seasonal coffee. you've been starting at his cushy, plump lips form around words as he speaks

what a sight

you suddenly wonder if he tastes like coffee

"oh! the eggnog latte, which can be irish if you'd like it to, if you know what i mean." seokjin chuckles at himself and sets the menu down

you blink owlishly and stumble over your words, "well, i don't know. there are so many to choose from."

"alas, a problem so many are confronted with upon entering this shop." seokjin props his chin on his hand and practically watches the gears turn in your head

wowie, you might be the cutest customer he's ever had

he has no problem just patiently waiting for you to decide upon a beverage

"i might just have to come back and try them all." you joke with a giggle, setting your shopping bags down beside you

"well, if that's what will keep you coming back here every day, then be my guest." seokjin's right eye drops in a wink and you feel your stomach flip and your cheeks heat up tremendously

"oh, um, well... then that i will do." you nod

"what can i get started for you first today, hm?" seokjin tilts his head with a soft smile

"right. hm... i quite like gingerbread... i think i'll try that one."

"excellent choice, i'll get started on that. can i have a name?" seokjin plucks a sharpie and a christmas themed cup and patiently awaits your answer

"y/n. i'm y/n." you smile shyly

"ah, y/n. what a lovely name for a lovely girl. i shall have that right out for you." seokjin scribbles your name over the side of the cup and winks at you before beginning on your coffee

you stand and watch him, flustered

what a flirt

you grin widely to yourself and pick up your bags, making your way to the closest table to the counter

immediately, you open your message history with yoongi and begin typing frantically

to: yoonie 🤧{3:08 pm} JFKKDSFDD YOON GUESS WHAT

there's a long moment between his read at 3:09 pm before three flashing bubbles indicate his reply

from: yoonie 🤧{3:11 pm} joon broke something?

to: yoonie 🤧{3:11 pm} no!! i'm not with joon anymore. guess again

from: yoonie 🤧{3:12 pm} we're not rlly gonna play this game, are we?

you almost don't notice the buzz from your phone on the table, watching seokjin's arm muscles flex as he mixes your drink

you fumble with your phone to type a reply

to: yoonie 🤧{3:14 pm} you're lucky i'm too excited to make you play

to: yoonie 🤧{3:14 pm} so i'm at this coffee shop, it's called the caffeine miracle

from: yoonie 🤧{3:14 pm} no surprise there

to: yoonie 🤧{3:15 pm} and! the barista is super cute! yoon, he's so cute i might just melt right here-

from: yoonie 🤧{3:16 pm} alright let's not get carried away. what's his name?

to: yoonie 🤧{3:16 pm} seokjin! his name's seokjin!

from: yoonie 🤧{3:17 pm} sounds like a narcissist

to: yoonie 🤧{3:17 pm} ... come on, yoon!

from: yoonie 🤧{3:17 pm} fine, fine. can you get a picture?

you glance up from you glowing phone screen to see seokjin still hard at work

you groan to yourself and sneak your phone into an acceptable angle and capture the photo as quickly as you can before immediately reassuming your previous position

upon inspection, the photo looks stunning

you get the feeling this man can't take a bad picture

you zoom in and screen shot it before sending it off to yoongi

to: yoonie 🤧{3:22 pm} best i could get

to: yoonie 🤧{3:23 pm} [attatchment: 1 image]

yoongi reads your message, begins to type, then stops

back in his apartment, he gawks at the photo

what the hell?

why is he so good looking?

well, he doesn't expect much less from you

he would never tell you this to your face, but you're probably the most attractive girl he knows, and that's saying something

yoongi has known a lot of girls

never mind that now

but

there's always that little thing

that little thought in the back of his mind that eats away at his soul whenever he thinks of you with someone

he thinks of that time you arrived at his apartment in tears after what kihyun had done

his heart hurts when he thinks of how broken up you were about it, it's been a while since you've even been attracted to someone

he worries about you

but of course he would never tell you that, PFFFTT how would that make him look?

a friend who cares about his friend? neVer

ok maybe a little bit

he slouches on his sofa and stares at the picture of your new crush

well, this seokjin guy certainly is attractive

he'll have to do some investigating

to: y/n 🙄❤️{3:30 pm} not bad

from: y/n 🙄❤️{3:31 pm} i'll never get anywhere with you. i'll come by later, he's done with my coffee, gtg

yoongi chuckles

you sound so excited. he appreciates that

to: y/n 🙄❤️{3:31 pm} k, cya later

you jokingly sigh to yourself and tuck your phone away as seokjin gently slides your coffee across the counter

"y/n?" he calls, mockingly searching the semi-empty shop

you giggle and rise from your seat, raising your hand

"oh, that's me." you scurry over to the counter, playing along

"here you are, m'lady. enjoy." seokjin grins a pearly white grin, watching earnestly as you take your first sip

your eyes grow comically wide and you squeak

"oh, wow! seokjin, this is amazing!" you immediately go to gulp down more

"careful, now. don't want to burn your tongue."

you wince and stop drinking, "too late for that." you grin sheepishly

seokjin chuckles

you're eager, aren't you?

you have a certain energy about you, it's adorable

he really does hope you come back tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that, and so on

he wants to see your cheerful little face in his shop every morning, afternoon, or even evening

ok they aren't open in the evening buT he'll stay open!!! if you'll be there!!!

the wind whistles against the building and the both of you turn to glance out the window

"it's picking up out there. better head home while i can." you grimace, watching snowflakes pelt the window and cover the ground below

"geez, it's really coming down out there." seokjin cranes his neck, feeling sympathy from the warmth of his coffee shop

but he still has to head home in this mess, he only hopes it clears up by the time he closes up shop

"indeed." you pull on your mittens and reach for your bags and your coffee when-

"cute mittens. i love reindeer."

...,,.

.,,.

a match made in heaven if you've ever seen one

♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡

frantic knocks rap on yoongi's door and he groans

"coming." he grunts, heaving himself from the sofa

the knocks continue and he groans louder, "i said i'm coming!"

he yanks open the door to reveal your smiling, rosy face

"you look like you got frostbite."

"hello to you too!" you shove past him and set your bags on the table, taking a very much deserved swig of your coffee

"... come in?" yoongi still stands by the open door, shutting it as soon as he feels the chill of the outside air

"is this the coffee your boyfriend made?"

yoongi calls everyone you're interested your boyfriend, so you don't think much of it when he says it

"wanna try?" you offer him your cup and he hesitates

"you know i only like black coffee." yoongi raises an eyebrow

"i know! just try it." you impatiently shake the cup at him and he takes it with a grumble

"fine, but if i hate it, you have to make me black coffee."

yoongi takes a tentative sip and ponders it a moment

hm

it tastes oddly similar to a gingerbread cookie

and... it's really good?

he takes another sip for further examination and swallows slowly

"hm. not bad." although his taste buds are BURSTING

"mhm, right. well, feel free to have some more if you want." you tease

yoongi presses his lips together, deciding whether or not asking for more would damage his dignity

you watch him as best you can with a suppressed smile

yoongi takes another long gulp and you giggle

"you can have the rest, it's a pretty big size, i can't drink it all."

but it looks like he's already two steps ahead of you, taking the rest for himself

you sigh dreamily and fall onto yoongi's sofa below you, letting your eyes fall shut with a smile on your face

"he's that cute, huh?" yoongi strides over to you, his arms crossed over his chest

"he was stunning. and! he was so sweet, i told him that i wanted to try all the seasonal specials and he wants me to keep coming back." you grin to yourself

yoongi's heart drops into his stomach and his expression falls blank

a sinking feeling of dread settles into his chest

of course; that's why he's being nice to you

he wants to make money off of you

yoongi chews his lip anxiously at the realization, eyes moving from you to different objects around his living room

"uh... yeah, yeah. that's awesome. wanna watch a movie?" yoongi settles in beside you and grabs the remote in a desperate attempt to change the subject

your smile falters as you watch yoongi brush off the conversation like it was nothing

you came over to his apartment to tell him about your experience, and he's just blowing you off

"um... maybe i should just head home." you move to sling your purse over your shoulder and yoongi raises a questioning eyebrow

"but you just got here??" he turns his attention away from the tv and watches you hurry to gather your things

"i have to go." you're already at the door

yoongi sputters to grab your attention, "y/n, wait-"

the door slams and you're gone, and yoongi's left dazed and upset

what the hell?? you just got here, and now you're gone?

yoongi sighs in exasperation and threads his fingers through his ginger hair, glancing at your empty seat and then at the door you exited through

he always gets himself in trouble like this

he's so closed off, and it pushes people away

you're one of the only people who has stuck with him through his distant episodes and snarky remarks

yoongi doesn't want to lose that

he can feel tears stinging his eyes and he groans angrily, hurling the remote onto the sofa aggressively

"whatever." he mumbles, stumbling on to his bedroom for an attitude-adjustment nap

♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡

when you arrive at the coffee shop the next day, it's a little less cheerful than the previous

"welcome in, we serve- oh, y/n! lovely to see you again, dear." seokjin abandons his formalities when he watches you stumble in the shop to seek shelter from the snow

you exhale heavily at the warmth inside, smiling, "hi, seokjin."

seokjin hasn't known you for long, but you're not as cheerful as you were yesterday

maybe something really good happened to you yesterday, so seokjin thinks nothing of it

"what'll it be today, m'lady? might i suggest a warm eggnog latte on this particularly flurry-filled day?" he readies a pen and a festive cup

"you may suggest that, thank you." you slide him your credit card and he quickly swipes it through the machine- a quick and easy process

"penny for your thoughts?" seokjin raises an eyebrow when he notices your lack of a smile

you smile sheepishly, "oh, nothing really. just my ass of a friend, yoongi." you wave him off casually

"i don't mean to pry, but if it helps to talk about it, i'd be happy to listen." seokjin glances over his shoulder as he moves to the coffee machines

"you really don't mind?" you press, turning your fingers over in your hands

"not at all, hon, i'd love to have some company while i work. especially from you." he never fails to slip in a flirty remark at the last moment

"well... where do i start..." you don't exactly want to disclose every detail because mOst of them are about hiM so, that's a big no

"i don't know, i went over to his apartment yesterday and he just seemed so uninterested in what i was talking about, and it was important to me, so i was a little hurt." you pout pitifully and seokjin can feel his heart grow three times in size at the expression

"hm, maybe he just didn't know how to respond. i often mistake uneasiness for someone being uninterested. of course, that's just my experience." seokjin braces himself for the loud hiss of the milk-foam machine, flinching at the noise and waiting for you to continue

"no, no, it's always good to have an outside opinion. thanks, seokjin."

he chuckles, "seokjin sounds so formal. just call me jin." he caps the coffee with a disposable lid and slides it across the counter, where you're already perched as you tell him your story

"your coffee, m'lady. enjoy." he winks handsomely

"ah, thank you, jin. you're right, i like that much better." you take a cautious sip and ponder a moment

"mm... would you... mind making this irish? i might need it." you tentatively slide it back and jin raises an eyebrow

"had a bad morning? don't blame you, relationships are hard." jin mixes in a bit of liquor, but not too much, and hands it back to you

"thanks." you take a longer sip, now

jin snickers, his eyes lingering as you moan in appreciation

"oh, it's so good." you set the cup down briefly as jin tosses the rag over his shoulder

for some reason, you always find that attractive

you need to get a grip

"my pleasure." he places a hand over his heart and smiles charmingly

"relationships are hard, i got out of a really bad one last year." you draw figures on the counter with the tip of your finger

jin glances around to find there's no one else in his shop, so he decides to press a bit further

"how bad? like, 'doesn't put the toilet seat down' bad or 'got his ex a diamond necklace for her birthday and you a mug' bad?" he tries

you snort, "'cheated on me in our bed' bad." you disclose

"oh! geez, i'm sorry. i wasn't expecting that." jin scratches the back of necks

"it's okay, neither was i. sorry to just drop that on you like that." you stammer

"if it makes you feel any better, men are idiots." jin sympathizes

you scoff, "what makes you any better, huh?" you tease, sipping on your coffee

"i didn't say i was. i can be an idiot, too." jin chuckles, raising his hands in defense

"from what i know about you so far, i wouldn't say you're an idiot." you shrug casually, not giving a second thought to your comment

"i dunno, i've done some stupid things." jin sighs exasperatedly

"oh yeah? do tell." you lean forward on your elbows

"mm, fine. but you have to promise me something if i do." he wags a finger at you

"what's that?" you sip on your coffee once more

"in exchange for my secrets, i want your number."

you nearly spit out your coffee, choking on the subtle amount of alcohol in it and hurriedly taking another sip to wash it down

"y-you want my number? me?" you point to yourself dumbly

jin nods with a snicker, "yes, you. think it's a fair trade?"

"only if your so-called secrets are worth it." you tease

"oh, they're very worth it. in my opinion, anyways."

"fire away, then."

it's been

3 hours

you've been in his shop for 3 hours and you haven't even noticed

you're doubled over with laughter, pounding your fist on the counter as jin tries his hardest to contain himself, but he simply can't

"so- oh god, so you-" you can barely finish your sentence

"no! no, we don't need to go over it again." jin begs, his eyes creasing, his cheeks sore from constant smiles

"oh, i think i need to go over it again." you insist, struggling to catch your breath

"so, let me get this straight. you- you never sent her flowers."

"i had only know her for two weeks! we weren't even dating yet. don't get me wrong, i liked her, but-"

"so-so she sent herself flowers every day at work? and you worked together? how were you not supposed to find out?" you lean forward in disbelief

"beats me! i walked past her desk every day! well, not anymore. i quit after that whole ordeal."

"and- and the cards were signed with your name? that's terrible!" you cackle with your head thrown back

"and when i told her i knew, she went berserk and threw herself on the floor, sobbing! it was like a child's tantrum." jin takes a breather and sips on a coffee he'd made himself in the midst of your conversation

over the course of your conversation, you've become quite fond of jin's laugh; a contagious sound

almost like a windshield wiper, or a damp cloth wiping glass clean

"oh, god." you wipe at the tears in your eyes, "i thought this was supposed to be you telling me about stupid things you did." you remind yourself

"well, yeah but-"

"it just sounds like you've had some crazy exes. so far, you haven't told me about anything you've done to upset anyone."

jin's brows furrow, "i suppose you're right," come to think of it, he can't recall a time he's upset a partner enough for them to break it off themselves

"you haven't done stupid things, jin. you've had stupid partners."

"you can say that again." jin scoffs mockingly

you take a deep breath and wipe another stray tear, "for what it's worth, i think you'd be wonderful with the right partner."

the mood has calmed down a bit from your fits of laughter

you just conveniently miss the way jin's eyes flit down to your lips for a fraction of a second

"you don't say..." his plush lips tug upward in a soft smile

you happen to glance down at your watch

"oh, wow. i've been here for hours." you straighten

jin glances at a clock on the wall near the pair of you, "you're right. i've got to close up soon." he sighs

"well, i guess i should-"

"wait a second- what about our deal, huh?" jin wiggles his eyebrows

"what deal- oh! right, you want my number."

honestly, you thought you hallucinated that conversation but apparently you didn't

"yes, ma'am. it would be my honor." he simpers

jin hands over his phone and you put your number in, giving yourself a fun contact name before handing it back to him

"y/n with a coffee emoji. i love it." jin tucks his phone back into his pocket

"felt fitting." you shrug simply

"very fitting. i'll text you to make sure it's right, yeah?"

"sure thing. i had a lot of fun, jin. see you tomorrow?" you slip on your mittens, ready to head back out into the flurry

"looking forward to it, y/n." jin gingerly waves you off as you swing open the door, the little bell jingling as you exit

despite the snow and wind blowing against your skin, your cheeks and your heart feel warm

♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        

shopping is difficult

especially guilt shopping

you feel really bad for leaving yoongi without even a little explanation

you know he's trying. really hard, in fact

you're not even sure that he understood you were upset in the first place and then you just left him feeling responsible-

oh god, okay calm down

you and yoongi's love language has to be gifts, because both of you always feel better when the other presents them with a heartfelt gift

but that poses the question: what do you get him?

yoongi's not entirely expressive, so it's not exactly easy to shop for him

clothes? he doesn't really care about his appearance unless it's important

understandable

food? too cheap

nick-knacks? what would he even like? he's not like your university friend, jungkook, obsessed with marvel and video games

a song? well, he loves music but how skilled would you be at making a song? not a chance

maybe you should make him a mixtape

no, that's too netflix couple-y

and then, shopping in the endless department store...

you see it

that's... perfect

you yank it off the rack and rush to the cashier to check out

♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        

you hurry into jin's shop the very next morning as you didn't have time to wrap it last night, but you need help

how are you supposed to wrap a hoodie?

you are in desperate need of help

jin's head snaps up when he hears the bell ding and a bell dings in his chest

oh yay, it's you :) he's been waiting every so impatiently

"hey there, y/n, you're in early. what'll it be today?" jin plucks a christmas cup from the stack and readies a sharpie

"candy-cane mocha, thanks, jin!" you fling your supplies onto the largest table and begin to organize it all

jin watches you with wide eyes, "whoa, busy?" he teases

you groan, "yeah... i felt bad about yoongi and i got him a hoodie and i have no idea how to wrap a freaking hoodie so- here i am."

you take out a measuring tape and scissors

jin grimaces as he watches you measure the hoodie and then the wrapping paper

he glances around the shop and notices that it's empty

thank god, he doesn't wanna work today

but of course, he's always happy to make coffee for you

"if you want, when i'm finished with your coffee, i can help you. i'm a pretty decent wrapper." jin offers kindly

you let out a groan of relief, "oh, really? you're a lifesaver, thank you." you continue to measure

"maybe... you should wait until i join you." jin suggests as nicely as he can

you nod in agreement, "that's probably best."

when jin is finished, he strides over with you coffee and places it on the table next to your supplies, "extra peppermint shavings, just for you." he winks

"yay, thanks." you take a greedy sip and moan in appreciation

"caffeine and peppermint, always a nice combination." you giggle

"so, first of all- may i see the hoodie?" jin claps his hands together and unties his apron from behind his back and drapes it over the chair behind him

you hand him the hoodie and explain the intent of the wording on the front

"that's... very clever, actually. i have a feeling he'll like it." jin smiles handsomely as he hands it back to you

"thanks... i'm really hoping he will." you smile weakly

"did the hoodie come in a box?" jin peeks into the bag sitting next to you

"yeah, but i wanna wrap it so-"

"then wrap the box."

..,,.

,,...

"ohhh! that's so much easier." you put the scissors down and cover your face, feeling embarrassed

jin chuckles at your antics and digs through the bag to retrieve the box

"don't worry, it's only a little easier." jin indicates how easy with his fingers

you laugh at yourself as you hand him the hoodie to fold in the box

once he has the hoodie in the box, he rounds the table to stand behind you

"can i show you something cool?" he offers, and you nod blindly

"okay so, i'll stand here and take these..." his voice lowers as he nears you, picking up the scissors and giving them to you, then placing his hand over yours and positions it at the start of the wrapping paper sheet

you straighten as you feel his chest pressing into your back and his breath on your ear, sending shivers down your spine at the proximity

it's like that scene from ghost but instead of vase making, it's wrapping gifts

and instead of patrick swayze, it's seokjin

so much more romantic, if you do say so yourself

"watch this." he whispers, opening the scissors and cutting the paper

but then

the scissors glide

they glide with a satisfying ssssshhhhHHHH all the way to the end in a perfect line

"and that's how you cut wrapping paper." he chuckles

:0

"whoa! that was awesome! how do i do that?" you gasp, fumbling to take the scissors and do the exact same thing

"just open the scissors and... glide."

you open the scissors, position them at the start of the wrapping paper and-

gliiiiiiiiiddddeEEEE-

you squeal and clap your hands, "i did it!" you giggle

"you did!" jin chuckles

you spin around and hug him tightly around the neck

jin nearly chokes on air at the unexpected show of affection and he doesn't know where to put his hands

like- should he touch you? is it too soon?

well, you are the one hugging him, so-

the anxiety flooding your body drains when jin reciprocates the embrace

you break away after a moment, "sorry, i don't know where that came from."

jin clears his throat and he swears he could cut the tension with a dull butter knife

"no problem, none at all." did that make sense? he sure hopes it made sense

over the next half hour, you and jin try your best to wrap this apology gift without getting too silly in the process

jin glances up at one point and raises a brow, "how did you get tape on your nose?"

you cross your eyes adorably and spot the tape resting on the tip of your nose

"no idea." you shrug and reveal your hands, each finger with a strip of tape attatched to it

"y/n, you don't need this much tape to wrap a present." jin reaches over and starts plucking tape off your fingers

"then how does it stay together??" you're mesmerized by his fingers as they brush against yours to remove the tape

you notice the crooked nature of his slender fingers but you couldn't find it more charming as he takes your wrist in his hand to steady your own, pulling tape from your skin

"with precise wrapping and expert folding. you should need about three pieces of tape."

"wow. teach me your ways."

to be honest, you're not paying attention to a word jin says as he wraps the box, watching the way his lips curve around certain words and his hands move as they fold and seal the wrapping paper to the side of the box with ease

",,, and there you have it, a neatly wrapped gift."

and you have no idea what he did

but it looks beautiful

"y/n?" he calls you back into reality and you meet his eyes

his pretty, chocolate brown eyes-

ok, down girl

"hm?" you tilt your head and jin simpers

"you're cute. yoongi's gonna love this."

if you were a cartoon character, the top of your head would have blown off and steam would be coming out of your ears

you, my friend, are head over heels

♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        

you tentatively knock on yoongi's apartment door, chewing on your lip

the door opens a crack and reveals a very disheveled, bare-faced yoongi

oh my god, it takes all of your self-control not to just burst inside and squish his little dumpling cheeks-

"oh, hey."

you toe the floor nervously and hold up your shopping bag

"i got you something. to say sorry." you blurt

yoongi looks down at it and confusion washes over his features

"oh... you don't really have to do that-"

"yes, i do."

"i can't accept this-"

"just take the damn bag, yoongi." you shove it into his arms and he takes it instinctively

"uh- okay, come in, i guess." yoongi stands aside to let you inside

"okay, so for this to work, you gotta close your eyes and put it on." you instruct

yoongi's brows furrow, "i don't know if i can put it on with my eyes closed-"

"pleaaaaaaAse just do it." you beg with pleading eyes

yoongi sighs and digs into the bag, pulling out a very neatly wrapped box and tearing into it

he does his best not to take a peek, shutting his eyes and slipping the hoodie on his body

you scurry over to his left and wait for him to open his eyes

"can i open my eyes, now?" he groans

"yeah, go ahead."

yoongi opens his eyes and immediately looks down at his hoodie

it reads:

i'm with stupid ->

and you're standing to his left, on the receiving end of the arrow

"okay, i know it's kind of dumb and cliché, but i couldn't find anything you wanted and then i saw this and i was like, 'oh, hey, i'm pretty stupid for just running out on him like that' and i didn't even think about buying it when i did, and-"

your voice dwindle into silence when you notice yoongi's shoulders shaking

oh god, he's crying- hE'S NEVER CRIED BEFORE, ABANDON SHIP-

oh, wait, he's not crying

he's,,, laughing?

he lifts his head and you catch sight of his gummy smile, watching as he throws his head back and lets out a full blown cackle

"wha- are you laughing?" you can't help but attempt to hold in your own laughter as his tends to be very contagious

"oh my god!" yoongi laughs, bending over and placing his hands on his knees for support

"don't laugh at me! i said it was dumb!" you scold mockingly

"it's funny cause it's true!" yoongi howls

he-

"this is the best piece of clothing i've ever owned." yoongi wipes his stray tears and you groan

"okay, i thought you would be like 'y/n, it's okay! you're not stupid, now let's hug it out!' not laugh at me!" you whine, stomping your foot

"we can hug it out, but you're still stupid." he pulls you into a very unexpected hug and you squeak

he smells like store-bought hoodie but you can overlook that

"you were stupid... but i was stupid too." yoongi's voice comes out small from behind you as he embraces you and you can feel your lips tug up in a grin

"yeah, you were." you rub his back soothingly

"glad we're on the same page." he pulls back and holds you at shoulders length

"me too." you grin widely

then his smile starts to fade, and your brows furrow in concern

"what's wrong?"

yoongi sighs and scratches the back of his neck, "just thinking about why i wanted to change the subject so quickly when you brought up seokjin..."

"why? is something wrong?" you start to worry

"i don't know. c'mere, sit with me."

you nod and place yourself on the sofa beside him, patiently awaiting his explanation to his anxiety

"i want you to know... that i'm your friend, and i just want to do what's best for you, and none of what i say is meant to hurt you-"

"yoongi, you're scaring me. what's going on?" you plead

"it's not about me, i promise... it's just that... seokjin..."

"seokjin what?" you press

yoongi bites his lip and exhales, "listen, i know you really like him and stuff but... i think he might... be trying to,,, make money off you?" he phrases his statement like a question

you stare blankly at him as you try to process what he's just said

seokjin... trying to make money off of you? it doesn't make any sense

"what? what do you mean?" you sputter, a little disoriented by his declaration

"i mean he might be treating you nicely because he wants you to spend more money there. don't get me wrong, i don't know him, but i just don't want to see you get hurt again." yoongi takes both of your hands in his as he gauges your reaction

you think about it for a second

jin couldn't be ripping you off

he wants you to come back every day and try a new flavor and he's even flirting with you when you compliment him and-

...

oh

oh no

oh no

that's exactly what he's going

he's using flirting as a sales tactic

you gasp in realization, rising to your feet so quickly that it startles yoongi

"oh my god."

"y/n, i promise i wasn't trying to make you sad, i just-"

"you're right."

yoongi goes quiet

"you're so right." you say again

you tuck your arms under one another and chew on your lip

oh, no

yoongi wishes he never told you

"how could i be so stupid? it's so obvious now!" you groan, feeling anger, hurt, and sadness bubble up under the surface all at once

"hey, you're not stupid, y/n-"

"yes i am! you even just told me i was!"

yoongi looks down at his hoodie

okay he loves it but this is not the best time to be wearing it

"you know that was a joke!" yoongi whines and you resume your position on the sofa next to him

"i know, i know... i guess i'm just hurt. i really thought he liked me." your bottom lip quivers and yoongi is quick to pull you into a side hug

"hey, you don't have to go back. you never have to see him again if you don't want to."

you sniffle

"but i want his coffee."

yoongi rolls his eyes, "i'll go get you coffee from him yeah?"

you smile weakly, "really? it's good coffee." you giggle quietly

"sure. but you owe me." he teases

"don't go right now. just wanna stay here."

"okay, baby. i got you."

♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        

it's been about a week since you've wanted coffee from the caffeine miracle

yoongi's been asking, but you've always turned him down

it reminds you of how embarrassed you should be for believing jin liked you

"how about today? feeling up for jerk coffee?"

yoongi doesn't use his name, just 'jerk'

you giggle over the phone, "fine... i guess i have to go back to my addiction at some point."

"that's my girl. what kind do you want?" you can hear yoongi leave his apartment on the other line

"um... get me the snickerdoodle one? i haven't had that one yet."

the reminder of your daily flavor testing makes your chest ache

"snickerdoodle in a coffee? sounds like it could make your teeth rot, but alright." yoongi sighs

you already feel better

"thanks, yoongs. talk to ya later."

"bye, babe."

yoongi arrives at the caffeine miracle, staring up with and open mouthed expression at the name

he scoffs to himself and forces himself inside

the bell dings and jin's head snaps up immediately

oh

it's not you

his hopeful expression immediately fades when you don't walk in the door

you've been gone all week with no explanation

he even texted you a few times to make sure you were even alive

the day you wrapped presents together, you told him you'd be back the next day

but you weren't

and he thought, hm, maybe today isn't a coffee day for you, tomorrow might be

but it wasn't

and neither was the next day

or the next day

or the next-

you get the idea

and that's fine, although he would love to see you every day, he understands you have a life

but you didn't even tell him

he supposes you're not obligated to tell him, but it would have been nice

then he started to think about other possibilities

what if he scared you off?

with showing you how to glide the scissors? or outright calling you cute?

he's never been that forward before, but you're really different to him

he really likes you

"hi, welcome in, what can i get you?" jin puts absolutely no enthusiasm into his greeting for yoongi

huh

yoongi remembers you describing him as way more energetic and upbeat than he is right now

"um..." yoongi glances at his phone, "can i get a.. snickerdoodle latte? i think..." he mutters the last part

jin's heart sinks a little

now, for some reason, all of the christmas special orders that you haven't had so far remind him of you

:(

"sure. can i get a name?" jin sighs and plucks a cup off the stack

"yoongi."

jin's hand freezes with the sharpie

"something wrong?" yoongi observes his reaction cautiously

"are you... by any chance... y/n's yoongi? ah- i mean, do you know a y/n?"

yoongi's eyes grow wide

shit

he wasn't meant to be literally caught

... of course you would talk about him with jin

"umm... yeah? why do you ask?"

jin fumbles with the cup and yoongi's eyes grow even wider, more confused than ever

"h-how's she doing? is she ok?" jin blurts quickly

yoongi glances around nervously

"uh... yeah, she's fine, i guess. i'm just... getting her a coffee."

he definitely shouldn't be disclosing this information right now but what the hell

"i don't mean to be nosy or anything but... why hasn't she been in? is there something wrong?"

oh god, he sounds so nosy right now

yoongi's heart falls out of his ass at the realization

jin actually likes you and is concerned about where you are

oh he screwed up

he has royally fucked up

"do you like y/n?"

the question is sudden and it catches jin off guard

"well, um, like is such an interesting word-"

"just answer the question, man."

"yes, yes i do." jin sighs in defeat

yoongi groans loudly, "damn it to hell." he curses

"what, is something wrong?"

"yeah. i told her you were trying to make money off her and i didn't wanna see her get hurt again-"

jin stammers, "i-i'm sorry, you what? you told her what, now?"

he can't believe what he's hearing

you know what

your friend yoongi is an ass-

"i didn't know you actually liked her! i mean, it's not like it was impossible but it seemed very likely!"

"oh, god! what am i supposed to do now?"

the pair of them are most definitely being way too loud because the other patrons are starting to stare

jin swears- the one time he's got other customers is when he's having a shouting match with his crush's best friend

wait-

yoongi leans on the counter and grumbles, "oh... i have to fix this."

"uh, yeah!" jin agrees

yoongi looks up at jin and an idea flickers to life in his mind

"i know. you can fix this."

"me? ho-how am i supposed to fix something you messed up-?"

"yeah, yeah, shut up, i'm gonna tell you."

♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        

you sigh, thoroughly bored in your apartment as you wait for yoongi to arrive with your coffee

wtf is taking him so long-

as if on cue, your door opens and yoongi saunters in

although, he's coffee-less

"wha- where were you? where's my coffee?"

that's your first concern?

"hi to you too. i didn't get your coffee." yoongi states bluntly

"t-that's the whole reason you called me. you're joking, right?"

you haven't had caffeine in far too many days and you could get really mad about this if you wanted to

"i know, i know. thank me later." yoongi waltzes past you farther into your apartment and you stand there, bewildered

???? hello??? caffeine where r u?

suddenly, a knock comes to your door

?????????

this better be the coffee delivery man-

you open the door and you stand face to face with-

the coffee delivery man, ironically

aka jin

jin!!!11!!!1

h-?????

"hi. i know you hate me, but listen to me-"

"how did you get my address-"

"that's not important right now, i just need you to listen

you sigh, "fine... i'm listening."

jin smiles widely, "okay! um,,.. okay, i wasn't expecting to get this far-"

"seokjin."

"i brought you coffee!" he blurts, thrusting a cup of steaming coffee in your direction

you would normally be excited if you were brought coffee like this but you're a little more confused right now

"i know... yoongi told you that i was only flirting with you because i wanted to sell to you."

...

that son of a bitch-

"but! it's not true." he quickly adds

you cock your head, "it's not?"

"no! not at all, i really... really like you. i think you're cute, funny, and clumsy but that's still cute and- oh, god. here." jin hands you the coffee

you take it gently and raise your brow, "thanks-?"

"open it."

"it's... coffee, jin... i don't know if i wanna open-"

"just- just open the lid. please."

you can see the anxiety written across his features so you do as you're told

you pop open the lid and-

there sits the most beautiful latte art you've ever seen

and... it's a reindeer

"it's an apple cider latte with a reindeer because i know you have those mittens with reindeer on them and i figured you really like them because you're always wearing them, and apple cider is the best coffee we have so i thought- maybe- you'd like it? of course i understand if you don't and-"

you set the coffee down on the table near your door and jump at jin, grabbing his face in your hands and smashing his lips against your own

jin grunts and bends forward slightly to meet your height, eyes widen open in surprise

close your eyes, idiot, she's kissing you!

jin obeys his mind and allows his eyes to flutter shut, relishing in your soft, cinnamon flavored chapstick against his lips

you, on the other hand

are mellllllting

he tastes like pure coffee beans and you love that

and his lips are as plushy as you imagined them

yes, you imagined them

who wouldn't

you both break away for air

"hi, pretty girl." jin's confidence seems to be restored

you giggle and place another peck on his lips

"thank you... i should have texted you." you pout

jin takes this opportunity and kisses your pout away

"i understand. i'm just happy to be here now. speaking of which, i left jimin in charge and he's never been in charge before, so-"

"he'll be fine." you drag jin by his collar inside and shut the door behind him

taking him by surprise, you unwind yourself from his neck and clear your throat

"excuse me for a moment." you spin on your heel

"MIN YOONGI! I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!"

yoongi's already hiding in the bathroom

jin smiles

yeah, that's his girl

want to read more? check out my masterlist 💜

how can i make your dreams come true? request something 🌹

have any questions? ask me here 💌

like what you read? leave a like 🤍, or better yet, reblog or comment any feedback you might have

[jungshookz]

barista!jungkook

⚠️hey hey!! if this is your first time visiting the blog and this is one of the first fics you decided to read during your stay here i assure you there are better finds in the library/drabbles masterlist :’)) with that being said, whether or not you want to read this fic is entirely up to you and obviously i can’t stop you from reading this but please be warned that this is a very poorly-written old fic that i am not proud of at all and also doesn’t reflect my writing habits today!! ⚠️

so first things first you are very much the type of person that likes to stick to a routine

you are comfortable knowing what’s coming

basically you’re not the biggest fan of spontaneity and surprises because that kind of gives u anxiety

an example of your daily routine is going to that cozy coffee shop a couple blocks away from your apartment

you like it there because it’s never overcrowded and you use it as a study space

you know most of the people working there and they don’t mind you hanging out there for like 6 hours straight

and you always get the same drink

a caramel macchiato

with only one shot of espresso (otherwise the coffee taste is too bitter but if you’re extra tired you’re willing to go for two shots)

six ice cubes

¾ skim milk

¼ whole milk

no whipped cream

a sprinkle of cinnamon on top (like just a dash it can’t be mOre than a dash)

caramel drizzle on the bottom of the cup along with the sides

vanilla syrup as well

so imagine your surprise when you don’t see the usual barista (his name’s jimin n he’s a sweetheart) standing behind the register

your heart rate immediately spikes when you see this other person……… you squint to read his name tag………. j…ungk..,,ook

jungkook

okay

okay okay don’t panic

you look around and jungkook’s the only one behind the counter

does that mean he’s in charge of drinks too

i mean it makes sense because it’s only 8 in the morning so there aren’t that many people just yet so it’s perfectly logical to just have one barista but still

where the H*CK is jimin

your hands are getting kind of clammy

who’s going to make your drink?? you can’t trust this jungkook person

sure he’s like mildly attractive and he seems like a friendly guy

and he has a really nice smile

and soft brown eyes 

softer looking chestnut hair

okay he’s very attractive

when it’s your turn you brush away all the distracting thoughts and you tell jungkook your order

he looks kind of flustered and you feel a little bad watching him scribble things onto the cup and then cross things out and etc

jungkook asks you for your name

you kind of blink at him because no one usually asks for your name because they already know who u r

a second goes by and you’re like oh it’s, uh, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….. y/n. yes. that is. my. name. yes.

jungkook kind of chuckles a little and is like don’t worry i forget my name all the time

he thinks u kinda cute

the way your cheeks flushed when you couldn’t remember your own name was adorbz

he worked at another place downtown but it was too busy and hectic so that’s how he ended up here

so far he’s digging this job!! everyone’s really nice and he knows how to work a coffee machine but uh

your order is

not as simple as he’s used to

there is a line starting to form and he’s kind of panicking because there’s no one to help him so he whips up your drink in like two minutes when usually it takes like six minutes

he calls your name and you pick up your order and head to your normal spot

your… normal spot….

wHERE IS YOUR NORMAL SPOT

omg

you didn’t even notice the cafe’s been reorganised

what kind of monster would-

you’re standing in the middle of the cafe like a child who lost their mother at the supermarket

you like hiding in the corner but your table is gone and now you have no choice but to move to sit by the window

where people can sEE your laptop screen while you work

ugh

ugh!!!

you’re kind of grumpy now as you plop down and get all your books and pens out and you turn your laptop on

at least you have your coffee

ah

you take a sip and

????

skfhkjasdsn

??????????

first of all there is way too much coffee in there

and you don’t taste the richness of whole milk

there are at least 10 ice cubes in this cup

and is that

is that nutmeg on top

it is

it’s nutmeg

you look over and jungkook’s not by himself anymore but he’s still working the register

and you’re not going to complain about your drink because you hate confrontation but

ooOH you need a good coffee for a good day

okay whatever it’s fine

over the next couple of days you come to the realisation that this jungkook person isn’t going anywhere anytime soon

you came to this conclusion because

literally everyone loves him

he dropped a cup of coffee coffee once and jennie was immediately like oh let me get that for you!!

he was sweeping the floors and bumped his hip into the table

lisa practically launched herself over the counter to ask if he was alright

you always roll your eyes when you see something like that

he’s a grown man for christ’s sakes

basically everyone wants to be his friend or wants to fuck him or wants to be him or whatever but honestly

you’re still waiting for him to get your order right and

“y/n?” you look up when jimin calls for you and you’re like :-))) teehee finaLLy jimin’s making my coffee again

you go over to the counter and- where did jimin go because jungkook is holding your coffee for you

“I’m 100% sure i got it right this time” he tells you

he doodled a little flower next to your name and that’s actually really cute

jimin usually just purposely spells your name wrong

you take a sip and

(it’s nutmeg again on top but jungkook looks so proud of himself and you can’t bear to reject the coffee)

“finally! it only took you a month and a half.” you joke and take another sip

so it kind of goes on like this for the next couple of weeks

jungkook starts making your coffee

jungkook makes sure your corner is all nice and clean before you get there (he never tells you that but you always notice when the table has a extra shine to it) ((jimin told him to reorganise the cafe and bring your corner table back before you combusted))

jungkook’s always there in the mornings with the happiest of smiles on his face

you find yourself starting to feel feelings that you’ve never really felt before??

like you looked up from your screen one time and jungkook was fully staring at you fondly (because your lips always purse when you’re focusing and you get that cute nose wrinkle) but then he snapped out of it and pretended that he was focusing on a speck of dust on the counter

it made you uwu

one time you dropped a pen and jungkook immediately rushed over to swoop it up for you

on one particular day

you’ve been there for the whole day and people are starting to file out and you don’t want to leave the cafe because not only have you been super productive but jungkook looks extra handsome today

you make up an excuse and tell him your wifi at home is busted and you’d much rather stay after hours if that’s okay with him

jungkook’s totally fine with it

he’s usually pretty confident when it comes to talking to someone he’s interested in but for some reason he’s kind of nervous around you

like… he doesn’t know what to talk about for some reason his mind is just [white noise] and then it’s like jungkook.exe has stopped working

it is the exact same for you but in your defence you have had no experience with cute boys (except jimin but jimin’s different) so it makes sense that you’re blanking out

so the two of you kind of spend the next hour in silence where you’re scribbling stuff down in your notebook and jungkook’s sweeping and mopping around you

he makes a hot chocolate for you and it’s on the house

he even put marshmallows on there for you

there’s another brief moment of silence where it’s just the sound of your pen on paper and jungkook walking around

he pauses and suddenly

“hey so do you like jimin are you guys a thing”

you glance up at him and you want to start laughing at how ridiculous that question is

jungkook’s like omg i want to die why did i ask her that she probably thinks i’m an idiot or something i should have never said anything AHAHhHHH

you’re like me?? and jimin?? chimchim?? the one that’s always flirting with you???

jungkook’s also like ?? wat u mean

ur like why do u think jimin always smacks ur ass everytime you walk past him

jungkook: i thought that was a normal bro thing

and ur like nah we’re not a thing he just used to make my coffee for me all the time but it seems like someone else has taken that job over

jungkook’s all :-)) teehee that’s me but he nods cooly and begins sweeping the nonexistent dust around your table again

and you’re not the boldest person in the world and u hate taking risks because comfort zones are (duh) comfortable but then

“but i definitely like you”

jungkook freezes and his eyes grow bigger than saucers

you count three seconds before you go into a panic mode

“wow what was that that must’ve been the wind or something hahah that’s like weird isn’t it”

“i like u too” jungkook says quietly, and he kind of tilts his head and smiles shyly and in your head you’re like holy fUCK you are so cute

so the two of you kind of stare at each other for a moment before jungkook’s like ah fuck it

and he drops his broom and cups your cheeks and leans down and plants his lips on yours

the pen drops from your hand and your eyes flutter shut and wow you wanna die (but in a good way)

you spend the rest of the night hanging out in the coffee shop (and occasionally kissing)

:-)

everytime you get your coffee jungkook refuses to give it to you until you give him a kiss

and you get all blushy and flustered but you do it anyways because u luv ur barista boyfriend

jungkook definitely changed you for the better

you can admit that you used to be a little bit of a hard ass like when jimin messed up your coffee order that one time and you forced him to remake it while meticulously watching him even tho he had like 4 other customers to tend to

and also

the sprinkle of nutmeg lowkey tastes better than cinnamon

bonus!

jungkook teaches you how to work the coffee machine and make your own drink if he somehow screws it up again

he’s standing behind you and has one hand on your waist while the other is helping you out with buttons and knobs

it’s like that scene in ghost with patrick swayze and demi moore except you’re making coffee and not a vase

he kind of gets distracted and begins planting kisses down the side of your neck as you push the button and watch the espresso gush out from the nozzles

there’s no one in the coffee shop and jungkook highly wants to take advantage of this opportunity

you ask him how to get the milk foam stuff and jungkook’s like hm?? what?? idk i’m busy and he kind of squeeze your hips and pushes himself against you

you know exactly what he’s trying to do

while jungkook’s busying himself with pressing kisses to your neck you figured out how to get the milk foam and you swipe a dollop onto your finger and proceed to suck it off your finger and jungkook swears he’s never seen something so hot before

he ends up dragging you to the backroom where they keep all the cups and lids and…. ;-)

one time he fucked u over the counter and once jimin found out he was like omg no wonder there were no many goddamn handprints on the counter jesus chrIST

[yoongis-tangerines]

cee i miss you and your fics (even your old ones bc they are comedy gold)

[ms-mazarin]

Words to replace said, except this actually helps

I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.

IN RESPONSE TO Acknowledged Answered Protested

INPUT/JOIN CONVERSATION/ASK Added Implored Inquired Insisted Proposed Queried Questioned Recommended Testified

GUILTY/RELUCTANCE/SORRY Admitted Apologized Conceded Confessed Professed

FOR SOMEONE ELSE Advised Criticized Suggested

JUST CHECKING Affirmed Agreed Alleged Confirmed

LOUD Announced Chanted Crowed

LEWD/CUTE/SECRET SPY FEEL Appealed Disclosed Moaned

ANGRY FUCK OFF MATE WANNA FIGHT Argued Barked Challenged Cursed Fumed Growled Hissed Roared Swore

SMARTASS Articulated Asserted Assured Avowed Claimed Commanded Cross-examined Demanded Digressed Directed Foretold Instructed Interrupted Predicted Proclaimed Quoted Theorized

ASSHOLE Bellowed Boasted Bragged

NERVOUS TRAINWRECK Babbled Bawled Mumbled Sputtered Stammered Stuttered

SUAVE MOTHERFUCKER Bargained Divulged Disclosed Exhorted

FIRST OFF Began

LASTLY Concluded Concurred

WEAK PUSY Begged Blurted Complained Cried Faltered Fretted

HAPPY/LOL Cajoled Exclaimed Gushed Jested Joked Laughed

WEIRDLY HAPPY/EXCITED Extolled Jabbered Raved

BRUH, CHILL Cautioned Warned

ACTUALLY, YOU’RE WRONG Chided Contended Corrected Countered Debated Elaborated Objected Ranted Retorted

CHILL SAVAGE Commented Continued Observed Surmised

LISTEN BUDDY Enunciated Explained Elaborated Hinted Implied Lectured Reiterated Recited Reminded Stressed

BRUH I NEED U AND U NEED ME Confided Offered Urged

FINE Consented Decided

TOO EMO FULL OF EMOTIONS Croaked Lamented Pledged Sobbed Sympathized Wailed Whimpered

JUST SAYING Declared Decreed Mentioned Noted Pointed out Postulated Speculated Stated Told Vouched

WASN’T ME Denied Lied

EVIL SMARTASS Dictated Equivocated Ordered Reprimanded Threatened

BORED Droned Sighed

SHHHH IT’S QUIET TIME Echoed Mumbled Murmured Muttered Uttered Whispered

DRAMA QUEEN Exaggerated Panted Pleaded Prayed Preached

OH SHIT Gasped Marveled Screamed Screeched Shouted Shrieked Yelped Yelled

ANNOYED Grumbled Grunted Jeered Quipped Scolded Snapped Snarled Sneered

ANNOYING Nagged

I DON’T REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER Guessed Ventured

I’M DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM Hooted Howled Yowled

I WONDER Pondered Voiced Wondered

OH, YEAH, WHOOPS Recalled Recited Remembered

SURPRISE BITCH Revealed

IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DON’T WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD Scoffed Snickered Snorted

BITCHY Tattled Taunted Teased

[writing-reigns-deactivated20200]

reblog to save a writer 

[whispersandwhiskerburn]

Reblog because the titles for each category are comedy gold.

[yoongis-tangerines]

reblogging because i wanna have this at all times, this is something i truly STRUGGLE with so i hope it helps some people looking for guidance

[yoongis-tangerines]

waiter!taehyung x stood up!y/n

➼ pairing: waiter!taehyung x reader

➼ genre: fluff, slight humor, bestfriend!jimin, taehyung makes everything better

➼ summary: you haven’t been on a date in a long time and it looks like you’re going to have to wait a little longer, but it’s worth it

➼ word count: 2.9k

➼ what to expect: “well, you can give me one thing in return for your meal being free.”

➼ talk to my characters!

➼ nothing is plagiarized from @host-club-hq​, that’s my first blog

“come on! you haven’t been on a date in, like, a million years.”

you roll your eyes as jimin raids your closet like a starved man

“that’s an exaggeration. it’s been like… one year.” your face falls as you realize that that’s still… a pretty long time

“that’s still pretty bad.” jimin peeks over his shoulder to look at you before he continues to pick out your outfit

“stop talking and keep helping me.” you whine as you sit on the bed with a rather profound pout

Keep reading

[yoongis-tangerines]

hey I love your fics! can you do something where the reader is a badass like sasaengs are scared of her and the member boasts about her to others? thank you💜💜 Have a nice day!

➼ pairing: idol!yoongi x fem!reader

➼ summary: established relationship, reader is less of a badass and more of a tsundere, hope that's okay, teeny little drabble

➼ word count: 2k, short and sweet :)

➼ what to expect: "yeah, actually, taehyung hosted a live yesterday. maybe you should hop off and go watch that one, hm?"

➼ warnings: language?? reader is a bit rude to the vlive viewers (the ones that deserve it anyways)

➼ talk to the characters!

➼ thank you for the request, anon! if you also want to request something, do it here!

➼ THIS IS NOT A TRANSCRIPT OF HIS PTD LA VLIVE! i just picked a random concert for him to do a live after and this one seemed fitting

yoongi starts the live, eyes flitting around the screen as viewers trickle in quickly

"hello." he waves awkwardly, smiling at his awkwardness just a moment after

you're mulling around in his hotel room just off camera with a book and a stoic look on your face

it's a well known fact throughout the fandom that you're yoongi's girlfriend, it's been a public relationship for a little more than a year now

yoongi appreciates that his fans love you, you're very well adored by them

but of course, there are always those fans who are quite jealous of you, but those aren't real fans anyways

and yoongi knows that

in fact, your relationship isn't only good for him, but quite frankly his safety as well

you're a closed off person, you're not very cheerful or bubbly, but yoongi loves you all the same

you tend to..,,,. intimidate people

more on that later :)

"just waiting for everyone to come." yoongi reaches for his glass of wine sitting near him on the table, taking a sip and reading over the multitude of comments, mostly filled with purple hearts and well wishes

and the thirst comments, but those are always good for his ego (however graphic they are...)

it's not long before he sees them: the comments asking where the other members are

it's not like he doesn't mind them, deep down he wishes they would just pay attention to him. if he wanted to bring another member in, he would have already

"how did you all enjoy tonight's concert?" yoongi asks softly, leaning on the table to watch the comments in all the world's languages bombarde him

he and the members have just finished another successful concert in LA, and although he absolutely loves being with his fans and performing with his bandmates, sitting with you alone in a hotel room and winding down is pretty appealing as well

comments of praise filter in pretty quickly, he struggles to keep up with them all

"they're probably not even all home yet." your voice chimes in from the background

yoongi turns to face you, you haven't even glanced up from your book. he turns back to his live

"oh, right." he smiles his gummy smile

"i hope everyone gets home safe. it's probably hectic, fifty thousand people leaving all at one time." he grimaces at the thought, playing with his chain bracelet

you enter his mind again after a moment of silence and he turns back to you

"come here, baby, come sit with me." he pats his lap and gains your attention for a moment

you gently place your bookmark on your page and settle your book next to you on your shared bed, swinging your sock-clad feet over the edge and striding over to your boyfriend, his gummy-grin on fully display as you comply with his request

you cross your arms and raise an eyebrow, seeing there's only one seat and he's sitting in it

he pats his lap again cheekily

"c'mere." he urges again

you roll your eyes and settle down on his lap, flicking your hair over your shoulder and peering into the camera and reading the comments of your arrival

y/n-ieeeee!

💜💜angel💜💜

너무 예뻐요💜💜🤍🤍 (so pretty 💜💜🤍🤍)

милая пара! (nice couple!)

¿estaba ella en el concierto? (was she at the concert?)

you squint, much like yoongi, and nod

"i was there. but i'll never tell you where." you sigh casually, crossing your legs and slinging your arms around yoongi's neck

i thought i saw her! my friends thought i was crazy

yoongi! get us an uber, we're stuck at so-fi! 🚗🚗

service sucksssss, still watching the live tho

okay wait is no one gonna acknowledge that she can read spanish?

yoongi laughs, "she's a woman of many talents." he's so very proud of you, but he'd never say it that way. it makes you feel like he's being condescending, but you know he loves you

there's a comfortable silence as the pair of you read through the constant comments

he can feel you tense suddenly, and he follows your eyes to the comments

and then he sees it

where's taehyungie-oppa? 💜

he can feel the storm brewing right next to him

your tongue pokes inside your cheek in irritation and you hum in mock fascination

yoongi tries to quickly change the subject

"so, um, you guys-"

"hi, um... what's your name?" you squint to read the username, "mrs-kim. yeah, hi. nice to meet you. i think you've forgotten who's hosting this vlive?" you tilt your head, feigning innocence

"y/n-"

"yeah, actually, taehyung hosted a live yesterday. maybe you should hop off and go watch that one, hm?"

as much as yoongi wants to stop you, he can't help but listen, his lips tugging upwards fondly at your attitude

he doesn't mind the comments, he knows he's loved, but it's just fun to watch you get all fired up

yoongi can't help but just stare at you, his eyes landing unabashedly on your lips as you speak

see, this is why your relationship is good for his safety and his management sees no problem with you dating him

you scare people

you're not afraid to put fans in their place when they're out of line

disrespectful shippers, fans of only one member, sasaengs, you name it

yoongi can't remember the last time he saw a sasaeng at the airport or even caught wind of one on their tail

you're also pretty good of... taking care of things

not in a violent way, per say, but he notices when things haven't gone according to plan, one dirty look from you and things are going right again

your type of personality has attracted your own group of little intimidating friends before you even met him

how did you meet him? well, that's something he'll never forget

the only part yoongi doesn't like to admit is he was attending a club in france in disguise

and surprise surprise, someone recognized him from only his eyes in a mask and a beanie

now that he thinks about it, it's actually quite impressive, the dedication that his fans put into his features and recognizing them

he's sure they weren't meaning to swarm him, but they were causing quite a commotion and drawing even more fans over to him

he really just wanted to be alone

and then- that voice he would never forget

"hey, leave him alone. it's like you're all leeches; scram."

once you shove through a few fans (and a few more aggressive ones) the others take a hint and scatter, still whispering to each other and glancing over at him every once in a while

"hope that helps. you looked a little claustrophobic in there. i'll be with my friends if it happens again." you point to your group and start to join them again when he instinctively stops you

"hey! um, thank you... for that. can i- can i buy you a drink?" he gestures vaguely to the bar he's sitting at

he doesn't know what just happened- but he knows he doesn't regret asking

you smirk knowingly, "sure. thanks." you take a seat next to him and inform the bartender of your favorite

the two of you got to talking and he ended up asking for your number

oh, he knew his management and probably namjoon would be absolutely livid when they found out, but who's he to care? he just met the girl of his dreams

and, something he didn't know until much, much later, is that you were actually a huge fan of him and his members

you were very good at keeping that under wraps until he got to know you better, and he appreciated that more than you could know

it wasn't until a little further into your relationship that he started noticing the fangirl traits about you

anyways, back on track with your friends-

your friends know people who know people, if you know what he means

"and if you can't-"

as you go on your little rant, yoongi grabs your chin between his fingers and effectively interrupts you mid sentence by planting his lips firmly on yours

you let out an uncharacteristic squeal at his behavior as his hand hooks under your leg

first of all: yoongi is pretty strict about the limited pda in front of his fans because he knows a lot of them have jealous tendencies (he was the one to tell them they were cheating on him if they had partners after all)

second of all: you're not huge on it either, and he knows that full well

you're still in shock when he pulls away, blinking owlishly as the comments go positively wild

you clear your throat and lick your lips

you don't even glance at the comments flying in before rising off yoongi's lap and waltzing over to your shared bed

"well, i guess we're done here." you hint quite obviously

yoongi can't suppress his grin as he takes one more quick glance at the screen

as much as he loves his fans-

"i'll see you guys at the next concert. sleep well, everyone." he blows a brief kiss and fumbles to end the live before shutting off the camera and joining you in bed

♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        ♡        

it doesn't take the other members long to notice yoongi's chipper attitude the next day, his arms woven around your waist and his chin propped on your shoulder

you're in a relatively quiet part of LA, so as to not draw as much attention as they would in crowded areas

nowhere near so-fi stadium, that's for sure

"handsy today, yoongi-ah?" jin teases as he sets yoongi's coffee on the table, joining the rest of you in your little corner of the coffee shop

yoongi hums in agreement as his hands run up and down your sides, making you squirm

"min yoongi." you scold, swatting at his hands

"sorry. can't help it." he's not sorry in the least, settling his hands on your thighs as you swat at his hand once more

"am i going to have to sit in a different seat or can you be civil?" you turn around to face him with mock seriousness

"yes, ma'am." his roaming hands come to a stop on your hips and they stay there. you nod in approval

"get a room, won't you?" jimin teases, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly

"you guys are just jealous that this woman is dating me and not you." yoongi shrugs, feigning innocence

"mmm, we mustn't be so modest." you tone drips with sarcasm as you run your fingers casually through his orange locks

"i'm actually kind of glad she's dating you... you both scare me when you're together, so perfect match." jungkook teases from his seat

"i scare you, jungkook?" you tilt your head

somehow, the simplest of questions strikes a bit of fear in jungkook's system. he gulps

"... no?" he manages

hoseok bursts into laughter and hits him on the arm, "oh man, that was the most unconvincing "no" i've ever heard." he wipes his tears

"shut up, hyung!" jungkook whines, taking a cautious glance at you

you chuckle, "it's okay, jungkook. i get it a lot." you wink and the maknae's face turns a beet red color

"but you don't scare me." yoongi muses from below you

you raise an eyebrow, "oh yeah? weren't you the one 'yes ma'am'-ing me earlier?" your voice has dropped considerably, and yoongi gulps, similar to jungkook

"yes, ma'am."

want to read more? check out my masterlist 💜

how can i make your dreams come true? request something 🌹

have any questions? ask me here 💌

like what you read? leave a like 🤍, or better yet, reblog or comment any feedback you might have