#sugaangst

An unfilled space; a gap.

Min Yoongi x reader

Genre/Tropes : established relationship, miscommunication, angst, yelling

Word count : ~2.2k

A/N : Hello sweet readers! Finally the third part!! Enjoy it please<3  Not much left before these two go heart to heart ^^ Are you excited to see how this plays out?

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Next morning Yoongi is once again met with a displeasing view. You silently rushing around the room collecting your clothes and toiletries. His breath quickens and he shoots up in bed clutching the comforter as if he has woken from a nightmare.

His eyes move around following your form and only as you turn to leave you notice him. His eyebrows furrowed a sleepy and confused expression on his face. You take it as a hint to leave the room and quickly scramble out without a word.

Yoongi holds his breath the moment your eyes meet. He couldn’t read the expression adorning your face and it scared him. He once again ran hands down his face taking in a deep breath. His heart still hammering inside. Yoongi was even more scared now then he was yesterday evening. The later realization coming back to hold him by the neck. When a thought shoots in his head. He still needs to apologize to you.

He quickly throws on sweats and moves out of the room. He can hear the shower running in the guest room and stays behind the door, scared to invade your personal space now and tick you off.

On the other side of the door you were getting dressed with those same thoughts. Scared to tick Yoongi off you try to make yourself scarce as fast as possible. The stare you’ve been met with this morning almost put you in cardiac arrest as you heart stopped.

You exit the shower and start pulling on your work clothes. Suddenly a knock on the door stops your heart once again. “Y/N?” A small voice catches your attention.

You haven’t heard your name leave his lips for so long. You stop for a moment frozen in space but quickly recover as your phone lights up with notifications. You need to hurry or you’ll be late for the new presentation.

Yoongi can hear you shuffling inside the room. Excitement fills his insides when he hears your footsteps coming closer to the door. He braces himself to face you, hug you, kiss you and fall to his knees before you to apologize. The door opens and Yoongi barely catches sight of you before you scurry down the stairs. A thought enters Yoongi’s head. You’re running away from him…

He comes after you hot on your trail. When he stands on the bottom of the staircase he can’t do anything but observe you putting on your shoes and taking you bag in your hands. That’s when it clicks for him. You’re leaving. 

He nears you in three big strides and catches your arm before you can disappear out the door. “We need to talk” he says assertively. You only look at him with big eyes and stutter out a “I’m late for work” before removing yourself from his grasp.

Yoongi stands there frozen in place. Everything seems to drop into place for him now. The detachment in your eyes, the space between you two now miles. This relationship is hanging by a thread...

You were full of adrenaline as you reached work, not only from running but from the weird morning encounter with Yoongi. You quickly pushed Yoongi out of your mind and walked through the office door. After setting your bag on your chair you grabbed your computer and set off to the meeting room.

After three hours you finally slumped down in your chair a smile adorning your face. A tear of happiness escaped your eye and you wiped it laughing. You got it. You got your position.

You could not contain yourself as you started typing out a message to Yoongi. Your finger stopped right above the send button. The whole world stilled as you deleted the message not wanting to annoy your lover any further. The thought once again made you sad… he didn’t feel like a lover any more…

“Congrats Y/N you were amazing!” Your colleague Hyun clapped you on the back. You turned to him “Oh!” You were startled but recovered “thank you, thank you” you smiled once again. “Great even amazing job on the presentation. Finally, you put that Lee in her place. Please fire her I’m getting tired of listening to her..” he rolled his eyes jokingly and lounged on your desk beside you.

Hyun kept up small talk asking you about the document, your days and finally reaching a topic of a new café down town with famous Japanese buns that you’ve been craving to try.

“That place is bomb! I was there a few times while in Japan they have the most delicious buns I have ever tried” Hyun almost melted on your desk holding his tummy “It’s all I want in life” he closed his eyes theatrically. You laugh boomed through the office at his actions and you held yourself back after receiving some judging glances. “I’m convinced alright stop making a scene someone might kill us” you giggled.

Hyun got serious, straightened up and looked into your eyes “Come with me”. Your giggle stopped in your throat “W-what?” “Come with me to the opening. We can go on Saturday it’s our free day thanks to you” he smiled. “C’mon Y/N we do need to celebrate you somehow” his eyes were full of affection.

Your head was spinning. Hyun has been your good friend for a couple of years in the company. But that’s it, there was never anything more than that. You had never taken your friendship out of the confines of this office and now you were feeling like maybe you wanted it. It was nice having him here at this moment, having someone congratulate you, take interest in you day and laugh together.

You gulped as Hyun got up from your desk a hand on your shoulder “I’ll get back to you” he smiled and walked away. Your eyes followed him and your heart lit up with a possibility of a new friendship.

While you were congratulating with Hyun, Yoongi was having a fight on his own.

Repairing his music was going as NOT smooth as possible. Despite the fact that he had no music, he also had producer Cho on his ass. Cho has not left him alone for the whole day.

Yoongi could deal with Cho being in the studio but he could no longer deal with his shouting and constant nagging, tough Yoongi could not say a thing back.

Apart from Cho, you were also on his mind. The morning encounter, the evening fight all of it pressing him from within. Yoongi wanted to cry. He wanted to cry his whole body out and curl up in your loving arms so you could nurse him to health again. He wanted everything to be alright. But most of all he wanted YOU. He wanted YOU to be alright. The thought made Yoongi tear up and drop his head into his hands for the hundredth time that day.

“Hyung it’s time for practice” Jungkooks voice filled the studio and immediately irritated Yoongi. He let out a groan “yeh I know.” Jungkook slipped into the room leaving the door ajar and and looked around awkwardly “Hyung are you alright?” He laid a comforting hand on Yoongi’s shoulder and Yoongi shot up out of the chair making Jungkook jump back and land awkwardly on the carpet before the couch. “DOES IT LOOK LIKE IM ALRIGHT?! IF YOU DON’T ALREADY SEE NO NOTHING IS ALRIGHT YOU- YOU-UH?!” Yoongi towered over the younger male body shaking with anger. It didn’t take long before all of the members filtered through the door to see what was happening. Namjoon and Jin quickly evaluated the situation and jumped in front of Yoongi making him sit at his chair while Taehyung and Jimin helped a tearful Jungkook up. “What the hell is going on here?! Jungkook are you okey?”the leader tried to bring peace back.

Yoongi glanced around the room eyes meeting Jungkooks. Eyes filled with tears looking up at him, a sight so sad it reminded him of a worse one... 

Yoongi was taken over by his emotions once more, he could feel something brewing inside him and he had no idea how he was going to deal with it without you. “Yoongi? Tell us what’s wrong? You’ve been distant for a long time now? Is it Y/N??” Jin’s voice uttering your name was like the final straw in Yoongi’s emotions and he let it all flow.

With his tears flowing down his cheeks all the hardships flowed out too. All six members sitting around now listening to their brother cry out his concerns about his relationship and work. 

“And I’m so sorry Jungkook that you happened to probe me at the worst moment. I didn’t mean to dump all of this on you…” Now Yoongi felt embarrassed not only about this Jungkook situation but also about opening to his members up about his emotions and struggles with your relationship.

“Hyung it sounds like the two of you just …grew apart…” Said Hobi and Yoongi’s head shot up to his brother eyes full of fear. “No no no not that way, maybe not grew apart but simply spent too little time together and have simply misunderstood one another’s feelings now. And to be honest time has not been kind to the two of you” Jimin tried to help his friend who looked like he was having a heart attack. 

“Jiminie is right, when was the last time you talked with Y/N?” Yoongi fell into deep thought and the members looked at him hoping for an answer. The longer they waited the more scared for their friend they got. Yoongis face went from thinking to breaking in a few seconds and tears once again flowed.

A soft chorus of “Hyung” and “Yoongi” was let out by the boys as they stood from the couch and gathered around Yoongi to hug him and wipe his tears. “Yoongi look at me. Stop crying and go. Find some flowers a nice drink and something delicious then go get your woman and tell her that you love her.” Jin looked sternly into the younger man’s eyes. 

Yoongi blinked a few times and nodded his head but then a revelation from yesterday popped back into his mind and he lowered his eyes to the floor again. “What if she doesn’t want me anymore...” he whispered the paralyzing words for the first time and it hit him more than he thought it would. The air got knocked out of Yoongi and the others noticed. “Yah! Stop it hyung!” “Yah go get Y/N! You know she loves you just don’t give up”

It felt like a breath of new air being supported by his brothers and it gave him new bravery to text you.

Yoongi: Hey...

Yoongi: When do you finish work?

Your eyes shot away from the computer and back at your phone when you read the senders name. You gulped and could feel cold sweat coating your body. The text was exactly what you had been expecting for a while. This is it. “Maybe it’s something else, c’mon respond” you thought trying to stop yourself from going into shock.

Y/N: Hi

Y/N: I finish work at 9

Y/N: Why?

Your heart beat fast and out of rhythm as you waited for a response praying for a better one than you have imagined.

Yoongi: I’ll pick you up.

You sat now thoroughly confused by the message. Why would he want to pick you up? Was he at home now? He wouldn’t just break up with you now would he?

If this situation had occurred weeks ago you would have jumped up and down at the thought of your boyfriend being spontaneous, however now it only served to make you nervous. You couldn’t imagine being at such a close proximity with him.

“Y/N did you get my message?” Junhi stood at your door and you awoke from the nightmare that was going on inside your head thanks to your boyfriend. “Ah message? Oh yes yes I got it sorry” you buffered looking at your computer screen trying to find a message. 

“Interesting” Junhi chuckles. “Huh..?” You turn to him dishevelled. “I didn’t send you any messages. Are your messages haunted sweets?” Junhi came inside your cubicle and sat on your desk. “Don’t call me that it sounds like we’re dating or something..” you lowered your gaze in disgust. 

“That doesn’t sound that bad huh? I could be your work boyfriend? We’d make an office power couple. At least you’d have someone to attend the party with on Friday” he flashed a smile searching your eyes for contact. He locked his eyes on yours finally and you let out a weak chuckle ‘this idiot again…’ . “Is there anything you need help with Junhi?” you asked looking through your documents, only one man on your mind, heartbeat elevated.

Please don’t let this be our end…

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You hadn’t seen Yoongi in over a week and you were beginning to worry. He didn’t want you, he made that very clear, but he should’ve been back by now to at least get his things. You even half expected him to come back and yell at you some more. But you didn’t expect an apology, you knew better.

You let yourself into your apartment, setting the groceries you picked up while you were out on the counter. Your phone alerts you of a message and you dig through one of the bags to find it. The message was from Namjoon.

Joon: “Y/N, sorry to bother you but Yoongi hasn’t left his studio for days. I can’t even get him to answer me through the door. We have a lot of work to finish before we leave next week and I really need him. Can you come to the dorms and figure out what’s going on?”

You were sure you’re the last person Yoongi wants to see right now and Yoongi locks himself in his studio often. You didn’t see the point in going to the dorms to start an argument in front of his members, but you decided to humor Namjoon. Little did you know that fifteen minutes later you would be witnessing the man you love fall apart completely.

You had arrived at the dorm to find six worried boys looking to you for answers. You quickly made the boys aware of your break up, but they continued to push you towards the door anyways. When you finally agreed, they each left to give you some privacy. You knocked softly on Yoongi’s studio door, unable to utter a single word. After waiting for several minutes, you try the door and are surprised to find that it’s unlocked. Idiots. You cautiously walk through the second door and into the studio and your heart shatters as you see the mess. His computers are smashed, his keyboard and couch overturned. Your eyes scan the room and land on the man sobbing in the corner. The soundproof walls of the studio seemed to block out his wailing, but now you heart wrenches in your chest as his cries reach your ears.

His eyes meet yours as he lets out a groan. He shakily stands and turns towards you, unable to read the expression on your face. 

“What are you doing here?” He asks, his voice quivering. 

“I…Namjoon called. Yoongs?...” You whispered the last part.

“Oh God, don’t do that to me” his voice begins to raise. “Don’t fucking call me that. You can’t do that..”

“Okay” your voice cracks. You heart breaks more as he kicks the couch already turned on its side. He screams, covering his hands in his face. You stand frozen as you witness him losing his sanity.

He clings to his only grasp of reality, “We’re done. Is that what you wanted to hear? We’re fucking done. Why’d you come back?”

You lie, “Because the boys called. They wanted to see if you were alright. I was just trying to help them out.” You didn’t dare tell him that you wanted to see him. 

“Well as you can see I’m not alright. Shit, I can’t remember the last time I was. Just get out, yea?” He then slides to the floor, his back pressed against the wall and his hands covering his face. His long thin fingers begin to massage his temples, the movement bringing back memories of the same fingers shifting along the keys on the piano and trailing along your jaw.

You close your eyes and take a deep breathe to draw you from your thoughts. You then begin to pick up the papers and various items that scatter the floor of the studio, stacking them on the desk as you go. When you look up, you are met with his curious stare as he remains sitting across the room.

“Why?” He asks. You don’t answer at first and he asks again. “Why Y/N? 

“I don’t know, Yoongi.” You reply tiredly. You honestly didn’t know why you were still there, cleaning his mess.

“You’re too good. That’s fucking why.” He mutters. You aren’t sure that you heard him correctly.

“What?” You ask.

“You fucking heard me. You’re too good. You’re too good for me. I’ve spent the last week trying to figure out why you were with me. Is it for the money? No, you have enough of that on your own. It’s not for attention, you never seek attention. So what? Why would someone like you be with someone like me? What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you pity me? No, that’s not it.”

You’re speechless as Yoongi continues his monologue.

“I’ve been looking for reasons to hate you and I can’t find any. You’re too damn good for me. I hate myself for letting you go and hurting you but I had to do it. I had to hurt you before you had the chance to hurt me. You’re so fucking good. You’d be okay without me, but baby I’m falling apart without you and I just can’t get it out of my head that you deserve better. I thought I could push you away and you’d realize that on your own. Baby, you’ve got to realize that I’m no good for you. You’ve got to learn the lesson and move on.”

“No.” You state, surprising even yourself. Yoongi pushed you away out of fear and self-consciousness. He thought he was doing you a favor by tearing himself apart, but he was the only thing keeping you grounded. He was the one who brought out the good in you. He thought that by fucking himself over he was doing you a favor but seeing him like that only made you fall apart. You walk to where he is and sit down next to him, your head leaning on his shoulder. 

“Baby, get out of here. You can go and-“

“No.” You say again. “I’m not going anywhere. There is nothing you can do to get rid of me. We’re in this together. You’re the only reason I have to be a good person. Hurting you would be hurting myself. I could never hurt you, Yoongs.”

“Really?” He asks as the storm of his breakdown begins to pass.

“Really. So don’t ever pull this shit again.” You say kissing his cheek.

You glance at your watch as the restaurant around you slowly empties. The time reads 10:13. He was supposed to be here three hours ago. He texted you saying he would be a few minutes late, not three hours.

“Miss, I’m sorry to rush you, but we’re past closing time and the staff members need to clean so they can leave. Would you like me to call you a cab?”

You finish off the wine in your glass and stand up, placing a tip in the waitress’ hand. “Thank you, but I’m going to walk. The food was delicious.”

The crisp night air greets you as you exit, heading down the well-lit street of the city. Where was he? Did something serious happen?

 You try texting him again. I’m heading home. Call me soon, love. Like the previous messages, it doesn’t deliver. You lock your screen and put your phone in your pocket, but not before making sure the volume is at its highest setting. The clouds roll in and thunder begins to rumble in the distance. Within minutes, freezing rain pours from the sky, drenching you and forcing you to run to the shelter of a bar nearby. Seeing that the rain isn’t going to stop its meticulous downpour anytime soon, you make your way to the bar for a drink. As you order, you hear an all too familiar laugh to your right. You glance and see him sitting there, surrounded by a small group of people who are also laughing as they listen to him ramble. By the time you push your way through to where he sits, he seems to be in an intriguing conversation with a very pretty girl.

“Yoongi?” you call, but he doesn’t seem to hear. “Min Yoogi!” you say a little louder when you reach him. Rather than turning your way, he holds a single finger up signaling you to wait. You quickly grab the arm of the chair he occupies, turning him to face you and severing his conversation with the girl. “What the hell, Yoongi?”

He looks at you with an unamused expression. “I was having a conversation with this nice girl and you interrupted. May I help you, since you seem to lack all forms of patience?”

Has he lost his mind? You sat and waited for him for three hours on your anniversary of two years only to find him in a bar talking with some other girl. “Did you forget we were celebrating our anniversary over dinner tonight? You said you were going to be a few minutes late, but you didn’t show.”

“No.” He simply states. No? He didn’t forget? He left you sitting there alone like an idiot on purpose? He turns back to the girl to undoubtedly finish his conversation, but you turn him back.

“What now?” He asks, irritation lacing his voice.

“Where’s your phone? I tried texting you. I was worried.” You confess.

“About that…” He gestures to a glass of beer on the counter in front of him that holds his black iphone.

“I’m going home.” you tell him, your voice quiet and controlled.

You toss and turn throughout the night, eyes tired from crying but not able to find sleep. Reaching for your phone, the bright light of your lock screen reflects off the inky walls of your shared bedroom. You and Yoongi had moved in together months ago but without him here, your apartment felt empty. A sudden crash wipes all thoughts of sleep from your mind as you trudge down the hall to investigate the source of the noise.

 “Yoongi?” you call as you reach the dimly lit kitchen. You are greeted with the uncanny sight of broken dishes scattered across the floor, a single figure standing amidst the chaos. The look in your lover’s eyes is wild, and you become unnerved as his ebony eyes land on you.

 “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asks, catching you by surprise. You stand petrified unable to answer as you quickly look away, unsure of what to do.

 “I asked you a fucking question, Y/N.” he hissed. “And how about look at me when I’m talking to you.”

 “Mianh-“

 “I don’t want a fucking apology. Thanks to you, the hot-ass girl I was talking to left.”

 “So that’s my fault? Why were you talking to someone else anyways? I’m your girlfriend, Yoongi.”

 “Ha, yea. You remind me every fucking day that I belong to you. Have you ever considered that I don’t want you anymore? The thing is, I didn’t realize that until now. I blamed myself for my fucked-up brain but you’re the one I should be blaming. You walk around like you’re fucking perfect and you have your shit together, but it’s all a lie. You cling to me because you’re nothing without me. You’re so needy I can’t fucking take it anymore. Because of you, I don’t have a life outside of Bangtan. You take up all my time and every minute I spend with you, I feel worse about myself. I hated myself because I thought I wasn’t good enough for you, but now I only hate myself for putting up with your sorry ass for so fucking long.”

 “Yoongi, I haven’t seen you in weeks. I haven’t asked to see you because I knew you were busy with work but it was our anniversary for fuck’s sake. You planned it and then you decided to go drinking instead?”

 “Don’t do that. You can’t just turn everything back to me. You have to learn to take responsibility for your actions-“

 “Oh, like showing up for a date you planned?” At this point you both were screaming. You knew that he was drunk but you couldn’t help but get angry.

“Okay, Yoongi. Lesson learned. I won’t fucking show up anywhere with you ever again. Does that make you happy?”

YoongixReader (3rd person)

Genre: angst

Word Count: 400

Sometimes, when  she was going through a tough spot, she’d come in from work, sit on the bed in silence, and curl up in her favorite fuzzy blue blanket. She wouldn’t go kiss him hello or even call out to let him know she was home; just go straight to the room and sit there, wrapped up all alone.

This particular day was rainy. A peculiar on and off rainy with the occasional rainbow inbetween. Not a drizzle, but not a downpour. Just a few random drops here and there. Kind of like her attitude at the moment. She thought about all that as she drove home; before parking the car and slumping to their room.

Yoongi was in the living room, working on the order of tracks for his next album and playing some random sitcom in the background. It was a good half hour before he looked up from his computer and out the window to realize her car had pulled up. She was having another episode.

He slid his laptop to the side, closing the screen gently, and made his way to their bedroom.

And there she was. Wrapped like a baby in the blankets, staring blankly at the wall. She didn’t even acknowledge when he came in the door.

He grabbed a blanket from the closet for himself and sat on the bed behind her. He stretched his arms out and wrapped them around her, giving not only two layers of blankets, but also himself to protect her. Although protect was the wrong word. Whatever it was that had gotten to her today had already sunk its way under her skin. All he could do now was soothe her. Help her breathe normally. Keep her from shaking.

After a few minutes she reached for his forearm, pulling it up against the crook of her neck and resting on it, leaning back into him. He pressed a tender kiss into the soft skin between her ear and cheek, knowing better than to say anything, knowing best to just hold her.

She slowly lifted a shaking hand to his dark red hair, stroking the strands haphazardly and whispered, “I’m sorry,” as a single searing hot tear ran down her cheek.

paring: Yoongi x girl x Jungkook

warnings: curses, violence, sex

genre: (faze 1) mostly drama, smut occasionally, angst // (faze 2) survival, horror maybe?

           Sooo… I’ve decided to rewrite what I already got here and translate it to english. I’m fully aware that my english vocabulary is not as rich as my polish one, but I will try my best to provide the best quality of texts as possible. I hope you’ll enjoy reading this prologue.

The gif does not belong to me.

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She was staring into his cloudy eyes, trying to calm down all the thoughts running through her head. He clenched his palms into fists, causing the wounded knuckles to trickle even more. She wanted to press her lips to them, make them painless, but deep down she knew that she can’t protect him from the most painful wound. She knew that she couldn’t, that they couldn’t… It was too complicated and yet too simple.

She was hearing their friends screaming in the distance – in alcoholic exultation they were demanding another chance for a rematch in karaoke contest. She was hearing the drops – the remains of the rain that had poured few minutes ago; drops striking against the metal railing of the stairs. She was hearing her own throbbing heart. She was hearing his quicken breath. She wanted to feel his breath on her skin.

But she shouldn’t – they shouldn’t… She couldn’t... they couldn’t. She knew that he is tired of this – she was too. She knew that he was feeling like shit, ‘cause she was feeling like this as well. She closed her eyes, wanting to separate herself from the distracting view – his swollen, taut face. But beautiful to her. Since always.

The moment she heard he took a step forward, she got paralyzed. She held her breath, waiting for him to get closer; for his arms to wrap around her like ivy shoots – tightly, almost painfully. She waited for her face to get completely covered by the damp material of his sweatshirt, allowing her to drown in his scent, wrapping around her skin. She waited for her to be executed, condemned and cursed, because there would be no turning back.

She waited.