đTHE RAWEST, MOST UNHINGED PERSONALITY TAROT BLOG ON MIN YOONGI EVER (PROBABLY ON TUMBLR SO FAR) tw: sensitive themes + his current mental health.
â ď¸ Disclaimer: This is a tarot-based psychological interpretation meant for entertainment and introspection only. It does not reflect the real Min Yoongi as a person, nor does it claim any authority on his private life. This post explores archetypes, spiritual unrest, and emotional terrain through symbolic intuition. Don't take it as gospel.
đ§ˇNote from lumi: This is long and not sugarcoated. If you made it here,thank you for reading.I have poured my entire heart and spleen on this,thank you so much.
What are Yoongiâs fears, his darker and hidden side?
⌠TAROT SPREAD
(Nine of Cups,The Devil,The Magician)
Yoongi might look like he has it all that soft, content smile, the quiet nods of gratitude, the life that seems so full on paper but under the surface? Itâs more complicated than that. The Nine of Cups here doesnât feel like âIâve made it.â It feels more likeâAm I even allowed to want more than this?â Thereâs this unspoken ache in him like heâs been so focused on creating for others, holding space for everyone elseâs dreams, that heâs forgotten how to be selfish. And not in a bad way. In a human way. Like⌠heâs scared that asking for more happiness, more love, more peace, would somehow be greedy. That enjoying too much might mean itâll all get taken away. Heâs the type to say âIâm fineâ with a little smile even when part of him is longing for more. But that longing gets buried. Because deep down, heâs probably thinkingâIf I reach for more, I might break what Iâve built.â The Nine of Cups becomes a kind of emotional armor. âLook, Iâm good. Iâm grateful. I donât need anything else.â But itâs a quiet kind of fear, too that if he dares to want more, itâll make him ungrateful or unworthy. Sometimes the life heâs worked so hard for starts to feel like a beautiful cage and the worst part? Heâs the one locking the door.
This is the rawest part of Yoongiâs shadow. Thereâs this low, nearly invisible hum in the background of his mind one that never really shuts off. Itâs made of control, of obsession, of trying to keep everything in its place because if he lets even one piece fall, he fears itâll all unravel. Thereâs a quiet, relentless pressure to be perfect, to be composed, to be useful and underneath that? A darker fear he barely lets himself acknowledge: the fear that if he truly let go of the pain that shaped him, if he actually allowed himself to heal, he might lose the very thing that makes him who he is. His creativity, his intensity, his genius,it all came from that same dark well. The same sleepless nights, the same emotional collapse, the same moments he thought he wouldnât make it. And he doesnât say this out loud, but thereâs a part of him that wonders⌠if I stop bleeding, will I still make art that cuts as deeply? That question haunts him. Heâs built something extraordinary out of his suffering, and while he craves peace, he also clings to that chaos because at least it feels familiar. It gives him control. It gives him power but deep down, thereâs a bruised part of his soul that believes he doesnât deserve love unless heâs earning it, creating something out of it, turning it into gold. Thereâs this aching belief that if heâs not useful, if heâs not working, if heâs not producing something valuable, then maybe heâs not worthy of being chosen at all.
Outwardly, Yoongi comes across as a master of his craft sharp, capable, deliberate, someone who knows exactly what heâs doing. But deep down, thereâs this creeping, quiet fear that maybe, just maybe, heâs a fraud. The Magician in this shadow context isnât about confidence or skill; itâs about the ache of imposter syndrome. He worries that his talent might not be entirely real that what people admire could just be clever timing, good luck, or a carefully constructed illusion. There's this subtle guilt he carries, too, over how much control he has over how people see him. Heâs hyper-aware of how his words, his music, even the silence he maintains, shape his image. And sometimes that power scares him. It makes him ask himself the hard questions late at night Am I still being me, or am I just becoming who they expect? The real fear isnât whether people love him,it's whether they actually know him. Whether he still knows himself and in those quieter moments, when the world isnât watching, the darker part of him wonders: You can make people believe anything. But can you sit with the truth of who you are when thereâs no one left to perform for?
What are Yoongiâs toxic traits and behaviors in relationships (family, friends, and romantic) ?
⌠TAROT SPREAD
(Knight of Pentacles,King of Wands,Four of Cups,Eight of Wands (Bottom of the Deck)
This is his obsession with structure, routine, and responsibility not because he loves it, but because somewhere along the way, he began equating productivity with survival. Itâs not just about ambition anymore; itâs about identity. If heâs not working, not progressing, not creating something that lasts then who is he, really? Heâs been conditioned to believe his value lies in what he builds, not who he is when everything is still. So he throws himself into the grind with quiet desperation, waking up early, pushing through the fatigue, checking off goals like heâs afraid of what might rise to the surface if he ever slows down but beneath that calm discipline is a gnawing fear: what if no matter how much he accomplishes, he never feels fulfilled? What if he climbs every mountain, checks every box, and it all just⌠feels the same? That grief, the subtle ache of time slipping by while he's too focused on the next thing to savor the moment lives inside him like a ghost. He rarely talks about it, maybe even avoids thinking about it, but it haunts him during quiet nights when no oneâs watching and the noise finally fades.
Yoongi has this huge inner fire that burns quietly, intensely. It's not flashy, but it's potent the kind of presence that can command a room without saying a word. And yet, one of his deepest fears tied to this fire is the possibility of being consumed by it. Heâs terrified of the darker side of power including the pride, the ego, the way success can subtly erode the softness in a person. He doesnât want to become someone whoâs feared more than loved, someone who people respect but feel disconnected from. Heâs hyper aware of how easily power can create distance, and thatâs something that haunts him. Sometimes he pulls back emotionally not because he doesn't care, but because staying too open feels dangerous. Heâs learned that too much vulnerability can make you lose your center, and so he keeps a certain distance,just enough to keep himself intact. There's also this intense passion within him, like creative voltage running through his veins. But that intensity can be overwhelming, even to him. He fears it might burn others if he lets it fully show, or worse, burn him out if he doesn't keep it under control. So he channels it into what he can master his music, his leadership, his craft. He turns it into something useful, something admirable. But in doing so, he also isolates himself. The very thing that makes him powerful is the same thing that makes him feel alone.
At the core, Yoongi isnât emotionally numb,heâs overwhelmed by how deeply he feels. Thatâs the part most people miss. When he withdraws or seems distant, itâs not because heâs cold or doesnât care. Itâs because heâs terrified of what might surface if he lets those emotions rise unchecked. Thereâs this quiet ache in him, a kind of heaviness that settles in his chest when things get too still, too quiet. He distracts himself with structure, with endless projects, with music that feels safe to pour himself into because facing his own heart head on feels like standing at the edge of something bottomless. If he looks at the cup too long, he might drown in it. And the truth is, sometimes he already has. He doesnât always know what to do with joy when it shows up. A part of him hesitates, freezes. Even when love or peace is offered to him sincerely, he tends to question it. Not because he doesnât want it,but because deep down, thereâs this whisper: "Do I really deserve this? What if it disappears the moment I relax?" So instead of reaching out, he emotionally flinches. He pulls back just enough to stay safe, but not so far that people notice. Itâs a form of self-protection that slowly starts to look like self-sabotage. He knows how to function with sadness. He knows how to keep going with pressure.
What is the worst thing Yoongi 'can do' to someone emotionally, mentally, and spiritually, knowingly or unknowingly ?
⌠TAROT SPREAD
(Justice, The Chariot, Eight of Pentacles)
Yoongiâs emotional shadow can manifest as emotional coldness disguised as fairness. When hurt or betrayed, he can go into a deeply logical, detached mindset where he no longer feels the connection. He may withhold softness or closeness in the name of whatâs fair, delivering cold truths like knives and standing behind the idea that âyou get what you give.â but in doing so, he can emotionally devastate someone who expected warmth or reconciliation. Justice as his shadow becomes punishment: cutting someone out completely, shutting them down with rationality, refusing to budge even if it hurts the person deeply. The worst emotional wound? Making someone feel like they deserved to be abandoned or emotionally erased even if they just made a human mistake.
When Yoongi locks into tunnel vision, when heâs determined to move forward no matter the cost, he can mentally bulldoze people especially those who love him or want to be close. He might become hyper-focused on a goal or principle and ignore the emotional wreckage left behind. This is the kind of mindset that says, âI warned you. Donât get in my way.â In relationships or close bonds, he can mentally exhaust others by constantly pushing for control, consistency, or emotional discipline. It can make someone feel like they have to earn their place beside him, or keep up with his mental pace or be left behind. Unknowingly, he could make someone feel small, incapable, or mentally unstable simply because they canât match his speed or clarity when heâs in this mode.
The Eight of Pentacles shows that he could unknowingly drain someone spiritually by making them feel like theyâll never be good enough unless theyâre constantly working, proving, or perfecting themselves. He can make someone feel like theyâre on a never ending self improvement loop just to deserve his time, energy, or emotional presence.In the worst case scenario, Yoongi could spiritually exhaust someone by being emotionally unavailable but still requiring effort from them making them feel like they have to keep showing up, keep giving, keep fixing themselves just to stay close to him. Thatâs the unseen cost: being around him could feel like walking on eggshells, even if he never asks you to.
What has Yoongi actually 'done' to people (The Worst of the Worst) ?
⌠TAROT SPREAD
(The World ,Five of Cups, Knight of Wands)
Yoongi has, intentionally or not, made some people feel like they were part of something cosmic like they finally mattered. Like they were seen, understood, chosen. This card shows that heâs capable of giving people the illusion of emotional wholeness like their story found its final chapter with him. The pain he left before the ending ever arrived.
Yoongi has left people in a state of emotional mourning for the version of themselves they were when they were with him. He may have let someone down in a moment that really mattered. Or he gave so much affection, then emotionally withdrew so suddenly, it felt like death.He didnât just walk away,he left people stuck watching what couldâve been, replaying it over and over in their minds.
Yoongi has burned through peopleâs lives like a wildfire intensely one day, completely gone the next. Passionate, inspired, romantic, comforting then suddenly distant, erratic, unreachable.
He may have swept someone off their feet, made them feel alive again, filled their world with color.....only to vanish or lose interest without explanation. His attention could have felt like sunlight, but when he took it away, it left people cold and doubting everything.
The Knight of Wands, in his shadow, can be impulsive, emotionally inconsistent, and selfish in love. Not because he doesnât care, but because heâs always chasing something and people get caught in the flames.The worst thing Yoongi has done isnât cruelty. Itâs disappearing. Itâs making people believe they were part of his forever, only to treat them like a chapter. Itâs giving someone the world, then walking away like they imagined it.
Whatâs the worst thing Yoongi has done to himself?
⌠TAROT SPREAD
(The Star ,Six of Pentacles, King of Pentacles)
The Star is a card of hope, renewal, vulnerability, divine restoration but in this context, it reveals something deeply tragic.Yoongi has become a symbol of hope for others at the cost of his own.He has poured out parts of himself emotionally, artistically, spiritually so others could feel less alone, feel inspired, feel saved and yet⌠in doing so, heâs often neglected his own right to fully heal.He turned his own inner child into a lighthouse for others to find safety in, while he stayed lost at sea. (the water body represents specifically that in the star card).
Yoongi has spiritually under valued himself. This card speaks of imbalance the kind that looks generous on the outside, but is driven by a deep fear of being too much if he ever really needed anything. Heâs given time, support, resources, energy, emotional labor⌠and likely struggled to ask for it back. He may have built his entire identity around being useful,reliable,the one who listens and the one who helps.Heâs poured from an empty cup for years. Sometimes believing that if he just gives a little more, maybe someone will stay maybe someone will prove he doesnât have to constantly perform to be worth something.Heâs trained his nervous system to equate love with effort and when the effort stops⌠the love disappears orr so he fears.
The King of Pentacles is stable, wealthy, respected, grounded. Heâs built an empire but in this shadow context, it reveals that Yoongi has sacrificed emotional depth for security. Heâs chosen consistency, leadership, control but at what cost? This King doesnât cry. He shows up. Pays the bills. Finishes the work but inside? Heâs lonely. He fears letting go of his image. He fears being seen as fragile.
Heâs worn stoicism like armor while a part of him longs to be held without needing to achieve anything.He turned his soul into a brand. He prioritized stability over softness and now heâs trapped in a life where heâs everyoneâs rock but has no idea where to fall himself.
Do BTS and Yoongiâs family know about the ways heâs hurt himself (emotionally, mentally) ?
⌠TAROT SPREAD
(The Moon,Ten of Wands,Queen of Cups,Five of Swords (Bottom of the Deck))
Yoongiâs inner pain is hidden behind a carefully constructed fog. His family and BTS may intuitively feel somethingâs wrong like shadows moving beneath the surface but they canât grasp the full truth of it. He doesnât tell them everything. Not because heâs being deceptive, but because he doesnât know how to name his pain without downplaying it. He might speak vaguely, use humor, or change the subject. Even when heâs trying to be honest, it comes in cryptic through lyrics, brief comments, silence.His members likely feel when heâs emotionally withdrawn or haunted, but The Moon suggests they walk on eggshells around that part of him. Itâs like looking at someone underwater, you know theyâre not okay, but you canât quite reach them.
BTS and his family are very aware that Yoongi burdens himself. Theyâve watched him take on too much, keep pushing through physical pain, overwork, and emotional exhaustion all while refusing help.Theyâve likely tried to intervene at times, but Yoongiâs response might have been calm deflection or insisting âheâs fine.âThe Ten of Wands shows them watching him bend, strain, and quietly break, while knowing heâll never admit it unless heâs already past his limit.The Ten of Wands shows them watching him bend, strain, and quietly break, while knowing heâll never admit it unless heâs already past his limit.
This is likely a maternal or feminine presence,possibly a family member or even a BTS member with a nurturing spirit (like Jimin or Jin). This person knows Yoongi is in pain not because he says it, but because they feel it. They have the emotional intelligence and softness to sense his wounds before he speaks,but even with all their empathy, this Queen sometimes feels useless. Because Yoongi, being who he is, doesnât want to âworryâ people. He may respond with a smile, or distract with sarcasm, or simply vanish for a while and that leaves this person heartbroken.
BTS and his family may feel conflicted. They love him so much, but sometimes they feel like theyâre fighting a war he wonât let them into. They might blame themselves for not noticing earlier or they might feel frustrated, knowing heâs hurting and not being able to fix it.This card also shows the emotional cost of being close to Yoongi. People love him, but his emotional walls are sharp. If they push too hard, he retreats or reacts. So over time, they may have learned to back off not because they donât care, but because theyâre trying not to make it worse.
People love him, but his emotional walls are sharp. If they push too hard, he retreats or reacts. So over time, they may have learned to back off because theyâre trying not to make it worse.
Yoongiâs mental health journey since debut
⌠TAROT SPREAD
đđđđâđđ: (Five of Swords, Temperance, Three of Swords)
In his early years, Yoongi was a walking contradiction: outwardly composed, inwardly unraveling. The Five of Swords shows us a young man silently battling with himself, his body, and his purpose. This was a time when he didnât just feel misunderstood, he expected to be. He internalized failure, emotional isolation, and guilt. He likely took on more responsibility than he admitted, constantly trying to prove he was strong enough, smart enough, or âchillâ enough. Temperance says he tried to keep the balance maybe through music, maybe through control but emotionally? He was drowning in unspoken sadness. The Three of Swords confirms it: Yoongi was quietly brokenhearted. Whether it was grief from his past, imposter syndrome, self-worth issues, or the sheer emotional toll of debuting, he endured more than he expressed. And worst of all? He thought he had to. That was the heartbreak,not just pain, but believing he didnât deserve help for it.
đđđđâđđđđ: (The Hanged Man, Nine of Swords, Five of Swords)
The Hanged Man shows a period of emotional paralysis,where Yoongi might have stopped chasing external success and started confronting internal pain. Maybe through therapy, maybe through solitude, maybe through making Agust D his confession booth. He wasn't âgetting better,â he was learning how to sit in the dark without letting it devour him. The Nine of Swords confirms this: anxiety, insomnia, guilt, self-blame. He may have cried in hotel bathtubs, on studio floors, in soundproof spaces where no one could hear him. It wasnât dramatic. It was numb. The kind of suffering that eats you slowly. The Five of Swords appears again,suggesting he kept sabotaging his own healing. He might have pushed people away when he needed connection most. He might have told himself he didnât deserve softness. This was the era he stopped pretending to be fine and started trying to understand why he wasnât.
đđđđâđđđžđđžđđ: (Five of Swords, Death, Six of Pentacles)
Yoongi is actively shedding his old emotional patterns. Death is not about dying,itâs about choosing to stop surviving and finally start living. He's letting go of the belief that he has to be the strong one all the time. Heâs burying the version of himself that only existed to serve others, to write pain into poetry, to control what couldnât be fixed. The Five of Swords lingers his shadow isnât gone. He still wrestles with mistrust, with the voice in his head that says, âTheyâll leave if they see the real you" but the Six of Pentacles is his light: heâs finally learning how to receive. Not just love from others, but mercy from himself. Heâs beginning to understand that rest is not weakness, asking for help is not failure, and joy does not need to be earned through suffering. Heâs rebalancing the scales. Heâs no longer giving his soul away just to feel worthy. Heâs honoring the healing.
Is Yoongi fine after coming back from the military?
⌠TAROT SPREAD
(The Star, Ten of Wands, Page of Cups (Reversed))
Yoongiâs return from military service is quietly fragile. The Star tells us heâs hopeful but this hope is soft, tentative, and easily bruised. He wants to believe that his fans still love him, that his place in BTS still matters, that he can still be himself even if heâs changed. But the Ten of Wands reveals the pressure heâs carrying the burden of expectation, duty, relevance. He might feel he has to âbe strong,â âbe stable,â âbe inspiring,â even if heâs still finding his emotional feet. The Page of Cups reversed shows heâs struggling to access his vulnerability. He might feel emotionally immature or blocked. He could be second-guessing his creative voice, feeling uncertain about how to reconnect with himself and others without performance. Heâs likely being kind to everyone except himself. He wants to heal but he hasnât quite given himself permission yet.
How can we make Yoongi feel better as Fans?
⌠TAROT SPREAD
(The Hermit, Four of Wands, The Moon)
Let him rest. Let him go quiet without panicking. Let him disappear without thinking heâs forgotten you. The Hermit says heâs finding his way back to himself not as an idol, but as a person. Celebrate him even when heâs not performing. The Four of Wands wants us to love him in stillness when heâs healing, growing, changing. Thatâs the real homecoming.The Moon is everything he hides.....the self-doubt, the fear of fading, the inner child who still wonders if heâs too much or not enough. Love him in the silence. Trust that your soft, steady love reaches him even when he canât say it back.
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â Summary: Min Yoongi is self-absorbed and cold, but you love him all the sameâŚnot so much when he ignores you and your pursuits all week long though.
When his ignorance finally causes you to boil over, you seek help from the others who thankfully have better ideas than you do regarding how to alleviate the situation and get back at your boyfriend in the process.
A|N ~ Holy smokes! Finally got that one rewritten...added about 6k to it...hope you all enjoy it and take time out of your schedule to leave me a little bit of feedback~Â
Clicking and sliding is all you hear as Yoongi feverishly works, repeatedly hovering his mouse across and over his mouse pad in order to adjust sound waves and sound beats, listening to them through earbuds that let out brief--yet sharp--pangs of bass whenever he clicks play. His studio desktop is clearly more important to him than you kissing his neck over and over, your panties already a sopping mess at just the thought of his cock filling your cunt and thrusting into you so savagely you can no longer breathe. Those hopes all go to hell when Yoongi groans in annoyance, moving his head and neck away from your pleaâs that assume the form of kisses. You huff, gritting your teeth and licking your lips, plump from your attempt at seducing the one man insistent on ignoring your pursuits. âMin fucking Yoongi.â You growl, your significant others jaw tensing before he removes his earbuds.
He rolls his eyes, rotating his chair to face you. Without a momentâs hesitation, you climb onto the chair and into the lap of your man. His arms only move from his lap to the padded armrests. âNowâs not a good time.â He dismisses, looking away from you.
âWhat do you mean nowâs not a good time?â You push more weight on him and run your hands up his arms, hoping the affection will coax him into caring for you. âIâve been sitting here patiently for hours. Please, give me something...itâs been weeks.â You beg, practically ready to use him for your pleasure and your pleasure alone whether heâll concede or not.
âI have work to finish.â Yoongiâs face depicts no mercy, and it rips your heart to shreds. âIâll see you at home.â He pushes you off his lap, swiveling the chair back around to face the sound bar and once again...ignore you.
Tears well up in your eyes, frustrating you more than your neglected libido and its current stagnant status. Stomping away, you grab your belongings and give Yoongi one last look that he--as expected--does not turn to meet.
Aggravated to no end, you open the door to Genius Lab and slam it shut behind you, finding your shoes on the other side splayed out waiting for you to return. Throwing off the slippers you wore inside the studio, you bend down and force your feet into a pair of converse, bending down to tie the one and then the other using violent tugs and pulls.
âYa! Take it easy, what did those converse ever do to you?â A familiar voice echoes from down the hall. You look up from taking your anger out on your shoes to find Jin, followed by Namjoon, Hoseok, and the other boys coming down the hall towards you...hesitantly.
Any bit of amusement left in the young men's faces completely disintegrates when your look of anger finds its way into their eyes. Namjoon, as always, is the first to ask questions.
âWhatâd he do this time?â He guesses, assuming your asshole of a boyfriend did something to anger you as he does more often than you like to admit.
âItâs nothing.â You turn back to your shoes, ignoring Namjoonâs princely attempt at comforting you. âItâs just Yoongi being Yoongi per usual.â You stand, adjusting your purse and jacket impetuously which previously lay on the floor but now rest in your arms.
âI think it goes deeper than that,â Jimin comes the closest to you, only a few feet away while the others gingerly make their way down the hall. âDid he hurt you?â
Youâre shocked, blinking away tears before looking up at Jimin. Yoongi hurt you, but not physically. He would never lay a hand on you. Clearly, since he has yet to touch you in any way for the past week or so. âChim, no. You know Yoongi would never hurt me.â
Taehyung comes to stand hip to hip with Jimin, analyzing your mascara smeared cheeks. âThen why are you crying?â He whispers softly, putting his hand out to gesture for you to walk down the hall and away from Genius Lab. You hadnât realized you were even weeping, pressing a hand and wiping a small gaggle of salty tears from your emotionally flushed cheeks proves Taehyungâs notion. You analyze the mascara mingling with the salt, dismissing it with a flick of your hand.
Walking in silence, curiosity swirling through the room like a tornado whisps everyoneâs eyes towards you. âWell, whatever it was. it mustâve been something bad. Youâre tough ___.â Jungkook compliments, and truly, earning high praise from such a strong individual does make you feel better. You drape your belongings over a lounge chair inside one of the offices few break slash lounge rooms. The rest of the boys split off to sit on the floor, couch, or bean bags that litter the room in varying hues of sunset orange. âIâve never seen something heâs done affect you so.â He continues, throwing himself down in front of you and onto the floor.
You sigh, biting your lip in contemplation. âItâs not something heâs done...but something he won't do.â You swallow hard, angry at yourself and your lover for letting things escalate so far. You hate to drag the others into this but...perhaps they could help you where Yoongi won't.
The room of young men looks at each other in complete and utter confusion, trying their best to uncover answers from their comrades' faces. âWhat uh- what do you mean?â
Starting to sweat, you fidget and snag your lip between your teeth. âI-â You gulp, looking up and meeting Hoseokâs worried irises. âPromise me you wonât laugh.â
âLaugh?â Jin questions, looking even more floundered than before.
You nod.
Talking to them about coitus you think wouldnât be so difficult being that the six boys openly talk to you about their own similar struggles. However, discussing your own sex life with one of their own feels...odd? Itâs not something youâve ever expressed enmity towards, but you fear that they might find the entire ordeal weird and forbid themselves from discussing it nor putting in a notion of help all to avoid the wrath of the all-powerful Yoongi. Well if heâs so damn powerful, maybe he should come and take care of his girlfriend before she jumps into the waiting lap of one of the six sexually frustrated men in front of her.
âYoongiâs been...neglecting me,â You watch their reactions with half-lidded eyes, wiping away now dried mascara as all of them remain still and silent. âAnd my needs.â
Eyes widen, jaws drop, and faces flush. âN-needs?â Taehyung stutters, a weak chuckle sliding from his lips after he repeats your word.
Once again, you nod, feeling your cheeks brighten with a pink hue.
Jungkook flushes, his face pale with embarrassment. Jimin smirks, âIf thatâs all, I mean I can help you outâŚâ He offers half-jokingly. From the cushion below him, Namjoon jostles his youngers knee, shoving him from the couch at his comment.
âDo you mean to say that, this is all because Yoongi hasnât...been a man lately?â Taehyung asks, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
You giggle for the first time all day, bringing smiles into the dire air.
âThat's an interesting way of putting it,â You continue to laugh, holding your one hand in the palm of the other. âBut yes, Yoongi hasnât fucked me in about a week and a half.â The room falls silent before Jimin and Hoseok erupt into rolling over fits of laughter. âStop laughing! You promised!â You pelt a throw pillow their way, making contact with Hoseokâs face and momentarily disrupting his laughter.
âIâm sorry! Itâs just that you two donât come across as the couple that would have those sort of issues.â Jimin explains, stopping his laughter to instead rest his elbows on his knees and run a hand through his hair.
âThat couple? What does that mean?â You furrow your eyebrows, flicking your tongue over your bottom lip.
Jimin looks to the others for approval to continue with his explanation. No one stops him. âItâs just that we-â He gestures to the room, â-see how Yoongi looks at you.â He smiles when you blush lightly. âHeâs not one to show emotion well. At least...when youâre looking.â
Youâre not sure how to respond. Being angry with Yoongi but loving him at the same time is almost more difficult than not being sexually touched for a week and a half. Hearing such infatuating facts about your lover and the way you affect him do little to help you in your quest to ignore and neglect him instead.
âYou two have been dating for a while...is this the first time this has happened?â Namjoon presses a finger to his chin, trying to remember a time when Yoongi portrayed similar attributes away from you over the course of this week that he could connect to the past.
âOnly once. It was a while back when we had only been dating for a few months.â You earn nods all around. âEverything I tried now, I tried then. The only difference being that back then my actions swayed him and we...worked things out.â They all chuckle, eyeing eachother with knowing stares plastered to their handsome profiles. âNow he wonât even spare me a second glance let alone grant me a killer and much-needed orgasm.â Faces contort with half discomfort and half sadness for you.
âMy offerâs still on the table.â Jimin tosses in, sitting on the floor behind the couch and ducking behind it before Namjoon has a chance to strangle him alive.
âYaâknow...thatâs actually not a bad ideaâŚâ Hoseok agrees, startling you.
âIâm not going to fuck Jimin if thatâs what youâre suggesting.â You hold up your hands as if to put up a barrier between you and the testosterone flooded young men. All of which are practically foaming at the mouth.
Jimin, despite being shot down, looks elated. âWorth a shot.â He shrugs.
âWell no, I wouldnât suggest fucking Jimin. His baby dick wouldnât get you anywhere.â Hoseok begins to explain, a seething Jimin glaring from behind the couch.
âFunny Hobi, doubtful the comment expanded anything other than your ego though.â Jimin responds, earning a chorus of âooâsâ from the onlookers.
âHobi just continue before Jimin blows another fuse.â Taehyung joshâs, teasing Jimin lightly.
âFine.â He grumbles, looking away from his younger with a faint smile, âMake him want it.â He vaguely begins. âItâs what Iâd do.â He leans back, clicking his tongue and gesticulating with his hands.
âYouâre not helping her, explain or shut the fuck up.â Jimin snaps, shrinking Hoseokâs confidence.
The older of the two looks to you with puppy eyes. âDonât look at me,â You start, âYouâre the one that poked the sleeping bear.â He shrugs, accepting that, yes, he wrote his own fate in sharpie and thereâs no way to go back and change it.
âAs I was saying,â Hoseok clears his throat, âDo something you know that no matter how hard he tries, he just canât resist you.â He grins proudly, âThen if that doesnât workâŚbring us up.â You have to admit, thatâs not a bad idea. Yoongi isnât partial to sharingâŚthe very idea will drive him mad. âTell himâŚthe rest of usâŚoffered to placate you in his place.âÂ
Biting your lip in concentration, you try desperately to come up with the one thing you know always puts Yoongi between a rock and a hard place. The one outfit youâve worn that had his eyes--and hands--on you from the second you put it on to the minute he ripped it off. âFuck.â You mutter.
âGot it now?â Hoseok smirks, proud of himself.
âOh, Hoseok! You angel from above!â You grab your belongings, practically skip your way over to Hoseok, and kiss him on the cheek with a loud smack of your lips and a smile so bright that it could be described as nothing short of beaming. âIf I get laid tonight iâll owe you.â You stand straight, looking at all of the small immaculate faces belonging to the men sitting around you. âIf I get laid tonight,â You reiterate, âIâll buy each and every single one of you dinner tomorrow, if I can walk that is.â You wink, moving towards the exit and opening the door.
âGod, Please get laid tonight.â Jungkook murmurs under his breath, the rest of the boys nodding.
âGood luck!â Taehyung bursts to life before you walk out the door with a flying kiss and smack of your ass that erupts the room into garbles of laughter.
You stand in front of your closet for nearly ten minutes in contemplation after arriving home. âThis better be worth it.â You mumble, your words slurred beneath the coating of Red Zinfandel on your tongue. You couldnât resist cracking open a new bottle just to convince yourself that this idea was the right one. After a glass or two, your plan was put into action, you ran to your closet, wine glass in hand; and sprang into action. You had debated wearing a whole lingerie set. You owned multiple which Yoongi gifted you, each with their own sultry note from your lover still placed hastily beneath the article. Minutes pass before you make a final decision. You need something simple, but something that will end Yoongi all the same.
A babydoll.
Thereâs nothing more fitting for the predicament youâre in. You know you couldnât just walk out and up to Yoongi wearing every piece of lingerie you owned. You could imagine the amusement that would manifest in his eyes if he came home to find you dressed to the nines in garters, a thong, and stockings. Heâd probably laugh, only to continue his goal of driving you to cheat. However, this get-up wonât make him laugh. Doubtful in the least. Heâll be fawning over you in mere seconds. At least...thatâs the goal.
Looking yourself up and down in the mirror, you admire the workmanship of this babydoll. Itâs a deep red that begs to swallow the wearer whole. Bows of silk decorate the space below the valley of your breasts. The babydoll itself is solid in coloring, your body is still left to the imagination, but Yoongi already knows what lies in wait beneath any article of clothing you bear. Only seeing parts of it when he enters will drive him mad. Thisâll have to do because you canât turn back now. You can hear Yoongiâs keys scrape against the plaster of your apartment door as he uses them to open it. Carefully, you pick up your half-empty wine glass and walk towards the living room where Yoongi is bound to enter by the time you get there.
âBabe? Iâm home.â He says, opening the door with his gaze glued to the floor. âI talked to Namjoon. He said you looked upset when you left.â You watch as he removes his olive jacket, his necklaces jingling together as he moves. âI was a dick, I know it. I knew it the second you slammed the door.â He turns, âItâs just that Iâve been so stressed lately. I know I shouldnât take it out on...you.â He quiets down when his gaze lifts to find you leaning against a wall in your babydoll, the hem scrunched around your waist. You gingerly sip your red wine, licking your lips slowly after the liquid slides down your throat, glazing it in a heat that slips down to your core as you watch Yoongiâs reaction.
You got him.
âItâs fine. Just apologize, I wonât hold it over your head.â Slowly, you push off the wall, placing down your wine glass as you walk over to your shell-shocked lover. He stands frozen in space-time like stone. You glide your hand up his arm, cupping his neck as you give him a quick kiss that heâs too shocked to return.
âY-you won't?â He asks in a voice far from his own natural tone.
âOf course not, I know youâve been under so much pressure lately, with the new album release just around the corner.â Walking away from him and towards the kitchen, you pick up your wine glass and open the fridge, taking an apple out and smoothing its exterior over the material just barely concealing your breasts that spill from the low neckline. If your eyes donât deceive you than your sure you hear Yoongiâs breath hitch even if only for a brief second. Your confidence is stronger than the stone Yoongiâs frozen into, nothing will crack it, his reaction has only added fuel to your inner fire.
âWell, Iâm sorry babygirl.â He coos, catching a whiff of the game youâre playing at. âI never meant to ignore you.â His tone has dropped an octave. You know that if he accepts your pursuit this time around youâll only have the bearings to hold your own for a few minutes at most. His footsteps creak the floorboards beneath his heavy steps as he moves closer to you. You bite into the apple, facing away from him as you lean against the counter and tease him with a flash of your panty covered core.
You almost choke at the burn of his touch against your side as his hands travel up them with care, hiking up the frilly hem of your babydoll. âIs this your declaration of war?â He pushes himself against you, causing your hips to grind against the edge of the counter. âGetting back at me for this afternoon?â He buries his nose into the crook of your neck, pulling you back, he presses you flesh against his chest. You swallow the apple hard, losing the appetite to finish the rest of it. âDamn you smell so good.â Yoongiâs warm breath trails goosebumps from the base of your spine to where his lips have made their way to the space just underneath your ear. You desperately want to let him have his way with you, all that built up tension in your core screaming for release. Instead, you hold your own and push him away. You walk around the island and prop yourself up onto its smooth surface, feeling the cool granite against your thighs. âI apologized didnât I?â He clenches his fist against the counter and rests on his elbows, watching as you trail your lips over the bitten away portion of your apple.
âYou deserve this.â With movements slow enough to compete against a snail, you gently tug your babydoll skirt up to where it can rest on your hip bones. Yoongiâs eyelashes flutter, his usually pale sinew starting to take on a pink hue when you allow the cotton of your panties to show. You lean across the counter, your hands pressed to the granite. He tenses, waiting for your next move. You brush your nose against his, moving in towards his lips only to pull away before he can close the space between you. âYou turned me away. This is your punishment.â You peck his soft gummy smile and jump off the counter, throwing out your apple before walking back in the direction to which you came. Without hesitation Yoongi follows, his gaze burning holes into your back and ass. You give him a side glance, shooting him a cocky eyebrow raise as you go to check your phone on the nightstand.
Yoongi leans against the doorframe to your shared bedroom, both hands in the pockets of his ripped navy skinny-jeans. You twist around while responding to a text from Hoseok, emojiâs dancing around a âHe just left, Good luck!â that he sent you. Linking eyes with Yoongi as you press send, you notice him bite his lip. âDid you need something?â You so reticently say, biting your tongue to keep from laughing at the expression of frustrated amusement that forms on your lovers face. He scoffs and turns away from you, running his hand through his hair in pure vexation.
âDonât be like that.â He takes a step into the room, slowly but surely making his way over to you.
âDonât be like what?â The teasing has officially intensified as you crawl onto the bed and lean against the headboard, spreading your legs. Yoongi canât seem to keep his distance now, springing forward and stopping at the edge of the bed, practically drooling at the sight of your cunt spreading a sopping wet spot into the material of your panties. A low growl erupts from Yoongiâs throat as he reaches for you, courage allowing you to press your manicured toes to his forehead, making him stay put. He drops himself onto the mattress, melting into it, begging you with his eyes. You rub your legs together and then spread them again. âYou caused this. Ignoring my pursuits is a dangerous business baby boy.â You tease him and lick the tips of your index and middle finger, playfully running them over your bottom lip.
Yoongi looks at you pleadingly, that is...until your words drill through him like a properly aimed bullet. A sharp pang envelops him, and you judge by the darkness in his stare to the change in his expression that you...no longer have the upper hand. His smolder makes you shudder, slowly causing you to move your knees inward as a last stitch effort to keep him out and away from you. Even though all youâve ever wanted for the past week was his cock hammering into you hard enough to put a hole in your back. âYou know what else is dangerous?â You hear his shoes hit the floor as he manages to push them off one by one. His aura is so overwhelming you fear he might just grab you and seize you without a strand of mercy to his technique. He answers his own question, âCalling me baby boy when you know iâm your Daddy.â You crack. This side of Yoongi ignited a fire within you three years ago when you first started going out. His intense stare, passion for music, incredible fashion sense, and his way of controlling you in the bedroom that drove you near the edge of oblivion.
He was staring you down, itâs like he could tell you wanted him. As if he could smell the hormones rising off you like rain sizzling off hot pavement. Crawling his way up the mattress he forces your legs open upon reaching you. With his arms occupying either side of your head due to the way he presses his palms into the headboard, youâre trapped. His breathing is heavy, and the strain heâs feeling as his erection presses into the stiff material of his jeans must be the reason why. He brushes his nose over yours, mimicking the way you teased him in the kitchen. Smirking, he pulls away from you, your mouth parted in preparation for his lips hitting yours ferociously only to be greeted with air and a stifled chuckle from Yoongi that makes you blush. Moving his hands down to rest on your hips, he jolts you forward and into his lap, holding you close as he spins around so that heâs the one pressed against the headboard.
His dark eyes--foggy with lust--land on the valley of your breasts, drawing him forward. You try to pull away but his hands are a force to be reckoned with. He dips deep, kissing around your neckline and down the swell of your breasts. You canât help the needy whine that escapes your lips as he takes your nipple into his mouth through the material of your babydoll, leaving a wet spot in his wake. âSay the word baby girl and Iâm yours.â He quickly get to work kissing back up your neckline to suck the delicate skin of your neck, switching objectives mid-assault to kiss across your jawline and capture your lips.
âMmmmâ You whimper at the kisses between you two, biting his bottom lip as erotica overtakes you and your previously stone cold senses. Yoongi slips away from your mouth, leaving you to pout when he goes back to your angelic neck to place nip upon nip across the plain. Hearing your whimpers tells him without words to sooth the pain with licks and kisses afterward. You struggle to grab at the last string of dignity you have, but you want him. For the past week, youâve craved his attention, his touch, his cock. Now heâs willing, and you donât want to push him away. âFuck it.â You mumble, shoving his lips away from you violently, and causing his crazed eyes to open and meet your beseeching stare. The vie you previously held dear and over his head in now gone, evaporated into thin air. You bite your lip, eyes half-lidded with lust. âYoongi,â You gulp, earning a nod from your lover who looks overly pleased with himself. âI want you to fuck me, hard. Just like Iâve wanted for the past week.â He smirks, game to please you and fulfill your wishes.
âI donât know babygirl,â He teases, âShow Daddy how badly you want him.â He gestures to the bulge in his jeans, supplying you a next objective. You kiss him once, biting his lip and sucking it before pulling away with a stare that solidifies him to the fullest extent. Dismounting him, you lay on your stomach and reach up to unbuckle his belt. Yoongi stares down at you with anticipation that shows when he licks his lips, prodding his tongue against the opening. Impatient, Yoongi takes over once you free the belt from the loops built into his jeans, tossing it to the ground with a thump. You lean away when Yoongi moves to speed up the process, unbuttoning his jeans and yanking down the zipper quicker than youâve ever seen him do before. Through a smile, you assist in pulling down the tight fabric, tugging his boxers with it only enough to free him from the straining confines he felt himself rutting against previously for access to you. Once freed, you run your hand over his length, Yoongiâs arms giving up their venture of removing his jeans. âAhhh. Mmmf.â He moans, your warm hand providing ample relief from his discomfort. Your thumb flicks repeatedly over the swollen red head of his solid cock, spreading precum over his length as a means of lubrication.
Opening wide, you strategically dance your tongue across his slit which is already soaked in precum, redoubling the motions you performed with your thumb. Yoongi lets out a deep core rumbling groan, one so thick and inviting to the ears that it has you grinding into the bed, searching for relief of your own. Yoongi throws his large hands forward, one clawing at the bedsheets while the other tangles its fingers into your hair. He urges you forward with gentle--bordering forceful--pulls that order you to take him completely. Moving instinctively, You take in as much of your lover as your prepared to.
Youâve always loved going down on Yoongi, watching as he writhes in pleasure beneath your fingertips and warm mouth makes you yearn for him in ways no woman expects to yearn for a man, his effect on you nothing short of intoxicating. Heâs truly a sight to behold both in and out of the bedroom, but like this? Heâs ethereal.
âAh fuck.â Yoongi bellows as you hollow out your cheeks, moving up his length to suck the sensitive tip with extra care. You can feel him start to twitch and pulse against your lips, his cock letting off a heat more intense when you deep throat him. âBabe I'm-â Heâs cut off as his cum fills your mouth, the spurt of hot arousal coating the back of your throat, making you gag. Releasing his tight grip on your hair, you slip off him with a pop, about to swallow the cum resting in your mouth before Yoongi stops you when he grabs hold of your throat. âLet me see.â He grants you a lascivious smirk, one that tells you thereâs no arguing him. He looks down at you, biting his lip before you finally open your mouth, displaying the shimmering white arousal pooling atop your tongue.
Yoongi whimpers, touching his thumb to your tongue which makes you automatically close your lips around him. âSwallow.â He urges, keeping his thumb placed firmly between your soft lips. You flutter your eyelashes, holding his wrist before doing as he says, swallowing hard. Yoongi watches your throat move with the motion, pushing down his arousal and making him smile. âGet up here.â The urgency in his voice is potent, demanding and proud. You crawl up to him, brushing his lips with yours softly before kissing him deeply, his tongue invading your mouth before you can protest. You push back against it, demanding the upper hand in your shared oral exchange. He doesnât permit such easy victory though, overpowering your own tongue with his and eventually forcing you into submission and allow him to control the pace at which your mouths move. His hands hold your thighs, pulling at the muscle and eventually holding your ass in the palms of his hands. You moan into his mouth, provoking him to groan back and smile into the kiss, tugging you closer.
Breaking away, Yoongi pulls off his shirt, raising it over his head, and throwing it across the room. The second his brilliant pearlesque skin is exposed to the air your hands rove the surface, gliding palm and fingertip from his stomach up to his shoulders, using the leverage to pull him away from the headboard and into yet again another kiss, the only difference between this one and the last being the seriousness depicted on both your faces. Neither of you smile, laugh or smirk. Your breathing aligns and you separate in tune for an intake of oxygen before diving right back down to continue controlling the opposite with nothing other than your mouths.
Taking advantage of a separation to breathe, Yoongi dives away from your mouth to instead kiss up and down the length of your neck, tainting the skin with marks of love that youâre sure to see in the morning. Your hand subconsciously moves up and into Yoongiâs hair, striding through it and tugging when he moves even further down to kiss and nip at your collarbone, simultaneously reaching for and removing one of the straps supporting your wine colored babydoll. Â
âY-Yoongi.â You plead, gulping and grinding into his crotch to emphasize the need for him to stop stalling. He looks up, meeting your shadowed eyes, the lids desperate to close in the search of pleasure. The succubus inside you is weak and shivering. Sheâs hungry for the kill, insatiable always but close to breaking now that you have been absent of cum for what feels like an eternity.
âSomeone's impatient.â Unbeknownst to you, Yoongiâs hand has slipped between your bodies, underneath you and is now reaching for your covered cunt, sopping wet with arousal due to only the smallest of actions.
âCan you blame me?â You hum brief seconds before one of Yoongiâs fingers glides between your folds hiding behind panties begging to slip from you.
âHah,â Yoongi hums, smirking as he watches you take your lip between your teeth and bite down softly, pushing the blood from the flesh and forcing it to pale. âSay pretty please.â He grins, licking the swollen muscle of his mouth with his tongue that you beg to have pressed to your most intimate of areas. You mewl at him, running your fingers through his hair as his digits glide over your bundle of nerves gathered at the very top of your pussy. He kisses your breast, sliding another finger between your folds as he waits to hear the soft beseeching chime of your voice. âBaby, just say pretty please, and the teasing will cease.â Heâs playing games, but you couldnât care less. Youâre suffering, impoverished under his touch while he grins sardonically.
âPretty pleaseâŚâ You whisper, leaning into the crook of his neck.
âLouder. I want the neighbors to hear.â Yoongiâs tone is saccharine, but his intent depicts a whole other form of demon...one persistent on wrecking your pursuit of hedonism. This demon fuels his sordid motions, your slickness starting to coat his digits despite the ever-present barrier that haunts you from between your bodies.
Once again, you grind down onto his fingers, reaching with your hips for his semi that shudders between you, and for a second your curious as to how Yoongi is even managing to keep up such a solid act...surely he must be just as eager to feel your squeeze around him as he descends into you. âYoongi,â You call, lifting your head to look him in the eye. âRip this babydoll off of me and tear a hole in my back from the inside outâŚpretty please.â You bat your eyelashes, sounding anything but innocent. Especially so when you bring it upon yourself to reach for his hard on and run your hand down the length once before letting go and meeting him between your legs, starting to rub circles into your clit.
Yoongi chuckles, ripping your hand from yourself to instead thrown you down onto the mattress splayed out behind you. âSo demanding.â He coos, getting off the bed to removes the entirety of his jeans. âTake that off.â He cocks his head towards your babydoll, the one strap not even supporting what little of you isnât spilling from the thin fabric. Grabbing the hem, you pull the babydoll skirt up and over your head. Yoongi grabs it from you while he climbs back onto the fluffy mattress, hovering himself over you and sitting back up with the babydoll in his hands. He throws the expensive article to the ground, the deep fabric joining his t-shirt which was discarded during your kissing escapade.
Yoongi leans back down, lifting your right leg and kissing down your calf to your inner thigh, earning heavy panting in response. Your hips rotate on their own, seeking a relief that no matter the build-up or how far you reach, ceases to show itself. âA-ah! Mmmf.â You whine when Yoongi continues kissing up your body instead of stopping and tearing off your panties. Your cunt is throbbing with need, you hadnât felt this debilitated in what felt like eons, longer than just the week of drought that's seemingly coming to a halt. Its as if Yoongi is prime on killing you slowly due to your fervent need to be filled.
As your lover's lips arrive at your neck you're on the verge of tears, so frustrated that you almost start sobbing when Yoongi finally hints at a new horizon, a silver lining. âDo you want these lips elsewhere babygirl?â He whispers sensuously, daring you to rapidly nod, feeling so disheveled and lightheaded from just the idea. He smiles against your skin, fervently snaking himself back down your body and arriving at your panties. His breath is hot and impetuous, the feeling against your drenched panties forcing you to judder and move to escape the chills. Your head lolls from one side on the mattress to the other, the movements fueled by the judder you feel due to attempting to avoid the chills riding your nerves.
Moonlight seeps through the bedroom blinds, illuminating the whole room and making you look all the more appetizing to Yoongi. Heâs suffering just as much as you are, but heâd never let his stoic mask slip and give you the power of knowing his regret when it comes to previously ignoring you. Youâre beautiful, and Yoongi is so besotted with you that he can barely function. Heâs now come to realizeâas your hips rock in the hopes of brushing yourself against anything to provide pleasureâthat stress had prevented him from feeling that blessing of an emotion all week, and now heâs witnessing the repercussions. Whipping the sappy feeling from his expression, he replaces it with lust, finally giving you the one thing youâve begged for since earlier today.
Yoongi reaches for your panties, pulling them down and revealing your drenched cunt to the cool air of the bedroom. The veneer of your juices beckoning him forward the second the gleam shines in the moonlight. Delaying your pleasure once more, he raises the soaked panties to his nose, inhaling your scent and throwing his eyes open to meet your shimmering eyes. âFuck, you should see yourself right now.â He smirks, the panties finding their assigned spot on the floor when Yoongi decides that enough is enough and youâve more than earned the pure unbridled erotica mere seconds from unfolding beyond your eyes. Humming an agreement to his internal thoughts, he holds you at the outer thigh, wetting his lips and parking himself between your legs, running his hot tongue through your slit and forcing your hips down into the mattress as you try to move away from the overwhelming shockwave of lewd electricity that wrecks your nerves.
You cry out silently in pleasure, your mouth falling open but your vocal cords too strangled to produce any inkling of a sound. Yoongiâs tongue moves expertly through your folds, licking stripes from your throbbing entrance to your distended clit already swollen in preparation to throw you over a towering cliff of titillating euphoria. Your lover's assault has you worried how long youâll last, you desperately plead with your expressions that you want more but you also beg for the pleasure to last longer. Yoongiâs tongue--knowing you inside and out--seeks out every one of your weak points. He holds your thighs open, pinning them in place as they shake and tremble beneath his experienced touch. Your orgasm, previously resting deep within you starts to rouse, flashing wave after powerful wave of ecstasy over you like an ocean current crashing during a storm. Your hands dig into the duvet of your bed, scrunching the thick material up under your desperate pulling. The pressure only escalates when Yoongi sucks your clit, sounds of sin filling the room and your ears, the sultry wet sounds of your slick coating the mass of Yoongiâs lips and tongue pushing you even further towards oblivion. âDonât cum.â He demands from between your legs, the ludicrous order pulling a scoff from the deep caverns of your lungs which fill with large intakes of air as you pant and moan. âDonât you dare.â The words crawl off Yoongiâs tongue in a hiss, your throat forcing a whine from the deep innermost workings. To your dismay, your orgasm scampers away as you attempt to obey Yoongi so you earn a reward.
âAh! Yoongi please!â Due to your obeying, Yoongi grants you one long slim digit between your tight walls, prepping you with a vigor to placate your perturbation and earn your forgiveness once and for all. You throw your head back, arching your spine and smiling incredulously, suddenly thanking your control of forcing down your orgasm.
Yoongiâs prepping has thankfully pushed along preparation steps to an extent that allows another finger to join the first. Curling his fingers, Yoongi pulls you closer and closer to him with each burning motion his fingers perform. He pumps into you faster, the digits continuing to curl in a come-hither motion at your G-spot, the one place he always seems to find with ease. âDo you like the way my fingers play with you?â He whispers seductively, his eyes glued to the way you hold your one hand over your mouth as a means to prevent cries of pleasure from escaping. All you can do is pant as you see the white flash of your impending orgasm return more powerful than its counterpart that was forced to withdraw. You buck your hips into his hand, practically absorbing him with you as you chase the blinding climax. Yoongi curls his fingers once, twice, thrice more, helping you ride out that high that youâve been craving and prolonging its livelihood. Your mouth is open wide, you pant and moan as he slides his fingers out of you, your eyes squeeze tightly shut as Yoongi caressâs your sopping folds before you hear him remove his digits and lick your juices from each of the long lean fingers.
âMmm.â He murmurs. âWhat a thirsty pussy.â His words should make you feel embarrassed but you know heâs right...you want more and are still cantilevered off the edge of your last orgasm despite the obvious effect it had on your struggling libido.
âM-more.â You implore, brazenly circling your clit and causing a shockwave of overstimulation to reverberate off your stretched walls that are more than ready to be filled and used. You lift your fingers away from your distended bundle of nerves, brushing them across your bottom lip and tasting the same juices Yoongi loves to sop up and lick from his over talented mouth. Yoongi pauses to watch, removing his own fingers from the brim of his lips to instead reach between his legs and use your arousal as a form of lubrication as he begins to pleasure himself and take advantage of the live show he has splayed out in front of him.
As he strokes his shaft his eyes trail down your body, breasts exposed, panties pulled aside, and hair a hot mess he couldnât help but let his mind wander. He says it out loud rarely, but he loved you more than lyrics could ever explain. He could write a million and one songs about the joys of relationships or the hot steamy sex the two of you had, but no language could rightfully explain the beauty in which you basked in. It didnât matter if the lyrics went on about what it was like to watch you walk around the house in a messy bun and sweats, or a tight dress with full makeup. Not even the most talented of songwriters could take your beauty and describe it in song. No artist could paint the emotions you made him feel. Even a photograph printed off the most expensive, most highly rated camera in the world couldnât capture the pure bliss you gave off. Only Yoongiâs heart could ever experience that feeling of being enamored with you. You were his and he loved every inch of you. From your toes to the tip of your noseâŚyou were the angel he always imagined spending the rest of his earthly days with.
Yoongi leans down to kiss just above your navel, sending an explosion of chills up your spine. âYouâre mine.â His voice is raspy, low, and music to your ears. You lick your lips. Feeling as he taps your side, gesturing for you to flip onto your stomach, you do so, dropping your hand from your mouth to instead lay your hands over your head. A gasp escapes your lips as Yoongiâs palm comes down on you like a storm out of the clear blue sky. âUp.â He commands, giving your ass another quick pop, although one that's not nearly as intoxicatingly hard as the previous. Upon propping yourself up doggy-style, you wait for the tip of his cock to kiss at the entrance to your vagina, dripping with the need to be filled. As expected, not a minute too soon you feel him line himself up with your opening, pushing back your folds and trudging forward into the velvety warmth of your core.
The glorious pressure youâre all too familiar withâbut have been withoutâbuilds in your lower body as he reaches the hilt. âSuch a pretty pussy-â Yoongi grumbles, his voice raspy and full of promise. He moves slowly at first, causing you to sink your teeth into the plushness that is your bottom lip in impatient frustration. âI hope I donât mess it up too badly~â He smirks, devious intent ever present on the surface of his tongue. As the last word passes his swollen lips, he thrusts deep, hitting your cervix before pulling back out with a cacophonous of ever pleasant sounds that make your ears ring in delight. You snap your head up and back, the tresses of hair occupying your scalp startled into being thrown against your shoulder blades.
Yoongi growls out a baritone moan, his fingers digging into your hip bones as he continues to thrust into the stretched but ever tight cavern of muscle between your legs. With his pleasure reaching new highs, he ends up thrusting hard enough to make you lose your balance, forcing your arms to buckle and your chest to hit the mattress. Nonetheless, Yoongi continues to pound into you, ignoring your collapse in pursuit of a lust so powerful it distracts from his average train of thought. Despite continuing to move, Yoongi still caresses your love handles adoringly as means to say âIâm still here, are you okay?â. Moaning his name proves to be enough for Yoongi when he pushes himself as far as he can into you and holding him there for a second longer than the last, his languid movements driving your inner succubus insane.
Then he stops, slipping out of you but placing a reassuring hand on your derrière which implores you to stay put. With his palm slipping from your behind, you feel Yoongi move, leaning towards one of the end tables where your phone lies on its charger. âY-yoongi?â You stutter, questioning why he stopped with a turn of your head.
âShh.â He shushes, unlocking your phone with his fingerprint and admiring the picture of him kissing you under the mistletoe just last year at the cheesy Christmas party everyone banded together to throw where you all drank cheap beer and got drunk off each others company. Then, remembering the task at hand and the idea he begs to try out, he opens your phone camera. âI want to remember this.â He answers your curious eyes, his irises meeting yours as he holds your phone and strokes his drenched length before climbing back onto the bed with you. âNow make some good noises for the camera babydoll.â Heat envelopes you as you suddenly feel both aroused and hesitant when Yoongi begins to film himself renter you. However, any hesitation is quickly subdued when he rips into you at an unwavering and malicious pace. You moan lowly, the cry of pleasure falling from your lips not only for the camera, but in approval for the man behind you. âOh baby, youâre making such a mess down here.â Yoongi praises, admiring how his cock slips in and out of you with ease, your cunt making the most utterly pleasing lewd sounds heâs ever heard.
âHarder Yoongi! Harder!â You recoil, begging in beguiling tones of voice.that have even Yoongi raising his eyebrows. Giving you what you want, Yoongi moves the phone from his right hand to his left, reaching forward and bundling up a bunch of your hair to use as leverage, yanking the makeshift handle towards him and pulling himself forward. He leans down and kisses between the two gorgeous dimples at the base of your spine, the camera moving to capture every little detail of your sensual lovemaking.
âShit-â Yoongi slurs, squinting before slowing his pace to get out a sentence without struggling, âIâm close, turn over so I can see that pretty face of yours when I make you cum with me.â You nod, moving forward and off of Yoongiâs length before he helps you turn you over onto your back with your legs spread. Relaxing your rather tensed muscles, your previously bowed back eases into the plush surface of your shared bed. âSmile~â He coos, his uttered words half a joke and half an order when he moves the camera into your profile, your eyes blown out with pleasure and your mouth letting out pant after pant as you look into the cameras dark lense. A smile greets the reflection of the smooth glass, faltering only when Yoongi realigns himself and thrusts back into you with a chorus of telltale wet sounds that inform you of the wrecked state Yoongi has you in.
As the in and out motion continues to flow between you like a well-oiled machine, you flutter your eyes open to look at Yoongiâs sweaty face. His eyes are closed and his jaw is clenched, and yet he still looks so breathtaking. How someone can be so bewitchingly handsome is beyond your realm of knowledge. The phone in his hand has begun to tilt as heâs drawn away from keeping the footage anywhere in the area of well filmed. Taking it upon yourself post moaning, you reach upwards and pluck the device from his sweaty hand. His eyes open in a near panic, but they settle once realization sets in. Holding the camera on him, you reach up and touch his face, instilling a new brand of energy that has Yoongi feeling alive all over again.
âDidnât I say-â He chokes, feeling you intentionally squeeze your walls around him to provoke a reaction for the camera. âI want to record your lewd face when you cum, not mine!â He bellows, looking into the camera where he knows youâre staring. You smile and whimper when Yoongi snaps his hips into yours much harder than the previous times. He bows to kiss you, his soft plump lips brushing against your own and distracting you from gripping the phone tight enough to keep it from slipping. As Yoongi's tongue grazes yours he continues to gradually increase his speed. You moan deep within your throat, dropping the cell phone and allowing your hands to trail their way upwards from Yoongiâs cheek to his hair, pulling at the pastel strands.
âYoongi! Fuck!â You growl, starting to repeat his name like a mantra, yelling out a series of agreeing terms that has Yoongi humming in delight. The purr in his throat only lasts so long though, as your nails dig into the sinew of his shoulder blades and scratch down the pale skin.
âCum baby-â His pace increases, pounding into you harder and harder. âCum all over my cockâŚ.show me that high youâve been begging for.â He smirks, a dexterous set of actions following the dirty chimes that come spewing from his gummy smirk. You recycle his words in your head, one after the other. Replaying his dirty look and the way he clicked his tongue after saying it.
You rapidly nod, throwing your hand away from him to instead bite down on the fleshy part of your thumb, âYou too, cum inside~â You lean upwards, biting on his earlobe and whispering in his ear. Yoongi only growls in response, pulling himself out to the head only to descend right back into you at a rate that has tears manifesting in the corners of your eyes. âAah! Shit!â You groan, falling back down to meet the mattress. Yoongi smiles at the reaction he pulls from you, caressing your cheek before biting the inside of his own.
âWatch as I pour inside of you.â He roars, reaching down and holding your breast before pulling and slapping the flesh as you stare down between your preparation graced bodies. Moaning from the sting around your areola, you squeeze your eyes shut before inhaling as Yoongi massages away the pain. âQuick baby, watch.â The sight alone makes your walls clench tighter around Yoongiâs cock. He swallows hard, exhaling out of his nose in response to the overwhelming pressure. Eventually, he leans down and kisses your forehead, never slowing his pace. The buildup that seemed to have lasted years finally breaks off in the form of the most powerful orgasm youâve ever felt rip through you. Your walls clench and spasm, your back bowing into the bed in utter erotica and burning satisfaction so strong youâre sad to feel it starting to leave your body.
âFuck.â Yoongi snaps. Itâs only seconds after your own climax that his own all-powerful orgasm spills from his nerves, his continuing thrusts prolong both your initial climax and his.
He sporadically thrusts into you, attempting to squeeze every last drop from his length and spreading it against your warm walls that keep him squeezed inside you. Both of you melt, reveling in the feeling of skin on skin as Yoongi finds himself unable to hold himself upright due to the exhaustion that suddenly hits him. Yoongiâs softâyet sweatyâhair brushes over your exposed shoulder like a thousand sweet butterfly kisses. This may as well have been the longest week of your life...zero contact...zero love shown and you are more than glad to have it done and over with.
Your mouth falls agape when speaking finally becomes a possibility after recovering from the mental toll this past fucking has taken on you. However, Yoongi beats you to it.
âIâm sorry babydoll.â He sits up and slides out of you, his softening member covered in his own seed and your juices that have mingled since your simultaneous undoings. âI shouldnât have neglected you like I did.â His look of sorrow is utterly heart wrenchingâŚhowever, he said this same thing the last time you two went through an unintentional dry spell, and that's the last thing you want to happen again. You need to install a preventative software in that big brain of his. So, you hatch a plan.
Feeling devious, you grab your phone that lies next to you and hold it up to Yoongiâs face. It has been recording nonstop since Yoongi pressed the button at the base of the phone, and you want to make sure you get this on film. âMaybe this will help for when you think leaving me without a good fucking for weeks on end is a safe decision.â You zoom in on his sweat crested features, feeling as his cum starts to coat the interior of your thighs as your walls start to force it from them with each tense of your core muscles. âJungkook heâŚoffered his help. Not to mention that Taehyung seemed pretty enthralled with the idea of subduing my growing neediness.â Yoongiâs expression darkens as he examines the features of your face and attempts to figure out the point of this short analogy. âThat being said, if you neglect me again-â You lick your lips. âIâm sure any of the other guys would be willing to help me out instead.â His breath hitches, and upon glancing down, you see that the ire bubbling inside him has returned to a glaciated state.
Whispering in a tone of voice so deep and thick, Yoongiâs eyes meet yours, and his hand comes up to steal the camera from you in a swift motion that has you jumping. âIs that so?â He growls, dropping his voice a couple octaves. You continue to smile, entirely proud of setting him off and instilling a new idea for him to ponder after neglecting you for too long. Your cockiness only grows when the precise actions you were hoping for take place. Â âIt seems that iâm going to have to fuck that very idea out of you.â Without a sliver of hesitation, Yoongi grabs you by the waist, disregarding the recording and instead sweeping you clean off the beds surface and into his arms. âIs Sir mad?â You tease, noticing his twitching eyebrow as he continues his course to the bathroom with heavy steps.
âFurious.â He opens the door with his elbow, spinning before entering the dark room.
You watch as Yoongi turns on the light, his face fully visible once more. âShould I be scaredâŚ?â You tense around Yoongi as his hands hold you at the asscheeks.
The airâs gone frigid, but you're hot. Your blood is boiling in the way ones does when aroused. âYou tell me.â Yoongiâs eyes have blown out to pull in every strand of light and lust that surrounds the air close by. He places you in front of the sinks, your asscheeks hitting the cool granite countertop when Yoongi backs you up. âYouâre going to stand there and face straight until I tell you otherwise. Do we understand each other?â Nodding, you link your fingers in front of you, pressing your palms to your lower abdomen as you feel the warmth between your legs become unbearable. Even simple tasks such as choking down a measly whimper is becoming increasingly difficult for you to uphold.
You watch closely as Yoongi opens the large glass door to the shower and feel the water to test its temperature. When satisfied he walks back over to you, lust coating his features and enthralling yours. With eyes deeper than the depths of every ocean, Yoongi looks deep into your ever gleaming eyes. He caresses your cheek softly, a glimpse of his soft side coming through for only a brief second in time. âIâm going to be rough with you.â He smirks, whispering and allowing the dominant and possessive side of him to flood his being and come out to play.
You bite your lip, âSo be rough with me.â You gulp, digging your fingernails into the countertop before grabs you by the waist, spinning you to face the obfuscated mirror that continues to fog due to the steam that rises and escapes through the shower. Placing a hand between your shoulder blades, he pushes you down and forces you to lean over the cool stone. Your breasts push into the granite, causing you to shiver, your nipples standing erect against the stone that feels like ice.
With you in position, Yoongi takes it upon himself to glide two of his strong piano playing fingers down the length of your spine. The light touch causing goosebumps to form across your skin. However, this soft touch is not what Yoongi has in mind. He distracted you to divert your attention from the motion he really has been gearing up to put in play. At the perfect moment where you bite your lip, he rams inside of you, causing a jolt of painful pleasure to ricochet off your nerves.
Without giving you a second to breathe, he grabs a fistful of hair with the hand that was just lightly touching you, and yanks you towards him. Tears well up in your eyes as Yoongi mercifully pounds into your cervix. You mustâve really pissed him off for him to be so rough with you. You had no idea he even had this pent-up energy inside him after the steamy exchange that took place just in the other room. Unlike the session in the bedroom, little to no words are exchanged as he mercifully fucks the hell out of you from behind, only a chorus of high pitched cries of pleasure that pour from your lungs.
It isnât until your inevitable orgasm comes into view that Yoongi finally pipes up.
âThey could never love you the way I do.â Heâs stern and forceful. A thrust causing his hip bones to grind against your ass. Listening to his words makes you want to deny that little remark, force him to teach you a lesson. On the other hand, the woman that loves him wants to reassure that heâs the only man-made for her. Your lungs prove to be as little help as your brain when you can only settle with moaning in response, giving him the assurance that you know heâs right. âLet alone fuck you the way I do.â Heâs right. Until Yoongi met you-you had never been fucked so hard or so eloquently.
When you look back at it, your previous boyfriends obviously had no idea what they were doing. None of them even stand on the same playing field as the man holding you now.
Yoongi admitted to imagining what heâd do to you after making your acquaintance at a fan meeting years ago. At the time the group hadnât broken it big so the fanbase was still in its toddler stages, diapers and all. Even so, the boys were more than popular with the ladiesâŚYoongi knew this and yet he kissed the top of your hand and whispered sweet things in your ear from across the three-foot-wide table. Both actions were things the boys usually refrained from performing to prevent jealousy amongst other fans or to cause drama. Little did you know, the entire gesture of kissing your hand was his way of slipping a note between your fingers, one that concealed a place to meet him the next day. It felt like a fairy tale. However, the love making the two of you later pursued was the real magic that had you sucked in. The crabby prince and the soft-hearted princess.
Who knew theyâd make such an innate couple?
Your blinding climax rips the memory from your grasp. Your eyesight taken by the power of it. You press your forehead to the counter, chin tucked in towards you, panting out moan after moan. Music to Yoongiâs ears. Hearing you pant and groan tells your lover to increase the speed of his thrusts in order to prolong your climax. The movements do just that, ripping another wave of your orgasm right through you, this one even more powerful than the last. You judder under his thrusts, your walls feeling almost numb due to the amount of friction and nerve action that courses through you with every languid moment Yoongi conjures. If it werenât for his hand on your hip youâre certain you wouldâve buckled to the floor.
You exhale sharply, feeling thoroughly used and fucked to the finest extent. Yoongi, upon cumming himself, Â stops his movements and slides out of you, watching with a lascivious smirk as his cum trickles out of your opening and drips down towards the floor.
Youâve never felt soâŚfull.
Twice has Yoongi cum inside you since arriving home. Thereâs something strange however, you have yet to move from the counter, holding it in a death grip as your chest heaves and your eyelashes flutter as you come down from the heavens as you continue to replay the seductive scene in your head. Removing you from your daydream, Yoongi places his Elvin-like hand to the back of your neck lovingly, pulling you up slowly so your back is pressed against his chest. As thanks, he ravages your neck, covering the scale of it in kisses and love bites that have you feeling weaker in the knees than you already are. In the heat of the moment your hand hooks around the back of his neck, your fingers massaging into his scalp.
âWe should clean you up.â He whispers through kisses, leaving a hickey in place of the last kiss that was placed anew a twin just below your jawline.
It's then that you can tell, as Yoongiâs arms leave you and you fall back towards the counter, looking for support. âYoongi...â You trail off, attracting the attention of your significant other who hums in response. You wipe away a patch of condensation in the mirror, looking into it to find Yoongi staring right back, reading himself to hear whatever it is your about to say. âI-I canât feel my legs.â His serious face melts into one harboring an expression meant to house a laugh, a sound that escapes him once he realizes that you really canât manage to walk more than a foot before crumbling under the soreness left in Yoongiâs wake. A reminder for the few hours at least.
Leaning towards you, Yoongi whispers, âI told you none of them can fuck you like I can.â He kisses the nape of your neck, grabbing both your hips to help support you. With Yoongi guiding you, you spin to face him, allowing him to wrap his arms around your waist and raise you to rest your ass on the counter. A gush of the seed inside you starting to seep from your opening due to the sudden movement. âWeâll have to clean you up this way first.â He licks his lips and spreads your legs, revealing your cum covered core, a sort of pride seeping from Yoongi as he spies the way it coats you suitably. Overstimulation is something youâve started to drown in, your clitorisâ sensitivity soaring to new heights as Yoongiâs tongue brushes against your opening. The muscle pushes into you, exiting with a mouthful of cum and your juices.
âMm.â Yoongi groans, spitting into the sink to your left. âI really packed it in you huh?â He kisses your knee, leaning back into a squatting position. âWant to try standing?â You give him a reluctant nod, leaving the countertop by throwing your weight over Yoongiâs shoulders, one hand on each side. Your relieved to find that most feeling in your legs has returned. After finding your balance and only relying on Yoongi as a just in case option, you look up to find that Yoongiâs soft eyes have returned, love filling them to the brim. You slide your hands off his shoulders and cup both his cheeks, giving them a quick little smoosh to make him look like a fish. He laughs through his nose and grabs your one hand, starting to walk towards the hot shower which has steamed up the entire bathroom since first entering.
âLet me finish what I started.â He sends you a soft smile, leaving you confused and conflicted. His soft nose wrinkles with the smile but his jawline remains sharp enough to pierce through solid steel. Youâre completely and utterly besotted. Perhaps its the hormones in your body that still lie on high alert that has you feeling so magnetically drawn towards him at this very moment in time. Then again, maybe youâre just happy to have your Yoongi back. He obviously notices your staring and can tell your thinking hard because his eyebrows furrow and he smiles again. He pulls you into him and lands a soft, tender kiss on your lips. âSo, have we learned our lesson?â He smirks again, the lust lightly invading the mass of his eyes for what you hope is the last timeâŚto be frank you arenât sure if your body can take much more of a beating. Recovering from an orgasm takes timeâŚcumming twice only doubled your initial sensitivity.
Yoongi leads you into the shower, allowing you to step in first before following closely behind. You look at him upon pressing your now damp back against the tiled wall, the water being the only barrier between the two of you. You nod, âHave you?â He gnaws on his bottom lip, rocking his head back and forth slightly.
âOh, I won't dare ignore you again. Iâve learned to cherish whats mineâŚthe last thing I want is another man to touch you, let alone one of the members.â He finally enters the shower, drenching his pastel blue locks under the hot water. Droplets travel down his fit yet lean body, cascading his strong shoulders and his hip bones. Yoongi may not be the strongest or most physically fit man youâve ever laid eyes on, but that doesn't stop him from looking absolutely ethereal in his own way. Joining your eyes, your hands begin to roam Yoongiâs body. It takes you by surprise when he reaches behind him and grabs your ass, pulling you under the water with him and flesh against his chest.
He captures your lips, the motion slow and intimate when compared to the ferocity of his previous kisses that demanded to overrule and steer the flow of not only his, but your motions as well. Behind closed doors, youâre the couple thatâs cuddly, lovey-dovey, and sarcastic. When in the open, Yoongi becomes distant and afraid to show you off to the world. Sometimes, that mindset seeps into your home life and as a resultâŚfesters into a dry spell that you somehow need to overcome.
Boy, will you need to thank the guys for their advice laterâŚand yes, youâll treat them to dinner. With Yoongiâs credit card of course.
Summary: After dating for almost 3 years, the armys and Yoongiâs label have found out about your relationship. Now you have to deal with it in your extraordinarily normal life.
I was in complete euphoria as I drove us out of New York state. It was such a spur of the moment thing and I know that Yoongi was like me when it came to the stuff. Everything needs planning and some kind of schedule, but I guess he had one in this situation. I was in complete awe that he had thrown this together without telling me, but I also couldnât believe that he didnât tell me. He knew how I was when it came to this stuff, but maybe he wanted to push me a bit out of my comfort zone.
I quite liked driving honestly. When Iâd first learned, I was terrified. Then I slowly began to realize how calming it was. When people would complain about driving alone, I never quite understood it. I liked just focusing on something with my music playing in the background. I liked feeling free, in some odd way.
It wasnât until the third hour of driving when we were stuck in New Jersey rush hour that it hit me what I was about to do. Drive to Florida? Yoongi couldnât fucking drive. Yes, I loved Road Trips, but holy shit was I in for a long one. There was a moment of spite towards him, but I quickly withdrew it when I thought about what he could possibly have waiting for us when we got there. âAre we driving through the night or stopping?â
He laughed and in the bumper to bumper traffic I let myself turn to him. Â âWe both know you canât push yourself like that.â He extended his hand to my shoulder and began to rub it. I sank into my seat and attempted to crack my back while he kept his hand there. âYouâre not tired yet, are you baby?â
âIâm not tired, Iâm just thinking.â I returned, moving my foot between the gas and break every few seconds. I sighed. âDo we have a date we have to be there by?â I asked.
âWell, the reservation is for tomorrow because I thought we would leave after we got back from the city-â he chuckled, âBut shit happens, right? I can always call them up and tell them Iâll be there the day after next.â
I shook my head and changed the song that had just come on with the controls on the steering wheel. âI can drive til probably one of the Carolinaâs before I crash. Not literally crash-â he was laughing at me now. âBut like- figuratively. We can make it there by tomorrow if Iâm not a fucking idiot.â
âSo, itâll be a while then?â Without hesitation I flung my arm towards his chest with my fist curled up. I knew it didnât hurt, but he pretended it did anyways. âI have so many jokes I want to makeâŚâ I rolled my eyes.
âAfter we get out of this traffic, weâre stopping.â I stated and he just laughed at me.
He was probably going to make a joke about the party from last night and I could truly only guess which one he was gonna go for. It was probably going to be âThis is why you didnât win that fight last nightâ and then excessively apologize. Yoongi had recently been attempting to bite his tongue over things he knew that he was gonna regret. At least with me. With everyone else he was still the same blunt dickhead who disregarded everyone's feelings a good amount of the time for the truth. So, now he was just avoiding whatever the outcome was by not even saying it.
After about an hour the traffic finally cleared up and  we were in Pennsylvania now. The airy atmosphere was kind of soothing, but it was quickly ruined by Yoongiâs complaining that he now had to pee. I hadnât been able to get to the right line for the last rest stop and there hadnât been one for about 70 miles now which meant almost another hour with no break or bathroom. I wasnât about to pull over for him, teasing him like this was kind of funny.
âThat oneâs a stop! Please god let me go pee in Panera Bread!â Yoongi was almost screaming about this now and I was basically hysterical laughing over the fact.
âYeah, yeah. Chill out.â I changed lanes as we got closer to the exit. âHave you eaten Panera before? I donât think Iâve ever forced you to go. The rest stop Panera's are even better than mine and that's saying something. Their mac and cheese and grilled cheese- Yoongi I could die.â
âDonât say that when Iâm on my death beds, thanks Y/N.â he laughed at himself but not too hard. There was totally a chance he would piss his pants if he did. âSelfish, selfish.â he teased me.
The sun was almost all the way down as we got out of the car and he ran inside as I walked. It was funny watching him run at his full speed, which was pretty fast. He was a pretty serious guy in public but you could easily tell even as a strange my boyfriend was dying right now. I couldnât help but to stretch as I walked inside and got online. We hadnât eaten in hours and I knew he was hungry even if he hadnât mentioned it. Weâd probably end up getting food later too, so I was just gonna get what I normally got for both of us.
I probably appeared super disheveled at the current moment, but I didnât care too much. I had about 4 or 5 more hours of driving til I could sleep and my appearance during it was the least of my worries. âHey, can I get 2 half and halfs, both mac and cheese and grilled cheese. Also, two drinks?â The girl behind the counter who looked like she hated her life nodded without even glancing up at me. She told me the total right before I paid and gave me a buzzer to wait with.
I made my way towards the bathrooms and almost in sync Yoongi appeared with the biggest smile on his face. âIâll stop complaining now.â he spoke as he hugged me for a moment and kissed the top of my head. âIs the food really that good? Did yaâ get it?â I nodded. âAre we eating here or going?â
âI can eat while I drive.â
âDidnât get you get mac and cheese?â he furrowed his eyebrows down in my direction as he pulled away from me and took my hand. âY/N, that sounds like an utter disaster.â
âI can handle it. Iâve done it before, Yoongi. Worst comes to worst, you can feed me.â I guess Iâd said his name a little too loudly because suddenly the cashier that had previously helped meâs face shot up at the mention.
âOh my god!â she exclaimed and I could physically see his body tense for a moment. âMin Yoongi!â Within a moments notice she abandoned her job and was making her way over to him. âAnd Y/N! Iâm sorry I didnât recognize you by your voice, you sweet cinnamon angel!â Cinnamon angel? What? Oh come on.
I scanned the rest of the place to make sure nobody else was coming over or anything. It wasnât busy at all and it was a bit strange that weâd managed to walk into the one place where we were recognized, but I couldnât help except to laugh. The girl walked over towards us with extended arms facing me first and as awkward as I was, I hugged her. I could feel Yoongiâs eyes on the back of my head as this girl almost began crying before pulling away and going towards him. He didnât sigh out loud, but I knew he wanted to. He loved seeing armys, but I was guessing there was something he wasnât telling me.
âC-Can I get a picture?â she asked and my instinct was to say yes. Before I could Yoongi started.
âI- I donât think we can- itâs a safety hazard to give away our location.â he was very straightforward about it, but I knew he felt bad.
âI wonât post it for like a few days! Or tomorrow! And this is a rest stop, you guys will be far gone by that time!â I gave Yoongi puppy dog eyes and he sighed aloud this time. âYouâll do it?!â she had noticed the exchange between us and was absolutely delighted. âYay! Jay!â One of her coworkers ran out from behind the counter as she yelled. Can you take a picture of the 3 of us?â
She stood in between us and I smiled real big while Yoongi had one of his famous smirks on. âYouâre such a little asshole.â I whispered to him as we walked out to the car. She showered us in thank yous until we left the building and it got my face all red. âYou couldnât even smile?â
âYou know Iâm not really allowed to even take those kinds of pictures.â he sighed as I unlocked the car. Before I got in I watched him debate getting in the back to sleep or the passenger's side to keep me company. He mustâve known if he got in the back weâd be staying at this rest stop until he moved, so he skipped that step all together.
âOh, I know. It sucks having such cute pictures with you and not being allowed to ever post them really.â I pouted as I turned the key and pulled out of the lot towards the highway.
âYou have that one from the concert of us all up there now.â
âYeah, but thatâs not one of our cute pictures. Min Yoongi we take the cutest pictures ever and theyâre all trapped in my google photos.â
âWell, Iâm gonna make sure you can post some cute Disney pictures of yourself and even maybe one with me in it by the time we leave. Fuck everyone else.â he laughed and then stopped himself upon realizing what he was saying. Yeah, he could pretend to have all the control he wanted, but in the end everything was papers and pens.
âYou say fuck everyone else as if youâd give up your career for me.â I began to laugh at my small joke, but the air in the car got a bit stiffer. He uncomfortably shifted positions in his seat and I knew he was looking out onto the open road instead of me now.
âYou know I would.â his voice was hoarse and I knew he didnât want me to hear that, so I didnât respond.
I never liked to compare myself to his career in any way. I didnât even put myself and him being an idol as two comparable things. Back when we had first been put out there as a couple and I was forced to do interviews, a question that always repeated was âDo you think he loves you or being an idol more?â It was quite a strange one, but sadly a fan favorite. My response was always basically the same.
Iâd always give some big speech. âI donât even put myself and Bangtan in the same tier system. His personal life and Bangtan are two separate things going on. Obviously, theyâre both important to him or we wouldnât be here today, but in now way am I comparable to BTS. His love for both things that shouldnât even be spoken about together in my opinion. I should have no effect on his career.â Obviously there were variations of it, but the gist was always the same.
âHey, put on some good music or something. Fuck this radio shit. Perk up, Yoongs.â I blindly extended a hand to find his face and pinched at his cheeks. When I felt his face relax, I pulled away from him.
âStop pinching me, grandma.â he teased as he paired his phone to the bluetooth and flicked through songs on his playlist. âIâm gonna get wrinkles or something from it then weâll be fucked.â
âYouâre calling me grandma? Youâre the walking embodiment of an 85 year old.â I retaliated. âIf you get wrinkles, your fans will think theyâre cute. You probably already have some from worrying so much.â
âYouâd be the first one to know with the amount you stare at my face.â he put on some classic Eminem. The songs Iâd be able to yell the lyrics to with him.
âDude, youâre cute as hell. I donât know what you expect.â I smirked and could feel a bit of blush coloring my cheeks. I donât know how but my own boyfriend somehow made me embarrassed of complimenting him. Half the world did it, why couldnât I? Oh yeah, my weird pride thing.
âYouâre so adorable.â He reached out and booped my nose? Heâd never really done that, but I kind of liked it.
We were in South Carolina now. We were going to stop in North Carolina, but I decided to keep going because I wanted to feel more proud of myself for driving further. So, we were a little bit over the border now. Just south of the border, actually. A few minutes ago we were arguing about whether to stay in a motel or hotel. Iâd said we could just stay in some cheap place and Yoongi was refusing.
He said that he worked hard enough to sleep in a bed that wasnât stuffed with newspaper every night and I responded that he was already spending so much money on this vacation. Then on top of the argument of where we were gonna stay was the money one that always came up. His ability to buy a pair of sunglasses that cost 400 dollars compared to my frugal ass that thought 30 was too much. Our ideals were super different and there was basic proof as to why and we knew this would always be something weâd fight about. We simply couldnât see eye to eye on this one.
Eventually I gave in. He went on this whole rant on how he wanted everything to be perfect for me and instead of taking a plane heâd opted to drive down to make me happy since driving clears my head. Since Iâd been a ball of stress and tears lately. I couldnât fight with him when he got to that point and heâd taken us to the closest Marriott on his gps. Â He didnât know too many âniceâ hotels in America and that was his go to at all times for no good reason.
As soon as the car was parked, I was ready to just fall asleep in my seat with my seatbelt still on. Yoongi undid the seatbelt and leaned over me to open my door. He sent me inside with his wallet as he lazily opened the trunk and our suitcases to pack clothes into. I knew itâd take him a minute so in order to try to stay awake, I power walked inside the gorgeous hotel.
The man at the front desk was half asleep and just kind of sitting there with his head on the desk. As I got closer to the counter he perked up and was on his feet in mere seconds. âHello there!â his voice was chirpy as if I hadnât just caught him slacking. âDo you have a reservation?â He kind of seemed bitchey and bored at the same time. Like he was mad someone actually walked in during his shift and was ready to give me a basement to sleep in.
âNo, Iâm sorry, I donât. Do you have any availability?â I walked up to the counter and leaned against it to support my tired body. The doors that I had just walked through opened again to reveal my lovely thin mint dragged a bag he probably threw clothes for both of us inside of. Â
The man at the counterâs facial expression changed when he saw my boyfriend and the only thought in my head was how the fuck did everyone know who this guy was? Well, BTS was gaining popularity and they deserved it. A few months ago we were able to basically go to anywhere and be fine with the noticing thing. Now here we were at 3 in one whole day in 3 different states.
âOf course! I knew I knew your face, youâre Y/N Y/L/N of that band and thatâs your boyfriend, Min Yoongi! What a delight in our Mariott!â I gave a fake little smile. âOnly for one night?â Nod. âAlright, you two are set up in room 31 C!â
âLet me pay.â My voice came out demanding and this man flung his head in circles to decline my offer. âPlease.â He made the same motion again as he handed me the key cards. âI donât want to get you in trouble-â
âOh dear, my fatherâs the manager. I wouldnât do this for just anyone! Talent deserves a bit of somethinâ from us common folk! Have a great night you two!â When he finished speaking, he sprinted off to the back room and through a shadow on the wall I could faintly see him dancing around.
âWipe that sour puss off of your face, darling.â Yoongiâs voice was as tired as I felt as he still tried to be a gentleman.
âOh, I hate this. Why canât you just wear a facemask all the time?â My face probably looked mushy with dark circles underneath my eyes in the current moment.
âThen how would you get your fix of all this?â he waved his hands around his face and subsequently dropped our bag. I bent over to grab it and almost stopped halfway to take a rest.
âMy feet hurt, Yoongs. Carry me.â I was whining at this point.
He squinted his eyes towards me as the elevator got to the lobby and we both creeped inside. The room we were in was the second to top floor and I could only imagine the beautiful view. Of course, I was proven right once we were inside. The countryside was barely lit, but only with the stars in the sky. You didnât get much of this in overpopulated New York, so a site like this was rare and extremely special.
âYou glad you let us stay here now?â Yoongi joked as he changed into a silk set of pajamas to sleep in. I simply shrugged and nodded before going into the bag to find whatever he brought me. I was praying it wasnât a matching set of pajamas and thankfully heâd brought my sweatpants and a shirt of his that was big on me. I knew once we were in Disney heâd make me match with him. He was all about that corny stuff sometimes, surprisingly. He went all out on that type of stuff.
I quickly changed and lazily went into the bathroom to brush my teeth to catch him walking out. He stopped for a moment to kiss my cheek and his minty stench flew through my nose and it was strong enough to wake me up. But my tiredness overpowered it as a I rushed through my night time ritual to join him in the bed.
I almost forgot about the 9 am alarm I had set until I was rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I wanted to sleep in a bit, but Yoongi insisted on waking up at this time to make sure he got the free breakfast they served here. I banged on his chest a few times until he moved. Instead of waking up, today he pulled me into him during his half awake half asleep time.
âHey!â I yelled as he stuffed my head into his armpit. I really hope he was just doing this in his sleep on instinct. âLet go of me and get up! I wanna get going and you want food!â My booming voice caused his eyes to flutter open and meet mine from half underneath his arm.
âAh, shit.â he moved his body to let me free and sat up once I was off of him. âSorry about that. Good morning.â he shyly smiled and placed a kiss onto my temple. I rolled my eyes but made sure to smile afterwards as I went about getting ready as fast as I could. He did his own separate routine while somehow ran alongside mine and I couldnât help except to kind of view it was cute.
As soon as he was dressed and ready to go, he was out the door to go get the food he was dying for. I grabbed the bag and my own bag then headed out. Only after I triple checked the room though. We may have not had a lot of stuff, but I just had to make sure. Weâd had multiple occasions of having to turn around for a sock or a phone wire or something in the past, but I wanted to get going this time.
I found him downstairs devouring a waffle as his single plate was stacked on. I know heâd complain about it later when he went over his calories for the day at some point, but heâd get over it. I grabbed a few things and sat across from him. Yoongi was so lost in his plate he didnât acknowledge me for a good minute and a half. âSo do you want me to drive the rest of the way?â
I stopped mid bite and looked over to him like I was on The Office. âYou?â
âYeah, I have my license in Korea.â
âI know, you drive when weâre there and I drive here. Thatâs what weâve come to terms with.â
He scratched at the back of his hat and pushed his plate towards me to tell me he was done. Just like a child. âI kinda feel bad and itâs only like 7 hours-â
âYou donât have a universal license, Yoongs. You have one there not here. I do appreciate it though.â
âYou just look so tired.â His response was so immediate as soon as I finished speaking. He had this shy smile on his way as he cracked his knuckles. Him moticing the small things about me like the bags under my eyes or the way I slurred my words a bit when I got under 6 hours of sleep always made my stomach do flips and my heart flutter a bit. It was kind of lame, but I loved that stuff. âIâll buy you coffee-â
âAhh, you used the right word.â I leaned across the table and playfully punched his arm before grabbing both of our plates. He simply smiled an all knowing smile as I walked away from him to dispose of our plates. Heâd been stuck on saying Americano whenever he was here and it always got him a bunch of weird looks while he searched his internal dictionary for the right word.
Yoongi grabbed the bag and tugged his hat down a bit before extending his hand for me to take. I did a little jog over so he wouldnât be waiting for a while and he swung our arms as we walked. That could only mean I was in for a good car ride if he was in a good mood so early in the morning. âI looked it up and weâre about 7 hours away. You excited, baby?â he asked pulling away from me to get into the passenger's seat. I nodded at him once we were both inside and laughed.
I started my car and then we were on the last stretch of the drive in an instant. Iâd let Yoongi completely dj this time, but I was ready to kill him when he started playing my own bands music. I didnât almost crash the car but he was afraid I was going to when I leaned across the seats to hit him until he turned it off. He was hysterical at my reaction and I couldnât help but to feel even more embarrassed.
The drive flew because I basically refused to stop unless it was for gas. Yoongi had called out such weird stuff and attractions off of the highway and I said no to every single one of them. I knew he was fucking around about most of them but when I told him we couldn't stop to take a picture with a giant hand sculpture, he was extremely upset by it.
As soon as we got into Orlando, he rolled the windows down and the heat almost made me choke. âPlease god no.â I groaned as he continued to open up the sunroof as well. I turned the a.c up to the highest volume as he blasted the music. Heâd decided to play some old Eminem so I would actually be able to scream out all the words with him. I didnât really want to draw too much attention to the car, but he was fully decked out in a mask and a hat while I sadly had nothing to kind of hide myself with. Not even makeup.
âAnd then turn right here.â he was directing me around. Yoongi had turned off the gps volume ages ago due to her voice âannoying himâ. So now we were here.
I spotted a sign in the distance and read it out loud. âPolynesian Village Resort⌠Are we staying here.â
âYeah, I figured youâd like it the best out of all of them.â Yoongi reached out and rubbed the top of my arm and I just knew he had his cute shy smile on.
It was almost like a gated community as we pulled up to someone to let us in. Yoongi did all the talking and I was so seamlessly impressed by his way with people that I probably looked like an idiot right now. We pulled up to the hotel and another man came up to us to park the car. As soon as we had all of the luggage out, my car was gone and I felt a sad loss about it.
I was in awe and I wasnât even inside yet. Above us there was a monorail and as much as I wanted to remove the smile on my face, I was happy I was there. The entrance  was surrounded by palm trees, tiki statues, and little waterfalls. I could already feel the picture ideas storming through my brain for later on when we were dressed. The second we stepped through the sliding doors a young woman greeted us and placed lays onto us. âAre you having flashbacks?â I joked, nudging at Yoongi.
I could see a shiver run through his spine as he thought back to Bon Voyage 2 when they went to Hawaii. He had an absolutely amazing vacation, but his tan line for a good while was so fucked up due to him wearing long sleeves the entire time.
The lobby was beautifully decorated and the chandeliers (I think they were called that? Maybe.) hung different colored lights that werenât as basic as most places. The entire place had such a nice feel to it that I knew Yoongi put every thought into making this vacation amazing for me. Out of all the hotels, he knew Iâd enjoy this one the best simply from the vibe it gave off. âOh, I canât wait to get dressed and look nice so we can take pictures even just here.â I whispered to Yoongi, barely able to speak through my smile.
âYou always look nice.â there was a slight pout in his face for a moment until it turned back into his cocky smile for me having such a good time. âYouâre literally wearing sweatpants and a messy bun and Iâd fuck you.â
âWell,â I was blushing a bit as my voice got even quieter, âI hope you would.â As we stood in line to check in I leaned up to place a small kiss on the corner of his mouth as I knew he wasnât one for too much pda in unfamiliar places. He smile perked up even more and I knew he was happy. Which made me even happier. Wow, was I lame.
   Yoongi groaned for a moment and then dug around in his pockets only to pull out two wristbands. One was grey and the other was pink, I guessed the latter was for me. I was only proven right as he let go of the handle of the suitcase to put mine onto my wrist and then held his out for me to put onto his.
I found myself keeping my head down as Yoongi checked us in and activated our wristbands. For some reason I found myself being a bit embarrassed of how excited I was. Iâd only been to Disney when I was young and didnât remember a thing about it. Iâd been wanting to go back for years, but I never found the money or the time for it and Yoongi knew that.
Once everything was taken care of I snatched my luggage from Yoongi and stuck out my tongue. Yeah, I knew he wanted to make this âperfectâ, but I could easily carry my own things around. I kept my head down to try to save myself looks Iâd get from full grown adults about freaking out. I knew it was annoying him as well, but weâd have all the time in the week for me to freak out and hopefully itâd be when I wasnât a smelly bum who just drove for a day.
We walked past the gated pool and to the dock to go to the Bungalow suite heâd gotten. Min Yoongi really went all fucking out. As soon as we reached the docks, he begged me to close my eyes. Which I did and was basically shaking in fear as he guided me across the dock very slowly.
âReady?â I heard him open the door for me and he slowly moved me to the doorway. Alright, open.â
My eyes were greeted with a hallway with a beautiful view of the water all the way down it. I completely forgot about my suitcase at the front as my feet took me all the way to the end to marvel at the view. There was a little plunge pool on the deck and wow, was it nice. After a moment I turned back around to look around the inside. We had a little living room area and a kitchen that knowing us, we wouldnât make too much use of.
âYoongi?â I called out as I walked back to the entrance. He poked his head out of a door to my right and I guessed it was the bedroom. He was sitting on the bed, taking a moment to just simple breathe. I almost completely attacked him as I jumped onto him and placed small kisses around his face. His arms found their way around me and his deep breathes had a little jolt in them. âThank you, Yoongi.â
His lips found their way to mine and he was gentle. He couldnât control his smiling in the moments and broke the kiss because of it. âSeeing you happy is all the thank you that I need, vomit girl.â
I sighed and rolled my eyes, pushing my hands to the bed on the side of him to push myself off. âHere I was.â I started my lament as I stood up again, âReady to fuck you right here for all of this, right? But there you go calling me vomit girl and ruining whatever sexual motive I had.â
He simply laughed and stood up, putting his arms around me as he stood behind me yet again. âYeah, sorry about that.â he placed a small kiss on my neck and then brought his head to the top of mine. âGo shower, then get dressed. Thereâs a nice dinner here tonight, itâs casual, okay? Iâm gonna shower after you, so donât take forever.â
I walked to the bathroom that was inside of the room and before going in I turned back to him, âAre you gonna wear a Hawaiian shirt?â I could barely contain my laughter as he made a sour face. âWell?â
âWeâre both fully aware I couldnât do that to myself.â
I was alone when I got out of the shower and I was simply confused on where Yoongi could have gone. My voice echoed through the Bungalow and I sighed after I yelled three times without a response. I threw off my towel and scoured around for some clothes, trying to remember what Iâd seen in pictures from the dinner weâd be attending later on. It was casual and I still wanted to make sure I looked good.
For some reason the bit of anxiety about being photographed ran through my head. If that happened, itâd be over. We wouldnât be able to enjoy this vacation the way we wanted and it would just suck.
I pulled out a pair of black jeans and a nice pink tank top with lace on it for a little bit of extraness. I realized I was nowhere near it when Yoongi walked in the front door wearing exactly what Iâd asked him to. He was in blue jeans and a red hawaiian shirt with blue flowers and pineapples on it. I held myself from laughing because if I did, I was completely aware he would change on the instant.
I sitting on the ground trying to find shoes in my suitcase and he kicked at me while I looked for sandals within it. When I didnât pack for myself it sent me into a frenzy trying to figure out what he could have possibly packed for me. I found a pair and Yoongi extended a hand that was decorated with a nice watch to help me up. His other hand had string bracelets on it and he wore this nice beaded necklace and my heart couldnât help but to flutter.
I lifted myself up and put my arms around his neck before kissing his jaw line. âDo we have to go?â he whispered, lips looking for mine. I smiled at him and nodded before he groaned. âYouâre so beautiful.â
I pulled my head back a bit to make eye contact and laughed. âI havenât even finished getting ready.â I brought my hand to his face and rubbed his smooth skin with my thumb. He smiled before moving it with his own. There was a moment where I just watched his eyes scan over my entire being before he slowly leaned in to kiss me.
It was slow and I intended to keep it that way. From the way his hands began to roam up and down my body, I could tell he wanted to keep going and forget about the night. It was typical Yoongi to spend all of this money on a nice experience and lay inside the hotel the entire time. I knew Iâd make it up to him later, but for right now I had to stop this.
I pulled back, catching my breath and Yoongi immediately leaned into the continue before I backed away. âAfter dinner, Min Yoongi. Weâre going to enjoy this dinner and then whatever else.â
He groaned and sat onto the bed, putting his head into his hands. âWhy are you doing this to me?â he whined and I just laughed. I left him to complain to himself to go finish getting ready.
As I put on my makeup, I could basically feel his eyes hot on me. Yoongiâs pained gaze watched me as I got ready and he didnât even have to say how he felt. I could just see him sprawled out on the bed, wishing he didnât take me to some place with any kind of activity so we could just lay inside all day. Either way, I wouldâve been okay, but I was glad he did this. Everything that was set up within my future would probably cause me to have some sort or meltdown or crash.
The pressure of everything seemingly was building up, but lucky I had Min Yoongi to hold my hand and complain with me the entire way.
Authorâs Note: Sorry this took so long to anyone reading! My personal life is totally stressful right now so Iâve had minimal writing time, but here it is! Hope you enjoyed and Iâd totally love some feedback! Thank you!
