Tumblr prompt ( Yoongi / OC)
Based on the above moodboard <3
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Genre : angst.
AU : Gang ? Au … it’s not exactly fleshed out, pretty vague.
Rating : Smut
Summary : This was supposed to be angsty and heart breaking but it’s mostly just porn.
On top of this ending tune
I am standing here alone
Now tell me
That it’s over, let me know
I stood still, watching the blood drip down his chin, fat red drops, landing on his stark white t shirt and soaking the fabric in a scarlet splotch, his face paler than usual, his gaze heavier than usual, like his mind was already giving up on keeping them open and his legs unsteady as he leaned against the wooden frame of my door.
His snapback hid his eyes and also the shocking white of his blonde hair , but the lips looked the same as they had the last time i saw him. Red, plump and with a small cut, barely healing over.
I remembered that cut. I’d patched it up for him three weeks ago.
“Y/N…” His voice is raspy and strained, vocal chord fighting to draw energy from a body that was already shutting down. Sighing, I grabbed his wrist, watching the way he winced at the touch. Bruises, on his knuckles. Scrapes all over his fingers and a finger that looked unnaturally bent.
“Why are you here?” i whispered, gripping the door till my fingers turned white.
Yoongi blinked and the cut in his forehead bled a bit more, the red liquid slipping into his eye and making him flinch.
“Baby…. See you…i wanted to see you…”
I scoffed as I moved closer, wrapping my arm around his waist slowly, aware that he was probably sporting cracked ribs as well.
“You’re dying.” I said flatly.
He let out a harsh little laugh.
“ Probably. But not tonight. “
Yoongi and i had grown up together. In a fishing village off the coast of Jeju do and we had been in love for as long as I could remember. He had been my first. My only.
When we both got into medical school, i was over the moon. I knew I was going to be a doctor and I knew Yoongi would be a succcessful surgeon. We would get married and have our happily ever after.
Except that when we reached Seoul, that wasn’t what happened. Yoongi hated the city. He hated the college. He hated studying. He hated everything except being with me and then he started hating that too….
I wasn’t fun enough . i wasn’t adventurous enough . I wasn’t reckless enough .
I wasn’t enough.
Suddenly, in my eyes
rain wells up
You well up,
I see you even when I breathe
like cherry blossoms
but burns and becomes ashes
“ Why are you here?” I asked again, pressing the pad of cotton wool, held delicately with the forcept, dipped in the antiseptic on the metal tray, and gently wiped at the cut on his forehead. “ Why don’t you just go to an emergency room? Why do you always turn up here and hurt me?”
He was shirtless, body a canvas of criss cross stripes and blooming bruises . Someone had really did a number on him. He didn’t reply, just stared at me intently, face inches from mine as he watched me work.
“We broke up. You shouldn’t be coming back to me. You shouldn’t be doing this to me Min Yoongi! Damn you! Damn you to hell and back! ” I felt tears sting. The first few drops slipped out and dripped over my cheeks, landing on his knees.
Still he stayed quiet, gaze steady as he watched me cry.
“I love that you cry for me. You’re the only one who ever does. You always cried for me. even when we were six years old and my father beat me up. ” he finally said and I felt my heart break all over again.
Sniffling, I wiped the back of my arm across my nose. I swiped away thetears and glared at him.
“Stop it. “i said sternly.
“You told me you wanted to become a doctor only because you wanted to stop me from hurting. And then you cried again…” He was smiling softly , like it was the best memory he had and I wanted to lash out at him.
“Well, i won’t ! Anymore… You’re not worth my tears.!” i shouted even as a few more slipped out, unbidden.
He smiled softly, reaching out and lightly rubbing his thumb on the underside of my eye.
i pulled away, hating myself.
. Dropping the bloody bit of cotton wool on the bin at my feet, I picked up the tube of antiboiotic and sprayed some of the disinfectant on my fingers. I applied some of the cream on my fingertips before carefully dabbing the cut on his forehead.
He hissed and i startled, nearly dropping the tray and his hand shot out, gripping my wrist hard, steadying me. It felt like a fiery burn, the touch of his hands on mine and I tugged my hand away.
Or at least tried to. He didn’t let go, thunb tracing circles on my forearm in gentle soothing strokes.
“I missed you.” He whispered.
I choked on my own sobs.
Hey girl I know,
the conclusion you arrived at by yourself
Your hand, your body, your body heat
that was hotter than the equator
I’m still here, on repeat on top of this tune that isn’t there anymore.
I’m turning by myself on top of this music that has long ended
“Remember that night … in the barn?” He said suddenly, just as I finished bandaging the cut on his forehead. I moved to get a new batch of cotton wool to start on the others.
“No.” I lied promptly.
“Should i jog your memory then? We snuck out of your brother’s engagement , that night … after school?…”
“Why are you doing this to me?” I whispered.
“i keep thinking about that night….”
“Well, i don’t…. “
“you should…it was amazing..”
“I love you, Y/N.”
“Turn around, let me see your back. “
He smiled and shifted obediently.
As I began cleaning up the cuts there, I couldn’t help but remember the night he was referring to.
“Ahhh… ” I shouted and Yoongi shushed me with his palm pressed into my mouth while he pumped three long fingers in and out of my dripping wet pussy, thumb rubbing circles on my clit. I stared, my eyes glazed, at his handsome face as he smirked at me. He’d smirked at me with the kind of baseless confidence that only a seventeen year old could have.
We were in the barn of the Travelers Inn, it was evening and he’d dragged me out of my brother’s engagement party in the tavern and to the abandoned building. He’d chained the door shut and almost ripped my cotton blouse and skirt in his haste to get me naked.
My bra and panties had followed and now we were both naked, me on the floor on a makeshift straw pallet and him on top, his hard cock leaking precum on my stomach as it dragged over the soft flesh of my belly button. I reached down and gripped it tightly, using my thumb to get some of the wetness before stroking the straining member, aware of the way it twitched in my hand,so big and hard. I groaned at the thought of it inside me, stretching me out and filling me so completely.
“I’m going to the lick your cunt.. ” Yoongi whispered and I let out a startled laugh.
“That’s filthy… ” I said awed. Yoongi grinned before pulling his fingers out of my pussy with a squelching noise. I was so wet and swollen that I wanted to sob at the sudden emptiness. Yoongi licked the fingers he’d just pulled out of me and I grimaced.
“You taste delicious… here see… ” he kissed me and I tasted myself on his tongue and he was right. it wasn’t gross. it was oddly arousing.
He pulled back and slapped my thighs.
“Open your legs a bit. ”
I let my legs fall open and he used his fingers to lightly stretch me open, staring at my center with hunger.
“You’re so pink and swollen and wet down here. I could stare at your cunt all day. ” he grinned before diving down and licking my clit, in deft little strokes. I thrashed about in shock, the pleasure too much to bear.
He licked and suckled down to the slit before pushing his tongue in and lapping up all the wetness, humming in that low husky voice of his, like he was eating some sort of a rare treat.
His stubble brushed my sensitive skin and the burn felt so good as he continued to press his tongue in deeper, now with two fingers to help keep me open while his thumb kept rubbing my clit. I slipped a hand down to grip his silky black hair even as he suckled the entrance and lightly grazed his teeth on my clit.
My orgasm hit me so hard I nearly blacked out.
I exploded all over his face and he growled, licking and tasting every last drop till I was a shivering drained mess.
He crawled up and then smiled at me.
“So what do you think of my oral skills? ” he whispered, kissing me and letting me taste my own juices.
I grinned in disbelief.
“Definitely A plus. ”
“Catch your breath and suck me off… I want to cum on your face. ”
I nodded and let him nuzzle my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples while I yelped.
Five minutes later he straddled my shoulders, gripping the wooden slat on the wall as he fucked my mouth in slow shallow thrusts, his aching pink cock hitting the back of my throat. When he was close he pulled out and then stroked himself till he came all over my face, globs of white cum landing on my hair . He stared at his handiwork with a pleased smile and I had to beg him to let me clean it up before it dried.
Min Yoongi was insatiable.
And I was so, so, so lucky.
Girl let me know
Girl let me know
Although I already know everything is over
Although you’re over me
Girl let me know
“ Tell me to never come back.” His lips closed over mine with bruising familiarity, his body still thrumming from the residual adrenaline from his fight, as he backed me into the bed.
It was fast and rough and fierce. He used his tongue to trace the seam of my lips, demanding entrance, even as his hands slipped underneath my legs, gripping my thighs and forcing me to wrap my legs around his lean waist.I gasped, the physical expression of his strength leaving her dazed.
He pulled my shorts off swiftly.
He used soft, wispy touches to trace my heat, his fingers stroking down my wet centre through the thin material of my underwear, even as his lips moved downward, finding and then mouthing at my nipples through the fabric of my t shirt. Each warm and wet movement made me sag a little more, till my forehead hit his shoulder
He moved one hand to the edge of my neckline and I shivered.
“Don’t tear this one too. I like it . ” I whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of his jaw and he chuckled.
“I’ll buy you ten others . Just like this. ” he unbuckled my bra with one hand and I could only gape. The first touch of his fingers to my bare breasts made my toes curl, my fingers flitting to his hair and sinking into the thick block locks, still a little wet from sweat .
He bent low, carefully closing his lips over one taut nipple, drawing it in, suckling it and then giving it a very warm and wet tug. The sensation of having the little nub pulled away from the rest of my body was so strong and arousing that I gripped his hair, gasping wildly.
He laughed softly, pulling back and then licking the tips with soft kitten licks. He moved to repeat the action on the other breast, before fumbling with his belt, pulling himself out and then pressing up against me till I was cradling the hard length of his arousal against my heated core. His fingers slipped in, pushing aside my underwear to find her slit.
I was lushly, gloriously wet, the silky slide off his fingers facing no resistance at all as he slipped them in, curling inside me till I saw stars.
“So tight. So beautiful. I want to taste you. Want to see if you still taste the same. More addicting than the finest wine… ” he whispered, biting down on my earlobe. I jumped when his thumb pressed against my clit, moving in gentle circles that left me writhing against the strength of his hand.
He kept at it for a long time, the slow smooth strokes making me lose my sanity in short exhaled gasps. His fingers slipped deeper, searching and then rubbing against some exquisite spot inside me that turned melted my bones and left me limp.
“You missed me , didn’t you? “
He whispered, kissing me feverishly as he pressed me into the mattress. I groaned, choking on air as I tried to get my bearings.
“No. “ i said stubbornly.
“Do You love me?” He demanded, fingers working feverishly to pull off my panties. I grunted , palms digging into his shoulders as i clung on for dear life.
“No…” I choked out, head dropping when he spread my legs, slipped two fingers in without warning. I keened at the stretch and tried to tamp down the panic.
“You’re over me then?” He said curiously, lining his cock up right against me , gripping the hard length of it and tracing circles with the head on my entrance, smaring sprecum and my wetness all over.
“Yes…I’m over you…i don’t love you anymore ..I…”
He pushed in without warning, burying himself to the hilt, my voice ripping out of me in a strangled breath that was half givbberish and half his name. I squirmed at the impossible girth of him, my breath coming in pants as he pulled back out before pushing in , spearing me open.
I felt tears slip out as he fucked into me, slowly and then rough , alternating the tempo till i was a shivering , boneless mess.
“Let me in, babe…. I’ll take care of you…. Let me in… ” he whispered raggedly, even as he pressed in further, brushing some elusive spot inside me that set off fireworks at the back of my eyelids, my blood singing in my veins. My eyes widened and then fluttered shut but he was panting against me.
“Open your eyes… Look at me.. ” he said roughly, fingers holding my hips as he set an easy rhythm of in and out. He pulled back till he was almost fully out and then drove back in, in one smooth silky plunge. My body stretched and purred as it widened to accommodate him , my inner walls clenching in protest everytime he pulled out.
I wanted this forever. Him inside me, right where he belonged.
right where he should be. Safe and sound. Not hurting but happy.
But he’s going to leave agin. He’s going to go get hurt again.
I whimpered, steeling myself for the inevitable explosion that would hit me. His thumb pressed further against my nub, and I felt my breath leave my body in short gasps.
“Wait for me… Don’t leave without me… ” he said suddenly and I shook my head, already tumbling over the edge of sanity, my muscles spasming around his flesh and milking him as well, till he sank against me, groaning out his pleasure.
We lay there like that for a few minutes, exhausted, limp and breathless. Everything felt empty in the aftermath except for where we were joined, hot and wet, the smell of sex so pungent in the air that I wanted to sink into the floor.
“Tell me to leave. Tell me to get lost, damn you! Help me leave..Y/N .” He whispered.
I pulled back to stare at him.
If there are hellos,
then there’s bound to be goodbyes?
I don’t care about that,
I don’t want to stick to that
I’ll turn away, hypnotizing myself
i watched him as he put his clothes back on, still wincing lightly at the movements. He hadn’t cracked any ribs . And his finger was only strained. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been.
I sat on the foot of the bed, knees pulled up and chin resting on them as i watched him.
“Is this it?” I said stupidly.
“You tell me.”
“Quit everything. Come back to me.” I whispered , the words familiar and tastless. I’d said them so many times now. Over and over. They no longer held any meaning. Or so it felt.
He smiled at me and finished lacing up his boots before walking over. He crouched low and carefully brushed my hair away.
“You know i can’t , love.”
“Yoongi…. Don’t leave me…” I whispered , turning my cheek to rub it against his palm.
He smiled again , bright and gummy and it was like watching an angel.
So beautiful. He was so damn beautiful.
“I have to go…”
“Don’t go back there… It’s dangerous…” I begged, clinging to the collar of his bloodstained jacket.
“No..” He pulled my hands away and stood up slowly, walking over to the door.
“ I’m dangerous.” he whispered.
And then he was gone.
Maybe we’re all just a bunch of fools
Everyone lives with a love that has come to an end
It’s not that I still have feelings for you
I know we can’t work out
A month later, i was flipping through the TV channels when the news item caught my attention.
“…….Earlier tonight, yet another shootout in lower Itaewon as gang members clashed in a popular college hang-out….The incident left two dead and three injured …….”
My heart dropped to my knees and i dove for my phone, watching the scene on the TV. i noticed the ambulance, checked the hospital. it was my hospital….
I whimpered as i dialled the number.
“Minho!! Today… the shooting …in itaewon…” i choked out.
“It isn’t him, Y/N.”
My breath came out in a whoosh.
“I… Are you sure…?” I said stupidly, my fingers going ice cold in relief.
“it isn’t Yoongi.”
I hung up the phone with dead fingers, my heartrate slowly coming back to normal.
It wasn’t him .
But someday it would be.
And there was nothing i could do about it.
In my imagination, I fight with you,
make up with you and understand you
Your hand gestures, your eyes,
they are faded but not gone
Why won’t they go away?
The knock on my door came at midnight.
Don’t open it. End it now. End it today. This isn’t right.
i dragged myself off the bed and slowly walked to the door. I took a deep breath before grabbing the key and slwoly unlocking it.
He was dressed in a snapback. The same olive green jacket. His white shirt was surprisingly clean, but his arm was drenched and i caught the bullet hole in the sleeve, nausea hitting me in the stomach.
“Did you miss me?” He whispered.
Yes. i miss you. i love you .
i held the door open and helped him in.
“No.” i said softly, cherishing the warmth of his laughter as he hugged me.
AUTHOR’S NOTE : I’m crying. Yoongi is my bias and this was just… sorry. Let me know what you think…