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boyfriend drabbles (pt.14)

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: the one where you get your wisdom teeth removed and you don’t recognise your boyfriend

word count: 240+

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You don’t remember being transported from the dental clinic to a car, but that’s where you were currently sitting.

You can only feel the numbness in your mouth, your mind foggy from the anesthesia as you stare back at the man in front of you.

“Who are youuu” You’re dragging out your words unconsciously, the anesthesia making your speech slurred.

“I’m your boyfriend,” Jungkook smiles at you in amusement, watching your face contort into a surprised expression.

“Wow, you’re kinda cute~” You try to reach out to pinch his cheeks, but you’re sitting, while he’s standing next to the passenger seat, so you don’t manage to do so.

“I’m not cute,” Jungkook frowns at you, nudging your cheek playfully.

“Owwwwwwww, that hurts!” You whine at him, eyes filling with tears.

“Sorry, sorry baby,” Your boyfriend hurriedly shushes you, spewing out a long line of apologies as he gently strokes your cheek.

You lean into his hand as you stare with the biggest puppy eyes, your boyfriend can’t help but coo at you.

“Aigoo, so cute today hmm?”

Jungkook snaps a picture of your adorable swollen face as you smile into the camera.

He smiles at the picture, your puffy face leaning onto his hand captured on his phone.

——————————————————————

“Baby! What is this!” You whine as you open up Jungkook’s phone, only to find a picture of your puffy face from yesterday set as his wallpaper.

“You were cute,” Jungkook laughs, pinching your cheeks this time earning another whine from you.

“My face was puffed up and I was practically in another universe from the amount of anesthesia they gave me,” You pout as your boyfriend gives you a kiss,

“Still my cute baby,”

Shooky

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Established relationship + FLUFFY FLUFF

Word Count: 700+

A/N: I am already missing Yoongi Boongi and he is not even gone yet, so I wrote this little drabble to make my heart warm 💜 

Yoongi shut the door quietly behind him, slipping off his shoes in the entryway of your shared home. He shushed Holly as the dog came bounding up to him in excitement, awoken by the noise of his owner coming home at such a late hour. Yoongi bent down, petting the dog affectionately, cooing at him to get him to be quiet.

With Holly now happily following after him, Yoongi made his way through the dimly lit house toward your bedroom, the door still nudged open from Holly coming to greet him. The small poodle snuggled back onto his dog bed in the corner of the room, quickly falling back asleep now that his two favorite people were back home.

Yoongi sat on the edge of the bed near your sleeping form, trying to decide whether to wake you now or save the surprise for tomorrow morning when you inevitably found his sleeping form next to you. He watched you sleep for a moment, peacefully unaware of his presence. He mulled it over, considering letting you rest undisturbed, but he couldn't wait.

He rubbed your arm gently, whispering your name, trying to wake you.

“Y/N, sweetheart, wake up,” Yoongi whispered, waiting for your eyes to open.

You groaned quietly, upset at being disturbed from your deep sleep. You squinted up at Yoongi, momentarily confused before you could make out your boyfriend’s form in the dark room.

“Yoongi!” you nearly shouted, voice rough from sleep. You shoved the covers away from your body, immediately sitting up so you could wrap your arms around him; his arms tightened around you instantly.

“I wanted to surprise you,” Yoongi murmured, words slightly muffled as he spoke them against your hair.

You pulled back to look at him, eyes taking in every detail about his features that you had missed for the past month while he was away at training. His hair was short, of course, but you still hadn’t gotten used to it after seeing him with long, dark locks for so long. You cupped his cheeks between your hands, squeezing his bread cheeks together slightly, making him laugh—you missed that sound.

“I missed you so much, Yoongs,” you said. You blinked a few times to rid yourself of the tears that started to accumulate.

Yoongi grabbed your hands in his own, taking them away from his face so he could kiss the back of both of them.

“I missed you too, love,” he said, leaning forward to meet your lips in a sweet kiss. You closed your eyes, waiting for him to deepen it when he pulled away. You whined, making Yoongi chuckle at your impatience.

“Wait a second,” Yoongi said, reaching over to your side to grab the stuffed plush taking over his side of the bed.” You felt your face heat up as he brought it in front of your face to show you. He quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Should I be jealous that you’re sleeping with Shooky instead of me?” You grabbed the plush out of his hands in response, wrapping it in your arms protectively.

“That’s so not fair, Min! You leave me for a whole month and expect me to just not have anything to cuddle with while you’re gone? I don’t think so!” You responded, scoffing lightly at the thought of sleeping alone while your boyfriend was away.

“Oh, is Shooky better at cuddling than me?” Yoongi asked. You rolled your eyes at his antics, placing Shooky gently on the floor next to the bed for safe keeping.

“Of course not,” you conceded. “I would much prefer to be cuddling with you.”

“Just making sure you didn’t replace me,” Yoongi said, left side of his mouth quirked up in a teasing smirk.

“Shut up and come cuddle with me before I kick you out and bring Shooky back to bed,” you threatened, laying back down and pulling the covers up to your chin.

Yoongi stood up, kissing you on the forehead before making his way to his side of the bed.

“Shooky can stay on the ground tonight, alright?” Yoongi said as he got comfortable under the covers, wrapping his arm around your waist to bring your body closer to his. You smiled, the warm feeling of comfort washing over you; the kind that can only come from having the love of your life home with you.

“I’m sure Shooky won’t mind.”

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pairing: musician!yoongi x reader rating: PG genre/warnings: exes au, exes to ???, angst, drinking, unedited, ehhhhh that's it probably word count: 1k note: i do not know what this is, or if it even makes sense! a spontaneous drabble courtesy of the sunday blues :D

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Yoongi is getting big.

Not physically.

Well, maybe he's getting physically bigger too. You don't know that.

It's half past ten, and you're half over Yoongi, half drunk from drinking wine out of a shot glass in this empty bar.

Let's start over from the beginning.

What you mean is, Yoongi's career is taking off.

You don't want to sound like a bitter ex, but you don't particularly enjoy reading his name on news articles, hearing his music come on the radio, watching his face start to appear on fashion magazines more frequently.

You're happy for him, you truly are. You just resent the reminder that this is what he chose over you.

What he left you behind for.

Okay, that might be a little unfair.

You know that it was a decision that you both agreed to in the end, but every time you're intoxicated, you can't help the thought.

You left me.

You left me.

You left me.

Flagging down the bartender, you ask for a refill. He complies, though he still shoots you an unsubtle look when he goes to pour more rosé into your shot glass.

The shot glass makes it fun, and makes you forget that you really don't like the taste of wine of any kind.

But Yoongi does.

You're sitting in Yoongi's favorite bar, drinking an alcohol that Yoongi likes but you can barely tolerate, while he's out there somewhere singing at yet another sold out venue. After the gig is finished, he'll probably have a companion for a the night too.

He doesn't know that you miss him. You miss him so much that it feels like you've forgotten how to breathe. Just the mere thought of him is enough to bring tears to your eyes.

It's been three months since you last saw him, since he packed up his things and moved out of your shared apartment. He told you that it was for the best, and you believed him. You still do, because Yoongi was always the logical one.

You couldn't follow him on tour, and he convinced you that it was better to end things on your own terms than to let the inevitable distance end it for you. He was probably right, but that doesn't mean that you haven't been going through hell since he made his swift exit.

Maybe you were stupid, or unlucky, or a disastrous combination of both. You knew that this was his dream for as long as he could remember. He worked his ass off his entire life to get where he is now, to have all of the things that he has accomplished along the way. You knew it. You were even his biggest supporter during the two years that you were together, rooting for him at every turn, holding him up whenever he wanted to fall down.

Yes, it was what he wanted ever since he laid eyes on a guitar for the first time. It was his dream before he met you, and it will still be his dream long after you. Even though he loved you, this would always be his destination. You both realized this when it was already too late.

You down your last shot of the night, wincing when the unpleasant taste tickles the back of your throat. As you make your way to the door, there's a silhouette in a corner booth that makes you stop. You think you might know who it is, but when the man turns his face toward the light, your heart immediately drops.

You blink, then chuckle to yourself. It's a laughable offense, to even think for a split second that this stranger bears any resemblance to your Yoongi.

Well, not yours anymore.

On the cab ride home, disappointment occupies the seat next to you. You don't know what you would've done if it did turn out to be Yoongi at the bar. Pretend that you didn't see him and run away maybe? That seems like the most plausible scenario.

He must have moved on already, and you wouldn't even blame him if he has. He isn't the sentimental type, isn't one to have moments of weakness and look for comfort at the bottle of a glass. Yoongi isn't the type to get drunk and be hit with an overwhelming need to call you up late at night to tell you that he's thinking about you. It's only you that wishes for him to go through the motions the same way you do.

You wish you weren't so easy to let go of.

You wish he loved you more than you loved him.

You wish you weren't meant to always be just second best.

Too bad there isn't a shooting star.

There's not a lot to be done whenever you get like this. This being falling down the rabbit hole of missing Yoongi until he's all you can think about. You just have to wait for the feeling to pass, maybe cry a little, fight the twitch in your fingers when they threaten to take your phone hostage and text him, repeat the process a couple of weeks later.

Disappointment follows out of the car when you arrive at your building. It walks up four flights of stairs with you, then down the hallway. You expect it to wait patiently next to you as you fetch your keys and welcome it into your home like you always do.

But when you reach your door, you notice that disappointment is nowhere to be found. That it suddenly vanished into thin air, leaving no trace behind at all.

Instead, you find Yoongi, who sits on the floor in front of your home.

Yoongi, whose eyes light up when he hears your familiar footsteps and looks up at you standing right before him. Yoongi, who scrambles to his feet instantaneously, a little clumsy in his movement.

Yoongi, who has a slight flush on his face, painting his cheeks rosy as if he's been drinking. Yoongi, whose pupils still dilate as he takes in the sight of you.

Yoongi, who is usually confident and callous, but is now speaking in a timid tone that you suspect would be similar to yours if you ever call to tell him you miss him.

"Hi."

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You Don’t Want to Fall in Love With Me

Your best friend Yoongi just confessed his feeling for you. You leave him standing there even though you feel the same way. He deserves someone better.

Mentions of anxiety/depression

“Y/N I think I’m falling in love with you.” Your best friend just confessed his feelings for you. Your heart wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and pull him in for the kiss you’ve wanted for so long. Your brain on the other hand told you that you weren’t good enough, you’d just bring him down with you, and that he’d leave you once he realized just how hard it would be to be in a relationship with you. You looked at his face for the first time. His perfect skin and gummy smile. His eyes that you wish you could drown in. His hands that you knew had a fandom of their own, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. You softly whispered, “Yoongi, you don’t want to fall in love with me.”

You started to run back to your apartment ignoring the calls from Yoongi and leaving him standing alone and rejected in the park where you two first met four years ago. Once back home you immediately fell onto your bed. Your best friend just confessed his feelings and you left him there. You kept telling yourself it was for his own good.

You started thinking back to the day the two of you first met. It was late at night and you were sitting in the park after your shift at work. Something happened that triggered you to have a panic attack so you went for a walk trying to calm down. Yoongi was walking by after also having a bad episode with anxiety when he noticed you were crying. He had asked you if you were okay or if you needed help. The two of you spent the night talking and venting and it quickly turned into a very close friendship.

As time went on Yoongi’s anxiety and depression started to lessen. He still had his days but he was having a much easier time coping and learning how to manage it. You on the other hand were getting worse. No matter what you did you couldn’t shake the thoughts. The only times Yoongi ever put his work aside were when you were feeling down. He’d be over to your apartment in a heartbeat or he’d shut off his computer and hold you close in his studio. He knew what it was like and he never wanted anyone, especially you, to feel that way. You always felt guilty afterwards. You hated that he’d put his work on hold because of you. That’s the big reason why you walked away from him today. You didn’t want to be that burden on him. Even though you loved him from the start you knew in your heart that he should fall in love with someone who was strong, who didn’t need him to be there to pick up the pieces, someone who could be there for him instead. He needed someone that wasn’t broken.

That’s when it started to hit you. The walls felt like they were closing in. The room was spinning. You couldn’t breathe. You sat down on the ground and pulled your knees up. Slowly you rocked yourself back and forth trying to calm down. Normally this would be the time you’d call Yoongi. He’d drop everything and immediately come over but you couldn’t call him now. Not after what happened.

You closed your eyes and started counting back from 50. Something that Yoongi taught you to do. “42,41,40,39…” You were focusing on your counting when you heard a deeper voice join you, “31,30,29,28…” Strong arms snaked around your waist. You looked and saw Yoongi sitting next to you. He nodded as if to say continue. The two of you counted down to 1 and that’s when he helped you up to the bed. You watched him grab your favorite pajamas handing them over to you, “I’m going to get you some warm milk. Get changed and get in bed. I’ll be right back.” You did as he said although you weren’t sure why he was even here after earlier.

Yoongi came back handing you the warm mug, “Here drink this. It’ll help calm you.” After a few sips you placed the mug on your nightstand. He took off his jacket and got in bed next to you pulling you close to him. You started crying once again. You were crying at how gentle he was being and how once again he came to your rescue. “Y/N do you want to talk about what’s making you so upset?”, he said rubbing circles on your back. You couldn’t stop the words from coming, “I’ve been in love with you for years but I don’t want you to fall in love with me. You deserve better than this. You shouldn’t have to waste your time taking care of someone like me. Someone who’s broken.”

By this point you were balling and in full panic mode again. Yoongi started tapping on your forearm, another one of his tricks to help manage anxiety by taking your mind off of it. “Y/N I appreciate the thought but you don’t really get to tell me who I can and cannot fall in love with. You’re not broken by the way. Some people just need extra love and care for whatever reasons and there’s nothing wrong with that. We met because of these reasons. I will be there for you at all times both good and bad. I’m not just falling in love with you. I am in love with you Y/N. ALL of you.”, he said bringing your face up to look at him. He continued, “If you genuinely don’t want to be with me I won’t force you but I want you to know that I’m here because I love you. You think you’re broken but I don’t think anyone is ever broken. I think sometimes we mentally and emotionally receive little cracks but cracks can always be fixed. It just takes a little glue and some time. I’m willing to be that glue for you and I will give you all the time you need.”

He always had a tender way of explaining things to you. You rested your head on his chest for a while just listening to his heartbeat and letting the gentle rise and fall of his breathing calm you while you thought about what he said. “You know you’re really starting to sound a lot like Namjoon with your analogies.”, you whispered. “Yeah I think I’ve been spending too much time with him lately. But he does know what he’s talking about most of the time.”, he said with a chuckle. Slowly you both started to drift off to sleep. “Yoongi, Thank you for falling in love with me.”, you said while peaking up at him. He snuggled you a little closer before kissing your forehead, “I love you Y/N.”

perks of being a househusband.

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pairing: min yoongi x reader

plot: the (mis)adventures of retired gangster min yoongi as he leaves behind the life of the mafia and navigates the way of the househusband.

warnings: the way of the househusband au, marriage au, crack, domesticity, yoongi unintentionally scares people

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[ "I WAS HOPING I WOULDN'T HAVE TO RESORT TO THIS." ]

Water drips down his neck as he washes his face. Droplets fall down his tattooed back, tracing the meticulous lines and bold colors that contrast his pale skin.

After rinsing and drying off, he dons on his outfit for the day – a fitted, white, short-sleeved shirt that shows off the intricate tattoos on both his arms and some black sweatpants – and puts on his signature apron – a beige, cotton apron with a drawing of his brown poodle on the front. Said poodle is staring at him from the bathroom door as he takes one last look at the mirror.

An old, bumpy scar runs down his right eye.

"Perfect," he says to himself before heading to the kitchen with his dog following right behind.

Min Yoongi never used to wake up this early. But these days, he wakes up bright and early at six o'clock because he has an important assignment.

"What do you think, Holly? Too big?"

The poodle barks in response, and taking its opinion into consideration, Yoongi adjusts his gimbap slices accordingly, making them a tad bit smaller and just the perfect size for your lunchbox.

"Shit!"

The door to your shared bedroom opens and you run out, already dressed in your corporate attire. You run to the kitchen where your husband is and get a huge glass of water.

"I'm late!" you screech, all while gulping down the whole glass.

"But you still have a few hours," he points out in confusion.

"I forgot I have an early meeting!" you explain in a hurry, putting on your heels before giving your husband a big smooch on the lips and blowing Holly a kiss. "Sorry, Yoonie! I'll see you later!"

And you're out the door.

Yoongi blinks for a few moments before shaking his head. He's chuckling in amusement at your mishap, but if any outsider hears his laughter, it just sounds a bit manic.

"Well, looks like it's just you and me, Holly."

Holly barks.

"Huh? What was that?"

Holly barks.

Yoongi stares at the poodle, then at your Hello Kitty lunchbox he meticulously prepared, then back at the poodle.

"She forgot her lunchbox?"

Holly barks.

"Fuck."

Yoongi snaps into action, securing the lunchbox and putting it inside a Hello Kitty cloth bag before running out the door with his cute apron still on. He mounts his bicycle and speeds towards your office – which, if he was driving a car, would have broken numerous traffic regulations but luckily he isn't a stranger to breaking a law or two.

He's almost to your office. He's halfway there.

But unfortunately, there's a bit of a situation.

"What's your occupation, sir?"

The two police officers stare at him hesitantly after flagging him down for pedalling too fast with his bicycle. They're debating on giving him a ticket but then Yoongi answers.

"Househusband."

They stare at him.

"What?"

Yoongi sighs. At this rate, he won't be able to catch you before you clock in.

"Wait a second," one of the officers says, eyeing the tattoos peeking out from Yoongi's shirt and the big scar on his eye. "Are you..."

They stare at the name on the ticket. Min Yoongi.

"...Agust D?"

No way, the other officer thinks. There's a rumor about an infamous gangster called Agust D who used to slaughter his enemies with his own two hands. This guy can't be him. Right? Right?!

They hold a breath when Yoongi reaches into his pocket.

"I was hoping I wouldn't have to resort to this," he murmurs.

"Wait, sir. There's no need for violence—"

"Here," Yoongi shuts them up by thrusting one of his most precious possessions.

A gift card for discounts at the local grocery store.

The police officers stare at the gift card, bewildered.

"As much as it pains me to let go of this," Yoongi continues, "take it. Now, I have to go."

And he pedals away, leaving behind one gift card and two very confused cops.

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