tfw Min Yoongi looks like this.


It’s about 7:00 at night, and this day has been a whirlwind for you. A lengthy road trip to Seuol to visit relatives, and having your younger siblings annoy you as you tried to sleep. Nothing seemed to be going up for you—that is, before your older cousin Hoseok dragged you along to meet his friends. It was no secret in your family that Hoseok was talented and a rising star, everyone saw it coming. Now that he’s in a group—which you enjoy very much—BTS, he hasn’t been home alone due to working. Childhood memories of you two playing in dirt replay constantly, reminding you of how much you missed your cousin while he was away. Now that he’s home, he wants to make up for all the missed phone calls and texts you sent over the past months. As said previously, he brought you to meet his group mates. He introduced them all to you—knowing that you were fully aware of who they were, but didn’t want to embarrass you—and warned them to not lay a paw on his cherished little cousin. Which really doesn’t make sense if he didn’t want that to happen considering the circumstances you’re in right now: Alone in the dance room with Yoongi. They ran out to get dinner, and left you and him there: Yoongi because he was in the mood to not even be talked to—making mistakes in the choreography too much—and you because it was dark out, and they wouldn’t want to take the chance of you being hurt. It had been about five minutes since they left, and this has been the most long in your life. Yoongi was silent, still panting harshly and hitting his legs with his fists. He tangled his fingers in his hair in frustration, growling in his throat as he looked in the mirror at his defeated position on the floor.

You stand up, and grab a water bottle from the case they had gotten earlier. “Cool down,” You broke the silence, handing it to him.

“I don’t need water.” He didn’t even look at you, still staring at his mocking reflection.

“By the looks of it, it seems as if you do. You have a huge mirror right in front of you, don’t you? If you’re still upset-”

“Of course I’m still upset!” His voice rose, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I just wanted to help..” Your breathing slowed down, and your eyelids felt heavy with guilt and slight hurt. Continuing to look at the ground and turning away you ask, “What’s the move?”

“It’s this hand movement thing,” He said. You heard him get up, so you turn to face him. “I gotta put my hand here, and move like this.” He tried explaining, but focused more on having another go at it. Somewhere along the way, he stopped speaking and just focused on dancing. “Ugh!” He stopped his foot, “I messed up again.” He sat back down, putting his hands in his face.

“You have to move your body where your hands are?” You walked over to him again.

“Yes. Apparently, my body can’t do what I tell it to: a simple dance like this.” He pressed his knees against his chest, and rested his tiresome head on them.

Of all the boys, to you he was the cutest. His smile, the way he carries himself, his verses—and now, his perseverance that was clearly displayed before you. “Practice makes perfect?” You reluctantly said, sitting next to him cross legged.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” He retorted, actually looking at you this time.

“It looks like you’re over working yourself, and need a break.”

“I can’t take breaks—I’ll never learn the dance.” He shot back, glaring at you.

“You can pick it up later, tomorrow—whenever. You’ll eventually get the hang of it, and it doesn’t have to be right this second.” He stood quiet, and kept his eyes on his shoes while he hugged his legs. “Have some water,” You attempted to hand him some again, to which he also repeated the last time and ignored. “Please? I don’t like seeing people so stressed out, especially you; you work hard enough already.” Again, nothing. “Yoongi~” You sang, shaking the bottle in front of his face.

He sighed heavily, retrieving the plastic from your hand. “Do I have to take a break?” He complained, unscrewing the cap.

“It would make you feel better, so yes.”

He was busy chugging down the water to say anything, “If I do, you try dancing.” He pulled the opening away from his plump lips, leaving them as soaked as his body is. “It’s a deal, and I promise I’ll take it easy only if you agree.”

“No!” You exclaimed, pushing your body away from his.

“Oh well,” He screwed the cap back on, standing up again. “Guess I’ll just have to keep going.” He threw the bottle in your lap, and winked. “Don’t enjoy the show too much, kid.”

“What dance?”

“Hm?” He fought a smile.

“What dance?” You asked louder, turning your head to the side.

“I still have to decide,” He towered above you, “Look at me.”

“Why?” You didn’t budge.

“So I can know what I want you to do,” He lifted you up with both of his hands on your sides. “Sheesh, you’re short.” He snorted, ruffling your hair. He stood back, scanning your body. “You know the song No More Dream?”


“Good. You’ve seen the music video I take it?” You nodded, “So you know the part where Jimin lifts his shirt up and does that dance, right?”

Your stomach tightened, “Y-Yes.”

“I wanna see you do it,” He told you boldly, “I’ll show you how.” Why you? Why this particular dance? You gulped as he stood behind you, and positioned you right smack in the middle of the room. “Let’s start where you hold your arm out,” He lifted your right arm, placing it in front of you. “Bend down a little, you know what I’m talking about.” It’s true, you do know what he’s talking about..but why? You did as you were told, and he did the exact same. “Good, good.” He complimented, “Now move your hips forward; thrust like how we did.” By now, your face began growing hot as Yoongi’s body pressed against yours so closely—now he’s telling you to thrust.


He cuts off your stuttering, “I’ll show you; don’t worry.” He holds his arm out next to yours, and the other on your hip. “Follow my hand,” He pushed you forward, and thrusted slightly himself. “Want me to do it slower, or again?”


“Again: follow my hand.” He repositions you back to the original stance, and repeats his steps. “You gotta make sure your hips do it smoothly..” He breathed in your ear, looking down at the nonexistent gap between your bum and his crotch area. “Smoothly.” He said slowly, matching his movements with it. “Now try it,” You did as he showed you, and he clapped. “Great, now again.”

“This is so weird..” You covered your face.

“It’s not like I’ll make fun of you,” He rolled his eyes, “Come on, (Y/N).”

You did it again, shutting your eyes tightly. “D-Did I do it?”

“Yes, you did.” Yoongi smiled proudly, “Now for the turn.” He stood behind you again, “Don’t mind my hands.” When you were about to ask what he meant, his hands clutched your hips. Just as he did before, he demonstrated every single bit of that move too. He held your waist, moving along with you once you got it down. He breathed a laugh, the hot air hitting your neck as he was bent down to look at your body. “You’re a good dancer.”

“Thank you,” You blushed.

“I think that’s enough now,” He pulled away gently, “Come sit down.” He pulled you to where you two sat before. “You dance?” He asked, sipping some water and handing it to you.

“No. Hoseok has taught me a few things, though.” You sipped as well.

“That explains it,” He chuckled, “He’s the best dancer.”

“You’re a really good dancer too,”

“Not as good as him,” He laughed looking down.

“He worked hard, danced everyday, and never gave up—there’s no doubt he’d be a great dancer.” You felt a tingle of pride when speaking about your successful cousin.

“He’s told us stories about when he was starting, and where he would dance.”

“Did he?”

“Oh yeah, he takes pride in it—not too much, of course.” He looked down again, “Are you ticklish?”

“Why?” You scooted backwards.

“Ah, you are.” He laughed, lunging towards you.

“I’m not, I swear!” You squealed, pulling away.

“I think you’re lying,” He finally gripped your hand, and straddled you. “This is gonna be so much fun.” He said, making his fingers dance all around your abdominal area.

“S-Stop!” You managed to say through your messy laughter.

“Stop!” He mimicked you, giving you no mercy. “Who was the one who said I should take a break?” He raised his eyebrow, struggling to hold you wrists together. “Stop squirming!” He said holding you in one hand now. “Again, who said I should have a break?” He tried calming down.

“I did.” You looked up at him.

“Is this a break?” His voice lowered, and he looked down at you.

“I think so..”

“I hope it is..” He trailed off, finding your eyes. He leaned down, closing his eyes lightly. Your eyes closed as well, just before the impact of his lips on yours. One wasn’t enough, so after that peck ended he deepened it. His free hand made its way to your cheek, holding it as he pressed his lips against your hungrily. His tongue carefully brushed your bottom lip, but by his body movements he was begging for you to let him in—so you did. Normally, people would fight for dominance—but you didn’t even have the chance to. Yoongi’s tongue overpowered yours quickly, and he took control over you now. His tongue traced over yours repeatedly, just right so you lightly moaned in his mouth. You felt his smirk as he pulled away, but not without tugging your lip on the way. “Would you say this is a break?”

“Mhm.” You breathed, your eyes dreamily staring into his.

“You know Hoseok would kill me if he found us like this, right?” He kicked his lips, leaning down to your face again.

“I know.” You stole a kiss.

“And you wanna keep going?” He chuckled against your neck, “I like your style, but I don’t want to make him mad.” He said before kissing your skin, “I like this, I really do (Y/N).” He progressed to nipping at you, and sucking before letting go. “If you want to continue this with the risk of the guys busting in here,” His kissing trailed down to your collarbone, “We could.” He kissed your exposed collarbone, doing exactly what he did to your neck. “I didn’t figure you as that kind of girl,”

His hand lifted the hem of your shirt, leaving your stomach to him. “What kind of girl is that?”

“The one who gets turned on by danger, doing things the wrong way, and getting man handled.” He mumbled against you, giving you goosebumps as he made his way up towards your breasts. “It’s a pleasant surprise.” He lifted your bra up next, not wanting to take it off because of the time you two had left. Licking around your nipple, he took it in his mouth suckling on it gently while pinching the other. “I really hope they don’t walk in, I want time for other things if that’s alright.” He looked up at you, still doing his work.

“If you hurry they won’t,”

“Hm,” He laughed shaking his head, “Now why would I do that? I want you to beg for me to be in you, not just say it nonchalantly like that. I want you to scream,” He said, pulling your legs apart and putting his hips in between them. “I want to make sure you get exactly what you deserve: a good, long, hard-”

A roar of laughter was heard in the hall along with whining from a deep voice, “Give me it back!”

“It’s a toy!” Another voice annoyingly responded.

“Get up, get up!” You whisper yelled, hitting Yoongi’s shoulder repeatedly. He tumbled backwards, pulling his shirt down and looking at the ceiling. You tugged desperately on your bra, and shirt.

“Yah, just give Tae his stupid toy back.” Namjoon grunted, opening the door.

“It’s not just a toy!” He snatched it from Jimin and his devilish smile.

“We’re finally back,” Hoseok said, coming in with bags of food.

“Time to eat!” Jin cheered happily, skipping inside.

“He’s been excited the whole way here,” Jungkook glared at him.

“Here (Y/N),” Jin handed you a styrofoam box, “Oh, you have a little..” He pointed at his neck, “Cover it and I won’t tell.” He smiled sweetly. “Yoongi,” He shook his head, “Here.” He patted his back roughly, sending him forward a little.

“Thanks,” He grabbed his meal, making sure his shirt was down.

“Ugh, Yoongi..” You pouted, fixing your shirt and hair. “Is it covered?” You pointed to where Jin said the ‘little’ was.

He bursts out in laughter, making some of the guys turn their attention to him. “Not even close,” He whispered, “Here, have my sweater.” He grabbed a sweater lying on the ground next to the wall. He sat closer to you, glancing at the rest of the guys then back to you. “It’s not little, I’ll tell you that.” He pecked your cheek lovingly, “Don’t worry about it, this’ll cover it.” He stood up, helping you in it as you raised your arms.

“How big is it exactly?” You worriedly asked, fixing your hair.

“Mm, hold on.” He reached in the sweater’s pocket taking his phone out. “I’m gonna move your hair out of the way, but I’ll put it back.” He brushed your hair over your shoulder, and some lose strands behind your ear. Looking down he chuckled, bringing his phone to it. You heard a light shutter sound, and he held it out to you.

“Yoongi-!” He covered your mouth knowing you’d scream.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He looked over your shoulder, “I’m sorry, okay? Do you forgive me?” He looked at you in the eyes, smiling cutely. “Please, (Y/N)?” He held your hands, “Please, jagi?”

You sighed in submission, “Alright.”

“Thank you,” He pecked your lips, but but his while quickly checking if anyone saw. “Whew,” He touched his forehead, “Eat up.” He poked your stomach, then fixed your hair.

Once everyone finished eating and were done messing around, it was time Hoseok took you back to his house where your mothers were probably blabbering. “(Y/N) said she really liked you guys,” He smiled, putting his arm around you to look at the guys lined up.

“You guys are really nice, and funny.” You awkwardly said, swinging your arms. “Thank you for treating me to food, and thank you for keeping me company Yoongi.”

You looked over to him with his arms behind his back smiling, and nodding. “I had fun with you, too.”

BTS reactions

BTS reactions to you telling them that you’re pregnant. 


At first he will be a bit really fucking shocked at the news and will be completely speechless

Originally posted by triptychz

But once it sinks in he will be the happiest guy in the world “Jagiya! I’m gonna be a daddy! And they’ll call me ‘appa’!”

Originally posted by jimiin


He will immediately explode with happiness and grab you into a huge hug

Originally posted by parkjmn

“how about after this baby we make a new one? huh?”

Originally posted by ohparkjimin


At first he will try to let the news sink in and probably not say anything for a while

Originally posted by prncessjin

but then he will be overwhelmed with happiness. “Oh my god! Jagiya! We’re going to be parents! I can’t wait! I’m going to attack the baby with kisses every single second!”

Originally posted by vminv


He will be so happy and start jumping up and down and dancing at the sound of the news

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

and then after he has calmed down he will take a few minutes and just think out loud “I can’t believe this is real!”

Originally posted by taehyyungs


“You’re… whAT!?”

Originally posted by jjungkook

he will be a bit shocked at first but once you tell him again he will surprise you with a sudden outburst of happiness. “Oh my god jagiya! I’m so happy!”

Originally posted by the-rap-man

Rap Monster:

“Oh my god I can’t believe it!”

Originally posted by rninjoon

He might act a bit shy on the outside, but in the inside he is screaming and dancing out of happiness! “I’m going to spoil them so much!”

Originally posted by runchrandas


He will be so shocked and won’t be able to believe his ears and he will act all cute like “Wait.. You’re pregnant???”

Originally posted by hugtae

“I love you so much jagiya! I promise I will love our baby and protect him or her!”

Originally posted by agustd