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ON HIS INJURED SHOULDER THAT ALMOST COST HIM HIS CAREER ARE YOU KIDDING MEEEE
I love Yoongi an acceptable amount. Totally normal. Nothing feral on my end noooooope not at all.
Delicate, Yoongi, implied smut?
Delicate - MYG (18+)
Pairing: Yoongi X Reader
Theme: implied smut, a hint of angst, fluff, strangers to lovers AU
Song: Delicate
Word count: 1290
Warnings: Mention of drinking, one night stand, reader is head over heels for Yoongi.
Minors and Karens Are Not Allowed in this Blog!!
A/N: Thank you so much for this request Anon! Delicate is one of my personal favorites. and especially thank you for confirming your age, I appreciate you for complying with my request. Hope you like this one and hit me with your feedback.
The bartender smiles at you as you settle down on a bar stool.
“Welcome back.” he greets. You are half shocked to find out that he actually remembered you after seven long months.
“You remember me?” You return his smile.
“How could I not? You are certainly one of the most beautiful yet humble ladies I have ever served.” he compliments and your smile widens.
“Thanks..” you reply, being quite flattered.
“Will you take the same as that night?” the bartender asks.
Just the mention of that night spreads goosebumps on your entire body. Oh how you want to repeat that night, how you want to end in that same position over and over again. You must be a freak for wanting so, but you don’t care.
“Yes, yes please.” You murmur your order.
You do a quick scan of the bar, trying to find that one face you came all the way here for. But to your dismay, you don’t find what you are looking for. You get no sight of him.
“He is not here tonight.” the bartender pipes in while placing your drink down on the bartop.
“Huh? I- I didn’t get you.” you lie.
“You are looking for him. The guy from that night. Aren’t you?” he smirks.
“I won’t say no.” You take a sip of your drink, “is he a regular here?”
“Yes. Almost. But never seen him hitting on anyone other than you though.”
“Oh.” you reply, taking another sip. The bartender gives you one last smile before he leaves you to your own devices.
As soon as the space is empty, you let your mind (and heart) drift back to that night of seven months ago.
Seven months ago
“Long island iced tea is the best choice if you want something refreshing.” a voice interrupts your menu reviewing process as you look up from the screen to take a look at the owner of the voice.
You are spellbound. Your eyes have never had the privilege of resting on a more handsome man. His pale skin perfectly compliments his feline eyes and thin lips. His long and dark hair reaches to his nape enhancing his beauty even more. If there is anything you could compare his beauty to then it would be a mansion with a view of a wide blue sky and equally blue ocean.
You don’t realize that you are staring at the stranger with your mouth hanging open.
You only get your composure back when his bicep brushes with yours as he tries to settle on the bar stool next to yours.
You avert your eyes from him and proceed to place your order, “One long island iced tea please.” The bartender nods.
“Thanks for the suggestion.” you look at him again, this time with a small smile adoring your lips.
He smiles back at you and god! Why is your heart acting up like this? You look away not being able to tame your hormones that are making you feel all giddy in the presence of a handsome stranger.
“Is this your first time here? In this bar? I haven’t seen you around before.” he asks and you face him again.
“Ah yeah. I am visiting Daegu for a family function and going back to Seoul tomorrow… so… enjoying some alone time, I suppose.” you don’t know why you are spilling up so many TMIs, when only a ‘yes’ could have worked perfectly.
“I see. Nice to meet you Miss….” he raises one of his eyebrows playfully.
“Y/N” you complete for him.
“Yes. Y/N. I’m Min Yoongi.”
“Nice to meet you too, Yoongi.”
That night ended up with you withering under Yoongi while he pounded into you, with your fingers tangled up into his long dark hair that you liked so much. You loved everything about that night. You loved everything about Min Yoongi. Staring from his dark jeans and Nike shoes, the way his footsteps sounded on the hotel staircase, to the way his cock felt in your tight cunt, the way he sucked on your nipples and bit on them to make you whimper, the way he painted your skin with bruises that took days to disappear and especially the way his lips fit with yours as if they were made for each other.
Next morning you woke up beside him with his body pressing into yours. You had to bid him goodbye in a haste since your bus was leaving within an hour. You regret not asking for his number or anything else other than his name. But then again, you were just his one night stand and he could have easily rejected your proposition. So it’s probably for the best.
However, there’s not a single day you haven’t thought of him in these seven months. His face, his touches, his kisses keep coming back to you almost every time you close your eyes. And as a result, you are here, after seven damn months. You don’t even know if you are going to see him or not. And if you do, then you don’t even know if he will recognize you or not. And if he does then, you don’t even know if he will ignore you or not.
You inhale sharply as you take another sip of your long island iced tea.
“Welcome back… Y/N” and there it is, the voice you were craving to hear. The man that you are here for. You follow his voice and you see the man standing there with all of his glory, giving you one of his gummy smiles and taking all of your breath away.
“Yoongi.” you smile back in awe.
“Didn’t think I was going to see you again.” he says coming closer to you.
“Neither did I.” you mutter.
Silence settles between you two as you stare at each other for a few moments.
“Do you have any plans tonight?” Yoongi questions.
“Not really.” you answer.
“Then.. would you like to go for a walk? By the beach?”
“Sure.”
“I don’t wanna freak you out but I couldn’t stop thinking of you since that night.” you murmur in between the kiss. The moonlit sea is roaring before you.
“Neither could I. Why did you think Jimin called me as soon as you arrived at the bar?” Yoongi breathes out placing chaste kisses on your lips.
“Jimin? The bartender? You know him personally?” you detach your mouth from his and look into his beautiful eyes.
He gives you a small smile, “well, he is more like a friend and less like an employee.”
“Employee? Wait- you own that bar?” you untangle your hands from his neck and try to stand straight only for him to push you back on the wall and press his body on yours even more.
“Yes. and you are the first customer I have ever hit on since the birthday of my bar.”
You giggle, “Really? Then I must be lucky.”
“Maybe? Or maybe you just made me crazy?” Yoongi’s lips come closer to yours once more.
“I did?”
“I know it’s too soon to make promises but that one night wasn’t enough. I want to know you more, discover you more, fall for you more.” Yoongi whispers right into your month.
"Yoongi-"
"Is it cool that I said all that? Is it too soon to do this yet? 'Cause I know that it's delicate." he cuts you off.
“What do you think I am here for Yoongi?” you ask him, “I want you just as much.” you seal your lips with his.
This time the night ends with you watching the sun rise on the beach, standing barefoot on the sand as Yoongi wraps you from behind in a tight back hug while promising each other more than just nights from now on.
♡ chocolate opal ♡
♡ Pairing: boyfriend!yoongi x reader
♡ Summary: While out celebrating your engagement, you hear a drunken confession from your fiance that risks destroying everything you've built together.
♡ Genre: angst/fluff
♡ Word Count: 912
♡ Warnings: strong language
♡ A/N: This was a request for some happy ending angst with either Bang Chan or Yoongi. I went with Yoongi since I don't get requests for him much and I just adore him to pieces.
You haven’t spoken in what might as well be an eternity but the pain in what was said, pain caused by repeating those whiskey-laced words he whispered to his best friend late last night, has settled deep within his bones. They splinter and crack, the rotted core of a once beautiful home now fallen to ruin in a matter of seconds.
It’s almost comforting that you’ve partially turned away from him, a sea separating you across the dining room table. He’s sure that if you were to flutter disappointed lashes in his direction or let out a heartbroken sigh he’d crumble to nothing. “Is it true?” you ask, softly closing your eyes in anticipation of the answer.
The "it" in question is that he’d proposed to you before he felt ready. Eavesdropping had never been the plan when you stepped outside of the restaurant to check on him after he said he needed some air. Namjoon had tailed him out the door so you trusted he was in good hands. Still, what kind of fiance would you be if you didn’t at least peek out to see how he was?
Your peek, quiet with the sole intent of not disrupting whatever bonding moment was occurring between the men, is how you overheard the admission. “What if,” Yoongi mumbled, wavy locks of coal pressed against Namjoon’s shoulder, “What if I’m not ready for this? Maybe having a wife…” You turned back around, seeking shelter from your own little apocalypse in the noise of the crowded restaurant.
Disassociation. It’s the only way you made it through those next few hours. Laughing and smiling, exchanging loving glances that you both knew were a facade, as everyone admired the newly engaged couple. Disassociating your way home, into the shower, and into the darkness of your bedroom where, only once you were sure he was out cold, you cried enough salted tears to make your cheeks raw in the morning.
“Is it?” you repeat when your question is met with silence. Yoongi straightens his back, clears his throat, cracks his knuckles. “Hmm,” he exhales in a tone that gives the answer away before his lips can, “It is.” With only enough tears left in you to moisten your lower lids, weeping isn’t an option and so you laugh. At him. At yourself. At the 500k diamond ring on your finger that might as well have come out of a cereal box at this point.
Everything that meant anything to you is all just one big joke. You rip the ring off, tossing it across the table. He doesn’t react, not even a little, and that drives the knife in your back straight through your heart. You're bleeding out. Why can’t he see that? How can’t he see that? Would it even matter if he did? Choosing not to stick around to find out, you storm off towards the bedroom to gather a few things of yours.
Nothing major. Just enough to hold you over at a hotel for a few nights while you pieced together the ruins of your shattered heart. At least, it’s what you would’ve done if Yoongi didn’t have his fingers wrapped around your wrist, refusing to let you take another step. “Put it back on” he insists, struggling to slip the ring back onto your resistant fingers. “What for? You don’t want me.”
“I never said that.” “But it’s what you meant! That you don’t want me. That ‘maybe having a wife…’” Yoongi’s up from his chair in an instant, your wrist still in his hand, his body close enough to yours that your noise nearly brush. His eyes gleam like polished chocolate opal, as close to crying as you’ve ever seen him. “That maybe having a wife isn’t meant for people like me. Maybe I will only fail her.”
Yoongi sets you loose, the ring clinking onto the pristine marble floor. “Maybe,” he sighs, warming your cheeks with his palms, “I’m too broken for her. But you know what Joon told me?” “What?” “Shut the fuck up and stop being an idiot before you miss out on the best thing that’s ever happened to you.” The laughter that escapes you this time is genuine and, strangely enough, your body suddenly finds the tears to shed. Yoongi dries them with his sleeves, “Sounds like something he’d say doesn’t it?” “Yeah, it does actually.”
The pain leaving his bones at the sweetness of your laughter, he retrieves the ring once more, remaining on one knee, hands trembling as much as the first time he asked. “I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't mean to, I just...I do feel broken sometimes but I’m never more whole than when I’m with you so please will you marry me…still?”
Easing down onto your knees so that you’re at eye level once more, you kiss him like you never have before. “You aren’t broken, Min Yoongi and you won’t fail me. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me too.” Yoongi smiles, taking your hand and returning the ring to its rightful place, “I love you…but if you ever throw this at me again I’ll glue it on in your sleep.”
You roll your eyes, pushing yourself back onto your feet, “I love you too but there won’t be a next time, okay?” “Okay,” he says, four letters encompassing the pages of love notes he holds for you in his heart. Four letters magically conveying that there won’t be a next time because he trusts what he hasn’t been able to with any woman before you. That he’s sincerely and truly loved.
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boyfriend drabbles (pt.13)
pairing: jungkook x reader
summary: after you and jungkook’s argument, you decide to sleep in the guest room, not wanting to see him. but when a thunderstorm strikes, you find yourself back in your boyfriend’s arms.
word count: 500+
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You’re staring blankly at the light on the ceiling, its glare causing a strain in your eyes to slowly form.
Sighing as you wrap yourself tighter under the blanket, the sound of the rain pattering against the window of the guest room fills the air.
You know that the right way to resolve your argument with Jungkook wasn’t to hide in the guest room of his apartment, but rather to talk it out with him.
But you were way too emotionally unstable to even begin to talk to your boyfriend, afraid the moment he says something to you, that you would lose all control over your emotions.
The argument you had an hour ago replays in your mind, you’re overthinking and cursing at yourself for saying some things.
Maybe you shouldn’t have yelled at Jungkook. But to be fair he had raised his voice at you in frustration, which ticked you off at the point of time.
Both of you had been in the wrong, blaming each other for it when it was a huge misunderstanding. But both of you were equally too stubborn to apologise first.
You jolt and squeak in shock as a huge rumble of thunder rings through the air, you should have expected it considering the flash of lightning that came before that.
The light in the guest room gives way, causing the whole room to turn into a void of darkness.
You only hear Jungkook’s muffled gasp from outside the room, before you begin to hide under the blanket in petrifying fear.
It was a stupid fear you had, you weren’t even scared of horror movies, yet the darkness had brought out another side of you, making you vulnerable and scared, of not being able to see your surroundings.
Normally, you always had Jungkook to run to, your boyfriend who would oh-so-sweetly comfort you and embrace you in his hold, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
But this time instead of running to you, Jungkook is hesitant, he’s standing outside the guest bedroom, unsure if he should step in to embrace you like he always does, or if you would push him away because of your unresolved conflicts.
Your boyfriend immediately cranks open the door knob the moment he hears a sob emit from inside the room, rushing over in the darkness, tripping over something on the floor.
He spots you curled up under the blankets in the darkness, but he can barely see from the lack of light in the house.
“Baby,” Jungkook hushes you as he guides you to sit in his lap, your face now buried in his chest as your tears soak his shirt.
He can feel your hands grip onto his shirt, as you sob, body shaking.
Given the chance to, you would’ve probably stayed mad at him, but you were so terrified being alone, in the darkness, not being able to see anything at all.
“Gguk,” You sob as Jungkook shushes you, trying his best to comfort your crying self.
“Jagi, I’m right here, breathe for me yeah?” He’s whispering in your ear, tightening his hold on you.
Jungkook guides you to lay on the bed with him, as he let’s you cry into his chest.
“I’m sorry I yelled at you Gguk,” You hiccup between sobs, feeling terrible that Jungkook had put aside everything to come and console you even thought you had been screaming at him earlier.
“Baby, it’s okay,” He laughs, petting your head, “We’ll talk it out when you feel better ‘kay?”
You nod, snuggling deeper into his hold as your sobs turn into sniffles.
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