“do you… trust me?” it’s a low whisper, soft lips pressed against the stuttering pulse in your throat. but you think, or maybe you hope, the implications are trying to delve much deeper into your heart. regardless, your answer has never wavered.
“yes.”
pairing: joseon king!yoongi x reader
genre: smut, angst, fluff
parts posted: 45/45 +1
words: 68k
contains: drabble series, historical au, royal au, romance, drama, the very definition of “it’s complicated,” inspired by daechwita.
a/n: please pay attention to the dates, but read in the order that the drabbles are listed, not in chronological!
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february 1869 {m} - your king takes care of you and his business, no matter who is watching.
Hello!! So it’s my first time requesting on this blog I think and I was wondering if you could write a fluffy but also smutty scenario with Vernon or Seungkwan and y/n? Somewhat casual and romantic at first, like Valentine’s, or a double date with one of the members and then ya know 👌 I’m sorry if this was confusing or I didn’t explain it well. . But I also wanted to thank you guys for all the amazing things you’ve written! ! I’ve very excited to read your future stories!! You’re the best!!!♡
» Smut.
» A double date with Joshua and his date ends with you and Vernon hardly being able to wait to be alone.
» There’s a lot of Seungkwan requests so I went for Vernon with this one 💕
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After two weeks of talking about it, you and Vernon were finally having a double date with your mutual friend Joshua and his significant other. You had been laughing Joshua’s suggestions for a double date off for a good while until Vernon had, one evening, suddenly said that he’d been thinking about it a lot and it sounded fun.
And so, a few weeks later there you were, having dinner at your place, mostly because Joshua really wanted to bring a bottle of wine, and you and Vernon were always up for a more laid back time at home, too.
Once all four of you had eaten and were mainly conversing and enjoying some wine, Joshua grinned, eyeing the way you were absent-mindedly moving your pinky finger over Vernon’s on the table.
A/N: this is from my vault and I meant to put it up on his birthday 😩 but ya girl be busy with life. Oh well.
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My back hit the wall and my brow creases slightly from the force of him pushing me. But I soon forget once Yoongi is stepping up, pressing his body firmly against mine to continue devouring my mouth.
We kiss sloppily at first, all teeth and tongue colliding as we fought for dominance. My hands are already reaching for his zipper eagerly and just when I'm able to get it down, he slaps my hand away.
"Uh uhn...You wait." He scolds against my lips, picking up where I left off but on my zipper. The button pops and the zipper gives way as he pushed his deft hand down and under my panties.
God, I hate him.
But fuck....I love him...
Yoongi wedges his foot between mine, forcing me to widen my stance just enough for him to be able to push his hand deeper beneath my panties. The moment it cups my sex, he groans at how wet I already am. He shifts his middle and index finger against each other, chuckling at the slickness collecting between them.
"This shit turns you on? Pissing me off?" He asks. Before I can think of a response, Yoongi begins toying with my clit. Trapping it between those two fingers for a little squeeze then commencing to rub it.
Up and down.
Side to side.
In a circular motion.
"..mmmhmm.." I whimper as Yoongi sucks my bottom lip between his teeth gently. He pulls back, tugging my lip towards him before releasing it.
"Tell me you want it..." he says softly but there's a darkness in the way his voice deepened that makes me tremble. All I can do is moan against his lips as his fingers teased at my clit.
He pulls his hand away from my heat and begins snaking it up my front, cupping my breast through my shirt briefly before clasping it around my neck.
His other hand replaces his touch between my legs but this time his fingers are plunging deep inside of me, making my jaw drop in a silent cry of ecstasy.
Yoongi leans his head back just enough for him to see my face and his tongue rolls over the inside of his cheek with focus as he finger fucked me slowly.
"Look at you...you wanted me to fuck you so bad, you thought you had to be a lil brat to get it..." he snarks, narrowing his gaze at me. His grip tightens around my throat as he leans in to kiss me again, coaxing my tongue out to tangle with his.
He sighs with satisfaction when my lips latch around his tongue to suck it and he overtakes the kiss moving his lips more fervently.
All the while his fingers are stroking my walls, slow and intentional, making my arousal mount with every delicious movement.
He pulls away, causing a thin string of saliva to stretch and break between our mouths.
"..so fucking nasty, baby..." he whispers, resting his forehead against mine as his fingers picked up their pace. By now, my jeans were halfway down my thighs and the crotch of my panties are soaked from Yoongi's fingers.
My breathing is staggered and heavy, panting like I'm in heat from how horny he has me.
"Baby...baby please.." I mumble and Yoongi hums questioningly as he presses against my sweet spot.
"Tell me you want this dick, baby. You want it so fucking bad...Yeah, you want it, I know." He teases and coos with his lips only a breath away from mine, smirking at the way I squirm and whine against the wall.
He was now rubbing against my g-spot feverishly, damn near moaning at the sounds I was making for him.
My walls clench and hug his fingers the closer he pushed me and just as I'm about to explode, he pulls his hands away from my body. My eyes flutter at his absence and I whine at the subsiding sizzle of my impending orgasm.
Just then, Yoongi lowers enough to hook his arms under my thighs to place around his waist. My body is pushed up on the wall and I drape my arms over his shoulders, reaching up to run my fingers through his silky soft hair that he'd be growing out.
Our lips meet again, only pecking softly as Yoongi held me up by cupping my ass cheeks and he walks us over towards his bed carefully.
He then lays me down and undresses me so lovingly that I forget that we were beefing for a moment. His touch is so gentle and there's a softness in his gaze as he looms over me, studying the features of the woman he just couldn't get away from even if he wanted to.
"You're so beautiful.." were his first words in what felt like minutes. It doesn't come off as a compliment. It's declarative. He says it to me as of it were a fact that he wouldn't dare argue to be anything less.
If I weren't so worked up, I would probably be saying the same from the way he was looking at me so deeply.
After a beat, his soft expression goes resentful and he sits back on his knees to pull his shirt over his head.
"But...I'm still mad. Roll over." He commands before hopping off the bed. I lay there naked, watching him move across the room towards his dresser and he opens the top drawer to retrieve what I can only assume is a condom.
I frown at the shift in his demeanor, pushing myself up on my elbows to watch him push down his jeans and underwear with the condom wrapper trapped between his teeth.
He returns to the bed, not even sparing me a glance until he rips the foil wrapper with his teeth casually.
He perks his brow curiously.
"I gotta repeat myself?" Yoongi asks coldly and for the first time since we'd been fighting, I'm taken aback by how irritated he was. My bottom lip pokes out and trembles a little.
"Why are being so mean?" I ask, attempting to sound vulnerable. Yoongi regards me blankly, blinking slowly before rolling his eyes.
"I'm not being mean...I just asked a question." he sighs.
"You are though. Since we left the restaurant. You've been in this pissy ass mood. I didn't ask Tae to peel my shrimp for me! He just did!" I exclaim, not giving a damn about rehashing it.
Yoongi's eyes shoot to the ceiling.
"And here we go...." he sighs, and I fold my arms over my bare chest defiantly.
"Yes! Here we go! All of this could be settled if you'd just use your words like an adult instead of taking your frustrations out on me through sex. If you want to talk then we can just talk..." I shrug and Yoongi's eyes drag from above, down to his dick then back up at me.
"I don't want to talk. I wanna fuck. You wanna talk." He says callously.
"Because you're treating me like I cheated on you or something. All over some damn shrimp! That I didn't even need help peeling! Tae just volunteered..."
"And you let him..." Yoongi deadpans, his response nearly making me snort. I narrow my eyes at him for a moment, trying my hardest not to focus on how good he looked his pristine milky smooth skin, perfect body, and his hard dick pointing at me.
The fact that it hadn't dropped or bowed since we'd been talking was proving that he was just as turned on by arguing as I was.
Lil freaky ass...
"Well you weren't gonna help me so..." I clap back, sounding just as petty as intended and Yoongi sucks his teeth in disgust.
"You can peel your own fucking shrimp! You're not helpless..." he responds and I make the most childish sound of annoyance known to man.
"Oh my god.... that's not the point!" I huff, pushing myself up from leaning on my elbows to leaning on my hands. Yoongi remains at the foot of the bed, gloriously nude and hard. My eyes flit down to his dick and then back up to his face.
"I know what this is all about though...You're jealous." I state boldly and it takes a moment for Yoongi to respond. His jaw tenses.
"Of who? Tae?" He lifts his brow and I nod.
"Tae. Hobi. Jungkook...anyone near me that isn't you." I shrug.
A few seconds pass and a humorless smirk crosses Yoongi's face, the expression not touching his dark and angered eyes.
"Careful.."
"Why? It's true. You might as well just admit it." I challenge him, drawing my legs up and crossing them sultrily. Yoongi doesn't fall into the teasing gesture, keeping his hardened glare on my face.
"No." He says, sounding more irritated than before.
"Admit. It..." I smirk back at him, tilting my head and biting my lip. I lean back just a bit to rest on my elbows again and Yoongi's eyes drop from my face to my breast, traveling down my torso slowly toward the apex of my thick thighs.
Then he looks back up, locking eyes with me sternly.
"You tryna start another argument or you tryna get fucked? Which is it?"
Oop.
The question halts whatever smart assed response I had ready in the chamber and like a good little slut, I dutifully roll onto my stomach. I then push my ass up and arch my back in the way I already knew he wanted me.
Yoongi remains silent behind me and I resist smirking when I feel the mattress give under the weight of him climbing on the bed. The sound of him pushing the latex circle from the foil packaging is followed by the warmth of his hand grazing over the curve of my backside.
His favorite attribute of mine that even when he hated my guts, he could resist touching. Knowing this, I begin swaying my hips so that my ass jiggles beneath his hand and Yoongi grabs a handful of my ass harshly as if to scold me.
But he says nothing, only pressing his pelvis into me, holding me by the waist with one hand and slapping his dick against the face of my pussy with the other. I deepen the arch in my back and moan softly at the weight of his dick smacking against my sensitive wetness, letting Yoongi know I was ready for him.
He keeps his eyes low, watching his length grow shinier as it's coated with my arousal, rocking himself back and forth to rub his thick shaft against me teasingly.
I grind back against him, winding my hips in the way I knew drove him crazy for an added effect. Yoongi squeezes my cheek again, but this time he pulls his hand back to slap it hard to watch it ripple against his hand.
The sudden blow has me crying out and Yoongi scoffs bitterly at the sound.
"Shut up." He snaps, suddenly entering me without any warning.
Yoongi's dick is thick and it's his girth more than his length that always has me running. He pushes himself deep, anchoring me still by the waist and sinking as far as could go. His tip presses against my cervix, making me stutter against the bedsheets but that only encourages him to go harder.
Yoongi fucked me like he hated me.
Hard and merciless. Snapping into me so that my head damn near hits the wall. He alternates between fucking me fast and slow, most likely for his benefit.
Backshots were his strength and his weakness. He loved the power and dominance he gained from this position but he also was a sucker when it came to watching my ass bounce back against him.
Taking him like a champ, stroke for stroke.
"What happened to all that mouth, huh? All that shit you were just talking...." He grits, fucking me harder for emphasis.
My voice had gone hoarse forever ago and it was barely audible now that Yoongi was pushing me down further with his hands at my waist and his leg propped up on the mattress.
Sweat dripped down his chest, dipping between his and into his naval. His neck-length hair was spiking at the ends and sticking to his forehead and nape in some places.
A visual I wished I could have taken in for myself.
But I barely see anything through my tears and blurred vision. Face down on the pillows with my ass up, I let Yoongi take me over the edge over and over again.
It's after cumming for the fourth time that I can tell he's about to explode. I only know because he becomes less inhibited and the sexy grunts and growls turn into deep pleasured groans. I could probably cum from listening to that alone.
"Ugh...Fuckfuckfuck baby fuck..." Yoongi moans, tipping his head back to shake his sweaty hair from his face. He licks his lips before biting down hard on his bottom lip, fucking me fast and hard as he chased his nut. My moans rival his as we both mumble pleasured expletives in harmony until Yoongi slams himself so deep that I nearly choke.
His jaw drops and he releases an elated exhale, his eyes rolling back as he came deep inside of me. I feel him thumping and pulsing against my walls, and I'm suddenly bitter at the fact that he wore a condom.
Though I could commend him for being precautious and safe, at the moment I would have loved feeling his hot seed dripping from my slit as he pulled out.
I remain in the position since I'm too lazy and stunned to move, and the warmth of his presence abandons me for only a minute. I'm welcomed by a different type of warmth as he wipes over my pussy and inner thighs with a damp washcloth.
Even when he hates me, he loves me.
What a catch.
Giving my ass one more gentle slap, Yoongi pushes me over and becomes the big spoon behind me. He pulls the blanket over us and we lay there naked, my back to his front. His head rests over my hair, putting his lips near the shell of my ear.
"Id peel your shrimp for you, you know...for the record.." I remark sleepily with a sly smirk and Yoongi immediately releases me from his embrace to roll over.
"Wow...what a baby. I was joking..." I giggle, chasing him over the sheets.
"Stop talking..." He murmurs sleepily, but he doesn't resist my touch as I wrapped my arms around his waist to make him become the little spoon.
ExBoyfriendYoongi sighs out the rhetorical, his head leaning back against the head rest of his chair. The warmth of your wet mouth encapsulates him, taking his length as far back as your throat would allow.
Showing up at his studio was risky, especially after the way you two ended. Something about you not being mature enough for what he was offering or your lack of understanding when it came to his schedule. You werent 100% on what really sent Yoongi over the edge, but it was neither the first or last time he’d say he was done. Although you were worried ,even if for a second, that he’d given a tip off to security not to let you up.
You gaze up at him seductively, loving the way Yoongi’s normally stoic expression shifted to parted lips and furrowed brows of ecstasy. It was the main reason you got on your knees for him, to watch him crumble and squirm instead hearing him fuss. To expose the kink in the armor he normally wore to protect himself from women like you.
The beautiful, irresistible, antagonistic kind.
After slurping him up loudly, you pull off of him to go back to stroking his slick shiny shaft. In reaction to your expert touch, Yoongi’s hips lift him from his seat and his lips form a silent ‘o’ as he watches your hands glide up and down. Your lips spread into a sultry smile.
“I know.” you purr, lips still grazing the fat tip of your ex boyfriend’s dick. As you continue to stroke him, Yoongi smirks down at you ironically, perking your brow at your response.
“Aw you just know, huh?” he grunts, bucking his hips a little when you sqeeze his tip.
“Uh huh.” you nod open mouthed as you slide Yoongi’s dick back towards your throat.
“Fuck.” he moans loudly. It was a shame that the room was sound proof and no out outside would hear the way you made him feel.
You might have liked that.
Lewd sounds fill his studio from then. Yoongi’s groans and slurred curses. Your depraved moans, slurping and gawking when your throat is barely capable of handling his length and girth. Everytime his tip went past your tonsils, your watery eyes rolled back.
It was always a sight Yoongi loved.
He abruptly rises from his chair and takes hold of your head, gently at first, his hands resting on either side of your face before pushing himself deeper. You yelp around him at the stretch but dont pull away, merely looking up at him helplessly as he pulls back and fucks into your mouth slowly.
“Ooh shit.. You just know I love this mouth too, dont you?” Yoongi growls.
“Mmmhmm...” he hums knowingly. He takes a fist full of your hair in his hand to keep you planted in front of him and your hands go to lay flat against his thighs. Theres a bit if resistance when his tip hits the back of tiur tgroat particularly hard but Yoongu doesnt let you off easy.
“Uh uhn, this is what you wanted right? Besides come up here, interrupt my work, piss me off even more....” he pauses to grind hus dick into your throat before pulling you off of him. You sputter and cough as soon as youre able to breathe but Yoongi immediately grabs your face, forcing you to look up at him.
“Now that there isnt a dick in your throat, you should be able to talk. Now answer me...” he snaps, that mean look in his eye almost scaring you. If your pussy wasnt dripping down your thighs right now, you might have been.
You blink up at him widely, shiny spit-soaked lips sparkling as much as your eyes.
“This is what I wanted.” you rasp, still panting. Yoongi kisses his teeth as he regarded you with mild disgust before pushing your head back down his length.
“Yeah I bet. Open. Open your fucking mouth..” he growls, not in the mood to hear any more.
Your nose is tickled by the neatly maintained patch of hairs on his pelvis, your eyes watering as the urge to gag mounts.
But you dont. You only take him the way you knew you deserved to.
And after he cums hard and you swallow every drop, he was sure to fuck you into the sleeper sofa behind him. Not gentle at all. Just the way you deserved.
☪GENRE: established relationships,playfully rejecting her until it goes too far, he loves YOUR attention and no one elses, first kiss, cute, fluffy ending
Yoongi and you have always been extremely close and comfortable with one another, the two of you would rarely hang out without the other one being there and it was something you loved. Whenever you were around him you'd be super affectionate with him in subtle ways - that the guys and even Yoongi had noticed.
You'd fix his hair, bring him coffee, lightly tease him about things and shower him with tons of compliments or sometimes even gifts. It wasn't that much of a big deal since it was something you loved doing and it was your love language. Yoongi usually played it off like he did with Taehyung, he'd brush off your gestures in a playful, teasing way. He'd swat your hand away when you were ruffling his hair or sometimes give you a deadpanned comment whenever you complimented him. It was just what he did but they were meant to just be lighthearted, something he did with everyone but he hadn't noticed that it started to chip away at you.
Every swat or deadpan comment chipped your confidence away bit by bit until you were second-guessing everything you'd done for him and wondering if he even cared at all.
"You got something for Yoongi again?" Jimin teases you as you walk into the studio after a long day, he can see the small bag in your hand and that usually means you had a present for one member only. The boys had just finished rehearsals and you saw yoongi scrolling through his phone.
"Maybe," you smirk holding the small bag in your hand. You'd been out that morning when you spotted the perfect gift for Yoongi.
"What is it, Yn? Another one of your 'special gifts'?" Yoongi questioned with a lazy smirk plastered across his face, secretly adoring that you'd gotten him something he was going to put with all of your other gifts. Unbeknownst to you and the members Yoongi kept everything you'd ever gotten him.
"You know it! Open it! Open it!" you giggled handing him the small box that was wrapped in silver shiny paper. Sighing to himself Yoongi took the box and began to tear open the paper to reveal a sleek, black notebook that had his name embossed on the over. You watched him waiting for a reaction but he just deadpanned,
"Ah, a notebook. Just what I needed...another one. I have like ten of these." He teased but you hadn't picked up on the teasing tone, only that he hated your gift. Laughing a little to yourself you tried to brush it off but Jimin noticed the nervousness in your eyes, it was as plain as day.
"I just thought...you could use it for lyrics. It's small enough to put in any bag, so when inspiration strikes," You shrugged a little and Yoongi shut the notebook, leaning back against the sofa and chuckling.
"Yeah, because I definitely need another one to stare at blankly when I can’t think of lyrics." The others laughed at his dry humour but your smile faltered ever so slightly, it was one of those blink and you'll miss it kind of things but it hadn't gone unnoticed by Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook.
"Don't worry, Yn. Yoongi's just being Yoongi. He loves it, in his own...weird way." Jimin tries to reassure you sensing that something is wrong but Yoongi shrugs clearly not realising how much his teasing was getting to you. Turning to you with a smirk he looked at you,
"You know me, Yn. I'm not exactly a 'gift' person." He shrugs a little and you force a smile onto your lips before speaking softly.
"Yeah-yeah...I know." You laugh lightly trying not to draw attention to your small stutter. You shrugged it all off, but there was a subtle shift in your demeanour as you turned your head to the door and mumbled something about going to get everyone a drink. Yoongi smirked a little still not realising what had happened but someone did. Jimin noticed the change in your mood instantly and began exchanging a glance with Jungkook who nodded at him to go after you.
You stood inside of the small kitchen and leaned against the counter, trying to shake off the sting of Yoongi’s words. It seemed silly for you to get worked up over something like this but you couldn't help the way it hurt you, you thought Yoongi loved this side of you but it was beginning to eat away at you that maybe he found it all a bit annoying. Looking at yourself in the reflection of the glass cabinet you took a deep breath and grabbed a glass of water. Jimin looked over at you as he walked into the room, leaning against the wall.
"Hey… you okay?" Stupid question when he could clearly see that you weren't but you turned to face him, forcing a smile onto your face.
"Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?" You shake your head at him, playing it off like nothing was wrong but Jimin saw right through you. He crossed the room before leaning on the counter beside you and giving you a knowing look. Sometimes he liked to think he knew you better than you knew yourself and he knew right now you were lying.
"You looked a little upset back there. Did something Yoongi said bother you?" You looked down at your glass and then rolled your eyes. You were probably just being overdramatic about it all,
"It’s nothing. He’s just… being Yoongi, right?" Jimin nodded at you but then sighed a little,
"True. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t bother you." You hesitated a little before glancing down at your glass and sighing, it wasn't like you wanted to be upset over it.
"I don’t know, Jimin. It’s just… I feel like I’m always trying to do these little things for him, and he never seems to really care. Like, maybe I’m being too much, you know? Maybe I should just stop and it'll stop him being so cold?" Jimin frowns at you, no one here would ever think you were being too much.
"You’re not too much. You’re just being yourself, and that’s a good thing. Yoongi’s just… well, he’s not always great at showing how he feels..." You looked at him and smiled weakly at him, you knew he was trying to be nice to you while defending Yoongi at the same time.
"I know. I just… maybe I need to back off a little. Give him space." Jimin watches you for a moment before reaching out to squeeze your shoulder, he knew that there was nothing he could say to you right now that could change your mind so he nodded at you.
"Just do what feels right for you. But don’t lose that part of yourself that’s so caring. That’s what makes you, you."
Back in the studio, the members are still lounging around waiting for you to get back, all of them doing their own thing. But it was Yoongi who glanced toward the door noticing you hadn't come back yet and it worried him a little, not that he'd ever voice it to anyone though.
"Man, you’re always so cold, hyung. Can’t you be nice for once?" Jungkook teased Yoongi who quickly snapped out of his worried state and turned back to Jungkook with a smirk as he shrugged. It wasn't as if you ever took any of it to heart, you knew how cold he was with everyone and you knew he was joking...Right?
"Nice isn’t really my thing." He answered keeping up his cold/bad-boy persona making Jungkook rin and shake his head. Meanwhile, Taehyung moved closer to Yoongi and nudged him softly. He'd noticed the looks of doubt spreading over your face and he knew exactly what you were going through.
"You should be careful, hyung. One of these days, someone’s going to take your cold act to heart." Taehyung tried to tell him it was you who was hurt in a non-confrontational way but it was as if the hint went right over Yoongi's head as he rolled his eyes. But his smile faded a little as Taehyung’s words linger in his head and he bit down on his lip. Had they bothered you? He moves a little and stares back over at the door. Is that why you haven't come back yet? The door handle jiggled a little before it opened to reveal Jimin, alone.
"Yn's gone home for the night. Said something about having a headache." He shrugged before joining the rest of the guys but Yoongi couldn't help but stare at the door, waiting for you to come in again.
The days went by and while you were still around in the studio and with the boys there was something off about you. Something that didn't feel right. Whenever you bought Yoongi his morning Coffee you'd usually sit with him and talk his ear off, something he told you he hated but something he rather looked forward to in the mornings. It had become a part of his routine but you'd stopped, claiming you had stuff to do.
The same thing happened when he asked you for some help in the studio, you'd told him you'd be there but there was no playful banter between you. Your voice even lacked the enthusiasm he'd loved about it and you were withdrawn from him, no longer coming to watch him write or even practice.
As usual, Yoongi was in the studio alone, working on a song that he was supposed to be keeping his focus on but his mind kept getting distracted as he replayed the interactions with you from over the past few days. He glances at his phone expecting to see something from you but there is nothing but a blank screen.
His hand hovered over the screen as he debated calling you, asking you to come and join him just so he could hear you ramble about your day but before he could the door opened. His heart launched into his throat as he turned around expecting to see you standing there but it was Taehyung,
"Yoongi-hyung! Working hard as always, huh?" He smirked cheerfully but Yoongi just threw him a half-hearted smile and leaned back in his chair.
"Hey, Tae… can I ask you something?" Yoongi's serious tone only worried Taehyung who nodded at him, leaning forward a little.
"Of course. What’s up?"
"Have you noticed anything… different with YN lately?" Taehyung thought for a little while nodding his head, you hadn't been around as much and you'd stopped spending all your free time with them.
"Yeah… she’s been quieter. She’s not her usual self around you, at least. Why? Did something happen?" Yoongi let out a sigh before running a hand through his hair and shaking his head at himself. He didn't even know where all of this had gone wrong but he knew it was his fault.
"I don’t know. She just… I don’t know. She’s not hanging around as much. No teasing, no small talk. Even her smiles seem… off." Taehyung looked at Yoongi, he hadn't realised he paid so much attention to your smile and the whole thing made Taehyung smirk a little but he did his best to hide it.
"Well, maybe you should ask her about it? YN’s sensitive. Maybe something’s bothering her, and she doesn’t know how to talk to you about it." Yoongi's frown deepened, his mind racing as he considered it, usually, you told him anything and everything that came into your mind. He ran over everything that had happened in the last few days and he thought back to when you got him that notebook, the one staring up at him blankly from his desk as he tried to write in it. He'd rejected the advancement from it but it was his favourite thing right now.
"You think… I did something?" His voice came out shakey as he turned to look at Taehyung who simply shrugged a little.
"Maybe. But the only way to find out is to ask her."
It had been a few more days and your behavior continued to shift and twist. You still interacted with the group, but there was a noticeable distance between you and Yoongi, something all of them had even picked up on and were worrying about. It wasn't like you to be so cold and closed off with anyone, let alone Yoongi.
One afternoon, Yoongi walked into the kitchen where you and Jungkook were joking around with each other, it was the first time in days that Yoongi had seen your smile and he was going to do everything he could to watch it for a few seconds. But that green-eyed monster was on his shoulder as he watched from the doorway, a tightness in his chest as he saw you laughing freely with Jungkook—something you hadn’t done with him in days.
"Wow, YN, you’re actually in a good mood today!" Jungkook teased as you laughed softly, shaking your head. You were always in a good mood whenever you weren't around Yoongi but you weren't about to tell his best friend and band member that.
"Shut up, Jungkook. I’m always in a good mood." Taking this chance Yoongi stepped into the kitchen, clearing his throat to get your attention. Jungkook glances over and grins, but your smile fades ever so slightly as you notice Yoongi approaching you both.
"Hey, YN. Got time to talk?" He smiled warmly at you but you looked down at your cup, avoiding his gaze.
"Uh… sure. What’s up?" Jungkook exchanged a glance with Yoongi who nodded for him to leave and he smiled a little, rubbing your shoulder as he got up,
"I’ll leave you two to it. Don’t kill each other." He teased before rushing out, not giving you a chance to stop him from leaving you there with Yoongi.
Once the two of you were alone it was as if the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. It was obvious to anybody that something was going on between the two of you and yet neither of you spoke a word about it.
"Yn...Please, talk to me." He whispered, not caring if he sounded as though he was begging or not, he wanted his friend back.
"Is something going on? You’ve been… distant lately." Choosing to shrug it off you shook your head at him and smiled doing your best to fake it with him.
"I’ve just been busy, that’s all." Yoongi scoffed at you, narrowing his eyes. There was no way he was going to believe some shitty excuse about being busy when usually he was the one keeping you busy.
"Come on, YN. We both know it’s more than that. You’re not acting like yourself… at least, not around me." His voice trailed a little at the end as he remembered you laughing freely with Jungkook, the jealousy creeping back in once again.
"I don’t know, Yoongi… maybe I’ve just been overthinking things." You mumbled a little and shrugged your shoulders. This wasn't exactly how you planned on telling him how you felt lately but it was going to come out nether-the-less.
"Overthinking what?" You hesitate a little, struggling to find the right words to tell him how you were feeling, how he'd been making you feel as of late. Biting down on your lip, you finally looked up at him
"I just… I started to feel like maybe I was being too much. Like all the little things I do—bringing you coffee, giving you gifts, trying to be close—it just seemed like you didn’t really… want it." You looked down at your hands and then rolled your eyes trying to stop yourself from crying in front of him.
"I didn’t want to keep pushing you if it was annoying you." You finished and Yoongi’s eyes widen slightly as realization dawns on him. He opens his mouth to respond but closes it, guilt washing over him. He'd been playfully pushing you away thinking you saw it as playful as well,
"I didn’t know…"
"It’s fine. I’m just trying to give you space." Yoongi’s heart tightened. Space? He didn't want space! he didn't want space from you, he wanted you close and he wanted you to be there with him all of the time like you used to be.
Reaching out he touched your hand softly and shook his head, your eyes met from across the table and your heart raced a little as you saw just how guilty he was.
"YN… I never wanted you to feel like that. I thought I was just teasing you, like I do with the others, but… I never meant to make you feel like you had to pull away."
"It’s just… hard to tell sometimes." You whispered and Yoongi watched you for a moment, guilt and frustration warring within him.
"I’ve been stupid. I know I’m not great at showing how I feel, but… I miss it. All of it. The coffee, the jokes, the… you. I didn’t realize how much I depended on it until you started pulling away." You look up at him, your heart practically working overtime now but he smiles at you, continuing with what he was saying.
"You’re not “too much,” YN. If anything, I didn’t appreciate it enough. I don’t want space from you… I never want space from you again...I just didn’t know how to show you that I care. But I do. A lot. Please come back," Your expression softened at his words as you realised how much you meant to him, the tension in your shoulders eased a little as you relaxed around him.
"I didn’t know that’s how you felt." You whispered as he smiled shyly at you, a small blush creeping its way onto his cheeks. It wasn't like him to be so vulnerable around someone but he was doing it with you, for you. He wanted you to see how deeply he cared about you.
"Well, I’m telling you now. I’m not great with words, but I’m trying here."
It had been a few weeks since the incident and you and Yoongi were back to full working order. You bought him his coffee and sat together during the day. You 'annoyed' him in all of the ways that he loved you to do and you were inseparable again.
The two of you were on the rooftop garden of the building, looking out over the city, your head was leaning on his shoulder as you did your best to wake up a little more. The coffee you'd gotten hadn't rushed into your system yet but Yoongi had insisted on coming to watch the sun.
The sun was just starting to rise, casting a soft golden glow over the buildings and it was incredibly peaceful, something Yoongi did whenever he wanted time to think.
"It’s beautiful up here." You stated between a yawn and Yoongi smiled to himself and nodded.
"Yeah. It’s one of my favourite places to think."
"You're thinking right now, I can practically smell the burning." You teased making Yoongi laugh softly but it wasn't a full laugh. Lifting your head from his shoulder you were prepared to ask him what was wrong but he was already looking at you.
"Yn..." He whispered a little and watched you,
"I’ve been thinking… about what you said before. About how you felt like you were being too much." Your heart was in your throat, was he about to take all of it back? Were you too much? Had you gotten worse?
"Yeah?" your voice shook a little and Yoongi could sense your overthinking, he took your hand in his and squeezed softly bringing your mind back to him in the present.
"I just want you to know… you’re never too much for me. I actually… I like that you care so much." You nodded at him, he'd already told you this the other day,
"Yoongi-"
"Listen," He chuckled softly as he cut you off, your heart skipping a beat as you felt your face warm as he touched your cheek softly,
"It’s not something I’m used to, but… I need it. I need you." He ran his thumb along your bottom lip as he locked his eyes with yours.
"Yoongi…"
"I might not be the best at showing it, but I don’t want to lose what we have. I… I care about you a lot, YN. More than I’ve let on. And I don’t want you to second-guess that anymore." Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to process his words. You could see the vulnerability in his eyes, the way he’s letting down his walls just for you...Only you.
"I care about you too, Yoongi. A lot." Your voice shook a little and he looked at you, leaning in closer to you. So close you could feel his breath on your lips.
"So… no more backing off, okay?" He whispered to you, your head nodding before you could get the words out to answer him.
"Okay. No more backing off." You promised him and he smiled at you. Running his thumb along your bottom lip once again before he slowly leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle, tender kiss. It’s soft at first, tentative as if you're both savouring the moment, but it quickly deepens into something more passionate. Yoongi pulled you closer to him, bringing you onto his lap as he smiled against your lips in the kiss.
This was everything he'd been wanting, and more, fireworks exploding around him as you pushed your hands into his hair, deepening the kiss as you let his tongue into your mouth
When the two of you finally pulled back for air, Yoongi kept his forehead resting against yours, his hand still gently cupping your cheek as you let out a small and nervous giggle at him. That was one of the best kisses you'd ever experienced in your life and you couldn't get your heart to stop trying to escape and run into his waiting hands.
"That wasn’t too annoying, right?" Yoongi asked with a giant smirk on his face. Laughing a little you looked at him, your eyes sparkling a little.
"Not at all. In fact, I might need more of that." You giggled as he leaned closer to you
"I think that can be arranged." He whispered before kissing you once again, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to rest on his lap.
As for San, I was actually really curious about what his chart will be revealing since his stage presence is out of this world.
He's a very sensitive lover. Meaning he is able to read between the lines and senses when his partner is not feeling good. With him it doesn't need a lot of communication because it seems like he can read his partners mind. That also counts for the bedroom! He knows what turns his partner on and therefore both parties will enjoy very passionate and powerful sex while no one has to worry about the big o. Very easy going!
San gives off a very strong sexual vibe but is actually very romantic. Kind of like, fuckboy on the outside, softy on the inside. It's the same with his feelings, they turn hot and cold in the blink of an eye. He acts out his anger but quickly regrets it. A lot of make-up sex is guaranteed!
Actually - he is very very skilled in the bedroom. So he opts to casually hook up when he feels like it. If there's a chance to expand his skills even further and explore, he will not say no. That's for sure. It's save to say no matter who, hook up or partner, both will get the best of both world. (Also he's the king of aftercare).
