Just One (vii)

just one (vii)

notes: the only guy on campus who’s track record trumped that of your best friend’s - park jimin - was jeon jungkook. not that that was a problem…until he set his sights on you.

warnings: smut (oral: m receiving. unprotected sex, brief cumplay)

genre: drama, romance, humour, college!au

wordcount: 10.4k

tagging: @underthejoon​ @misosoup-forthesoul​

part i // part ii // part iii // part iv // part v // part vi //  part vii  // part viii // part ix // part x 

jungkook knows from the second he heard seulgi’s steps marching to the front door that he should have just sat back and waited for your reply before coming over. but he has a busy afternoon and somewhere to be in less than an hour, and it’s much too late to scarper because seulgi yanks the door open before he can twist on his heels. her hair is up in a pile on top of her head with a huge sweatshirt coming down to her knees but jungkook has never been more terrified. seulgi watches him so carefully he swears she can see the beads of sweat forming on his temple. “seulgi noona! good morning,” no response. “um…how are you?”

seulgi taps her foot. “you want to know how i am after you finished all the fruit loops and left your dirty underwear on my bathroom floor?” even though he’s a head taller than her, jungkook still scurries to obey when she points him into the flat. “how do you think i am, jungkook? because i feel like i’m a single mother to a messy, inconsiderate weasel who doesn’t know how to put the toilet seat down!”

“um…sorry?” jungkook offers timidly, hoping his cute grin will lessen his sentence. it usually works on his hyungs and hookups. “i’ll replace the fruit loops, i promise. and i’ll work on the toilet thing!”

just when he thinks he’s in the clear and tries to step passed her, seulgi grabs jungkook by the ear and yanks him back to make him shriek. “fuck yeah you’ll work on it! you also have to work on not using my limited edition apple-scented conditioner that i’ve been saving up for since before you were born!”

“you’re only three years older than me!”

she pulls harder. “what was that?”

Keep reading

cherry | jjk

Jeon Jungkook left you five years ago to marry his highschool sweetheart turned famous actress—and why wouldn’t he? It’s not like he could ever introduce you to his family or have a paparazzi snap a picture of him and his stripper girlfriend. When you find his eyes in the crowd during one of your shows, you’re determined to shove him out of your life for good. If only it were so easy.

pairing: jungkook x reader

au: rich!jk, stripper!reader, exes to lovers, angst, smut, light fluff

content: lowkey infidelity in the sense that jk’s still legally married, explicit lapdances, light mention of a daddy kink but we ain’t expanding on that here, nipple play, biting, fingering, overstimulation, anal play, unprotected sex, dirty talk

word count: 8k

author’s note: this was a r i d e ladies and gents hope you enjoy!!

You lean into the mirror, puckering your lips as you apply your favorite shade of deep red lip paint. You rub your lips together, squinting as you check every inch of your flawless makeup before leaning back in your seat. Girls move around behind and beside you, all of them mimicking the same movements—changing outfits, primping hair, applying makeup. The bass of the music thumps against the wall as the catcalls and whistles of drunk, stupid men occasionally float to the back room.

“Yo, Cherry,” Hoseok, the club owner calls, poking his head around the corner.

Keep reading

Habit

Requested: | yes | no |

scenario where yoongi takes you for granted and you’ve had enough so you take agree to go on a world tour with your idol group and yoongi doesn’t realize how much he needs you until you’re gone and goes with the boys to your concert to win you back. fluff ending please!

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Summary: After feeling that you were taken for granted by your boyfriend, you leave to go on a world tour. When Yoongi realizes what he’s done, he tries to get you back.

Warnings: cursing, angst

Word Count: 6.3k+

A/N: So here it is. Thank you @ the anon who requested this, I hope you like it and I’m sorry it took me so long to do it. I tried to make this as gender neutral as I could, like I didn’t specify if the reader was in a boy or girl band leaving it up to the reader to decide.

Me? Updating twice in two weeks? It’s more likely than you think  but I’m working through my requests as fast as I can and hopefully soon I’ll open them again

request

masterlist

Note: The song used in this scenario is Habit by Seventeen such a great song the translation may not be 100% accurate so please bear with me

It was late when you arrived at the dorms with takeout bags in your hands. The moon was high in the sky and the lights in other buildings were already off. After a tired Jimin opened the door with a smile, you went to Yoongi’s studio where he was working on new music for Bangtan’s comeback. It hadn’t even been announced to the public but it took months to prepare a new album. You knew that struggle yourself since you were also an idol but you just wanted to spend some time with your boyfriend even if that meant that you had to quietly sit next to him while he worked, his presence was enough.

You inserted the passcode and the door to Yoongi’s studio opened. The air felt heavier in there like the door hadn’t been opened in a while to let fresh air in. Before you spotted Yoongi, you noticed the empty cups of coffee scattered across the floor, couch and desk and frowned. Yoongi didn’t even realize that you were there since he was wearing headphones and his eyes were closed as he moved his head along with the beat he was hearing. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and sighed, clearly frustrated with his work.

“Hey.” You greeted softly.

He spun around in his chair, surprised by your presence before turning back around not even bothering to greet you.

“I brought food.” You held up the bag and set it on a free space in his desk.

“I’m not hungry.” He mumbled.

Okay, he was having a bad day. Still, you wanted to put him in a better mood since tomorrow would be your last day together, at least for a while. You were going on tour for a few months and you wanted to spend as much time as you could with your boyfriend.

“Okay…” You trailed off “Maybe you should take a break, it seems like you’ve been working on that for a while.”

You started picking up the empty cups of coffee, making his studio look a little cleaner although you still wanted to open the door and let some air in, even with the air conditioner on, you felt suffocated and Yoongi’s bad mood wasn’t helping. After picking up all the cups, you glanced at your boyfriend, noticing that he hadn’t moved from his spot.

“Yoongi!” You called, a sterner tone in your voice.

Nothing.

“Yoongi!” You snapped and he finally turned around.

“What?” He huffed.

“Can you please take a break? I brought food.” You gestured towards the plastic bag on the table.

“I told you I’m not hungry.” He was about to turn around but you grabbed the back of his office chair preventing him from doing so.

“You need to eat. You can’t live off iced coffee.”

Yoongi shut his eyes like you were getting on his nerves. While he did that, you took a good look at him. There were bags under his eyes, his skin looked dry probably from the lack of care and hydration, he was paler than usual, his hair was a mess probably from running his hands through it too many times due to stress. You wondered when was the last time he had gotten proper sleep but you decided not to ask since it’d make him grumpier than he already was. When he opened his eyes again, he snatched the bag and took his food, turning to his computer again as he dug into his ramen like he hadn’t eaten in three days. For someone who wasn’t hungry, he was eating way too fast. You decided to sit on the couch as you ate, you had been standing for too long and honestly even if you left, Yoongi wouldn’t notice it.

“Do you know what day is tomorrow?” It was well past midnight, so in less than a day you’d leave to go on tour.

“Thursday.” He replied with his mouth full.

“And…” You urged him on.

“And what?” He grunted.

“You…you don’t remember?”

“Is there anything I need to remember? (Y/N) just get to the point.” He finally turned around and looked at you like your presence in his studio was bothering him.

“I’m leaving tomorrow. I won’t be home for the next eight months.”

“Oh…” He turned back to his desk and kept working on his song “Have a safe flight.”

“What?” You asked in disbelief “Are you fucking serious right now? I, your girlfriend, tell you that I’m going on tour and all I get is have a safe flight?”

“What else do you want me to say?” He shrugged.

“You’re unbelievable Yoongi. You’re a fucking selfish dick.” You grabbed your bag and stormed off his studio leaving your unfinished ramen behind. Maybe he’d get hungry and choke on it.

On your way out, you bumped into Hoseok who smiled brightly at you, despite the evident lack of sleep. The comeback was being rough on everyone yet they were all nice and polite at you, except your own boyfriend.

“Ah (Y/N), you’re leaving soon right?” He asked.

“I am.” You nodded.

At least someone remembered.

“Good luck!” His hand squeezed your shoulder affectionately “Are you doing anything with Yoongi later today?”

“I-I don’t think Yoongi wants me here.” You shook your head while looking down at your feet.

“What?”

“Yeah, when I finally got his attention I told him I was leaving tomorrow and he told me to have a safe flight.”

Hoseok frowned at your words, you felt bad for rambling, he probably had a lot on his mind already. He didn’t need to deal with your relationship’s problems. That was if you still had one. You couldn’t say it was a proper fight because a fight required at least two people and you pretty much did all the talking while Yoongi half listened.

“Do you want me to talk to him?” Hoseok offered.

“No, thank you.” You forced yourself to smile, the sweet gesture from the boy in front of you warmed your heart “Good luck with your comeback. And please try to get as much rest as you can.”

You bid farewell to him and left the Bangtan dorms.

The next day, you stood at the airport with your bandmates at an ungodly hour to catch a 7 am flight. You kept looking back to see if Yoongi would show up, at least to say goodbye. When you weren’t looking through the crowded airport, your eyes were glued to your phone. Maybe he’d text or call to apologize and say goodbye. Yet when your flight was called, you didn’t have any notifications and no one showed up.

You stood back while your bandmates and the staff walked towards the gate. A hand on your shoulder made you jump.

“I’m sorry, he’s not coming.” Your bandmate comforted you.

“I-I know, I just…” You sighed “Nothing, let’s go.” You interlocked your arm with theirs and the two of you joined everyone else.

You slept throughout most of your flight, it was better that way. At least you could keep your mind off Yoongi.

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆ .。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・

Hoseok smiled when he saw Yoongi walk through the front door early in the morning. He knew that idols would usually take early flights so he thought Yoongi drove to the airport to say goodbye to you and hopefully apologize.

“How was (Y/N)?” He asked.

“What?” Yoongi stared at him with empty eyes and genuinely confused.

“(Y/N)…their flight was today…” Hoseok trailed off as a frown started appearing on his usually happy features.

Yoongi didn’t move for a few seconds, then his eyes widened and panic flashed across his features.

“Fuck…” The rapper mumbled “What did I do?”

“Took you long enough.” Hoseok rolled his eyes at his best friend.

He loved Yoongi like a brother, he did. But sometimes he could be so fucking dumb that it got on his nerves. That was one of those moments.

“What do I do?” He started pacing back and forth in the hallway mumbling something that Hoseok couldn’t understand.

Yoongi pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed your number. When that didn’t work, he tried to call some of your bandmates but no one picked up. He desperately looked up at Hoseok, wide eyes and filled with tears like the younger man was magically going to come up with a solution.

“What have I done?”

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆ .。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・

Your tour went by slowly, but at the same time quickly. In those eight months, you hadn’t talked to Yoongi once. He tried to call, text, leave you voicemails but you didn’t pick up the phone and deleted his texts before reading them. You still talked to the other Bangtan boys, they were your friends but you rarely talked about Yoongi. The only one who kept insisting was Jimin, he kept telling you how Yoongi missed you and how miserable he was without you.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t affected by that. Despite the fact that he took you for granted and didn’t even bother to come to the airport to say goodbye, you still missed him, you still loved him. You didn’t know where your relationship stood, you’d worry about that once you got home. The shows were enough to keep your mind busy, but you still found yourself thinking about him from time to time.

At night in your hotel room, you’d write lyrics mostly about him. When you read them it was hard to believe that you wrote them. They didn’t fit your personality, but they described exactly how you felt about the entire situation with Yoongi. You thought it was petty writing songs about your ex but it was crucial to help you live without him. After a while, you wouldn’t call it living, you’d call it surviving.

On your last show, back home in Seoul, your band introduced a new song, one of the ones you wrote. You didn’t practice a choreography since it was a slower song, so it was just you and your band members on stage singing.

“This song…” You spoke into the microphone slightly out of breath from all the dancing and jumping around “Is called Habit. It’s a new song and I hope you guys like it.” The crowd roared and although the bright lights blinded you enough to not be able to see the faces of the people attending the show, you smiled at them. They were there for you and your bandmates, they took time out of their lives to be there and that never ceased to amaze you.

The lights dimmed down and you took your spot, letting the music flow through you. Once it was done you smiled through tears and waved to the crowd before going backstage. Later that night, you scrolled through twitter seeing everyone’s reactions to your new song.

@ yoongioppa: “I KEEP MEETING SOMEONE AND LAUGH OUT LOUD BUT NOTHING CHANGES

WHEN I THINK OF YOU LAUGHING SOMEWHERE I FEEL LIKE IM LOSING” IS THIS ABOUT YOONGI????

@ jinsepihany: “I rather wish that you were having a rougher time I want you to think of me

Because it’s hard

I want to be okay too” (Y/N) CRIED SINGING THIS

@ ynsbaby: THIS SONG HAS TO BE ABOUT YOONGI I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW THEY BROKE UP WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

@ gayforyn: HABIT IS SUCH A GOOD SONG WE NEED A STUDIO VERSION OF IT

@ ynsunflower: I think I want to forget

Your name that I’m calling again even now

WRITE THIS ON MY STONE PLS

@ fakeloveyn: WHY WAS (Y/N) CRYING IN SEOUL WHAT HAPPENED

You sighed and turned off your phone. Everyone was talking about it and everyone was confused. You didn’t blame them, your band dropped a new song and besides everyone in there saw you cry as you sang. Yet, you kept thinking if Yoongi saw the tweets and heard the song. Did he even care that you cried over him in front of thousands of people? It was pathetic, honestly but you couldn’t help it.

Even after eight months of not knowing what he was up to, despite the occasional selfies he uploaded on the band’s twitter account, you still missed him and every second you wished you would’ve stayed at the dorms that day and worked things out. A break up wouldn’t have been so bad for you, but at least you knew you broke up. In those eight months you were trapped in a confusing zone where you didn’t talk anymore but the words “we’re done” never left your lips.

Those desperate phone calls and texts from Yoongi stopped after the first month of you being gone. He gave up on trying to reach you since you always ignored him and that hurt. Part of you wanted him to keep trying, to show that he still cared. But he didn’t. You left him and after a while, he stopped chasing you like the stolen kisses, the gentle touches, the 4 am talks and laughs meant nothing. Relationships die even when love doesn’t and you had to accept it.

“(Y/N)!” Your bandmate knocked on your bedroom door.

You walked over to the door and opened it, flinching at your bandmates’ excitement and yells. Even if you tried, you couldn’t for the life of you understand what they were saying.

“Calm down!” You pulled them into your room and closed the door “You’ll wake everyone up.”

“Have you checked your email?” They jumped on your bed smiling.

“No, my phone is off.”

After the words left your mouth, another phone was shoved in your face making you take a step back in order to read it.

“Wait, we’re performing at Mnet?” Your voice got a few octaves higher as you looked at your bandmate and mirrored their smile.

“Yeah, they want us to sing Habit.”

Your face fell as you read the part of the email sent by your manager that said that Mnet wanted you to sing Habit since it was trending worldwide and it was your most recent song.

“I can’t do that…” You shook your head “We can’t sing Habit.”

“Why not?”

“Why not? BTS are gonna be there, which means Yoongi will be there!”

“Oh…” They paused “I don’t think we have a choice.”

“I know.” You sighed.

Once they left, you sat on your bed with a weird feeling in your chest. After eight months you’d finally see Yoongi. You didn’t know if you should feel happy or sad about it.

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆ .。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・

When the day of your performance finally arrived, you were on edge. Every sound, every touch made you jump. Anxiety had made itself comfortable in your body and it had no intentions to leave, at least until the awards were over.

During the red carpet, there was a smile permanently etched on your face, a fake one, obviously as your eyes searched around looking for a familiar black hair. Your eyes spotted Taehyung’s bright jacket and you panicked. So you turned our back to them, facing your bandmates as you tried to calm your erratic heartbeat.

“(Y/N)!” A deep voice called behind you.

Slowly you turned around seeing Taehyung walking your way, his boxy smile showing how happy he was to see you.

“Tae…” You smiled at him.

As he wrapped his arms around you, you realized how much you missed them. Not only Yoongi but everyone else. They were your friends too and you pushed them away because you were heartbroken. You felt guilty because they knew why you pushed them away and yet still accepted you.

“How was tour?” He asked once you pulled away.

“It was amazing. But there’s no place like home.” He nodded agreeing with you.

“How have you been?”

They always asked you that on the phone. You’d shrug it off and say you were fine and they knew you were lying but they didn’t push it. But once you stood face to face with Taehyung, you knew that if you lied he’d be able to see right through you.

“I’m just…living one day at a time.” Your answer was vague, it wasn’t a yes but it wasn’t a no either.

To be honest with yourself, you didn’t know how you were holding up either. It felt like you were just duct-taping pieces of you back together that formed a very fragile structure that at any moment could fall apart. And you knew it’d fall apart that night, whether you wanted or not, you’d fall apart as soon as you set your eyes on Yoongi. You just didn’t expect it to happen so early.

“Taehyung!” You froze.

Eight months. Eight months without hearing that voice. Eight months you spent trying to keep your shit together. And it took him eight seconds to make everything fall apart. It was scary how much power he still had over you. He just spoke and it wasn’t even your name and you were already shaking and dreading to turn around.

But you turned around and faced him, catching him off guard. His eyes widened once they landed on yours and he gulped before he tried to compose himself. Too late, you saw everything and he knew it.

“Jin hyung is looking for you.”

“Tell him I’ll be right there.” Taehyung shrugged him off.

“Now!” There was some urgency in his voice.

While he spoke, his eyes never left yours. Even if you wanted to look away, you couldn’t. It was like the world stopped around you and it was just the two of you. And in that moment you felt painfully alive, it was like your heart had started beating for the first time since you left but it hurt, it hurt so bad. The pain, you figured, was from the cold reality hitting you like a ton of bricks. He wasn’t yours, not anymore.

You snapped your gaze away from his when Taehyung spoke again, complaining about Jin being no fun or whatever. He wished you good luck with your performance and walked towards Yoongi. You watched him walk away and then you looked at Yoongi one last time finding that his eyes never left you. Before he turned his back with Taehyung by his side, he acknowledged your presence with a nod that you retributed. Once they left, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Your bandmates found your designated seats and called you to take yours. You tried to engage in their conversation in order to distract yourself from what happened a few minutes earlier. Yoongi was right there in the flesh and all he gave you was a head nod as if you were a mere acquaintance.

“Stop thinking about him…” One of your bandmates whispered in your ear.

You looked at them and looked ahead of you again, your eyes widening at what you saw. Namjoon was passing in front of you followed by Jin, Hoseok, the maknae line and finally Yoongi. You looked up at him and before he noticed you, you took your time to look at him properly. His hair was parted showing his forehead, his skin looked like porcelain and his eyeshadow made his gaze sharper. A frown was visible and for a second you wished to kiss away the wrinkle that was forming in between his eyebrows. Despite the amount of time and effort his stylists put into concealing how tired and miserable he looked, it was still noticeable. At least to you. His black suit accentuated his body in all the right places. He looked breathtaking.

Sensing your gaze, he looked at you, his posture straightening up as his eyes empty of emotion looked into yours for the second time that night. He quickly looked away and decided to keep his head down and stare at his feet until he bumped into Jungkook’s back. You stopped watching him after that, you had other things to focus on, including your performance.

Your band was nominated for an award but lost to Seventeen. Yet, you didn’t really care, they deserved it and you didn’t have enough energy to do so. Even though you were sitting down, being in Yoongi’s presence was quickly draining the little amount of energy you had left. You just wanted to talk things out and go home, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, probably too scared of the outcome.

You congratulated each Seventeen member once they left the stage and went backstage to get ready for your performance. Your heart was beating loud against your ribcage to the point where you thought it’d actually burst out of your chest. Maybe it was better that way, maybe it’d be less painful.

The MC’s announced your band and you stepped on stage with a smile you had forced backstage. You stood on your spot and looked to the crowd in front of you and there he was. When the first chords of the song played you cursed whoever was responsible for assigning seats, there was so much space to sit and they had to put him right in front of you. You sang your heart out, you sang like you were alone in your studio, you sang like he was the only one listening. In the end, you closed your eyes to avoid the tears. Eight months was a long time but not enough to heal certain wounds, not enough to heal a broken heart.

The crowd erupted into cheers as you counted the seconds until you could leave the stage without seeming rude. Yoongi was staring off into space while the rest of his band was standing up clapping. Namjoon elbowed Yoongi who seemed to come back to reality and finally stood up and clapped. The two of you made eye contact again but this time no one broke it off.

After leaving the stage, you told your bandmates that you had to go to the bathroom but in reality, you just wanted to be alone. You had no idea where the bathroom was, but an empty hidden hallway near the dressing rooms seemed like the best place for some alone time.

Footsteps echoed behind you but you paid no mind, whoever it was, they were probably going somewhere else.

“Is it true?” You stopped dead in your tracks but didn’t turn around “Is that song about me?”

“Yes.” Your voice came out weaker than you intended it to.

“Why did you leave?”

You turned around with a scoff and stared at him in disbelief feeling anger coursing through your veins.

“Are you fucking serious? I almost had to schedule a fucking date with you! When I tried to take care of you, you pushed me away and treated me like shit. You made no time for me when I cleared my schedule so many times to be with you. I’d sit there for hours staring at the back of your head while you worked and never once you heard me complain. And when I ask you to spend one day with me before I go on tour, you forget and treat me like shit!” You were slightly out of breath after rambling “Isn’t this enough for me to leave? You put your job before me so I did the same.”

“I tried to call you so many fucking times, I texted you and you never picked up the fucking phone!”

“Do you think an apology over the phone when I’m halfway across the world is enough Yoongi? Please.” You scoffed again.

You didn’t know where all the anger was coming from, you thought you’d do a better job at restraining it but after keeping it in for so long you were finally releasing it, luckily, on the one who caused it in the first place.

Your words wrung heavily in his ears as he stared at you in shock. He had never seen you so angry, and he never thought that the first time he’d see you that way was because of him. You took his silence for lack of interest in your fight or whatever that it was that the two of you were doing, so you turned your back on him once again and rubbed your temples.

“Please Yoongi, just…just leave me alone. I’ve had enough.” You spit venomously at him hoping he’d just go away before you’d start crying.

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes and your head was pounding as if someone had hit it hard.

“No.”

You turned around ready to tell him off but you found him too close to you, your chests practically touching as he stood in your personal space. It didn’t bother you as much as it should but it caught you off guard. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating and his warm breath fanned your face. It took every fiber in your body to resist the urge of closing your eyes and lean against him.

The look on his face was something similar to determination although he also seemed like he was ready to stop before even he started whatever it was that he was going to do if you looked at him the wrong way.

“I am fucking selfish idiot and I don’t deserve you, you’re right. I’m a shitty boyfriend that took you, the best thing that ever happened to me, for granted. I deserve every insult that you throw at me and probably more. Sometimes I just spend so much time alone my studio and things don’t work out the way I want them to so I start to think I can’t do it and I get angry. I know this is no excuse for what I did but I…I just needed you to know that. And damn if I don’t fucking love you with all my heart and in my own fucked up way. But it wasn’t enough because we’re here having this conversation in a smelly hallway where anyone could walk by at any moment.” He took a deep breath and your scent, that he tried so desperately to rub off his clothes, brought him back so many memories that his voice came out shaky next “And I’m so fucking sorry that I took you for granted. I-I should’ve never done that. You deserve so much more, you deserve someone that can appreciate how much you care for them and show it to you. You deserve someone that can make time for you, that’d drop anything for you if you asked. You deserve someone that notices the cute little things you do, like when you scrunch up your nose when your coffee is too bitter or how your tongue pokes out in between your lips when you’re focused on something or how you look beautiful at 4 am when all the lights are off and the moonlight shines over your face. And I’m sorry that it took me so long to realize that.”

His voice although determined sounded desperate like you were the air in his lungs and he had been holding his breath for too long. You didn’t even realize you were crying until Yoongi wiped your tears with his thumb as his other hand rubbed your back comfortingly.

“No no, please don’t cry over me. I don’t deserve it.” You shook your head.

“I’m sorry too. I-I…”

“You have nothing to apologize for, love.” Yoongi interrupted you.

“I do. I’m sorry that I didn’t talk it out and let things get to that point. I should’ve said something before.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” He reassured you and pulled you into his chest.

The two of you stood there for a few moments, just holding each other. After eight months of drifting away, you finally found your way back home. Yoongi was your home and you were his, even if it took him so long to understand it. And this time, he wasn’t going to let you go.

Yoongi pulled away from you enough to look at your face. His warm breath hit your face and his hands dropped from your shoulders to your waist. You looked at him, your gaze flickering between his eyes and his lips before it finally set on your lips. Yoongi’s tongue swiped across his bottom lip before he brought his face closer to yours, so close that his forehead leaned against yours. His movements were delicate allowing you to back off if you wanted to. Your heart was thumping almost hard enough to make you dizzy, or maybe it was just Yoongi’s presence, so close to you that made you feel that way. When his lips finally touched yours, you kissed back instantly like it was something you were used to doing all the time. It was like muscle memory that didn’t fade even though the two of you had been apart for so long. His lips were as soft as you remembered and his grip on your waist tightened causing you to gasp and moan, allowing him to slip your tongue in your mouth. Your hands desperately clutched his shoulders as if you were scared that he’d slip away from your fingers once again.

When he pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours once again, heavy breaths coming from his parted lips, you were too scared to open your eyes, too scared of that moment being nothing but an illusion created by your brain. Your hands still clung onto him too afraid to let go as every single nerve in your body tingled, maybe with excitement, maybe with anxiety.

“I love you.” He whispered like it was a secret that the hallway would echo making his words louder than they were like he was scared that someone else but you and the walls would hear.

You finally opened your eyes and smiled, the first real smile for the first time in a long time. He loved you. He was yours. He never stopped being yours.

“I lo…”

“Hyung!” Startled, you stepped away from Yoongi although his hands never left your waist even when your hands dropped from his shoulders.

Jungkook peeked into the hallway, so focused on Yoongi that he didn’t even notice you.

“Hyung, our category will be announced next. We have to go back.”

When you turned to face him, Jungkook’s face went pale and then a blush started appearing from the tip of his ears all the way to his cheeks.

“Uh, hi (Y/N).” He greeted you as his eyes looked at everything but you.

“Hi Jungkook.” You couldn’t suppress your giggle by seeing him so flustered.

“I’ll be right there.” Jungkook nodded before quickly walking away, probably too excited to tell everyone what he had witnessed.

“I have to go.” Yoongi pulled you close again “But I’ll come over tomorrow okay?” He grabbed one of your hands and gently kissed the back of it.

You nodded as he kissed your temple as a goodbye before turning around. You stood there watching his back as he walked away to go back to the show.

“I love you too.” You said loud enough for him to hear.

He stopped dead in his tracks and turned around, flashing you his gummy smile before he left. You waited until you couldn’t hear his footsteps in the silent hallway before you decided to head back. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest and that the pain you had felt for months was gone. You were so used to that pain that it felt weird not to have it.

When you returned to your seat, your bandmates raised their eyebrows at the change in your attitude. There was a smile on your lips and the frown that they grew accustomed to was gone. Yet, no one said anything since it wasn’t hard to understand what happened. You glanced over at Yoongi and he looked as happy as you, he smiled at you from his table and you blushed and smiled back. Things were going to be okay.

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆ .。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・

In the next morning, Yoongi showed up at your dorm early. You were still in your pajamas and your hair looked like a mess. On his right arm, he carried a huge bouquet of flowers that almost covered his face while the other held a bag from your favorite bakery.

You closed the door behind him and took the flowers from his hands. He greeted you with a small good morning and a kiss on the corner of your mouth that you knew it wasn’t accidental. After putting the flowers in a vase, you met him in the kitchen where he had taken everything out of the bag he brought and placed it on the table. You noticed how underdressed you were compared to him, your kumamon onesie and the traces of previous night’s makeup were making you insecure compared to his ripped skinny jeans and oversized hoodie.

“I’ll be right back.” You mumbled.

“Where are you going? Your coffee is gonna get cold, I brought your favorite.”

“I’m gonna change.”

“Why are you going out?” You noticed disappointment in his voice.

“No, but…” You looked down at your outfit and then back at him, nervously chewing on your bottom lip.

He understood and his frown quickly disappeared.

“You look adorable, sit down this is gonna get cool.”

He looked down at his food but you noticed the tips of his ears turn pink and smiled before taking a seat in front of him. The two of you ate mostly in silence, but it wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable, it felt nice. The dorm was silent too, probably everyone was out except the two of you. Once you finished your meal, you cleaned up the table and he insisted he’d help.

“(Y/N)” Yoongi called making you lift your head up at him.

He took a deep breath, his hands were slightly shaking and this time it wasn’t from the excess of caffeine. Yoongi was nervous. Somehow, the fact that he was nervous made you nervous. Why would he be nervous? Was there something wrong? Before you could overthink the situation, he spoke.

“I meant what I said last night. I don’t deserve you.” He shook his head, his eyes never leaving yours “But you’re wrong if you think I’m going to give up on you. I’m gonna work my ass off to be able to spend more time with you. And when I say that it’s not just the two of us in my studio as I work on my music, it’s just you and me doing something even if it is taking a nap. I lost you once and I’m not going to do it again. These months without you have been hell. Everything reminds me of you and every time I think of you I think about how badly I fucked up to the point of you leaving. I don…” You cut him off with a kiss.

His lips tasted like bitter coffee but you didn’t care. Up until that moment you never realized how much you loved bitter coffee, it tasted like Yoongi, it tasted like home. He immediately kissed back, one of his hands buried in your hair to deepen the kiss while the other rested on your hip. When you pulled away, lips swollen and lungs burning from the lack of air, you smiled.

“You won’t lose me again.” You reassured.

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆ .。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・

Later that day, the two of you were cuddling in your bed, his head buried in the crook of your neck and an arm draped over your waist as you played with his hair talking about random moments that happened in your lives during those eight months apart. Yoongi was half asleep, too comfortable in your embrace but he fought to keep his eyes open, wanting to spend as much time with you as he could.

“This is nice.” He mumbled against your skin “It feels…normal.” You hummed in agreement.

He pulled away, propping himself up on his elbow to be able to look at you as he spoke.

“You know, before you…” He hesitated for a bit “Left…when we uh were looking for an apartment just for the two of us.” He paused “I always wondered what it’d be like to live with you. And this…having breakfast together and cleaning up the kitchen it felt…domestic. It felt right.”

“Do you want to get an apartment?” You mirrored his position, giving him your undivided attention.

“I-I do. Fuck I want nothing more than to live with you for the rest of my life but I think we should take things slow. What if you get tired of me and…” He rambled

“I won’t.” You cut him off.

“But…”

“I won’t.” You paused “Yoongi, I love you, there’s no way I’ll ever get tired of you.”

He smiled and pulled you into his chest. His heartbeat and his voice lulled you to sleep. For the first time in months, you had fallen asleep in Yoongi’s arms with a smile on your lips. For the first time in months, things were okay. There was a lot that you still had to do to recover your relationship, it wasn’t going to happen overnight. Yet, it felt like a habit, like something you were made for. You were made for loving Yoongi. And as Yoongi looked down at you sleeping on his chest while one of your hands clutched his hoodie he knew it was worth it. After all, he was made to love you too.

summary⇢ what’s a girl to do when her sweet, innocent baby lab partner isn’t quite so sweet and innocent? well, he’s a grown-ass man, and you’re about to learn that the hard way.

↳one

↳two

↳three

↳four

↳five

↳six

↳seven

↳eight

✨series playlist✨

The Holi-Date (M)

Author: @kpopfanfictrash , as part of the A Very, Merry Fic-Mas! collab with @lamourche , @kittae , @underthejoon , @hobidreams , @floralseokjin and @winetae

Creative Contributor: @baebae-goodnight for this exquisite moodboard (THANKS, TIFFY!)

Pairing: Taehyung / Reader (female)

Genre: Fake Dating / Neighbors 

Word Count: 40,538

Rating/Warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Oral (female receiving), dirty talk, spanking, fingering, marking, big dick, consumption of alcohol and a holiday sweater with the word ho on it.

Summary:   When your ex-boyfriend becomes engaged to his new girlfriend at your annual Holiday party, you admittedly are not in the best place. Which explains why you down six shots of alcohol, enthusiastically drop it low on the dance floor and – oh, yeah – tell everyone you are also dating someone. The only problem? You are obviously not. Good thing your neighbor happens to be cute and in need of a ride to work every morning.

[[ CROSS-POSTED TO WATTPAD HERE ]]

Keep reading

The Monogamy Monologues

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Rom-Com / Smut

Synopsis: The year? Some point after college. The occasion? Namjoon is getting married and the Rich Man’s Crochet Club has convened once again. Somewhere between the drinks and the laughter, everyone has the same realization: Jungkook has never been in a serious relationship. In the name of all that is holy (Overwatch and booze), the club’s mission is revived. Now though, their goal is much more perilous. Now, they aim to find Jeon Jungkook a girlfriend. (Part of The Rich Man’s Crochet Club series)

Warnings: making out in public, oral (male), hair pulling, jk is kind of dominant but so is Y/N, face riding, nipple play, denied orgasm, dirty talk, jk is cocky, sope wear bathrobes without underwear 

TW: Past borderline substance abuse, unhealthy coping mechanisms + depression/anxiety are mentioned. Yoongi is anti-toxic masculinity & encourages people to ask for help.

Word Count: 42,729

[[ CROSS-POSTED TO WATTPAD HERE ]]

Keep reading