Cordelia was alone in the hallway. Squaring her shoulders, she pushed open the door to James’ room.
She had never been in a boy’s bedroom before, and it was quite a scandalous action to enter now, but the significance of it seemed small, swallowed up by her worry. James was half under the covers of the bed, moving restlessly from side to side, his face flushed with fever. His nightclothes clung to him, wet with sweat. It was a bright day outside and sunlight speared through the room, illuminating the bowls of burning herbs that Enoch had left behind.
James rolled toward her. His eyes, the color of sunlight, blinked open slowly. “Matthew?” he said. “Matthew, is that you?”
Do you know of any au/alternate canon fanfic where Yuuri is a more confident person? Can be due to time-travel, or any other reasons.
Thanks for these requests! I think I have a few here that may fit what your looking for! I love confident Yuuri! (Psst… you can find more confident!Yuuri fics on my role reversal AU list!)
Escort Me by lucycamui, Explicit, 5k On a ‘business’ trip to Tokyo, Victor picks up a captivating escort… ft. Confident Yuuri! Thumbs up! (The ending is not what you’d expect hahaha)
Surprise, Motherfuckers by LazyPotatoo, Gen, 5.3k When Yuuri and his friends stumble upon an unusual bar, Yuuri is forced to showcase a skill of his past. Oh, and then he accidentally becomes an urban legend. Thumbs up!
I Want to Skate like Him by IdunAurora, Mature, 27k At age 27, five time consecutive world figure skating champion Yuuri Katsuki decides to retire. He has barely made it home to Hasetsu before he finds an eager and all too enthusiastic silver-haired Russian on the doorstep of Yu-Topia Akatsuki, demanding Yuuri to coach him. Well, it’s not as if the Japanese legend has been able to get 23-year-old Viktor Nikiforov out of his mind since the young man enchanted him at the GPF banquet in Sochi months earlier, anyway. Role swap AU!
Faded by martialartist816, Explicit, 6.2k Victor knows only two things: that he’s very drunk and that Yuuri looks very good in that suit.
Exactly What I Wanted by SharkGirl, Teen, 722 words “That depends.” Yuuri scooched closer, bumping their noses. “Are you hungry?” Quick, cute one shot!
Drape me in your warmth by Miiika, Teen, 27k (WIP) So Victor being Victor, he kidnapped Chris, bought less aristocratic clothes to wear and went to the brothel. It wasn’t his first time in a brothel, god no, but he heard that the dance, which was performed there, was something to die for. Prince AU!
Weakness by Flightless_Bird, Teen, 1.8k “Some might have thought it was a poor choice, pointing out a skater’s flaws. But to him, it was a symbol of both his biggest weakness and his greatest strength. It was something that could push him to do better or bring him to his knees. And that something was watching him from across the ice right now.” VERY sweet!
stay young (go dancing) by ryuuzaou, Explicit, 7.2k “Do you do this with every pretty boy that serves you champagne?” Yuuri asks, finally a touch of humor in his tone. “I’ll admit, I’m the flirty type,” Viktor says, “but I haven’t asked to kiss any.” Oh, fuck it. Yuuri throws caution to the wind and says, “You won’t have to.” Shy on the streets, eros in the sheets… ;)
Age as Fireflies at Dusk by Adel Mortescryche (Mortescryche), Teen, 4k In which it’s more than obvious to Lilia Baranovskaya that Yuuri is trained in ballet, and Yuuri proves to have more of a backbone than anyone in the Russian contingent except Yuri expected to see. Especially when Victor isn’t around to act as a buffer. Great fic!
last year’s offer (this year’s guarantee) by persephoneggsy, Explicit, 3.5k When Victor gives Yuuri more details about what happened the night of the banquet, the Japanese skater ends up finding out that he did one more embarrassing thing before he inevitably passed out. HOT!!
Live, Laugh, Love by Lucien_King, Teen, 9.4k (WIP) Yuuri Katsuki, a 23-year-old Japanese actor, was a veteran top star. He has been in various popular movies as both main and supporting actors, creating a massive fan base. And then, he met the Viktor Nikiforov. WOW!
Love Wins! by QuinnTuha608, Explicit, 4.6k After Yuuri ends the Cup of China short program competitions with a new personal best and a spot at the top Viktor decides to celebrate by going out on a date; later in the night Yuuri explores his more dominant side in the bedroom. HOOOO BOY IT’S HOT UP IN HERE
Masquerade by Ashida, Explicit, 60k (WIP) Yuuri is part of Japan’s most notorious mafias. Victor is the head of the Russian mafia. After brief meetings throughout the span of five years, they decide to go off together and leave everything behind. I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS FIC!
Advice I wish I got told while my heart was breaking.
1- Stop pretending like you’re happy all over social media just because you think he’s going to see it, you don’t have to prove yourself to anyone.
2- Please don’t keep letting strange boys into your bedroom, they will not make you forget him, maybe temporarily but when the lights are off and you’re all alone, the ache will be back and it’s only going to come on stronger.
3- Learn to survive alone, you only need your own self stop depending on others to make you happy.
4- Stop checking on his Facebook page, he hasn’t posted anything new.
5- He isn’t going to text you, leave the house without your phone every once and awhile instead of gripping it so hard in your hand waiting desperately with agony for him to miss you.
6- It’s okay to cry. You’re not pathetic for still being stuck on him, it only makes you human.
7- Write, write until your wrist is aching, find peace within the ink and paper share your thoughts freely until your heart is throbbing, write his name over and over, explain how angry you are, burn it, tear it up. You have every right to be mad, as long as you’re not taking it out on yourself.
8- Learn to do you, use this time of freedom to explore yourself, find out who you truly are. Give yourself time to breathe, you owe it to yourself.
9- Wing your eyeliner, wear that dress, look at yourself in the mirror and repeat “I deserve to be loved, I am here and that is enough” over and over, memorise it, yell it, sync it far into your mind, remind yourself there is only one you and there is nobody who can replace that.
10- Smile more, laugh until your lungs hurt, sing so loud your throat starts to dry out, dance in front of the mirror, treat yourself, take chances don’t be embarrassed to be yourself.
11- Break something, scream, your feelings are valid and it’s okay to explode sometimes.
12- Stop looking at photos of her, stop comparing yourself to her and beating yourself up because your beauty is different to hers, stop despising yourself for having shorter hair or a different body shape, it wouldn’t change the reality that he’s with her now, so don’t waste your precious energy wasting away at the thought of him and her.
13- Take your broken pieces and build a fucking castle, don’t let them knock you down, you are stronger than them.
14- Just because he stopped loving you doesn’t mean you have permission to do the same, you are worthy of all the love in the world and you deserve no less, don’t let him leaving determine your worth. You are loved and you deserve to be here, don’t let them convince you of the opposite.
Jimin wasn’t like the other boys. Jimin was different, much kinder. He didn’t want to hit Yoongi or steal his lunch like all the others boy did.
Instead, he wanted to play with Yoongi.
Yoongi always wondered why out of everyone did Jimin chose to be with him. But he was happy because at least he had a friend.
They were on the playground during lunchtime. While everyone else was away playing Yoongi and Jimin were hidden behind the trees playing pretend in one of the many elaborate stories that Yoongi came up with.
This time Jimin was playing a young prince that needed to be saved and Yoongi was the knight in shining armor that was going to save Jimin from the clutches of the evil dragon-a one-eyed teddy bear that they had found in the toys’ room.
“Stop right there,” Yoongi bellowed in his loudest voice to the teddy bear behind which Jimin was quivering with fear.
“What did you say?” Yoongi asked in a dramatic voice.
Jimin cried out louder.
“Do not worry prince for I am here to save you,” Yoongi said to Jimin before returning his attention back to the dragon.
“You,” he said raising his sword which was a broken branch that Yoongi had found in the school garden. “You’ll face my wrath”
Yoongi raised the branch above his head letting out a loud yell as he hit the teddy bear who toppled and fell down the ground making Jimin scream in a shrill voice.
Yoongi continued to hit the teddy bear for five more times until he stopped his chest heaving up and down staring at the teddy bear.
“I told you,” he said. “Evil always loses”
He then looked at Jimin who was sitting down on the ground hugging his knees looking scared. Yoongi threw his faux sword down and went up to Jimin offering him his hand.
“You’re safe now prince,” he said.
Jimin looked up at him and then gently placed his hand into Yoongi’s palm letting Yoongi help him on the ground.
“Thank you,” Jimin said. “You are a very brave knight”
“It was my duty,” Yoongi said with a small bow making Jimin smile a little.
“You risked your life for me,” Jimin said. “You are noble”
Yoongi nodded remaining expressionless until he saw Jimin smile again.
“Because of your courage you are now awarded a thousand gold coins,” Jimin said.
Yoongi’s face changed into a little frown.
“Jiminie,” he said. “That is not what you were supposed to say,”
“Your lines,” Yoongi sighed. “You messed up”
“What do you think the princess does when the knight saves her?” Yoongi asked.
Jimin bit his lip thinking hard.
“Kiss the knight,”
“Huh,” Jimin repeated.
“You were supposed to kiss me Jiminie,” Yoongi said. “I saved you from the big evil dragon so you should kiss me to thank me,”
At that Jimin started laughing.
Yoongi’s face flushed a little.
“What is so funny?” he asked. “It’s in all the movies. When the princess gets saved she kisses the knight”
“But we’re boys,” Jimin said.
“I don’t understand,” Yoongi said in a confused voice.
“Yoongi,” Jimin said. “ Boys don’t kiss boys”
The bell rang just at that moment and Yoongi felt Jimin’s hands grabbing his.
“Come on now,” Jimin said. “We have to get to class or the teacher will yell at us again”
Yoongi didn’t protest as Jimin dragged him inside the class along with the rest of his classmates but all Yoongi could think about was what Jimin said.
That continued as Yoongi was sat on the kitchen table absent-mindedly forking his pancakes but not bothering to take a bite.
“Yoongi,” he heard his mother. “Is everything okay?”
Yoongi nodded a little taking a small bite and chewing on it.
“Was someone being mean at school?” his mother asked in a careful voice. His parents were no strangers to his problems at coping with students in his school. He wasn’t like the other kids who ran around the field for no reason and scream their heads off. Yoongi was calm and was usually lost in his head. He was different but kids found it as a reason to pick on him. Finding Jimin as a friend was a miracle for Yoongi.
“No,” Yoongi answered but his mother knew something was definitely off because Yoongi never took longer than 10 minutes to finish his blueberry pancakes but he had been sitting in front of his plate for the past half an hour not bothering to take a proper bite.
“Yoongi honey,” his mother said. “You know you can tell me everything right?”
Yoongi looked at his mother and nodded a little.
His mother smiled.
“So what is it?” she asked. “Did you have a fight with Jimin?”
“No,” Yoongi said in an offended voice. “I will never fight with Jimin. He is my best friend and I love him”
This was true too because unlike other kids who always picked up fights with their friends about everything from a broken crayon or food, Yoongi and Jimin never ever fought.
“That’s good,” his mother said with a smile. “You shouldn’t fight with your best friend”
Yoongi nodded agreeing.
“Well then what is it that is bothering my little sugar?” his mother asked and Yoongi could feel himself getting red at the nickname.
“I…,” he said and paused a little. “Can boys kiss boys?”
Yoongi’s mother looked surprised for a second before she smiled at Yoongi.
“Of course honey,” she said.
“Really?” Yoongi asked unsurely.
“Boys can kiss boys, girls can kiss girls and boys can kiss girls,” she said. “It doesn’t matter”
Yoongi smiled a little before giving his mother a hug.
That night he was still thinking about it as he stared up at the ceiling of his room which was covered in little stars that his dad had painted himself for Yoongi.
His mom said it was okay for boys to kiss boys.
But for some reason, 4 year old Yoongi still wasn’t convinced as he kept thinking about it.
‘Can boys kiss boys?’
Yoongi was seated on the far end of the auditorium alone watching Jimin up on stage rehearsing his lines. He was a bit uneasy sitting alone especially among people that left no chance to bully him but he had promised Jimin that they would go home together after Jimin’s rehearsal for the upcoming school play. He was just keeping his best friend’s promise.
Jimin was clearing his throat as he began reciting his lines and Yoongi watched amazed and frankly proud of his best friend delivering his lines with so much confidence.
He was playing Romeo and a girl named Alia was playing Juliet. Alia was one of those people that found making Yoongi trip or teasing him very funny but only when Jimin wasn’t around.
Jimin was friends with all of Alia and her snobby friends but at least he wasn’t like them.
Yoongi would be lying if he didn’t feel scared that one-day Jimin was just gonna stop talking to him but he didn’t.
“You are my best friend,” Jimin would say to him.
That somehow made Yoongi worry less.
“Tybalt,” Jimin yelled. “I do not want to fight you”
The boy named James who played Tybalt made his way towards Jimin brandishing his plastic sword swinging it as Jimin did the same and they began sword fighting.
Yoongi watched attentively until he heard a clap.
“All right kids,” the drama teacher said. “That’s enough for now”
James and Jimin both dropped their swords and walked down as the teacher told them the schedule for the next week.
Yoongi saw Jimin take his backpack and walk to him.
“You are here,” Jimin said.
“Of course I am,” Yoongi grinned. “I promised you I would be here”
Jimin smiled back.
“My mom’s gonna pick us up,” he said. “Maybe we can ask her to let you sleep over”
“Sleepover?” Yoongi asked in an excited voice. “But what if my mom says no?”
“I’ll tell my mom to convince her,” Jimin said and Yoongi nodded with a smile.
Just then Yoongi saw James and Alia make their way towards them. Yoongi gulped a little as Jimin flashed them a grin.
“Hey,” James said. “Will you come to the park with us this evening?”
The question was directed only at Jimin but he didn’t seem to notice as he answered.
“Oh no,” Jimin said. “Yoongi and I are gonna play Mario Kart today. Maybe I’ll be able to beat him today”
James and Alia looked at Yoongi with a slight scowl.
“Oh that’s fine Jimin,” Alia said. “We can go to the park some other time”
“Mom’s here,” he said. “I’ll see you both on Monday”
James and Alia waved goodbye as Jimin and Yoongi left the building and headed straight to the car.
“Hey kids,” Jimin’s mom smiled. “How was school?”
“Good,” Yoongi could barely answer as Jimin launched into a very detailed description of everything that had happened in a loud, enthusiastic voice.
“Okay fine,” his mom sighed. “I’ll talk to Yoongi’s mom”
She smiled at Yoongi who gave her a small smile back.
They reached their home soon and both of the boys raced to Jimin’s bedroom to play Mario Kart for the next 3 hours and despite Jimin’s repeated tries Yoongi still managed to beat him leaving a very gleeful Yoongi and a fuming Jimin.
But all was forgotten when they were called downstairs for dinner.
Jimin’s mom had made Mac n cheese something both the boys loved and they ate dinner as Jimin talked to his mom and Yoongi made a little conversation.
They went upstairs once again and this time to watch Mulan, their favorite Disney movie along with some popcorn that Jimin’s mom had made for them.
“Boys,” she said. “I want you both to sleep as soon as you finish the movie okay”
Both Jimin and Yoongi nodded not really listening as they watched the movie. It was 12 am when they finally finished it and neither of the boys felt sleepy in the slightest.
“Yoongi,” Jimin said.
“You are my best friend right,”
“Yes I am,”
“Which means we can share secrets right?”
“And we don’t tell this to anyone right?”
“Can I tell you something?”
“Yes you can,”
“Do you think they will make me kiss Alia in the play?”
“What?” Yoongi asked loudly.
“James said that Romeo and Juliet kiss,”
“Do you want to kiss her?” Yoongi asked.
“No,” Jimin said making a face. “But what if I have to”
“I don’t think they will make you kiss Alia,”
“Are you sure?” Jimin asked.
“Girls are much better at all that stuff,” Jimin said.
“Huh, but she is just 9?”
“They know how to kiss and stuff,”
“Do they?” Yoongi asked.
“James said so,”
If we do ever kiss,” Jimin said. “I don’t want her to think I am bad at it or something”
“She would probably make fun of me,” Jimin said with a dramatic sigh.
“You…” Yoongi said. “You should practice”
Jimin looked up with a wide surprised look and a grin.
“Genius,” he said.
But slowly his expression changed.
“But with who?”
“I don’t know,” Yoongi answered.
Jimin sighed again.
“I am in trouble,” he said. “They will laugh at me”
“Jimin,” Yoongi said in a small voice.
“We…we can practice”
“What?” Jimin asked loudly.
Yoongi’s voice grew smaller.
“Or not,” he said thinking that Jimin was definitely gonna think that Yoongi is a complete freak just like the rest of his grade thinks he is.
Yoongi didn’t look at Jimin playing with a thread on his pillow.
“Maybe,” Jimin finally said.
Yoongi looked up as if he had seen a ghost.
Yoongi gulped as Jimin got up and sat beside him. They leaned and Yoongi could feel his heart beating faster than it had when he had seen a snake in their backyard.
Yoongi thought about the many kisses he had seen in movies and how it was just perfect and nice (not all of them as Yoongi remembers seeing a man almost shove his tongue down a girl’s mouth and he was completely horrified as he switched the channel)
Their lips touched for a brief second and Yoongi’s eyes were wide open as Jimin pushed off.
“No no ew,” he said throwing his pillow down.
“We can’t kiss,” he said. “We’re friends”
“But so is Alia,” Yoongi said meekly.
“She is a girl,” Jimin simply said.
“Kissing is gross,” he added with an afterthought and made his way to the bathroom as Yoongi sat horrified a strange tingling feeling in his stomach.
Jimin came back washing his mouth.
“I am going to sleep,” he said. “Goodnight”
“Night,” Yoongi mumbled as he wiggled into his sleeping bag slightly hurt by the fact that Jimin hadn’t bothered to get into his sleeping bag and had slept on the bed instead. It was their thing to sleep together in sleeping bags during sleepovers pretending they were camping.
It’s my fault, Yoongi thought as a single tear trickled down his cheek.
Weeks later Yoongi was sat on the front seat watching Jimin’s play his chest heaved with pride over his best friend’s performance.
And then it happened.
Jimin kissed Alia albeit on the cheek in a swift moment and for some reason, Yoongi’s heart broke a little as he could hardly focus on the rest of the play until everyone stood up clapping.
The kids went backstage and returned after about half an hour but Yoongi kept waiting until Jimin finally appeared running towards him and his parents.
His parents kissed him and praised him and then Jimin hugged Yoongi.
“Did you like it?”
“You were amazing,” Yoongi said. “You were the best”
“Thank you Yoongi,”
They went to celebrate Jimin’s performance at Chuck E Cheese and then got pizza and Jimin’s parents agreed to let Yoongi stay for the night.
“So did you see the kiss?” Jimin asked.
“It was on the cheek,” Jimin said. “So I didn’t mind”
“It wasn’t gross?”
Jimin shook his head no.
Yoongi stayed silent for a few seconds hurt that Jimin had called their kiss gross.
“It’s late Jiminie,” Yoongi said. “We should sleep”
“But but we were supposed to talk all night,”
“I am tired,”
“Goodnight,” Yoongi said.
“Night,” Jimin said.
They both got into their little sleeping bags and in a few minutes Yoongi could hear Jimin snoring but sleep didn’t come to Yoongi.
Yoongi felt he was being weird because he didn’t mind kissing Jimin.
Boys are gross, Yoongi told himself. You shouldn’t kiss boys he told himself again.
Jimin was right he thought. Boys shouldn’t kiss other boys.
Yoongi loved the piano more than he had ever loved anything ever in his life.
When his fingers hit the black and white keys, his eyes closed as he only heard the music he felt he was in another world. A perfect world where he didn’t have to worry about anything or anyone.
It was just Yoongi and his music.
His peace was disturbed when he heard a slam of the door. Yoongi’s eyes opened as he turned around to find Jimin walking towards him.
“Knew I would find you here,” Jimin said with a grin.
“Jimin,” Yoongi smiled.
“I heard some of what you were playing,” Jimin said as he took a chair and sat on it. “Sounds amazing”
Yoongi looked down turning a little red. Compliments always made him a bit shy.
“It’s just a song I’m working on,” he mumbled.
“Can I hear it?”
“Not yet,” Yoongi said. “I have to work on it”
“Oh all right then,”
“Aren’t you supposed to be at dance practice now?”
“Canceled,” Jimin said leaning back.
“Miss Jenkins couldn’t make it today,” he said. “She twisted her ankle”
“Oh that sucks,”
“Yeah,” Jimin said. “That’s why I decide to come here and bother you”
“Also,” Jimin said. “Victoria asked me out today”
“What?” Yoongi asked.
“Yeah,” Jimin said.
“What did you say?”
“We are going to the movies tonight,” Jimin said.
“Tonight,” Yoongi asked.
“Yeah,” Jimin said.
Yoongi just nodded not wanting to remind Jimin that tonight that they had decided to check out this new video game that had come out. He was looking forward to it all week but he didn’t have the heart to ruin Jimin’s date. So he didn’t say anything.
“Are you gonna kiss her?” Yoongi asked.
“Depends,” Jimin said. “I still don’t know if I like her that way”
“I heard that Kayla has an eye on you,” Jimin said.
“Yeah,” Jimin said. “She likes you”
“What? Won’t you do anything?” Jimin asked.
“I am not interested,” Yoongi said.
“No,” Yoongi said. “In dating”
“You are 16,” Jimin said. “And you have never had a girlfriend yet”
“I don’t mind,” was all Yoongi said.
They had this conversation a lot before about how Yoongi never dated anyone. Even when Jimin tried to get him to date one of his friends or some girl had developed a crush on him. He would just say no without any coherent reason.
Frankly, Yoongi hadn’t changed a lot from when he was a kid. He was still quiet and liked staying alone and he had only Jimin who was his friend and a few music kids that he talked to. All of Jimin’s friends were too obnoxious for him. Too loud, too fake but now they didn’t really target Yoongi because Jimin had sort of a reputation in their school and they were only nice to Yoongi because he was friends with Jimin. So Yoongi only kept up with them for Jimin’s sake.
“Are you done practicing?” Jimin asked.
“Let’s go home then,”
They got into Jimin’s car and he drove Yoongi to his home.
“Hope your date goes well,” Yoongi said as he left the car.
“Yeah bye,” Jimin waved smiling.
Yoongi waved back as he went inside his house.
“Hey honey,” his mom said as she saw.
“I thought you were gonna be at Jimin’s,” his mom said.
“Oh he had to take care of something,”
“Okay,” she said.
“Mom, are you going out?” Yoongi asked as his mom was dressed in a much fancier way.
“Yeah,” she said. “Your dad just surprised me with tickets to this play”
“Oh that’s nice, have fun,” Yoongi smiled.
“Thanks, honey,” she smiled. “While we’re gone why don’t you get that blonde kid from your music class to come over… what’s his name?”
“Yeah invite him over,” she said. “He is such a nice kid”
“I’ll see if he’s free,” Yoongi said.
Yoongi texted Namjoon and almost immediately got a response saying that he was totally down to beat Yoongi in some video games.
Yoongi was a little glad that he didn’t have to spend the evening completely alone.
Namjoon came soon and the two boys didn’t take long to start playing and Yoongi would beat Namjoon very easily resulting into a very disappointed Namjoon reminding Yoongi too much of Jimin. It had been days since they had sat down and played games.
Just then Namjoon got a call and he picked it up talking in a hushed voice his hands covering his mouth. Yoongi was slightly curious.
“Who was that?” he asked.
“That was my boyf-girlfriend,” Namjoon corrected himself but Yoongi was too quick and noticed.
“You said boyfriend,”
“Yeah that was my boyfriend,” he said.
“I get it you probably don’t want to see me anymore,”
“I get it, trust me,” he said. “No straight guy wants to be caught hanging out with a guy”
“I should just…”
“Listen,” Yoongi said. “I am not homophobic okay. I don’t care if you date any gender”
Namjoon looked like he didn’t expect Yoongi to say that.
“I like you because you’re cool and you like music and you are quite nice,” Yoongi said. “You dating boys isn’t gonna change that and frankly, it is none of my business”
Namjoon’s face changed into a smile.
“Sorry,” he said. “I was too quick to judge but I have bad experiences before”
“I get it,” Yoongi said. “They are jerks”
“Yes, they are,” Namjoon agreed.
“Who is your boyfriend?” Yoongi asked. “Do you mind telling me?”
“He’s a senior,” Namjoon said turning scarlet. “His name is Seokjin”
“Oh, I know him,” Yoongi said.
Seokjin was one of those ridiculously good looking seniors that girls loved. When Yoongi had first seen him he was a little overcome by how handsome he was. Even though girls adored him he would never so much as even glance at them leading most people to believe that Seokjin felt he was too good looking for the girls in the school.
But now Yoongi knows why.
“For how long?” Yoongi asked.
“About a year now,” Namjoon answered.
“Cute,” Yoongi said making Namjoon laugh.
“What about you?” Namjoon asked. “Girlfriend?”
Yoongi shook his head no.
“I don’t feel like dating anyone,” he said in a way that was convincing enough for Namjoon to not ask him any questions and Yoongi was particularly grateful.
“I should leave now,” Namjoon said. “I have to meet Seokjin”
Yoongi grinned a little.
“Enjoy yourself but don’t get too freaky”
“Yoongi,” Namjoon whined turning red and Yoongi just laughed as Namjoon left him all alone in the living room and then Yoongi let out a little sigh because now he was alone which meant he would start thinking and that was something that he had been running away from.
He was 16 and he had never felt so confused in his entire life.
He had begun noticing that when he had turned 13 boys around him had only one thing in their mind and that was girls.
They talked about girls and had crushes. They were fascinated by the bizarre creatures that were women.
But not Yoongi.
He didn’t have a stash of magazines with scantily clad girls nor did he ever had the slightest interest in watching porn like everyone else (including Jimin were so into)
He didn’t want to impress girls nor kiss them.
To put in simple words he just didn’t want anything to do with them.
At first, Yoongi didn’t take much notice but now he felt he was a freak for not liking girls. He didn’t want to be one so he tried his best as he looked at pictures of naked women and porn on the internet but he felt nothing at all.
At that point, Yoongi had just given up but the thought that he was weird but it still bothered him in the back of his mind. He felt like he never past his girls are gross phase. Especially now that even Jimin wanted to set him up with girls but he didn’t find himself having even the slightest interest in dating any of them.
Maybe he still hadn’t found the right girl that would turn his whole life around the moment he saw her walking down the street and he would fall in love and live happily ever after.
Yoongi at least hoped that was the case.
His phone buzzed distracting him.
It was Jimin
How was the date?
We made out
Yup, it was quite fun
Where are you now?
Victoria’s, her parents aren’t home
Chill, her parents own some good whiskey and we decided to get drunk
Uh fine. But it’s a school night
Yoongi, learn to live a little
Yoongi decided not to reply leaving Jimin on read as he went upstairs and finished his homework before eating a dinner of microwaved lasagna and then watching Netflix until his parents got home and he went to bed.
That night he saw a dream. It was very vivid. He was standing in a field wearing a white shirt and jeans and on the other end was Jimin dressed identically and suddenly they were running towards each other until they fell down on the ground and Yoongi was on top of Jimin looking into his eyes and for a moment he could hear Jimin’s shallow breaths until Yoongi pressed his lips onto Jimin’s kissing him softly and feeling Jimin’s soft hands on his face.
Yoongi felt like he was in heaven not caring at all as he kissed Jimin when he was woken up by the obnoxious sound of his alarm.
He sat up scared and sweating over the dream he had. The worst part was this wasn’t the first time. But for his own sanity, Yoongi had convinced himself that every teenager had dreams of kissing their best friend one time or another even though he was pretty sure they didn’t.
Not pondering it over too much Yoongi showered and brushed his teeth and ate a breakfast of toast only to get a text from Jimin telling him that he won’t pick up Yoongi, so Yoongi took the bus to school instead and reached just in time for his first class.
Yoongi didn’t see Jimin until lunch time and then he spotted him sitting next to Victoria laughing with all of those loud obnoxious people that Yoongi never liked.
Yoongi almost turned around to leave when Jimin began waving at him.
Yoongi reluctantly went up to the table and saw Kayla stiffen.
“Hey,” he said.
“Sit with us,” Jimin said
Yoongi looked at all of their faces and everyone except for Kayla and Jimin didn’t look happy on seeing Yoongi.
“I… have to like catch up with the music kids,” Yoongi said. “See you later”
Jimin nodded and Kayla gave him a little wave as he left. Maybe Kayla wasn’t that bad and he would have dated her if he liked girls Yoongi thought.
Yoongi decided to sit with Namjoon and his friends that he briefly knew.
Hoseok who was also a junior like Yoongi was a loud but nice hearted kid and Yoongi found him too much to bear sometimes but he still liked him. Taehyung was a sophomore and Hoseok’s boyfriend as Namjoon had told him since Yoongi didn’t mind gay people. Lastly, there was Jungkook the shy freshman who always had very little to talk.
They were also joined by Seokjin who was probably the nicest person Yoongi had met in their school.
Every time Jimin was a little too busy Yoongi hung out with Namjoon and his friends instead and he liked them a lot.
Yoongi was glad he had found his little group of friends.
It had been 4 months since Victoria and Jimin had started dating.
4 months of Jimin acting stupidly in love and having little to no time left for Yoongi and Yoongi have persistent dreams of him kissing Jimin to the point that it was worrying him.
He was currently sat in his bedroom his laptop open as he typed in
Am I gay?
A million results of quizzes and people asking the same question popped up and for a moment Yoongi felt relieved that he wasn’t the only one who questioned his sexuality,
Though Yoongi was convinced he couldn’t be gay,
He shut his laptop and lied down on his bed slowly falling asleep.
He was awakened only when his phone was ringing too close to his ears.
It was Jimin.
Yoongi picked up.
“I called you 10 times,” Jimin yelled.
“I was asleep,”
“Jiminie are you crying?”
“No,” Jimin croaked.
“Yes, you are,”
Jimin didn’t reply.
“Where are you?” Yoongi asked.
“At Jefferson Park,” he said.
Yoongi immediately cut the call and grabbed his jacket heading to the park which was about 15 minutes away from his home and he managed to find Jimin sitting on one of the swings.
“Jimin,” Yoongi said.
Jimin hugged him and began crying dampening Yoongi’s shirt.
“What happened?” Yoongi asked.
“She cheated and we broke up,”
“Oh,” Yoongi said rubbing Jimin’s back as he cried.
“Shush, it’s gonna be fine,”
Jimin sniffed his head buried into Yoongi’s chest and Yoongi couldn’t help but think about the countless dreams he had where Jimin was cuddled up to him.
“No one loves me,” Jimin said.
“I do,” Yoongi said.
Jimin looked up from his teary eyes and then out of nowhere kissed Yoongi and then they both realized what had happened.
“I…” Jimin said and then got up running away from Yoongi leaving him alone wondering what in the actual fuck had happened.
Yoongi too made his way to home more confused than he had ever been because he just had his first kiss with his best friend and he had liked it but was he even gay? Was Jimin gay?
Yoongi’s head was hurting and he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
The next day was Sunday and Yoongi decided to meet Namjoon at a café.
They both got their coffees and sat down.
“So,” Yoongi said.
“Jimin kissed me yesterday,”
Namjoon almost spat his coffee out.
“Yeah,” Yoongi said. “He broke up with his girlfriend and he was crying and he kissed me”
“He ran away,”
Yoongi sipped his coffee.
“I have a question,”
“How did you know you were gay?”
Namjoon looked a little taken aback.
“I just knew because girls weren’t as appealing and I found myself looking at boys and then after meeting Seokjin I just knew that I was um gay,”
“Oh,” Yoongi said. “Because I think I am gay”
“Because Jimin kissed you,”
“No, I never liked girls,”
“So you like boys?”
“How does that make you gay?”
“I like Jimin,”
“Like as in like?” Namjoon asked.
“Yeah,” Yoongi quietly answered. “I think…I think I do”
“So you liked the kiss?”
“Considering it was my first kiss it wasn’t that bad,”
“You never kissed someone until yesterday?”
Yoongi shook his head no looking down as he felt Jimin’s lips on his and just how many emotions he had felt at that time.
“Is Jimin gay?”
“Then why did he kiss you?”
“I don’t know,” Yoongi answered.
“Did you guys talk after that?”
“No,” Yoongi answered.
He was too scared to text Jimin.
“Damn out of all people Min Yoongi was the last person I thought could be gay,”
“What makes you say that?”
“I don’t know,” Namjoon said as Yoongi checked his phone and his heart flipped a little when he saw Jimin had texted him.
“Jimin told me to meet him at Jefferson Park again,”
“Go,” was all Namjoon said. “You need to figure out what’s happening”
Yoongi nodded as he got up leaving the café and walking to the park. Since it was a bright afternoon the park had a lot of kids and Jimin was sat on one of the benches.
Yoongi walked up to Jimin.
Jimin forced a smile as Yoongi sat next to him.
“About yesterday,” he began. “I am sorry Yoongi”
Before Yoongi could say anything he continued.
“It was just me being emotional. I didn’t mean to kiss you. It just happened,”
“You are my best friend Yoongi,” Jimin said. “And a boy and it’s just I didn’t mean it like that”
“I am sorry,” he said again.
“It’s…its fine,” Yoongi said.
Jimin smiled and then hugged Yoongi but Yoongi pulled away quickly because the last thing he wanted was Jimin to touch him.
“I…,” he said. “I have to go, piano practice”
With that, he walked back home and locked himself in his room before he let a few tears slip because he had come to the awful realization that he liked Jimin more than he thought he did and that he was definitely gay.
But he knew Jimin didn’t want to kiss boys.
2 months had gone by since Jimin and Yoongi had kissed and things weren’t the same at all.
Victoria and Jimin had got back together and he had asked her to prom. To distract Yoongi from this sad news Namjoon and Seokjin took him to a gay bar using fake IDs but that ended as a disaster because Yoongi was an emotional drunk who cried about Jimin to random strangers.
Jimin and he barely talked anymore and they were like strangers now which hurt Yoongi because the last thing that he had thought that he would lose his best friend. Even his mom noticed but until now Yoongi had successfully managed to evade any kind of question about Jimin lying about why they barely hung out anymore.
But the damage was done.
“There are so many other boys Yoongi,” Seokjin said to him.
But they weren’t Jimin, Yoongi thought. He only liked Jimin.
He watched with a heavy heart every time he saw Jimin and Victoria around school or at places making out because it reminded him too much of the kiss that he so desperately wanted to forget. He was being stupid because Jimin looked like he was loving life being with Victoria and Yoongi probably never crossed his mind.
It hurt him to think about it but he had to learn to live with it.
He had even decided to not go to prom but since Namjoon and Seokjin forced him to he decided he would do it only for their sake and made an effort to get a rental tuxedo for the special night.
They had all piled up in Seokjin’s SUV with Hoseok and Taehyung sitting in the back and Yoongi sitting with Jungkook who wasn’t the quiet boy he used to be when Yoongi had first met him. Now they talked a lot and Yoongi really liked the boy and how he talked about his dreams to Yoongi that he would only ever confide with Yoongi. He liked the fact that the younger saw him as an older brother.
They reached the venue and Yoongi sighed with a heavy heart bracing himself to see Jimin towed with Victoria dancing.
They walked in and people were already dancing though there was no sign of Jimin yet as Yoongi leaned against the wall sipping punch.
Beside him, Namjoon and Seokjin stood close though they weren’t dancing because they still didn’t want anyone in their school to know nor did Taehyung and Hoseok who were simply content with holding hands in a discreet manner.
Just then Jimin walked in looking as breathtaking as ever his recently dyed blonde hair styled to perfection and his arm around Victoria.
Yoongi looked away and Jungkook gave him a concerned look but he managed to smile and sip his punch.
He looked again and Jimin and Victoria were dancing a little too closely gazing into each others’ eyes dreamily and Yoongi’s heart broke just a little as he saw their foreheads touch and Jimin smiled.
Yoongi had enough as he walked out of the venue and straight to the small lawn and sat down on the cement benches. He was alone except for a couple who were making out and Yoongi was pretty sure they didn’t even notice him as he sat down wallowing in self-pity and sorrow. Coming to prom was a very bad idea. He couldn’t wait to get home.
Just then he felt a tap on his shoulder.
He expected Namjoon or maybe even Jungkook but he was more than surprised when it was Jimin.
“Yoongi,” Jimin said.
When Yoongi didn’t say anything Jimin’s face fell but he sat down next to Yoongi anyway.
“Why are you here?” Yoongi finally asked. “Victoria must be inside waiting”
“She can wait a little longer,” Jimin said.
“Do you have something to say?”
“What is it?”
“I miss you, Yoongi,”
There was a long pause.
“I miss you too,”
“Why can’t we be like before?”
“I don’t know,” Yoongi said in a hushed voice.
“You do?” Yoongi asked.
“The kiss,” Jimin said. “It changed something”
“I think we both know that,”
“The kiss taught me something,”
“What do you mean?”
“I am saying that the kiss changed what we have,”
“We barely talk,” Yoongi said.
“Not just that,” Jimin said.
“When I kissed you Yoongi, I felt something a spark inside my stomach. It’s something that I’ve never felt when I kissed Victoria or any other girl,”
“So you don’t regret the kiss anymore?”
“It told me something that I was too scared to know,”
“I like you Yoongi,”
Yoongi could feel himself getting angry.
“Stop joking Jimin, it’s not funny,”
“I mean it Yoongi,” he said in a calm voice. “I like you in a way that I would like to date you and kiss you”
“Can I?” Jimin asked. “I am sorry but would you give me a chance”
“Are you being serious?”
“Yoongi, I always hid from who I truly am and after that kiss, it became harder to escape from it because all I could think about was that kiss we had and how much I wished we could do it again,”
Yoongi couldn’t reply anything.
“I am gonna kiss you,” Jimin said. “Tell me if you don’t want to”
Yoongi instead just leaned in and kissed Jimin and he could feel Jimin smile as they kissed and Yoongi could feel a fire burning in the pits of his stomach as he never wanted to stop but they did now their foreheads touching as they smiled.
“I like you too,” Yoongi said.
“Wanna go inside?” Jimin asked. “It’s cold here”
“We can dance too,”
“I don’t care what they think about me,” Jimin said. “Not anymore”
Yoongi who smiled grabbed Jimin’s hand and walked in his heart fluttering just a little.
He finally had an answer to the question that he had always bothered him.
Could you write a story where Jason and his S/O live together but the S/O hasn’t met the batfamily (they don’t know about the S/O) and one day the batboys come over to discuss something with Jason but he’s asleep and the S/O is up and Jason wakes up to all of them talking and having fun
Warnings: light cussing?
You and Jason had been together for a year and a half. You
had been living together for around six months. Over that year and a half, you
had yet to meet any of Jason’s family. This wasn’t because Jason didn’t want
you to, but because you didn’t want to. The Wayne’s were pretty much royalty in
Gotham, so you couldn’t help but feel like you didn’t live up to the picture
everyone had of someone who would be dating a Wayne. Although you had never met
the others, Jason has told you enough stories that you felt like you knew them
Jason had gotten back later than normal last night, meaning
you were the only one up at the moment. You were reading one of your favorite
books when there was a couple of rasps at your apartment door. Placing the book
on the table, you went to open the door. Three boys, that you recognized as
Jason’s brothers, were on the other side of the door. You could see them trying
to figure out who you were, but before you could say anything, Damian spoke.
“You must be one of Jason’s many nighttime companions.”
Dick quickly nudged the youngest boy, signaling him to shut
up. Damian just looked at him with an unamused look.
“I apologize on his behalf,” Dick spoke after he finished
glaring at the boy.
Prompt request: “Are you hurt?” + “Is there a reason you’re crawling through my window?”
Summary: Your new neighbour is developing a habit of crawling through your bedroom window when he’s bored. You know you should stop him, but you can’t bring yourself to do it.
Word count: 1.6k words
You were excited when you’re parents told you a new family was moving next door. You were even more excited when you heard a boy who was your age would be your neighbour. In the middle of summer with nothing to do, you couldn’t help but fantasize about the perfect boy next door. It was every teenager’s dream, wasn’t it?
One early Friday morning, you were roused by loud noises coming from outside. Drowsily, you stumbled to your feet and peered out your bedroom window. It was pointless, of course, because the houses on your street were too close together, so all you could see was the vacant house’s bedroom window.
Only, the house wasn’t so vacant anymore.
A boy was standing in front of the window, brushing his teeth while looking half asleep. From what you could see, he had dark hair, pale skin, and some really nice hands. Then, his sharp eyes flicked to yours, and you soon discovered that your neighbour’s gaze was piercing.
Squeaking, you dropped to the ground–out of sight. You felt your cheeks heating up, totally embarrassed that you had been caught spying. Repressing the urge to scream, you crawled out of your bedroom and into the hall, where the noises from outside grew louder.
Now, you knew it was because your new neighbours were finally moving in. And you also knew that the boy next door was as cute as you had hoped. But of course he had to see you rumpled with sleep and invading his privacy.
Shaking your head, you got back to your feet and thudded down the stairs. In the kitchen, your mom was sipping a cup of coffee as she peered out the window, evidently spying on your new neighbours as well.
“Why didn’t you tell me they were moving in today?” you whined, throwing yourself onto a kitchen chair and slumping over the small table in front of you.
“I didn’t want to wake you up so early,” your mom replied, turning around to look at you. “Why, did something happen?”
“The boy is in the bedroom across mine,” you explained hesitantly. “He may or may not have seen me spying.”
“I heard his name’s Yoongi. He’s pretty cute, no?” your mom cackled. “Let’s just hope he finds the spying endearing, not creepy.”
Later in the afternoon, the August heat became unbearable. In your small room, there was little ventilation, so you were sweating buckets. Pushing away from your desk, you walked across the room to the window. You hoped your neighbour wouldn’t be able to see you. With a grunt, you pulled the large window open, feeling a gentle breeze billow through the opening. It wasn’t much, but it made the heat a little less painful.
Returning to your desk, you became so engrossed in watching anime that you didn’t process the sound of the window across yours clicking open. You didn’t hear the sound of someone struggling to stand on their window frame. You didn’t hear the sound of them leaping through the air.
But you did hear the loud crash of something colliding with your bedroom floor.
“Oh my god!” you squealed, spinning around in your chair. In front of you, Yoongi was sprawled on your hardwood floors, facedown and unmoving. “Uh, are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Yoongi grunted, his voice muffled since he had yet to lift his head. Eventually, he pushed himself upright, opting to sit cross-legged facing you. When he didn’t elaborate on the situation, you crossed your arms.
“Is there a reason you’re crawling through my window?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I wouldn’t call it crawling, it was more of a leap,” Yoongi replied, not answering your question. “For a second, I thought I wouldn’t make it. Luckily the drop isn’t that big.”
“You shouldn’t be jumping through windows. That’s dangerous,” you scolded. “But still, that doesn’t explain anything.”
“I’m just bored,” Yoongi said, shrugging his shoulders. “I’ve been unpacking for hours, and I need a break. Our WiFi isn’t set up yet either, so that really sucks.”
You nodded at that, feeling a little sympathy for Yoongi’s situation. “You could have just knocked on the door like a normal person,” you pointed out.
“Yeah, but this was faster. Plus, I’m already here,” Yoongi responded. He jerked his head in the direction of your laptop. “What are you watching?”
“One Punch Man,” you answered slowly, a little embarrassed. But Yoongi’s lips twitched into a little smile, and you thought it was adorable.
“Sweet,” he said, turning to look at the laptop expectantly. “I’m Yoongi, by the way. You’re Y/N, right?”
“Yep, that’s me,” you replied. You picked up your laptop and sat on the floor beside Yoongi, setting the laptop in front of your crossed legs. “I just finished this episode.”
So you and Yoongi spent the rest of the afternoon watching One Punch Man on your laptop. It was a really odd situation, but it was surprisingly comfortable. Little conversations popped up here and there, and you took a surprising liking to your new neighbour. And luckily, he didn’t bring up the spying incident from earlier that day.
Eventually, when dinnertime came, Yoongi announced his departure and disappeared through the window he entered by. You peered after him curiously, but he had already faded into the darkness of his bedroom, completely out of sight. Smiling, you turned away from the window. You figured you should close it, but something compelled you to keep it open.
The next evening, while you were blasting music through your speakers, Yoongi came tumbling through your window again. You shrieked, dropping the nail polish you were holding onto your floor. Cursing, you reached blindly for some tissues to wipe up the spilled liquid.
Yoongi watched you clean expressionlessly, although you couldn’t help but feel his blank gaze was judgemental.
“This stuff is expensive, okay? Plus it stains,” you said defensively, tossing the crumpled tissues covered in black nail polish into the garbage. “Give me some warning next time.”
“What, am I supposed to yell through the window?” Yoongi snorted. “I feel like that wouldn’t make much of a difference.”
“I dunno, just text me or something,” you suggested. Yoongi raised his eyebrow at you, and you stared at him blankly before you realized you hadn’t exchanged numbers yet. “Oh, give me your phone. I’ll put in my number.”
“I left it inside,” Yoongi shrugged.
“Ugh, whatever,” you groaned. You plopped onto your bed and looked at Yoongi suspiciously. “So, why are you here?”
“Bored,” Yoongi replied simply. “Plus, you’re blasting some pretty shit music. I had to come turn it off.”
“Excuse me?” you balk. You pointed a finger at Yoongi. “You trespass into my room and then insult my music? Who do you think you are?”
“I’m just telling you the truth,” Yoongi smirked. You wanted to punch him in the face, but you also wanted to kiss him because damn that was hot. Wait, kiss?
Yoongi got to his feet and walked over to your laptop, sitting on your desk chair. “Let me show you some real music,” Yoongi said, typing something into your computer. Eventually, a new song started playing.
It was just a drum beat at first, but soon powerful rapping began to play. It was fast, and the rapper had a raspy, emotive voice. And their voice sounded strangely familiar.
“Wait, is this your mixtape?” you asked, your jaw dropping.
“And if it is?” Yoongi said, spinning in the chair to give you a look.
“What a shameless plug!” you exclaimed, clutching your stomach as you laughed. Yoongi gave you an offended look, and you brushed tears out of your eyes. “But this is really good. I didn’t know you rapped. That’s so cool.”
“Thanks,” Yoongi said, glancing away. You weren’t sure, but it looked like he was blushing. “But you have no taste in music, so it doesn’t mean much.”
“Hey!” you shouted, launching a pillow at Yoongi’s head. It bounced off rather harmlessly, but the look Yoongi gave you was murderous. He stood and approached you silently, and you backed up instinctively.
Then, Yoongi’s hands shot out, grabbing your waist and squeezing. You burst into laughter, trying to wiggle away, but Yoongi only tickled you harder. Tears streamed down your face as you laughed silently, your stomach clenching.
“I’m gonna pee,” you wheezed out, trying to push Yoongi’s hands away.
He made a face at that and backed off quickly. “That’s gross,” Yoongi said, his nose crinkling.
“It’s natural,” you sniffed. “You’re lucky I didn’t. That’s what you get if you tickle me.”
“Duly noted,” Yoongi laughed. He glanced out your window at the darkening sky. “I should get back now. I’ll see you soon?”
“Yeah,” you smiled, feeling more fond than you thought was appropriate. “See you soon.”
With that, Yoongi jumped onto your window frame, crouching precariously between your room and a two-storey fall. Then, with confidence, he pushed himself forward, leaping through the air and through his window. Yoongi crashed to the ground of his own bedroom, his muttered curses travelling through the quiet night.
You felt a bit lonely, even though he had just left. But at least you had tomorrow to look forward to. Grinning, you turned back to your computer and flopped onto the chair. You realized Yoongi had still left his mixtape up. Turning the volume on your speakers way down, you played his music, realizing that you may be developing a little crush.
- Girl in Luv
Ok so I was going to write I Got You On My Mind tonight, but I don’t have the time nor the energy for 2k+ part right now. I know I suck, but I want to be able to put out good content and sometimes I just can’t force a story. Plus, this one looked like a lot of fun, which it was. So I’m sorry for everyone who’s waiting, and I promise it’ll be out soon! I hope you enjoyed this imagine, stay tuned for more 💛
lets talk about wlw (witch loving witches) at hogwarts!! girlfriends in the same house not having to worry about the barriers not letting boys into their bedrooms bc ew boys are gross anyway! slytherin and hufflepuff girls dating and the slytherin will punch anyone who says anything homophobic to her girlfriend! ravenclaw girlfriends curling up and studying together by the fire! a slytherin girl cheering for gryffindor because her girlfriend is their seeker even though all of her friends are mad at her for not cheering for them! girls in differing houses wearing each other’s scarfs and first-years get confused and ask a ravenclaw how to get to the hufflepuff common room but she knows how anyway because she sneaks in to see her girlfriend at nights! pls add more I’ve been thinking about wlw at hogwarts all day and it’s making my heart happy!!!
when he gets drunk and he starts confessing;; kim taehyung / 966
From what seemed to be a chill night with a favorite rerun on track played out on the television screen, came to you facing the road in your car as you drive down to someone drunk not even in your responsibility. Putting your car on park by the sidewalk, you slam the door behind you before you can make your way up to the people who called you for help.
Oh forms on their lips at the sight of you on their doorstep. My comes in a bulldozer throwing their asses off the roof as they scramble to open the grill, holding onto their hearts (and balls) in the process because - “Fuck!”
“Y/N! That hurts!”
“Good! It was supposed to! You guys know that he can’t handle alcohol that well and you went ahead and gave him just that. Are you-”
“Y/N?!” A voice yells into the air, reaching you in a speed that ricochets your eardrums because sometimes his sneeze alone can make fifteen people get a heart attack so yes, it was that loud, someone might call the cops. Jimin and Jungkook take it as a perfect time to bounce (claiming to give you space to tend to the poor boy pressed up to the glass window like a lover waiting for his own to return). You decide to deal with them later, closing the door behind you with a quick lock before you dart over because - “Tae!”
He’s completely melted on the floor, as if he’s trying to glue himself there with a giddy chuckle. His breath reeks of alcohol but you find it isn’t that bad when Taehyung smiles like he can grow flowers with them. Sighing, you remain on your knees beside him who stays still with his eyes screwed shut. It’s a time to take a breather when he turns into stone. But you out of all people know it’s just a matter of time before he springs into action.
There are a few types of drunk people in this world that you were familiar with. Loud, obnoxious and have no sense of gauging the human’s personal bubble space, one. Soft, giggly and seemingly swaying from left to right much like a palm tree whilst murmuring to themselves, two. Clingy, very clingy, too damned clingy, koala level clingy, three. All of the above, four. Synonym: Kim Taehyung.
You’re proven right when he snaps up out of nowhere and you have to catch your heart breath. Your efforts are doubled when he lunges at you, not even towards you but right at you. Like, bullseyes motherfucker. The air in your lungs feel like its punched out, the force Taehyung exerts to hug you tight and he may be laughing but this hurts.
Of course, you try your best to put up with him. Arms coming around to steady him before you - thud - never mind.
He laughing in your ear when you land on the carpeted floors along with him. Despite the impact, it softens with his arms that act like a cushion. You don’t think too much about it, focusing on how you’re going to get this boy to his bedroom because apparently from the struggles of Jimin and Jungkook, Taehyung refuses to budge unless it was you. So now that you’re here, it’s like he’s grown roots to stay here forever (which you will leave him the way you found him if he continues).
The nasty side of you doesn’t have the chance to come out when you feel bad thinking if you really did leave him. So you try to push him up even though it’s impossible, a game lost right as it started. Calling his name again and again doesn’t seem to help and this boy better not be sleeping. With a squeeze you give him by his waist, he whines and his entire weight rests on you. Legs tangled as they stretch out and shadows intertwining past the moonlight, you can’t enjoy it even if you wanted to because - “Tae please get up, you’re hurting me,”
It elicits an instant reaction, borderline to the speed of light when he sits up at the mere thought of bringing you harm. Apologies fly out of his mouth, one after another, before he can finish the first he’s mumbling the next, then it’s to following you mindlessly when you get to stand on your feet. With his hands holding onto yours, you heave him up and only go so far to the sofa. You agree with your mind that it’s the best you could do when he’s getting comfortable, a little bit more when you adjust his head to the armrest and you know it’s only a matter of seconds before he knocks out completely.
But he refuses to let you go.
He’s hugging your arm to his chest, smiling sheepishly with sleep infusing his body. You find it amusing, sitting by his side because there’s enough space on the sofa and humoring him to let him have his way before he dozes off. However, when he starts mumbling a few words that you can’t seem to make up with your name in it, you’re ready to fight him because are you insulting me right now? After me trying to help your ungrateful ass?
When you lean in closer to get an answer, the chewed up syllables and slurred up words translates into a soft mantra of I like you. I like Y/N. I like… you, Y/N. In that second, your heart stops, along with the seconds after that but you can’t quite believe it so you - “C-Could you repeat that, Tae?”