Summary: Dan has always gotten everything he ever wanted from Phil which is no surprise as he’s got the man wrapped around his finger. Though, maybe Dan’s underestimated Phil’s authority this time around.
RoyaltyAU: OC x Prince!Yoongi Length: 1.7K (lol barely a drabble but I’ll take it) Genre: Fluff. Just. Fluff Type: Disney Insp Drabbles ☞ REQUEST HERE ☜ Recommended OST: (x) Request By: @workofteaguk : how about “I’m right out here for you, just let me in” + your love aka min yoongi :“)
(a/n): warm up before I really get going with my other longer pieces! Ahh but this was so so fluffy I melted into a puddle 100x before I could coherently type all of it out TT please tell me what you think!! also this gif makes me cry many tears.. my prince TTTTTTT I LOVE YO(U)ONGI
“Would you please just open the door?”
Yoongi’s rasp drifts through the cool wood that is pressed into your back, the sheer tulle of your ball gown useless in its beauty to protect you against the nip of cold lingering in the early autumn air.
“No!” Your stubborn response travels through the barrier without fail, your childish pout and no doubt tear stained cheeks registering in Yoongi’s mind along with the clipped one word answer, despite his inability to see you.
“Princess…” He begins his magic spell, casting those minuscule syllables to make your heart to splutter with indignation in your ribcage to squeeze essences of rose onto your cheeks.
“Don’t call me that,” you counter, “everyone calls me that.”
“Am I not ‘everyone’ to you?” He questions, smile tugging their way across his cheeks, eyelashes kissing the taunt skin when he looks down to see you fidgeting on the other side of the door. His words are colored with underlying meanings.
How daring, questioning when he knows the answer, your mind chastises the boy, even if he can’t hear those thoughts.
You tried to understand that your
boyfriend was busy being in an idol group and all. Tours, recordings, music
broadcasts, and promotions were tiring. Therefore, you always tried to stay out
of his way and cope with the loneliness. It was hard, but you didn’t want to be
in his way. You saw your friends more than your own boyfriend. You envied them.
Their boyfriends were always texting them or there for them. Yoongi, on the
other hand, was always busy. Even when your grandmother passed away, he wasn’t
there to comfort you. You never told him. It was hard for you, but you tried to
always put on a strong front and smile in front of Yoongi. You didn’t want to
be a burden to him.
You don’t know where it went wrong. He
was so caring and affectionate toward you in the beginning. After 3 years of
dating, however, he stopped texting you every morning, afternoon, and night.
Soon, the texts disappeared and so did Yoongi. He stayed at the dorm all the time
now. You haven’t seen him for months and he didn’t bother to text or call you.
“You need to be selfish for once noona.”
You were hanging out with Bangtan’s
maknae line and Jimin was starting to worry about your relationship with his
hyung. You brought lunch over for them knowing they would probably skip it,
like always. They were too engrossed in practice to know that their bodies were
“Yeah, Jimin is right. We’ve never seen
Yoongi hyung act affectionate with you. You’re always texting us to check up on
hyung. That’s not right.”
You thought Jimin and Taehyung were
right, but you just couldn’t. You knew if this kept going, one of you will
start to fall out of love. This relationship would become toxic.
“Why don’t you go and take the lunches
to the hyungs. We’ll continue to practice after eating.”
“Okay Kookie. Remember to rest before
going back to practice. You’ll get stomach cramps.”
They nodded and you left to find the
other 4. You found them all in the recording studio talking and laughing.
Hoseok was the first to jump up and hug you.
He hugged you and you laughed. You were
always close to Hobi cause you and him were closest in age.
“Hey Hobi! Hey Namjoon, Seokjin oppa.”
They all hugged you, except for your own
boyfriend. You were kind of disappointed, but you quickly got rid of the
disappointment in your eyes and held out the lunches you had made for the boys.
“I know you guys would probably skip lunch
like always, so I bought you guys something to eat. It may not be as good as
Seokjin oppa’s, but it’s edible. The other 3 already tried it.”
“Ey, your food is delicious. But you
know, if you need any help with anything, I’m here to help!”
“Thank you oppa.”
Everyone except Yoongi grabbed a lunch
box from the bag. The other 3 quickly sensed the tension between the 2 of you
and left the 2 of you to talk. You stood there awkwardly as Yoongi went back to
work. After a few minutes of just standing, you grabbed a lunchbox and opened
it. You set it down in front of Yoongi and turned his chair around.
“Please, take a break and eat.”
“I’m busy if you can’t sense that
Your heart cracked. His harsh tone was
enough to cause tears to form.
“I know, but you should at least eat a
little. Just a bite?”
You were practically pleading at this
point. He could be as cold as he wanted to you, but you wanted him to at least
take care of himself. You pushed the lunchbox closer to him only to have it
knocked out of your hands and onto his lyric notebook. Your eyes widened and
you quickly grabbed his notebook from under the food. You knew how important it
was to him. It was his life.
“(Y/N)! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”
“DO YOU THINK A SORRY IS ENOUGH? YOU
COULD’VE RUINED EVERYTHING. You are so lucky it was closed.”
“I said I was sorry. If you just
“Are you blaming me now? Why can’t you
just leave me alone?”
Another crack in your heart.
That was your last straw. It hit some
nerve that you never knew even existed. And neither did he.
“LEAVE YOU ALONE? I’VE LEFT YOU ALONE
FOR MONTHS NOW! NOT A SINGLE TEXT OR CALL FOR 4 MONTHS AND YOU STILL WANT ME TO
LEAVE YOU ALONE? Sometimes I wonder if we’re even in a relationship. You could
at least send a text. I’m just asking for one simple, ‘hey’. Is that too much
to ask for?”
He was taken aback from your sudden
outburst. You were always a quiet person and you always kept calm even in the
most frustrating situations.
“I was busy. What’s up with you? You
“Maybe if you bothered to care, you
would understand why all this is happening.”
“I don’t have time. I wish you would
just understand me sometimes. I’m an idol. I can’t be there to comfort you through
everything. If you waited a little more, I would’ve been home. Stop being so
You were speechless. Everyone around you
were right. You have been too nice to Yoongi. He has taken your love for him
for granted. The tears you have been holding fell and now all your anger has
“Maybe I don’t want to wait anymore.
Maybe…maybe, I can’t wait anymore.”
With that, you left. You left him
standing there still taken aback from not only your words, but also your tears.
You left him to think about where this relationship went wrong. It took him a
while to finally figure out that you didn’t just throw a tantrum and leave to
cool off. You left him and your relationship with him.
“Hyung, how could you say that to noona?”
“Guys, I’m not in the mood.”
“How could you still say that?! You
haven’t talken to her in 4 months. She has to check on her stupid boyfriend
through us. She texted us to make sure you were eating, sleeping, and taking
care of yourself. She’s texted all of us because she didn’t want to bother you.
She’s been understanding. She has been waiting for you and here you are.
Namjoon scoffed. Jimin shoved 6 phones
onto the desk Yoongi was working at. There were endless conversations with you.
You telling them to make sure he was alright and healthy. There was even a
group chat he wasn’t a part of. And then there was his phone. Empty. Not a
single text since 4 months ago. As he finished reading, a sound from everyone’s
(Y/N) : You won’t be hearing from me for a while. Good luck on your
comeback. Please don’t tell Yoongi. I’m just a burden.
Hoseok quickly snatched his phone and
texted back. After getting another text, he turned to Yoongi and held his phone
out for him to see the conversation he just had with you.
Hobi: Where are you going? Please tell me you aren’t leaving.
(Y/N): Remember that offer I got at work to work on a fashion show in Paris. I decided to accept. I’m going to be gone for at least a year or maybe I’ll
just stay there.
Yoongi froze. You were leaving. You were
leaving him and never coming back. He looked up quickly when he heard another
text come in.
(Y/N): Guys, I’m leaving in 2 weeks to Paris. Please don’t tell
Yoongi. Tell him I met some other guy or you guys make up some excuse.
You still thought of him even though he
didn’t even glance at you for 4 months. Yoongi started to cry. He just ruined a
great relationship. He just ruined what could’ve been his wife and the mother
to his children. He made the woman he loved the most leave.
ot6 where Jeremy goes back to art college know that he has the funds but everybody thinks that the hot men picking Jeremy up from school are actually his sugar daddies?
now for something a little more lighthearted.
Word Count: 1700+
“Seriously,” Jeremy insisted. “You
don’t have to do this.” He was clutching his art bag close to his chest,
dreading the moment when Geoff would pull up alongside the curb and let Jeremy
It was one thing to be
twenty-five and going back to fulfill his dream of earning his fine arts
degree, but it was an entirely other thing
for your more or less partners to drop you off personally like they were taking
their kid to school.
“Nonsense,” said Geoff, waving
off his concern. “Besides, we want to share this experience with you! Now you
go out there and show these people what an artist you are.” He parked the car.
They were right in front of the main building.
Jeremy slipped out of the car,
slamming it quickly but not before Geoff said, “Have a good day!”
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Summary: You stumble across a sugar daddy website. Since you are struggling with paying for things for college and books, you follow your friends’ advice and start to look for a sugar daddy.
You sit on your rolling chair in fluffy white shorts and a long sweater that reached your knees. You were tapping your pencil on you forehead calculating the money you owed. You groan in frustration and pick up your phone to call your best friend, Tiffany. She recently got out of her piles of debts, faster than she should have. You wanted to get in on whatever she was doing.
Your fingers skillfully dial Tiffany’s number. You wait until it rings four times before she finally picks up.
“Hello? Y/N? Is there an emergency.” she said, her voice laced with worry.
“No no! Umm.. I wanted to ask a question.” You say softly.
“I swear to god Y/N if you came to me to ask about the history homework, I don’t know!” She starts to scream in the phone.
“Tiffany! It’s not that! Umm… since your debt situation was cleared so fast, I want to learn how you did it.” I ask shouting back at her.
The line suddenly goes quiet.
“Hello?” I said with a softer voice this time.
“I don’t know if I want you in this business Y/N.” She said softly.
You eyes brighten with realization.
“Tiffany? Are you in the prostitution business?” You whisper into the phone as if someone was listening.
She yells through the phone and said, “NO OH MY GOD NO! I have a sugar daddy!”
“OH! Um, how did you get one?” You say as you lean back in your rolling chair.
“I used a website an-” She suddenly paused.
“You can only do this if you are truly desperate Y/N. You hear me?”
You nod and then managed to choke out a “Yes, I’m desperate!”
Tiffany hangs up and sends you the link to the website. You roll yourself back to your desk of billing and tax papers and open your computer. You type in the website onto the computer and wait for it to load. You swirl your chair around a couple of times and finally, it loads.
You begin scrolling through the suitors.
A man that has a wife and wants to have sex on the low? That’s a definite no!
A school professor, age 30 and looking for someone under 19. Very kinky, into extreme BDSM. Not only is that a no, that’s disgusting. You feel a cold chill creep up your spine.
A CEO of a Hostess Suite just wants to spend time with someone. Likes to paint and not looking for a sexual relationship unless you want it. You tilt your head at his bio and start looking through pictures.
Woah! He’s handsome.
He looks like a decent guy and enjoys to paint too? You quickly private message him and got up to take a quick shower. You doubt this would work, after all, he could be a whole other person.
as you finish taking your steamy shower, you dry your wet locks and check the computer for the message. Surprisingly, he messaged you back.
‘Hello! I’m Chanyeol and I’m interested in meeting up with you. Come to this place and say that I sent you. See you later princess.”
You core fired up after hearing the nickname you’ve always been wanting to be called. You gulp nervously and reply to Chanyeol’s message with a,
‘I’m glad you are interested in me! I’ll stop by at 6:30 pm! See you later.’ You hit send and began to throw on some nice clothes and style your hair to impress Chanyeol.
You walk out of your apartment, receiving a couple of compliments as you walk downstairs. You call a taxi and text Chanyeol you were on your way. Still hesitant, you decide to text Tiffany where you were arriving just in case something goes wrong.
You arrive at the hotel and you’re met with a warm breeze. You take your phone out of your purse and head towards the front desk. The man looked at you with a smile and said, “Hey miss, how may I help you?” I cough nervously and hand him my phone. “H-here, I came to meet Chanyeol.”
He tilts his head at the messages appearing in front of him. Then a sudden realization washes over him. “A-Ahh, You’re looking for Mr.Park.” He comes in front of you and offers his hand politely. “I will take you to him, he’s probably in his art studio upstairs.”
He leads me to the elevator and pushes the button for me but he doesn’t get in the lift. I stare at him, confused. “When the elevator stops on the 15th floor, get off and turn a right and the 9th door will be your destination.” He gives me a smile and a wave.
My palms start to sweat, all of these questions start to hurl at me. What if he gets disappointed when he meets me in person, what if he’s not at all like the profile picture? I should have thought this through and maybe did a background check on him.
Before I could facepalm myself, I arrived at the floor. I follow the gentleman’s directions and I’m face-to-face with the 9th door on the right. I take a big gulp and gathered my courage to finally knock softly on the door. After knocking, I could hear some shuffling behind the door.
When the door opened, I was faced with a gorgeous man with gray hair, a boyish grin, big ears and a paint-smeared face. He chuckles nervously when he opened the door with his artist smock still on. He takes it off hastily and invites me in.
He scratches his neck and blushes slightly. His mouth kept opening and closing like a fish trying to ask you a question. He finally managed to get words out and said, “Do you want a drink?”
You shyly shake your head, yes and he fumbles to get a cup from the kitchen. You smile at his clumsiness and then turn your attention to his artwork. You gape in awe at the fine details he put into this painting.
You suddenly feel a tap on your shoulder, bringing you out of your daze. He hands you a glass of orange juice and beckons you to sit on the couch beside the painting. You start to sit and he focuses his attention on the art.
Confused at the meaning sugar daddy, you were wondering why he wasn’t making a move on you. “Hey, this sugar daddy thing…What exactly will I be doing?” You ask softly.
“Hmm, I don’t know. I wasn’t really looking for sex, but if you want sex I can give it to you. But I was thinking of having someone I can talk to and spend time with.” He answers honestly. You look at him surprised at the explanation and begin to relax in your seat.
You end up having a wonderful conversation with Chanyeol until it the sky grew dark. You look at the time and stand up from the couch. “Hey, Chanyeol I have to go now. When do you want me to come back?”
He stands up and walks to his computer. “I’m going to transfer the money to your account. How does 1,500 sound?” You gasp at the amount, hoping he was joking. He chuckles at the disbelief on your face and pressed enter.
You check your phone to find $1,500 transferred to your account. He gives you a genuine smile and gives you a hug. “I really enjoyed spending time with you. Come back whenever you want, If I really need you then I will just contact you.” I nod at the suggestion and happily hug him back.
He sees me off until I get off the elevator on the 1st floor. I smile to myself as I walk out of the hotel.