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⊹ liveyun reads of 2023 so far !! bangtan.

man 😮💨 i really should've made this earlier to avoid the pile-up. there are so MANY golden fics from many underrated authors here which deserve so much more. i’ve been reading for over three years and sadly, the fics compiled here would be the ones which i managed to find in the brink of time ㅠㅠ

there unfortunately have been MANY blogs who've either deactivated, or are inactive since a long time. it personally saddens me a lot, whether they're still into bangtan, whether they're still writing, whether they're all okay.. and more, but above all, i really hope that they're doing well. this is optional, obviously, but leaving a feedback to content really boosts up spirits a lot <3 whether it's an inactive blog or an active one, if it's possible, try communicating or atleast reblogging. it helps a lot :)

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[ f ] : fluff

[ a ] : angst

[ s ] : smut

[ ♪ ] : series

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joon and seokjin ver (:

—ꗃ kim namjoon

⊹ bloom by @hobidreams ( a, f, s , 20.7k ) ★★★

⊹ cien anos by @icedmatchatae ( a , 15.1k ) ★★★

⊹ how to not train your dragon by @almostkoo ( f, 2.1k )

⊹ brightside by @lavienjin ( a, f, 8k+ )

⊹ you set my heart on fire by @hayjeon ( a, f , s , 21k ) ★

⊹ out of the woods by @angelicyoongie ( a, f, s , 26.7k) ★

⊹ forever rain by @ddaenggtan ( a, f, s , 18.8k )

⊹ moonstruck by @jeonbunnie ( f, s , a , 4.1k)

⊹ the bodyguard by @rmnamjoons ( f, s, a, 62.9k )

⊹ mr and mrs kim by @jjkeverlast ( s , action, 4.6k )

—ꗃ kim seokjin

⊹ 9 months to fall in love by @floralseokjin ( f, s, a, 100k+) ★♪

⊹ the light of the dead stars by @ahundredtimesover ( f, s , a, 150k ) ★♪

⊹ take you down by @lookingforluna ( f, s , 3.5k )

⊹ sunday by @here2bbtstrash ( s , 5k )

⊹ counterfeit culture by @ggukcangetit ( comedy, f, s , 29k )

⊹ to kill a king by @foxymoxynoona ( a, f , s, 70k + ) ♪

⊹ met him last night by @dollfaceksj ( s , 10k)

SERIES MASTERLIST

pairing: basketball captain!myg × hot girl!reader

genre: smut, fluff

rate: 18+

game face | prelude | the next time Yoongi scores, he turns around with a smirk, pointing right at you, mouthing your name. You roll your eyes.

shoot your shot | part one | you and yoongi had a very clear agreement; no strings attached and don't tell anyone. But what happens when those lines start to blur and you find yourself falling for the star basketball player? And worse, what if he's crazy about you too?

swish | part two | your boyfriend is the star of the basketball team—cocky, arrogant, and a bit of an asshole. And, you find out, jealous as hell. 

buzzer beater: hot shot | drabble | at the end-of-the-year college fair, your boyfriend wants to win you a prize, and he's chosen the perfect game to play—or so he thinks.

buzzer beater: halloween | drabble | halloween special! find out if yoongi & oc ever make it to the halloween party w the rest of the gang!

minis | first meeting | courtside

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swing life away | min yoongi

pairing: min yoongi x fem!reader

synopsis: it's your first anniversary as a married couple but not only did you forget today's special occasion, you also didn't prepare a self-made gift for your husband -- except for the bundle of joy in your womb.

rating: 18+

word count: 5.2k

tags/content warning: married au, pregnancy, slight angst, miscommunication, mentions of infidelity (no one's cheating), mentions of food and being vegan (no one's vegan), usage of babe/baby as endearment, semi-public sex, SMUT in the forms of oral sex (m. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (don't do this unless you want kids or std), slight spanking, yoongi being a carpenter/loving husband/dumpling/etc.

this fic is inspired by the song "swing life away" by rise against and yoongi's woodcarving vlog :] enjoy!

Min Yoongi was many things.

He’s a skilled carpenter with his own woodshop business by day, and a rising songwriter/record producer by night. He’s a confident all-star basketball player back in his high school days and can still shoot perfectly whenever he plays with some of your shared friends in the backyard these days. He’s a great cook too, always indulging your cravings.

Min Yoongi was many things but most importantly, he’s your husband.

And a very observant one.

It’s been more than a month when he first noticed it. He wasn’t exactly sure what was “it,” but he knew it wasn’t good. He could tell there was something bothering in your mind one night you went home from work and claimed it’s nothing instead of ranting to him like the usual. Just a bad day at work.

A week after that was when you started to stay long hours at work, looking more pale and exhausted when you get home. It baffled Yoongi why you would spend more hours there if it’s stressing you and you’ve never actually worked overtime, but he knew he’s not one to talk about spending more time at work when he has two jobs and does one of those said jobs at home, so he shut his mouth. He didn’t say anything.

Not when you changed your perfume from an intoxicating fruity scent to a soft floral one. Not when he saw a receipt of you having your car interior cleaned and also changed the smell of it. Not when you didn’t want to have sex anymore, always pushing his hands away when they start to wander down there.

A lot of new small things bothered him, especially the last one but what made him almost lose it was when you had mistaken his dish, the one you claimed to be your favorite, for a different one.

x◇x◇x

“Do you like it?”

You nodded, despite still blowing the steam off of your spoon. When you finally tasted it though, he could tell on the look on your face that there’s something missing on his dish. “What is it? Did I not put enough fish sauce or tomato sauce?”

“You put fish sauce in this?” You asked, smiling adorably at your husband and reached across the table to hold his hand in assurance. “It tastes fine, babe, but there’s no need for fish sauce in this. You could’ve added more liver spread and cheese though. You know I love a lot of cheese in this.”

Yoongi closed his eyes for a moment to breathe. He understood the cheese part, you always add cheese to a lot of dishes that doesn’t even need cheese. “Y/N, I didn’t put liver spread because that dish doesn’t require liver spread. It needed fish sauce.”

“What are you talking about? Caldereta is all about the tender beef, tomato sauce, liver spread, and cheese!”

“That's afritada, Y/N. You’re favorite dish back home is afritada.”

Yoongi blinked and composed himself, trying not to look so wounded. He’s so damn sure you’re favorite was afritada, you’ve talked about it a lot. Hell, he’d already cooked it a couple of times before. He had the recipe that he searched online bookmarked on his browser, and he even went to the lengths of jotting them down on his journal just in case the link is taken down.

“Afritada… you mean this is chicken?” You scooped for some meat parts from the reddish soup dish, and there it was, your recent enemy: chicken. “I can’t eat chicken right now, Yoongi, I'm sorry.” You sat straight up, covering your mouth and nose with your hand.

“Of course, it’s chicken. It’s always been chicken, Y/N. It’s a chicken dish, that’s why you love it so much. Or loved, apparently, judging by your actions tonight.”

“I'm sorry,” your voice came out muffled as your hand was still covering your mouth.

“When did you start hating chicken?” he asked as he stood up to take your plate away and check the pantry to prepare something else for you.

“Um, my coworker, Seokhoon, he’s practicing to be a vegan lately so we thought we’d support him by also not eating meat…”

Yoongi’s ears perked up, hearing how your answer sounded uncertain and more like a question, so he pressed more, looking over his shoulder at you. “You were more than ready and excited to eat beef and cheese earlier but you wouldn’t eat chicken right now?”

You stared dumbfoundingly at him before shrugging. “I’m trying with small things like egg and chicken.”

“I made you an omelet for breakfast earlier.” He pointed out, holding your gaze.

“I… just started… to try being vegan earlier at lunch. And also meat are becoming pricey these days, our salary might not be enough. Sooner or later, we’re gonna have to cut back on our expenses. What would you rather give up—chicken or beef?”

Of course, Yoongi would rather eat tofu and bean sprouts for the rest of his life if it meant you get to eat properly and satisfy your cravings. But he didn’t bother to reply that as he cooked you a different dish that night. Fuck Seokhoon for influencing you to be vegan. Fuck the government for the rising prices and not handling the economy better.

x◇x◇x

Ever since that dinner night, Yoongi began to question your marriage. He wanted to talk to you because he didn’t know what to make of your actions anymore, but everytime you two were in the room together, he could you tell you were uncomfortable and couldn’t wait to get out of the situation. Besides, he’s afraid to ask because he knows he’s not prepared for any possible answers you'll give him.

You cheated? Yoongi knew it’s impossible. It had to be because he wouldn’t know what to do with that with that revelation. That would honestly break him.

You lost your job and was just actually driving around town to look for a new one and pass the time? It sounded stupid but not impossible. He would be disappointed and wish that you had told him sooner to prepare and possibly take on a third job.

You’re pregnant? He supposed this is a realistic scenario. You two had talked about this sincerely before getting married, of course, both wanting two kids. He just feels like it’s still early for babies and you two haven’t done all your goals as a married couple before becoming parents.

So he told himself to wait, that you would open up to him when you’re finally ready to unburden your problems. He’s a patient man after all.

But his patience seemed to be running thin today on the morning of your anniversary when he rolled over to your side as he woke up to cuddle you closer and hopefully start the day buried inside you.

He knew you’re awake, even with your eyes closed. You've been waking up earlier than him lately, one of your many changing habits. He took your hand that was hugging your stomach and pressed a soft kiss on your fingers, on your palm, on your wrist, trailing them across your arm up to your shoulder.

“Y/N,” he whispered your name, wishing for you to open your eyes when he nipped at your jaw. He called your name once again as his lips were ghosting over yours. Your eyelashes fluttered open just enough to look at him and when he finally saw your eyes, he leaned down to kiss you deeply.

You freed your hand from his to curl your fingers up into his long hair, urging him closer while the other slid up beneath his shirt, feeling the heat of his body that you’ve been missing for weeks now. You pulled your knees up as Yoongi settled himself in between your legs, grinding his hard cock against your core.

But just as his own hand started to drift down on your hips, you slowed down, giving his lips one last kiss before pressing your forehead to his. You both stayed there without any movements at all, just gasping for air and holding each other’s skin and flesh tightly every now and then.

When it sounded like you were about to apologize, he pressed a kiss on your forehead and whispered, “Happy anniversary, baby,” before bolting right out of the bed, before you could even say it back to him.

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Despite your husband having his own woodshop and fulfilling his dreams in the music industry, you didn’t let go of your job when you and Yoongi got married.

You were on your way back to your desk from your third visit to the bathroom that morning when you saw the delivery man on the front door of the store carrying a gigantic bouquet of flowers he almost disappeared behind it.

“Min Y/N?” he asked, looking around the store.

Jia turned to the direction of the bathroom and pointed at you when she saw you. You stayed your feet at your place. You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t move. The flowers looked beautiful—a bouquet of pale and dark red carnations, along with sunflowers, wrapped meticulously in craft paper and tied with a golden ribbon—but there’s a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach that’s making it hard for you to appreciate this.

“This is for you!” The delivery man presented the bouquet to you with a proud smile. When you didn’t move, he gingerly took your arms to place the flowers in them and then took off.

A minute must have passed by yet none of you and your colleagues moved or talked. It wasn’t until a client came in and needed assistance. Jia wrapped her arm around you and walked you back to your desk. As you sat down, you caught sight of the red card sticking out of the flowers. HAPPY 1ST ANNIVERSARY, BABY.

Reading Yoongi's handwritten note, you recognized that bad feeling again that you knew all too well lately. Shame and guilt. You had to close your eyes and practice your breathing exercises before those bad feelings in your stomach turn into a pile of chunky vomit across the floor.

Jia, oblivious to your anxiety, swooned over the flowers. “Happy anniversary, Y/N!”

It’s the second greeting you’ve received today and you couldn’t help but wince when you remember how you froze when Yoongi greeted you.

You didn’t know how this special event slipped up your mind when staring at your calendar was all you’ve been doing lately. You were aware that your own anniversary was near and you even had a lot of ideas for DIY gifts to give to your husband.

You tried to make it up to Yoongi by going after him and showering together to have some hot shower sex even though the thought of sex was making you nervous lately. Yoongi turned down the offer though, saying you’re both gonna be late for work, which was a very pathetic excuse considering he’s his own boss and your own work doesn’t start in a couple of hours. So you showered together in silence.

Just as you’re about to calm down, you’re eyes widened in panic because not only you forgot your own anniversary day, of course you also forgot to actually make a gift despite tons of ideas in your journal and Pinterest board.

“Jia, I didn’t get him a gift!” It wasn’t even noon yet, and you’re already close to breaking down for the third time today.

“Well, the department store is just around the corner. I can come with you at lunch to buy something last minute.”

You shook your head and explained to her that buying some expensive stuff isn’t enough. Knowing your husband, he already made you a gift days ago. You’re not sure if it’s something from his woodshop or if he composed you a song, all you know is Yoongi probably made you a gift with love. No amount of money could compare to that.

“Well, there’s always sex?” At the sight of your face crumpling once again, Jia took back her suggestion. “Or not! Honestly, Y/N, this is why I’m all single and alone in life so I don’t have to give people gifts and you’re making me stress about your own anniversary gift.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“And really, you’re worrying about gifts when…” she paused to look down at your belly. “Have you told him yet?”

You shook your head.

“Well, there’s your anniversary gift, congratulations!”

“This is a stupid gift." Despite your harsh words, you wrapped arm protectively around your middle.

“Why? You said you want to give him something you made, well you made that. He even helped, too!”

You couldn’t possibly just announce you’re pregnant on your anniversary day? Right? Sure, it’s convenient and practical – two celebrations in one night!

But that’s not the actual thing that’s been bothering you. You’ve been hiding your condition to your husband for weeks now, when you should have told him that he’s a gonna be a dad the moment you saw the plus sign on a stick. But you didn’t because you’re scared and if you’re gonna be honest, also selfish. Selfish to have Yoongi the Husband™️ all to yourself just for a couple more days before he turns into Yoongi, your husband and the father of your unborn fetus. And then that selfishness turns into guilt for not telling him, for distancing yourself.

A part of you wished he’ll figure it out on his own, that’ll save you a speech.

x◇x◇x

Even before you started to spent late hours at work, Yoongi always comes home an hour or so before you. It usually gives him enough time to prepare for dinner.

However today, he asked his friend Seokjin to prepare a romantic dinner for you two as he would busy himself installing the porch swing he made as his anniversary gift for you.

With his long hair tied in a half bun, a few strands tucked behind his ears and locked into place with pins, and a safety googles on his face, Yoongi began by drilling two holes up into the ceiling joists where he would screw the hooks. When he’s done and swept away the dust, he took the chains that’s wrapped in rope for extra support and aesthetic purposes and attached them to swing before hoisting them up to the hooks.

Despite wanting his gift to be all handmade, Yoongi had no choice but to buy a small foam mattress and throw pillows to decorate the swing. He placed them all nicely and removed his googles before sitting down and testing the swing if it runs smoothly.

Swinging for a couple of minutes gave Yoongi enough time to relax from the stress of his jobs, from setting this swing up, from all his fears and worries.

It gave him enough peace from all the doubts and questions inside his head. He hoped that this would give you the same. He hoped that you seeing this swing – the one you dreamed for so long, the one that he promised you because how could he ever say no – will help you remember that the fact that you two get to celebrate this day was because of your love for each other and the trust you’ve built all these years even before marrying.

Yoongi had set up the swing in the right side of the house, facing a line of tall trees that secludes this house from the main road, and close enough to the backyard for some peace and privacy that if anyone walks or drives in to your lot, they wouldn’t see you right away as the beams would hinder their sight. But anyone who’s sitting here would see just fine if there’s someone coming in.

Just like Yoongi saw your car rolled in right away to park next to his pickup truck. He stood up and waved his arm to call your attention, excited to show you his gift. When you didn’t see him, he jogged up to the front and flashed a smile when you jumped up in surprise at the sight of him.

“What are you doing outside?”

“I have to show you something, come on!” He went to cover your eyes for surprise and guided you to the back.

You were expecting some surprise in the backyard, probably a dinner he cooked but your assumptions came into a halt as Yoongi stopped only after taking a few steps. When he removed his hands and told you to open your eyes, a cozy porch swing greeted your sight.

“That’s…” you trailed off, walking closer and wrapping your hand around the chain-rope. From the bulky design of the chain and rope to the uneven height of the wooden slabs of the back support, Yoongi made you the exact wooden swing that you drunkenly drew a long time ago when you two just started dating.

“Happy anniversary, Y/N.” You heard Yoongi say behind you, and you wish he had said it the way he greeted you this morning – with such coldness and hurt. You felt like you didn’t deserve this with the way you’ve been treating him this past month.

Not wanting to hurt him any longer and bring back normalcy in your relationship, you turned to look at him, your eyes teary and said, “I… I'm sorry, babe.”

“Why? What is it?”

“I…” You cleared your throat and wondered which should you say first: you didn’t get him any gift, or you’re pregnant. You figured you should go with the bad news first before softening the mood with the good news, you’re just not sure which is which. “I didn’t get you any gift. I actually forgot it’s our anniversary today, I’m sorry.”

Yoongi fell silent before chuckling nervously. Sure, forgetting your own anniversary was bad, but that’s little compared to what Yoongi was imagining these past few days. “That’s alright, I thought it was something serious.”

“Why? What did you think I was going to say?” you prodded before you drop your next bomb.

“I don’t know what I thought, honestly. Things haven’t been quite well with us lately, Y/N.” He shrugged, scratching his nape. “I thought of pregnancy. There’s one where you don’t actually have a job anymore and just didn’t want to say it. I also thought you’re cheating with fucking Seokhoon—”

“Seok-Seokhoon? Why the hell would you think that? I couldn’t stand that guy.”

“I don’t know Y/N, you tell me, you’re the one who suddenly didn’t want to eat chicken because fucking Seokhoon is trying to be vegan.”

You thought about the lamb chops Seokhoon devoured at lunch today. You also remembered the night Yoongi was referring to, when you almost spilled your guts literally and figuratively at the smell of the chicken.

“Seokhoon isn’t vegan. But one of your hunches is true.” You walked towards him, taking his hand in yours and placing it on your stomach. “I’m pregnant.”

Yoongi froze for a minute, staring at your eyes down to your stomach that he’s touching. His gummy smile slowly broke into his face, giggling as he asked to confirm, “Pregnant? With babies?”

You nodded, matching his smile. “Yeah, pregnant, but hopefully just a singular baby. Or fetus, I’m not sure, I haven’t been to a clinic yet. I was putting it off because I want you to be there at the first checkup since I left you in the dark when I took the test. I'm really sorry about that, Yoongi, I just didn’t know how to say it. I was scared and nervous myself about this baby and I kn—”

Yoongi cut off your ramblings by kissing you. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry I thought you were cheating when you were feeling this way all on your own. I should’ve asked you.”

You shook you head. “I'm sorry I let you think that, too. But there’s no way I would’ve betray you for Seokhoon or anyone else, really. I love you so much, Yoongi.”

You stood in your toes to kiss him again, muttering again and again how much you love him and how sorry you were. His hands stayed firmly on each side of you, and you didn’t pushed him away this time. You looped your arms around his neck and tugged him closer.

This one kiss – after all those weeks of just pecking and short kisses, after the frustrating mess that happened earlier morning – was so hungry and powerful and mind-numbing. You wouldn’t even wanna stop if a lightning strike near you two. You missed him so much, you would’ve take him right here, right now.

But Yoongi pulled away, breathing ruggedly as he said, “You haven’t tried it yet.”

“Tried the what yet?”

“The swing, don’t you wanna take a ride on it?”

Despite his innocent question referring to the swing, your eyes mischievously glinted and an idea popped into your mind. You took his hand and gestured for him to sit down. Trying to calm yourself down, you kissed your husband first before prying his legs open and kneeling down between them, instead of sitting beside him.

“What are you doing?” he smirked, enjoying the sight in front of him.

“I was thinking I could ride you on it instead, but first…”

With a coy smile, you unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear, freeing his hard cock. Licking your lips in anticipation, you wrapped your hand around him, thumb circling at the precum beading on his crown.

Yoongi hissed at sensation, bucking his hips up. “Fuck, baby, don’t tease me. It’s been a month.” His hands ran through your hair to keep them out of the way and prompted for you to start.

“Happy anniversary,” you greeted him before placing sloppy, wet mouth kisses on the head of his dick and moving them down while your hand was steadily stroking the base and the other was gently squeezing and rolling his balls.

When you made sure to coat every inch of his cock with your saliva, you kissed his crown one more time before taking him in your mouth, trying to fit whatever you can while your hand covered the rest.

“Ahh, that feels so good, babe. I’ve really missed you,” he rasped.

You moaned around him as you felt yourself getting wet even just at the sound of his voice and at the feeling of his heavy cock sliding in and out of your mouth. One of his hands weaved into your hair once again to carefully guide you at the pace he wanted. He bit his lip in concentration as he tried to restrain himself from just snapping his hips up to fuck your face but failing a couple of times, making you choke and teary-eyed.

Yoongi couldn’t help but groan at the sight of you, mouth wide open full of his cock, eyes in tears staring up at him. His other hand cupped your jaw, his thumb caressing your cheek.

“You’re doing so good, baby, taking my cock so well.”

His moans were getting louder and he started to lose control of his hips, a sign that Yoongi’s close to his orgasm. You released his cock to tease him a little bit, swirling your tongue over again at the sensitive spot of his crown as you pumped his length, making him all whiny as he repeated your name again and again like a mantra along with few curse words, before sucking him whole again with the intention of swallowing his hot cum. Which Yoongi delivered, a lot. And loudly.

You pulled yourself off of his cock, still semi-hard, and opened your mouth to show him that you’ve swallowed every drop of his cum. Still breathing heavily, Yoongi smiled proudly at you. “You’re gonna be the fucking death of me, Y/N baby. Come here.”

“Not to doubt you, but are you sure this won’t give out on us?” You asked, looking up at the ceiling where the swing is hanging.

“Of course not, at least three people can sit here. We’ll be fine, even when we finally have our kid sitting down here with us,” he replied, helping you get up at your feet.

You stared down at him, grinning at the thought of your kid playing at this very porch swing their daddy made in the future. But first, it’s gonna mommy and daddy’s turn on the swing for a while.

Because of the disastrous shower session earlier, you tried to make it up to your husband by wearing his favorite black lace lingerie underneath one of your red dress that gave out the equal vibe of classy and slutty to entice him on. You also figured, might as well wear them while you still can.

You unbuttoned the dress open from the top, revealing the lacy bra, causing Yoongi to raise his eyebrows.

“You wore lingerie to work?”

“Yeah, it turned out to be quite itchy and uncomfortable to wear for a long time actually,” you pouted. “Help me out of it, please.”

Yoongi leaned forward, one of his hands held you firmly by your waist while the other slipped beneath your dress, running his fingertips along the edge of your underwear before pulling them aside to sink a finger inside your cunt and moving it in a ‘come hither' motion. He added another finger while his thumb drew circles on your clit to send you over the edge.

You gasped, your hands paused from unclasping your bra to balance yourself on your husband’s shoulders as he stretched you out, spreading your slick all over your slit. When your juices had dripped down on his wrist, Yoongi took that as a cue that you’re wet enough and hooked his hands around your underwear to remove them before pulling you into his lap.

He gathered the skirt of your dress, bunching them up to your waist. You bit your lower lip as your pussy was pressing against his cock, feeling hard and thick against your wet core. Feeling impatient as Yoongi kissed your neck, you tried to move your hips, chasing that pleasure the friction gave you, in which you earned a gentle slap in the ass from him.

“Take this off,” he said, toying with the strap of your bra.

You nodded like a good girl, unclasping them from behind and took the straps of your shoulders. Yoongi pulled down your dress, revealing your tits. He stared at them for a second, both of his hands cupping each breast gently, thumbs grazing your soft skin and hardened nipple. You were about to make a joke when he leaned down to start licking and sucking one of your tits, while he massaged the other one.

While he was busy, you attempted to get yourself off by rocking your hips against him again, whether on his cock or his thigh, you didn’t care. A cry left your lips when he slapped your ass once again, a bit harder this time, before proceeding to grab your ass in his hands and dig his fingers in to help you move. You whimpered every time your sensitive clit rubbed pass his tip, making him almost poked your entrance.

Yoongi switched his attention on your other tit, but never faltering his movement to make you come on his cock. He could feel you’re close, your folds fluttering against his cock, your hips jerking more uncontrollably, your juices running down on his skin to the foam cushion he newly bought, making a mental note to buy a new one.

“Y—Yoongi…” you moaned, eyes scrunched close and head thrown back. “Oh, I'm gonna—oh fuck Yoongi—”

He looked up from your chest to stare at the fucked out expression on your face as you come, his hands on your hips controlling your move to help you ride out your orgasm. When he felt that you’re almost done coming down from your high, Yoongi lifted you up to line his tip against your entrance and helped you sink down on his cock. You moaned loudly at the feeling of your cunt being stretched out so deliciously after a month without an intercourse.

None of you spoke for a while, but you were thankful that Yoongi didn’t fuck you right away and instead let you adjust to the size as he sucked and nibbled every inch of your skin.

“If I’m pregnant right now, does that mean we don’t need a condom for a while? Or you can still get me pregnant while I’m pregnant?”

“It can happen, but it’s rare.” Yoongi saw your concerned expression, so he asked, “Do you want me to wear one?”

You smiled and shook your head immediately. “No. I want to feel you.” With that being said, you hooked your arms across his shoulders and started to bounce on his cock, grinding your clit on his pelvis everytime you come down.

Despite the frustrations and longing that Yoongi had built up for a month, he managed to calmly hold back and sit there as you ride him. At the back of his mind, he was also hesitant to pound his dick in and out of you without a care because he’s afraid he might hurt the baby. So he let you control the pace while his hands wander over your body, palming your tits and smacking your ass.

“Ahh Yoongi… please, fuck me.” You couldn’t keep your upper body straight anymore as your walls began on clenching around his dick, so you leaned your head on his shoulder. “I can’t—I feel so close again…”

“I know, baby, I got you now. You did great,” Yoongi whispered tenderly, placing a kiss on your head. He gripped your thighs in place, thrusting his hips upward into you and picked up the pace to bring you to your second orgasm.

You cried out in pleasure as Yoongi kept hitting that sweet spot inside you, your body beginning to tremble in his arms. You could feel him getting close too by the way his thrusts were being quick and sloppy so you curled your hand around the curly strands on his nape, your lips leaving wet kisses on his neck as you tried to give him hickeys.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, holy shit baby…”

You were lucky you live in a remote place and didn’t have any neighbors for miles as they would’ve surely heard Yoongi's loud groans and your high-pitched moans as you came together. Yoongi had thrust one more time inside you, bringing your hips down as he flushed your bodies together and filled your cunt with his thick cum.

None of you wanted to move at that moment, just catching up on your breaths and occasionally rocking your hips into each other for a potential round two when your stomach had a sudden craving — dumplings.

And dumplings reminded you of — “Oh my, god, we’re gonna have a baby dumpling in a few months.”

“I’m not a dumpling,” he groaned, burying his face on the crook of your neck as you laugh.

Min Yoongi was many things—a carpenter, a songwriter and producer, a basketball player, a dumpling (despite his denial), your loving husband, and in a few months, a proud father.

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BTS FIC RECS

a list of BTS fics I really enjoyed! pls go and show these amazing authors some love <3 if there wasn't a summary I just included a little blurb from the fics! and anything with * are my own thoughts. now onto the recs ↓

KIM SEOKJIN

TURN BACK TIME - @raplinesmoon

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut

After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

WITH YOU - @yoonpobs

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, ceo, marriage, divorce, parent

marrying your childhood best friend was not the love story that most painted it to be. you knew that better than anyone else.

UNTITLED - @eoieopda

drabble, fluff, est relationship, parent

"I loved the dad joon and dad yoongs drabble 🥹 it's freaking cuteeee omg jade 😭😭 *whisper* can you do dad-to-be or dad seokjin too please...? I'm on a seokjin missing hour 🥹 thank you ❤️❤️"

LONG TERM COUPLE - @taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, idol au, strangers to lovers

long term couple masterlist *the whole long term couple series is honestly one of my faves😭*

MIN YOONGI

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, strangers to lovers

long term couple masterlist

NO MORE - @gyukult

series (two-shot), angst, smut, fluff, unrequited love, college, secret relationship

yoongi doesn’t like your consistent pining, and one day, after finally coming to terms that he will never reciprocate any feelings back, you give up. yet, for some reason, yoongi is the one who can’t come to terms with the consequences of when he says ‘no more.’

VOWS AKA 10 WAYS TO WIN YOUR HUSBAND'S HEART - @hamsterclaw

series, fluff, angst, smut, arranged marriage, est relationship

You’ve been in your arranged marriage with Yoongi for five years, and he’s never once retaliated for anything you’ve done to him. One day you realise you’ve lost your appetite for provoking him, and you set about trying to win his heart instead.

CARE FOR YOU - @archivedkookie

oneshot, fluff, est relationship, marriage, doctor au

Yoongi will always care for you, no matter what.

BABY, YOU CAN DRIVE MY CAR PT.2- @jungshookz

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, mechanic au

welcome to min mechanics - what can i do for you today, doll?

THE TROPHY WIFE - @taeyohonic

oneshot, fluff, angst, est relationship, idol au

the proposal doesn’t go as planned

BACK-BURNER - @/yoonpobs

series, angst, fluff, smut, sisters best friend, friends to lovers

sometimes you felt like you were the back-burner of a two-decade-long friendship. how could you ever compete?

VEGAS BABY - @chimivx

series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, parent au

A peek into the life of an Idol and his soulmate tackling the obstacles that come with having a surprise in the whirlwind of a world they live in. { This link takes you to the full collection of works. }

JUNG HOSEOK

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

ONE NIGHT LIGHT - @bts-reveries

series, fluff, angst, smau, parent

Hoseok has been living his very own version of a perfect life. Unlike some of his best friends, this doesn’t include a happy marriage, adorable kids, or even a stable relationship. All he would ever need was music, dancing, and of course, the parties. Now what happens when he gets a wake up call from reality when the door rings approximately six years after his last one night stand?

AT THE CONCERT - @katnisspeetaprim

oneshot, fluff, est relationship, idol au

Hoseok was quite insistent that you come to this show in particular...

KIM NAMJOON

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

UNTITLED - @/eoieopda

drabble, fluff, est relationship, parent au

dad!joon

ALONE ON YOUR BIRTHDAY - @monimonimoon

drabble, angst, est relationship

Namjoon promised he would be there on your birthday, he wouldn't be working, he certainly wouldn't work late. Sometimes, increasingly frequently, he broke his promises.

ME AND YOUR MAMA - @joonberriess

oneshot, smut, fluff, est relationship

you like to remember both what life before the little one was and after with your loving boyfriend namjoon.

PARK JIMIN

ROCK BOTTOM - @jkbabiey

oneshot, angst, fluff, smut, marriage, idol au

When, in a four-year marriage, you get to the point where you question its worth, you know that’s your rock bottom. How many I’m sorry’s will you handle? How many times are too many times?

MASK ON - @herherteartear

series, fluff, angst, smau, single dad au

blind dates are never the move.. unless your best friend is vouching for the person you're going on a date with. it couldn't be that bad, right? wrong. now you're in love with a man who has a big secret. a big secret with chubby cheeks and pig tails.

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, friends to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

KIM TAEHYUNG

MINI ME - @bts-reveries

series, fluff, angst, smau, strangers to lovers, parent au, artist au

Unlike his best friends, Taehyung was young, wild, and free. No relationship, no babies, no responsibilities. Well he had his puppy, but that was it. Taehyung watched his nieces and nephews grow up and it was no secret that he too wanted to have one of his own someday. So what will happen when he finally finds someone that matches his personality (and himself) well?

WELCOME TO MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL - @tteokggukk

oneshot, fluff, idol au, strangers to lovers

"He’s been watching your videos for quite some time now, ever since your channel started rising. Art was one of his major interests and he absolutely adored the way you made your videos with the calming, ASMR-like sound of mixing paint and how you skillfully glided the brush across the canvas. On days when he found himself tired and in need of a quick way to relax, he’d subconsciously find himself binge watching videos on your channel— even repeating several videos since you were only starting. He found it fascinating, but also because he found you interesting."

ONE OF THE BOYS - @littlemisskookie

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, childhood friends, best friends to lovers, high school

All your life you wanted only one thing- for Kim Taehyung to like you. You did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. But who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him?

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, (best)friends to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

"I WISH ID NEVER MET YOU" " I HATE YOU" - @v-hope

oneshot, angst, idol au

"pls do 12 and 27 with tae (angst)"

JEON JUNGKOOK

UNTITLED - @onlyswan

oneshot, fluff, angst, est relationship, idol au

in which you make jungkook’s world spin and you tend to… make him a little too dizzy.

ME AND MY HUSBAND - @gashinabts

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, est relationship, parent au

You don’t want to brag but you have the world’s greatest husband. Jungkook packs your lunch everyday, and makes cute shapes with the fruit. There’s even a little note, ‘ Have a good day at work, Baby! <3’. Smiling to yourself you place the note down, and eat your food with content.

17 GOING ON 27 - @hansolmates

oneshot, fluff, angst, photographer au

one second, you’re sobbing at prom because the most popular guy in school dumps you due to your relationship being a little prank to break your heart. the next? you’re a creative editor at Ego, the hottest young adult fashion magazine. as you try to figure out what’s the deal with this sudden time skip into adulthood, you come across relationships and friendships that are made to be cherished and made to be broken.

HOME - @bonny-kookoo

oneshot, fluff, smut, idol au

Singing about love without having experienced it properly before, Jungkook felt a little foolish- as if he didn’t quite have the rights to the words he’d put out there for others to listen to. But Jungkook also loved to learn new things; and loving you was one of them.

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

want recs for other groups? check out my navigation → here!

ANGEL MASK - MYG

Pairing: Yandere! Yoongi x F! Reader

Word Count: 13.06K

Story contains very dark themes and might be triggering to some readers.

Warning(s): Mentions of infant death/, detailed mentions of blood, guns, torture, death, manipulation, attempted suicide, misogyny, mentions of choking, drugs/alcohol, threats of familicide, noncon (mentioned but not written), murder, pregnancy,

A/N: Re-upload and re-written!

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While some stuck with the belief of heaven, Min Yoongi stuck with the belief of hell. Death happened, every minute, every second, and it was absolutely wicked and so iniquitous. He believed that once he took his last breath, he’d look at death straight in the eye, unafraid to face the hell he knew awaited.

He didn’t believe in a heaven, but he envied knowing that if a heaven really did exist, his baby girl would be there, happy and beaming where all the innocent souls inhabited. 

It was all so unexpected. The gunshots, the chaos. 

His pale hands, veiny and warm caressed your swollen belly with such delicacy, both your bodies swaying side to side, dancing to a nonexistent melody. “Do you like it? ” He questioned, looking down at you. You could only nod as your throat seemed to close shut, the tears coming down your cheeks. “Ugh! Why am I crying!” You chuckled at your ridiculousness. The bracelet was cold to the touch, gold and engraved with your unborn daughter’s name. 

The thought of welcoming her into the world, of finally holding her in your arms, her name at her wrist confirming that she was real, warmed your heart. 

Your little family. Your little girl.

Afficher davantage

buzzer beater | myg

SUMMARY at the end-of-the-year college fair, your boyfriend wants to win you a prize, and he's chosen the perfect game to play—or so he thinks.

PAIRING basketball player!yoongi x reader

RATE 18+

WARNINGS mentions of recreational drug use, cocky yoongi :/, jimin is a menace

GENRE fluff, college au, established relationship

PLAYLIST ♪♪

WC 2.4K

⇢ part of the Shoot Your Shot series: (can be read alone) game face | shoot your shot | swish | buzzer beater

Ding! Ding! Ding! “And that’s the game!” 

The announcer’s voice pours through the megaphone, followed by one exasperated groan and one very excited “Ha! In your face!” 

Jungkook jumps up from his seat vivaciously while Seokjin grumbles under his breath. “You got lucky, kid. That’s all.” 

“Doesn’t matter. I still won.” Jungkook very dramatically points past Jin’s face, wiggling a finger at the giant pokemon plush that was hanging from the game booth. The game attendant passed it over to him, which Jungkook took to showing off with many “accidental” prods to Seokjin. “Guys look at my prize.” 

Seokjin just rolled his eyes, getting up from the Shark Attack Water Shooter game, the carnival lights beaming off his face, making him look ethereal even in the dark. 

Your university’s annual end-of-the-year carnival was bigger than you remember, complete with huge rides, prizes, and many-a funnel cake and fried oreo booths. Probably courtesy of your basketball team winning regionals this year—the school always loved any excuse to spoil the athletic department, and the star player sure as hell wasn’t complaining. 

“They must really love me,” Yoongi had said as soon as he spotted the balloon animal booth making trophies instead. 

You’d been here during the day, the rest of the group trickling in throughout. Taehyung was the last to show up, fluffy hair indicative of the fat nap he’d just woken up from, and bloodshot eyes exhibiting his herbal indulgence beforehand. Pulling up to the pendulum ride in gray sweats and a simple sage green t-shirt, he looked about ready to crawl back into bed. “I’m only here for the fried oreos,” he confirmed, eyes zeroing in on the bag in Doyeon’s hand. 

The carnival continued well into the evening, bright colors in fluorescent lights, game announcers on megaphones echoing around you, the smell of funnel cake following everywhere you walked. It was one of your favorite days of the year, and you looked forward to it at the end of every spring. 

“What’s next?” Jungkook bounced, challenge in his eyes as his gaze fell onto Seokjin. The two had been racing around all day, in a constant one-up battle to see who could win the most games. You’d all lost count at this point (and so had they, to be frank), but Jungkook still tucked his plush under his arm with a newfound swagger, ready for the next competition. 

“You want your ass kicked that bad? Alright, how about—” Seokjin was getting ready to offer up the bumper cars as the new battleground, but was swiftly interrupted by Doyeon. 

“Actually, you said you’d ride the ferris wheel with me.” She tugged Seokjin’s arm purposefully, her eyes communicating what she didn’t say out loud. Seokjin caught the vibe, immediately switching gears, “oh! Gotta go.” But before he left, Seokjin waved a wagging finger at Jungkook. “But I’ll be back.” 

And the two were off, in a haste that could only be explained by the fact that the ferris wheel would be subject to some very lewd ministrations.

The rest of you lazed slowly throughout the rest of the carnival, tarrying by the games and watching the lively competition with the carnival music drifting through. It was like watching a soap opera; there were tears, there were fights, there were declarations of love—all over a game that had you fishing rubber duckies out of a kiddie pool and the like. 

“Think they have any more of those fried oreos?” Taehyung’s eyes darted around, his shaggy hair bouncing as he searched for a food booth. Having a tendency for munchies, and with Doyeon’s stash gone, he was on the hunt. 

“Hm,” you turned your head, sure you’d peeped someone coming out of that direction with a very poignant bag of caramel popcorn. Something you’d made a mental note of to get later. But instead of helping your buddy, your pal, your eyes landed on something else. 

“Hello Kitty plushies????” Your eyes turned into saucers, and you were sure stars were twinkling in them as you rushed over, leaving Taehyung and his munchies in your wake. Hanging from the prize booth of a large basketball game, your eyes were not deceived as you confirmed the giant Hello Kitty characters dangling from the hooks. 

“Step right up and try your wrist action at Hot Shot!” The game operator announced, comically calling out to passerbys. “It’s easy! All you have to do is get this ball into that basket,” he pointed behind him, “And you win a prize! Step right up, kids. Step right up!” 

Your friends joined you as you observed the plushies with big, greedy eyes, darting around to decide which one is your favorite. But you’re interrupted from your selection when the announcer spots you, “How about you, miss? Care to try?” He extends a basketball out towards you. “You seem like a hooper, those pretty, long nails of yours are bound to win,” he winks.

You reach out for the ball immediately, the omnipresent Sanrio plushie in your mind propelling you forward, but your ‘pretty, long nails’ don’t even have a chance to touch the ball before it’s being snatched away. 

“Let me,” Yoongi struts forward, tossing the ball in one hand, “Let the captain of the basketball team win you something, doll.” All cocksure with a swagger in his step, he mounts the ball onto one finger, and spins—knowing full well how much you loved that little party trick. He winks in your direction before stepping up to the hoop. 

“Oh, you’re the captain?” The announcer asks with a raised eyebrow. 

“That’s right,” Yoongi parades, turning to softly grasp your hand in his, and raising it up to his lips. “Gotta make sure my girl’s pretty, long nails stay that way.” 

You’re one wink away from a complete swoon and giggle combo when Jimin takes up your side with a snort. “Alright, hot shot. Just shoot the ball,” he calls to Yoongi. Yoongi just rolls his eyes, but turns towards the game nonetheless, lining up his shot. 

Jimin leans in towards you as you watch, dropping his voice to say, “Bet you five bucks he misses.” 

You bite back a laugh, holding your hand up to your mouth and feigning a cough instead. You had faith in your boyfriend, though. Always delivering, he talked big shit for a reason. If the trophies and awards in the athletic department showcase weren’t enough, watching the guy play always showcased the ubiquitous way in which his talent presented itself. 

And he knew it, too. Sauntering up to the line with a healthy amount of pomp, his tongue was pushing against his inner cheek with a slight smirk on his lips as he lifted the ball up, eyeing the hoop. With a long net following the rim, the hoop was far from NBA standard, but Yoongi was quick to adjust his strategy, closing one eye to target his arc accurately. The ball left his hands and flew high in the air, all eyes following it as it hit the basket and… bounced off. 

“OH! No dice.” The announcer yelled into the megaphone, making your boyfriend shoot him a death glare. “Better luck next time.” 

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed, “If the hoop wasn’t so damn crooked, it would’ve gone in.” He turned to the group, “You know these things are made rigged, not at all up to par—” 

“It’s okay, baby.” You reached out to pat his arm, coincidentally also getting a feel of his taut biceps. “You’re still a star in my eyes.” 

Yoongi scoffed, “That was a fluke, and I’m going again. I’m getting you that plushie.” And to prove it, he turned around and told the announcer to set it up again, determined glint in his eye. 

You bit your lip and crossed your arms over your chest apprehensively. The game was clearly rigged, and you didn’t even know if there was a real possibility of a win. The rims were often smaller, deterring any ball from falling through, and the balls were pumped to the brim to make them more bouncy and more likely to bounce off the rim. These games were made for the sole purpose of luring in unsuspecting players and sending them away with frustrations as they counted the green in the back maniacally. And you weren’t sure you wanted Yoongi to go through all that, just for a sanrio plushie. 

But before you could intercept, a hand landed on your shoulder. “Go ahead, Yoongi. Try again.” Jimin couldn’t help it, egging him on with a troublesome glint in his eye. “Don’t worry yn, he’s the star of our basketball team.”

Yoongi threw a nod to him in exuberant agreement, turning back towards the game with determination coloring his face. The carnival music looped again in dramatic rendition, playing ominous notes to build suspense as Yoongi stepped up. He looked at the hoop crossly, narrowing  his eyes and tightening his jaw. He took his time, the operator’s irksome face looming in his mind, sanrio plushies taunting him out of the corner of his eye. He bent his knees, lifted his hand, and let the ball fly out of his grasp, arching over the brightly colored faux court, and landing straight onto the rim of the basket, a second from going in. Just one nudge and he’d win this stupid game. His heart was racing ecstatically, preparing to scream in jubilant glee when… the ball rolled around a few times, overinflation keeping it balanced, and tipped right over out of the hoop, and onto the floor. 

“Motherf—” Yoongi threw his hand into his hair, pushing the long strands back as he turned on his heel, away from the game. Your boyfriend was ever the calm in the eye of a storm, but even through his quiet displays of anger, you saw the exasperation in his body.

And here come Jimin to fan the flames. “Are you sure you’re the captain of the basketball team?” He asks with annoyingly genuine curiosity, his voice pristinely sweet. “We’re in the trenches, for real.” 

You’d think the star athlete would be offended, but with a habit of Jimin’s jabs under his belt, all he responds with is a swift scoff as Taehyung overhypes the comment with a loud “OH SHIT!” and Jungkook claps Jimin on the back with a “Yoooooo, out of pocket.” 

With an eye roll, Yoongi turns back and says three simple words to the operator. “Run it back.” 

His voice was level, but chilling—even the operator jumped to follow his request, no teasing in sight. The song started up again as the man started the timer again, and you all watched with chattering teeth as Yoongi walked up to the line for a third time that day. 

Yoongi paused this time, eying the offending hoop with spite. There was a way to win this game, and he’d find it. He tilted his head, looking around to the side of the hoop. Craning his neck with curiosity, he had a suspicion. Based on the last two misses, there was something about the shape of the hoop that he didn’t consider. Walking to the side to get a better look, he confirmed his suspicions—it was bent. 

He’d never had to deal with a bullshit shot like this in his life, but the sparkles in your eyes looking at those sanrio plushies were too sweet to forget—it was worth it if it made you squeal and throw your arms around him in the way that you do.  

As the announcer called out the start of the game, the ominous, fast-paced music started again, and the timer clicked on, counting down. By now, the third attempt, the loud megaphone had drawn somewhat of a crowd. As Yoongi lined up his shot, people recognized the basketball captain at the game and gathered around, vying for a look to see if he’d make it. 

He raised his arm, unaware of the horde behind him, getting ready to shoot. Laser-focused, he took his bottom lip in between his teeth in anticipation. The entire crowd held their collective breath as the ball left his fingertips, soaring through the air, and landing to on the outer-right rim of the hoop. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest as you watched the ball circle the rim slowly, balancing in between the awaiting net, and the losing floor. 

The ball circled once… twice… until it tipped over right into the hoop. A loud noise-maker sounded as bright lights exploded the game booth, and the crowd erupted into cheers. Chanting “SUGA” with school pride swelling in their chest, they hooted and hollered for the man pointing to the sanrio plushie. Yoongi turned around nodding to the crowd with a cocky smirk, making his way through to you. 

“I believe I owe you a plushie, princess.” He says lowly, holding it out to you. A lopsided grin paints his face as you scream and throw your arms around him, squishing the plushie in between you. 

“You beat an impossible game for me?” Your eyes shine as you pull away to look at him with a wide smile. 

“I’d do anything for you.” 

Your heart skips not one, not two, but several beats at his quiet confession, ready with a kiss on your lips. But the moment is stolen away as a menace crashes into your boyfriend. 

“That was fucking crazy, hyung!” Jungkook hollers, tackling Yoongi’s shoulders. Hoseok was next to clap him on the back, and even Taehyung seemed more awake now, eyes bright with exhilaration. 

Jimin, menace-ry forgotten, was cheering loudly, shoving Yoongi’s shoulder affectionately with a grin matching his. 

“What was that you were saying earlier?” Yoongi taunted, bumping his shoulder with a point of his index finger. “‘Yoongi you’re the best captain this school has ever seen.’ Something like that, wasn’t it?” 

“Hey, man. Just hope they give you three tries on the free throw line,” Jimin teased back, earning a swift playful punch from his friend. 

“Hey, how about fried oreos to celebrate?” Taehyung suggested, a glimmer of hope in his voice. Evidently, the boy’s cravings for the food wasn’t only due to the munchies, eyes big as he guided you all towards the food booth. 

Yoongi threw his arm around you, pulling you in as you held your plushie close to your chest. “You like it?” He nodded to the kuromi you were clutching. Your answer came in the form of you tilting your head up and crashing your lips into his, duly noting your appreciation as you both smiled into the kiss. “Thank you baby.” 

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