Description: You’re in a relationship with Yoongi but he doesn’t seem to have time to see you. You’re left with a decision stay or leave.
Unlocking your phone, you check the time again 12:34 am. Yoongi had texted you at ten that he and the rest of BTS were just finishing up in the studio and heading to dinner and that he would be home soon after. You decided to wait up for him seeing as how recently you didn’t see him as much as you used to and every time you texted or called asking to eat lunch or hang out together he would apologize and say next time when he wasn’t so busy.
That had been going on for two and a half weeks and you figured it made sense since his group’s comeback was coming up soon. But you still couldn’t help feeling lonely and bored when he wasn’t around. You checked your phone again barely anytime had passed and it was still absent from messages. Deciding it was not worth being sleep deprived at work tomorrow you got up and headed to your empty bedroom and went to sleep. A small sliver of hope in you wished he would be next to you when you woke up in the morning.
Disappointment hit you in waves throughout the next day. First when you awoke and all you saw was a post-it note on the fridge saying he was sorry for coming in late and leaving early. Then later on when you texted him if he would be free for lunch that day and not receiving a text back at all leaving you to eat a late lunch from a vending machine. Once more before dinner time when you called and it went straight to voicemail, receiving a text seconds later saying “cnt tlk rn” (“can’t talk right now”). A frown formed on your face as disappointment, sadness, and anger washed through you. You didn’t know why he had to work nearly 24 hours every day and why he couldn’t just take an hour, hell even a 30-minute break just for lunch with you.
description: Okay sure, maybe having a threesome with two best friends from the same frat wasn’t the smartest thing you’d ever done. But hey, when the result was them vying for your attention in the form of scandalous snaps, breathy audio messages, and unspeakable texts, well then the decision definitely wasn’t that bad — Or alternatively, your phone getting caught in the middle of Yoongi and Jungkook constantly trying to one-up each other in a war of sexting (and just maybe romantics).
Nine texts, four missed calls, several snaps, one voice mail
— who the fuck leaves voicemails?
The notifications flashed across the home screen of your
phone after your blurry and sleep-deprived eyes managed to locate the button to
stop your shrieking alarm that was set for six-thirty in the goddamn morning. The
early wake-up time due to the fact that it was your turn to trudge through the
morning shift at the café you worked at — now that was what you called a simple cause and effect. You have the
morning shift, so you set your alarm earlier than usual. It was simple, however
as your thumb rested against the screen of your phone, the previously mentioned
notifications continuing to stare back at you with urging enticement, you once
again wondered how this particular
cause and effect had come to fruition.
Your teeth caught hold of your bottom lip, bearing down on
the tender flesh as your heart began to rapidly beat against your chest. Ragged
sighs invaded your lungs as you pressed your thumb against the home button of
the device. It unlocked, revealing what you of course already knew would be
there. The small red dots that indicated how many missed alerts you had
received throughout the night. It was with a deep breath that you pressed down
on the first icon to rid yourself of the notification that held the least
Creative Content Contributor:@everybodykpops with another absolutely gorgeous moodboard.
Rating: M - explicit sex, cursing, drinking
Word Count: 7.2k
Summary: Your fates were sealed long before your paths crossed. Get your diploma and get married. You were similar in that way – both bound by outdated customs. Falling in love was never something either of you dared to dream about. Until it happened.
Synopsis: As an aspiring writer drowning under the public’s radar, a click of the pen is all you need to accept your supervisor’s offer to co-write an article for the SS - Secrets Spilled, a regular section of your company’s weekly tabloid; but fabricated stories and invasive details aren’t all that you write when you discover Min Yoongi’s dirty little secret.
Pairing: Yoongi x reader Genre: Fluff, a lot of smut Warnings: Mature content Word Count: 4.5K
His voice was almost a whisper, warm breath hitting the shell of your ear. And the heat coupled with the slow, savory movements of his fingers overtop the thin fabric had an almost numbing effect, your mind drawing a blank as you enter an intoxicating haze.
“I thought there was no punishment?” you manage to say, swallowing back the moans that threatened to escape. “This is a demonstration baby, not a punishment.”
Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?
Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst
Warnings: Strong language, smut talked about/implied, some dark themes
certainly looked the part. Dress slacks, light-blue blouse, a blazer with the
sleeves rolled up once. You were even wearing heels, much to your distaste. You
had bought your slacks at a consignment store cheap, and they fit other than
the length. You planned to either have them hemmed or buy new ones as soon as
you got your first pay check, but for now you would have to survive without
elevator you were standing in was basically a box of mirrors, and everywhere
you looked you saw yourself. It was a little disconcerting, so you tried to
focus on your phone. You felt the elevator stop, and you glanced up at the
numbers on the wall. You were only on the fifth floor, so you guessed someone
else must be going up as well.
were right, and watched as two young men stepped into the elevator with you.
The taller of the two gave you a smile as the other almost pressed the button
for the tenth floor, noticed it was already lit up, and dropped his hand.
must be the new secretary.” He commented, and you raised your eyebrows.
how did you—“
know everyone on the tenth floor.” The taller man replied. “My name’s Seokjin,
by the way.” He held out his hand for you to shake.
to meet you.” You said, giving them both a smile. “I look forward to getting to
know you both.”
count on it.” The second man snorted.
shot the other man a look, and hit his arm lightly. “Jimin, don’t scare the
girl off on her first day.” Jimin shrugged, unperturbed.
do you mean, ‘don’t count on it’?” You asked, and Jimin smiled.
“I mean, you won’t be around long enough to
get to know us.” He looked over to Seokjin. “I’d give her a week, tops.”
sighed. “Such a pessimist.” He chided before sizing you up. “She’ll last a
Description: It wasn’t long after you started your new job that your boss caught your attention. Young, platinum blonde, a fan of basketball and hip hop, he was quite the outlier for someone with his title. It was hard to deny your attraction and when he suggested a casual sexual agreement it was clear the feeling was mutual. What wasn’t apparent at the start was the dark reality he lived in and how he would pull you into that abyss.
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Word Count: 8880
Warning: Dom!Yoongi, light breath play, cum play, punishment, demeaning names
A/N: I ended up having to split this chapter in two because it was getting so long. I hope you enjoy it anyways!
→scenario: When you met Yoongi in a club, you thought it was fate that brought the two of you together. But after you walked into your college math class for the very first time, you weren’t so sure anymore.
Every time he gloats over you, you just want to punch him in the face to shut him up. With your fist or maybe with your mouth. You still aren’t quite sure which one to use yet. Possibly both.
pairing: min yoongi x reader genre: comedy, slight angst, fluff type: enemies to lovers + police au word count: 10,542 words warnings: a bunch of sexual innuendos author’s note: happy birthday to my mean ho, pablo, fellow yoongi appreciator, and the bestest friend in the entire universe @zephyoongist (i have a longer note for you at the bottom!)
Lieutenant Min Yoongi
had stationed himself at his desk for three hours already, starting from when
he came in at six a.m. sharp, and practically inhaled the coffee he had bought
from the quaint hole in the wall cafe near his apartment. Despite already
downing the largest cup he could order from the shop, he no longer felt the
effects of the extra shots of expresso and was forced to drink the watered-down
version offered at his workplace. With more caffeine than actual rivulets of
carmine running through his veins, Yoongi practically fuels his sleep deprived
body with lethal doses of the stale and caustic coffee provided at the Bangtan
The crisp sheets of
paper from the latest case file he is examining are spread out across his desk
in somewhat of a disarray, the original order he had put it in four hours ago
now long gone, as he continuously rifles around for certain tidbits of
information that can piece the solution together. Picking up what is now his
third cup of coffee, he mumbles a variation of curses under his breath when he
sees that he had been using the case’s manila folder as a coaster, glaring
disdainfully at the blatant brown ring staining the front of the file. He is
beginning to lose feeling in his backside, and his mind toys with the thought
of taking a nap in one of the cots set up in the backroom. Yet, he cannot take
his eyes away from the evidence laid out in front of him; the solution is right
there—he can feel it beneath his fingertips as he trails them across the ridged
papers and the dark ink.
Three rapid knocks are
heard against the glass of his office door, and Yoongi looks up to see
Hoseok—his second-in-command sergeant and long-time police partner—enter the
room, nervously biting his lower lip. A deeper crease forms between his
furrowed eyebrows as Yoongi takes one glance at the worried and tense
expression adorning Hoseok’s ordinarily cheery face. He finally speaks up, his
voice cracking slightly from disuse. “What is it, Hoseok?”
“Organized Crime sent
their sergeant here to work on that case with you.” Hoseok gestures towards the
opened file. “Apparently, it’s connected to a string of gang induced murders
they’ve been tracking, and—”
“Oh, fuck, no.” Yoongi
interrupts, rubbing his temples as he closes his eyes. “Please don’t tell me
“Guess I’m stuck with
you again. I’d say it’s a pleasure to work with you again, but it really isn’t,
so let’s just cut the crap and get straight to it, pretty boy.”