I'M FINE

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Description: Caught between a burning desire for bloody revenge and a terrifying fear of losing you, Yoongi is forced to face the truth, his heart only beats if yours does.

Part I

Part II

Warning: Violence and mention of blood.

Note: Some of the names are made up as usually.

The red light above operating room seemed to pulse like a mocking heartbeat. Minutes turned into hours, each tick of the hospital clock felt like a physical blow to Yoongi’s chest. His men stood like statues at both ends of the corridor, they looked like unbreakable wall of black suits keeping the rest of the world away.

Yoongi didn't move from the floor. His eyes were fixed on his hands. That's when the sound of heavy, rushed footsteps broke the silence.

"Yoongi." Namjoon’s voice echoed in to the waiting room as he stopped a few paces away. "The perimeter is secure. The police tried to push through, but our lawyers tied them up at the entrance. The media is spinning it as a corporate dispute."

Yoongi didn’t look up. "The Oryong Gang." He didn't ask a question the name it self left his lips like a death sentence.

"We tracked the license plate of the van," Namjoon replied, putting a sleek black tablet onto the floor next to Yoongi. On the screen, a satellite map pinpointed a secluded warehouse district by the Han River. "Chairman Song is still inside. He actually thinks he won."

A dark, humorless laugh escaped Yoongi’s throat. He stood up slowly, the vulnerability that had broken him moments ago vanished, locked away behind eyes that had gone entirely dead. The terrified boy who had wept on the floor was completely gone.

Agust D had taken his place.

"Tell the boys to gear up," Yoongi said, his voice dropping to a dangerously calm whisper. "No silencers tonight. I want Seoul to hear them scream."

Before Namjoon could answer, the sharp click of the operating room doors echoing through the hall made both men freeze.

The red light flickered out.

A surgeon stepped out, looking exhausted, his green scrubs stained. He pulled down his mask, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the sight of Yoongi, clothes disheveled but somehow he still could bring fear to people with only one look..In the end the whole city knew who he was, and what he's capable of.

Yoongi closed the distance between them in a single stride, his hand locking onto the front of the surgeon's gown. He didn't yell this time. The quietness of his voice was far more terrifying.

"Tell me she’s breathing."

The surgeon swallowed hard, nodding quickly. "The... the arterial bleeding is contained, sir. The surgery was successful. She is highly unstable and we are moving her to the ICU. She survived the operation but the next 24 hours are critical."

The air rushed back into Yoongi's lungs. For a few seconds, the terrifying mob boss crumbled, he moved from the doctor, his forehead resting against the cool glass of the OR door as he let a huge sigh. You were alive. You were still breathing and somehow that was enough to keep him going.

"Namjoon," Yoongi ordered, not turning around. "Station four men outside her ICU room. No one enters except this doctor and the nurses, if anyone unknown tries to enter her room kill them."

"Understood," Namjoon said, already typing instructions on his phone.

Yoongi looked at the doctor with softer eyes now "Please take care of her," he murmured softly. "If she wakes up, tell her I'm cleaning up the city for her."

Turning away from the operating block, Yoongi unbuttoned his rumpled suit jacket and tossed it carelessly onto a waiting chair. He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, exposing his veins in his forearms. He snatched the tablet from the floor trying to remember every single detail of their warehouse.

He then stood up and as he walked down the hospital corridor, his men automatically fell into formation behind him, a dark wave ready to crash over the city. Yoongi pulled a heavy gun from his waistband, checking the chamber with a cold, practiced click.

Chairman Song had thought he could take the one thing that kept Yoongi human. Now, he was about to find out what happened when Agust D had nothing left to lose.

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The tires of Yoongi’s sleek black sedan screamed as he tore through the iron gates of the Han River warehouse district. Behind him, a convoy of five armored SUVs swerved into position, completely blocking the exits. There was no strategy tonight. No negotiations included.

Yoongi stepped out of the car holding his gun loosely at his side, his thumb flicking the safety off.

"Take out the guards on the perimeter," Yoongi ordered coldly. "Leave Chairman Song to me."

The heavy metal doors of the main warehouse were blown off their hinges with a deafening blast. Dust and smoke filled the air, lit up by the sudden flash of gunfire. The Oryong Gang was caught entirely off guard. Yoongi walked straight through the crossfire like a ghost, his eyes fixed solely on the elevated office at the back of the building. Anyone who stepped into his path was dropped with a single, precise shot. He didn't blink. He didn't slow down.

Upstairs, Chairman Song was frantic, scrambling to stuff stacks of cash into a leather briefcase. The door clicked open. Song spun around, his hand shaking as he raised a gold-plated revolver.

Before he could pull the trigger, a shot echoed through the office. Song screamed, dropping to his knees as a bullet shattered his right knee.

Yoongi closed the distance calmly, kicking the gold revolver across the room. He grabbed Song by the collar of his expensive silk shirt and dragged him to the edge of the glass railing overlooking the chaotic warehouse.

"You thought you could touch her?" Yoongi’s voice was lower than the thunder outside, vibrating with a terrifying, quiet rage. He pressed the hot barrel of his gun directly against Song’s forehead. "You thought you could take her from me and survive?"

"Yoongi... wait! We can make a deal!" Song choked out, blood dripping from his mouth. "The territory... the ports... you can have it all!"

"I don't give a damn about the ports," Yoongi whispered, his grip tightening until Song’s face turned purple. "You spilled her blood. Now I’m erasing your entire existence."

Song trembled, looking into Yoongi's eyes and realizing there was no human left behind them. "Please..."

Yoongi raised the weapon, his finger tightening on the trigger, ready to end it.

But then...

The sudden vibration of the phone in Yoongi's pocket cut through the adrenaline. He only answered for one specific person, Namjoon. Keeping the gun fixed on Song, he answered his phone. "Speak."

"Yoongi, get back here right now!" Namjoon’s voice was frantic, barely audible over a background of urgent alarms. "There’s a crisis. The medical team is in her room you need to hurry!"

His whole world suddenly turned. The calculated rage vanished, replaced by a suffocating terror. The gun slipped from his fingers, clattering to the floor.

He didn't waste another look on Song. He turned and sprinted out of the office. "Secure the area! Don't let him leave!" he yelled at his men while rushing toward his car.

The drive was a frantic blur. Yoongi pushed the engine to its limits, his heart beating frantically against his ribs. Don't you dare leave me, he prayed, his hands gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles were white. Please, just stay.

He slammed to a halt at the emergency entrance and sprinted inside, racing toward the ICU. When he burst through the double doors, the hallway was a scene of urgent activity.

Through the glass partition of your room, he saw the medical team gathered around your bed, their movements fast and synchronized as they worked to stabilize your vital signs. The rhythmic sound of the monitors had changed to a sharp beeping sound, a flat line showing on the screen of the monitor.

"No, no, no..." Yoongi rushed forward, but Namjoon and the security held him back.

"Yoongi, let them work! You can't go in there!" Namjoon yelled, struggling to keep a grip on him.

"Let me go! Y/N!" Yoongi fought against them with frantic strength. Tears broke free as he watched the doctors intervene. He had just confronted an entire gang for revenge, but here, he was completely powerless.

For several agonizing moments, the room was a blur of motion and urgent commands. Yoongi’s strength gave out, and he sank to his knees against the glass, his forehead pressed to the window, waiting for the world to end.

Then, the tone of the monitors shifted. The frantic alarms subsided into a steady, rhythmic ones.

"She’s stable!" a nurse called out, and the medical team let out a collective sigh of relief.

The tension snapped. Yoongi slumped against the floor, burying his face in his hands. A loud crying wracked his frame, in the same time a mix of exhaustion and overwhelming relief washed over him . Your heart was still beating.

The doctor stepped out, wiping his forhead . He looked down at the man on the floor. "She’s stabilized, Mr. Min. It was a critical moment, but she’s fighting. She’s through the worst of it for now."

Yoongi stood up slowly, his legs shaking. He pushed past the doctor not saying anything and stepped into the quiet room. The doctor tried to stop him and tell him that the entry to the ICU room is not allowed but he knew better not to put his life on the line so he stayed silent and let him in.

The heavy scent of the hospital filled the air. He walked to your bedside and sank into the chair, completely exausted . He gently took your hand in both of his hands, pressing it to his face, his tears wetting your skin.

He wasn't leaving this room again. The city could burn, his empire could crumble, but as long as that steady rhythm continued, he had everything he needed.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Description: What happens when Yoongi breaks her heart trying to protect her, but instead she gets hurt even worse?! This is the part two of Perserving Your Piece, so if you havent read it here is the link.

Warning: Angst and some slight mention of violence and blood.

Six months after the kidnapping, life has settled into a strange normal. Six months in Yoongi's world had taught you that silence can be the most powerful shield. His estate became your quiet fortress, a place where you could study without the noise of the outside world, while he made sure that no part of his chaos crossed the threshold of your room. It was a perfect, tailor-made world for your introverted soul.

You were currently sat in a hospital break room, reviewing patient charts while fighting sleep when your phone buzzed.

it was a message from Yoongi, a small smile appeared on your face.

Yoongi:'Did you eat?'

You rolled your eyes, while replying. 'Did you?'

Three dot appeared instantly, then disappeared..Then appeared again. Your smile grow even bigger because you knew the truth. 'Exactly.'

Yoongi:'Not the point.'

'It's absolutely the point.'

Yoongi:'Check outside.'

you groaned and put your phone aside going back to work, when suddenly your coworker gasped. You lifted your head to see what's wrong only to see her looking out of the window.'No Way?!'

You looked at her confused, "What's wrong?"

'You have to see this'

You got up from your seat, walking towards the window to see what's happening. Even though you could guess.You looked at her then out of the window completely shocked.

Outside the hospital entrance stood five bodyguards, and a food truck.An entire food truck.

You closed your eyes letting your breath out.'Oh God,no.You've got to be kidding me.'

You took your coat and went outside, as you were approaching one of the guards smiled nervously. 'Our boss wanted to make sure you ate.'

'He bought a food truck?'

He rubbed the back of his head. 'Technically three.'

You buried your face in your hands, genuinely wondering how he ended up being a cruel mafia boss.

YOONGI'S POV

Meanwhile...

Yoongi sat inside his office, his second-in-command, Namjoon looked at him with concern. 'You bought her three food trucks?'

Yoongi continued signing some documents. 'Four.'

Namjoon only blinked, 'What?'

Yoongi repeated now looking at him. 'I bought four.'

'But Why?'

'Because she skipped breakfast.'

For a moment there was a silence, Namjoon rubbed his temples. 'You used to order assasinations.'

Yoongi nooded before going back to his documents.' And now I order lunch for the girl I like.'

'You have changed.'

Namjoon being scared of his reaction tried too look anywhere but him, then surprisingly Yoongi smiled.. 'Yeah.'

TIME SKIP!

Unfortunately, happiness never lasted long in Yoongi's world.

One night, during a routine meeting, one of his men rushed into the room holding few papers in his hands.

'Boss.'

Yoongi immediately noticed the panic in his words.

Yoongi stood up and walked toward him. 'What happened?'

'The Oryong gang, they-'

Before he could finish, Yoongi saw the papers and took it from him.His whole body froze at the sight.

The Oryong gang, enraged by the loss of Detective Kang and control of the city, sent a word. They didn't send a bullet. Instead they sent a photo of you taken through a library window, with a red cross over your face. And in that moment Yoongi's expression darkened.

Nobody in the room dared to speak and ask questions, they knew that look too well.

Yoongi became a ghost that night. You saw the warm, boyish light in his eyes go out and the cold, calculating mafia boss return. He knew that his guards couldn't protect you 24 hours a day if the enemy started an all-out war. He made a decision that broke him inside, but he chose the only weapon that could completely remove you from their target: disconnection.

He knocked on your room and you opened the door with a bright smile, which hurt him even more knowing that that smile will soon be gone. And he hated himself for that, but he had to do it.

'We need to talk.Can I come in?'

You nodded your head stepping aside letting him in, then you closed the door.

'Is everything okay, you look serious?'

He was standing in your room, but there was no warm look, no gentle touch behind the ear. He looked icy, in his immaculate black suit, with that same creepy, impassive smile he had in the dark alley when you first met him.

“It's been fun Y/N,” he said, his voice cold as ice, without any emotion. "But you're starting to put a damper on my business. You're just a med student with social anxiety. I thought I liked your quietness, but you're really just a burden."

You blinked at him few times eyebrows furrowed, proccesing the words. 'What the hell are you talking about? Yoongi, don't do that, you don't mean it.'

“Don't be naive,” he cut you off, the words cutting deeper than any blade. "You think I'd risk my empire for a little girl who's afraid of her own shadow? I paid my debt. I saved you from Kang. We're even. Pack your stuff and go. I'm sick of you."

His words completely paralyzed you. Your anxiety was back in full swing, locking up your throat. You couldn't fight. You nodded your head, tears blurring your vision. with trembling hands you packed your pharmacology backpack, and before heading out into the cold night, you handed him back the velvet box with engraved headphones. Then you turned back and left the house, leaving behind the man who once promised to set the world on fire for you.

But Yoongi's plan had a fatal flaw. The Oryong gang didn't want proof that you were free, they wanted revenge.

You didn't even get three blocks from the property. A black van rounded the corner, tires squealing on the wet asphalt, and before you could run or scream, several large men pulled you inside. They took advantage of your fear, your silence. What followed was a few hours of pure hell. They didn't want to kill you right away, they wanted to leave a message on your body by beating you close to death. When they were done, they threw you out of the van near the general hospital, leaving you on the pavement in a pool of your own blood as your consciousness slowly faded.

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At that same moment, Yoongi was sitting in his office at the home. A velvet box with engraved headphones sat on the table in front of him.

He destroyed his own office in a fit of rage after you left, his fists bloody from punching the wall. He hated himself. He hated the lies he told you. But he consoled himself with the thought that you were now safe, away from him.

Then his private phone, the number only you had, rang.It wasn't your voice. It was the nurse on call from the emergency room."Mr. Min? We're calling from Central Hospital. A girl named Y/N was admitted fifteen minutes ago. She was found on the street. She's in critical condition with internal bleeding, multiple fractures, and severe head trauma. You're listed as the emergency contact on the paper she had in her pocket... Sir?"

The world around Yoongi went silent. The phone almost slipped from his hand. That false, calculated calmness of Agust D shattered into a million pieces, leaving only pure, primal terror."I'm coming," he cursed, his voice cracking.

The drive to the hospital was a blur of speeding and screeching tires. Yoongi stormed through the automatic emergency room doors like a hurricane.

His men immediately blocked the entrance, but he didn't care about the police, the media or the public. His suit was rumpled, his hair fell over his eyes, and that scar on his left eyelid looked even more stark under the white, sterile neon lights of the hospital."Where is he?!" he roared at the front desk, grabbing the frightened doctor by the coat.

"Y/N! Where is she?!"

"Sir, calm down, she's in operating room number three, the surgeons are trying to stop the arterial bleeding—"Yoongi didn't listen to him. He ran down the hall, his heavy footsteps echoing through the sterile space. When he reached the double doors of the operating block, the red light above them was glowing.

OPERATIONS IN PROGRESS.He dropped to his knees right outside the door, the same way you once knelt in a dirty pond to save his life.

He rested his head against the cold wall, his hands, the hands that had spread fear throughout Seoul were now shaking uncontrollably.

Tears, mixed with anger and guilt, finally streamed down his face."What did I do…" he whispered into the empty hallway, gritting his teeth as the scream remained stuck in his throat.

"I wanted to save you… and I sent you straight to them."

At that moment, Yoongi made a decision. If you survive, he will never let you go again. He will build walls around you that not even an army can break through.

And as for the Oryong Gang... the city of Seoul would soon witness why they call him Agust D. There were no more rules. There was no more control. If your heart stops beating, he'll make sure the whole city burns down with him.

Description:hi!! can you do a fic where yoongi asks you to be his “fake girlfriend” or smth like that just to get his ex jealous and then he falls in love with you? im sorry if it sounds weird, love your stories! <3

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader!

Warning: None!

Note: Sorry if you waited a little bit longer, I hope that you will like it. Thank you for requesting.<3

Oh yeah, The ex name was made up. So I hope that won't be a problem?!

The bright lights of the café hummed, but all you could focus on was the intense look in Yoongi’s eyes. He leaned across the table, his fingers nervously tapping against his iced Americano.

"I need a massive favor," he said, his voice dropping to a low whisper. Before you could even ask, he continued. "My ex is going to be at the producer's event this weekend. She's bringing her new guy. I need you to come with me. As my girlfriend."

You blinked, nearly choking on your drink. "Your what?"

"Fake girlfriend," he clarified quickly, a slight flush creeping up his cheeks. "Just for the night. Just to show her I’ve moved on. Please? You’re the only one I trust not to make it weird."

You agreed, telling yourself it was just to help your best friend. But the moment Yoongi picked you up on Friday night, the boundaries began to blur. He dressed in a sharp, tailored black suit, his hair pushed back. When he saw you, he froze, his eyes scanning you from head to toe before he cleared his throat.

"You look… incredible," he muttered, offering his arm.

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The bass from the speakers vibrated through the floorboards of the lounge, but the tension at your table was even louder. Yoongi’s hand was resting on the small of your back, his thumb rubbing comforting circles through the fabric of your dress. "You're doing great," he whispered to you.

But somehow in that exact moment I felt him tense, and I looked over to the door that's when I saw it. His ex walked into the room with some guy, his grip on your waist tightened. He pulled you flush against his side even more.

'Yoongi, your ex-'. Yoongi didn't look toward his ex. He just looked at you, his gaze heavy and unblinking. 'Oh yeah. Right. Her. Sudennly I don't even care.'

You looked at him confused with your eyebrows furrowed, but before you could even react or ask anything the sharp voice cut through the ambient noise.

'Yoongi? I thought that was you.'

You turned to see a woman with perfectly styled hair and a designer dress standing there, a cocktail resting between her manicured fingers. This was Yuri—THE EX.

Yoongi didn't flinch. He leaned back slightly, his posture relaxed, though you felt his grip tighten protectively around your waist. "Yuri. Hey."

Her eyes darted immediately to his hand on your hip, then up to your face, scanning you with a cold, analytical gaze. "I didn't think you'd show up tonight. And I definitely didn't think you'd bring a… plus one." She laced the words with a tight, plastic smile. "You usually hate these kinds of industry crowds."

"I do," Yoongi said smoothly, his voice dropping into that deep, effortless register he used when he was completely composed. "But she wanted to come. And honestly, anywhere she goes, I go."

He looked down at you then, and for a split second, the intensity in his dark eyes made you forget this was supposed to be an act. The fondness pooling in his expression looked entirely too real.

Yuri’s smile faltered. "Right. Well, it's just surprising. It hasn't been that long since we broke up, Yoongi. I didn't think you moved on that quickly. Or is this just a distraction?'

The air turned icy. Before you could even think of a polite defense, Yoongi spoke up, his tone dropping any trace of casual warmth.

"It's not a distraction," he said, looking Yuri dead in the eye. "When you find someone who actually understands you, respects your work, and makes you happy, you don't waste time. I've never been clearer about what I want than I am right now."

Yuri opened her mouth to reply, but the sheer finality in his voice left her speechless. Shifting uncomfortably, she took a step back. "I see. Well... enjoy your night."

As she disappeared into the crowd, you let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. "Wow. You deserve an Oscar for that."

Yoongi didn't laugh. He just kept looking at you, his gaze heavy. "Yeah. An Oscar."

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The real shift happened in the car on the way back. The adrenaline of the party had faded, leaving a thick, charged silence between you. Yoongi pulled up to your apartment building but didn't unlock the doors. He kept his hands on the steering wheel, staring straight ahead.

"Thanks for tonight,"

You looked at him then back at your hands in your lap. "You don't have to thank me, that's what friends are for.'

With him still not being able to look at you he said softly a simple "Yeah. Friends."

"Well, fake relationship over, right? So I'm going." You said softly, reaching for the door handle.

"No," Yoongi said instantly. He turned to face you, his expression completely serious. "I don't want it to be over."

You paused confused. "Yoongi, your ex—"

"I don't care about her. Honestly I didn't even think about her once tonight," he interrupted, his voice cracking slightly with raw honesty. "I spent the last four hours pretending to be in love with you, only to realize I wasn't pretending at all. It's you. It’s been you for a long time, and I was just too stupid to see it until I had an excuse to hold your hand."

He reached across the console, gently taking your hand in his. His palm was warm, and his fingers slid perfectly between yours.

"I don't want a fake girlfriend," Yoongi whispered, looking up at you through his dark lashes. "I want you. For real. If you'll have me."

You stared at him, the sudden silence of the car filling with the frantic, erratic beat of your own heart. For years, you had hidden your feelings behind the safe shield of friendship, but looking into his earnest, dark eyes right now, the walls completely crumbled.

"Yes," you breathed, a breathless laugh escaping your lips. "For real. I’ll have you, Yoongi."

A wave of pure relief washed over his face, and that beautiful, rare gummy smile broke through his serious expression. He didn't waste another second. Pulling you gently across the console by your waist, he leaned in and closed the distance between you.

The kiss was slow, deep, and laced with a quiet passion he had been suppressing for far too long. It tasted like warmth, like safety, and like the sweetest relief. His hands cupped your jaw, his thumbs tracing your cheekbones with a tenderness that made your chest ache in the best way possible.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath hot against your lips. He let out a soft, rough chuckle, his fingers tangling into your hair.

Description: I wanted to write something cute, fluffy and funny so this idea came onto my mind.

Warning:None!

Paring: Yoongi x Y/N

The music in the BTS main studio was loud, but Yoongi’s internal monologue was louder. For years, you had been his best friend, his favorite sounding board, and the secret protagonist of every love song he wrote. He was hopelessly in love with you.

You were in the exact same boat. Every time Yoongi shared his jacket, bought your favorite iced Americano, or stayed up late talking to you on the studio couch, your heart did backflips. But neither of you wanted to ruin the perfect friendship you already had, so you both kept your mouths shut.

Until Minjun happened.

Minjun was a handsome new production staff member. One afternoon, while you were waiting for the guys in the HYBE hallway, Minjun approached you. He leaned against the wall, gave you a charming smile, and asked, "Hey, Y/N. I have seen you here a lot so I was wondering if you’re free this Friday? I’d love to take you out for dinner."

You froze, trying to politely formulate a rejection so that you don't sound offending. What you didn't realize was that Jungkook and Taehyung were hiding right around the corner, waiting to jump out and scare you.

Jungkook’s eyes went wide. Taehyung gasped loudly, clapping a hand over his mouth. They locked eyes, shared a silent look of pure panic, and immediately bolted down the hallway in the opposite direction.

"We need Namjoon Hyung," Jungkook whispered furiously as they sprinted toward the lounge. "Emergency! Code Red! Someone is trying to steal Yoongi Hyung’s girl! He's crossing a very dangerous territory."

They burst into the lounge where Namjoon was peacefully reading a book.

"Hyung! Crisis!" Taehyung yelled, shaking Namjoon’s shoulders. "Minjun from production is asking Y/N out right now! You have to fix this!"

Namjoon blinked, thoroughly confused. "Why do I have to fix it? If Y/N wants to go on a date—"

"Are you blind?!" Jungkook interrupted, exasperated. "Yoongi Hyung has been pining so hard he wrote three albums about her! If Y/N goes on this date, Hyung will turn into a ghost and live in the studio forever."

Namjoon rubbed his temples. He knew they were right. Yoongi’s pining was getting exhausting for everyone. "Okay, okay. Where is Yoongi?"

"Where else?! In Studio of course. " Taehyung said. "Go! Be the great leader as you are!"

Namjoon marched down to studio and walked in without knocking. Yoongi was spinning around in his gaming chair, staring at a blank lyric sheet.

"Yoongi," Namjoon said directly. "You need to go to the hallway right now. Minjun is asking Y/N out on a date."

Yoongi stopped spinning. The lazy, sleepy look instantly vanished from his eyes. "What did you just said?"

"Oh you heard me," Namjoon said, crossing his arms. "You have exactly three minutes before Y/N either says yes out of politeness or walks away. Go."

Yoongi didn't need to be told twice. He scrambled out of his chair so fast he nearly tripped over his own trash can. He sprinted down the hallway, his slippers slapping against the floor. Jungkook and Taehyung peeked out from behind a vending machine, cheering him on in silent, aggressive fist pumps.

You were just about to tell Minjun, "Thank you, but I'm actually not looking to date right now," when Yoongi literally skidded around the corner. His hair was a messy nest, his oversized hoodie was slightly lopsided, and he was breathing heavily.

"Y/N!" Yoongi shouted, way louder than necessary in the quiet hallway.

You and Minjun both turned to look at him. "Yoongi? Are you okay?"

Yoongi walked right up to you, completely ignoring Minjun. He grabbed your wrist—not hard, but firmly enough to pull you a step closer to him.

"Don't go on a date with him," Yoongi said, his voice a mix of panic and breathless desperation.

"Uh, excuse me?" Minjun said, looking confused.

Yoongi finally looked at the staff member. "She can't go to dinner with you on Friday. Because she has to... she has to help me look at rugs. For my studio. Very important rugs."

You stared at Yoongi, a slow smile spreading across your face. "Rugs, really Yoongi?"

Yoongi’s cheeks flushed a bright, unmistakable pink. He looked back at you, his tough rapper facade completely crumbling. "Okay, fine, not rugs.Look I'm so bad at this so I will just say it. Don't go on a date with him because I want you to go on a date with me. Actually, I want you to be my girlfriend. I've wanted it for years. I'm incredibly in love with you, and if you go out with him, I will have to write sad ballads for the rest of my career, and the fans will wonder why the music is so depressing."

He finally stopped talking to catch his breath, his eyes wide and anxious as he waited for your rejection.

Minjun looked between the two of you, raised his hands in defeat, and wisely backed away down the hall.

You looked at Yoongi’s flushed face, his panicked eyes, and the adorable way his gummy smile was trying to hide itself. "Yoongi," you said softly. "You're an idiot."

"I know," he mumbled, looking down.

"I've been in love with you since the day you shared your lamb skewers with me and didn't complain about it," you confessed, stepping closer.

Yoongi’s head snapped up. "Wait. Really? You like me back?"

"Yes, you genius songwriter," you laughed. "I don't want to go out with Minjun actually I was about to decline his offer but then you showed up. I only want to go out with you."

The relief that washed over Yoongi was so immense his shoulders visibly dropped. A massive, radiant gummy smile broke across his face. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight, warm hug, burying his face in your shoulder.

"Thank god," he muttered into your sweater. " For a moment I was ready about to fight a staff member."

Suddenly, loud cheering and clapping erupted from the end of the hall. You both pulled apart to see Jungkook, Taehyung, and Namjoon doing a ridiculous victory dance, with Jungkook yelling, "Finally! The pining is over!"

Description:Just another story that came in my mind.. I don't know if it's good or bad I just came with it.. Enjoy!

Warning:angst/fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Y/N

Working for Yoongi was never supposed to become personal.Y/N reminded herself of that every morning.

She was only twenty-five, newly hired as an assistant under the management team, constantly running between schedules, studio sessions, coffee orders, and last-minute emergencies. Most days were chaos. But somehow, in the middle of all that chaos, she found comfort in him.

Yoongi was quiet in a way that made people misunderstand him. He wasn’t cold, just careful. Reserved even. That kind of person who showed affection through small things instead of words.

He liked leaving a warm drink on her desk after she skipped lunch.

Or texting her at 2 a.m.:

Did you get home safe?

Or silently taking heavy folders from her arms before she could complain.

Little things.

Dangerous things.

Because Y/N started noticing that her day felt lighter whenever he was around. And worse? She started thinking maybe he felt it too.

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“Y/N-ah, Yoongi hyung’s looking for you,” J-Hope called from the hallway.

She walked into the studio carrying lyric sheets only to find Yoongi half asleep on the couch, hoodie pulled over his eyes.

“You called for me?”

Without moving, he held out one hand lazily.

“Coffee.”

“You made me walk all the way here for that?”

“Yes.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“You still brought it though.”

She rolled her eyes, but he smirked into the cup while taking it from her. That tiny smile ruined her every single time.

>>>>>>>>>>

The boys noticed long before either of them admitted anything.

“She looks at him like he hung the moon,” Namjoon whispered once.

“And Yoongi hyung suddenly cares about his appearance,” Jimin added dramatically.

Yoongi dramatically turned from his chair, “I always cared.”

“No, hyung,” Jungkook laughed. “You bought cologne.”

Yoongi glared at them while Y/N tried not to combust from embarrassment across the room.

But still, nothing ever happened. Because every time things felt close, too close Yoongi pulled away.

>>>>>>>>>>>>

It happened after a late studio session. Y/N had returned to grab her forgotten phone when she heard voices from inside the lounge.

The boys were there and so was Yoongi.

“You should just tell her,” Namjoon said casually.

Silence.

Then Yoongi sighed. “It’s not like that.”

Y/N froze outside the door.

“She obviously likes you,” Jimin argued.

“I said it’s not like that,” Yoongi repeated, firmer this time. “She works with us. I don’t need complications.”

The words hit harder than they should have.

Complications?!

Not like that.

The boys went quiet.

And before anyone could say another word, Y/N turned and walked away before they saw her crying.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

After that, everything changed. Or maybe just her, she stopped lingering in the studio. Stopped laughing at his dry jokes, stopped bringing him coffee exactly how he liked it.

She became painfully professional.

“Your schedule for tomorrow,” she said flatly one morning, placing papers beside him.Yoongi frowned immediately.

“No sticky note?”

“What?”

“You always leave annoying sticky notes.”

She swallowed. “I got busy.”

But the truth was she couldn’t do it anymore.Not when every small kindness felt humiliating now.

Days passed. Then weeks, and honestly Yoongi started to look worse every day. Irritated, distracted, restless. He noticed everything.

The way she avoided eye contact. The way she’d leave rooms when he entered. The way her smile disappeared around him entirely.

Finally, one night after everyone else left, he caught her wrist gently before she could leave the studio.

“Talk to me.”

Her heartbeat stumbled. “I have work to do.”

But he just refused to let go. “No, you’re avoiding me.”

She pulled her hand away. “I’m really not.”

“Then why does it feel like you hate me lately?”

That hurt. Because if anything, she liked him far too much.

“You want honesty?” she asked quietly.

Yoongi’s expression softened immediately. “Always.”

She laughed bitterly. “Fine then, I heard you.”

His eyebrows pulled together. “Heard what?”

“That night. You and the boys.”

And in that same moment the color drained from his face instantly. And suddenly he knew. He knew the reason behind her cold and distant behavior.

Here let me remind you..“She works with us. I don’t need complications,” she repeated shakily.

“Y/N—”

“No, it’s okay.” She raised her hand to stop him, her voice cracked despite her efforts. “You don’t have to explain. I got the message.”

“It wasn’t what you think.”

“Oh really?” she whispered. “Because it sounded pretty clear to me.”

Yoongi ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “You heard one part of the conversation.”

“But it was enough.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

For the first time since she met him, he looked genuinely panicked.

“You don’t understand why I said that.”

“Then explain it to me.”

His jaw tightened. Because the truth was humiliating. Terrifying.

“I said it because I’m scared of how much I like you.”

Silence filled the room. Y/N stared at him. Yoongi rarely looked vulnerable. But right now he looked completely exposed.

“I knew if I admitted it out loud…” he said quietly, “it would become real.”

Her chest tightened painfully.

“You pushed me away first.”

“I know.”

“You made me feel stupid.”

“I know,” he repeated, softer this time. “And I hated myself for it the second you walked away.”

His eyes finally met hers fully.

“Do you know how hard it’s been watching you disappear from me these past few weeks?”

The anger she held onto started cracking apart. “You hurt me, you really did.”

His voice nearly broke when he answered. “I know I did, but I'm ready to do everything I can so you can trust me again.”

She looked at him standing in front of her.. With no excuses, no pride, Just honesty, and somehow that hurt even more.

“You really like me?” she whispered. Yoongi let out a quiet laugh, exhausted and emotional all at once. “I have completely fallen for you.”

Her breath caught, her head was spinning.

“You’re the first person I look for every day. The only one who can calm me down after terrible schedules. The only person who makes this whole insane life feel… Normal.”

He stepped closer slowly. “I was scared.”

Y/N’s eyes burned with tears again that she was trying to hold.

“But I never wanted to hurt you.” That sentence shattered whatever distance remained between them.

She kissed him first.

Impulsive.

Messy.

Months of hidden feelings collapsing at once. Yoongi made a soft startled sound before immediately pulling her closer like he’d wanted to do it forever. And maybe he had.

When they finally pulled apart, foreheads resting together, he smiled softly. A real smile this time.

“Guess the boys are never letting me live this down.”

Y/N laughed through tears. “You deserve it.”

“Yeah probably.”

He brushed his thumb under her eye gently. “Still staying?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

Description:may i request a fic with hoseok crushing on famous singer y/n they’re both great dancers so for an award show they’re doing a performance together that’s intimate as they meet and practice this dance together they fall for each other also maybe with some jealousy on hoseoks side thx!!!

Warning:They're none...Well maybe pure fluff and some slight jealousy.

Note:This one also requested by anon and I really liked the idea.. Sorry for waiting and l hope that you're going to like it...

The stage lights were always hottest around J-Hope.

He lived for it.The roar of the crowd, the pulse of bass beneath his feet, the adrenaline that hit right before a performance. Dance was the one language he trusted completely.

Until you walked into the practice room.

You were Y/N, a world-famous singer known just as much for your hypnotizing stage presence as your voice. Every award show wanted you. Every camera loved you. And now, for the first time ever, you and Hoseok were set to perform a duet stage together at the upcoming MAMA Awards.

An intimate concept.

Dangerously intimate.

The first rehearsal started professionally enough. Bowing politely. Introductions. Small smiles.

Then the choreographer paired your bodies together.

“Closer,” she instructed. “This performance is about tension.”

Hoseok swallowed hard when your hand slid onto his shoulder. You smelled faintly like vanilla and expensive perfume, and when your eyes met his in the mirror, his heartbeat stumbled out of rhythm.

You were unreal. And somehow even prettier up close.

“You okay?” you teased softly after he missed a count for the first time in years.

He laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. Just… distracted.”

“By me?”

You said it jokingly.

The problem was that Hoseok couldn’t joke back.

>>>>>>>>>>>>

Practice became his favorite part of the day.

Hours turned into late-night rehearsals, shared water bottles, laughing fits on the studio floor, and quiet conversations after everyone else left. He learned the tiny things about you, how you hummed when nervous, how you always stretched before dancing, how your nose scrunched when you laughed too hard.

And the dancing…

God, the dancing.

Every touch lingered longer than necessary.

Your fingers sliding down his arm.

His hand pressed against your waist.

Foreheads nearly touching during the final move while the music slowed to a heartbeat.

It was torture.

Especially because everyone else noticed it too.

“You two have insane chemistry,” one backup dancer commented during break.

You grinned casually.

Hoseok nearly choked on his drink.

But things got worse the day another male idol stopped by rehearsal.

He was handsome. Flirty. Confident. And apparently very interested in you.

Hoseok tried not to stare as the idol made you laugh, leaning against the mirrors while talking way too close to you. Tried not to notice the way you touched the guy’s arm while laughing.

Tried not to care. Failed miserably.

The next rehearsal was rough. His movements sharper. His answers shorter.

“You’re stepping too early,” he muttered after you missed part of the choreography.

Your eyebrows lifted immediately. “Okay… sorry?”

Silence.

The music restarted.

Again.

Again.

Finally, you grabbed his wrist before the next run-through. “What is your problem?”

“Nothing.”

“Hoseok.”

“It’s just practice.”

Your eyes narrowed. “You’ve barely looked at me all night.”

He let out a frustrated breath, pulling away. “Maybe because watching other guys flirt with you right in front of me isn’t exactly fun.”

The room went quiet. Even the choreographer pretended not to listen.

Your expression softened slowly. “You were jealous?”

“I wasn’t—”

“You were.”

Hoseok groaned, embarrassed. “I know it’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid.”

The softness in your voice made him finally look at you. And that was dangerous.

Because suddenly you were standing closer than before. Close enough for him to see the shine on your lips. Close enough to feel your breath.

“You know,” you said quietly, “I only stayed after rehearsals because I liked being around you.”

His pulse hammered.

“And that idol?” you continued. “I was hoping you’d react.”

“Hoping?”

A small smile curved your lips. “You’re not the only one crushing here.”

Hoseok stared at you for exactly two seconds before pulling you against him.

The kiss was immediate heat. Months of tension crashing together all at once. Your hands tangled in his hoodie while his grip tightened around your waist, and somewhere in the background the staff erupted into shocked yelling.

Neither of you cared.

Not when he was kissing you like he’d wanted to from the very first rehearsal.

Time Skip!

The performance at the MAMA Awards went viral before the show even ended.Fans lost their minds over the chemistry.

The lingering touches.

The way Hoseok looked at you like the entire audience disappeared whenever you danced together. But the cameras never caught the best part.

Right before walking on stage, when you fixed his in-ear monitor and whispered, “Try not to get jealous tonight.”

And Hoseok, smiling against your forehead, answered

Thank you so, so much it means a lot to me honestly.. I'm really glad that you've liked it.. Yes sure, I can do that.❤

Description:Hi! Can you do a Namjoon imagine with a famous American singer they end up meeting at some award show and decide to collab together and end up catching feelings

Thank you!!

Note: So this one was also requested, sorry if it took me long to post it, but I had to come up with a story that you will like it and I really hope that you wil.Thank you for requesting.

The lights inside the venue glittered like stars trapped behind glass,cameras flashing so fast it almost looked like lightning.

Backstage at the Grammy Awards was chaos wrapped in designer fabric, managers shouting schedules, idols rushing to interviews, make up artists fixing collars and stray hairs seconds before live broadcasts.

And somehow in the middle of all of it, you crashed directly into Namjoon.Your coffee splashed dangerously close to his suit.

"Oh my god-" you gasped.

Namjoon caught the cup before it completely tipped over, steady hands saving both your dress and his jacket.His dimples appeared instantly despite the situation.

"I think the coffee survived," he said calmly.

You blinked at him, not knowing what to say.

Namjoon was standing in front of you looking unfairly handsome in a black tailored suit, silver-rimmed glasses slipping slightly down his nose.

And above all HE WAS SMILING AT YOU.

You're Y/N right?", he asked

And now your brain completely stopped functioning. "You know who I am?"

He looked almost shy at that, rubbing the back of his neck. "Your album was one of my favourites last year."

That compliment hit harder than it should have.

You were one of America's biggest pop artists, sold out tours, chart-topping singles, millions of fans screaming your name every night, but hearing it from him felt different.

Real.

Warm.

>>>>>>>

What started as a polite backstage exchange quickly turned into a ten-minute conversation about chord progressions, the pressure of songwriting, and the mutual desire to create something raw and meaningful. By the time his manager gently tapped his shoulder to signal it was time to return to the main floor, Namjoon didn't want to leave.

"We should do a track together," you said impulsively, holding up your phone. "Seriously. Let’s collab."

"I would love that," Namjoon replied, exchanging numbers with you right then and there.

TIME SKIP!

Two months later, you found yourself in Seoul. What was originally supposed to be a remote file-sharing collaboration had evolved into an in-person studio session at the HYBE building. You both wanted the track to be perfect, and doing it overa video call just wasn't cutting it.

Walking into Namjoon's studio, Rkive, felt like walking into his mind. It was filled with warm wood tones, beautiful art pieces, stacks of books, and the calming scent of incense.

"Welcome," Namjoon said, rising from his ergonomic chair. He was dressed casually in a loose hoodie and baggy jeans, looking entirely different from the sharp, armored version of himself at the award show. He looked comfortable. He looked like himself.

"Thanks for having me," you smiled, setting your bag down. "Ready to make magic?"

For the first three days, it was pure professional energy. You wrote lyrics about the dual nature of fame, isolation, and finding a sanctuary in another person. Namjoon was a patient, brilliant collaborator. He listened intently to your vocal takes, nodding his head to the rhythm, his eyes lighting up whenever you hit a particularly soulful note.

But by the fifth day, the boundaries of the collaboration began to blur.

The studio became a bubble where time didn't exist. You stayed up until 3:00 AM trading stories. You learned about his love for Bonsai trees, his frequent bike rides along the Han River, and his deep anxieties about the future. He learned about your childhood, the exact moment you realized you wanted to sing, and how lonely hotel rooms could get on tour.

One night, while ordering late-night delivery, you were sitting cross-legged on the studio couch, humming a new melody. Namjoon stopped typing on his keyboard and just watched you.

"What?" you asked, laughing a little nervously as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Is the melody bad?"

"No," Namjoon said softly, his gaze locked onto yours. He took off his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose before looking back at you with an intense, quiet vulnerability. "The melody is perfect. I’m just... realizing something."

"Realizing what?"

Namjoon leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms. "I thought this song was just a story we were inventing for the track. But I think I've actually started living it." He paused, choosing his words with his usual care, though his heart was visibly beating fast against his chest. "I think I’ve fallen for you, Y/N."

The studio fell completely silent, save for the low hum of the air conditioner. Your heart did a violent flip in your chest. You looked at him,this brilliant, kind, deeply thoughtful man who had bared his soul to you over music.

You stood up from the couch and walked over to his desk, stopping just inches away from him.

"Good," you whispered, reaching out to gently touch the hem of his hoodie. "Because I was terrified I was the only one feeling it."

A breathless, relieved laugh escaped Namjoon's lips. His dimples appeared, deep and beautiful, as he reached out and took your hands in his. They were warm and large, completely enveloping yours.

"We’re going to have a hard time explaining to the labels why our breakup anthem turned into a love song," he joked softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"We'll just tell them it was creative liberty," you smiled.

Description:To the world, Yoongi is known as Agust D or Suga: brilliant producer and rap icon . To Y/N, he’s the intimidating artist whose lyrics she proofreads. But when a midnight delivery leads to a shared confession, they discover that behind soundproof walls, their unspoken longing sounds louder than any beat.

Warning:Love/Smut.

This one was requested by anon!Since the fact that this is my first time writing smut, I really hope that you will like it. I've tried my best..So if you do please let me know and of course if don't also let me know.. Once again thank you for requesting.:)

The fluorescent lights of the HYBE Publishing headquarters hummed softly at 11:00 PM. Y/N stretched, rubbing her aching shoulders. As a junior publishing assistant, her job usually involved proofreading lyrics, managing copyright clearances, and organizing promotional schedules.

Tonight, her task was much more daunting, delivering the final print proofs of the highly anticipated upcoming album directly to the studio of HYBE’s biggest, most enigmatic artist—Min Yoongi, known globally by his stage name, Suga or Agust D.

Yoongi was legendary for his razor-sharp tongue, intricate wordplay, and an intensely private demeanor that the media often mistaken for arrogance. To Y/N, he was simply the brilliant, slightly terrifying force behind the music she had spent the last three weeks meticulously organizing.

Holding the folder tightly against her chest, Y/N took the private elevator down to the basement studio level. The heavy soundproof door to the Genius Lab Studio was slightly ajar, a warm, golden light spilling into the dim hallway. She knocked timidly.

"Come in," a deep, gravelly voice call out.

Y/N stepped inside. The room smelled faintly of expensive cologne, dark roast coffee, and the distinct ozone scent of overheating electronic equipment. Yoongi was slouched in his leather chair, a black hoodie pulled over his head, eyes closed as a heavy, sensual bassline looped softly through the studio monitors.

"Yoongi? I have the final lyric booklets and publishing credits for your approval," Y/N said, her voice a quiet contrast to the heavy bass.

Yoongi opened his eyes. They were dark, sharp, and intensely focused. The cold exterior he maintained for the cameras melted slightly as he looked at her. He had noticed Y/N months ago,the quiet, sweet assistant who always wore oversized cardigans and spoke to everyone with genuine warmth.

"Y/N," he said, using her name instead of her title, his voice dropping an octave. "You're working late."

"Just wanted to make sure everything was perfect for the launch," she replied, stepping closer to hand him the folder.

As he reached for it, his fingers brushed against hers. An electric spark seemed to flash between them. Y/N caught her breath, her cheeks instantly flushing a deep crimson of pink. Y/N didn't miss it. A slow, rare smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

He set the folder down on the mixing console without looking at it, his eyes never leaving her face. "Sit down. You look exhausted."

"Oh, no, I shouldn't interrupt your—"

Before she could finish,Yoongi stood up. He was tall, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over her. He closed the small distance between them, gently taking her wrist. His touch was warm and firm. He guided her to the plush black couch against the back wall, sitting down right beside her, closing the space completely.

"The music can wait," Yoongi murmured, leaning in. The scent of him enveloped her, making her dizzy. "You've been working yourself to the bone for my album. I think it's time I properly thank my favorite assistant."

Y/N’s heart hammered against her ribs. "Yoongi..."

"Do you know how distracting it is having you in the same building, Y/N?" he whispered, his hand sliding up her arm to cup the side of her neck. His thumb caressed her jawline. "Every time I write a love song lately, I'm thinking about the way you smile when you bring in the morning files."

Y/N’s breath hitched. "You... you think about me?"

"Constantly," he growled softly.

Yoongi leaned down, bridging the final gap between them. His lips met hers in a kiss that started sweet and tentative, testing her response. Y/N let out a soft moan, opening her mouth slightly, and the kiss instantly deepened. It became hungry, possessive, and thick with months of unexpressed longing. Yoongi’s tongue tangled with hers, claiming her mouth completely while his hands tangled into her hair, pulling her closer until there was absolutely no space left between them. In a minute situation turned and they changed places, right now Y/N was on top of him.

The air in the studio grew heavy with a new kind of tension, one that had been building between them for months. Yoongi’s hands were steady but urgent as he pulled her closer, his forehead resting against hers. The rhythmic pulse of the bass in the background seemed to mirror the frantic beating of their hearts.

"I've wanted to do that since the first day you walked into the conference room," he confessed, his voice a low vibration that Y/N felt deep in her chest. She barely had the time to breath before he pulled her against him again, one hand pressed firmly against her waist and with other he started lifting her shirt slowly.

"'You're dangerous." She whispred against his lips.

A smirk ghosted across his face."And yet you keep coming closer."

The world outside the soundproofed walls disappeared, leaving only the soft golden light of the studio.He shifted his weight, guiding her to lay back against the cushions of the couch. Heat rushed through her so fast, she grabbed onto his shirt just to steady herself.

He noticed immediately.

"Easy," he murmured, voice low and rough. "I've got you."

As he was howering over her placed between her legs, he looked at her.Really looked at her, she suddenly felt exposed in the most terrifying and addictive way possible and he noticed that.

"Tell me if you want me to stop." He whispered,his hot breath hitting her face.

Instead, she pulled him back down to kiss him, and that was all the answer he needed.

He pulled her shirt off and started fumbling with the bottom of her jeans, and in a matter of seconds both of their cloths were thrown across the studio.

His hands ghosted down her sides, as he placed a few hot kisses on her neck then going straight down to her chest, causing a small moan to escape her lips. She could feel his hardness and the heat starting to pool between her legs.

She slipped her hand down wrapping her hands around his length, causing him to growl against her skin. A sudden chill run across her chest causing her nipples to harden, as Yoongi took one of her tits and started sucking it making her moan. The feeling on him nipping was driving her wild and he absolutely enjoyed the fact that her body squirmed under his touch.

Running his fingers through her slick folds, it made her knees go weak.Squeezing her eyes shut as Yoongi was teasing her clit.

"No, open your eyes baby." Yoongi grinned looking at her.

"Fuck." She groanned as she throw her head back in pleasure, as his fingers worked magic.

And before she could even register what's going, without warning he slammed hard into her making her scream in even bigger pleasure.There was nothing gentle about his thrusts, each one hitting the right spot every time.With his every thrust It took her closer to the point of ectasy, the high she was feeling was unlike anything else she had ever felt.

"Hold on to me baby, I'm close."

"Me too Yoongi, OH MY GOD."

Suddenly he pulled out making her whimper of the sudden felling of emptiness, as they both were catching their breaths he suddenly laid his head on her chest taking her by surprise.

"Let me stay, like this for a moment, I like the sound of your heartbeat."

She didn't said anything, instead she put her hand and started messing with his black hair.

Every touch was a revelation. The contrast between his public persona—the fierce, untouchable rapper—and the vulnerable, passionate man currently holding her was staggering. As they lost themselves in each other, the professional boundaries of the publishing house dissolved completely.

Hours seemed to pass in a blur of whispered confessions and shared warmth. Eventually, the intensity softened into a quiet, comfortable intimacy. They remained on the couch, Y/N’s head resting on Yoongi’s shoulder as he absentmindedly traced patterns on her hand with his thumb.

"The album is going to be a success,"Y/N whispered, her eyes fluttering shut.

Yoongi kissed the top of her head, his grip tightening protectively. "It doesn't matter as much as this. You're staying with me tonight. No more proofreading, no more deadlines. Just us."

Thank you!!

Ohh that sounds like a great idea to write.. Sure I can do that.. I will try my best. I hope that you will like it.

Sure, I can try that. Although that is going to be my first time writing something smut, I will try and do my best.. I hope you will like it.