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go away with this cute and sentimental shit. it’s not good for my health. it’s detrimental to my entire existence bc it’s also yoongi. and we may not know much about this man, but ik he would have soft moments just like this one. and I can’t have them with him. why would you play with my heart like this????
but also, wow. you managed in limited words. cutest fucking thing i’ve read today’
Minisode: Yoongi
Notes: Bros I miss Yoongi so much rn 😭
Warnings: implied smut and nudity
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"You want a kiss or something?" Yoongi peeks an eye open, the soft traces of your warm fingers against his bottom lip and chin pulled him from his dozing. Sunlight filters in from the window, muted in white as the sun fights through a shimmery cloud. You're inches away, skin bare in the soft light, the sheet draped over you hides the rest of you from view and Yoongi eyes the mark that aligns with his teeth.
You're quiet as you simply stare, and years ago, Yoongi would get shy, tuck his tongue into his cheek and look away because he couldn't help it. Now, he stares back, trying to read the furrow in your brow and the light in your eyes because he can't help that either. They don't really match up and he's trying to make sense of it. Your fingers shift their focus, tracing along the angle of his jaw, up to his hair, shorter now than many months ago when you would playfully tug. You'd cried when he came home with it short.
"What's wrong?" Yoongi asks softly, catching your hand with his, he gives your fingers a little squeeze. You smile and shake your head, and Yoongi shuffles closer, pulling you to him. His arm would go numb in a bit, but that barely matters as you curl into him. You tuck your face against his neck, just slightly under his chin, and slightly confused and mostly concerned, Yoongi rubs circles against your back. "Do you want to talk about it?"
He feels you shake your head, "Okay. That's okay."
For a moment, it's quiet and he thinks you've fallen asleep, but your voice barely disturbs the silence. "Missed you."
"I've been here." Yoongi's hand settles on the back of your neck, pulling back just slightly, but you press closer to him so he gives up. He lets you settle as you please, your breath ghosting along his collar brings a phantom memory of your mouth just then. He trails his fingers at your hairline, just at your nape, and presses a kiss to your hair.
"I know."
Something that feels an awful lot like guilt settles in his chest and stings his eyes for a second, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay." You finally pull back and he takes the chance, looking down at you. Your eyes are misty but you're smiling, something that blossoms and blooms into the grin he's fond of. "Can I have that kiss now?"
Yoongi chuckles, "I dunno. You have eye boogies and you drool in your sleep, you know." You smack his side and he wheezes, "Slobbered all over my arm this morning."
He keeps going just to hear you whine and complain, but your smile grows and you laugh this time, moving away from him and wrapping yourself in the sheets and he follows with not-so-sorry sorry's. He pulls you back, even though the sheets deny him once more, digs his cold hands trough it to find your warm skin.
"I'm not gonna kiss you if you don't turn around."
It's about devotion and obsession. It's ALWAYS about devotion and obsession. And hunger. It's love with teeth.
this brought me so much comfort. like a soft caress to my touchstarved self.
it made me sigh out loud. your words are so relaxing yet are compounded with so much emotion, i could take a sip and keep gulping more.
idk what else i’m feeling, but it’s all good and soft and wanted. thanks for writing this. especially with yoongi.
early mornings
summary. when time seems to bend every morning and love speaks through tender touches and quiet reassurances.
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pairing: yoongi x reader
genre: established relationship au, tooth-rotting fluff
word count: 1k
content: yoongi and oc wake up in each others arms / they love each other a bit too much and they make it pretty clear / they kiss a lot :3
warnings: fear of abandonment (kind of? if you squint??), allusions to sex
notes: idk why i'm procrastinating the third part of 'stumble into you' so bad, but this is a result of me still wanting to write something. also, ignore the images at the top if they don’t go well together, i’m too lazy to actually put in effort today 😭 likes, reblogs, comments, and asks are all greatly appreciated!! i love you guys and i hope you enjoy <33333
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Amber rays spill across the room, seeping between the gaps in the curtains and kissing your bare skin with its golden warmth.
Yoongi stirs under the sheets, attempting to untangle his limbs from you, who lay beside him. But your arms only tighten around him, and he quickly gives in to the comforts of your touch.
With your head on his chest and his arm secure under your head, he can't help the lazy smile that draws across his lips.
He's always loved early mornings with you; when neither of you have to think about anything else but each other; when time feels like it ceases to exist; when nothing else mattered, because why would it when you had each other?
You were his home; his universe; his first thought in the morning and the most frequent visitor of his dreams. Everything reminded him of you, and it was maddening. But he welcomed the longing with open arms, because he was a fool.
Because he knew that it was worth being foolish if it meant having you.
Yoongi places a kiss on your forehead, his lips pressing against a few strands of hair that lay messily across your face. The scent of your skin, faintly sweet like the lavender soap you use, lingers in the air as Yoongi buries his nose in your hair, taking in the quiet of the morning, broken only by the soft hum of your breathing. He moves his hand to rest over yours, running the pad of his thumb over your knuckles.
He doesn't expect the gentle action to wake you, but your eyes flutter open. You hum, the sound quiet and laced with exhaustion as you stretch out your body.
Your eyes light up when you meet his gaze and the butterflies in his stomach erupt, fluttering around wildly.
"Morning," you whisper. You peck his lips with a soft kiss.
"Morning," Yoongi echoes. A faint blush paints his features, and a giggle tumbles from your mouth. Yoongi catches the sound with another kiss; then a third one that lingers for a few seconds longer than the others.
It is almost embarrassing to admit the effect you had on him. You've been together for years, and known each other for even more. He knows every dip and curve of your body and you have seen him through all of his highs and lows. Yet, a kiss from you still has him blushing.
"Missed me?" you tease, and he hums in agreement.
"A lot." He kisses corner of your lips and the curve of your jaw. "You're so pretty."
You laugh; a soft sound that rings through the air. It has always been Yoongi's favourite melody-the one sound that made his heart swell and his eyes crinkle into crescent moons to accommodate his growing smile.
He tucks a few strands of your hair behind your ear, letting his hand stay to cup your cheek so that he can bring his lips to yours again. He’s addicted to the way your lips fit perfectly with his, and no matter how often he kisses you, it’s never enough
And you can't stop smiling.
The feeling that courses under your skin is almost overwhelming. It still feels surreal—that kind of love, where just being with him made the world right
The possibility of losing Yoongi terrifies you, but it's a fear that follows you everyday. Sometimes, you expect to wake up one day only to realise that this is all a cruel dream, or to find the house suddenly void of his belongings and his presence.
Sometimes, the fear creeps in before you can stop it, a quiet panic that gripped you in the space between sleep and waking. You’d reach out, half-afraid to find the bed cold and empty. But then, your hand would meet the warmth of his skin, and the fear dissolved into nothing. Because every morning, he's here. Solid, warm, and real, wrapped up in the sheets beside you. His sleepy eyes, the soft curve of his lips, the way he pulls you closer as if you’re his anchor—it’s all so undeniably Yoongi, and it makes your heart flutter with a mixture of disbelief and gratitude.
You press your forehead to his, noses brushing, as if the closer you hold him, the more real this will become. Yoongi's fingers trail lightly over your skin, tracing invisible patterns that make you shiver.
“You’re thinking too much,” he murmurs, voice raspy but tender, like he's always known your thoughts even before you speak them.
You let out a soft sigh, trying to find the words, but they dissolve on your tongue when his hand glides over your waist, settling at the small of your back.
“You’re here,” you whisper, more to yourself than him. It's a quiet confession of the relief that washes over you each time you wake up to find him still beside you. He smiles against your skin, a low hum of agreement in his throat. "I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here."
“I’m not going anywhere,” he promises, his voice carrying the weight of every unspoken assurance. "You know that I'll always be right here-right beside you, whenever you need me."
For a moment, the world falls away. There’s no fear of loss, no dread of waking up alone. It’s just him, his presence grounding you, his breath steady and warm against your neck. The intimacy of the moment swells between you, a shared heartbeat that drowns out the rest of the world.
Your legs tangle beneath the sheets as he pulls you even closer, his hand finding yours under the covers. His touch is gentle, tender, as if he’s memorizing every inch of you, and in the glow of the early morning, you feel more connected to him than ever.
You close your eyes, letting the warmth of his skin seep into yours, feeling utterly safe in his embrace.
And in that moment, you know—this is home.