roaring20s

Stay With Me (2)

Word Count: 3065

Genre: Roaring20s!Yoongi (Womanizer!Yoongi? Playboy!Yoongi? idk) It does have suggestive light smut

|| In the time of the Roaring 20s, Min Yoongi is a world-famous jazz singer. Known for being an alluring womanizer, he’s quite confident he’ll have any girl under his spell. But when he sees Y/N in the bar during his show, all of a sudden he’s breaking his own rules. He’s no good for her, but he just can’t seem to let her go.

A/N: Inspired by this post so creds to OP

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Originally posted by ew-jiminnie

“I don’t sleep on the first date.” Her voice was low and husky, her warm breath sending chills down Yoongi’s spine. When her words finally registered in his mind, Yoongi’s eyes bulged. If he wasn’t going to nail her that night, he might never be able to; he was leaving town the morning after.

“Miss, I leave town tomorrow morning. I might never see you again.” Yoongi’s voice waivered, his eyes looking in every direction but hers. A sense of panic almost washed over Y/N, but she knew better than to show him her real feelings.

“Then convince me, Mr. Min.” Y/N distanced herself from him, her arms folding across her chest and her legs crossing themselves. Clearing his throat, Yoongi’s eyes darted to scan the restaurants and speakeasies passing by, praying he’ll be able to hit all the proper high notes to take Y/N home. Suddenly passing an expensive looking restaurant, Yoongi quickly tells the driver to pull his cab over. Yoongi hopped out of the cab first, holding out his arm for Y/N to take. Linking their arms, both head into the restaurant, grabbing a table for two.

Y/N was an average woman who didn’t earn much, but had enough to get by. Even for her, the restaurant seemed fancier than anything she had ever encountered. Red carpets and real leather chairs. A fountain outside and people dressed up; it almost seemed like a dream. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, adorned with what looked like real diamonds. How posh.

“If this isn’t your cup of rum and cola, Y/N, we can always go to the speakeasy near here.” Yoongi’s voice was raspy and quiet, his breath barely grazing her ear. Scanning the patrons and their food, Y/N thought about going to the speakeasy; it didn’t sound half bad. She’d be able to dance her worries away like she was supposed to last night, and she’d be able to drink as much as she’d like as long as Yoongi covered the cost.

“I think I’d rather go dancing.” Her eyes glistening at the thought of a jazz-filled evening.

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Stay With Me

Word Count: 3042

Genre: Roaring20s!Yoongi (Womanizer!Yoongi? Playboy!Yoongi? idk) It does have suggestive smut

|| In the time of the Roaring 20s, Min Yoongi is a world-famous jazz singer. Known for being an alluring womanizer, he’s quite confident he’ll have any girl under his spell. But when he sees Y/N in the bar during his show, all of a sudden he’s breaking his own rules. He’s no good for her, but he just can’t seem to let her go.

A/N: Inspired by this post so creds to OP

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Originally posted by yoonkooks

The year was 1924; the Roaring 20s. Economic prosperity was at its highest, and everyone was happy. Everyone, except Min Yoongi. Sly and suave on the outside, broken and empty on the inside. But no one ever knew that, not even the countless women that slept next to him. There laid Yoongi, slumped in another hotel bed, exhausted from last night’s set and after party. A glass of ice cold whiskey loosely held in his hands, the condensation piling up where his fingers meet the glass. His eyes empty and cold as he stared at the women next to him underneath the white sheets. She didn’t stir in her sleep, and her hair was splayed out on the pillow.

Yoongi set his cup on the nightstand, picking up an unfinished cigarette from the ash tray to take a drag. He threw off the blanket, not caring if he woke up the girl. Slipping on his suit and white dress shirt, he took out his cigarette box, pulling one out and placing it behind his ear. Yoongi’s platinum blond hair was messy, but he knew only a comb and some hairspray would put it in its place. At this point in the early morning, he couldn’t care less if he looked presentable. It’s not like he ever had any morning shows aside from Monday morning radio shows, and his next set wasn’t until eight at night. Grabbing his bottle of whiskey and fixing his tie in the mirror, he leaves the sleeping woman whose name he didn’t even know.

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