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ⅼ Summary: You have always dreamed of coming to Korea. Now you're here, and everything is going perfectly. You're studying Korean and making new friends, until you run into BTS' Yoongi in your professor's office and get pulled into something nothing could prepare you for.
ⅼ Themes: Implied age gap; Y/N is a female language student, Yoongi is an idol; romance; kidnapping (side char); mentions of the mafia in later chapters (this is not a mafia ff, it is a brief situation).
ⅼ Warnings: Later chapters will have smut; under 18 is not recommended, but I can't really stop you.
ⅼ A/N: I got this chapter up today because I got sick, yay. I'm enjoying putting this on here, and I hope you all are enjoying reading it. I know this is slow going as far as plot, but I want everyone to get to know Y/N before we introduce Yoongi and more side characters. Just be patient, you'll meet him soon (in the next chapter!!). Also, for any people who don't know Korean, I use the word "seonsaengnim" in this chapter, which is Korean for "teacher" + the honorific "nim." I hope this helps you understand.
As you make it back to your place, reality rushes in. You're going to a BTS concert. Tonight. And you have no idea what you're going to wear, or how you're going to do your makeup, or literally anything.
Calming yourself down, you focus on what you need to do now. It's past lunch, so you need to eat. You gather your things and head to the grocery store, needing some real food.
Once you've eaten lunch, you take a shower and purchase some resale tickets for the concert. Once you've sent Jung-Young her ticket, you pick out your clothes and do your hair and makeup. You throw on some jeans and a T-shirt, doing minimal makeup. You don't want to seem too much.
Glancing at the clock, you see it's about time to leave for the concert, so you head out and stop by an ATM to get cash for your lightstick.
When you arrive at the concert, you spot Jung-Young waiting for you. When she spots you, she starts waving two lightsticks in the air as you jog over to her.
"You did not," you blurt out.
"Oh, but I did," she grins.
"Here," you scramble to pull the cash you'd gotten out of your pocket. "I got this to buy my lightstick. Take it."
"No, no, it's okay. It's a gift," she insists. You sigh, but put the cash back in your pocket, following her into the stadium.
The concert ends up starting late, which isn't necessarily bad, but your stomach is full of butterflies by the time it actually starts. The members step out onto the stage, and you feel like you're in a dream. But then Yoongi steps out, and your heart skips a beat.
He's dressed in dark jeans, a white V-neck shirt, and a denim jacket. You stand there in awe as he surveys the crowd, your heart pounding. The stage lights make him look ethereal, and you let out a loud squeal.
The night passes by in a blur of screaming and jumping. It's over too fast, and your throat is protesting every note you've sung throughout the night. You have the absolute time of your life, and you take tons of pictures and videos.
When the concert ends, you do your best to hide your tears from Jung-Young, but your shaking shoulders give you away. "Are you seriously crying?" she teases.
You nod. "He's so handsome, I don't want this to end," you mumble shakily.
Jung-Young gives you an understanding smile, "I know...but we can go to their next event. I think it's in a few months." You want to object, tell her it's too long of a wait, but you just nod silently.
When you get home from the concert, you shove all your textbooks into your backpack and collapse into bed, falling asleep almost instantly.
When your alarm goes off the next morning, you realize your makeup and concert clothes are still on. You quickly put on fresh clothes and redo your makeup, before getting ready for class.
When you arrive, Jung-Young is waiting for you outside the classroom. "Do you want to sit together today?" she asks excitedly.
"Absolutely!" you exclaim.
The two of you head into class, picking your seats and discussing the material while waiting for the teacher to arrive.
When the teacher arrives, he introduces himself as Seonsaengnim Choi. He's a middle-aged man with a receding hairline and hair so obviously dyed black you want to laugh. When he begins speaking, his gestures are so animated it's almost comical.
You listen carefully throughout the class, taking extensive notes and trying to absorb as much information as possible. Once the class ends, you tell Jung-Young that you'll catch up with her, and go over to where Seonsaengnim Choi is gathering his teaching notes.
"Seonsaengnim Choi?" you speak up.
"Yes?" he looks up from his notes.
"Hi, I was wondering if you happened to have office hours where I can ask you some questions," you explain.
He smiles, "Of course. I have a slot available at 8:00 tomorrow morning. I can put you down if you'll tell me your name."
"My name is Y/N," you reply.
He nods, writing your name in his schedule. "Alright, Y/N. I'll see you tomorrow at eight."
"Thank you, Seonsaengnim," you say, bowing slightly before leaving the room.
When you leave the building, Jung-Young is waiting for you. "What was that about?" she asks.
"I asked him if he had office hours. He did, and he put me down for 8 in the morning tomorrow," you explain.
"Wow, you're really on top of things. I'm impressed," she remarks.
"Thanks," you smile.
"What're you doing later?" she asks.
"I'm just going to go home and study," you reply.
"Do you want to go to the coffee shop from yesterday and study together?" she offers.
"Sure!" you agree. "What time?"
"Does now work? We already have all our books," she suggests.
You walk together to the coffee shop, spending the afternoon studying, chatting, and getting caffeine highs.
yoongi's glasses make you so horny that he stops working to eat your pussy on his desk, fogs up the lenses and lets you cum all over them... ruining you completely.
PAIRING. bf dom!yoongi x gf sub!femreader
GENRE. established relationship, slice of life, domestic and cozy vibes, romance, smut, fluff
WARNINGS/TAGS. 18+, explicit smut, oral sex (f. receiving), reader gets turned on from his glasses, sexual fantasies, glasses kink, makeout and kisses, cunnilingus, pussy eating, fingering, desk sex, face sitting, cum play and swallowing, multiple orgasms, slight breast and nipple play, tongue fucking, dirty talk and praise kink, overstimulation, slight edging, clit stimulation, ass groping, one spank, grinding on glasses and orgasming onto it, sweet aftercare, they're just so in love w each other
WC. 4.6k
A/N. i had to write this quickly because yoongi with glasses has been driving me crazy 😩 especially after the recent mv! i couldn't stop thinking about him so enjoy reading this, my nasty babes <33
「 MASTERLIST 」
your boyfriend yoongi had been working for several hours on his laptop, finishing his latest track.
he sat on the big chair, all focused on the screen in front of him.
a half finished black coffee beside him that you'd brought him an hour ago.
his posture was relaxed but still in an intensely concentrated manner that always made your heart skip a beat.
he was wearing a hoodie only, his dark hair fell messily over his forehead and every so often he would absentmindedly push his new thin rectangular glasses up the bridge of his nose with his middle finger.
the gesture was so simple yet it made your legs squeeze together.
you had been curled up on the small couch in the corner of his studio for what felt like hours now, he brought that couch especially for you only so he could have you in his space while he works.
he doesn’t like having you away from him for even a second.
there was a forgotten book open on your lap as your eyes kept drifting away from the pages and towards him.
the way the glow from the monitors reflected on his glasses, his brows furrowing in focus which made his already cat like eyes sharper.
it made him look effortlessly authoritative and intelligent, also attractive in a way that made your cheeks turn pink.
he started wearing glasses a few weeks ago and you had openly admitted to him how much the glasses affected you.
“they look really good on you yoongi... like, so sexy.” you had confessed the first night.
he had simply smirked and adjusted them with one finger, no doubt feeling pride at the observation and his girl's approval.
“noted. i'll keep that in mind.”
and he had.
ever since whenever he slipped them on for work, you found it increasingly difficult to focus on anything else.
a need that didn’t go away with every passing minute you spent watching him.
the longer you sat there stealing glances the more your clit throbbed insistently, your nipples hardening under your tank top and you could feel your panties get soaked clinging to your folds.
you don’t like to wear much when you're at home anyways so you're just wearing a tiny black tank top with no bra and panties only.
yoongi preferred you like this.
you shifted on the couch, twirling a strand of your hair and read one single sentence several times in your book.
you’ve been trying to behave but you can't focus on anything else.
finally when you couldn’t hold back any longer, you stood up slowly feeling your stomach flutter from nervousness.
you walked to his desk and stood beside him, yoongi didn’t immediately turn his head away from the screen but you noticed the way he tilted his head and the slight curve of his lips that told you he had been very aware of you the entire time.
“yoongi…”
you called out but your voice came out more breathy than you intended as you took in his clean male scent.
“hmm?”
he responded as his free hand reached out instinctively, fingers brushing along the side of your bare thigh, stroking it making you shiver.
his voice was always so deep that sometimes that was all you needed to hear to get horny.
you could never get enough of his voice.
“what's up baby? you’ve been squirming over there for a while now.”
he was almost amused still typing something on his keyboard as if he could read every single dirty thought running through your mind without even needing to look at you fully.
you swallowed hard as your finger twisted the edge of your panty.
“i… i know you've been working for a while and i can't stop looking at you in those glasses.”
you let out in a rush shyly but don’t admit how crazy it has been driving you as you look at him with half lidded eyes.
a chuckle rumbled out of him as he spun his chair around to face you properly, one of his eyebrows arched.
he scanned your face and then went down taking in the way your curves are right there for him to stare at, barely clothed in anything.
“yeah? you really like them that much huh?”
he never thought you'd get this worked up from watching him work as he leaned back slightly in his chair, spreading his legs a little wider in invitation.
the silver rings on his fingers were visible to you as he rested one hand on his thigh.
“i do… a lot.” you whispered.
biting down on your lower lip as your pussy clenched emptily.
“you look so… dominant like this.”
his gaze darkened noticeably behind his glasses as the word “dominant” left your lips.
“such a good girl for admitting it...” he praised and you let out a shaky breath.
“since you're so distracted by my glasses and can't seem to sit still… maybe i should give you a much closer look and take care of you while i keep my glasses on, you like this idea?”
his other hand adjusted his glasses with that same middle finger push you loved so much and this time he did it almost cockily.
“yes..” you moaned softly.
“come here mama.”
he patted his thigh once with his palm gesturing to where he wants you without words.
you moved between his spread legs without a second thought but instead of simply sitting on his lap, you leaned down first capturing his lips for a quick kiss without being able to help yourself.
he deepens the kiss immediately as his hand comes up to cup the back of your neck, fingers curling into your hair possessively.
you mewled into his mouth as you tasted the coffee he had been sipping earlier along with the unique taste he always has as his tongue brushed against yours, your hands resting on his broad shoulders for balance.
“yoongi... your work—” you started, glancing at the open laptop.
when he finally pulled back just enough to speak, both of your breaths mingling together.
“work can wait a little while.. my baby needs my attention right now which is more important.” he lets out roughly.
he had no heart to ignore that pretty pussy which was calling for him.
he was aware of it.
he picks you up until your feet dangle above the ground making you gasp at the way he always manhandles you effortlessly, his hand between your armpits as he settles you over the very edge of his large desk.
your heart pounded at the feeling of your warm thighs settling over the wooden desk.
papers and a notebook shifted under your weight and the mouse slid a bit as your hip brushed against it but yoongi didn’t seem to care in the slightest.
he rolled his chair forward until he was positioned perfectly between your now spread things.
“spread your legs wider for me sweet girl, let me see you...”
you obeyed, your breathing already coming out faster in anticipation as you watched him hook his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly drag them down your legs before he tossed them carelessly aside onto the floor somewhere beside him.
“mmph.”
you let out a whimper as the studio air hits your now exposed cunt, your glistening folds visible to him.
“look at this pretty pussy.”
he murmured reverently with appreciation as he leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning over your mound making you pant in excitement.
“so fucking wet and swollen for me... you're dripping all over my desk already and i haven't even touched you properly mm?”
his filthy words made your cheeks turn redder as you nodded, unable to deny how desperately aroused you felt.
“yes... it's all because of you and those glasses.” you croaked out shamelessly.
no longer having the restraint to keep your feelings hidden.
“i've been aching for hours.”
a coy look takes place in his face as he starts leaving open mouthed kisses along your inner thigh, each one making your skin tingle also leaving remnants of his saliva as you writhe.
his free hand rested on your other thigh thumb rubbing teasing circles that inched ever closer to your center without quite reaching it while he kept his eyes on you, a grin on his lips from your reaction.
when his mouth hovered directly over your twitching clit that was so engorged it had escaped from its hood, he paused there just letting his breath brush against it.
knowing it makes you a little mad.
he could never get enough of having you in this state and all open for him so he always takes his time, having the privilege of being your man which he can never fully believe.
he's always thankful for having you so he never misses any opportunity to worship you.
“yoongi... please don't tease me too much.”
you begged as your hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly.
“shh i got you baby. i'm gonna take my time with this little pussy because you deserve it.”
he whispered against you and then without further warning, his tongue which has always been incredibly skilled since the beginning of your relationship like it has a mind of its own, knew how to move in the exact way to please you.
it knew you better than yourself.
he dragged a long stripe from your dripping entrance all the way up to your throbbing clit.
“uh—ahh fuck yoongi... that feels so good.” you cried out.
your head tilts back with parted lips and he hums in approval which travels straight to your core making your walls flutter around nothing.
“mhmm you taste so fucking perfect baby... so ready for my mouth always.”
he can never get enough of the amount of honey you produce for him, he holds your plump folds apart to see more dribbles of your creamy mess leaking one by one.
“shitt.” he cursed in a dreamy sign from the way your pussy responds to him.
his tongue explored every inch of you slowly, circling your clit with quick flicks and then capturing the bud between his lips before releasing it with a wet pop and flicking it with his tongue and then sucking again.
“oh god..” you whined.
he can probably spend an entire day playing with your clit with his tongue and fingers like it's a little button.
one of his hands slid upwards under your flimsy top to cup a breast and roll the hardened nipple between his fingers with just enough pressure to double the sensations for you.
“mm... ah...”
your moans grew louder not being able to stop yourself as one of your hands fisted his hair while your legs kept his head trapped between your thighs.
“keep making those pretty noises for me… yeah… let me hear exactly how much you love my tongue on you.”
your body responds automatically as your hips rock subtly against his face.
“uh… uh… uh… yoongi your tongue feels—”
your words get interrupted with a sequel as another particularly skillful flick of his tongue lands on your clit making your back arch almost entirely off the table.
he looks up at you never stopping his mouth, drinking in your expressions as the wet noises and your whimpers of satisfaction fill the room obscenely.
it was so erotic.
and suddenly everything felt hot from the way both of you started sweating.
yoongi continued focusing on your clit using the pointed top of his tongue for a more targeted stimulation, knowing how much you love it.
like the perfectionist he was, he changed his motions based on your reactions.
you fisted one of his work sheets, unknowingly crumbling it which he didn't mind because he started eating you out even faster.
his fingers eventually joined the assault too, two digits probing your slit circling the slick opening before finally pushing inside your tight cunt in one thrust and you were so wet that he slipped even deeper on his own.
“ohh!”
you let out a surprised sob at the sudden stretch even though he's fingered you over a hundred times now but still now the feeling of his long fingers took your breath away.
his fingers immediately curled in that spongy spot deep inside you.
“fuuuuck yess right there! gosh yoongi, your fingers… it feels s-so good!”
you cried out loudly which sounded so much louder in the room as your pussy clenched on him once again.
the combination of his tongue on your clit and the way he keeps on pumping his fingers in and out of you has you murmuring nonsense into your hand.
you gripped the table so hard, your knuckles turned white.
sclick. sclick. sclick.
your pussy makes pornographic noises from the amount of arousal you keep on making and it is coating his hand now too, also dripping on the desk beneath you.
he groaned against your pussy, pulling away for a bit to talk but still with his mouth pressed against your labia.
“that's my good girl… so tight and greedy..”
a quiet overwhelmed scream left you when he added a third finger stretching you to your limits, increasing the pace just enough to push you to the edge without letting you tip over yet.
his glasses were starting to fog up from the heat and his own labored breaths.
the sight of it only heightened the moment for you.
“yoongi your glasses… they're getting all foggy from me.”
you panted between desperate moans as you watched him continue devouring you.
“ugh i can'tt.”
you whined as he kept on thrusting, scissoring his fingers while rubbing that soft spot deep inside your pussy like he's inspecting you on the inside.
he lifted his gaze to meet yours and you could see the lust in his eyes even though they were partially hidden behind the clouded lenses.
“yeah that's good isn't it? means i'm eating this pussy exactly right. you like seeing me like this? all foggy because of how wet and hot you are for me?”
he encourages you further with his murmurs against you as his fingers curl harder and faster now, directly sucking onto your clit as if he wants something to come out of it.
you couldn't take it anymore.
you were losing your mind.
from his words, every thrust, every suck, from his whole presence alone.
“i'm so close ahh please don't stop yoongi! i'm gonna cum so hard..”
tears welled in your eyes as your entire body tensed with the impending release.
“not yet mama. hold it just a little longer for me.”
he growled against your folds, slowing his movements for a few seconds to keep you teetering right on the edge and to keep you crying for a bit more.
then he sped up again relentlessly, three fingers thrusting deep and fast while also using his nose to grind up straight between your folds.
that's it. it happened like that.
your whole body seized and shook as the orgasm crashed over you and you crumble more of his papers on the desk and even making some files fall but you were too deep in it to notice.
“yoongi shitt i'm—i'm cumming! ahhuh yes yes oh god!” you let out a choked scream.
your cunt clenched around his fingers, fluttering weakly as gushes dripped down his hand and messily pooled on his desk.
your moans turned into cries as you clamped his head tighter between your legs and you tried to stop yourself, scared that you'd suffocate him but he grunted lowly holding you closer, which signaled how much he loved to be crushed by you.
he kept on licking and fingering slowly through the aftershocks until you were pushing his head away while letting out murmurs dumbly.
when the peak finally began to ebb leaving you breathing heavily, did yoongi slowly withdraw his fingers.
a snarl escaping him as he sat back in his chair with his chest heaving.
he held the glossy fingers up proudly and he sucked them clean while looking at you with hooded eyes, his tongue working around as you whimpered.
his glasses were completely fogged up now.
the only thing that was missing was his glasses soaked with your essence… it was one of your dirty fantasies.
and you wanted to do it.
even though you felt boneless from cumming as your body twitches with renewed interest.
you looked down at him through your post orgasmic haziness, still trying to catch your breath.
“yoongi...” you cooed almost.
“can i… can i cum on your glasses this time? i wanna rub myself all over them and make an even bigger mess… please.” you breathe out.
even in your ears, it sounded so naughty.
his eyes widened for a bit before a slow smirk took place on his lips, his tongue coming out to lick at his bottom lip slowly where there were still remnants of your release.
he pushed his chair back slightly to give you space as he gripped your thighs.
“you want that baby?”
you nod eagerly with flushed cheeks.
“please...”
he lets out a hoarse laugh, closing his eyes for a bit before fixing it on your face.
“god what am i supposed to do with this dirty girl huh?” he says so adoringly that it makes you feel giddy on the inside.
“come here then use my glasses however you want. soak me, grind your cum all over the lenses... whatever you want mama.”
he helped you slide off the desk on still shaky legs and straddle his lap.
your breasts rises and falls at his words and the way he always treats all your needs as if they were his own, always exploring whatever the other wants with no judgment.
because both of you were just as filthy and downbad for each other.
that's why people say you both just fit so well.
you shuddered when your sensitive pussy hovered just above his obvious bulge that held his rock hard cock.
but he was so focused on you and making you feel good to even notice that.
instead of making you sink down on him, he placed an arm under your butt and picked you up making your legs wrap around his waist as he carried you to the couch before he settled down on it first.
he tilts his head back just enough, holding your hips steady as he looks up at you expectantly.
“go on pretty baby, rub that slutty pussy right on my glasses… mm i wanna feel every bit of it.”
the command makes your legs squeeze together as you look down at him with parted lips, your hair framing your face.
he crooks a finger in your direction so you'd come and sit right on his face.
“don't make me ask twice y/n.”
you shivered at him calling your name, he only does that when he is in his serious and strict mood.
it always makes you weak in the knees.
you didn't waste time and lowered yourself carefully until your slick folds made direct contact with his glasses.
the glass against your already overheated clit created an entirely new and different feeling.
“oh... gosh gahh yoongi... it feels weird… but so good.”
you moaned sharply, your legs settling firmly on either side of his face as he gripped your ass cheeks parting them for better access.
your hips begin to rock on their own experimentally smearing your arousal across his frame, making the glasses even more opaque as your release began to run down the sides.
he gave your ass a firm squeeze as he watched you with feral eyes.
“that's it… just like that… you're doing so well… does it feel good having my lenses rubbing against your clit hmm?”
he asked with genuine curiosity as your whines grew louder and more shakier, even you couldn't fathom that you could make such wanton noises.
“yess nghh... i-it feels amazing… knowing it's your glasses makes it so much better uh...”
he lets out an animal growl at your words, another one of his favorite things during moments of intimacy is your honesty.
your hips shuddered because you're already sensitive from the orgasm you had just a few minutes ago so it made you a little weak as your hands dug into his chest grabbing the fabric of his hoodie.
he kneaded your ass and landed a sharp spank, making you sob as he helped guide your movements up and down when he realized you're slowing down.
it was so lewd.
like you're nothing but just a sex doll and you're releasing so much liquid that it didn't take much effort, too, you were slippery enough to glide all over his glasses.
you were swimming in pleasure.
you selfishly wanted more and everything all at once.
“more… more… please more…”
“keep going mama... cum whenever you want to… make a fucking mess.” he urged.
he whispers praises for you as your tongue lolls out in ecstasy, sweat forming on your forehead as he rubs your back soothingly while your clit is getting all the unique frictions from the edge of his glass.
it felt too much like you wanted to escape from it, yet want more and more.
you yelped as you saw a bit of your arousal land on his eyelid.
“oh no! i'm sorry i'll—”
he stilled you with one hard grip on your waist as he glared up at you.
“don't you dare stop, it doesn't matter… you're not stopping.” he rasps out.
a tear streams down your face in pleasure when his tongue comes out to catch a droplet of you.
“b-but i don't want you getting hurt.. it's going to get inside your eyes.”
“continue.”
that's all he said, just that single word in his strict voice.
you knew he wasn't going to listen otherwise so your hips moved on their own.
you let out breathless cries as he guided you to move faster, your hips quivering so much you thought they'd give out.
“i can't i can't, oh god oh god, fuckk going to, going to cum.. c-cum—!” you hiccuped.
“do it, cum hard for me… come on.”
he demanded as his tongue lapped up at you in the most delicious way.
the second orgasm hits you suddenly that you had to grip the couch to steady yourself as spurts and spurts of your essence left you, hitting him all over the face.
you felt so guilty, but you couldn't stop yourself as it soaked his lips and glasses and all over.
“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh—!”
you cried out repeatedly, hips grinding through the climax until your body had no more energy and he guided you slowly until your forehead rested against his.
both of you breathing heavily.
after several long moments of shared breathing, yoongi removed the thoroughly ruined glasses from his face which were completely glistening with cum.
thoroughly ruined and marked.
now that the high has left you, you let out a mortified whimper at how nasty you've been and hide your face on his chest making him chuckle lowly.
he sets them aside and wraps both of his arms around you, pulling you closer into his chest.
“damn baby... you really did a number on them didn't you?”
he rubbed loving patterns on your back and you laughed breathlessly, still riding the feeling from multiple orgasms.
“sorry... not sorry.”
you got carried away and you knew it but couldn't help it.
it isn't your fault that he was so hot.
he nuzzled his face on your neck planting kisses along your cheeks and throat as you did the same to him, tasting your own release there even though he didn't attempt to wipe you off him.
he liked having you get him all messy on him.
he titled your chin up with his finger to capture your lips in a slow kiss that allowed you to taste yourself more intimately as you both groan together from it.
your hearts beating hard together and so damn connected.
“don't ever apologize for getting needy like that for me, i love it when you lose control because of something as simple as my glasses you got it?”
he looks straight into your eyes so he makes sure you're getting each of his words.
“it means i'm doing my job right.”
he grumbles against your mouth and you let out a happy sound.
he never fails to make you feel so adored and desired.
after a few more minutes of just cuddling and talking about silly stuff basking in each other and the smell of sex, did yoongi's attention finally land on the laptop screen that was still glowing with the work he had to eventually return to.
even though he'd love to spend time with you instead, take you to bed and fuck you right up and he was aching inside his jeans.
he wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine and make you wait.
making you impatient always brings out the best outcome and he also wanted to finish all his work before he could concentrate on you fully.
after a while he helped you off his lap making you pout but it soon melts away when he helps you put on the fluffy pink blanket over your legs after wiping you clean gently with tissues and even his face in the process.
your panties were too ruined for you to wear them again and he wanted you bare underneath.
he adjusted your top so you felt comfortable again, he then picked you up with the blanket wrapped around you like a roll of burrito and settled you over his lap on the chair.
he didn't want you away from him.
he gave you that lazy knowing smile, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.
“think i can get back to work now? or are you gonna distract me again?”
he teased, thumbing your cheek while his other hand moved for the mouse.
“hmm... depends.”
you pretend to think as you settle against his chest with a contented sigh, feeling all comfy with him.
“maybe... but no promises after i clean those glasses for you to wear them again… i might need another closer look later.” you say cheekily.
he laughs hoarsely and shakes his head.
“such a brat huh? but i wouldn't have you any other way.”
the rest of the afternoon went on like that with your eyes half open, focusing on his work that you barely understood while he gave you touches occasionally.
sometimes leaning down to kiss any part of your exposed skin until you almost purred like a kitten being petted.
this was what he lived for.
you all wrapped in him while he did his tasks, just happy to have you there and he couldn't be anywhere else in the world.
he was the luckiest man alive.
“i love you lot baby, you know that?”
you let out a small breath and cupped his cheek, placing a kiss on his nose making his eyes close with a smile.
“i know… but i love you more.”
he opened his eyes with a mocking glare.
“impossible.”
his hand brushed on the ticklish side of your stomach, making you giggle and squirm.
and you knew in your heart without any of his words spoken because his eyes spoke.
promising that the night was far from over.
that he was gonna give you all the attention you want afterward.
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Summary: Busan had the concerts. The internet had the white T-shirt. And you had Min Yoongi showing up at your apartment hours later, pretending he hadn't sent an entire fandom into chaos. What starts as a quiet night of fried chicken, crime shows, and harmless teasing somehow turns into one of those ordinary evenings you'll want to remember forever.
Status: Two-shot | Part 1 | Part 2
Pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Reader
Word Count: 5.7k~ | Full: 10k~
Genre: Idol!AU, Fluff
Rated: T
Tags: Boyfriend!Yoongi, Slice of Life, Busan Concert
Posting Date: June 30, 2026
SCC: Ko-fi ☕️ ・ Taglist 📝
After the tissue incident and the surprising confession that Min Yoongi could apparently still get flustered after almost a year of dating, the atmosphere in your apartment's living room became much more relaxed. The two of you turned your attention back to the dinner you'd nearly forgotten about. The box of fried chicken on the table was slowly emptying, while the crime series on television had somehow reached who knew what episode without either of you actually watching it.
Every now and then, Yoongi still tried to follow the story.
"That's the culprit."
"You've said that about three different people already."
"This one's right."
"You sure?"
"I have a feeling."
"Your feelings are terrible."
"I feel attacked."
You just laughed softly as you grabbed another fry. It still felt strange seeing this side of Yoongi. The same person who looked so calm and charismatic on stage was now arguing with the television over the identity of a fictional criminal.
A little while later, you absentmindedly picked up another piece of chicken. The two of you went back to chatting about the Busan concerts, the food you'd ordered, and how hot the weather had been lately. You were in the middle of talking when Yoongi suddenly stopped listening.
His eyes were fixed on your face.
"What?"
"Stay still."
"Huh?"
"Don't move."
You immediately remembered what had happened a few minutes ago.
"I've got sauce, don't I?"
Yoongi nodded.
"Just stay still."
You instinctively looked toward the little table.
"Where's the tissue?"
"You don't need it."
"Huh?"
"You don't need it."
You frowned in confusion. Before you could grab a tissue, Yoongi had already moved. He leaned closer, close enough for you to catch the scent of soap and the faint trace of his cologne that still lingered after the trip.
You stayed completely still.
With a small smile, as though he'd planned this all along, Yoongi leaned in and gave a quick kiss near the corner of your lips, wiping away the little bit of sauce in a way you never could have expected.
It all happened so quickly. So quickly that your brain needed a few seconds to process what had just happened.
You simply blinked. Yoongi leaned back slightly.
Meanwhile, you… Were still frozen.
"What?"
You just kept staring at him.
"What?"
"Hey... What was that?"
"You zoned out."
"What did you just do?"
"I cleaned the sauce off."
"That is not how you clean off sauce!"
"Oh really?"
"Yes!"
Yoongi looked far too pleased with your reaction. The small smile on his face became even more obvious, that mischievous smile you'd been seeing more and more lately whenever he successfully managed to make you flustered.
"You're cute."
"You're weird."
"I was helping."
"You could've used a tissue."
"I could've."
"So why didn't you?"
"But that was faster."
You shook your head in disbelief.
"Min Yoongi..."
"Hm?"
"You're getting weirder."
He simply laughed softly. Then, as though he wanted to confuse you even more, he touched his own lips for a moment and pretended to think with an overly serious expression.
"Hm..."
"What now?"
"You know..."
"What?"
"I think..."
He deliberately let the sentence hang.
"What?"
"...the sauce tasted good."
You narrowed your eyes.
"Well, yeah. It's your favorite sauce."
"No."
"No?"
"It tasted different."
You immediately realized where he was going with this and, without thinking, lightly smacked his arm.
"What is wrong with you!"
"Ow."
"You're ridiculous."
"I'm serious."
"Don't be weird."
Yoongi only laughed harder.
"I'm just saying..."
"Don't finish that sentence."
"...that sauce tasted better."
You stared at him in disbelief.
"That's because it was on the food!"
"Hm..."
"Don't come to weird conclusions."
"But it's true."
You lightly smacked his arm again.
Yoongi pretended to groan dramatically before laughing.
"I'm kidding."
"You're unbelievable."
"You teased me first."
"That's different."
"No, it's not."
"It is!"
The little argument went on for several minutes before the two of you ended up laughing together. Somehow, moments like these had quietly become your favorites. No giant stage. No cameras. No packed schedules.
Just a small living room, a nearly empty box of fried chicken, and a man who had looked incredibly cool on stage just a few hours ago but was now rubbing his arm as though your light little smack had actually hurt.
"You're mean."
"You're dramatic."
"I'm wounded."
"It barely hurts."
"I'm sad."
"You're not sad."
"I am. I got hit by someone I came all the way from Busan to see."
You let out a long sigh. "Drama."
"Facts."
"Don't you get tired of being dramatic?"
"No."
"I thought you were supposed to be cool."
"I never said I was cool."
"That's your image."
"That's the internet's problem."
"Then who is this?"
Yoongi smiled softly as he picked up another piece of chicken.
"This..."
He looked at you for a second before continuing.
"...is just someone who's happy to be having dinner with his girlfriend."
His answer was simple. No over-the-top flirting. No dramatic speeches. And somehow, that was exactly what made you fall silent again.
"You know what?"
"Hm?"
"You confuse me sometimes."
"Why?"
"Because five minutes ago you were annoying me."
"Hm."
"And now you're making me smile."
"That's good."
"Why is that good?"
"Because it means I'm still succeeding."
"Succeeding at what?"
"Making your heart race."
You laughed softly and shook your head.
"You're so confident."
"I learned."
"From who?"
Yoongi pretended to think for a long moment before pointing at you with that familiar mischievous smile.
"From the person who wiped the sauce off my lips earlier."
And once again, that night was filled with little bursts of laughter louder than the television itself. The crime series finally ended without either of you ever finding out who the culprit was, while the food boxes slowly emptied and the easy conversation carried on. Out of all the big moments you'd shared together, it was simple things like eating fried chicken in the living room, teasing each other, and laughing over the smallest things that quietly felt like the memories you'd want to hold onto for as long as possible.
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After the sauce incident somehow turned into Min Yoongi's favorite joke for the rest of the evening, you made one decision.
To ignore him.
Not because you were annoyed. More because if you reacted, the man sitting beside you would definitely become even more impossible. And based on nearly a year of dating, that theory had almost always been right.
The two of you turned your attention back to the television. The crime series had reached its final episodes, even though you both knew neither of you was actually paying attention to the story anymore. There were only a few pieces of fried chicken left, while Yoongi still looked far too pleased with himself.
"You know?"
You pretended not to hear him.
"I'm serious."
You picked up a fry.
"Earlier..."
You stayed quiet.
"...the sauce really did taste better."
You kept your eyes on the television.
"Hm."
"That's your answer?"
"Hm."
"Aren't you curious?"
"Hm."
Yoongi let out a soft laugh.
"You heard me."
"No."
"You did."
"No."
"You're pretending."
You finally looked at him.
"I'm watching TV."
"You're embarrassed."
"I'm watching TV."
"You're embarrassed."
"I'm watching TV."
"You win."
Yoongi raised both hands in surrender. But from the smile on his face, you knew he hadn't surrendered at all. He was simply looking for another way to tease you.
A few minutes later, you started feeling thirsty.
Your drink was empty, while the bottle of water was still sitting on the little table. The problem was, it was a little closer to Yoongi.
"Yoongi."
"Hm?"
"Can you pass me the water?"
He glanced at the bottle.
"I can."
"Okay then."
"But..."
You immediately became suspicious.
"But what?"
"There's a condition."
You let out a sigh. "What now?"
"One reward."
"Did you win the lottery or something?"
"No."
"Then?"
"One peck."
You stared at him. "Seriously?"
"Yeah."
"You're weird."
"I'm starved for affection."
"You were teasing me five minutes ago."
"That's different."
"Can you just hand me the water?"
"I can."
"So?"
"One peck first."
You covered your face with one hand as you laughed softly.
"Min Yoongi."
"Hm?"
"You get weirder every day."
"Thank you."
"That wasn't a compliment."
"I'll take it as one."
You eventually shook your head in defeat.
"Just one."
"Yeah."
"No cheating."
"Yeah."
"Promise?"
"I'm a good person."
You immediately laughed.
"That's a lie."
Leaning in slightly, you were about to give him a quick peck just to satisfy his strange request. But the moment the distance between you disappeared, Yoongi moved too, deepening the kiss and slipping his tongue into your mouth, leaving you completely flustered.
"Oh my God."
"What?"
"You cheated."
"Me?"
"Yeah."
"I was just saying hi."
Yoongi let out a soft laugh. You eventually shook your head and lightly smacked his shoulder.
"You can't do that."
"Why?"
"You startled me."
"Oh..."
He seemed to think for a few seconds.
"...then next time I'll give you a warning."
"There won't be a next time."
"There will."
"There won't."
"There will."
The little argument came to an end as you leaned back against the couch again. Somehow, your cheeks felt a little warm. Maybe because you'd been laughing too much, or maybe because Yoongi had a strange talent for leaving you speechless.
He watched you for a few seconds.
"You know?"
"What now?"
"You're cute when you're embarrassed."
"I'm not embarrassed."
"You're pretending to watch TV."
"I am watching TV."
"Who's the culprit?"
You immediately fell silent.
"There."
"It's..."
"There."
"The one with the black shoes."
Yoongi laughed so hard that he had to lean his head back against the couch.
"That was my theory earlier!"
"You taught me."
"You weren't even watching."
"Neither were you."
"Fair point."
The two of you burst into laughter again.
Eventually, without another word, Yoongi picked up the water bottle that had been the source of your little debate. He unscrewed the cap first, then placed it on the small table right in front of you.
"There."
You smiled softly.
"See? That's better."
"I'm nice, aren't I?"
"Sometimes."
"Sometimes?"
"When you're not teasing me."
"That's impossible."
"Why?"
"It's my hobby."
You picked up the water bottle and shook your head.
"You're weird."
"I know."
"Don't you ever get tired of making me flustered?"
Yoongi seemed to think about it for quite a while. His gaze drifted back to the television for a moment, then to the nearly empty box of fried chicken, before finally returning to you.
"No."
"Why?"
"Because it's fun."
"What's fun about it?"
"You."
You immediately laughed softly.
"That's an easy answer."
"It's an honest answer."
The room grew quiet again for a little while. The crime series on television finally came to an end, but neither of you had the slightest idea how the story had ended. The only sounds were the hum of the air conditioner and the occasional quiet laughter that drifted from your pointless little conversations.
Yoongi picked up the last piece of chicken and held it up slightly.
"We don't know who the culprit is."
"Hm."
"But I do know one thing."
"What?"
"We're never going to finish watching this series."
"Why?"
Yoongi set the last piece of chicken back in the box before turning to look at you with an expression far too calm for someone who had been passionately arguing with the television about fictional criminals just a few minutes ago.
"Because..."
"What?"
"...I just realized there's something more important."
You raised an eyebrow.
"What now?"
Instead of answering, Yoongi stood up from the couch. You were still holding your water bottle as you looked at him in confusion. A second later, he held out his hand toward you.
"Come on."
"Where are we going?"
"Just come on."
"You're impossible."
"I know."
You laughed softly but took his hand anyway. The moment you stood up, Yoongi gently tugged you along as the two of you walked down the apartment hallway together.
"Yoongi."
"Hm?"
"The show."
"Later."
"There's only a little left."
"We can rewatch it."
"You were so determined to find the culprit earlier."
"I changed my mind."
"Why?"
He glanced back at you with a small smile.
"Because I missed you more."
He said it so casually that you nearly tripped over your own feet.
"What was that supposed to mean?"
"What?"
"That came out of nowhere."
"I'm serious."
All you could do was laugh softly and shake your head. After almost a year together, you should've gotten used to Yoongi's habit of saying sweet things without any warning. But somehow, every single time he did, your reaction stayed exactly the same.
Your cheeks grew warm.
"You've been with me this whole time."
"Yeah."
"Since this afternoon."
"Yeah."
"We had dinner together."
"Yeah."
"We watched TV together."
"Yeah."
"So?"
Yoongi thought for a few seconds, as though carefully putting together the perfect answer.
"That still isn't enough."
"How is that possible?"
"Because I've been in Busan these past few days."
The two of you had already reached the bedroom door. Yoongi was still holding your hand, his grip light and relaxed, just like it always was whenever you walked together.
"I had rehearsals."
"Hm."
"I had concerts."
"Hm."
"I met a lot of people."
"Hm."
"But I've been thinking this whole time..."
He paused for a moment.
"...I finally get to come home and talk to you without having to look at the clock."
You looked at him quietly.
"So..."
"So I want to enjoy this time."
"You're flirting again."
"No."
"That's flirting."
"That's an emotional report."
You laughed so hard that you had to lower your head.
"Min Yoongi."
"Hm?"
"You know what?"
"What?"
"You're so different from your public image."
"Thank goodness."
"Huh?"
"If I came home and still had to pretend to be cool, I'd be exhausted."
You burst out laughing again.
"So which version is the real one?"
"The one who fights over the remote."
"Hm."
"The one who comes up with ridiculous theories about crime shows."
"Hm."
"The one who wants company while eating fried chicken."
"Hm."
"The one who wants to spend time with his girlfriend."
You smiled softly.
"That's the real one?"
"That's the real one."
For a few seconds, the two of you simply looked at each other before suddenly laughing because the moment had somehow become awkward.
"Why are you laughing?"
"You are too."
"Because..."
Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck, a little habit that always appeared whenever he felt slightly embarrassed.
"...I just realized something."
"What?"
"We've been together for almost a year."
"Yeah."
"But sometimes it still feels like we just met."
You nodded softly.
"Me too."
"See?"
"See what?"
"We both get flustered way too easily."
"That's your fault."
"No."
"It's your fault."
Yoongi pretended to let out a long sigh.
"Okay."
"What?"
"Then as an apology..."
"What are you going to do?"
He smiled softly, that mischievous smile you'd come to know so well.
"...I'll keep you company and talk with you until we get sleepy."
"That actually sounds normal."
"I am normal."
"That's the biggest lie of the night."
Yoongi immediately laughed.
The two of you eventually headed to the bedroom, still joking around with each other. The crime series in the living room kept playing without an audience, the fried chicken box was still sitting on the table, and the mystery of who the culprit was would probably never be solved that night.
But somehow, neither of you really minded. Because after busy days, exhausting concerts, and long trips, it turned out that the thing you missed most wasn't the ending of a television series, but simple moments like these—sitting close together, teasing each other until you laughed, and ending the day with meaningless conversations that somehow felt like home for both of you.
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The night was getting late, and somehow neither of you was truly sleepy yet. The bedroom lights had already been turned off, leaving only the soft glow of the night lamp in the corner of the room and the occasional light from your phones illuminating your faces. After a whole day of joking around, eating together, and talking nonstop since Yoongi came back from Busan, you had finally settled into the routine you almost always shared whenever you spent the night together.
Lying in bed.
Yoongi had already taken his favorite position. Lying beside you with one arm wrapped around your waist, his head resting lightly against your shoulder. He was holding his own phone, occasionally reading something and letting out a quiet chuckle, while you were busy scrolling through social media.
"What are you looking at?"
"Hm?"
"You've been smiling to yourself this whole time."
"You're the one who's laughing."
"I'm looking at memes."
"What a coincidence."
Yoongi only laughed softly before looking back at his screen. A comfortable silence filled the room. It wasn't awkward. It didn't need to be filled with conversation. After almost a year together, you had grown used to moments like this. Quietly doing your own things while still touching each other, as if to make sure the other person was really there.
You went back to scrolling. And apparently, your social media algorithm still hadn't recovered.
One video from the Busan concert.
Scroll.
One edit of Yoongi in a white T-shirt.
Scroll.
One compilation of Yoongi smiling during the concert.
Scroll again.
"Oh my God..."
"Hm?"
"My FYP is completely ruined."
"Why?"
"It's all you."
Yoongi let out a small chuckle. "That's a good thing."
"It's not."
"Why not?"
"I can't focus on anything else."
"That's the whole point of the algorithm."
You were just about to answer when another video appeared. This time, it wasn't a fancam. Not a concert edit. It was an AI video.
The title was simple. What if baby Yoongi existed?
You were instantly curious.
The video showed a little boy with round cheeks, soft black hair, smiling crescent-shaped eyes, and an expressionless face that somehow really reminded you of Yoongi. There was even a version of the little boy wearing an oversized hoodie with his arms crossed and an annoyed expression.
You burst out laughing.
"Wait... wait..."
Yoongi turned to you.
"What?"
"This is so cute."
You showed him your phone.
Yoongi looked at the screen with you.
The AI video kept playing. There was a version of the little boy eating with his cheeks stuffed full, one sleeping while hugging a teddy bear, and even an edited clip of him pretending to play the piano.
You couldn't stop laughing.
"He's so adorable..."
Yoongi kept watching the screen.
"Hm."
"It's so realistic."
"Hm."
"Look at his cheeks."
"Hm."
"Look at his expressions."
"Hm."
"Were you like this when you were little?"
"I don't know."
You still couldn't stop smiling at the video.
"It'd be so cute if you had a child someday."
The words slipped out naturally. Without thinking. Without meaning anything by it. Just a spontaneous comment because the video was too adorable.
But a few seconds later… Yoongi went quiet.
You only realized then that his laughter had disappeared.
The video on your phone had ended, but you turned to look at him instead.
"What's wrong?"
He stayed silent for a few seconds.
"...What did you say just now?"
"Hm?"
"Earlier."
You tried to remember.
"Oh..."
You smiled a little.
"I said it'd be cute if you had a child someday."
Yoongi nodded slowly. But somehow, his expression changed a little.
Not angry. Not upset. Just… A little gloomy.
"What's wrong?"
He let out a small sigh.
"Nothing."
"There's obviously something."
"No."
"Yoongi."
He stayed quiet for a long moment before finally looking at you.
"...Why my child?"
You blinked.
"Huh?"
"Why not our child?"
This time, you were the one who fell silent. Yoongi didn't sound demanding. His voice stayed soft, almost embarrassed to admit it.
"You said my child."
"...Yeah."
"Why?"
You looked down at your phone screen, which had already gone dark.
Honestly… You had never thought about that wording. It had just come out.
"I was just..."
You searched for the right words.
"...being realistic."
Yoongi didn't answer.
"We don't know what the future will be like."
Still silent.
"We don't know what's going to happen."
You smiled a little, though the smile felt slightly awkward.
"I just don't want to think too far ahead."
Yoongi's arm around your waist never moved. But you could feel him listening to every word.
"We don't even know a lot of things yet."
"Hm."
"And I also..."
You stared at the ceiling.
"...I don't even know if I want children or not."
The words sounded much more honest than you had expected.
"I like little kids."
"Hm."
"I like playing with them."
"Hm."
"But having a child..."
You laughed softly.
"...that's such a huge responsibility."
Yoongi stayed quiet.
"Sometimes I wonder if I'd be able to do it."
"Sometimes I wonder if I'd be ready."
"Sometimes I don't even think about it at all."
The room fell silent again. Only the sound of the air conditioner and your breathing could be heard.
A few moments later, Yoongi shifted a little closer. His arm around your waist tightened slightly.
"You know?"
"Hm?"
"I don't like it."
"What?"
"What you said earlier."
"What?"
"You said we don't know."
You turned to look at him.
"I do know."
"You know what?"
He smiled a little.
"One thing."
"What?"
"I want it to be with you."
You blinked slowly.
"As for having children..."
He gave a small shrug.
"...if you want them, we'll figure it out together."
You stayed quiet.
"If you don't want them..."
He smiled again.
"...that's okay too."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah."
"You wouldn't be disappointed?"
"Why would I be?"
"Don't you want children?"
Yoongi seemed to think for a few seconds.
"I want to come home and have someone I love waiting for me."
You looked at him.
"I want to have dinner together."
"Hm."
"I want to fight over the remote."
You started smiling.
"I want to watch a series that never seems to end."
"Hm."
"I want to go on trips."
"Hm."
"I want to talk like this before going to sleep."
He gently rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb.
"If there are children in that story..."
He smiled softly.
"...I'd be happy."
You felt warmth spread through your chest.
"What if there aren't?"
Yoongi didn't even need time to think.
"...I'd still be happy."
"Why?"
"Because that's not the important part."
"Then what is?"
He looked at you for so long that you had to look away first.
"The important thing is you."
You laughed softly, trying to hide the warmth creeping into your cheeks.
"That's cheesy."
"It's not cheesy."
"It is."
"That's the answer."
"You know something?"
"What?"
"You really know how to confuse me."
Yoongi laughed quietly too.
"I'm confused too."
"Why?"
"Because I was a little upset."
"Huh?"
"Earlier."
"Because of your child?"
"Yeah."
You covered your face with one hand as you laughed.
"Oh my God."
"I'm serious."
"It was just a slip of the tongue."
"I know."
"Were you sulking?"
"A little."
"You're so cute."
"I'm not cute."
"You sulked over one word."
"That was an important word."
You were still laughing when you finally shifted a little closer and rested your head against his chest.
"I'm sorry."
"Hm."
"It should've been our child."
Yoongi didn't answer right away.
You looked up at him. "Are you still sulking?"
He pretended to think for a long time.
"...Not anymore."
"Really?"
"Hm."
"Why so fast?"
"Because..."
He hugged you a little tighter.
"...I can't stay upset with you."
You smiled softly.
At some point, both of your phones had been abandoned on the bed. The AI baby Yoongi video had long since stopped playing. Your social media algorithm would probably keep showing strange edits again tomorrow morning.
But that night, in the quiet bedroom after a long day, you realized one small thing about the man holding you.
For Min Yoongi, questions about the future were never really about whether there would be children, a big house, or any other perfect plans.
What mattered most to him was something much simpler.
As long as, in whatever version of the future came, you were still there beside him, laughing at little, silly things before going to sleep, that alone was enough to make him feel like he was coming home with a peaceful heart.
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The room fell back into a comfortable silence after the long conversation about the future. The bedside lamp in the corner still casts a soft amber glow, just enough to illuminate the contours of Yoongi's face, now partially hidden in shadow. The air conditioner hummed quietly, while both of your phones had long been abandoned on the side of the bed, neither of you making any real effort to pick them up again. Your bodies remained close together, your head resting against his chest, his arm loosely wrapped around your waist. To anyone else, everything would have looked perfectly fine. Just a few minutes ago, Yoongi had even said he wasn't sulking anymore.
But you knew him far too well.
Nearly a year together had taught you every little habit he had, even the ones he probably didn't realize himself. The way his fingers absentmindedly kept stroking the back of your hand over and over. The way his eyes no longer followed his phone screen or stared at the ceiling, but instead remained fixed blankly on a single point. The way he occasionally let out a quiet sigh, as though he was thinking about something he didn't want to say out loud.
Normally by now, he would've already been teasing you again, making ridiculous jokes or deliberately finding another excuse to make your cheeks flush.
Instead, he stayed quiet for far too long.
You lifted your head slightly, studying his profile from up close.
"Yoongi."
"Hm?"
"What are you thinking about?"
He slowly turned toward you and gave you a small smile. One that was far too faint for you not to realize it was only meant to reassure you.
"Nothing."
"You're lying."
"I'm not."
"You're thinking about something."
"I'm not."
You narrowed your eyes as you kept staring at him. "Usually after embarrassing me, you'd be laughing to yourself by now."
"Hm."
"Usually you'd already be teasing me."
"Hm."
"Usually you'd have me flustered all over again by now."
He let out a soft chuckle.
"And?"
"You're being way too quiet."
Yoongi gently tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, the touch so gentle it almost softened your resolve. "I'm tired."
"That's a lie."
"I just had a concert."
"That's a lie too."
He finally laughed quietly. "You've gotten really good at reading me."
"Because I'm your girlfriend."
Your answer made his smile widen slightly, though only for a moment. Soon after, his expression returned to being calm.
Too calm.
You shifted even closer until your chin rested against his chest. From there, you could see his face more clearly. You raised one hand and gently cupped his cheek.
"Yoongi..."
"Hm?"
"I'm really sorry if I said the wrong thing earlier."
He immediately shook his head.
"I already told you it's okay."
"But you're still thinking about it."
"I'm not."
"Yoongi."
He fell silent again.
Several seconds passed without anything but the sound of your breathing filling the room. You didn't push him. You simply continued gently stroking his arm, waiting until he decided to speak on his own.
And just as you expected—
A few moments later, he let out a long sigh.
"...I am thinking about it."
You looked at him without interrupting.
"I know you didn't mean it."
"Hm."
"I know you weren't trying to hurt me."
"Hm."
"But..."
He paused for quite a while.
"...when you said 'my child' earlier..."
His gaze dropped to your intertwined fingers.
"...it made me think."
You tightened your grip around his hand.
"Think about what?"
Yoongi smiled faintly, this time looking more like someone trying to reveal what was on his mind rather than hiding how he felt.
"Am I really not part of the future you picture?"
Warmth instantly spread through your chest.
The question was simple.
It wasn't dramatic.
He'd even said it so quietly.
Yet somehow, that was exactly why your heart started beating much faster.
"To you..."
He paused once more.
"...am I just someone who's here right now?"
You truly hadn't expected his thoughts to go that far.
"Have you never imagined us... in the future?"
Your gaze gradually softened. It felt as though thousands of butterflies had suddenly taken flight inside your chest, knowing that the man in front of you had genuinely been thinking about a future together.
Not just about today's relationship.
Not just about the next concert.
Not just about tomorrow night's dinner.
But the future.
With you.
You let out a small breath before gently caressing his cheek with your thumb.
"It's not like that."
He remained silent.
"I honestly wasn't thinking that far."
"Then what was it?"
"It was genuinely just a slip of the tongue."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"You said earlier..."
"Yoongi."
You softly cut him off before he could sink deeper into his own thoughts.
"I really want it to be you."
He blinked.
"If I could choose..."
A smile slowly spread across your lips.
"...I'd choose to stay with you. Always."
The look in Yoongi's eyes slowly changed.
"But..."
You let out a small laugh.
"...no one really knows what the future holds."
Before you could even finish the sentence, Yoongi immediately let out a long sigh.
His lips pouted ever so slightly.
Exactly like a little kid who clearly disagreed.
"There you go again."
You held back a smile.
"What?"
"Talking about that again."
"But it's true..."
"I don't like it."
"Why?"
"Because you say it like everything could change."
You looked at him for several seconds. It was almost unbelievable how Min Yoongi, the man who always appeared so composed and mature in front of millions of people, was now pouting over a possibility that hadn't even happened.
He rubbed the back of his neck before looking at you again.
"I know."
"Hm?"
"My future."
You waited.
"It's with you."
His voice was so certain that there wasn't the slightest trace of hesitation.
"Not with anyone else."
He gently tapped the tip of your nose.
"You."
Your heart truly felt overflowing with butterflies.
You couldn't stop the smile spreading wider across your face. You wanted to laugh and hug him at the same time. Affection and warmth filled your chest until you finally reached up and gently pinched his cheek.
"Ow."
Yoongi immediately frowned.
"Why'd you pinch me?"
"You're so cute."
"I'm being serious."
"Exactly."
"So why'd you pinch me?"
"Because you're adorable."
"I'm not a stuffed toy."
"You're cuter than one."
He let out a long sigh, pretending to surrender, though the corners of his lips slowly lifted again. The gloomy expression that had lingered on his face finally began to disappear little by little.
You smiled in relief as you watched him.
"There."
"What?"
"You're back."
"What's back?"
"My Yoongi."
"I've been Yoongi this whole time."
"No."
"No?"
"You turned into a baby earlier."
He immediately chuckled.
"Me?"
"Yeah."
"No way."
"You sulked over one word."
"It was important."
"You were pouting."
"That was important too."
You laughed softly until your shoulders shook. The heaviness that had settled between you gradually melted away. Yoongi's face finally looked like itself again. The familiar mischievous spark had returned to his eyes.
He suddenly raised one eyebrow.
"Well then."
"What?"
"About having kids..."
You immediately looked at him.
"We can talk about it later."
You nodded gently.
"Yeah."
"We don't have to rush."
"Yeah."
For a few seconds, he seemed to be thinking again.
Then that mischievous smile slowly appeared.
"In that case..."
"Hm?"
"...we should probably practice making them first."
You froze.
It took your brain several seconds to process what he'd just said.
"...Huh?"
Yoongi looked completely satisfied watching your expression change in an instant.
"But you said we don't have to think about it yet."
"Yeah..."
"So we'll just prepare first."
"MIN YOONGI!"
You immediately smacked his arm with the pillow beside you. Yoongi laughed so hard his shoulders shook, making absolutely no effort to dodge it.
"Ow."
"You!"
"What?"
"What was that supposed to mean?"
"I mean... practice."
"Don't explain it!"
"You asked."
"You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
"Me?"
"Yes!"
He laughed even harder before catching both of your wrists just before you could hit him again. Effortlessly, he pulled you toward him until you nearly lost your balance and ended up falling back onto his chest.
"There."
"What is wrong with you..."
"You're not sad anymore, are you?"
You blinked. Only then did you realize. This whole time… All of his teasing had slowly returned. That playful tone was back. The mischievous look in his eyes had returned too. He'd been deliberately changing the mood.
Yoongi gently stroked your hair as he smiled softly.
"I'd rather see you annoyed because I'm teasing you..."
He kissed the top of your head for a brief moment.
"...then see you keep blaming yourself."
You let out a quiet sigh before wrapping your arms more tightly around his waist. A small smile naturally found its way onto your lips.
"You're unbelievable."
"Hm?"
"I love you so, so much."
Yoongi didn't answer with words.
He simply held you a little tighter, rested his chin on top of your head, then let out a quiet chuckle.
"...I know."
And somehow, that night felt whole again.
The conversation about the future hadn't found all of its answers yet. Children, a home, and everything waiting somewhere far ahead could truly be discussed another day. But there was one thing both of you understood that night that felt far more important than any plan. As long as the two of you could always find your way home in each other's embrace, the future no longer seemed frightening. Even if one day it became filled with uncertainty, at least there was one thing you both knew for certain—neither of you wanted to face it with anyone else.
← Part 1
Author Notes: I'm getting butterflies while writing this. But you all agree that Yoongi in Busan was SO handsome, right?! I hope you’re not getting bored of my stories, lol.
Summary: Busan had the concerts. The internet had the white T-shirt. And you had Min Yoongi showing up at your apartment hours later, pretending he hadn't sent an entire fandom into chaos. What starts as a quiet night of fried chicken, crime shows, and harmless teasing somehow turns into one of those ordinary evenings you'll want to remember forever.
Status: Two-shot | Part 1 | Part 2
Pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Reader
Word Count: 4.3~ | Full: 10k~
Genre: Idol!AU, Fluff
Rated: T
Tags: Boyfriend!Yoongi, Slice of Life, Busan Concert
Posting Date: June 28, 2026
SCC: Ko-fi ☕️ ・ Taglist 📝
Lately, your social media algorithm had been absolutely unbearable. Whether it was because you spent too much time lingering on BTS videos or because the internet simply enjoyed messing with people, your FYP had been flooded with clips from the Busan concerts over the past two days since this morning. One video ended, another appeared. One fancam finished, and there was an even more dangerous close-up waiting. And the person who showed up the most was someone who had been your boyfriend for almost a year now.
Min Yoongi.
Busan has been pretty hot lately. From all the videos going around, the stage lights, the summer heat, and the thousands of people cheering had the members sweating even at the beginning of the concert. But it seemed like the internet had all reached the same conclusion.
Yoongi in a white T-shirt was simply unbeatable.
You stared at your phone screen while lying on the couch in your apartment, your legs stretched out with a thin blanket covering part of your body. For almost fifteen minutes, you had done nothing but scroll and secretly tap the like button every now and then.
"I get why ARMY is losing their minds," you mumbled to yourself.
Over the past few months, Yoongi had changed again. After spending a long time looking a little softer, enjoying good food and a more regular routine, he had started working out consistently again. His body had gradually gotten leaner, his jawline had become more defined, and somehow he had grown more confident about wearing plain white T-shirts without a jacket or any extra layers.
Though in your opinion, whether he was chubby or like this now, he was still the same Yoongi.
It's just...
That white T-shirt was a little too much.
You stopped at one video showing Yoongi walking along the extended stage. His black hair was slightly damp with sweat, his white T-shirt simple, his hand waving at the crowd as he smiled softly. Not the big smile he put on for cameras, but the small smile you had always known.
The comment section was just as chaotic.
"Yoongi looks so happy in Busan."
"I think his wife or girlfriend is watching."
"He's glowing. Someone definitely got him smiling."
"He's extra energetic this weekend."
You let out a quiet laugh.
"People are so weird," you whispered, shaking your head.
But the more you read, the funnier it becomes. Some people had written long theories about his expressions. Others had counted how many times he smiled during the concert. Some insisted that people in love simply had a different aura.
You let out a long sigh as you opened your chat app.
You:
I just read people's comments.
A moment later, his status changed to online.
Yoongi:
Which ones?
You smiled to yourself.
You:
They're saying Yoongi's wife or girlfriend must be watching in Busan, that's why he's so energetic during the concert.
A few seconds passed before his reply came.
Yoongi:
And?
You:
I think they're wrong.
Yoongi:
Why?
You:
Because I'm literally in my apartment.
You held back a laugh after sending that message. Honestly, you were just teasing him. After almost a year together, one of your favorite little hobbies had become messing with each other whenever your schedules allowed.
You waited for a reply.
Typing.
Gone.
Typing again.
Then a message appeared.
Yoongi:
Don't you suspect something else?
You:
Like what?
Yoongi:
You know... something else?
You:
Like you actually have another girlfriend in Busan?
Yoongi:
🙄
You:
...
Yoongi:
Just kidding, just kidding...
You're at your apartment?
You blinked.
You:
Yeah?
Yoongi:
You sure?
Your eyebrows slowly furrowed.
You:
Yeah, I'm literally lying on my couch.
This time, his reply came much faster.
Yoongi:
Positive?
You laughed.
You:
What's with you?
A few seconds later, your phone rang.
A video call.
You answered it with a smile still on your face. Yoongi's face immediately filled the screen. His hair was slightly messy, he was wearing the simple black T-shirt he usually wore off-camera, and he looked incredibly pleased to see you.
"You're on the couch?"
"Yeah."
"Gray blanket?"
"Yeah."
"Beige pillow on your right?"
You slowly turned your head. There was a beige pillow on your right. Then you froze.
"...How do you know that?"
Yoongi bit his lip, trying not to smile.
"Look toward the window."
You turned your head.
The curtains in your apartment weren't completely closed. Through them, you could see the small balcony overlooking the street. And at the far end of the balcony… Someone was standing there, waving at you.
You shot up from the couch.
"MIN YOONGI!"
Yoongi's laughter echoed through your phone's speaker before the call disconnected.
You practically ran to the front door. 5 minutes later, when you opened it, Yoongi was already standing there, wearing a black cap with his mask pulled down to his chin. In one hand, he held a small paper bag, and on his face was a smile he was clearly struggling to hide.
"You lied."
"So did you."
"You said you were still in Busan."
"This morning."
You could only stare at him in disbelief.
"So..."
"So I came home."
"And you did all that just to confuse me?"
"Yep."
"You're annoying."
"Yep."
"You didn't feel bad about making me panic?"
"Nope."
You let out a long sigh before laughing to yourself. It all felt completely ridiculous. Two minutes ago, you had been lying on the couch watching fancams of his concert, and now the very same person was standing right outside your apartment door.
Yoongi held up the little paper bag.
"I brought bubble tea."
"You're bribing me."
"Yep."
"You think I'll forgive you?"
"Yep."
You tried to keep a serious expression for a few seconds but failed completely when Yoongi laughed along with you.
"Can I come in?"
"You came all the way here."
"That's not an answer."
You stepped aside to let him in.
"Come in."
Yoongi walked through the door, and then, as always, one of his little habits surfaced naturally. He took off his cap, set the paper bag on the table, and without saying much, walked over to you.
"Were you serious about reading those comments?"
"Yeah."
"The ones saying his girlfriend was watching?"
"Yeah."
"And you got jealous?"
"No."
Yoongi raised an eyebrow.
"A little."
"I knew it."
"But it was kind of funny."
He smiled softly.
"They weren't completely wrong."
You looked at him.
"What?"
"They said there was someone making me excited."
You shrugged.
"Maybe because of the Busan concert."
"No."
"Maybe because the weather was nice."
"No."
"Maybe because of the white T-shirt."
"Why are you so focused on the white T-shirt?"
"Because my FYP is nothing but videos of you in that white T-shirt."
Yoongi let out a quiet laugh. The kind that wasn't loud, but enough to make his eyes disappear a little.
"And?"
"And then I read the comments."
"And?"
"And then I teased you."
"And then I answered seriously."
You nodded.
"Yeah, and that's what confused me."
Yoongi stepped a little closer. Only a few steps separated the two of you now.
"They got one thing wrong."
"What?"
"They thought you had to be in Busan."
You stayed quiet.
"I knew you were right here in this apartment."
"Yoongi..."
"During the concert, I knew that once everything was over, I'd come home and see you."
His voice was casual, almost as if he were talking about the weather. Somehow, that only made your cheeks grow warmer.
"I'm not excited because you're in the stadium."
"Then why?"
"Because you're here."
You looked at him for a few seconds before letting out a small laugh.
"That's cheesy."
"It's the truth."
"Still cheesy."
Yoongi lifted his hand and gently brushed a few strands of hair away from your face.
"You know what?"
"What?"
"When I read your text earlier, I thought you were adorable."
"Why?"
"You said, 'I'm in my apartment.'"
"Yeah."
"Like I couldn't just come see you."
You couldn't stop yourself from smiling.
"So your text earlier..."
"Only meant one thing."
"What?"
Yoongi let out a small sigh, as though the answer should have been obvious.
"If you can't come to the concert, then I'll come to you."
And suddenly, every video on your FYP, every comment people had made, and every theory about why Min Yoongi looked so happy in Busan seemed a little funny.
Because maybe they were right.
They just didn't know that after the stage lights went out and thousands of fans went home, the source of that happiness would be sitting on the couch in her apartment, sharing dinner with him while quietly complaining about one thing she still couldn't accept.
"You seriously wore that white T-shirt again on day two?"
Yoongi looked at you innocently.
"Yeah."
"You know the internet went crazy because of it?"
"Yeah."
"You did it on purpose?"
He smiled that small, unmistakable Min Yoongi smile that always made you lose.
"...Maybe."
And all you could do was shake your head and laugh, because after almost a year together, the one thing that had never changed about your boyfriend was his uncanny ability to send the entire internet into a frenzy, then come home and act as though he hadn't done a single thing.
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After the little surprise at your apartment door and a conversation that somehow always ended with Yoongi making you flustered, the two of you finally realized one very important thing.
There was no food.
You stood in front of the fridge for a few moments, opening it and then closing it again with an expression that immediately made Yoongi laugh from the couch.
"What's wrong?"
"My fridge is empty."
"Good."
"How is that good?"
"It means we don't have to think."
You turned to him with your arms crossed.
"You just got back from a concert and the only thing on your mind is food?"
Yoongi nodded without a hint of guilt.
"I'm hungry."
"I haven't cooked."
"I know."
"You're not disappointed?"
"Why would I be?"
You looked at him in confusion.
"I came to see you, not to eat your cooking."
He said it so casually that you almost didn't realize your cheeks were warming up again.
Eventually, the two of you decided to order delivery. Nothing fancy. Just a few of your favorite dishes that you almost always ordered whenever you were both too lazy to cook, along with cold drinks since the weather had been pretty hot that day. Once the order was placed, you headed back to the living room.
Yoongi had already claimed the most comfortable spot on the couch. And as usual… He had taken over half of it.
"Move over."
"No."
"That's my spot."
"I'm tired."
"You could sit like a normal person."
"I don't want to."
You could only sigh before finally sitting down beside him. A few seconds later, without being asked, Yoongi shifted slightly until your shoulders were touching.
"There."
"What?"
"Perfect."
You let out a small laugh.
Sometimes it still felt strange.
The same person who had been filling your FYP over the past few days with his cool aura, sharp gaze, and effortless stride across the stage was now busy picking something to watch on TV while grumbling because the remote was hard to use.
"Why isn't this working?"
"It's upside down."
"Oh."
"You just pressed the Netflix button."
"Oh."
"You got it wrong again."
"Oh."
You covered your face with both hands.
"Min Yoongi."
"What?"
"You seem old."
"I'm not young."
"That's such a dad joke."
"That's a fact."
The two of you ended up laughing together.
The show you picked wasn't anything important either. Just something light that neither of you was really paying attention to. Sometimes you'd watch the screen, sometimes you'd talk, and sometimes you'd simply sit in silence, enjoying the moment.
You stole a glance at Yoongi.
He looked relaxed. No makeup. No stage lights. No thousands of cameras. Just Yoongi in a simple black T-shirt, his hair slightly messy from the trip. It reminded you of something.
"You..."
"Hm?"
"Aren't you tired?"
Yoongi looked over.
"From Busan."
"Hm."
"Shouldn't you be resting at home?"
He didn't answer right away. His eyes returned to the television for a few seconds before he finally smiled softly.
"I am."
"See?"
"But not that tired."
"You're lying."
"Yeah."
You let out a small laugh.
"I'm serious."
"So am I."
"You just met tens of thousands of people."
"Yeah."
"Rehearsals."
"Yeah."
"Two concert days."
"Yeah."
"Traveling again."
"Yeah."
"And then you came here."
"Yeah."
"Don't you want to just lie down at home?"
Yoongi looked at you for a few moments. "No."
"Why?"
He lifted one shoulder.
"I wanted to come here more."
His answer was simple. Too simple.
You tried to look back at the television. "Why?"
Because you'd known him long enough to know one thing. Whenever Yoongi stayed quiet for a few seconds before answering, it usually meant he was choosing his words carefully. And the words he chose were often dangerous for your heart.
"I just met tens of thousands of people."
"Yeah."
"So many."
"Yeah."
"I saw a lot of faces."
You nodded softly.
"But while I was there..."
He paused for a moment.
"...there was only one person I really wanted to see."
You looked at him. Yoongi looked back at you.
"You."
The room suddenly felt quieter. The television was still on. The hum of the air conditioner was still there. But somehow, everything else felt far away.
All you could do was blink.
"That's..."
"Hm?"
"That's cheesy."
"No."
"That's cheesy."
"It's a report."
You laughed at his strange answer.
"Seriously."
"I am serious."
"You really know how to make my heart race."
Yoongi smiled softly.
"That's a bonus."
You shook your head.
"People who only know you through the media would never believe this."
"Believe what?"
"That you're like this."
"Like what?"
"Funny."
"I'm not funny."
"You are."
"No."
"You make dad jokes."
"That's quality humor."
"That's uncle humor."
Yoongi pretended to let out a long sigh.
"You don't understand art."
You laughed again. And while you were still laughing, Yoongi suddenly reached out his hand.
"Come here."
"What?"
"Come here."
You moved a little closer.
With a very gentle movement, he tucked a few strands of hair that had fallen across your face behind your ear. His fingertips brushed against your temple for a moment before smoothing your hair back into place.
It was such a simple gesture. So ordinary.
But somehow, it made your heart start beating faster.
"What's wrong?"
"What?"
"You're quiet."
"So are you."
"I'm looking."
"Looking at what?"
Yoongi smiled softly. "You."
Your cheeks instantly grew warm.
"You know what?"
"What?"
"Sometimes I wonder."
"Wonder what?"
"How I can perform in front of tens of thousands of people without getting nervous."
You smiled. "Because you're a professional."
"Maybe."
"And?"
"But talking to you like this..."
He laughed softly and shook his head. "...I still think before I speak."
"You're lying."
"I'm not."
"You just said the only person you wanted to see was me."
"That's true."
"You said you'd rather come here than rest."
"That's true too."
"You don't think before you talk."
"I do."
"When?"
"On the plane."
You couldn't hold back your laughter anymore.
"There."
"What?"
"I like seeing you laugh."
"Min Yoongi."
"Hm?"
"Do you realize how sweet you are?"
He genuinely seemed to think about it. "...No."
"Do you realize people on the internet are scared of you?"
"I know."
"They say you're cold."
"Hm."
"They say you're intimidating."
"Hm."
"They have no idea you're like this at home."
"Like what?"
"You fight over the remote."
"That's important."
"You make dad jokes."
"That's cultural heritage."
"You love teasing me."
"That's a hobby."
"You love making my heart race."
"That..."
He pretended to think for quite a while.
"...might actually be on purpose."
You immediately stared at him in disbelief.
"So you know?"
"I know."
"Why?"
For the first time that night, Yoongi laughed out loud.
"So that after all the concerts are over, after everyone goes home, and after all the stage lights go out..."
He looked at you with a soft smile, one that had always been much warmer than anything a camera could ever capture.
"...there'll still be one person whose cheeks turn red because of me."
The doorbell rang right after that. Your dinner has arrived.
You stood up a little too quickly, trying to hide a face that was definitely turning red, while behind you, Yoongi simply laughed quietly. And once again, you found yourself thinking the same thing you'd thought countless times over the past year.
Maybe the whole world knew Min Yoongi as the calm, cold, and charismatic man on stage. But your favorite version of him would always be this one. The one who came home from Busan, chose to come to your apartment instead of resting at his own place, made terrible dad jokes, fought over the TV remote, and casually tucked your hair behind your ear while telling you that after meeting tens of thousands of people, the one person he had really wanted to see was you.
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Your food arrived just as the atmosphere was starting to make your heart work a little too hard. Thankfully, the arrival of a big bag filled with Yoongi's favorite fried chicken managed to distract both of you. You didn't even bother moving everything to the dining table. The boxes of food quickly took over the small table in front of the living room couch, complete with fries, cold drinks, and an amount of sauce that, according to Yoongi, "had to be a lot or it wouldn't taste good."
"Do you want a plate?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"It's better this way."
"You really are..."
"I know. Practical."
You could only chuckle as you opened the food containers. It was kind of funny. Just a few hours ago, this person had been standing on a stage in Busan with thousands of people screaming his name. Now he was sitting in your apartment's living room, seriously deciding which piece of fried chicken was the biggest.
The television had been on the whole time. Somehow, the two of you ended up watching a crime series that had been getting a lot of attention over the past few weeks. The story was pretty intense, full of mysteries and plot twists that demanded the audience's full attention.
And apparently… Min Yoongi was the type of person who genuinely investigated the case while watching a crime series.
"That's not the culprit."
"How do you know?"
"Look at his shoes."
You looked at the screen.
"I don't see anything."
"That's the clue."
"They're just black shoes."
"They're different."
"Are you serious?"
"I am."
You laughed softly as you picked up a piece of chicken.
Yoongi had already forgotten that the two of you were eating. His eyes were fixed on the television, one hand holding fried chicken while the other grabbed fries without even looking. Every now and then, he'd frown whenever he spotted something suspicious.
"Are you watching or investigating?"
"Both."
"Can you relax?"
"No. That guy is lying."
You shook your head, laughing.
And because he was so focused on being a detective, Yoongi didn't realize his eating was starting to get messy.
His favorite fried chicken came with plenty of sauce. On top of that, he was eating it with his hands. As a result, both of his hands were covered in sauce, and there was even a little bit smeared at the corner of his lips.
You watched him for a few seconds. He still didn't notice.
"Yoongi."
"Hm?"
"That's not the culprit."
"See? I told you—"
"No."
"Then?"
"That."
"What?"
You pointed at his face. He looked confused.
"You've got sauce."
"Oh."
But instead of wiping it off, Yoongi simply turned back to the television.
"Later."
"It'll dry."
"Later."
You let out a quiet sigh.
Seriously.
You grabbed a tissue from the table and leaned a little closer.
"Stay still."
"Hm?"
"Don't move."
For the first time, Yoongi actually turned to look at you.
You gently wiped away the little bit of sauce at the corner of his lips. It was such a simple gesture, lasting only a few seconds. But somehow, the moment you did, Yoongi suddenly froze.
Completely frozen.
You finished and smiled softly. "There."
No answer.
You blinked.
"Yoongi?"
He was still looking at you.
"...What?"
"What's wrong?"
"Hm?"
"Why are you so quiet?"
"I'm not quiet."
"You are."
"No."
"You even forgot to watch the show."
Only then did Yoongi glance back at the television. The scene had already changed quite a bit.
"Oh."
You started getting suspicious.
"Yoongi..."
"Hm?"
"...are you embarrassed?"
"What?"
"Are you embarrassed?"
"No."
"You are."
"No."
You couldn't stop yourself from laughing.
"Huh? Min Yoongi is embarrassed?"
"I'm not embarrassed."
"Usually you're the one making me flustered."
"I'm perfectly normal."
"You sure?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he kept looking at you. You tilted your head in confusion.
"What?"
"Wait."
"What?"
"Was your hair like that earlier?"
You instinctively touched your head.
Your hair had been tied into a messy bun since the afternoon. A few strands had escaped and fallen around your face after spending so long lounging on the couch. You weren't wearing much makeup either. Just a little bit that had already faded after a full day.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"If it's nothing, why are you staring at me?"
Yoongi shook his head.
"You're just cute."
"Me?"
"Yeah."
You raised an eyebrow.
"How am I cute?"
"Well..."
He paused.
"...cute."
"That's not an explanation."
"I don't know how to explain it."
A smile slowly spread across your face.
"Oh..."
"What?"
"You're embarrassed, aren't you?"
"I'm not embarrassed."
"You're flustered."
"No."
"You're never like this."
Yoongi let out a small sigh and laughed to himself.
"You know what?"
"What?"
"Sometimes I think."
"Think about what?"
"It's weird."
"What's weird?"
He looked down at his hands, which still had a little sauce on them.
"We've been together for almost a year."
"Yeah."
"We've spent a lot of time together."
"Yeah."
"We've watched movies."
"Yeah."
"We've gone out."
"Yeah."
"We've..."
He paused for a second with a small smile.
"...well, we've done a lot."
You laughed.
"Yeah."
"But sometimes..."
He looked back at you.
"...I still get nervous."
You genuinely hadn't expected that answer.
"You?"
"Yeah."
"Min Yoongi?"
"Yeah."
"The guy who performs in front of tens of thousands of people?"
"Yeah."
"The guy who pretends he's not scared of anything?"
"I never said that."
You couldn't stop smiling.
"When?"
"Hm?"
"When do you get nervous?"
Yoongi thought for quite a while. "Like earlier."
"When?"
"When you wiped the sauce off."
You burst out laughing.
"Huh?"
"I'm serious."
"It was just a tissue."
"I know."
"It was just sauce."
"I know."
"So?"
Yoongi shrugged. "I don't know."
"You're weird."
"I think so too."
The two of you laughed together.
The television was still playing in front of you. Whoever the murderer was, you'd both completely lost track of the story several minutes ago.
"You know what's even weirder?"
"What?"
"I've held your hand before."
"Yeah."
"I've hugged you."
"Yeah."
"I've kissed you."
You nodded softly.
"But when you wiped the sauce off my lips..."
He laughed quietly and shook his head. "...I suddenly didn't know where to look."
You stared at him for a few seconds before your mischievous smile returned. "Oh?"
"What?"
"Min Yoongi is embarrassed."
"I'm not embarrassed."
"You're in love, aren't you?"
Yoongi stayed quiet.
"Yoongi?"
"Hm?"
"You're in love, aren't you?"
He smiled softly. It was a smile you were slowly learning by heart, the one that always appeared whenever he was trying to hide something.
"...I think so."
"What do you mean, you think so?"
"Because I've never been like this before."
"You make that hard to believe."
"I can hardly believe it myself."
"What?"
"I can perform concerts and rap in front of a packed stadium."
"Yeah."
"But you sitting here on the couch with your messy bun, your makeup almost gone, holding a tissue..."
He laughed softly before continuing.
"...somehow makes me nervous."
You looked at him for a long moment before laughing along.
"We've been together for almost a year."
"Yeah."
"We've seen each other so many times."
"Yeah."
"How is that still possible?"
Yoongi grabbed another tissue to clean his hands. After that, he leaned back against the couch and looked at you.
"Maybe that's a good thing."
"Why?"
"If I still get nervous every time I see you..."
He smiled softly before picking up another piece of chicken, as though he'd just remembered he hadn't finished dinner.
"...then it means I'll never get tired of you."
You failed to hide your smile. Then, a few seconds later, you noticed something strange.
"Yoongi."
"Hm?"
"You got embarrassed because I wiped the sauce off earlier."
"Yeah."
"But now..."
"What?"
"...you've got sauce on your face again."
Yoongi instantly froze.
You laughed so hard you could barely speak, while Yoongi simply covered his face with one hand and let out a defeated sigh.
"I'm not watching the crime series anymore."
"Why?"
"I have to stay on guard around you."
And for the rest of the night, the murderer on television might have successfully escaped the detective's pursuit, because Min Yoongi, who usually looked like the calmest person in the world, was far too busy getting flustered every time you picked up a tissue and smiled at him.
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Author Notes: This was actually supposed to be a oneshot, but Tumblr wouldn't let me post it all in one part, so I had to split it into two. I'll be posting Part 2 in the next few days. Hmm... do you think I've been posting too much? 🥹 I'm starting to worry that you guys might get tired of seeing my stories. I have quite a lot of drafts waiting to be posted, and I feel like if I leave them sitting for too long, they won't feel as relevant anymore.
ⅼ Summary: You have always dreamed of coming to Korea. Now you're here, and everything is going perfectly. You're studying Korean and making new friends, until you run into BTS' Yoongi in your professor's office and get pulled into something nothing could prepare you for.
ⅼ Themes: Implied age gap; Y/N is a female language student, and Yoongi is an idol; romance; kidnapping (side char); mentions of the mafia in later chapters (this is not a mafia ff, it is a brief situation)
ⅼ Warnings: Later chapters will have smut; under 18 is not encouraged, but I can't really stop you
ⅼ A/N: I'm going ahead and putting this up so that you all can get some more story, especially since I don't know what my schedule will look like once college starts back up. But that is a next-month problem. For now, just enjoy the story. This will be a bit of a slow-burn-oriented story, so you will have to wait a bit for the smut, sorry! I hope you enjoy!
After arriving at your off-campus housing, you stare blankly around the room. You've spent the last hour or so unpacking everything, and now you're not sure what to do with yourself. You pull out your phone and check what time it is where your parents are. Seeing it's about seven in the morning there, you send her a quick text, letting her know you made it to your new place.
Connecting your computer to the WiFi, you pull up your syllabus and start preparing for your first class.
After a while, your phone starts buzzing, your mom's name popping up on the screen. You quickly answer it, excited to tell her about your new friend. "Hey!" you answer excitedly.
"Hey! How's your dorm?" she asks.
"Great! I've already got everything unpacked, so I was studying for my class on Monday," you reply.
"That's smart. Is your roommate there yet?" she asks for the thousandth time since you applied to language school.
You sigh. "Mom, I've already told you. I live in a one-student place. No roommate."
"Oh, that's right. I can only keep so much in my brain," she laughs a little. "Are you happy there?"
"Yeah! I met a nice girl on the subway ride over. She's from Alaska, and her name's Park Jung-Young. We're going to hang out sometime soon," you ramble in excitement.
"That's fantastic!" she replies. "I'm glad you have someone to talk to already."
You feel your stomach growl and realize you haven't had dinner yet, and it's getting pretty late. "I need to have dinner, but I'll talk to you soon!"
"Okay! I love you!" you can hear the smile in her voice.
"Love you too! Bye!" You hang up, then go in search of food. You do a quick check to see if the cafeteria is open, but find it isn't. You dig a granola bar out of your purse and eat it before going to bed.
You wake up late, much too late to visit the church you'd wanted to attend. Groaning, you roll over and glance at your phone. 11:30. Lovely.
You roll out of bed and slowly begin your day, mapping to the nearest coffee shop as you brush your teeth. Throwing on some jeans and an oversized shirt, you tie your hair back and make your way there.
The shop is mostly empty, since most people have been awake for hours. You order some matcha and a muffin, then pick a table and start texting Jung-Young, "Do you have plans for tonight? I saw there's a K-pop concert, so I thought we could grab dinner and then go. I can find some resale tickets or something."
She's already texting back, "OH MY GOD! WHICH BAND?!?"
You laugh to yourself, then respond, "BTS."
Your phone immediately blows up with a bunch of short messages, "Absolutely!" "Who is your bias?" "What are you gonna wear??" "Should we get merch?" "I'm freaking out! I can't wait!!"
You interrupt her texting frenzy, "Do you want to go shopping with me in about twenty minutes? We can go to KTown4U or something. And my bias is Yoongi."
Your phone blows up again: "Oki, let's do that." "Also, Yoongi?? We must get you all the merch!"
You wolf down the rest of your muffin and grab your matcha, heading to buy a T-Money card and catch a bus. On the bus ride, you read an ebook to pass the time. The trip passes by in a blur, and you arrive faster than you expected. Jung-Young had texted you again, suggesting you meet at the bus stop, but you don't see her.
You send her a quick text, "Where are you?"
As usual, she responds immediately, "I'm at the bus stop, where are you?"
You glance around, but still don't see her, "No, you're not..."
"Wait...I think we're at different bus stops lol. I'll send you my location," she replies.
A link appears, and you click it. Directions pop up to Jung-Young's location, and you start walking. You spot her soon, and jog over to her, waving to get her attention.
"Have you eaten?" she asks as soon as you're in earshot.
You nod, "Sort of. I had a muffin from a coffee shop over by campus."
"Matcha? Really?" she comments, looking at the cup in your hand. "I would've guessed a caramel macchiato, with you being a BTS fan."
You shake your head, the song "Coffee" now mercilessly stuck in your head, "I only really have those for a treat, plus there's so much sugar in the caramel."
"It's not too far to KTown4U, we can just walk," she switches the subject, and you follow closely, not wanting to get lost in the crowds of people at the bus stop.
When you arrive in the store, the line to get in is huge. Apparently everyone and their sister decided to come shopping today. You wait for what feels like forever before finally making it inside. You spot the shelf of lightsticks, but the BTS ones are completely sold out. You ask an employee if you could order one for pickup at the concert, but he tells you that isn't something he can do. He tells you there may be some at the merch stands if you get there early enough.
Disappointed, you head off to find Jung-Young. You find her with her arms overflowing with albums, arriving just in time to watch her drop half her haul on the floor. You laugh and help her pick them up, then wait patiently while she checks out.
You make plans to meet for dinner before the concert, before heading your separate ways.
summary: rough sex, blood money, drugs, gang related activity, and murder; five things you never predicted to experience in your simple life. not until you opened your mouth and caught his attention.
pairings: gang leader!yoongi x f!reader.
warnings: smut, gunplay, drugs, drug addiction, dark!yoongi, drug lord!yoongi, strong language, gang violence, blood and gore, murder, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behavior, abuse, cheating, angst, fluff, dubcon, implied noncon (not from yoongi but within his gang with his knowledge), 18+, minors dni.
word count: 4.2k.
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You tossed and turned in your bed as the obnoxious sound of banging carries through your apartment. You snatch your pillow from under your head, placing it over your ears in hopes to drown out the sound. Sadly, it helped very little. “Ugh!” You groan, tossing the pillow to the floor in frustration. “GO THE FUCK AWAY!” You shout. The banging abruptly stops, and you sigh in contentment.
Just as you were prepared to close your eyes again, your phone started to ring. You let out a loud whine, deciding to give up on slumber at this point. Looks like resting wasn’t in your favor. You grab your phone from your nightstand, the screen flashing your best friend, Mina’s, contact name. You accept the call, only to be ear assaulted by her shouting from the other side. “OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!”
You pull the phone from your ear, cringing as though she had burst your eardrums. You don’t even dignify her with a response before you end the call. Of course Mina would be the one banging on your door like she’s being chased by a masked killer.
You swing your legs over your mattress, sliding on your house slippers that you kept on standby beside your bed. Purposely procrastinating, you take your delicate time, trying to stretch away your exhaustion. You saunter towards your living room, making no effort to rush and open the door. Mina begins to impatiently bang on the door again. “I’m coming! Geez!” You unlock your door, pulling it open to expose your displeased friend. “Took you long enough.” She simply walks past you, entering your abode without your permission.
You shut your door, looking back at Mina as she takes a seat at your dining table. “What was so important that you had to drive to my place and bang on my door like a lunatic?” You questioned the blonde. She squints her eyes, her mouth dropping in disbelief. “Did you forget we were supposed to go out for lunch today?” She crosses her arms.
“Of course I didn’t forget,” you say, taking a seat in the chair across from her. “I thought we were doing that at like 2:00?”
Mina raises a brow at you. “Um… newsflash, it’s 1:50 right now.”
Your eyes widened. There was no way it was already the evening time. You felt like you had just dozed off in bed not too long ago. You check for the time on your microwave for clarity, pouting when you realize she wasn’t telling a story. “Fuck…” you rub your cheeks with the palm of your hands. “I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I overslept.”
“It’s fine,” she shrugs. “It’s not too late to still go.”
The two of you weren’t going anywhere exotic for lunch. Just going out for ramen at Makoto. You worked there as a server, so you got a discount on food. Why not take the advantage? Especially since you didn’t make enough money to eat anywhere else, and you’d hate for Mina to have to pay for both of your meals. “What has you so tired anyway?” She asks, pretending like she couldn’t get a clue. “Like you don’t know.” You roll your eyes.
“Ooooh,” she smirks, wiggling her eyebrows. “Did you finally give Kookie the cookie?”
You giggled, shaking your head. You wished that’s how the night went. Although, you still enjoyed yourself because any moment spent with Jungkook was still time well spent. “No, not yet. He hasn’t pursued anything, so I don’t think he’s ready.” You rest your chin into the palm of your hand. “What the hell is he waiting for? Your wedding day?” She turns up her nose.
“I think he’s waiting until we make our relationship official. We’re still just at the talking stage.”
You’ve known Jungkook since high school. He started off as your best friend, next to Mina. He was always there for you, lending you a shoulder to cry on when you were going through a breakup, or listening to you vent. You’ve had feelings for him for years, and it almost felt like a daydream when you both came clean three months ago; now you were trying to see where things go, and so far it’s been everything you’ve hoped for. Except for the lack of sex, which surprises you to care so much about considering you’ve never had sex with anyone before. Yet, you’ve craved it so much recently.
“Well, he better make things official soon because there is nothing better than sex.” she bit down on her bottom lip, practically drooling as she reminisced about her sexual conquests with her boyfriend, Jin. “Yeah, I bet.” You chuckle. “Don’t get any slob on my table, whore.” You stand up from your seat, figuring that you’ve wasted enough of your lunch time sleeping as it is. You didn’t want to waste anymore of it by gossiping about sex.
You head back to your bedroom, pulling open your wardrobe as you search for something to throw on. Mina follows behind you, plopping down in your bed with a light bounce. “So, is Kookie coming over again tonight?”
“Probably not,” you flip through your clothes like a photo album, taking hangers from the bars to see what looked good on you. “I have work tomorrow, and I cannot risk waking up late again.”
You didn’t have the luxury of being late for work like most folks did. It was hard enough for you to find good paying work since you didn’t finish nursing school like Mina. You want to go back, but you didn’t have the funds to pay for college, and your apartment at the same time. You only made like $15/hr working at Makoto, and your checks from that went to your rent, and other bills. You couldn’t even afford a car. You had to take the bus to travel.
You finalize your outfit choice, going with a mini floral print spaghetti strap dress. “How’re things going with Jin?” You query, undressing yourself before you slip on the red dress. “We’re pretty good, except I feel like he’s hiding something from me. He’s been really anxious lately, but when I ask him about it he says he’s fine,” she shrugs. “I’m trying not to overthink it. Maybe he has a lot on his plate with work and everything. He hasn’t been making any sales in real estate, and is afraid he might be jobless soon.”
“Yikes,” you walk into your bathroom to brush your teeth. “That must be tough on him.” You grab your toothbrush from its holder, taking the tube of toothpaste and squeezing it onto the bristles. “Yeah.” She sighs. You felt for your best friend. Nothing sucks more than watching your significant other go through a rough time, but for Mina it was much worse because she absolutely loved and adored Jin.
You spit and rinsed in the sink, washing your toothbrush off before placing it back in the holder. While the water was still running, you took the opportunity to splash your face with the cooling liquid, making sure to clean away the crust from your eyes. Once you turn off the faucet, you grab a towel from the rack and dry your wet face.
“Are you done yet? No need to get all fancy for some ramen.” Mina complained, which prompted you to roll your eyes. You weren’t even taking that long. You usually take a considerable amount of time getting ready on a regular day. Jungkook could definitely attest to that, seeing as he’s always whining about you ‘taking 40 hours to get ready’.
You grab your white air forces, and a pair of socks from your closet, slipping them on. “Okay, I’m ready to go.”
“Finally.” She jumps up from your mattress. “I’m literally starving. I felt like I could pass out from hunger any second now.”
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic.” You grab your purse from your wardrobe, and your cellphone from the nightstand before the two of you make your way back into the living room. You grab your unit keys from the hook by your front door, the two of you heading out. As you were locking the door, your neighbor Hoseok exits out of his apartment. “Ladies,” He smiles, locking his door as well. “Grand rising.”
“Oh, hey, Hoseok. Grand rising to you too,” You return back the smile. “Where’re you headed to today?” You ask, dropping your key into your purse. “Just going to check the mail,” He laughs. “How about you, lovelies?”
“We’re heading to Makoto for lunch.”
Hoseok hums lightly, nodding his head. “Mmm, I love Makoto. Bring me back some rice cakes?”
“Of course.” You giggle.
“You’re a real one.” He lightly pats your shoulder before going on his way. Once he was far enough away, Mina spoke up. “He’s such a weirdo.” She snarls, shaking her head as she watches Hoseok walk down the hall. You shrug. “I think he’s eccentric, but in a good way.”
“Whatever you say. I think he watches you through his peephole when you’re coming or going.” She jokes. “You’re such a bitch.” You chuckle, nudging her with your elbow. As you and Mina walk to the exit of the building, your phone vibrates from the inside of your purse. You pull it out, peering at the contact name. “Kookie cake 🍪🍰”.
You smile upon seeing Jungkook’s contact name, answering quickly before it sends him to voicemail. “Hey.” You greet him giddily. “Hey, beautiful.” You could tell he was smiling on the other end. “What’re you up to?” You ask. Not that you needed to. You could hear the buzzing in the background, which tells you that he’s at work. Jungkook worked at a tattoo parlor as one of the main tattoo artists and piercers there. He usually doesn’t have time to call you when he’s at work, being that he’s always so busy with clients.
“I’m at work,” he lets out a sigh. “One of my clients doesn’t come in until 3:30, so I took this time to hear your angelic voice.”
You felt your cheeks heat up. Mina looked over at you, making kissy faces. You make it outside, the sun blazing down on you. It had to be about 80°C out today. “Well, I’m glad you called. I wanted to tell you that you made me late for my lunch date with Mina today.” You approach the passenger side of Mina’s silver Chevy Cruze, waiting for her to unlock the door. “Oh, you’re blaming me?” Jungkook laughs. “I seem to recall a certain someone begging for me to stay longer.”
“Wow, expose me much?”
Mina unlocks the car, and you pull open the door before climbing inside. She starts up the engine, looking over at you. “Alright, lovebirds. Talk to each other later, I want to play music.” You roll your eyes. She wouldn’t be saying that if it was her on the phone talking to Jin. “I guess I have to get off the phone, Mina’s being a hater since she’s not on the phone with her man.”
She throws a glare your way, childishly sticking her tongue out at you. “Alright, Angel. Call me later?”
“You know I will.” You say your goodbyes, then end the call. “Thank you.” Mina turns on her radio, turning the volume to the highest it could go. The drive to Makoto wasn’t a long drive. From your apartment it was about 8 minutes away. You usually had to take the bus there on scheduled work days as the walk took an hour or so.
“Hope we find a table, it looks crowded today.” Mina makes the observation, seeing that the restaurant’s parking spaces were nearly full. “They usually are on Friday.” You inform her. You’ve worked plenty of Fridays to know. Mina manages to locate a parking spot not too far from the entrance, and pulls into it. “I can’t wait to stuff my face with dumplings.” Mina licked her lips like an animal deprived of food.
“Their dumplings aren’t that good.” You shake your head. Maybe you only felt that way because you worked here, and are constantly having Mr. Kim make you dumplings. After a while they started to make you sick. The bell rings as you two walk through the entrance. “Hey, Jimin.” You greet your co-worker as he’s taking a customer’s order. “Hey, Y/N. Are you here to help out today?” He peers over at you with a smile.
“As if. I’m going to enjoy my day off while I can,” you laugh. “Any tables left?” You ask, looking around. The restaurant was crowded just as Mina thought. “Yeah, we’ve got one more table left. You’re lucky.” After he finishes up taking orders, he leads the way to an empty table. You and Mina take a seat, and Jimin flips to a blank page on his notepad. “I’m guessing you girls already know what you want?”
Mina piped up immediately, already making up her mind before you got there. “Dumplings.” Jimin scribbled down her order. “Anything to drink?” He asks. “Water will do.” Jimin nods, looking over at you. “Let me guess, dumplings for you too?”
“Wrong. I'm not a total cliché. I’m getting Hakodate ramen.”
Jimin smirked, taking down your order. “Anything to drink?” He scribbles something else down in the notepad. “I’ll take a water too.” Jimin flips the notepad your way, showing you that he had already written it down. “Guess you are a total cliché.” You roll your eyes, waving him off. “Just go put in our orders.”
He chuckles, leaving your table to head back into the kitchen. “He seriously wants to fuck you.” Mina blurted. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head at the unexpected assumption. “Don’t be ridiculous, he knows I’m seeing Jungkook.”
“What’s your point? Guys don’t care if you have a man or not. If you gave him an opening he’d take it in a heartbeat. Trust me.” she whispers as she notices Jimin walking back over with your waters. He sat the glasses down on the table, then pulled out a pair of red chopsticks for the both of you to take. “Your food won’t take too long, I’ll be back with it shortly.” He smiles down at you before walking back to the kitchen. Mina stares at him as he walks away, a grin on her face. “If I were you, I’d fuck him.”
“Not a chance. I care about Jungkook way too much.”
“That’s cute and all, but you need to burst that cherry at some point, and Jungkook is taking his sweet time.” She takes a sip of her water. You didn’t see what was so wrong with that. Most women would find it attractive to know a guy is taking his time with sex. You did. It showed that he didn’t just see you as a sexual object. As much as you wanted to lose your virginity, you respected him for wanting to wait. It honestly made you feel more important to him. You knew you weren’t going to be Jungkook’s first–you weren’t even going to be his second or third, but for some reason it brought you comfort knowing he valued you enough to take it slow unlike he did with other girls.
Jimin comes back to the table with your food in hand, handing Mina her dumplings, then sitting your ramen in front of you. “Here you go, ladies.”
“Thanks, Jiminie.” You grab your chopsticks, pulling them apart. “No problem. Enjoy–” Jimin is cut off by the bell of the entrance door ringing. His expression suddenly looks distressed, and sickly. “Uh…. are you okay?” You ask, following his gaze towards the entrance. When you look to see what caught his attention, your eyes are fixed on a group of men standing there. You noticed that the entire restaurant seemed to quiet down upon these men's arrival, the atmosphere not as family friendly as before. Some of the people whisper amongst themselves, not daring to speak aloud.
“Can we get some fuckin’ service around here?” A taller guy within the group calls out, staring directly at Jimin. Jimin sighs, walking over to the flock of degenerates. You turn to look at Mina, her face was just as confused. “Am I missing something, who are these guys?” You whisper to her. “I don’t know, but they’re giving off some bad energy. Let’s hurry and eat so we can go.”
“I’m sorry, but we’re out of tables right now. The wait time is going to be about 30 minutes.” Jimin explains to the men, but they clearly aren’t having it. “Why wait when we can find a table for ourselves right now?” The lanky man snarls, shoving Jimin out of the way as they stride through the restaurant anyway, laughing as Jimin seemed to freeze up instead of stopping them. The group of men are looking at tables, as though they’re shopping for who’s they’re going to take. People turn their heads, trying to avoid eye contact as they do so.
They end up stopping in front of an elderly couple, and the taller one speaks again. He must’ve been the leader of the group, with the way he seemed to take charge. “You’re being booted, oldheads. Give us your table.” The older woman looks towards her husband, awaiting for him to speak up. “You should learn to respect your elders, young man. We’re still eating here.”
The group of men snickered, clearly not giving a damn about respect of any kind. “You think we give a fuck? Get up, or we’ll make you get up.” Your eyebrows furrow, the threat not sitting right with you. Mina notices your expression, knowing it all too well. “Don’t you dare say anything. Stay out of it.” She warns, not wanting the attention of these men on you. One thing about you is that you didn’t take too well to bullying. You were always standing up for people, and judging by the fear oozing off of everyone at the restaurant, you’re the only one that was willing to do it. Even Mina was scared.
The elderly couple ignored the group, clearly having no self awareness about the potential danger of the situation. The lanky guy shares a look with a raven haired man, almost like they were speaking to each other telepathically. “Handle it.” The raven commands the taller one. Those two simple words were all he needed to hear as he snatched the elderly woman from the table, prompting the older woman to scream out. “Hey, what the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Her husband shouts. “I told you to get the fuck up or we were going to move you.”
You noticed that everyone looked mortified by the ordeal, but still made no effort to help. Who were these guys that made everyone here too terrified to even speak? “Let go, you’re hurting me!” The older woman cries out. You couldn’t take the sight anymore, you refused to cower and watch these men harass the elderly like everyone else; you slam your hand on your table, taking a stand. “Why don’t you assholes just leave them the fuck alone?” Your outburst catches the eyes of everyone in the restaurant, some shaking their head at you like you were a fool. Mina slides down in her seat, wishing she could hide from this confrontation.
“Mind your fuckin’ business, bitch.” The lanky man spat, glaring at you like you were insane to be talking to them like that. “This just became my business, so how about you just walk the fuck out of here and find a different place to eat.” You snap back at him, your glare just as vicious. You were probably making a mistake by opening your mouth, seeing as you were heavily outnumbered, but you couldn’t turn back now. “How about we take your table then?” Mina is quietly whispering ‘no, no, no’, hoping that it didn’t come down to that. You knew she was going to be unbelievably pissed at you if it did.
“Try and take my table.” You challenge him.
That was the straw that broke the camel’s back; the man shoves the older woman back into her seat before he stalks over to your table. The way he’s approaching you looks so threatening, and you feel that you have no choice but to defend yourself. You grab your chopsticks from the table, tightly gripping the wooden sticks in your hand as you brace yourself for a showdown. “Joon,” the lanky man halts in place just as he’s about to grab you, and looks back at his posse. “Head outside and take a breather.” The raven speaks calmly.
Joon pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, not even bothering to argue back with the order given to him. He looks at you with an evil glower and points his slim finger in your face. “You just lucked out, bitch.” He storms out of the restaurant, the bell dinging as he exits. You’re still holding the chopsticks as the raven now approaches you, his hands in the pockets of the green letterman jacket he adorned. The way he commanded the Joon guy told you well enough that he was the one in charge. “I apologize on behalf of my friend there. He was a little out of line,”
‘A little??’
Even though this man was apologizing to you, there was something about him that sent chills down your spine. The way he looked into your eyes felt like he was trying to take your soul. He had eyes like the devil. They were dark, cold, lifeless even. He actually intimidated you more than the tall one, which you felt showed through the way your legs quivered like they were about to give out at any second. He looked so cool and collected, the disturbance he and his crew caused having no effect on him. It was like he worried about nothing, and feared no one. His eyes shift from you, to the chopsticks in your hand. “Were you planning on stabbing my friend with those?”
You look down at the chopsticks as well. “If… if I had to.” You answer truthfully, swallowing the lump in the back of your throat. The raven smirks, running his tongue across his bottom lip as if the thought turned him on. “You’re brave,” his eyes roam your body in an uncomfortable, predatory kind of way. “I like you.”
Those were the last words he spoke to you before turning away, deciding to leave the restaurant like you requested them to do. He jerks his head towards the exit, signifying for his crew to follow him out. You wait for them to fully depart before you drop your chopsticks to the floor and collapse back into your seat. Your heart was beating so fast, you really were doubting your decision, not knowing how it would’ve turned out. Jimin runs to your aid, finally doing something useful after letting those guys punk him.
“Are you okay?” He asks. You simply nod, not having the words to speak. “Who the fuck were those guys?” Mina spoke up after also leaving you to basically battle alone. “Trouble, and I can’t believe Y/N just stood up to them like that. Those guys are dangerous, I don’t even know how you’re still breathing after talking to them the way you did,” Jimin shakes his head in wariness. “The tall guy with the big mouth was Kim Nam-Joon, and the nonchalant one was Min Yoongi. He’s the one in charge, if you didn’t notice. I’ve heard horror stories about that guy, like that he stabbed a dude in the neck with chopsticks and killed him,”
You snap your head up at him, your eyes wide. ‘He killed someone with chopsticks?’ Were you really in the face of a serious threat? You could tell that those guys weren’t like normal bullies you’ve stepped to, but you never imagined them being notorious enough to have heinous stories told about them. “I really can’t believe that you survived that.” Jimin repeats again, making you sick to your stomach. “Okay, you’re not helping. At least she did something, unlike you.” Mina snapped. Jimin threw his hands up in defense. “Hey, I’m a man. I might have not been so lucky if I pulled what Y/N did. The only reason she got out of that situation unscathed is because she’s an attractive girl.”
“Can we please get the check?” Someone calls from a different table, catching Jimin’s attention.“Be right there.” He squeezes your shoulder in a comforting way before leaving you alone to get back to his scheduled work. You sat in silence, your appetite lost. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Mina pressed. You nod again, reassuring her. You’re alive, right? Why wouldn’t you be? “What we should take from this situation is… I told you not to get involved.” You whipped your head in her direction, your mouth gaped at her insensitivity. She shrugs, taking a sip of her water.
“Excuse me?” You look to see the older woman and her husband walking towards you. “Yes?” You smile at the couple, taking solace in knowing that you risked your safety for them and that they were okay in the end. “We want to say thank you for standing up for us,” The older woman reaches out, taking your hands in hers. “Thank you so much.”
“It was no problem,” You lightly squeezed her hands. “I’d do it again.”
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ⅼ Summary: You have always dreamed of coming to Korea. Now you're here, and everything is going perfectly. You're studying Korean and making new friends, until you run into BTS' Yoongi in your professor's office and get pulled into something nothing could prepare you for.
ⅼ Themes: Implied age gap; Y/N is a female language student, Yoongi is an idol; romance; kidnapping (side char); mentions of the mafia in later chapters
ⅼ Warnings: Later chapters will have smut, under 18 is not encouraged, but I can't really stop you.
ⅼ A/N: This is my first time writing on Tumblr, so hopefully this goes well. I sometimes use random "fancy" words because it's fun, but it will always be understandable. The first few chapters are going to focus on establishing Y/N's character, so bear with me. I hope you enjoy reading my delulu-ness!
Your heart is pounding as you pull your suitcase through the airport. Moving to Korea has been your goal for years, and you've almost managed it. You're just one flight away.
Your mom taps you on the shoulder, "Are you sure you have everything?" You stop walking to face her. She's been asking you that since she drove you to the airport.
"Yes, I'm sure," you reply in exasperation.
"Are you sure? Do you have your phone?" she presses. You sigh and hold up your phone, the screen lighting up automatically to show your background. Your mom makes a face, "You should change that before you embarrass yourself."
You grin, looking down at your phone, seeing a picture of Yoongi stare back at you. You start to respond to your mom when an announcement comes over the loudspeaker.
Flight to Seoul, South Korea, boarding in fifteen minutes
"I have to go, I don't want to be late," you say, bouncing a little on the balls of your feet.
"Okay, let me know when you land." Your mom hugs you tightly.
"It's gonna be ungodly early here when I land," you point out.
Your mom nods, "I know. But I need to know when you make it safe."
You nod, before hugging her again and heading to catch your flight. "Love you, mom!"
When you make it to the plane, you buckle in quickly, practically vibrating in your seat as you wait for the plane to take off. A display in the back of the seat in front of you shows the estimated flight time. Just over fifteen hours, and you'll finally be in Korea. You take out your phone and earbuds, playing your favorite Agust D song, "Haegeum." You pull out a book and try to distract myself until the plane takes off.
Once the plane takes off, you decide to sleep for most of the flight. When you wake up, the display says it's only five hours until you land. You pull out your phone and connect to the plane's WiFi, pulling up the new music video for "Merry Go Round." You're absorbed in the video when a notification pops up. Clicking on it, you see someone posted pictures from a BTS concert. You smile and scroll through the pictures to find Yoongi, taking a screenshot and saving it. You then go back to watching videos for the rest of the flight.
You jump a little when a voice comes over the loudspeakers, saying the plane will be landing soon. You shove your phone and book into your purse and look out the plane's window. As you descend, you can see Seoul beneath you, and you're practically vibrating in your seat.
Once you land, you squirm and fidget as you wait for the aisle to clear enough for you to get off. When you finally make it off the plane, you're hit with the realization that you're actually here and not just daydreaming. You made it.
When you make it through customs and out into the city, you can't help but stare. There's so much to see, you don't know where to look. Giant skyscrapers surround you, covered in huge screens advertising dozens of products and companies; it's overwhelming.
As you make it to the subway bound for Seoul National University, you repeat Korean phrases to yourself, tugging your suitcase with you. When the subway pulls into the station, you scramble onto it, only to realize you don't have a way to pay yet. You'd forgotten you need a T-Money card to pay for public transportation. You're apologizing profusely to the other passengers when you hear a voice behind you say, "I'll pay."
Turning around, you see a girl around your age, holding her card ready. "Thank you so much!" you exclaim, grateful.
After she pays, the two of you sit together as you ride to the university. After several long minutes of silence, she introduces herself. "My name is Park Jung-Young," she says in clear English, and you can't help but look at her in surprise. She is very clearly Korean, yet she speaks fluent English and doesn't have an overtly strong accent.
"My name is Y/N," you oblige. "Where are you from?"
"Anchorage, Alaska. We moved there when I was six, but I've always wanted to come back to Korea," she replies.
"That's kind of cool! I've been wanting to come here to study Korean since I was fifteen," you exclaim.
You talk to Jung-Young during the rest of the trip to Seoul National University, telling her the more sane reasons you want to learn Korean. She tells you she wants to become a stylist at KQ. You tease her, trying to get her to tell you exactly who's stylist she wants to be, but she refuses to tell you.
When you arrive at the university, you exchange numbers and plan to meet up soon.
a/n: this is my first time posting a fic ever on tumblr so please give me grace if it sucks ass i'm so sorry 🥲
pairing: Song Mingi x Fem Reader
genre: fantasy AU
rating: 18+, minors are prohibited. you will be burned at the stake if you read this!
summary: literally just me thirsting after vampire mingi nothing more nothing less :3
word count: 868
warnings: nothing too crazy, implied sex. please don't interact if you're a minor or uncomfortable with sexual content!
He was the monster under your bed. The story your parents told to warn against disobedience and sneaking out at night. They warned you about him, and did you listen?
Of course not.
The night you met him was the night you lost your soul to the god of depravity.
It was a cool winter’s night, as all stories like these start, and you had snuck out to see the stars. You didn’t care to bring a jacket with you. “Just a quick look.” you promised yourself.
Oh darling. How wrong you were.
Quick as snow melting on skin, a man was before you. He smelled of spices, musk, and a coppery tang that seemed familiar. “You’re out much past dark, darling. Are you lost?” he asks in a silky smooth baritone that spoke of stolen kisses and whispered desires. You’re stunned at his presence. Why would such an ungodly beautiful man be talking to you?
“I- I came here to see the stars. It’s the first clear night all winter.” you stammer out. You shiver slightly, whether from the cold or from the man’s heated stare, you weren’t sure. He chuckles lowly, the sound sending tingles up your spine.
“The stars cannot possibly hope to match your radiance.” He murmurs, stepping closer to you. You can feel the heat of his body as he stops just inches away from you. His deep brown eyes seem to draw you in, luring you closer, closer. Your skin flushes with his comment, and he reaches out to brush his cold, cold fingers over your cheek. “What a beautiful color.”
“I- who are you?” You ask, your breath stolen away by his mere presence. He chuckles again.
“Some would call me Satan. Some would call me a nightmare born from the depths of Tartarus. But you, darling? You may call me Mingi.” He says, his perfectly pink lips curved in a devilish grin. A shiver races up your spine. You should run. You should leave. But you can’t bring yourself to.
“What are you doing here, if you’re Satan, the devil incarnate?” You ask. He laughs.
“I’m simply enjoying the hunt.” He says. Another shiver goes up your spine. Another warning you ignore.
“What do you mean? What hunt? Who’s hunting me?” You ask. They say curiosity killed the cat, and right now, you were the cat, you were the prey, but you ignored the warning signs. Mingi laughs again.
“Why, the hunt for you, darling. The hunt to take you, taste you, ruin you.” He says huskily, stepping closer, resting his hands on your hips, tugging your body closer.
Oh darling. You should’ve run while you had the chance.
He leans his head in, his heated breath skating across the bare skin of your neck and shoulders. You really should’ve worn a coat. He inhales deeply.
“God, darling, your blood is like a siren’s call. I can’t bring myself to resist it.” He moans softly. His mouth brushes over your skin, sending shivers of pleasure to your stomach. Your breath hitches, you should push him away, you should run for your life, but it’s too late. You’re in his arms, under the spell of his scent, and you can’t pull away.
His mouth presses to your pulse point, his tongue gently stroking the skin there, and a soft whine slips from your lips. “You smell so good, taste so good, like sin incarnate.” He groans. His teeth nip at the skin, causing you to yelp. He grins against your skin. “God, those sounds you make…” he murmurs.
Before you register it, his teeth, his fangs, pierce the skin of your neck, and he groans as the sweetness of your blood hits his tongue. “Darling, you taste magnificent.” He mumbles against your skin. You can’t think straight. Your mind is foggy from blood loss and something akin to… desire?
“Wh-what are you?” You manage to say, your mind spinning. He laughs darkly.
“Oh darling. I’m your worst nightmare. I’m the monster under your bed. I’m the story your parents tell you to warn against sneaking out.” He leans closer to whisper in your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it, sending shivers down your spine. “I am the night.”
You really should’ve run when you had the chance.
“How does it feel, darling? To be the object of someone’s desire? To be their sinful indulgence? To bring their filthiest fantasies into the light of the moon?” He murmurs against your ear, his tongue flicking out to brush over the skin.
“I- I- “ You gasp out, unable to form a coherent response. He chuckles huskily and presses hot, open-mouthed kisses over your throat.
“Speechless already, darling? I’ve barely started.” He murmurs. You gasp, and your eyes flutter shut, your knees going weak. He catches you, smoothly picking you up into his arms.
You don’t remember how you got to his house. You don’t remember the passionate kisses, the needy moans, the way your clothes hit the floor. But you remember how he felt. You remember every shivering sensation racing through your body, every sensitive spot not left unkissed.
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