No More 01 (m) || Myg & Reader

no more 01 (m) || myg & reader

title: no more pairing: min yoongi x reader genre: some angst, fluff, one-sided love (unrequited love?), college!au, secret relationship, smut word count: 15.2k+ prompt: yoongi doesn’t like your consistent pining, and one day, after finally coming to terms that he will never reciprocate any feelings back, you give up. yet, for some reason, yoongi is the one who can’t come to terms with the consequences of when he says ‘no more.’ warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, just doing the damn deed  a/n: sup people, i’m back at it again with a fic, a two part series so hold on tight!!! let me know what you think!! 01 || 02

Honestly, in your perspective, Yoongi is the pure definition of perfection.

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xi. rotten angelcake ⇾ kth. [M]

chapter eleven : take the day off ⤑ ❝ “That didn’t seem to get her anywhere.” // “And where are you hoping this gets you?” // On my knees. ❞

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⌁ pairing; ceo!taehyung x curvy!reader (f.)

⌁ genre/rating; s2l, ceo au, sugar daddy au, smut, fluff, 18+

⌁ word count; 16.5k

⌁ warnings; dom!taehyung, daddy!taehyung, sub!reader, brat!reader, virgin!reader, daddy kink, praise kink, corruption kink, dirty talk, dry humping, a bit of orgasm control, oral (m. receiving), slight degradation, humiliation, exhibitionism, multiple orgasm, attempts at deep throating, hair pulling, begging, teasing, some cum play

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The sky swirls pink behind sheer clouds. The setting sun peeks through, casting a rose gold gleam into your apartment. Desperate to spread its last little rays of light for the day, it halos around the clouds. If you stare long enough, you can convince yourself that you’re catching a glimpse of heaven.

If Taehyung were here, he’d smile at your words. He’d let his eyes roam over your body before settling back on yours and say something that should sound ridiculously cheesy but still somehow make your heart race. He’d play with your hair, gently tracing the edge of your face with the pad of his fingers. You’d try to look away, but he’d cup your chin and force you to hold his gaze as he tells you something he shouldn’t, something that would excite your core.

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As usual, Jungkook interrupts your reading time. Before, it didn’t mean much. Before, he would quietly sit beside you and mind his own business until he got out of his mind bored. Then, he would bug you and you would have no choice but to put your book down. You didn't mind it before. Before, it was whatever.

However, the scene is different today.

Today, he ran to the library after his lecture and couldn’t find you. Disappointed, Jungkook turned his heels to head home… But as fate would have it; he found you along the way.

At the sight of you, right then and there, Jungkook decided that this was his favourite season. 

The season of you.

How could it not be when this… You… Are just so beautiful? As you sit on the grass, leaning against the tree trunk, the wind gently blows cherry blossom petals around you. It’s beautiful. It looks magical.. Like it was fake. I mean, it had to be right? You look so perfect. It looks like those made-up scenes in movies. Jungkook rubs his eyes to make sure it isn’t. This is real life. 

This is you. 

However, his dream-like state of mind is shaken awake when he approaches you, and you refuse to give him the time of day.

First, he stands in front of you and greets you warmly. You ignore him. Then, he sits down beside you and nudges you. Even though your body moves to his push, you still remain silent. Now, this is his last attempt before he loses his mind. 

Jungkook inches closer to you. You sit still, doing your best not to move away. You have to stay put. You have to stand your ground! But life gets 10 times more difficult because he smells so good. As he leans forward, he fixes your hair, and you're awestruck. He tucks your hair behind your ear, sending chills down your spine. You swear it’s just the cool breeze, but you know in your heart it’s him. 

He makes your heart race. 

He smells good.

He looks good, too.

It's no wonder your body betrays you. You squirm from his touch, unable to hold yourself still. It’s gentle and light—but it’s just so ticklish! As you react, Jungkook offers a smug smile. In return, you push his hand away and huff at him. 

“I’m not talking to you.”

Jungkook’s smile drops. 

“What? Why?” His mind spins with confusion. Meanwhile, you keep a straight face and go back to reading. “What did I do?”

Keeping your book up, you answer him without really answering him.

“You know what you did.”

Jungkook thinks for a moment. What could he have done? The last time he saw you was a few days ago. You two met up to have a quick study session together. It was the same routine! What could he have done wrong since then? Rather, what did he do wrong then?

“... I’m not really sure what I did wrong… Can I have a hint or something?” His tone is genuine and curious, making it harder for you to dish-out your anger.

So, you don’t respond.

Impatient and annoyed at your pettiness, he grabs your book and lowers it to see your face. 

Infuriated, you whine. “Hey! I’m reading—”

“—And I’m trying to talk to you.” Jungkook snaps. "Come on, ___. What's going on? Talk to me, please."

You glare at him, completely baffled at his audacity. Does he seriously think that he can play dumb? He can't. You won't let him.

“Well, I’m not talking to you.”

With an eyebrow raised, he speaks out his thoughts. “Why not? I don’t think I did anything wrong—”

“You lied to me!” You blurt. “You lied to me, and you know it. I looked so stupid!”

Jungkook’s throat feels dry. 

Lied to you?

About what?

He tries to run everything he has ever said to you back. He tries to remember everything from the moment you two first met to this very moment now… Every story he has ever said and every tiny side comment—yet, he can’t think of a time he was dishonest. He had no reason to lie to you! Talking to you is so easy because you’re such a good listener. If anything, talking to you has compelled him to be more honest… Jungkook reflects and concludes: no. He is not a liar. Besides, it’s not like he was hiding anything—

“You can skate,” you reveal. 

Jungkook blinks.

“Who told you?”

Fed up, you shove your book to Jungkook's chest. He lets it hit him and drop before reaching for your hands. Quickly, you swipe them away from him. No way is he holding your hand! Not after all the crap he just pulled.

Crossing your arms, you begin to confront him. “Yoongi and Jin were drinking last night. They called me and teased me about how dumb I was… How naive I was because you knew how to skate the entire time! I took the time to teach you how to skate because you kept falling—a-and to what? Find out you were pretending the entire time? W-why would you do that? Why would you lie to me?” 

Oh, it’s bad. 

It’s pathetically horrible how Jungkook is so into you right now.

It melts his heart how you could be this serious and hurt over this little fib. This has to be the cutest thing you could ever do… Be mad at him for wanting to hold your hand just because he was mischievous about it. 

He wants to laugh. He wants to tell you that you’re cute and the entire thing was just a stupid boy-coded play… But, considering how bruise-hearted you’re acting… Jungkook thinks twice about it. 

Then, he decides to give in and abide by your needs. 

Answers.

You want answers and answers is what he’ll give you. 

“First of all: you’re not dumb,” Jungkook reassures you. You make a sour face and shake your head at him.

Groaning, you tell him: “Yes, I am! I looked like a total idiot trying to teach you how to skate when you’re literally a hockey player—”

“Second, I’m not a hockey player,” he chuckles. 

With a half smile, you return: “Right… You’re just a liar.”

Okay. 

… He deserved that. 

Jungkook doesn’t know what to say or do… Honestly, what are you supposed to say or do? The issue is ridiculous but at the same time, he understands you feel deceived. So… now what? 

Honesty. 

“Okay… I admit it,” Jungkook sighs, accepting his defeat. “I lied to you about not knowing how to skate. I’m a liar. I’m sorry—”

“Ah ha!” you point your finger at him. Then, you poke his chest. “That's why I’m not talking to you—”

“But I’m apologizing—”

You shush him. “Doesn’t matter. At least, not right now. Like... Oh my goodness, Jungkook! I’m so embarrassed! It’s bad enough that—”

“—That I like you?” Jungkook interrupts you. You’re tongue-tied, unable to find words to deny or confirm. With shaky eyes, he does his best to look at you with the sincerest gaze. “I refuse to apologize for my feelings."

"It's not about your feelings—"

Jungkook plays smart. He's all in anyways. "Okay. Fine, it's not about my feelings. It's about yours, okay? ___, I’m sorry, okay? I just wanted to hold your hand… Is it that bad? Am I that awful for wanting to hold your hand?”

Slowly, you shake your head. You didn't meant to make him feel bad about his feelings for you! That wasn't the point. The point was... Well..

Oh, god.

What was the point again?

Your words beat your thoughts. “N-no… I just… I don’t understand why you didn’t just tell me.”

Jungkook looks at you softly, and it makes your heart stumble. Booping your nose, his lips curve into a smirk.

“It’s called flirting, dummy.”

“Hmph,” you pout, turning your face away from him. Under your breath, you mutter, “... So you’re calling me dumb too, huh?”

Jungkook panics. “W-what? No! That’s not what I—”

Without much thought, he grabs your hand and squeezes it. You turn to him, eyeing the way he’s holding your hand. You send him a look, and immediately, he drops your hand and puts it up in surrender. Then, he reaches for his backpack and unzips it. 

“Look! I know my apology doesn’t mean much to you right now, but it’s true. I am so sooo sorry, ___. I’ll deal with the guys. I’ll tell them to shut up and drop it. You’re not dumb—okay?” Jungkook digs inside his backpack and pulls out a plastic bag filled with various items. “Snacks! I was at the convenience store... Then, I suddenly thought of you. So, I bought your favourite snacks. Then I headed to the library but then you weren’t there… And now I’m here—a-and there’s so many! So many snacks, ___! There’s banana milk, some Yakult, and oh, I even bought that cup with the fancy ice—”

“... Is that pocky?” You shift, taking a small peek.

Jungkook’s eyes light up. He nods, shaking the bag in front of you. “Almond crush… Cos I have a crush on you—” You sit up and send him a warning look. Jungkook leans his body back and laughs. “Okay, okay, okay! Sorry! Almond crush is for me… The strawberry pocky is for you… Your favourite, cutie.”

Biting your bottom lip, you give in.

Your heart can refuse Jungkook, but it remains powerless against strawberry pocky. Jungkook takes out your strawberry pocky first. You’re drooling at this point… Before you can hold your hand out and ask for the pocky, Jungkook already opens it for you. When he successfully gets through the box and rips the wrapper, he offers the pocky to you as a peace offering. 

Unspoken, he knows he’s forgiven the minute you take it from his hands. 

Yet, he plays it safe. He waits for you to get a few bites in and for the smile on your face to appear. Once it does, he smiles cheekily at you. 

“Still mad at me?”

Between chews, you reply, “Let me think..."

"Whatever you need to do, my smart girl."

You shove a few more pieces of pocky in your mouth. After you chew and he laughs at you, you voice your decision.

"Nope... Not mad at you anymore. We’re good.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes as he reaches for the top of your head. He ruffles your hair and continues to laugh to himself… Perhaps, it wasn’t just about the lie. You were hangry. Mentally, he notes to always keep strawberry pocky in his bag. In case of future screw-ups or of hangry ___ moments. 

When he’s sure your mood has improved completely, he opens his pocky. 

You watch as he does so. Jungkook takes a bite out of his pocky stick and moans in approval. As he eats, he takes a moment to look out at the view of the rest of the field. Jungkook takes it all in. Other students are sitting on the grass, under the other cherry blossom trees, and even playing. It's a calm late afternoon, and he can't help but think about how much he likes this moment.

How the raspberry lemonade sky is peering over the horizon. How you're beside him. How cool the spring breeze is... It just feels so good to be with you.

“This is a nice spot!" He tells you. "I like the view. I like you—"

"You're ruining my peace," you complain. Shutting your eyes, you focus on the pocky. "But yeah, it's a nice spot. I found it while I had that whole week of avoiding you."

Jungkook laughs. "So I found your new hideout? Sorry, not sorry."

You shrug and point at the Yakult inside the bag. He digs in the bag and takes it out. Like the pocky, he prepares it before giving it to you. When he hands you the drink, you take a sip.

"Can this be our spot?"

You choke.

Jungkook's shoulders drop, finding it hilarious and also a little offending at the same time. Was it really this hard to flirt with you? Are you this childish? He never noticed.

It's annoying that his feelings only grow even more.

"Oh my god," he moves closer to you and pats your back. You take another sip to help relieve your throat. As you recover, he lectures you. "Fine. You can have this damn spot."

When he moves back to his spot, you sit and stare at him. Jungkook continues to eat his pocky. Moving on, he pushes the conversation forward.

"Ahh, I forgot how good this is. Almond is the best.” 

You tilt your head at him, wondering what it’s like to be completely wrong about a simple thing. It's like all your pressing thoughts dismissed themselves.

“Strawberry is better,” you claim. You say it rather simply. You say it honestly.

Jungkook copies your head tilt. 

“Strawberry is overhyped,” he argues with you. “Almond is more expensive. The ingredients are more worth it. It’s not just a fruit-flavored cream—”

You huff at him. “Strawberry is not overhyped! Just because it’s cheaper doesn’t mean it’s worth less—”

“Actually… It does.”

The anger that you had earlier? The one that went away? Yeah… It’s back. 

Fuming, you begin your rant. “Strawberry is classic. Almond was made because people got bored of chocolate, so they added almonds to trick people into thinking it was completely different… It's the same thing! Strawberry is an original flavour like—” As you explain, you put another stick in between your lips and suck on the cream. “Mhmm! It’s the best—”

Your words cut off. 

Not because Jungkook retaliates. 

Not because you’re chewing your pocky. 

No. 

It’s because Jungkook dips his head low and takes a bite out of the other end of your pocky stick. He pulls away rather quickly, but it happens… 

It happened. 

His lips brushed against yours. 

Oh my god. 

Jeon Jungkook kissed you! 

Wide-eyed, you pause for a second. Then, you panic. “W-what—”

“Mhmm.. I guess it’s okay,” Jungkook swallows his bite. “I think I still like—”

“Y-you kissed me!” you exclaim, bringing your hands to your lips. 

Jungkook blinks at you.

“No, I didn’t.”

“J-Jungkook," you breathe, “are you gaslighting me? You literally just kissed me!”

Your mind is spinning.

How the heck did that just happen? One second you’re defending strawberry pocky with your life, and the next… You feel more alive than ever. Jungkook has always been sneaky, but you never expected this. It was so innocent yet so mischievous—you have no words!

Perhaps, your inability to explain how you truly feel is what frustrates you and causes you to sound so naggy. 

On the other hand, Jungkook knew exactly what he was doing. He has no issues facing the repercussions. In his heart, he knows he’s just following it… So, why does it matter? This is him taking a chance. This is him… Winning. 

This is you folding. 

“___, that was not a kiss.” Jungkook reasons with you. “Why? Are you upset because you wanted it to be?"

No words. 

"It's okay to be disappointed," he adds. "I'm disappointed you don't want to share this spot with me. The library is boring as fuck so I don't really want it to be our spot, you know—"

“Y-you’ve got to be k-kidding me!” you cry. “Leave the library alone, you hater."

"... Okay?" Jungkook snickers. "You're greedy today. Do you always have to be right? Is that a thing I should know about you, future girlfriend?"

"Future what?" your eyes bulge. "O-okay, fine. Fine! You win. It wasn’t a kiss. It was horrible anyway. I expected more—”

Jungkook squints at you. “We didn’t even kiss, and you’re already accusing me of being a bad kisser? Damn, at least let me prove you wrong.”

Shaking your head profusely. “T-that’s not what I’m saying! I’m sure you’re an excellent kisser—in fact, I should brace myself, right? B-because you’re probably going to kiss me one of these day, and I’ll—”

“Do you want me to kiss you?”

You pause. 

“W-what?”

“You heard the question,” Jungkook inches closer to you. In your mind, your body stiffens… In reality, you’re melting. Your body slightly leans in towards him and Jungkook has to bite his lip to stop himself from smiling. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

“Y-you already did.”

“You said it wasn't a kiss... Who's the liar now?"

You stay silent. Partly because you have no words and partly because you're afraid of what will happen if you don't speak.

Jungkook presses on. "You’re not answering my question…”

Silence.

Then, as he speaks again, you realize you're stuck either way… You’re too shy to actually say the words, but he will take your silence, and find the truth. Or... You can say it for yourself. So, okay.

Fine.

You give in.

“Y-you can do what you want. I just… I thought you already kissed me.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes at you for the second time this afternoon. “No, silly… If I kissed you, it would’ve been like this—”

Before you know it, it happens. 

It really happens. 

Soft, slow, and sweetly—Jeon Jungkook kisses you.

He kisses you under the cherry blossom tree with the raspberry lemonade sky above, and the spring breeze. He kisses you until you can't breathe, and your heart falls for him. Jungkook kisses you in your spot.

The spot.

Yours and his.

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The library is your favourite place. 

At least, that is until your predictable love for it comes to a disadvantage. May your tranquil moments alone rest in peace as your friends corner and gaslight you to leaving your sanctuary. Sometimes, it’s for parties. Other times, it’s for something stupid like driving to the next town to watch a movie at their theatre because their theatre chairs recline better. 

You won’t have it this time. 

No way. You have so much work to do!

"Oh, come on! Please, ___?” Hobi begs. “Come tonight! It'll be fun!" Suddenly, he’s clinging to your arm, making it harder for you to ignore him. You try shaking him off, but he pouts at you and clings on even tighter. 

“Hobi,” you whine. “Go to the party if you wanna go. Jimin said he’d meet you there! And Nam Joon, and Taehyung, Jin, and even Yoongi!” 

“But I want you to come!” He cries. “I need someone to keep count of my drinks—”

“Use a marker and tally it on your arm.”

“But then what if I need to throw up—”

“Then throw up.”

“... Jungkook will be there!”

You blink at him. 

“So?”

Hobi lets go of your arm and raises a brow at you. “What do you mean so? Isn't he your boyfriend?”

His accusation has you tongue-tied. This is the first time you’ve ever heard such an absurd thing! Jungkook became a part of the friendgroup after you. He’s the newbie. Actually, he has a whole other set of friends aside from you guys. Why? Because he’s cool. That’s it. Everyone on campus knows him and truth be told; he deserves his hype. He’s good-looking, kind, and a little weird (in a good way). He’s funny and smart (but not in an obnoxious way)... He’s just… Kind of good at everything? It intimidates you and often leaves you daydreaming. 

Come to think of it, everything happens by coincidence. Yours and his lectures usually start and end around the same time. Not to mention that he also loves the library! He usually walks you home after your study sessions. But, yeah… Aside from these things—you and Jungkook aren’t actually that close.

“W-what? I’m not dating Jungkook! Doesn’t he have a girlfriend?” you ask, careful not to sound too noisy. 

Hobi shakes his head. “Girlfriend? Yeah… You.”

Your eyes widen.

In a panic, you hiss at Hobi. “Don’t start rumours! That’s embarrassing for him to be associated with me—”

“Oh shut up,” Hobi laughs. “Do not get all insecure and pick me when the campus crush has literally been drooling over the past few weeks. Everybody knows. Everybody talks about it! Besides, they talk about him being all lovestruck—not you! So, spill it. What did you do, huh? Did you manifest it or some shit—”

“With all the time I spend in class, work, and the library… You think I have time to manifest?” you chuckle at him, ultimately trying to dismiss his suspicion. 

Hobi rolls his eyes at you. 

“For someone who reads fanfics and book loads of romance stories… You’re dense as fuck.”

Tilting your head at him, you try to find the words to defend yourself and fail. 

He’s right. 

You are dense. 

But that never hurt anyone before… So why does it matter?

“Earth to ___?” Hobi waves his hands to your face. You blink, brushing your thoughts away. Offering him a tired smile, he looks at you weirdly. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you exhale. “Why?”

“You’re blushing like crazy,” he teases, poking your cheek. Your hands fly to your cheeks. He’s right. They feel warm and the sudden embarrassment just made you feel even more flustered. Then, he nudges you. 

“Get it together!” Hobi mutters, “Your boyfriend is coming!"

Turning your head, you see Jungkook making his way through the doors. He has his backpack on one shoulder and his eyes glued to his phone. Like muscle memory, he turns his heels and walks toward your direction. 

“Oh my god,” you hit Hobi’s arm. “Why did you plant these thoughts when he’s literally—”

“Plant thoughts? Babes, it’s reality. Helllooooo?” Hobi sings, tauntingly. 

You pout at him, unable to take this lighthearted. 

Then, before you know it, Jungkook approaches you. 

He pulls the seat next to you out and settles in. After offering a fist bump to Hobi, he quickly leans his body over and places his hand on your knee. He’s always done this but why was it suddenly so different now? It’s because of what Hobi said! Wow… 

“Hey, you.” Jungkook greets you warmly.

“... H-hi.”

He gives you a weird look. You avoid his eyes in return. Clearing his throat, he asks, “Why aren’t you packed up yet? Aren't we going to the party?”

Jungkook eyes your spread of notes on the table. You clunch your iPad closer to you and shrug. “Packed for what? Aren’t you going to the party?”

“Yeah, ___!” Hobi chimes cheekily. “Aren’t you going to the party?”

Hesitantly, you shake your head. 

“N-no… I have too much work to do. Here! I’ll just—” you pause your sentence and reach for Hobi’s arm. Pushing his sleeve up, you take the sharpie from your pencil case and write on his arm. 

If piss drunk, please return to ___. 

(xxx) xxx-xxxx &lt;3

Hobi reads it sideways and yanks his arm back. 

“I hate you,” he utters. With laser eyes, he glares at Jungkook. “Tell her you’re coming to the party. Drag her to come! She’s always here! Homework can wait for tomorrow!”

Jungkook exchanges looks with you. With a soft gaze, he shrugs and turns to Hobi. 

“She doesn’t wanna go.”

Hobi groans. 

“Fine. Let’s go. Let’s leave—”

“I’m staying,” Jungkook says calmly. "She's not going... Neither am I."

He picks his backpack up from the ground and begins to unzip it. Taking out his notes and laptop, he looks up and smiles at Hobi. “Can I see your arm?”

Huffing, Hobi shows Jungkook your note. As Hobi rambles on and on about how you and Jungkook are party poopers, Jungkook takes your Sharpie and crosses your number out. 

If piss drunk, please return to ___. 

(xxx) xxx-xxxx &lt;3

(xxx) xxx-xxxx - Jungkook

For the second time tonight, Hobi reads his arm sideways and yanks it back. He squints at the unfamiliar number. 

“Why’d you cross her number out? Whose number is this?” Hobi asks. 

“Mine,” Jungkook states, smiling at the correction. “Call me if you need anything.”

“What? Why?”

Jungkook blinks. “I’m not really crazy about ___’s number being on your arm for other guys to have and call her with.”

Hobi’s mouth drops. He slowly turns to you and gulps. Blinking at you slowly, he gives you crazy eyes. “You can not be this dense, ___. Jungkook is literally ripping me into shreds in his head right now—”

You laugh.

“Go. Have fun! Call me if you need anything.”

Hobi turns to Jungkook. 

Jungkook smiles at him sweetly with his eyes closed. He shakes his head slowly and wiggles his finger at him. “Don’t let them use her number.”

With that, Hobi grumbles a few exchanges before packing his stuff up. He waves goodbye and tells you that you’re lame one last time. You agree with him and wave him goodbye. As he leaves, Jungkook moves his chair closer to you. 

“So… Same schedule? Study until 9PM and then I walk you home? Or are you hungry tonight? Maybe we can wrap this up by 7:30PM and grab a bite to eat? I know a really good burger spot just up campus—why’d you do that?”

Your body stiffens.

“Do what?”

Jungkook eyes your chair distance. 

“You moved away.”

What the heck… How did he even notice? It’s not like you moved across the table! You just moved like… Half an inch. 

“No, I didn’t,” you deny. “But yeah… Sure! I’ve been craving a good burger with extra cheese—what are you doing?”

“I’m moving closer to you.”

“Why?”

“Because you lied to my face and moved away.”

“N-no!” 

Jungkook inches his face closer to yours. He boops your nose and scrunches his. “You sniff whenever you lie. Did you know that?”

“N-no…”

“Now you do.”

For the first time ever… You lose your breath. It’s like you forgot how to breathe. He’s so close to you. His eyes are so doey, you’re literally getting lost in them. The scar he has on his left cheek… You can see it so clearly—the detail of how his skin healed and all. His hair is brushing above his eyebrows and you can’t help but realize how much you like the way it falls on his face. He’s… Cute?

Oh god. 

“D-dont do that—uhh—” You move away from him. This time, there’s an obvious space between you two. Jungkook straightens his posture, completely confused by your burst of emotion. It’s… Conflicting? He swears you two were about to kiss… Now, what’s going on?

“___? What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks with a gentle tone. 

You turn away and shove your notes to your face. Mumbling into the paper, you tell him what’s on your mind. “Everyone thinks you have a crush on me and it’s embarrassing.”

Jungkook doesn’t hear you well. 

“Say that again,” he requests. Without warning, he takes the paper from your hands, leaving you to face him. “Don’t act all cute. What is it?”

You stay silent and contemplate.

Was this worth saying? Was this worth addressing? Would it change anything between you two after? What about the burgers? You’ve been craving a cheesy burger like crazy—

“It’s fine if you don’t feel comfortable. You can tell me later or never. I don’t mean to be pushy—”

Then, you blurt it out. 

“Everyone thinks you have a crush on me… Or something.” 

Jungkook doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t hold his breath. 

He doesn’t deny it. 

“I do have a crush on you.”

Your throat feels try. What?! Has he lost his mind?

“W-what? You can’t j-just—”

Jungkook tilts his head and pouts. 

“I don’t really understand why I should deny it. Why should I lie? Why should I make an excuse? This is how I feel. You just found out earlier than the confession… I guess this is it though, right?” He laughs. 

You hit his chest. 

“This isn’t funny!”

“Why can’t it be funny?” Jungkook laughs even harder. He catches your wrist and holds you still. “Doesn’t it make you laugh? That everybody on campus watched me wait outside your classes every day for almost 3 months… That everybody waits on me to go to parties but I don’t show up because I rather walk you home and stay home… That everybody on campus watched me enter this goddamn library of a snoozefest—”

“Hey! I like it here.”

“Yeah,” he rolls his eyes at you. “I like you. That’s why I’m here.”

“I… I thought you wanted to study.”

Jungkook laughs even louder, earning a few hushes from others nearby. He groans, throwing his head back. “I can’t even fucking laugh in here without getting in trouble. Why the hell would I like this place?”

“... To study!”

“To be with you.” 

You shut up. 

No words, no thoughts, no feelings. 

Okay…

Feelings. Lots of them. 

“I don’t understand why you’re so overwhelmed,” Jungkook murmurs, leaning his head against your shoulders. “I thought you knew. I thought you figured it out by now. I wasn't exactly discrete."

You sit still, not knowing if you should move or let him settle in. Before you can decide, he sits himself up and grabs your hand. He squeezes it tightly and brings it to his lips. Kissing your hand, he looks at you. 

“Doesn’t matter if you’re dense. Doesn’t matter if you don’t know how you feel right now. I’ll win you over… You’ll fold."

You yank your hand away from him. In response, he leans over and kisses the side of your head instead. You blush, and cover your face with your hands. He laughs heartily, tugging you close to him. You bury your face in his chest and groan at the sinking feeling of wanting to be anywhere but here. This was humiliating!

And just when you think it can't get any worse, Jungkook wraps his arms around you and hugs you tight. As he pats your back, he murmurs—

"You're falling for me already, aren't you?"

no blueberries (m) || kth & reader

title: no blueberries pairing: kim taehyung x reader genre: angst, fluff, minor smut, romance, college!au, minor artist!taehyung word count: 12.3k prompt: no more!taehyung gets his heartbroken to the point he doesn’t even love his favorite fruit, blueberries, anymore. then he meets you, the complete opposite of the girl of his dreams, and suddenly, blueberries taste sweet again. warnings: explicit smut,,, but short :) a/n: she/her is no more!oc :) also, thank you guys for your support for no more & for the interest of the spin-off for taehyung !! (also don’t come at me at the end if i made any mistakes bc i gave up on rereading any of my work LOL i’ve sat on this too long)

His love for the color blue dissipates along with her slipping through his fingers.

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drunk | myg

Summary: You had not seen Yoongi for three weeks after your fight, you start to think that he gave up on you. You seem to be terribly wrong.

this is part four of so it goes: series masterlist

<part three part five>

—pairing: rapper!yoongi x reader

—rating: +18

—genre: friends with benefits (kind of? they're in love) to lovers, lots of angst!!

—warnings/tags: cursing, alcohol consumption as a coping mechanism, mentions of alcoholism, emotional constipation, introducing taehyung!!! and jimin....👀

—words: 9.5k

a/note: hi friends! I finally decided to sit and finish this chapter after a month of posting ghost of you. I suck at coming up with summaries but give this one a chance!!! A little secret about this chapter is that I cried writing the first part and that I listened to You & I by Shinee while doing it (you can do it too for a better experience). As always, feedback is very appreciated, you are welcome to discuss the chapter in the asks. pd if you want to be in the taglist let me know.

Two years ago

When Yoongi met Dasom he quickly learnt one thing: she was mean, but she was not a regular mean girl, she was worse. 

Dasom was reckless and relentless, her kisses tasted like beer and cigarettes and she could never keep a promise. She liked to dance with guys who weren’t her boyfriend and she loved making people angry, she was one of a kind. But she was funny, and Yoongi liked that. Dasom had the perfect comedic timing and the quickest comebacks, she knew all of Yoongi’s favorite songs, she had the brightest smile and the most bruised heart in the room. She was not kind and she was not sweet, but the world hadn’t been kind or sweet to her either. Somehow she found love in Yoongi’s arms. 

To be in love with Dasom was knowing that she could never stay, but you could never leave. 

The thought of leaving her never crossed Yoongi’s mind, he could never do something like that, but in that moment, standing under the rain at the entrance of some club, he waited for a second, hoping for a voice in his head to finally tell him to run away. He felt in his bones that it was the right decision, but he stayed.

His girlfriend had stopped speaking to him five days ago, but that night she called him at three in the morning, asking him to pick her up from some club downtown because she was too drunk to go home alone. Yoongi didn’t hesitate to do it, but when he stared at the black doors of the club he couldn’t help but feel a little bit stupid. He didn’t even know the reason why she was mad at him this time. 

It wasn’t difficult to find her, it was a small club and it only had three bars inside. He found her sharing drinks with some guy who was probably paying for them. Dasom never spent money on clubs, she said they were too expensive. She pretended she didn’t see him until he was standing right in front of her. 

Dasom darted at him that look, the one she used to give to him when she didn’t want him around. 

“Let’s go home” He announced upon arrival. The guy on her side stared at him confused. Yoongi was wearing a big hoodie and his pajama pants, he would have stayed in his car if she had picked up the phone, but he had to enter looking like that.

“No, you can go back home.” She replied.

“Come on, you asked me to pick you up.” He tried to remind it to her, already feeling it was useless.

“I changed my mind.” She said, “You can leave.”

Yoongi sighed, wisely thinking his words before speaking again “Don’t do this to me right now.” He begged, but she only rolled her eyes. “Who’s going to take you home later?”

“Him!” She pointed to the guy who was awkwardly standing next to her. He seemed uncomfortable, it was visible that he didn’t want to be involved in the discussion they were about to have. Dasom turned to look at him, looking for reassurance in his eyes, and when she didn’t find any she scoffed, she got down from the stool she was sitting and decided to follow her boyfriend to his car. 

“Have fun paying for all of that.” Was the last thing she said before disappearing into the darkness of the club.

Yoongi felt like he was holding his breath all the way to the car. 

He loved the woman who was sitting beside him, but she was different from the person who he fell in love with three years ago. Yoongi was sure that person was deep inside her, he just needed to look for her in a million dark clubs to find her. 

The sound of the rain hitting the windows wasn’t loud enough to drown the uncomfortable silence between them, so he decided to turn the radio on. She stared at him funny, Yoongi hated listening to the radio. 

“Are you still mad at me?” He asked her. 

“Yes, of course.” She replied like it was obvious, it wasn’t. Yoongi didn’t know what he did wrong, he asked her but this time she didn’t bother to make up an excuse. It was always the same fight, she stopped speaking to him until he begged her to know the reason, not once she told him the truth, but Yoongi was patient enough to wait for her to speak to him again. 

“I’m not mad at you.” He felt the need to remind her. 

“Why would you be mad?” Dasom questioned with a cheeky expression on her face.

Yoongi tried to think of an answer as he stared at the empty road ahead of him, ‘because of this’ he wanted to answer, but that was not fair, and he could never tell her that without having to face a tantrum. 

Both of them stayed silent during the rest of the ride and when they arrived at Dasom's apartment, he helped her to get out of the car and climb the stairs to the second floor. He watched his girlfriend take off her shoes and walk towards the bathroom to remove the makeup off her face. 

He leaned against the door of her tiny bathroom and crossed his arms above his chest “I wanted to talk to you about something.” He announced.

“About what?” She slurred without looking at him.

“I don’t want to make this about me, but…” 

“Don’t.” She interrupted him and stared at his reflection through the mirror. Her face was wet, the bags under her eyes were dark from the traces of mascara and she looked tired of him. “Don’t talk to me like I have a problem, you know I don’t.”

“I’m not trying to do that, I just wanted to help you, I always do.” Yoongi hid hands under his arms when they started to shake, somewhere deep in his heart he knew that this wasn’t the best time to have a discussion, but he started to become desperate under her cold gaze. Dasom left the bathroom and walked past him, making him follow her to her room. 

“I don’t want you to.” She said, unzipping her dress until it fell from her body to the floor. “I just wanted to come back home, I don’t need you to analyze me. I want a boyfriend, not a fucking father.”

“I am your boyfriend,” He assured her, “and I love you and I care about you and I can’t allow myself to let you do this everyday. I want you to be fine, but I need to know what’s going on because I don’t understand.” Yoongi rushed to finish the sentence, he felt like time was ticking. He tried to reach for her hands but she took a step back, she had a serious expression and even if she could see the desperation in Yoongi’s eyes, she was not willing to give in, not completely at least. 

“I don’t need you Yoongi.” She spat. “And I thought you knew that. I know what you are doing, I didn’t want to remind you again that I don’t need anyone. I didn’t need my mom, I didn’t need my dad and maybe you think I do but I don’t need the fucking help of Seokjin’s family. I certainly don’t need you telling me all this shit.”

Yoongi’s insides twisted, Dasom could see the surprise in his eyes as he took a step back. She scoffed, thinking she had no time for all of this. A few weeks ago Seokjin and him had a cathartic talk about the complications of their relationship and how worried he was about Dasom’s drinking problem. Later that night his friend sent him a text offering the number of his cousin who was a therapist and a specialist on addictions. Yoongi declined the offering, he knew Dasom would refuse, but he was sure she didn’t know anything about it. 

She didn’t care how hurt he was in that moment, and as she started to put on her pajamas something clicked on Yoongi’s mind, that’s why she stopped speaking to him. 

“Dasom, that was just a text he sent to me, it was something private and…” Yoongi didn’t know what to say, millions of words got stuck in his throat but none of them sounded coherent. 

“It was not private, it was about me.” She raised her voice.

“I know, but he’s your friend too, he was worried.” 

It was hard to imagine his girlfriend going through his phone and reading his texts, she was never jealous of him and Yoongi thought it was clear that he only loved her. Regardless of that, he couldn’t help but feel guilty for talking to Seokjin about her. She looked at him like he was talking shit about her. 

“You don’t need to explain anything to me, Yoongi. I’m fine, and if weren’t fine you wouldn’t be able to fix it, get over it.”

He thought his heart was about to escape from his chest and run away far away from him, but his heart never left, it just broke into a million pieces.

“Wait, listen, I’m sorry, okay? I was upset about all of our fights and I needed to talk to someone, he just wanted to help, but I’m sorry if that made you angry.” 

“Don’t be stupid.” She stopped him. “That didn’t make me angry.”

“Then what was it?” He asked. “Dasom, you seem to be angry all the time these days. I know you and I know you are not telling me the truth, I just want you to stop lying to me, I’m tired of it.”

Dasom darted him a look, it tempted her to say something hurtful again, she wanted to scream that if he was so tired he should leave her alone already, but she hated to be called a liar. Her eyes encountered Yoongi’s shaking hands and then his tired face. She wondered what time he went to bed that night before she called him. 

She wanted to cry, he knew her well indeed. 

“I’m not sure about us anymore.” Unlike before, her voice sounded soft. Expecting him to process her words, she paused for a minute. Dasom stared at Yoongi and realized he was not the man she met three years ago. Shit, he wasn’t even the man from four months ago, his hair was red and his face was rounder, his eyes were swollen and his fingers were damaged because of his habit of biting his nails. 

Yoongi accepted her words and allowed himself to fall sitting on the bed, covering his face with his palms “How are you not sure?” He asked her, not because he wanted to argue but because he wanted to know what went wrong. 

“I don’t know… I just-I’m not. But it’s not your fault.” She assured him. “I’m not sure about anything lately. I haven’t been happy for a while and I don’t know if it’s fair to keep you with me, no one wants to tell me if it’s wrong or right… The only person I know that is wise enough to tell me is you.”

There was something about her words that made Yoongi stay quiet for a few seconds. Dasom was terrible at expressing her feelings, like there was some kind of bug in her code that prevented her from being vulnerable. At the same time she didn’t like lying, so Yoongi knew she was telling the truth despite trying to hide her feelings. 

Yoongi knew he couldn’t make her stay, but he couldn’t leave either. 

“Yoongi?” She called him. “what should I do?” 

“What do you want to do?” He asked her. 

“I want to be alone.” She affirmed. 

“For tonight?” He dared to question. 

Dasom paused and thought about it. 

“No.” She replied, “I think… Until I figure out some things, if that is not too corny. Forever if I can’t.”

He raised his head and didn’t see Dasom, he saw the little girl that she was on that picture with her grandmother when she visited the circus, it was one of the few pictures she had with a member of her family, she used to hide it from Yoongi until she finally decided to show it to him. She didn’t look like the woman she was, she looked unsure like a little girl. 

It wasn’t his fault and it wasn’t Dasom’s fault either, but it would be easier to blame someone else than accept that this wasn’t working for them anymore. He wanted to laugh at himself for thinking he could ever find the old Dasom in a million clubs, now he knew he didn’t have to, she was right there in front of him, asking if it was right to leave him or not. 

“There’s no right or wrong decision.” He finally said.

“But.. would you judge me?” Her voice trembled as she stared at him standing in front of the bed.

Yoongi looked defeated, 

“I would never.”

He understood, he always did, there wasn’t space for him in her life anymore and he couldn’t do anything about it. Even if he got down on his knees and begged her not to leave him, he couldn’t make her love him anymore, there was no use of doing that. He was the only man who could ever read her twisted mind, and at that moment he knew it was over, she couldn’t love him.

Dasom took her eyes off him, she struggled to find the right words.

“I don’t think I can fix this.” She said “And I don’t think you can’t either. I’m grateful for you but I don’t love you anymore, I can’t keep telling you otherwise… So I need you to leave, is that okay?”

Yoongi couldn’t allow himself to cry in front of her, somehow he felt cruel doing it. He realized it was time to go. 

“Of course it's okay, Somi.” He used that silly nickname she didn’t like just to annoy her for the last time. “I understand you don’t but… I do love you, will you remember that?”

She nodded repeatedly, “I will remember.” 

When Yoongi met Dasom he quickly learnt one thing: she was mean, but she was not a regular mean girl, she was worse. She was not kind and she was not sweet, but the world hadn’t been kind or sweet to her either. Dasom cried on father’s day because she missed her dad and hated mother’s day because she hated her mom. She didn’t like romantic movies, didn’t like meeting new people, didn’t like the relationship Yoongi had with his family, she ruined the friendship he had with his best friend, but for some reason she made Yoongi happy for a while, until she left him crying at five in the morning as he drove to his house, wishing he could call Jimin, but he knew he wouldn’t pick up. 

He heard a voice in his head that told him that it was okay to leave, he felt it in his bones.

Present

The morning you left Yoongi’s apartment was almost automatic. You took advantage of the fact that Yoongi was a heavy sleeper, you sneaked into his kitchen and stole those ecological bags he used to do groceries and put all your clothes on them. You had barely managed to get into the subway when you realized something; Yoongi had lied, his apartment was nowhere near to your dorm. If it was, you wouldn’t have to go through the torturous experience of crying on public transport during rush hour. 

When you looked around and watched all those people going on with their lives, you wondered if they didn’t notice that it felt like the saddest day of the year. You couldn't help but wish that everyone felt as sad as you.

When you arrived home you closed the door behind you, finding Nayeon having breakfast. It was early and she was free for today, but you were supposed to spend the morning with Yoongi, hence her confused face. 

“You must have had fun last night.” She almost laughed, “Your hair looks terrible.”

It was silly, but that was the last straw before you broke down crying in your living room, you felt like you couldn't hide anymore. Your friend gasped, running towards you thinking she had hurt you with her words. “I was joking!” She said, grabbing your face and making you look into her eyes. Nayeon quickly realized that you had been crying for longer than she thought, she frowned “Wait… You aren’t crying because of your hair, are you?” You shook your head. “Well, you should be.”

To tell your friends that you got your heart broken was nothing but embarrassing.

You sat in front of Jungkook and Nayeon and told all the things Yoongi said and couldn’t help but remember all the times you showed Nayeon a text from Yoongi that left you giggling like a teenager, the memory made you cringe. 

“He is being a dick.” Jungkook said. 

“He is a dick.” Nayeon corrected him. 

You turned off your phone for three days and Jungkook scolded you for not telling him anything, he had to call Nayeon and ask if you were alive. You were alive, but in terrible pain. 

“Am I exaggerating?” You asked your friends as you interrupted the movie for the eighth time that afternoon. They decided to make you company for the day, but you couldn’t stop thinking about Yoongi, couldn’t stop feeling sad. “Like, who cries this much for a guy? I didn’t cry this much with my ex.”

Nayeon shared a look with Jungkook, ignoring the fact that you were sitting in the middle of both of them. 

“You weren’t in love with Dan.” Jungkook stated. The name of your ex boyfriend gave you chills, almost as if Jungkook had named a dead person.

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows. “Who told you that? I loved Dan.”

“Well, not at the end of your relationship, at least.” Nayeon reminisced.

“I cried.” You remembered her. 

“Yes, because your ego was hurt, not because he broke your heart. You didn’t like that he met someone else.”

You opened your mouth to contradict her, but then you closed it. You loved Dan… but not that much, which annoyed you. That was not the kind of love that you wanted, you wanted to love him deeply and him to love you the same way but you were too stubborn to accept that he wasn’t the right person. He realized that faster than you when he met another girl and left you for her, they were still together last time you stalked him on Instagram. 

“At least he took me to meet his mom.” You murmured, sinking on the couch.

“And she hated you.” Jungkook reminded you, making Nayeon scoff. 

“You are not allowed to make fun of me today.” You protested. “You’re supposed to make me feel better.”

Your friends were trying to make you feel better, they cursed Yoongi in every language and told you a million times it wasn’t your fault that you got your heart broken. Yes, maybe Yoongi wasn’t ready for the words girlfriend and relationship, but the way he acted was completely opposite of his words. You were right to be mad at him, but running away seemed like a terrible choice now, you felt like you left something unfinished, even if he hurt you the idea of not seeing him again sounded crazy. 

You wished you didn’t have to go through this, the weight in your chest did not allow you to go on with your day without thinking of the pile of his clothes in your wardrobe and the ten missed calls on your phone. He stopped calling after he realized your phone was off, you wondered if he gave up. 

“I know what you need.” This time, Jungkook interrupted the movie. “You need another guy.”

Both you and Nayeon turned your heads to look at your male friend. “What the fuck, Jungkook?” She sighed heavily, an idea like that could only come out of Jungkook's mouth. 

Jungkook straightened up in his place and smiled proudly, as if a light bulb had been turned on over his little head.  “Don’t look at me like that, I’m being for real!” 

“Of course you are.” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. 

“Let me introduce you to… Drum roll, please.” He asked Nayeon. 

“I’m not fucking drum rolling for you.” 

“Taehyung!” He exclaimed, ignoring her.

“The last thing I want to do is to meet another man, much less one of your friends” 

“Listen, I have a plan.” Jungkook stopped you. “You said Yoongi was jealous of Kevin, meaning he’s probably a natural jealous person, so you need to make him jealous.” Your friend explained the plan like it was the most brilliant idea that crossed his mind, needless to say that it wasn’t. Yoongi was a jealous person, but what would that get you? He had already called and you didn’t answer him. 

“And after that?” You asked, not because you were curious but because you wanted him to listen to himself and realize that the idea didn’t make sense.

“He realizes that he loves you and begs for forgiveness.” He concluded. Sometimes Jungkook seemed to live in his own world, too much to realize that the idea utterly annoyed you. Sometimes you needed to remind yourself that despite being your best friend, he was a man first. 

“I don’t want him to realize that he loves me because he saw me with another boy.” You huffed. “I wanted him to realize that he loves me just because he does.”

“Yeah, Jungkook.” Nayeon backed you up “That’s very patriarchal of you.” 

He scoffed. “Well maybe I didn't express myself right. What I wanted to say is… Taehyung is hot.”

“How hot?” Your friend on your right questioned, now a little curious. 

“Like, really hot.” 

“We don't trust your judgment.” You argued. 

“I’ll show you.” Jungkook wasted no time in taking his phone out of the pocket of his jeans and looking for a picture of said friend of his. He showed a selfie of a long haired guy, he was tilting his head, shirtless, only wearing a gold chain. You and Nayeon shared a look. “He’s a friend of Bora.”

He was right, this Taehyung guy was actually pretty hot, the little devil on your left shoulder stood on her tiptoes and whispered in your ear that you should try to make Yoongi jealous with him, for a moment you considered it. Until the rational you slapped you on the face and reminded you of the situation. 

“Look, I’m not saying it’s a bad idea…” You started saying as a tiny smirk tugged from the corners of Jungkook’s lips. “But I don’t think it’s what I want. Yoongi already called but I don’t think he knows what he wants either, I’m pretty sure he just feels guilty. I don’t want guilt or jealousy, I just wanted the truth.”

The smile on Jungkook's face disappeared and the three of you stayed in silence. If Jungkook’s main goal was to get Yoongi to talk to you, he had already done that, but instead of picking up the phone you decided to turn it off and run away from him again.

A part of you knew that you simply weren’t like that, and the other part of you allowed herself to daydream about the situation.

“I get your point, you know?” Nayeon said. “But you’re being too hard on yourself.” You lifted your gaze from your hands and stared at her. “You’ve been trying to convince yourself that he pities you and that he feels guilty but I don’t see it like that. I don’t know Yoongi as much as you do, but I know that what you two had wasn’t just sex like he implied.” 

“Gross.” Jungkook joked, making you giggle.

“Shut up.” She scoffed, “I can’t tell you what you want to hear because I don’t know about that, but I can’t stand here and hear you say how much he pities you either.”

You felt yourself becoming tinier and tinier between your two friends. Now the fear of not being reciprocated was much greater than the longing to be loved that you felt every time you were laying on his bed. How foolish of you to get caught up in his words, it hurt to think that the pain of his past was much stronger than whatever he felt for you. 

“What’s the correct thing to do, then?” You asked, not really expecting an answer from them. 

“Honey, I’ve been trying to be politically correct since you came here crying the other day. You know I’m not, so don’t even think there’s an idea of the correct thing to do in my mind at this moment.” She paused. “It pains me to say this, but Jungkook’s idea sounds a little fun right now.” 

Yoongi put on his headphones for the tenth time that night and ignored another upcoming call from Hoseok. He had finished all his projects with him, so he had no interest in talking with anyone unless it was about work.

He received the notification of the missed call and allowed himself to check the lock screen, there was nothing from you, of course there wasn’t.

The morning after the fight he woke up sore on his couch, hoping to see you still sleeping on his bed. He went to his room but didn’t find you there. It wasn’t a surprise, it was dumb to expect you to still be there after all he said.

Yoongi tried to call you a few times, but it was out of desperation. He didn’t know what to say or how to say sorry to you; his mind was still a mess and instead of finally using his time to think about his situation, he decided to overwork himself and not to think of anything. 

He should be drinking a coffee now, maybe a tea before going to bed. Something happened yesterday and the heating of the entire building was cut off, despite the cold he opened another can of beer and hoped to drink so much that the next morning he could wake up drunk enough to not remember you. 

As he brought the can to his lips, he heard the loud sound of the ring bell, making him jump on the chair. He checked the time on his phone, it was ten pm and he didn’t order any food tonight. Curious, he headed to the kitchen where there was a small screen with a view of the entrance of the building. He saw Namjoon, who somehow could tell that Yoongi was observing him from his kitchen. His friend waved to the camera with a smile. 

“What do you want?” He asked through the communicator. His deep voice startled his friend. 

“To see you!” Namjoon replied loudly. Yoongi had no option but to let him in.

In less than five minutes Namjoon was in Yoongi’s apartment taking his shoes off “It’s freezing here!” Was the first thing he said. 

“I know, the heating was cut off until next week.” Yoongi cared to explain. 

“Don’t you have a heater?” Namjoon asked, confused as he headed to Yoongi’s couch, making himself comfortable. 

Yoongi didn’t have a heater, maybe because he took the heating for granted. 

“Obviously I don’t.” He answered, waiting just long enough to ask his friend what he was doing there without sounding too rude. ‘To see you’ wasn’t a valid reason for Yoongi.

“The richman’s life,” Namjoon laughed as he snuggled on the couch “he doesn’t have a heater.” 

Yoongi joined him sitting next to him, a little annoyed that Namjoon couldn’t notice that he wanted to be alone. “What happened?” Yoongi asked. 

“I don’t know, you tell me.” 

Namjoon looked for Yoongi’s eyes but he avoided his gaze. He wasn’t planning to talk to anyone today, he wasn’t planning on talking to anyone for the rest of the week.

“Nothing happened.” 

Namjoon squinted “Why are you getting drunk by yourself, then?” 

“I’m not drunk.” Yoongi lied. 

“You are drunk.”

“Are you interrogating me?” 

“Maybe… Why didn't you come to the studio for three days?”

“I’m the boss.” Yoongi slurred. 

“That would be very unethical of you.” Namjoon shook his head in disapprovement. “But I know you’re lying. I asked Jungkook to talk to you about a new project and do you know what he said?” 

“I don’t.” Yoongi suppressed a burp.

“He said that he couldn’t talk to you, huh? I thought you two fought, which I found weird. Imagine how surprised I was to find out that you actually fought with your little girlfriend.”

“Who told you that?” Yoongi frowned, getting closer to his friend as the conversation started to interest him.

“Are you not listening? Jungkook!”

“Is Jungkook mad at me?” Yoongi managed to ask. 

“Yeah, I mean… A little, I guess.” 

“That’s not fair.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “He can’t pick a side. He’s my friend too.” 

“Pick a side? Was it that bad?” Namjoon asked. “Come on, tell me what happened.”

Yoongi hesitated for a second, feeling himself getting smaller under Namjoon’s gaze, but due to how drunk he was it was easy for Namjoon to extract all the information he could from him. The hard part was getting Yoongi to finish a whole sentence without tripping over his own words.

It would have been difficult to admit that he was an asshole if he was sober, but as the drunkenness wore off he became more aware of Namjoon’s judging eyes. 

A friend would never judge you, except if you fucked up really bad. 

“Is there a valid reason for why you did that?” Namjoon asked. “Because as your friend, I’m trying really hard to think of one.”

Yoongi closed his eyes and threw his head back, already annoyed, trying to imagine that Namjoon wasn’t there asking him all those questions. “I don’t need you to scold me.”

“I just… I don’t understand!” He laughed “You managed to make a girl like that stay with you and you let her go?”

He opened just one eye to stare at Namjoon. “What do you mean?” He whispered. “Don’t you think I can make a good girl stay?”

“You just pushed her away, Yoongi.” Namjoon reminded him. 

“I wanted it like that.” He argued. 

“Didn’t you just tell me that you called her after she left?” He questioned.

Yoongi wasn’t sober enough to lie properly. “That’s none of your business.”

“I’m your friend, it is my business.”

“Yeah, well-” He tried to argue “It's hard to explain .”

“Bullshit.” Namjoon said “Just try me.”

Yoongi sighed, defeated. He felt like the thought had been rotting his mind for too long now, it prevented him from going on with his day without feeling like something bad was about to happen. There was no use in blaming someone else, he himself had caused the situation. 

But Namjoon made him feel safe, he had been there for Yoongi for so long that sometimes he was afraid he took him for granted. It was easy to tell him the truth, even if he didn’t know if Namjoon would approve. His young friend seemed to be wiser than him sometimes.  

“I had a dream the other night… About Dasom.” Yoongi started saying. Namjoon felt like a ghost passed behind him when he heard that name, his expression suddenly changed. He couldn’t remember when was the last time that Yoongi mentioned his ex girlfriend, he surely didn’t expect to hear her name in this conversation. 

“Yeah? What was the dream about?” He asked, barely hiding his surprise. 

“It was just the memory of the night she left me.” Yoongi explained “No wonder I dreamt of her, I have been thinking about her non stop, about everything that happened during that time. When I remember her my chest hurts and I get really sad. I can’t help but feel guilty, I’ve been a bad friend and to move on without fixing my mistakes feels wrong.”

“You’ve been a bad friend?” Namjoon repeated, not really understanding.

“You know I have” 

Namjoon took a second to think. 

“You are talking about Jimin.” Namjoon realized. Yoongi silently nodded. “That’s a strange way of seeing things, Yoongi.”

“Doesn’t it make sense?” He asked “I ruined my friendship with Jimin because of my relationship with Dasom and for what? She left me, I couldn’t help her. I can almost hear him laughing at me.”

His friend struggled to find the right words, he didn’t have a say when it came to the friendship that Yoongi and Jimin used to share, but he tried. He could see in Yoongi’s eyes that he was lost in the memory of his ex friend, he just wanted to hear something to ease the pain he felt on his chest. 

“I know it still hurts that you fucked things with him. I still think about him too, about what he said and everything. I wish we could have done things differently too, but don’t you think I agree that that’s a good reason for pushing her away.”

“I know it’s not a good reason.” He said “But I haven’t thought of anything else since she left.”

“Mmm… So what you’re saying is that you want to fix things with Jimin and then you can move on with your life?” Namjoon tried to joke, but in Yoongi’s mind it made sense. 

“Jimin didn’t want to see my face ever again.” He reminded Namjoon. “So that’s kind of impossible.” 

It wasn’t in Yoongi’s plans to talk about Jimin today, it was a sensitive topic for him. Talking about him was almost like talking about a dead person, his name stained the room with sadness. 

“The solution is to never be happy again because you lost a friend, then.” 

“Don’t say it like that.” Yoongi whined, throwing his head back on the couch. Namjoon couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“Like what?” He giggled. 

“Like you don’t understand.”

“No, I understand. I remember you hurt Jimin, but I also remember that you were in a terrible place.” He remembered “You weren’t in position to choose between your friend and your girlfriend, you made mistakes and that’s okay. People make mistakes and the world keeps spinning. I think Jimin would understand.”

“Jimin hates me.” Yoongi whined, he couldn’t stand to hear his name one more time.

“Jimin just wanted you to be happy.” He lowered his voice, like he was telling him a secret. Yoongi knew that, but he found out way too late. “And she’s not Dasom.” 

“I know she’s not, but…”

“Yoongi, what is it that you want?” His friend got closer to him and grabbed him by his shoulders, making Yoongi roll his eyes. He wishes it was as easy as wanting something or not.

“I don’t know.” He half lied, half told the truth. 

“You seriously don’t have a clue?”

“I want her.” He confessed. 

“How much?” Namjoon insisted. 

“Badly.”

“Badly? That’s lame” He mocked him.

“I love her.” Yoongi let out. He swore he felt like a weight was lifted off of him, but Namjoon didn’t look surprised like he expected, he knew him too well not to realize that Yoongi was in love. He fooled himself if he thought he was keeping it a secret. “Too much, actually. She’s a good friend to me, not just a lover, she understands me.”

“But?”

“But I don’t know how to make her happy.” Yoongi replied, Namjoon couldn’t believe what he was hearing, his friend was too immersed in his own world to realize that what he was saying made no sense. 

“You are kidding right now.” Namjoon laughed, but Yoongi was not joking at all. 

He knew that happiness was a very short-lived concept, but when he fell in love with you all those months before, he thought that maybe that was wrong. He felt happy all the time when he was with you and when you were gone he hoped and waited to see you again just to feel that again. Was it happiness, was it obsession, was it love? He didn’t have an answer, he didn't need to explain himself when he was with you. 

“Yoongi, that girl adores you.” Namjoon informed him “You are crazy if you think that she is not happy when she’s with you.”

“How do you know that, anyway?” Yoongi tried to sound defensive, like Namjoon didn’t know what he was talking about, but deep down he just needed some kind of confirmation that you weren’t going to be totally miserable like Dasom was next to him. 

“Because I have eyes!” He laughed “She likes being around you, she would have left earlier if she didn’t.”

“It would be different to be in a relationship than what we have now… Or had, I don’t know.”

“It’s literally the same thing. You are starting to annoy me by making all these excuses just because you are afraid.”

Yoongi frowned and glared at his friend, almost angry to hear him. “I am not afraid.” He tried to deny it. 

“You are!” Namjoon shouted, silencing Yoongi “And it’s not bad to be afraid, you know what’s really bad? What you did to her.” 

He stayed there, looking like Namjoon stole the words from his mouth. He was right, Yoongi spended the last days making up excuses, trying to convince himself that he actually wanted to say all of that to you, that he was not pushing you away because he was afraid. 

That wasn’t him, he wasn’t the asshole who told you that he wanted you all for himself and the next week told you that you confused things. He wasn’t the asshole that pretended that he didn’t act like your boyfriend too. He was the person who waited for you with burned food and you were the girl who ate it and didn’t mention that it tasted bad. He was the person who you could trust and you were the person who he could trust.

“You were a great boyfriend to Dasom and you are a good guy. But now you tried so hard not to be an asshole that you ended up being one anyway.”

“Don’t fucking tell me ‘I told you so’.”

“It’s not about telling you that I told you so, Yoongi. It’s about making things right. Stop lying to yourself by saying you wanted her away.”

“So what should I do?” He asked, that night his friend seemed to have all the answers. “I obviously fucked up really bad this time.”

“Give her space, time to think.” Namjoon responded “Keep in mind that you told her the worst thing someone can say to their girlfriend.” It was funny how Namjoon assumed that you were always his girlfriend. “Give yourself some time to think too, apologize. But don’t compulsively call her again, that’s creepy. If you want to fix things, look for her. Come on, Yoongi. I thought you knew more about girls.”

Yoongi had been with more girls than he could count during the last two years and hadn’t learned shit about any of them, except for you. He knew you were kind, sweet and the most intelligent person he knew. You loved romantic movies and said hello to dogs on the street. His brother liked you, his friends loved you and you made him happy. He wanted to believe he could make you happy too, but he made you cry instead. 

“I thought the same thing.” He murmured. 

Namjoon stayed until Yoongi was fully sober and before leaving he asked him to answer Hoseok’s calls, Yoongi promised to do so. He felt grateful that Namjoon laughed at him, it made Yoongi feel like it wasn’t the end of the world. 

After ten years of friendship with Jungkook, just now you realized that trusting him blindly never brought you any luck. You should have known that Jungkook’s plan was going to be terrible, he had arranged a fake double date with Bora ━his girlfriend━ him and Taehyung, and when you asked him how he was going to get Yoongi jealous, he managed to deliver the most absurd answer you’ve ever heard. 

“I’m going to post an Instagram story.” He explained as he drove to Taehyung’s pace. You looked at Bora, who was sitting in the passenger seat, already rolling her eyes. 

“Is that your whole plan?” You asked.

“No, I’m going to post a story and I’m going to tag you and Taehyung.” He concluded, like it made any difference. 

“You are joking.” 

“I am not!” Jungkook defended himself, a smirk appeared on his face as he pictured the situation “Imagine Yoongi’s face when he taps on Tae’s profile and he sees you are on a date with a super hot guy.”

“The last thing Yoongi is going to assume is that I’m on a date.” You argued.

“Yoongi is not going to assume that you’re on a date.” He said “Yoongi is going to see that you’re on a date.”

“I’m not liking this idea.” You already felt sick in your stomach. 

“When Yoongi comes begging at your doorstep you are going to thank me.”

“I hardly doubt that’s going to happen.” Bora said. Even if you thought the same, it made you a little sad to hear it from her. 

As Jungkook got closer to Taehyung’s apartment you daydreamed of what your night could’ve been if you stayed home. It was a cold night, you could have watched a movie and sink in your loneliness since Nayeon was away for the week visiting her family. 

The plan of making Yoongi jealous didn’t sound as fun anymore, maybe the idea comforted you for a moment when you joked about it with your friends, but now the feeling was wearing off. You did not like conflict, it was never like that with Yoongi. Things were calm with him, they were simple. 

You thought that after two weeks of not seeing him things would get better, but they were worse. It made you think that everything he said was actually true, he didn’t call again, he didn’t text, you didn’t see him anymore.

Vaguely, you remembered that earlier Jungkook had told you not to lose hope, it made you giggle in the moment, now you were wondering if it was really worth it.

When you saw the big poster of The Godfather hanging in Taehyung’s living room wall, you tried to suppress the thought. Then, you paid attention to the pink cardigan he was wearing, he lit up a cigarette and offered a glass of wine. You couldn’t help but wonder, wasn’t he a little… pretentious? 

Well, you don't like to judge people at first sight, but you were quick to judge men, especially the ones you had fake dates with. But if you were being honest, all the movie posters in his walls were bothering you, precisely the one of Scar Face that you saw on the way to the bathroom. Later you realized that it wasn’t Taehyung’s fault that you saw Yoongi everywhere.

At least Taehyung was kind enough to pose for the story that Jungkook posted. In the photo you were turning your backs to the camera, observing the framed poster. It was ridiculous and not subtle at all, but Jungkook assured you that it looked like he just wanted to take a picture of the poster and you just happened to be there next to Taehyung. The part where he tagged both of you was unjustifiable. 

On the other hand, you found it funny that The Godfather was one of Yoongi’s favorite movies. 

Now you were in Taehyung’s balcony with him alone, Bora and Jungkook stayed inside since it was colder than an hour ago. You just wanted to be in silence for a minute. 

Taehyung took out the cigarette box from his pocket and extended it to you, you shook your head. “I don’t smoke.” You declined.  

“Good for you.” He responded, lighting up one for himself. “I actually quit months ago but came back to it recently.”

“You can always quit again.” You mentioned. You saw a small cloud coming out of your mouth as you talked. Even if spring was close it was still freezing at night.

“Yeah, I’ll try again when I feel less nervous.” His voice sounded weird when he had the cigarette between his lips. 

“Are you nervous now?” You tried to joke.

“I’m nervous all the time. Especially now after Jungkook posted that, I don’t know how he dragged me into this.”

“What do you mean? You didn’t want to do that?” You asked confused, he turned his head to you and shrugged, a shy smile appearing on his face. 

“I don’t think my girlfr- ex girlfriend would care very much.” He explained, leaving you more confused than before.

“What are you talking about? Jungkook convinced me about that story because he said that someone I like would get jealous.”

“Really?” He frowned, taking another drag of his cigarette. “My girlfriend left me three weeks ago, he told me if I can make her jealous with you she’ll text me. I don’t have much hope now, I thought his plan was smarter than this.”

Jungkook forgot to mention that Taehyung was in a similar situation to you. What a fucker, you thought. You would talk about it later. 

“I thought so too. I had a little bit of hope that it would work out but I don’t think that Yoongi would ever believe it.” You admitted.

“Oh, so you’re Yoongi’s girl.” He recognized you. 

“Do you know him?”

“No.” He said, his cigarette was now half of it. “But I know that he signed Jungkook, he loves him.”

“Yeah, well, he kind of left me too. Jungkook said that I should get him jealous but he’s not like that. He’s not gonna get jealous if he sees me in a picture with a guy, especially if it’s instagram. He doesn’t care about stuff like that.”

“It’s a terrible idea.” Taehyung laughed, he crushed the cigarette in the ashtray and left it there, crossing his arms above his chest. “You and I should think of a better idea to get both Yoongi and my ex girlfriend jealous without Jungkook’s help.”

“We should hang out near Yoongi’s studio.” You proposed it as a joke. 

“Yeah, we should have a fake date in front of Lucy’s apartment, she would totally call me after that, she would fall in love with me again.” Taehyung joked too, but the tone of his voice was sad, you immediately felt a wave of nostalgia washing over you. You looked inside and observed Jungkook and Bora laughing, it was completely opposite of the situation you shared with Taehyung, both of you seemed to be deeply heartbroken. 

“Though the idea sounds very tempting, Yoongi would know if I try to make him jealous, he would probably laugh.”

“Lucy would think I am an idiot.” He said. “If she doesn’t already think I am.”

“This is a sign of the universe, maybe.” You said, sounding like Nayeon. 

“What is the universe telling us, exactly?” Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh, at least he felt accompanied in his sorrow.

“That we should move on.” You explained. “I mean not now, we deserve to cry for a while, mourn the situation. But then we should move on if the other person doesn’t really care.” 

Taehyung thought about it, somehow he believed you, even when you didn’t fully believe in your own words. 

“We should make a pact.” He proposed. “Take the sign first.”

“How?” You questioned, interested in the proposal.  

“Well, we wait for Yoongi or Lucy to see the instagram story, if they don’t text we should move on.”

“After mourning the situation.” You remarked.

“After mourning the situation.” Taehyung repeated.

“Deal.” You extended your hand and offered it to him. “He hasn’t called in two weeks, I don’t think he will.”

“Deal.” Taehyung took your hands and shook it. “But if we regret this, we should do the fake date instead”

You laughed, agreeing right away. In his eyes you could see that even if you shook hands, it didn’t mean anything for either of you. You wished that letting go of Yoongi was as easy as that.

After two hours you came back home with a new friend, who promised to let you know if his ex texted him, and if she didn’t too. You promised to tell him if Yoongi called, already knowing that he won’t. 

Your apartment was empty, dark and cold. You turned on the heating and the lights before making yourself a tea and preparing for bed. You had never been so happy to get under the sheets like that night. 

You saw the story that Jungkook posted, you told yourself it wasn’t that ridiculous, maybe it will bother Yoongi, but you cursed your friend for not coming up with a more intelligent idea, and cursed yourself for still thinking about it. You fell asleep thinking nothing else could interrupt the next nine hours you were planning to sleep. You were wrong. 

The sound of your phone vibrating incessantly in your nightstand woke you up at two in the morning. You grabbed it in your hands and with barely open eyes you saw a chain of texts from different people and two missed calls. 

[jkjk]: Yoongi saw the story earlier lolololololol

[jkjk]: FINGERS CROSSED. 

[jkjk]: manifesting. 

…

[Yoongo]: wos teahjying

[Yoongo]: !

[Yoongo]: ? 

[Yoongo]: im

[Yoongo]: otsid

[Yoongo]: here

[Yoongo]: 🦿

You jumped out of your bed when you read Yoongi’s name in your phone, running towards your closest window to check if Yoongi’s car was outside. Your heavy eyes scanned the dark street, but there wasn’t a soul outside, and especially not Yoongi’s car. 

A shiver ran down your spine when you heard the sound of the doorbell. You didn't like loud sounds when you were alone at night, and this was the sound of the front doorbell, not the one downstairs. 

[Baby]: Is that you?

“It’s me!” You heard Yoongi’s deep voice behind the door two seconds after you sent the message. Your heart started beating loud against your ribcage, suddenly your legs felt weaker. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked, managing to sound upset. 

“I wanted… to talk.” He replied “About my heating!”

You pressed yourself against the door, trying to hear him correctly without opening it. “Your heating?” You continued to question.

“My heating!” He reaffirmed. “It was cut off… three weeks ago. I don't have anywherrre to stay.” His slurred voice hinted to you that he was drunk, hence the way he wrote those texts.

You opened the door before realizing that it would be a mistake. You weren’t ready to see Yoongi yet, or hear him or have him close. You weren’t ready to see him at your doorstep in his pajamas, wearing a big hoodie and flip flops. The only things on his hands were his phone and the copy of keys you gave him two months ago. 

“How the hell did you get here?” 

“A taxi, duh.” He slurred, leaning against the door frame.

“Well, you know you can’t be here. You shouldn't have come in the first place.” 

You dried your sweaty hands on your pajama shorts, you were worried that he could notice how nervous you were. Your whole body felt hot and there was not a single coherent thought in your mind right now. You hated how vulnerable he made you feel, so nervous and unsure.

“Why?” He questioned, crossing his arms above his chest. “Because you are with Taehyung?”

You felt like your heart dropped in the pit of your stomach in one second. You took a step back, but he took a step forward, staring at you like his eyes were daggers. 

“Taehyung?” You repeated, giggling nervously. 

“Taehyung!” He shouted. Again, you didn’t like loud sounds at night. You grabbed his arm and pushed him inside, afraid that one of your neighbors might wake up. 

“Don’t scream!” You scolded him. “It’s two in the morning, you should be at your house. I don’t want you here.”

Yoongi ignored you, he looked around your apartment trying to find any trace of another man. He closed the door behind him and started walking towards your room. “Why?” He kept shouting “Because Taehyung is here?

You followed him, gripping his arm tightly and turning him around. The smell of alcohol on his breath hit your face centimeters away from it, you didn’t like to be that close to him. You felt a need to push him away, to call a taxi and send him back home, but you stood there in the hallway and stared at him like it didn’t hurt you.

“Taehyung is not here.” You spat “What the fuck are you talking about?” 

“Wh- What am I talking about? I saw Jungkook’s instagram.” He explained. His gaze was soft unlike yours, you were looking at him angry, explicitly stating that you didn't want him there. Even drunk he could tell how angry you were. He looked sleepy and his eyes were glassy. He tried hard not to look at you like that conversation was normal, like he didn’t break your heart, but he failed. 

“I need you to leave.” You insisted, but he ignored you again.

“What should I do?” He wondered to himself “I have… been thinking s-since you left. Do you want me to…?” You saw him trying to find balance. Confused, you frowned when you realized that he was trying to beg for your forgiveness but he was struggling to get down on his knees. You suppressed a laugh and tried to stop him. 

“Stop!” You exclaimed, gripping his wrist once again and pulling him back up. 

He fought to free himself from your hands and in the middle of the attempt he fell to the floor, bringing you down alongside him. 

“You are being irrational.” You said, fighting to keep your voice steady, but the emotions were leaking from your words. Yoongi scoffed.

“Am I?” He questioned. 

“Yes. And you’re being cruel.” Yoongi looked up and encountered your eyes filled with tears. “You can’t do this to me, not after what you said to me.”

He lifted his hand and tried to reach for your face, but you pushed it away. 

“I got desperate.”  He tried to explain, but you shook your head.

“You will regret this when you wake up.”

“But it’s still winter.” He managed to say. 

“Yoongi…” You warned, but he kept ignoring you. 

“It’s still winter and I miss you.”

“I don’t want to listen to you.” You interrupted him. 

“Maybe in summer it was hot and I didn’t notice it but now it’s cold and I don’t have you to keep me warm.”

You felt your heart clenching, it was like he crushed it with his own hands and returned it to you expecting you wouldn’t say anything. You hated that Yoongi mentioned last summer like that, you had been thinking about it during the last weeks. It was cruel to come here and expect you to welcome him, expect you to act like he didn’t leave you shattered. 

“But the only way to talk to me was to get drunk first?”

“Baby…” 

“Don’t call me that.” You stopped him “If you want to come here, you ask first, you shouldn't do this. This is not nice.”

Yoongi was quick to realize that you were being dead serious, that this wasn’t the right thing to do. He had been hoping to see you again for so long that when he had you in front of him, it was too late to notice that he had been wrong. 

“You are right.” He admitted. “I’m sorry.” You sighed heavily, looking at the ceiling. It was hard to separate this Yoongi from the Yoongi of three weeks ago. This one seemed harmless unlike the other one, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pity him. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“About what? Taehyung?” You scoffed. 

“No, about us.”

“I won’t talk to you unless you’re sober.” You sentenced. Yoongi nodded, looking resigned. 

“Could you wait for me, then?” He dared to request. “Just a few hours, until I get sober.”

Was this what you wanted? To consider his request felt wrong, you didn’t want things to end up like this. Your brain was telling you to send him back home, but you knew that you deserved to give yourself closure, something that didn’t make you feel like you ran away and left things undone. You nodded, giving him the benefit of the doubt. 

“Just a few hours. And you’re sleeping in my bed, I’ll wait in Nayeon’s.” 

“I only like your bed when you are there.” He was bold enough to say. 

“Shut up and stand up.”

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