Min Yoongi

min yoongi

smaus

shut up

two closed off people fall for each other, no one would of seen this coming

do it again @kimnjss | a s

months after deciding to end their three year long relationship, a sex tape hits the internet. fans go wild speculating that rap star, min yoongi and aspiring model, yn are the stars. old feelings arise as the couple try to figure out a way out of this.

thinking of you @smaubts | c

yoongi and y/n hate each other, at least that's what they tell everyone. when unexpected events occur they begin to realise that maybe the real cause for all the hate is because it's a way to hide the feelings they won't admit.

bluebird @firebettercallnct | a f c

trying to suppress your feelings for someone is hard but it's even harder when they're seemingly happy with someone else.

or in which he's a sunset and she's a bluebird.

good bad choices @bangtanloverboys | f

girls like you aren't normally seen with guys like him, but he's nothing like what you think

t.l.h.c. (the lonely hearts club) @cinnaminsvga | c f a

social media au where y/n and yoongi are mutuals but they're constantly at each other's throats for reasons unknown (aka emotional constipation)

the duff @sillyseoks | f

After years of pining after the shy boy, Jeon Jungkook, Min Yoongi takes pity upon y/n and with his dropping grades, he enlists her to help him raise them. In return, he’ll “deduff” her and get the younger boy to fall in love with her. But that was certainly easier said than done, especially with unrequited loves, crackhead groupchats, bff drama, and homework in the mix.

call me baby @smaubts

in which yoongi accidentally tells his ex he's dating y/n, his sworn enemy, which leads to him and his friends to create a plan envolving his sworn enemy y/n and fake dating her. a very platonic and fake relationship turns awkward when unexpected feelings arise.

daylight @maravillamin | a f

life gets a little more complicated when your son befriends a kid whose father seems to hate your guts

maybe this time @minbbyy

Stealing songs, and marketing them as your own is the worst thing you could do being in the music industry. You’re fake, lazy, unprofessional, a thief, and a liar. Being accused of something so serious, y/n didn't know what to do. Y/N thought she could rely on her best friends but they turned their backs on her. With no evidence in her favor, she ran. Now a year later, she’s ready to live the life that she lost and clear her name. Will she be able to handle facing those who betrayed her? Will she be able to trust them again after everything they did to her? Maybe this time, she’ll gain back the friendships and love that she lost. Maybe this time, she’ll find a new love to carry her through her hurt and pain.

now you see me @minsugapie | f a

You’re a content creator that is wanting to change up your brand a little bit.

Yoongi is a faceless musician. Well, he’s two people at once. He’s the faceless Agust D online and while performing, but he’s Min Yoongi in real life.

Who will he be to you?

epiphany @hxneysuga | f a

unlikely alliance @bts-celestials

yoongi helps you get the boy of your dreams and you help him get the girl of his dreams, it’s a win-win situation!

spoiled milk @adorajoon

an au in which you join an app that assigns you to groupchats randomly

fake love @cafevantae | a c

in which you go from single to ‘engaged’ overnight, all because you don’t want to show up to your ex-boyfriend’s wedding alone

second chance

After Yoongi got his heart broken by his first love ever, he decided to leave and live a little adventure.

broken hearts club @bbangpanmen | f a

“in those 13 years... where was i?”

best friends to lovers au except you’re not the best friend

also

what happens to the one who gets left behind?

loser baby @dejayoonw | f a c s

Schola Veneficas, a college for witches where everyone seems to know who you are which is weird considering you don’t really know much about your family history. When the cute fifth year takes pity on you it makes the unexpected hostility a little more bareable, at least for a little while.

more @dejayoonw | a f

recently divorced & looking for a new producer you’re inroduced to the seemingly stoic and hardworking min yoongi. at first it seems like he hates you but slowly he begins to warm up, showing you who he really is. how could you not fall for the caring, talented and amazingly devoted father?

your voice @burningupp

at night, yoongi tends to frequent cafés to get some work done. one night, he hears you sing, and his world is forever changed.

series

skin deep @aquaminwrites | a s

fluff

love grows where you go. @hueseok | 11.4k ; a f s

determined to make you and yoongi grow closer for your upcoming wedding in two weeks, your parents plan a trip for the both of you that lasts five days long. you know you should be ecstatic about it, considering your longtime crush on your fiancé, but by how you're positive that he secretly despises your whole being, you don't find this mini vacation with him something to look forward to. that is until things take an unexpected turn and suddenly, he makes it apparent he doesn’t hate you at all as you reckoned.

yoongi doesn't romance @jamaiskookie | 6.6k ; c f

yoongi isn't great at expressing feelings- especially with how nervous he gets around you. alternatively titled: yoongi sucks at romance

the way to your heart @joonary | 9k

when your office christmas party’s secret santa gives you absolutely no context on what kind of gift he wants, you have no choice but to get to know him better.

cream & suga @snackhobi | 14.8k ; f s

yoongi is your favourite regular. he’s patient, polite, and predictable, a-large-black-coffee-to-go-please, no cream, no sugar, thank you. rinse and repeat. the seasons might change, but yoongi’s order stays the same.

and then one fateful day in winter, yoongi asks about the weekly specials, orders a cup of christmas and sugary sweetness, and everything starts changing.

the third & sixth @jimlingss | 7.9k

One. Two. Three. Fantastic things come in threes, that includes you and your two best friends. But when they start dating each other, you quickly come to realize that you’ve become the infamous. third. wheel. Left out — invading their date — forced to watch them canoodle — an unnecessary extension to the group. It only worsens when you upgrade into the fifth wheel.....until a special sixth comes along.

wondering about holding min yoongi's hands @bangtanloverboys | 1.5k

you defintely don't have a hand kink but min yoongi's hands are something else

mixtape @jungblue | 15.6k ; s f

Two mystery students from your college run the podcast dubbed ‘mixtape.’ It’s become a sort of phenomenon around campus, listened to by almost everyone. In their most recent episode they discussed various study methods... One of them being oh so tempting.

yoongi as your bf @bangtansfavwriter

stuck with you @retrievablememories | 3.3k

“Can you do a idol!Min Yoongi of BTS request of his crush being best friends with Jimin and Taehyung and him and his crush consistently fluster the other but they never realize until one day he does and finally make as move despite everyone telling them for weeks that they like each other?”

[01:26 am] @wtf-yoongi

an out of bounds umbrella @bubmyg | 10.2k

you’re apologetic about almost blinding your university’s star point guard with the broken tip of your umbrella until you share a class with him and find out he’s a three star recruit but a four star dick or min yoongi doesn’t find your high school musical puns amusing.

yoongi as your boyfriend @xpeachesncream

a night in the studio @elliescrolls | 0.8k

nights in the studio are the best.

maybe i love you, maybe you love me @jinpanman | 2.9k

It’s something you’ve known since you were five and it’s only grown stronger as the decades passed.

tts drabble 7: the first "baby talk" @ubemango

smut

moonlight. @atdawnsuga | 3.6k

Your boyfriend drags you to a work event. Feeling bored and aroused by thoughts of him, you slip away and enjoy some privacy with him.

the devil in the details @foreignfingers | 6.5k

Your roommate is a disembodied voice, full of sarcasm and utter contempt for mankind. And when it comes to you? He might be willing to jump through a few hoops, or bodies, just to make you scream.

beg for it. @atdawnsuga | 3.9k

Yoongi fucks you up so you decide to shamelessly torture him.

rogue. @junghelioseok | 3.9k

a night out leads you to exactly where you want to be

strike a chord @snackhobi | 15.8k

your idea of a good night certainly doesn't involve being stood up by yet another blind date and finding yourself alone in a fancy bar; fortunately for you, there's an attractive man playing the piano to keep you busy, instead.

damn the charcuterie board. @bratkook

meteor @whatifyoulivelikethat

Ah, university. A time to get drunk, get laid, and get an education. Not so for Min Yoongi however (not even the education part, smh). He was dragged along to parties because of the insistence of his friends (despite having fun anyway, what a grump). Until a meteor crashes into his atmosphere, in the form of a picture he didn’t remember taking, and then Yoongi’s life becomes a whole lot more interesting.

muse @another-army-spot | 4k ; f s

When your boyfriend cancels on his own birthday dinner to finish work instead, you decide to pay him a visit to his studio so he won’t be so lonely. There, you can at least make sure he’s taken care of properly.

sinning hands @moonlightchildz

want a taste? @suga-kookiemonster | 18.3k

pretzel pro. most skillful tongue in the food court world. allegedly. that’s what yoongi keeps telling you, anyway. of course, you’re reasonably skeptical of his claims—but if there’s one thing that motivates the notoriously-lethargic man, it’s proving skeptics wrong.

gym rat @mingoyeob-archive | 5k

you told everyone you were spending more time at the gym in an effort to turn your life around. in reality you were going just to sneak glimpses at one of the regulars who, for some reason, always looked like he hated being there. that didn’t seem to stop him from bending you over the bench in the gym locker room though. inspired by yoongi’s new gym bod that’s suits him a little too well.

uncharted territory @satnin-darling

It started off with two. And then, there was a possibility of three. You thought that Jungkook was only meant to be for one night only, mostly because Yoongi was parading his fiancé around and that irked you more than you cared to admit. Yet, Jungkook asserted himself more often, and you let him, not forgetting Yoongi of course. Turns out you had nothing to worry about since they are more than happy to accommodate.

the dark. @bratkook | 18k

your small town thrives on the occult, luring tourists in with endless themed festivities, but the only place you’re determined to see is the mysterious club that comes to life the week before Halloween. what makes The Dark so exclusive, and what secrets are they hiding behind closed doors?

trick or treat. @satnin-darling | 5.9k

The Joker, a Gray Pianist, and an Action-taker were supposed to walk into a bar on Halloween. Turns out they don't even make it past the front door because they were too busy fucking each other to partake in this year’s spooky season 🎃😜

rule of three @satnin-darling | 10.6k

In the parameters of writing, the “rule of three” is based on the principle that things that come in threes are inherently more satisfying or more effective than any other number. You and Yoongi can't help but notice Jungkook's persistent fascination, so why not indulge? Anyhow, there's nothing wrong with testing out a tried and true principle in the presence of an eager participant 😉

tesselation | 2.4k ; s f

Yoongi loves being your good boy

aftermath | 2k

after PTD LA D-1 , Jungkook comes back to you absolutely being wrecked by RM and Yoongi becuase he asked them to. Then he takes over.

monster for rent @yoonjinkooked | 20.6k ; s c

With your emotions riding high after a draining break-up, you can finally taste freedom after what felt like a prison you willingly signed up for. After a much needed night out with your friends, the word inhibition is erased out of your vocab. High on both adrenaline and liberation, you don’t even pause to think before you make your next move - and just for one night, you decide to go for a different kind of monster.

Want This To Be Real

pairing - james potter x fem!reader

summary - not being able to find your best friend remus, you rely on james to help you out of an uncomfortable situation.

warnings - female reader, slut-shaming, confrontation, fake dating trope

posted - 10/16/23

wordcount - 3080

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The loud music was deafening, your heartrate picking up as you pushed your way through the dancing students in the Gryffindor common room. “Where is he?” you muttered to yourself, ducking under someone’s arm that was thrown out as the boy belted out the abba lyrics.

You wondered why you had even agreed to come tonight. Damn Marlene and her ability to talk you into anything. The blonde had promised to stick by your side but only moments after having her first drink, she was off following some Slytherin girl around in hopes of getting her to dance with her.

To be fair, Marlene had seen Remus Lupin’s messy head of hair through the crowd and assumed you would just go and sit on the sidelines with him like you usually did. That had been your plan after she left you standing near the drinks table, but unfortunately being a good bit shorter than most of the people surrounding you made the task of finding him quite difficult.

You had given up on your search and went to get yourself a drink when you felt a presence intruding on your personal space. Finishing up your drink first, you turned to see who wanted to talk to you and you had to supress the groan threatening to spill from your lips.

Steven Teller had been getting on your nerves for the better part of the year, following you around after classes and during Hogsmeade trips and seemingly unable to take a hint. Even though one of those hints had been you telling him straight up that you were not interested and that you wished for him to just bugger off.

When he first started talking to you when you got partnered up for a Transfiguration assignment, you had thought he was a nice enough guy. The assignment went great, Professor McGonagall praising you two on your good work, and he appeared to be well liked among his Ravenclaw housemates.

You had been over the moon excited when he asked you out on a date, him being the first guy to ever show any amount of interest in you. But it did not take long after the two of you sat down for some butterbeers at the Three Broomsticks for you to figure out you were not into him like that.

On the way back to the castle you had explained to him how you would love to remain friends but that was as far as your feelings went. He apparently, had made it his sole mission in life to prove you wrong. But the way he was going about it only made you like him less and less.

You had tried to excuse yourself the moment you noticed it was him, but he had managed to corner you multiple times since then. Sure he was still hot on your heels, you pushed past a couple making out in your search for your lycanthrope friend.

Relieve flooded over you when you saw the back of James Potter’s head. Wherever Sirius and James were, Remus could not be far away. Your face fell when you came to a stop next to the Potter boy and Remus was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Rem?” you asked as James looked down at you, taking a sip of his drink.

“Went up to the dorm already. I think he said something about a headache,” he replied, seemingly able to see the slight panic in your eyes as his brows knitted in worry and his body stopped swaying along to the music. “You alright?”

“Shit,” you let out, looking over your shoulder to check for Steven. He was stumbling through the crowd, head spinning around, probably looking for you.

You were about to take off again, trying to think of a good hiding space until you could find Marlene again. But James gently took a hold of your wrist to keep you by his side, still waiting for an answer. “Hey, what’s up?”

You did not necessarily want to tell him about your problem, but an idea made its way into your mind. You were not close to any of Remus’ friends, the two of you mostly hanging out by yourself in the library or by the lake. But you knew Remus thought very highly of them and they were always kind to you, never making you feel like the weird one out whenever a rare group hangout occurred.

“Can you do me a favour?” you finally decided that getting his help would be your best bet.

James let go of your wrist, sure you would not try to bolt again. “Sure. What do you need?”

“I need you to be my boyfriend,” you rushed out, making his eyes widen in surprise. “Not for long. It’ll only take a couple of minutes tops.”

James was about to respond, the corner of his lips pulled into a small smirk and an amused glint in his eyes, when a hand fell onto your shoulder. The contact made you whirl around with a jump, taking a step back to put some distance between the Ravenclaw and yourself, your back bumping into James’ chest in the process.

“There you are! I’m getting the feeling you’re trying to avoid me,” the boy laughed, and you could tell he had already been drinking a lot tonight.

“I am avoiding you, Steven!” you told him with a roll of your eyes, but he only let out another laugh as if you were joking.

You felt James put an arm around your chest, pulling you back into him as he fixed the Ravenclaw with a glare. “Can we help you?”

James’s voice made Steven pause as he moved to step closer to you, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of the Gryffindor Quidditch captain. He quickly caught himself, eyes drifting back to you.

“Can we talk privately for a second, y/n? I want to ask you something,” Steven addressed you once more.

“Whatever you want to ask my girl, you can do it in front of me.” James’s chin came down to rest on the top of your head and your cheeks warmed up at what he called you.

“Your girl?” Steven seemed confused, gaze flitting between you and the boy behind you with suspicious eyes. “Since when is this a thing?”

His face pulled into a grimace when he finally took notice of James’s arm around you, the Gryffindors grip on you tightening slightly.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” James said. “Now ask your question or leave us alone, yeah?”

Steven glared at you for a moment, mumbling something underneath his breath, before turning and stumbling back into the crowd of dancing teenagers.

You turned to face James, his arm now resting across your shoulders as he watched Steven walk away. “Thank you so much. I hope he finally got the hint.”

“No need to thank me,” he told you and the glace left his face, a charming smile spreading across his lips instead. “If he keeps being a creep you come and find me, yeah?”

You nodded up at him, already missing the warmth of his touch when he released his hold on you. Quickly thanking him one more time and trying really hard to control the blush threatening to take over your face, you sent him a wave as you walked away. You needed to find Marlene and tell her about what just happened.

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Steven left you alone for almost three full weeks. You had really started to believe James had scared him off for good, especially since James and you still tried to keep up the act.

Since that party, James had insisted on you sitting with him and his friends during meals and walking you to most of your classes while carrying your books. You constantly had to remind yourself that he was only doing you a favour and that he was not actually interested in you like that. He was just being a good friend.

You were dreading the day the two of you would drop the charade, but you knew it would better have to happen sooner than later. Your heart jumped every time his skin brushed up against yours as he animatedly told you about a prank the group was planning on.

The look of admiration on his face after you suggested a potion that would force Snape to sing each time he talked, even offering to brew it for them as you had all the needed ingredients and were quite talented in the subject, went completely over your head. The kiss he pressed to your cheek after caused you to forget how to breathe for a moment, Sirius and Remus exchanging amused looks with a shake of their heads.

You were currently walking to your next class by yourself, as the other’s had been asked to stay behind to have a word with Professor McGonagall. They had told you not to bother to wait up and that they would catch up to you, so you had shouldered your bag and went on alone.

You had almost reached the charms classroom when you heard footsteps coming up behind you. Assuming it was James, you slowed your walk and turned with a smile on your face. The smile quickly fell at the sight of Steven storming up to you.

He grabbed your arm as you tried to bolt into the direction of your next class, holding you in place. “We need to talk.”

“I don’t think we do,” you spat back at him, trying to pull your arm free, only for his grip to tighten.

“Potter doesn’t want you, you have to know that,” he chuckled, his face close to your own. “You’re not that stupid right?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Just let me go please, you’re hurting me,” you mumbled, still trying to pull away from him.

“How dumb can you be?” Steven barked, pushing your back against the wall, his hand not gripping your arm resting on the stone next to your head. “He’s clearly just trying to get into your pants. Come on, y/n. Why would James Potter of all people actually be into you? Think about it.”

No matter how much you tried to ignore his words, you could not. Of course, you had thought about it. James was popular, smart, a star at Quidditch and most of all way out of your league. You had tried to keep your feelings in check, knowing what he was doing was just pretend and nothing real would come out of it. But you had not been successful at pushing down the crush that had made itself noticeable over the past weeks.

“Lupin probably told him what a slut you really are. Trying to fuck your way through the whole Gryffindor team now, huh?” Tears started filling the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. You knew what he was saying was not true, but the words still stung.

“You better take your hands off my girlfriend right now, Teller,” someone called from a little way down the hall, and you let out a breath of relieve. James was making his way towards you, hands clenched into fists at his sides and jaw set tightly.

Steven jumped back at the yell from your pretend boyfriend, his hand leaving your aching arm, his grip sure to be leaving a bruise.

James reached out his arm to you when he finally got close enough and you immediately rushed into his side, your hands clutching onto his robes. His hand came to the back of your head, pushing you closer to his chest.

The Ravenclaw was still standing in the middle of the hallway, staring at you with a nervous expression on his face. James scowled at him.

“You have about three seconds to scram before I change my mind about letting you go,” James growled at him and watched as the shorter boy took off down the hallway.

He waited until Steven had disappeared around the corner before his hand came to your cheek, gently pushing you back from his chest to look at your face. Some of the tears had managed to escape and he wiped them away with his thumb.

“I’m sorry,” you squeaked, looking down at the floor in an attempt to hide your crying.

“What are you apologizing for, love?” James pulled you into a hug, running a hand through your hair. “You did nothing wrong.”

You stayed in James’ arms for a little longer, until you managed to calm down. Slowly, you backed away, wiping at your eyes.

“Do you want to talk about it?” James questioned, hesitant to let you go. You shook your head at him.

“We should get to class,” you told him before picking up the bag you had dropped.

“Okay, love,” he said and took one of your hands in his, leading you down the hallway.

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“Did I do something?” James wondered out loud from where he was sat with his friends, watching you push the food around your plate at the other end of the table. Remus’ face was scrunched up with worry as well. You had gone out of your way to avoid both of them for the last couple of days.

Your best friend had tried to talk to you the second James had told him about what happened. But you had just told him you were fine before excusing yourself and running up to your dorm. Since then you seemed to find an excuse to run whenever they tried to approach you.

James already missed your presence next to him. He missed the sound of your laugh when he made a joke and the way your cheeks turned red when his arm nudged into yours. Maybe he had gotten it all wrong. But after you first came up to him asking for a favour at that party, he had gotten his hopes up that maybe you felt the same way he did.

Ever since you had started hanging out with Remus in your third year you had managed to worm your way into his heart. At first he had been kind of jealous of his scarred friend, but Remus had quickly reassured him that the two of you were just friends.

“I think she might just be embarrassed,” Remus told him. “We should probably give her some time.”

Ignoring his friend, James jumped to his feet the moment he saw you get up to leave the great hall. “I’m going to talk to her.”

Remus sighed as Sirius wished him good luck. James caught up to you halfway to the Gryffindor tower as you waited for the moving staircase to come to a stop in front of you.

He kept some distance between the two of you when he came to a stop beside you. “Hey, can we talk?”

“Maybe later, James. I’m kind of tired.”

“Did I do something wrong?” he bent down trying to catch your eyes. You felt bad when you realized how frustrated he sounded.

“No, you didn’t.” You hesitated. Sooner or later you would have to get this over with, so why not just do it now? “But we need to stop doing this.”

James blinked in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“This,” you said and mentioned between you two. “Us pretending to be together. We need to stop.”

He just stared at you, speechless for a moment. You let out a sigh before continuing. “You already helped me out enough. I’m not going to keep bothering you.”

“You’re not bothering me, love. Where’s this coming from?” He thought you were both having fun with it, and after what had just happened with Teller he wanted to be by your side now more than ever.

“I just can’t keep pretending, okay? It’s messing with my head!” you exclaimed, and he was caught of guard by the anger in your voice. “Steven was right. I’m so stupid. I should have never let it go on this long.”

James hands found your shoulders, gently rubbing up and down in an attempt to calm you. “Hey now, you’re not stupid. And that dickhead is full of shit, don’t listen to anything he says. Can you please tell me what’s really going on?”

You had to resist the urge to step into James arms, still refusing to meet his eyes. Maybe you should be honest with him. He was obviously a good guy and there was a chance that he would be fine with still being friends, even if he knew about your silly little crush on him.

“I keep-,“ you started, hesitating as your face flushed red. James mentioned for you to keep going, his full attention on you. “I keep forgetting this isn’t real. And I don’t remember exactly when it happened, but I started wishing it was.”

James’ eyes widened at your confession, his heartbeat speeding up to the point he wondered if you could hear it.

“I know you don’t feel the same and you really don’t have to say anything-“

You were cut off by James pressing his lips to yours. The kiss only lasted for few seconds before he pulled back, realizing you were not kissing him back. His gaze wandered from your parted lips up to your eyes, afraid that he might have understood you wrong.

Before he could say anything however, you reached for the collar of his shirt, pulling his mouth back down to yours. Your other hand slid up the back of his neck and he smiled against your lips. His arms found their way around your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. This time, he waited for you to pull away first.

When you finally did, only because you were starting to feel lightheaded and needed to take a beath of air, he still had a goofy smile on his face. One of his hands had slid under your shirt and was now moving in small circles just above your hip.

“I want this to be real too,” he admitted, forehead resting against yours. “And you I want you to tell me exactly what Teller said to you, so I can prove just how wrong he was.”

“Okay,” you said, letting James take your hand as he led you to the common room.

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agustdyoons

3 years ago

souvenir

pairing: yoongi x reader

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: shouldn’t this be the part where you tell him not to stay out too late?

alternatively, yoongi thinks you hate him because you don’t coddle him after a fight.

[ So Much Pining but they’re already in a relationship lol, some angst from a lil fight, yoongi likes being chased but u don’t indulge him this time, 10/10 wholesome ]

notes: a little something as i come back to writing <3 this is a new fic universe altogether and may be a slice of life series :O

as always, lmk what you think <3 send in feedback n love to my askbox anytime!! even replying to this post sends me over the moon :)

Yoongi relishes in being difficult.

He’s difficult in the way that he’s stubborn for whatever it is, no matter how low he could stoop. It’s definitely a working progress, but your boyfriend just stillhasn’t shaken the urge to always have the last say.

It wasn’t a deep control thing, honestly — Yoongi just really loves pushing your buttons.

If Yoongi could find a route to piss you off, he’d take a million little detours in the process just for you to take the cake by the end of it. When you present to him a simple yes or no question, he’d find a way to shift the topic altogether for your conversation to go absolutely nowhere.

He’s annoying, there’s really no doubt about it. It was a learning curve at first because seeing your then-boyfriend (now your husband) become snarky at you for surprisingly no reason at all wasn’t exactly the best feeling. All it took was a simple call to Jin, Yoongi’s closest friend, to make you realize that he was just being playful. Your boyfriend being a brat to you, simply put into words, is his love language.

It’s the tiny accumulative moments where he purposely irritates you that in hindsight, it’s become oddly endearing.

When you pick where to order take-out because Yoongi keeps saying whatever, he whines to no end once the food arrives because apparently, it’s not what he had in mind. You used to be so pissed about it that you’ll order what he wants, but nowadays, you just tell him to suck it up and put more food on his plate.

When you do all the laundry in one go (no, the colors don’t bleed together) and Yoongi insists that you do separate batches for each color that he could enumerate, you would try and appease him by pretending to separate each one. Now, all that Yoongi gets is a high-pitched sarcastic compliment for knowing all his colors.

Whatever Yoongi purposely gave you to incite a reaction, it all melted into your understanding that this was just him. You’re no longer affected by the tiny little things because weirdly enough, they no longer serve its purpose of annoying you.

It’s just like taking care of Ginger, the spoiled little family cat you grew to take care of back in your childhood home. When she was still a kitten, she’d purposely go up your shelves, look at you in the eye before dropping an item, and you’re leaping after the orange devil to reprimand her. When she became an adult, she still had the same annoying tendencies, and yet you evolved enough not to even bat an eye when she does it now.

Yoongi being annoying to you now isn’t the same thing of him being annoying to you back then. What you used to hate, you now tolerate. What used to piss you off, now makes you endeared. When your husband pushes your buttons now, you’re reminded of how much more mischievous he used to be and the memories that came with it.

This is now your peak — there’s really nothing Yoongi could do that make you fazed anymore.

In a great bout of karma, this is Yoongi’s trough.

You barely give him an adverse reaction nowadays and that scares him right to his core because you used to be soenthusiastic over him. There’d be days where he picks fights intentionally and you’d spend the whole night trying to make it up to him, even if he necessarily wasn’t in the right.

Yoongi thinks that he’s witnessing himself being old news right in front of you and it scares him.

You’re more well-versed when it comes to this. You’re the more attentive, more vocal lover between the two of you. You’re the one who can read minds and interpret actions. You’re the one who tends to be more confrontational and he’s the passive one. You’re the one who makes sure that a night wouldn’t pass without the two of you making up.

Yoongi, who thought this was the best thing he’s ever thought of until twenty minutes ago, decides to rekindle your romance by picking a fight with you.

Twenty minutes later, he’s never regretted a decision more in his life.

“I’m going out.”

He announces as the last resort, head pounding because the fight became bigger than necessary. It’s 9 in the evening and he isn’t even dressed to be going out, his matching pajamas with you too soft and too worn to be even seen wearing while driving in the comfort of his own car.

Yoongi feels tears pricking in his eyes because clearly you laid onto him just as much as he made digs at you tonight, but what’s even more hurtful is that looking at you now, you don’t even look as startled as he is.

Maybe it’s just his mind. His silly, smooth, little mind that thinks the fight was bigger than it actually was. It was just a tiny argument about him baselessly accusing you of not putting in any effort that went off-topic for a brief second. In reality, it really was just a casual fight that most married couples have on a rare weekend but to Yoongi, it was explosive.

It was far more hurtful than he anticipated because in his eyes now, you don’t love him that much anymore.

“Okay. Go ahead,” you mumble for him to hear, putting away leftovers like any other night. You meticulously wrap the plates with cling wrap, your back turned to him when you mutter. “I hope the door hits your ass on the way out.”

“O-oh?” Yoongi backtracks when he hears your go-ahead, literally shell-shocked to see that you’re not stopping him. He wipes away his tears before you turn your neutral gaze back to him, swallowing the lump on his throat. “I’m going now. To get some air.”

“Okay, Yoongi.”

He’s done this before. There’s been fights where you tell him not to walk out on you and he complies. There’s also been fights where he walks out anyways, but you’d always tell him I love you and not to stay out too late.

He’s attempting the second option because clearly, you’re not pleading for him to talk this out and later on could the two of you get some air together.

“I’m really, really going now.”

He looks at you with shaky eyes, clearly pleading for you to indulge him by making him stay.

You see right through him. You see right through your husband and in any other day would you just laugh this off, but tonight isn’t working for you. You were tired from work, Yoongi picked a fight with you for no reason, and you neither have the energy to tolerate nor chase him.

Every now and then, you should stop coddling Yoongi and give him exactly what he claims to want.

“Okay. Bye.”

You leave no room for any more replies, sauntering over the stairs without looking back.

Yoongi doesn’t want to look like a coward for not following through what he said so he audibly opens the door with the creak being heard all the way up the stairs. He’s not even a fourth out of the door but his bottom lip already blubbers, legs trembling from another type of chill that his pajamas can’t protect him from.

Shouldn’t this be the part where you tell him not to stay out too late?

( ♡ )

It’s 9:30 on a Saturday, Yoongi’s at a friend’s club wearing his sleeping pajamas on, drinking Pocari Sweat because crying on the way here really dehydrated him.

Yoongi is not doing well.

Jin’s originally here to survey his club at a peak night, but that plan went downhill as soon as Yoongi spotted him and immediately clung to his back asking for electrolyte water.

“Call Y/N using my phone.”

Yoongi mumbles when the two of them are settled at a secluded booth, all the noise being significantly decreased but not enough for it to be unrecognizable that he’s at a club through a phone call.

“And why exactly would I do that?” Jin snorts, already having an inkling to know where this is going from having a quick run-down from your husband himself.

He’s just about to lecture him with the words he’s always been wanting to say; something along the words that Yoongi’s bratty tendencies were eventually gonna bite him in the ass hard.

Seokjin doesn’t get to do that though because a phone is thrust to his face that it almost punches him, making him faux spit into nothing and wave off his bodyguards standing at a distance from him.

“Quick. She’s probably worried sick about me!” Yoongi convinces Jin, or atleast tries to because he’s the one that needs it. You’re probably wondering where he is, right? There may be no texts in his inbox, but who’s to say that you’re telepathically texting him to ask what time he’s coming home… right?

“No she’s not,” he sing-songs. He plans to annoy his friend for about 98% the time he’s going to be here (he’s gonna send him home to you anyway before 10:30) and the other 2% for semi-sincere consoling.

Then an idea pops into Jin’s head.

“What should I say?” he suddenly and eagerly takes up Yoongi on his request, not waiting for an answer before the perfect scenario pops in his head. “Ah wait, let me be in charge of that.”

Jin’s already pressing to call you much faster to Yoongi’s expectations because he really thought that it would take more amounts of convincing to do this. The phone’s put on speaker and as soon as it rings, Yoongi feels the urge to duck. He’s steadily about to snatch his phone back but you answer your phone even faster than he could do that.

“Hi Y/N!” Seokjin beams and it makes you smile from the other end, a clue already being filled in your head where exactly your husband went to. “Whatcha doing?”

Jin makes conversation with you on Yoongi’s phone, sleazily smiling as he takes it off of speaker as soon as his friend hears your voice. Yoongi clearly takes an outrage with that but he contains it when Jin fully extends his arm out, holding him back by the face.

“Ugh, did you make popcorn? No way, not one burnt kernel? I knew it-!” Jin yelps when Yoongi bites his palm, quickly standing up from his seat in the booth so Yoongi couldn’t catch up with him. “I told you- I told you that brand’s way better!”

“She’s not asking why you’re using my phone?” Yoongi whisper-yells as he circles around Seokjin, hands anxiously attempting to grab his phone back. “She’s not asking about me?”

Jin hears him loud and clear but he pretends not to, only sparing a glance. “Did you use the microwave preset? Personally I recommend only popping it in for two minutes and fifteen seconds because- motherfucker!”

Yoongi pinches him by the nape quite harshly like how you’d do with a kitten and it makes Jin freeze for a brief second, stealing his phone back with the call on-going.

“Y/N!” he almost yells to the phone, the momentary silence making it sink to him that he’s finally talking to you after so long.

Read: it has only been forty minutes.

“What?” you groan into the phone, pushing your voice to be further disinterested. You’re no longer mad at him anymore — you’re just having some bit of fun at this point.

“I-I...” the words dissolve quickly on his tongue, the taste being bitter once again even when he was certain that the Pocari washed it out earlier. Yoongi says the next best thing he could that first pops up into his head, the random blurting of words being amusing even for Jin’s bodyguards.

“I uhm, I have a splinter.”

“Then take it out.”

“It hurts,” he whines at another attempt, screwing his eyes shut at the secondhand embarrassment because from the corner of his eye, one of the three bodyguards is actually clutching at his stomach from laughing.

“Have Jin do it for you then.”

“Jin and I are in the club, by the way!” he reminds you, perking up slightly now that you indirectly acknowledged where he is and who he’s with.

“Mhmm.”

Just one last pathetic attempt of skirting around and if it doesn’t work, Yoongi will immediately come home to you.

“Is the popcorn good?”

Read: it doesn’t work.

Jin steals his phone back before he could even hear your response to his dumb-witted question, getting a painful run-down from his friend instead. “You’re painful to watch, y’know that?”

He sighs disappointedly at Yoongi, rolling his eyes before pressing the phone to his ear. “So? What’s it taste like? It’s not really oily, I told you already. The cheese doesn’t smell obnoxious either. Because actually — exactly! It doesn’t stain your fingers!”

Yoongi… will lose it. But before he loses it completely, he gathers all his remaining sanity to continue your tradition while Jin keeps you preoccupied. He spots two things quickly and puts it into his arms with no semblance of shame, even if Jin’s bodyguards saw him technically shoplifting. Yoongi thinks it doesn’t count as such because Jin already knows about the tradition between the two of you, and as predicted, his friend just waves him off in acknowledgement.

It’s a tiny tradition.

Whenever one of you goes somewhere without the other, it’s a rule to bring back a souvenir. There’s no specifications to it, just whatever item you could bring back as proof that you thought about the other while you were out.

Some of the souvenirs you brought home to Yoongi: a pretty rock, a duvet cover, a liter of hand sanitizer, a designer card wallet, and a scrunchie with his name embroidered on it.

Some of the souvenirs Yoongi brought home to you: a fancy teaspoon, a hotel pillow, ten perfume testers at the same time, a remote holder, and a teddy bear with his voice as its squeezable heart.

Yoongi thinks that he doesn’t have shoplifting tendencies but in hindsight of some of the souvenirs he’s gotten you, there may be a pattern to it.

“You brought home... a shot glass.”

You look at the tiny glass, the remnants of electrolyte water still swishing around it.

“Wrong,” he sternly replies, bringing an item from behind his back that couldn’t be anymore obvious even if he tried. “I brought home a shot glass and a tiny potted plant.”

“Since when did bars have potted plants?” you mutter in disbelief, taking the miniature bonsai from him and looking at it in wonder.

“Since tonight! Jin’s, I don’t know, entrepreneurial like that. I wanted to show it to you so I brought it home.”

Your husband says it’s like the most obvious thing to do; his desire for you to know that he indeed thought about you while he was gone manifesting into bringing home one shot glass, and one tiny bonsai to prove it.

“You stole it, Yoongs.”

The amusement lilts in your voice and Yoongi catches on to it, but he just can’t seem to let it go, a little upset that you’re focused on him “stealing” it instead of the fact that he’d go through whatever lengths for you.

“Again, I brought it home because I wanted you to see it!”

“You could’ve just sent me a picture,” you giggle, setting down the pot on your side table. You peel back the covers you momentarily left, patting the spot beside you and Yoongi clearly could not have went to bed any more eager than this.

“How was I supposed to know?” he mumbles in defeat, a frown on his face. “You probably would’ve iced me out.”

“You didn’t even ask me what time I’d get home.”

Yoongi sighs and even if the moment’s already been significantly lightened with the souvenirs, it brings you a greater relief now that your husband’s choosing to say what’s exactly bothering him instead of pissing you off.

“You didn’t even chase me through the door! I didn’t even want to go!” he’s almost one step into a tantrum and you have to hold him by the arm to not get too carried away by reminiscing, rolling your eyes when you hold him closer.

“You went out because you thought I’d chase you.”

“Exactly,” he affirms, albeit a little upset now that he’s confirmed you knew all along. “Can’t you just chase after me?” Yoongi asks innocently, soft eyes staring you down.

The moment’s too tender that it makes your shoulders hunch, hand automatically moving to the side of his face to guide him into nuzzling into the crook of your neck — a move he looks forward to especially after tonight.

“I’m not always gonna chase after you, Yoongi,” you confide, lips brushing on his temple. “You’re just so damn stubborn sometimes. Like, makes-my-jaw-clench type of stubborn.”

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi sincerely apologizes, his face still buried to your neck with his arms clinging around your middle. “I guess I’m just so used to you making amends with me that it makes me act out on purpose.”

Yoongi faults himself at the end of the night this time, without your prompting, and you can’t deny that it makes your heart full.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

He lifts his head up to look at you directly, lips puffed into a pout with his eyes in slow blinks. “Yoongi’s very sorry.”

Maybe you spoke too soon. Maybe Yoongi’s just always gonna be slightly annoying.

“Did you just talk about yourself in third-person?” you mumble, eyes suddenly snapping open when it sinks into you.

“Isn’t it cuter that way? Is it working?” your husband heartily laughs, stretching his arms out to put around you and invade your personal space even more. “Why, do you feel it working?”

“I don’t know what to feel about it, that’s for sure,” you chuckle, the atmosphere completely lightened at this point.

“I promise I’ll try not to be difficult anymore. Won’t piss you off either.”

“That doesn’t happen overnight, Yoonie.”

Yoongi’s just… mischievous. His love language was to pull stuff with you and although it keeps you on your toes more often than necessary, you wouldn’t be tired of him.

“Tell you what, promise me this instead,” you turn right when Yoongi was about to do it himself so he could bury his face to the crook of your neck again, blinking owlishly to listen at what you have to say.

“Try to chase after me too. Let me be the difficult one sometimes.”

Yoongi smiles, the switch being more than intriguing. “M’kay. That’s not as hard to promise doing.”

The concept of it makes him happy too much that it lingers there, reverting back to calling you his term of endearment for you and that’s when you know that there’s nothing left unresolved between the two of you now.

“I like that, bear. You should try picking fights with me too. It’s fun sometimes, trust me!”

“I can tell,” you hum, blindly reaching out your arm to turn off the nightlight at your side.

“Yoongi likes that.”

“Stop talking about yourself in third person.”

“I think it’s already growing on me,” Yoongi admits, tilting his head and knowing for a fact that it would take more than fifteen minutes to sleep tonight while in thought.

“Is it gonna stick?”

The groan leaves you automatically and by the lack of response, you already know your answer.

“Bear,” you hum. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna pick a fight with you tomorrow, alright?”

“M’kay! Remind me tomorrow what time you’re gonna start pissing me off, yeah?” he grins from ear to ear, not requiring a nightlight to see that your husband looks at you so fondly.

“Good night, baby,” Yoongi finally bids you, pressing a tender kiss right to your lips before tucking you with the comforter exactly how you liked it. “Loving you is my favorite part of the chase.”

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agustdyoons

3 years ago

beside you | ksj/pjm sm au

banner by: @dee-ehn

🖇 synopsis:

— he’s bad for you. from the commitment issues to the endless scandals. sworn to never settle down… well, that’s until he sees how happy you can be without him. now he’s willing to do anything to keep from losing you to your so-called ‘perfect boyfriend’.

pairing: solo artist!jimin x idol!reader // actor!jin x idol!reader

fic type: social media au

side ships: (frenemies) taekook…

genre: smut!! idol au, secret dating/fake relationships, love triangle au, slight themes of infidelity… which of course means angst!

*BYR: jin and jimin aren’t friends, they only know of each other. jin’s friends and yn’s friends hang out often so they’re in the same circle.

updates: everyday!

status: ongoing!!

A/N: timestamps make sense throughout the fic. if u want to be added to the tag list, send me an ask! + if you’ve asked to be on my permanent taglist, you do not need to ask to be added to this one !!

IF YOU AREN’T GETTING TAG NOTIFS, TURN ON MY NOTIFS!! I UPDATE EVERYDAY BTWN 1PM-3PM PST!!

parts:

prologue/profiles: yn and entourage

prologue/profiles: jimin and friend

prologue/profiles: jin and company

part one: acquaintances with benefits

part two: silent sex

part three: wild night

part four: nameless model

part five: settling down

part six: publicity stunt

part seven: perfect boyfriend (time jump)

part eight: no cameras

part nine: been a while

part ten: the start

part eleven: generally wondering

part twelve: moved on

part thirteen: old classmates

jimins ep (191029)

part fourteen: funny business

part fifteen: test run

part sixteen: clout chasing

part seventeen: no more hiding

part eighteen: high school sweetheart

part nineteen: same cycle

part twenty: something’s missing

Q&A

part twenty-one: just landed

part twenty-two: rain check

part twenty-three: hooking up

part twenty-four: third wheel

part twenty-five: really focused

part twenty-six: mutual split (time jump)

yn’s album (sola)

part twenty-seven: subtle promo

part twenty-eight: best behavior

part twenty-nine: beside you

part thirty: more serious

epilogue

end

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agustdyoons

2 years ago

attention pledis university !! do you have something you want to say to a special someone, but can’t seem to find the right words or even the courage? why not anonymously (or don’t be anonymous, completely up to you) send a message and dedicate a song to them? love on the air. airing every saturday at 1pm on pledis radio!

suhnshinehaos presents…

love on the air : a joshua hong smau

synopsis… joshua hong wants you to know how he feels about you, but god forbid he actually say it out loud. instead, he settles on the next best thing : dedicating a song to you every week on the campus radio. too bad you’re too dense to actually figure out it’s all for you.

pairing : joshua hong x gn!reader

genre/s : non-idol au, university au, childhood friends to ???, so much pining, fluff, a bit of angst, honestly so corny and cheesy just- beware dfghjks

will likely contain : food mentions, swearing (will update as i go on)

status :: completed !

— parts + note under the cut

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agustdyoons

3 years ago

sugar free | ksj sm au

🖇 synopsis:

– rich, spoiled and a bit of a womanizer. but underneath all of that, there’s a heart of gold. and no matter how determined she is to reject him, he won’t stop trying until she sees he’s kinda sweet.