#yoongiangst

REQUESTED: #25 w/ yoongi - “why don’t you understand?”

it’s been sitting in the drafts for a while, but since school has started and work isn’t as hectic, i decided to post this before i forgot. i have one more request, it’s coming soon! send in more through my ask :)

WARNING: um idk i don’t think it’s that angsty but if you’re very emotional this can be kinda sad? yoongi!bf, heartbreak, mentions of cheating and sad stuff i guess 

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You stare at the message, wondering if there was something wrong. But you figured it was due to stress, so you ignored that feeling. Making Yoongi angry wasn’t something you planned to do.

You’d head to the restaurant and pick a few of his favourite things. Just to make sure he eats and sleep well at the studio. And then you’d head home. As much as yoongi hated being bothered, you knew you had to take care of his health. Sometimes, he doesn’t know his limits.

You spend time around the house watching television, checking social media and then taking a shower to get ready. you make sure to put a mask on your face before heading outside. No one would suspect you, everyone wore them in this cold weather.

But as you approach bighit’s company building, your cellphone seems to weigh heavy in your pocket. You push aside your thoughts, you were here to take care of your boyfriend and not annoy him.

You knock lightly on his studio door, the bag of food feeling heavy. You place your ear to the door, not hearing a thing. Maybe he’s sleeping? You think to yourself not before slowly opening the door.

hey! it’s my first time doing a one-shot so I hope this matches your expectation? I was supposed to do straight up fluff but I added angst? so um there’s that? anyways enjoy! don’t hesitate to send requests or ask me anything!

WARNING: Angst, fluff, yoongi x reader, stylistau!, boyfriendyoongi!

words: 1.6K+

Summary: You’re a stylist at bighit entertainment. You’re called on break to step in for another stylist. Bts are having a photoshoot and you find it hard to keep your feelings for yoongi at bay until you get caught. 

A/N: none of these gifs/pictures are mine, all credits go to their proper owners. please do not copy or repost without my permission. 

It wasn't easy being bighit's stylist, and it definitely was a challenge when you were dating min yoongi without anyone knowing. The job definitely had its perks, but there were times where professionalism was challenged.

"Y/N!" one of the assistants yelled out as you turned to see a girl stressed while carrying a tray of coffee in one hand, the clipboard and pen tucked under her arm. Her name tag read "Lee Jin Soo" with the bighit logo on the front.

"Yes?" you tell her as you secretly feel sympathy for the poor girl. There once was a time where you were in that position.

"The boys have to leave on stage in 45 minutes, but we are short of a stylist. The stylist was supposed to come, but she slept in and can't make it. Can you cover? I know you're on your lunch break…" she trails off wincing as if to brace herself for your anger.

"Sure, give me a few and we'll go together. What's the concept this time?"

"Boyfriend AU. So basically dress them casually but still handsome. These boys really want to kill ARMY's"

You bite your lip and nodded. ARMY's weren't the only ones being attacked, you were a first witness to this behaviour.

The ride in the elevator took forever, but soon enough you pushed the door open to see 7 boys in the room, all doing something different. Your eyes scan the room, focusing on a certain blonde haired boy dozing on the couch, hands folded on his lap. He looked comfortable and stress-free until you realized you were the unfortunate one to wake him up.

As you tentatively approached your sleeping boyfriend, everyone held their breaths. Everyone knew that whoever woke yoongi, would be in for a beating.

You carefully perched yourself at the end of the sofa, delicately reaching out to shake yoongi's shoulders lightly.

"Yoongi-ah, wake up, please. We have to style for your photo shoot."

Yoongi scrunches his face, head moving in the other direction, his body curled in the opposite direction.

You sighed to yourself, this was a regular thing for you both, especially on early mornings.

"min yoongi, wake up please!" you say a bit more firmly, as he grunts.

"who the hell is trying to wake me up? Let me sleep!" he whines as his eyes flutter open. Once he sees you, his eyes soften and the grimace disappears.

"Oh, um hello." he stutters as you quietly laugh. he tries to get off the couch, requiring your assistance.

"I guess I'm your stylist for the day, sleepy head. Come, sit."

You run your hands through his hair, and turning around to get the supplies ready. The close proximity between him and yourself was almost overbearing, but you managed. You couldn't help notice the gaze in his eyes, and you became more hyperaware of how many people were in the room.

Grabbing a hairdryer, and a brush you start to style his hair. You bit your lip in concentration, trying to style it to become cute and fluffy.

"Seulgi-ah," you call out to the stylist working on Jungkook. She turns to face you, as you notice rollers in Jungkook's hair.

"Cute and fluffy style… for boyfriend alternate universe right?"

She nods, holiding jungkook’s head up straight with one hand. "pink makeup as well, and dress them in white casual clothes."

You thank her as she scolds Jungkook for not keeping still. "yah! Jeon Jungkook, stop moving! Aish, "

"mianhae noona, I'm so tired," Jungkook mumbles, head falling back once in a while.

You laugh quietly at the scene and feel a hand grip your wrist. You look at yoongi who has his eyes into slits, and a small frown on his lips.

"what does it take for you to focus only on me, Y/N?" he says lowly in case the others might hear.

“jealous, are we?”

You murmur back, focusing on his bangs. His hand still grips your wrist, which makes it difficult to work but you also don’t want him to let go. Your cheeks are starting to flush pink, mostly due to embarrassment.

“I don’t get jealous on what is already mine, jagiya. You know that.”

“Yeah, I do, unfortunately. And it seems that only you can claim what’s yours, isn’t that right?”

You say turning around, biting your tongue. The atmosphere drops, and so does his grip on your wrist. You find yourself walking to the clothing rack, picking out an outfit.

But your heart constricts. How were you going to be able to do your job properly? The boys have a dating ban, but to make it worse, you work in the company. Surely, you would get fired. And you couldn’t do this for another 5 years, but you’re selfish.

You find some ripped jeans, tanned colour hoodie, and pair it with some shoes. Grabbing some makeup in the other hand, you spot yoongi playing on his phone. Silently you curse yourself for ruining the mood.

You quietly give him the clothes to put on, and you organize the makeup while waiting for him to change. You look at the mirror in front of you, sighing at your reflection. Insecurity never suited you well, but here you were. Feeling inferior.

From the peripheral of your eye, you see yoongi step out dressed in the outfit you prepared. He looks definitely boyfriend material, you think. He sits back on the chair, as you prepare the makeup. After a bit of foundation, cleaning up the eyebrows and fixing his lip colour, you start on the eye makeup. Dusty pink eyeshadow on his eyelids, and once you got closer to add some eyeliner to create a smoky effect, you feel his hands on your waist. You freeze, as he breathes in short paces, causing you to shiver.

“we need to talk after this. Alone without an audience.”

Those words should scare you, but they don’t. You quickly finish up, fixing his hair with hairspray and taking a full body scan of how it looks. Your thumb lingers around his lip area, cleaning up the reddish tint outside the lines.

You clear your throat, and he stands up. The rest of the boys and stylists already left, for their individual photo shoot. No one was in the room but you two. Even the camera crew left.

“Y/N, remember that I love you, okay?” He tells you looking into your eyes which seem to be wandering. paranoid, some call it.

He plants a kiss on your lips, and you let your guard down. You fall into the kiss, aware of how his fingers are lodged into your hair. He murmurs sweet nothings against your lips, slowly moving to kiss behind your ear. You squeeze him tighter, pulling back after a few minutes.

“i love you too yoongi-ah.” You mumble as you guys hear the director call for yoongi. Slowly he gets out of the chair, leaving you behind in a puddle of emotions. You can’t stop the smile that’s crawling on your face.

As you begin to clean up your station, you hear someone speak.

“that was a sweet moment.”

You nearly jump, seeing seulgi and namjoon in the mirror. You bite your lip, and hesitantly turn around to meet their gaze.

“how long has this been going on?” Namjoon asks with arms crossed, and it’s a rare moment to see him this serious.

You open your mouth to answer but seulgi cuts you off.

“do you know what this means for your job? This affects us too, Y/N!”

Her loud voice creates attention, where all the boys and staff come piling in the room.

“what’s going on in here?” Bang PD voices out as everyone trickles in the room.

You shut your eyes and wince. You hated confrontation, and you never expected it to end like this.

“hyung-“ jungkook starts as you push your way past the crowd.

You ignore the calls of your name. You rip off your makeup apron, your badge and run down the emergency exit stairwell. You get into your car, revving the engine and pulling out of the parking lot. Driving far away from bight’s building and driving wherever your car can take you. Leaving yoongi’s call on read.

Yoongi stares at his phone as your voicemail echoes in the background. All he can hear is Bang. PD interrogating namjoon and seulgi. And his heart breaks because he knows you’re out there crying alone.

With a fit of rage, he picks up the megaphone the director uses to summon the boys and yells. Everyone stares at him blankly as he clenches his fists.

“how dare you do that to Y/N? Calling her when she’s on her break only to humiliate her. And if you want to know so bad, why don’t you approach me huh? Instead of cornering her like a lost little lamb!”

Namjoon opens his mouth but is silenced by seokjin’s glare.

“yeah, okay so Y/N and I kissed. Why? Because we’re dating each other. And I asked her to keep quiet so we wouldn’t risk our careers. I’m the one who initiated this relationship of sneaking around. Yet you slaughter her, and you yell at her when she’s been selfless this whole time. I’m aware of the dating ban, and I’m not going to cost her what she loves doing. So if you can’t get on board, have fun find your 7th member.”

With that, he drops the megaphone ignoring the calls and footsteps behind him. He gets into his car and drives out. He keeps calling your phone, hoping you would answer him and come back home.

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.