Voyagers

Voyagers

Genre: Fluff, Headcanon

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (Female)

Summary: A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to join BTS on a Bon Voyage adventure leads to once-in-a-lifetime love.

Author’s Note: I’ve had this story rolling around in my head ever since I came across Bon Voyage. I joined the BTS fandom not long after season 4 aired, so it was the first one I saw. I just loved seeing the boys having fun in a relaxed atmosphere, doing normal things like driving, shopping, cooking, and camping.

After seeing the show, I couldn’t help but imagine what it would have been like to join the boys in New Zealand. Since then, I’ve been compelled to fit almost every Yoongi story idea I have into this headcanon and it’s just grown and grown. I decided to finally write all my ideas down in bulleted form, though some parts will warrant a separate drabble (like this one).

I know the premise for this story would never happen in real life, but that’s what’s so great about writing fanfiction, isn’t it? Let’s just suspend disbelief and have some fun! I hope you enjoy!

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Part One

The Contest

There was an unprecedented sweepstakes drawing for 1 extremely lucky fan to join BTS on their next Bon Voyage adventure

You entered every day you could, though you never thought you could actually win

But you did win

The odds were a billion to 1, but you actually won

A camera crew from Big Hit came to your apartment to film your reaction when they told you that you were the winner

They played a video recording from the boys congratulating you on your win and informing you that the location for this season would be New Zealand

You were so excited you were in shock

All you could say was, “Really?!”

You hoped you didn’t embarrass yourself on camera, and hoped other ARMYs would be happy for you

After the filming, you met with a lawyer from Big Hit to go over details and sign contracts and consent forms

You were told you’d meet the boys in Seoul in 2 weeks for the initial planning meeting and that all travel arrangements were already taken care of

Going to South Korea

Over the next 2 weeks, you prepared and packed for your trip to Seoul like a crazy person

You bought 3 new outfits just for the occasion

You researched everything you could about New Zealand

You imagined and rehearsed your first meeting with the boys constantly

You were looking forward to meeting your bias, Yoongi, the most

You were also most nervous about meeting him

You hoped he liked you, that you wouldn’t make a fool out of yourself in front of him or be too shy

You also worried that he and the other boys would be different in person and that you might be disappointed

You hardly slept the night before your flight

The morning of your flight was a blur, you were amazed you managed to get on the plane

The flight was painfully long, it took all day

You passed the time listening to BTS songs and watching past seasons of Bon Voyage, your excitement growing

When you landed at Incheon International Airport, a man in a dark suit was waiting for you, holding a tablet with your name displayed

He led you to a black car where you met the Big Hit employee who would act as your escort throughout your trip

When you were all loaded into the car and on the road, your escort detailed your itinerary

You would be taken to your hotel first, where you would have a few hours to get ready before you would be taken to a restaurant to meet the boys and begin planning your trip

At the hotel, you showered, dressed, and did your hair and makeup meticulously, opting for a dressy causal look

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Voyagers

Genre: Fluff/Headcanon

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (Female)

Summary: A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to join BTS on a Bon Voyage adventure leads to once-in-a-lifetime love.

Author’s Note: I feel like this is going to end up having a million parts if I continue with this amount of detail, but I can’t help myself. This is just how my brain works. 😄 Anyway, I’m not sure if I need to say this, but I wrote this from the perspective of an American ARMY. Hope that doesn’t bother anyone. Also, I imagine you to be the same age as Yoongi, so you’re not technically a noona to him, but I don’t like using “Y/N,” so I’ll just use “noona” as his nickname for you for now. Oh, and one last thing: for the purposes of this story, let’s just pretend there’s no language barrier between you and the boys, okay? Okay! Let’s get it!

Part Three

Countdown to Bon Voyage

When you returned home from Korea, a group chat was started so you and the boys could keep each other updated and get hyped for your trip

You heard from at least one member every day during the weeks leading up to your departure

The boys had the month off from all BTS obligations so they had a lot more free time

Most of the boys went home to visit their families

Yoongi was working on his mixtape and occasionally shared lyrics (and you’d tease him for working during their break)

Jin was living his best life just sleeping and gaming

Namjoon reported on the many art museums he visited

Hoseok was working on a song collaboration and would send videos of his dance

Jimin was traveling and checked in every time he arrived somewhere new

Taehyung shared photos he took while traveling with his friends

Jungkook was writing some songs and bounced ideas off of everyone

You worked as a home stager and the boys (especially Yoongi) loved hearing about your job and seeing before-and-after pictures of your work (no one could appreciate a well-chosen lamp quite like Yoongi)

When you weren’t working, you spent all your time preparing for the trip and would occasionally ask the boys what they would recommend for you to pack

By the time departure day arrived, you felt like you had already grown close with all of them and you couldn’t wait to see them again

Departure Day

Logistically, it made the most sense for you to meet the boys in New Zealand instead of flying together

You were a little bummed about it, but you knew you’d have plenty of time together in the coming days

The morning of your flight, a two-man camera crew met you at the airport so they would have footage of you on your way

They also gave you a GoPro camera, which you were a little self-conscious about using

But everyone in the airport was already staring at you because you were being followed by a camera crew, so you decided to just go with it

As you boarded your flight, you were amazed by the first-class seat that had been reserved for you

Your phone chimed with a message as you settled into your spacious and private seat

You fell asleep soon after takeoff, and slept most of the way

When you weren’t sleeping, you rewatched the The Lord of the Rings movies (‘cause, you know, New Zealand)

Reunited in New Zealand

After flying all day with a brief layover in Los Angeles, you finally arrived in Christchurch, NZ

The view out your window as the plane landed was nothing but snow-covered mountains as far as the eye could see, and it was incredible

You texted the boys as soon as you touched down on the runway

You and your cameramen made your way through the airport to meet everyone at baggage claim

You spotted Jungkook first, though you almost didn’t recognize him because his hair was noticeably longer than the last time you saw him

When Jungkook saw you his face lit up with a huge smile and he called out to you

The other boys looked up at Jungkook’s exclamation and several of them rushed you

Almost before you could say “hi,” you were swept up in Jungkook’s arms and he was spinning you around as you laughed

As soon as he placed you back on your feet, Jimin wrapped his arms around you, lifting you a few inches off the ground too

“Yah, let the girl breathe! You’re suffocating her!” Yoongi scolded as he approached

You looked to him as Jimin let go of you and your heart did a thing

It wasn’t like when you first met him last month either

That had been nervousness, anticipation, excitement

Now it was like... relief

Because you’d missed him, and you were so happy to see him again

And also relief that he was real, and you hadn’t been imagining all this

Then he gave you a shy smile, and your heart did an even bigger thing

Because, dang it, he was cute

Even with - no, especially with - a mask under his chin, sunglasses on his face, and his hair held back by a headband

You moved to give him a hug and he met you halfway

His embrace felt even better than you remembered, warm and comfortable

You just fit together

But when you wrapped your arms around him, you noticed he felt thinner

You asked him if he lost weight as you leaned out of the hug

Hoseok answered for him, saying he’d lost 4 kilograms over break

“He wanted to impress you, noona,” He teased

Yoongi swatted at him, but Hoseok evaded his reach

After you’d greeted all the boys (minus Jin, as the boys informed you he’d be arriving separately a little later), you headed out of the airport as a group

As soon as you stepped outside, you were met by a cool, fresh breeze, and you were glad you wore long sleeves and leggings

A shuttle bus with a luggage trailer was waiting for you and the boys started loading up their bags

You rolled your suitcase over, but before you could load it, Yoongi wordlessly took it from you and lifted it into the trailer

You tried to thank him, but he shrugged it off

You then climbed into the bus with Yoongi right behind you, and he sat down next to you on the front bench seat

As you waited for the shuttle to leave, the boys asked about your flight and you asked about theirs

They told you all about laying over in Singapore and the awesome airplane with seats that folded down into beds

You told them about your layover and how this was your first time flying first-class

The boys also taught you the Bon Voyage cheer they had come up with for this season, but you decided to wait to actually do it until Jin was there

Then you were on your way to pick up the camper and the SUV you would be using all week

Ready, Set, Go

As you drove through Christchurch, you discussed the clear skies and beautiful weather and your mutual excitement

At the rental company, you and the boys signed forms to be drivers, then were led to a room with a table and office chairs to watch an instructional video

Yoongi held your chair for you as you sat so it wouldn’t roll out from under you, then took the seat next to you

After the video, you went back outside to get a tour of the camper and saw that Jin had finally arrived

You and the boys greeted Jin with enthusiastic hugs

An employee then gave instructions about the camper and pointed out its features

As he explained how to empty the wastewater tank, the boys joked about coordinating their bathroom schedules and showering two at a time (Yoongi’s suggestion)

But they ultimately agreed that, unless there was an emergency, only you would be allowed to use the onboard bathroom and they would use the campsite bathrooms

They also agreed that you would have one of the onboard beds to yourself and they would share the remaining beds or sleep in the tents

Once instructions were finished, the boys started loading the luggage into the camper and once again, Yoongi took your suitcase for you

And you smiled to yourself as you realized his chivalry was going to be a trend throughout your trip

When you were all loaded up and ready to go, you gathered with all the boys and did your first official “Bon Voyage” chant (and you couldn’t help but giggle at the way they pronounced “voyage”, with a long “e”)

You then divided into vehicles, and you followed Yoongi, Jin, and Namjoon to the SUV

Jin got in the driver’s seat, and Yoongi and Namjoon tried to offer you the passenger’s seat, but you declined and opted for the backseat, so Namjoon sat up front and Yoongi joined you in the back

Then, with one more cheer out the window with the camper team, you set out, finally starting off on the real adventure

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Backseat Tales ( Yoongi Imagine)

pairing: idol!yoongi x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 0.47k

notes: the gif- min yoongi what the fuck

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When dividing into cars for a short journey, you urged Yoongi into the team that seemed less chaotic. The boys could all have their moments, you knew that, but your exhaustion was preparing to knock you out, and a karaoke carpool wasn’t on your wish list in that moment. Taehyung, able to see you were nearing the end of your energy stash, invited you and Yoongi into his car, where Namjoon was already in the passenger’s seat ready to go.

Out of familiarity, you selected the seat on the left, leaving Yoongi to climb in on the right. From being in a car with Taehyung in the driver’s seat several times before, you found comfort in knowing his smooth driving style would soon rock you to sleep. Unknowingly, your head soon began to lower to the side, but it was quickly met by Yoongi’s shoulder.

He was your best friend. In private, he was your crush too. It only took you a few years to realise how his laidback approach to almost every situation always calmed your manic stressing. Comfort was a feeling you were sure Yoongi was unaware he gave you. He never made much of a show to protect you or look after you when you were together, but looking at him in a different light allowed you to notice the small gestures he only pulled when in your vicinity.

Yoongi twined his arm up to pat the side of your head as you began to drift into sleep. He didn’t seem to mind; you’d informed Yoongi before of how good a pillow he made. Before your consciousness signed out, he rested his head delicately against yours.

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Unnoticed

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (Female)

Summary: When you finally pay attention to BTS’s most reserved member, you find you wish you would have noticed him much sooner.

Warning(s): An allusion to verbal sexual harassment.

Word Count: 1.97K

Author’s Note: Namjoon was my bias from the start, but Yoongi wrecked me out of nowhere. Thus, this story was born. Also, my first BTS story AND my first Tumblr post - ahh! Show me the love!

Unnoticed

The silence was heavy, oppressive. Yoongi was always reserved, and you rarely spent much time with him, so you hadn’t expected lively conversation, but there was something different about this quiet.

In this moment, the silence was... expectant. Tense. You were acutely, intensely aware of Yoongi, and his every little movement, as he sat close beside you on the smooth leather bench in the back of the limousine.

He shifted casually in his seat, subtly angling himself only slightly closer to you, but the minute decrease in space between you was enough to overwhelm your senses. The onslaught of his comfortable warmth, his clean scent, and his gentle exhalation of breath nearly made your head spin.

A jumble of thoughts tumbled around in your mind. You had been immeasurably relieved and grateful that one of the guys had shown up to save you tonight, but you had been equally surprised that it had been Yoongi. Of the seven Bangtan boys, you knew him the least, were the least close to him. Honestly, you’d never given him much thought at all, never felt the need or desire to get to know him, and always assumed he felt the same way about you.

But the way he stood up to that jerk, the way he took charge and helped you escape, the way he defended you... was extremely intriguing.

What had made him act that way? Did he actually care about you? How did you feel about him?

You tried looking at him, really looking at him, for the first time. He was actually quite good-looking. His features were admittedly more feminine, which is why you never considered him attractive before, but now you realized he really was beautiful. His mussed hair fell into his hooded eyes, obscuring their dark depths. Like all the boys, his hair was never the same color for long, but currently, it was a bleached, almost white blonde. His skin was like porcelain, pale and flawless, his lips a perfect pink pucker...

His tongue pensively touched the corner of his mouth and you admitted to yourself that maybe... Maybe you did want to get to know him. Maybe you wanted to get to know him intimately.

Your pulse quickening, you mirrored his movement, angling yourself a tiny bit closer to him, taking care to ensure your skirt slid ever so slightly higher, exposing just another millimeter of your thighs.

You waited for a reaction from him, and were not disappointed. His gaze traveled slowly up the length of you, obviously observing every inch. His face remained impassive though, even as he idly licked his lips while looking at you. You couldn’t tell if he liked what he saw.

“Yoongi?” You asked, and though your voice was barely above a whisper, it broke the silence like shattering glass.

He didn’t respond audibly, but his eyes met yours.

“Thank you again, for saving me.” Your hand moved as you spoke, your fingers sweeping across his forehead, brushing his hair from his eyes to better see how he was looking at you. “I really appreciate it.” You exhaled.

The slightest smile lifted the corners of his mouth. Emboldened by his reaction, your hand found his and you wove your fingers together. He accepted your hand, giving it a gentle, affectionate squeeze. Heat flooded through you in response.

A terrifyingly enticing idea then occurred to you, and you acted on it before you could think better of it. With purpose and abandon, you lowered your interlaced hands to your lap, then slid your hand away, leaving his warm fingers on the bare skin just above your knee.

His faint smile dissolved into a look of confusion, his brow tightening. But despite the hesitancy on his face, an unmistakable fire lit up behind his eyes.

You waited, trying to focus on your breathing. It and his were the loudest sounds in the dim, moving car, though barely louder than the pounding of your heart. His hand on you seemed to grow hotter by the second, slowly burning through you.

You wanted him to kiss you. You’d barely spared him a thought before tonight, but right now you wanted him to kiss you as much as you’d ever wanted anything in your life. With all the strength you possessed, you willed him to get the message, and you waited.

And then, after what seemed like an eternity, his fingers tightened their grip on your thigh, he licked his lips, and his head tilted closer.

You froze, continuing to wait, still silently willing him with all your might. His face hovered before yours, his breath warming your lips. He moved imperceptibly closer still and you inhaled deeply, smelling the salt of his skin, tasting the traces of his last drink. His mouth barely brushed against yours, the contact fleeting and smooth. Was he teasing you? Or was he hesitating? Either way, the effect was excruciatingly, exquisitely tantalizing.

Then his other hand lifted, finding your face. His fingers slipped into your hair, holding the back of your neck, pulling you to him as his lips pressed fully against yours.

A wave of adrenaline surged through you, your stomach tightening in excitement. Though his pressure was soft, Yoongi kissed you as though trying to inhale you, as though he was trying to experience every sensation. He started slow and deliberate, his hands holding you firmly but gently as he savored the feel of your mouth under his. Then a noticeable shift occurred, and his need became desperate.

His hot hand slid higher up your thigh, his fingers digging into your skin. His tongue swept your lips and you parted them for him, returning his feverish kiss as he clutched you tighter still. He pulled your legs across his lap with surprising strength, his hand on your neck tangling and knotting in your hair.

Every one of your senses was wide awake. You couldn’t breathe, but you didn’t care. You’d gladly give up oxygen to continue to feel his warm, firm, urgent kisses, to taste his sweet tongue in your mouth.

You continued heatedly, enjoying each other thoroughly, your hands, mouths, and bodies constantly moving, touching, never breaking contact. Subconsciously, you wondered why you’d not done this months ago. Why had you always overlooked Yoongi, and never once considered kissing him? You had definitely been missing out; the boy knew what he was doing. Well, regardless, you were here in his arms now, and you had every intention of taking full advantage of the situation.

So with a self-satisfied smile against his lips, you slid both hands into his soft hair, and moved as smoothly as you could to position yourself across his lap, one knee on either side of his hips. Your skirt stretched tightly between your legs, riding a few inches further up your thighs.

Yoongi broke his mouth away, gasping softly, both hands gripping your waist. His eyes were dark as they quickly grazed your legs, then darted away.

You felt a twinge of disappointment.

“What’s wrong?” You exhaled.

Yoongi muttered something in Korean, his voice guttural, his breath heavy, before meeting your gaze, his tongue in his cheek.

“I think...” He spoke in English, a purr-like sound rumbling in his throat as he labored to find the right words, “That’s enough... for tonight.”

“Oh,” You slumped, definitely disappointed, “Okay.”

Something passed across Yoongi’s face. Regret? Disappointment, too? Maybe guilt?

His hands quickly found your face, gently cupping your cheeks, his mouth set in a small pout.

“Sorry,” He breathed, pressing a quick kiss to your swollen lips, and your stomach fluttered once again. His own lips seemed reluctant to leave yours as he slowly pulled away, but still the gesture had finality.

With a sigh, you regrettably crawled off his lap, straightening your clothing as you returned to your own seat. As you ran your fingers through your hair attempting to comb it, you glanced out the darkened window and realized the car was parked outside your apartment. And just like that, reality set in.

“I didn’t realize we’d stopped.” You spoke quietly. The silence was quickly growing heavy again.

Yoongi’s face had reclaimed its impassive mask, his breathing slowly returning to normal. He only nodded, following your gaze out the window.

Were you going to talk about this? Did this mean anything, or was it just the heat of the moment? Was there any chance of this happening again, or was it a one-time thing? Were you going to tell the boys, or were you going to pretend it never happened? For all your reckless abandon earlier, you had a lot of questions now.

You looked to Yoongi hopefully, but he said nothing, his slender fingers contemplatively touching his slightly parted lips, and you realized you shouldn’t have expected anything different.

“I guess I better head inside.” You sighed again, reaching for your handbag.

Yoongi’s gaze lifted at that.

“Let me walk with you.” He said, his voice low, his hand already on the door handle, and you didn’t decline.

He opened the door and stepped out of the limo in one movement, and you followed close behind, sliding across the leather of the seat. He extended his hand to help you stand up and you took it, but when you were fully outside the car, he did not let go. He kept your hand securely in his as he closed the car door and you began walking toward your building.

Somehow, holding his hand now was almost more thrilling than kissing him in the limo. Probably because you were out in the open now, in public, away from the secretive shelter of car doors and tinted windows. Anyone walking by could see you, would think that you were a couple. Fangirls or paparazzi could be just around any corner. Were you going to see pictures from tonight plastered across the top of some tabloid website in the morning? It would be quite the story.

You glanced over your shoulder, but saw no one in the light of the street lamps as you and Yoongi reached the main door. Bringing yourself back to the moment, you entered the passcode into the keypad and the lock clicked open. Yoongi pulled the handle, holding the door open for you, never dropping your hand. You entered together, walking down the empty hallway in continued silence.

Your mind was racing as fast as the blood coursing through your veins as you reached your apartment door.

“Do you want to come in?” You asked, though you were sure you already knew the answer.

Yoongi shook his head, his gaze low, both hands moving behind his ears in a nervous gesture.

“It’s late, I should say goodnight.”

“Okay, goodnight.” You said, unable to form any better response. Your brain felt as fuzzy as your tummy felt fluttery. “And thanks again,” You added after a moment, “For everything.”

“I’m glad you’re okay.” He said softly, moving both hands to your waist, holding you gently. Then, before you could react, he leaned in to give you another final, lingering kiss. “Goodnight.” He murmured, as his lips slowly parted yours. “I’ll talk to you later.” He added, leaning back.

Then Yoongi dropped his hands from your waist, stepping back, and there was nothing left but to go inside, so you turned to put your key in the lock and let yourself into your apartment. You stepped inside and began to shut the door behind yourself, exchanging a small wave with Yoongi as the door latched closed.

Quickly, you peered through the peephole, and just caught sight of Yoongi disappearing down the hall.

With a heavy sigh, you slumped against the door, suddenly feeling equally exhausted and exhilarated - as well as completely, thoroughly confused.

Sequel: Noticed