#august d

Summary: Yoongi was always in his studio day in and night, you rarely saw him now aday and it makes you think… would he even notice if you were gone?

Title: We can't be friends

Warning: angst. heavy angst tbh. light kissing. maybe suggestive at one part but that it.

Pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Fem!reader

WC: 3k

A/N: This is the second installment to the Ariana x BTS series I am working on and this is one of my favorites I have written so far also lmk if you'd like to be tagged in any of the future stories in the comments! <3 Enjoy!

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Dating Min Yoongi was a dream. He wasn’t the most affectionate but he showed his love in other ways such as buying you small gifts or spending long amounts of time with you.

You two often laid on the couch in your shared apartment watching shows you two really weren't too interested in or sat on the floor where the table was and did a puzzle together. 

It didn’t seem like much, but it was everything to you.

So when BTS had announced a new comeback, you knew that he would become busier and you wouldn’t see him as much but you knew he would still find time for you, right?

Many days have passed and you had barely seen Yoongi, he was always in the studio or at practice and you were beginning to feel the pull away he was having. It made you feel a little sad, but you knew how busy things would be at the beginning of a new comeback so you didn’t feel too different about it.

In a few weeks time, things would be back to normal and you would have your quiet life back.

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A few weeks have passed and things were not back to normal, if anything it had gotten worse. Long hours of waiting for a text or call back and he would come back in the early morning hours.

He would arrive home and you would be leaving for work. It was hard, but you still held onto the hope that it would go back to how it was. And in order to do that, you decided to plan a date night for Yoongi and yourself.

You went out with the whole thing, you called and made a reservation, went out to buy a new dress, hell, you even bought some new perfume you knew he’d love. 

So here you were sitting in said restaurant glancing back and forth between the menu and your phone. He had already text you earlier in the day saying he may be a little late but would still be coming so you waited.

And waited.

And waited…

Nearly an hour has passed and many texts were sent wondering where he was or when he would be arriving and the waiter has come back more than once but now with a saddened face for you.

You didn’t want pity. You wanted your boyfriend to be here with you.

Before the clock hits ten o’clock, you signal for the waiter to come over and order your food to go and once it’s brought out you head home. Walking into the living room the house is dark, signalling he hadn’t even been home to change.

With a sigh you slip off your new heels and head towards the kitchen. You pull out a bottle of wine and grab a glass, quick to pour yourself a glass. Your phone sat on the counter that previously had no new notifications, now pops up a message.

A new message from Yoongi, it reads: “Work ran over late, are you still at the restaurant?”

You can’t help but scoff at the irony of him asking if you’d still be at the restaurant nearly three hours after the set time. You decide to ignore the message and head towards the bathroom. 

A hot bath is what you need after being stood up by your own boyfriend for the night. 

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After being stood up Yoongi came home and groveled. Well, not really. He only did a small apology that consisted of a small soft spoken ‘I’m sorry’ and a soft kiss on the lips. You forgave it not because you really wanted to, but because you didn’t feel like arguing.

So you went to sleep, cuddled up to one another and slept.

You expected to see him still in bed when you woke up for work, but to your dismay all that was left behind was an open cold spot and a note on the desk. He had noted that he would be home late tonight and to not wait up for him.

To say you were disappointed would be an understatement. In all honesty, you were angry. He couldn’t take a single day off especially after what he had done?

You roll your eyes at the note and slowly begin getting ready.

The work day was one of the hardest you had in a long time. It was like no one knew what their job was and what to do, so you decided to reward yourself after and do a little shopping. You went into many stores, and bought many things, but what made you pause was inside a small almost hidden shop was a pair of keychains.

Cat keychains. 

You laugh at the irony and pick them up. One was a of an orange cat with a little backpack on it and the other a black cat with headphones on. 

‘Perfect’, You think to yourself.

Making your way up towards the check out counter you place the small items and smile at the desk clerk. 

“For your honey?” The older lady asks.

Nodding your head, “It is, it reminds me of us.”

She laughs politely and checks the items out and you pay. Before you knew it, you had already been out of the house until late in the night. Deciding to hurry home, you were surprised when you entered and saw a pair of shoes at the door entrance. 

The lights were on in the house signalling Yoongi was here or had been here. You walk in quietly and are surprisingly pleased to see him laid out on the couch. Pausing in the door frame you look around as he looks back towards you.

“You were out late.” It wasn’t meant to sound rude or anything, just an observation.

You nod your head and reply, “Yeah, I did some shopping after work.”

He nods back wordlessly and stares at the bags in your hand. Walking closer to the couch his hands reach out and pull you closer towards him. A small giggle escapes from you and he begins leaving small kisses across your face.

You had missed this.

Pulling away, you whisper, “I got us something.”

His eye brows lifts in question and you pull away opening the smallest bag you had carried in. You pull the objects out and show them to him.

The cat keychains you had bought earlier dangle from your finger and he reaches out to get a closer look. A small smile graces his face and he laughs lightly, “It’s us.”

“It is.” 

You hand him the black cat and he looks at it with gratitude. 

You two spend a little longer on the couch before deciding it’s late and you need to head to bed for the night. 

Though you had been upset with him, you figured it was a one off thing and it wouldn’t happen again making you happier. 

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Waking up the following morning you weren’t surprised to see Yoongi’s spot empty like it was almost every morning at this point. You lay back down for a moment just relishing in the morning silence.

Eventually your other alarm goes off signaling you need to get up and ready for work, so you do so with a groan.

The day went by quickly and during your lunch you had messaged Yoongi reminding that soon would be your birthday dinner and that he needed to have that day off like he promised he would.

You knew it was a little selfish to ask for something like that especially while preparing for a comeback, but he was the one that had insisted you do something for your upcoming birthday. So, you sent a text reminding him to take off this coming up Thursday. 

Well you more so asked if he was available this coming Thursday and was happy when he messaged back almost immediately saying he would be off in time for the dinner. Today he was texting more than usual which made you wonder if everything was okay but decided to not ask.

You had already bought the dress you would be wearing and intentionally didn’t show Yoongi so it would be a surprise. You already felt giddy for his reaction. 

The day goes by quicker than what you’d expected and once again you return home to an empty and dark house.

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The day had snuck up on you honestly.

 Thursday. 

Your birthday.

You woke up excited expecting for Yoongi to be here and wish you a good morning, but immediately saddened to see his spot empty. You wandered into the kitchen, seeing if he was in there but it was quickly coming to realization that he wasn’t anywhere in the house.

A sigh escapes from you and you sit on the couch in silence. 

The day continued on with many messages from family and friends, but none from Yoongi.

Perhaps he was preparing something in secret? At that thought, you became more excited and went on with your day expecting something before dinner.

But then six o'clock rolled around and it was dinner time. And there you sat surrounded by friends and family but no sign of Yoongi. The party continued on and for a moment you forgot about him not being there yet but then you see them.

Jimin and Jungkook.

They walked in, presents in hand, and with bright smiles. 

They walk up to you and you give them a hug.

“We’ve brought presents.” Jungkook's smile was almost blinding, hopping a little in excitement to give you said gift. 

“I can see that.” Your voice was light and polite, as you looked around.

Their faces fall a little as they realize who you were looking for, Jimin reaches out grabbing ahold of your hand and says, “He will come don’t worry.”

You nod hesitantly and smile politely at them.

You’re quickly pulled away from your thoughts as a cake is brought out and everyone begins singing to you. 

Your smile lights up and you laugh out loud as everyone sings off key including Jimin and Jungkook. 

The night continues on in fun and many joyful memories that you’d cherish for a long time. 

But in the back of your mind, you were always searching for him. Yoongi.

He hadn’t shown. At all.

And you were hurt. He had traded work for another one of your most important moment.

You had to excuse yourself from the party and headed to the bathroom. Once the door was shut and locked, the dam broke. Tears fall from your eyes in warm and wet trails, hiccups come from your mouth. 

He hadn’t text all day and he hadn’t shown up. How could he be so selfish? Or maybe you were the selfish one for asking this from him in the midst of a comeback… but Jimin AND Jungkook had shown up in support but your own boyfriend hadn’t?

Your breathing slows down as you grip the cold sink in front of you and you look down, tears now falling into the sinks bowl. This wasn’t right. 

None of this was okay. ‘You couldn’t do this anymore’, You thought to yourself. 

Your whole body freezes at the thought not because it wasn’t true, but because it was so true that you immediately felt a cold chill take over your body. 

Yoongi couldn’t take a little time of his day for you and you spent your whole day thinking of him. It wasn’t right and so the decision was made. 

You couldn’t do it anymore.

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The ride back home was silent, but your brain continuously worked the whole time.

‘Perhaps he is at home setting something up to make up for not being at the dinner.’ 

You laugh at yourself for giving him so much grace. Because the truth was, you knew he wouldn’t be there. He would still be in his studio working on new songs and not even thinking of you, at least not enough to even send you a quick message.

The walk up to your apartment felt faster than normal and as you opened the door, you were welcomed by a cold and dark house.

He wasn’t here.

A laugh burst from your mouth. You had actually thought he would be here for a moment. Your laugh quickly turns into a sob as you cover your mouth trying to quieten down. This was it, you couldn’t be waiting anymore. 

It wasn’t right for you. 

All the missed dates, all the late nights, all of it just building up to this. He forgot the very thing he had absolutely promised not to do and he did it. 

So, you head to the bedroom and grab your suitcase. It was big enough to fit a few outfits and some other of your belongings for the time being. The packing process was harder than you thought it would be but as you go through all your belongings all you can think about is Yoongi.

You really didn’t want to leave, but it had to be done. He didn’t care about this relationship as much as he once had and you didn’t deserve that. And as much as you hoped he would run through the door with a huge apology and feeling as hurt as you, you knew he wouldn’t because work came first.

It just took you forever to understand that…

The cries only grew louder and more furious as you continued packing all your belongings for the time being. Is this truly how things end between the two of you? It felt so preventable but was consuming all at the same time.

As you palace the final piece of clothing in the suit case, zipping it up, your cries have finally come to small hiccups throughout your body. You stand up and head towards the bedroom door, bag in hand.

You reach the living room and take in the dark and cold room one last time before heading over to your purse on the counter. Your body comes to a stop as you see the little keychain you had gotten him a week or so ago. 

The keychain that belonged to a couple that once was. 

And so, you unhook the keychain from your purse, laying it on the kitchen counter in a way that felt like a final goodbye. A small tear comes down and you bring your hadn up, swiping it away.

Your feet feel heavy as they reach the front door and as you start to turn the knob you turn back for one final glance of the life that once was. All you could see was the first kisses, the first I love you’s, the first mini arguments, and the first apologies. So much of your life was spent here and now you have to leave it.

You turn the hallway light out one final time and step out the front door, leaving behind a love that once was.

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Twelve hours.

Thats how long it took for Yoongi to check his phone. The work today had been vigorous, multiple emails, new music in the works, rechecking newer music samples. 

So much and yet he couldn’t help but feel a pit in his stomach, like something was missing. But when he checked his phone his heart sank because right there in the middle of his screen was the date and time.

Your birthday.

He was quick to grab his jacket and keys and ran out of his studio at a speed faster than anyone had ever seen. 

Pulling up to the restaurant he ran to the front door and pulled the handle but the door didn’t budge and that was when he noticed the lights out in the spacious establishment. His heart sinks evem further as he truly realizes the gravity of what he had missed.

Running back to the car, he rushes towards the shared apartment, thumb rapidly tapping against the steering wheel in nerves and anxiety. The ride felt as if it was taking hours or even years. 

His car screeches to a stop in the parking lot as he rushes out of the car and into the building. He pushes the button of the elevator waiting for it to come down and after some time passes he pressed the button again before finally deciding to take the stairs.

He takes the stairs three at a time as he rushes to one of the top floors. Once he reaches the door, he quickly types in the door passcode and pushes the door open so hard it bounces back off the wall into a closed position. 

The room was dark and cold. And he felt a chill run down his spine.

Usually when you were home the light in the corner was on, always letting him know you were here. Waiting for him.

But now, the light in the corner was off. No shadows reflecting from the light as usual.

He makes his way to the bedroom, running rather than walking, and opens the door. 

Empty.

The whole side of your room was empty.

He looks around for anything that could make this seem like a big old joke. Maybe he was dreaming or maybe you were just trying to teach him a lesson. 

He rushes back towards the living room, towards the door but stops in his tracks.

There on the kitchen counter is the small little orange cat keychain. The one that matches his thats currently hooked to the backpack he had left behind in the studio he ran so desperately from.

And in that moment he knew.

He knew that you had left.

He sunk to the ground, back against the wall and small wet marks mark against his face in silent agony. All because he couldn’t stay away from work, he lost the one most important thing and he hadn’t even known it at the time.

And he couldn’t blame you for that. The time just wasn’t meant for you two as much as Yoongi hated to see the truth.

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©Criminallylyna

Notes: No AI is used in any sort of way for my writings and other content.

overtime Yoongi × female reader

⊹ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : studio fluff, heavy domestic realism, light bickering, angry-to-horny transition, explicit tension, heavy making out

⊹ 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝘀 : workaholic producer yoongi, lap sitting, hidden physical desire, rough/possessive behavior, submissive reader x dominant yoongi tone

​─── ･ﾟ: * 🎙:･ﾟ 🎧 ･ﾟ: * 🎙:･ﾟ 🎧 ･ﾟ: * 🎙 :･ﾟ ​───

⊹ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : explicit language, intense making out, grinding, heavy overstimulation, rough thigh grabbing, clothing manipulation, teasing, toxic levels of domestic attraction.

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▷ 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

​The hallways of the entertainment agency are completely desolate at this hour. The sterile, fluorescent overhead lights hum with a dull, buzzing drone that echoes off the polished linoleum floors. Everyone else has gone home. The dancers, the managers, the security staff on the upper floors—all gone.

​Except for one person.

​You glare at the glowing blue digital lock of the heavy, soundproofed door at the very end of the corridor. The stark white letters stenciled across the matte black surface read exactly what you knew they would: "GENIUS LAB."

​It is officially 1:45 AM.

​Yoongi was supposed to be home over four hours ago. He had literally promised you—hand on his heart, looking you dead in the eyes before he left the apartment that morning—that he would be back on the couch by 9:00 PM at the absolute latest. You had planned a whole night. You bought the expensive ingredients for the spicy seafood stew he likes, picked out a documentary he’d been rambling about for weeks, and actually changed into a cute, soft matching lounge set.

​Instead, 9:00 PM came and went. Then 10:00 PM. By midnight, your phone calls went straight to his voicemail, meaning he had intentionally blocked out all external communication to lock himself into his hyper-focus cave. The stew sat cold and congealing on the stove, and your patience had completely evaporated into thin air.

​You punch your personal code into his digital lock with an unnecessary amount of force, your knuckles practically cracking against the keypad. The lock lets out a sharp, mechanical beep-click, and the heavy, thick door swings inward.

​Inside, the studio is pitch black, completely sealed off from the rest of the world. The only illumination comes from the blinding, multi-colored neon light displays of his three massive computer monitors and the soft, warm orange glow of a single brass desk lamp tucked into the corner.

​Min Yoongi is exactly where you knew he’d be.

​He’s slouched deeply into his ergonomic black leather chair, his long legs spread wide under the massive oak production desk. He’s wearing an oversized, washed-out black hoodie that swallows his frame, a pair of worn-out gray sweatpants, and a black snapback cap turned backward. The backward hat forces his messy, dark bangs up away from his forehead, exposing the sharp, pale line of his brow and the intense, laser-like focus in his dark eyes. A massive pair of professional studio headphones rests over his right ear, while the left cup is pushed back behind his head, letting him hear the ambient room sound.

​His long, pale, veiny fingers are typing furiously across a midi keyboard, clicking and dragging audio files across the editing software with a mechanical, lightning-fast precision. He looks devastatingly handsome, completely in his element, surrounded by millions of dollars of audio gear.

​And it makes you absolutely furious.

​You step into the room, the heavy door sealing shut behind you with a soft, airtight thud that completely cuts off the outside hallway. You cross your arms tightly over your chest, your weight shifting onto one hip as you glare at his profile.

​He doesn't even look up. He doesn't even flinch at the sound of the door closing. He just keeps clicking, his jaw shifting as he idly chews on the inside of his cheek—a telltale sign that he's deep in a mixing hole.

​"Five more minutes, sweetface," his voice cuts through the low thrum of the bass vibrating from the subwoofers. It’s incredibly raspy, thick with hours of disuse and an endless stream of black coffee. "Just fixing the transition on this second verse. The baseline is clipping."

​"You said five minutes four hours ago, Yoongi," you snap, your voice sharp, cracking slightly with the raw frustration that has been building up since ten o'clock.

​Yoongi’s fingers freeze mid-air over the keys.

​Slowly, the mechanical clicking stops. The studio falls into a heavy, tense silence, save for the rhythmic, low blinking of the audio levels on his screen. Yoongi lets out a long, slow, gravelly sigh that seems to drag from the very bottom of his lungs. He reaches up, pulling the heavy headphones completely down around his thick neck, letting them rest against his collarbone.

​He spins his leather chair around to face you.

​The movement is slow, deliberate. He tilts his head back against the headrest, his hooded, dark eyes heavy and rimmed with a faint pink tint from staring at the bright monitors for fourteen hours straight. He looks at you standing there in your matching lounge set, taking in your crossed arms, your glaring eyes, and the tight, angry line of your mouth.

​"The company pushed the deadline up," he says, his voice a low, rough baritone that sends an annoying, involuntary shiver straight down your spine. He reaches a hand up, running his long fingers down his face, rubbing at his eyes. "The chief producer called at seven. They want the final demo on the server by eight tomorrow morning. I didn't have a choice."

​"You always have a choice, Yoongi! You could have texted me!" You take a sharp step forward, the anger finally boiling over. "I sat on the kitchen floor waiting for you. I cooked the food you asked for. Your phone has been off for five hours. I didn't know if you were dead, or if you just completely forgot that I exist!"

​Yoongi’s brow twitches, his jaw tightening as he looks at you. He hates being interrupted when he’s working, but more than that, he hates seeing that he actually hurt you. Still, his pride is stubborn.

​"My phone died because I forgot the charger in my car," he rumbles, his tone getting a bit defensive, his satoric edge slipping through. "And I didn't forget you. I'm working. This is my job. Don't act like I'm out at a club or something. Don't be like that."

​"Don't be like what? Expecting my boyfriend to keep his word for once?" You let out a dry, sarcastic laugh, shaking your head as a stinging wave of tears threatens to blur your eyes. You refuse to let him see you cry over this. "You know what? Forget it. Stay here. Sleep in your stupid, expensive lab. Work until your fingers fall off. I’m going home."

​You turn on your heel, your heart hammering against your ribs as you bolt back toward the black door, your hand reaching out frantically to grab the metal handle.

​You don't even get to touch it.

​Before your fingers can close around the metal, a heavy, rough palm shoots out from behind you, slamming flat against the wood right next to your head. The force of it rattles the door frame. Before you can even gasp, Yoongi's other hand locks like an iron manacle around your wrist, his grip completely unyielding as he yanks your arm downward and backward.

​"Ah!" you gasp, your balance completely disappearing as he wrenches your body away from the exit.

​With one smooth, effortless display of upper-body strength, Yoongi drags you backward toward his chair. He drops heavily back into the leather seat, and with a sharp, downward pull, he hauls your entire frame straight down onto his wide thighs. The leather chair spins slightly under the sudden impact, stabilizing as he braces his heavy boots against the floorboards.

​"Let me go! I'm still mad at you, let me off!" you hiss, your face flushing bright red with heat as you instantly begin to wriggle and thrash against him, your palms pushing hard against his broad shoulders to try and slide your hips off his lap.

​But Yoongi isn't having any of it.

​His large, veiny hands—the same hands that are usually so precise and gentle on the piano keys—slide around your waist with a bruising, territorial force. He pulls your lower back flush against his stomach, locking his thick forearms over your hip bones like an unbreakable seatbelt, pinning you entirely down against his lap.

​"I said, stop wriggling," he growls directly into the shell of your ear, his voice dropping into a dangerous, dark octave that makes your throat go completely dry. The vibration of his throat rumbles right through your back. He hooks his chin over your shoulder, his chest heaving heavily against yours as his grip tightens until you can barely move. "You're not going anywhere. Quiet down."

​"Yoongi, seriously, I am not in the mood for your games—"

​He cuts you off by shifting his hand up to your jaw. His long fingers grip your chin, forcing your face around to the side, and before you can even draw another breath, he slams his lips hungrily against yours.

​The kiss is not gentle. It is rough, possessive, and thick with a pent-up, dark frustration that has been brewing inside him all night. Yoongi doesn't just kiss you; he takes your mouth over entirely. His plump, cat-like lips mold against yours with a desperate, heavy pressure, his teeth biting down sharply on your lower lip until you let out a soft, shocked whimper.

​The moment your lips part to complain, his thick tongue plunges deep into your mouth, claiming you with long, wet, bruising strokes. He tastes like the bitter, dark espresso he’s been drinking all night, mixed with the raw, untamed heat of his own desire.

​Your hands, which had been pressing flat against his chest to push him away, instantly lose all their strength. The sheer, intoxicating weight of his mouth on yours completely melts your resolve, turning your bones into absolute liquid. Your fingers curl helplessly into the soft black cotton of his hoodie, clutching the fabric for dear life as your head rolls back against his shoulder, letting him possess you completely.

​Yoongi lets out a low, satisfied groan into your throat when he feels your body go entirely slack against his. His hand slides down from your chin, his palm heavy and warm as it drags down your neck, over your collarbone, and down to the meat of your left thigh. His fingers dig into your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh through the lounge pants with a crushing intensity that has you moaning directly into his mouth.

​He shifts his hips beneath you, his hard, thick length pressing firmly against your bottom through his sweatpants, reminding you exactly how much power he has over you in this room.

​Slowly, agonizingly, Yoongi pulls his mouth back just a fraction of an inch. His lips are dark, swollen, and glistening under the neon blue light of the monitors. He keeps his forehead pressed against yours, both of your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps that fill the quiet space between your faces. A smug, lazy smirk slowly curls the corner of his lips as he tracks the half-lidded, completely dazed look in your eyes.

​"Still mad?" he murmurs, his raspy voice dripping with an annoying, arrogant confidence because he knows exactly what he just did to your brain. His thumb idly rubs a slow, soothing circle into your inner thigh, moving dangerously close to your core.

​"Yes," you pant, your chest heaving against his as you try to glare at him, though it loses all its effect with how flushed your face is. "You're an absolute jerk, Min Yoongi."

​"Mm, yeah. I'm a jerk," he hums agreement, completely unbothered by the insult. He leans right back in, his teeth catching your swollen lower lip once more, tugging on it playfully before his tongue licks over the skin, making you let out a shaky, desperate whine. "But you're still sitting on my lap. And you're not going back to that apartment without me."

​His hand slides underneath the hem of your soft shirt, his calloused, slightly cold palm making direct contact with the bare skin of your waist. The contrast of his cool skin makes you gasp, your stomach muscles contracting as his hand slides up your ribs, anchoring you firmly to his chest.

​"Yoongi, the demo..." you breathe out, your hands sliding up to cup his neck, your fingers tangling in the soft hairs at the back of his snapback.

​"The demo can wait twenty minutes," he rasps against your lips, his fingers gripping your waist tighter as he pulls you flush against his growing heat, completely erasing the argument, the cold food, and the hours of waiting as the entire universe shrinks down to the heavy, breathless rhythm of his hands on your skin under the dark lights of the Genius Lab.

​─── ･ﾟ: * 🎙:･ﾟ 🎧 ･ﾟ: * 🎙:･ﾟ 🎧 ･ﾟ: * 🎙 :･ﾟ ​───

⊹ 𝐚/𝐧 : i would let Yoongi strip me of my rights, slam me onto that midi keyboard and let him mix that baseline right inside me likeeee i am losing my absolute marbles over this man smh somebody lock me up in the genius lab and throw away the key fr !!

─── 💀 :*･ﾟ 🎹 ───

Suga ♪ ↳ Permission to Dance on Stage [11/27/2021]

This is peak happiness for me

Tae is SO LOCKED IN. This is our verse hyung!

I’m exactly where I want to be.

My 34 y/o knees: