SIR?!!!!

SIR?!!!!

Awwww this is so cute 😭 I hope to have more of this in upcoming 🍊🍊🍊 😊

oh! hmmm, maybe driving? I can’t remember if you had already written something like that in the 3tan universe, but I love holding hands/thigh while driving and kissing on red lights, cliché but for a reason 😌 so cute 🥺

“Kiss me.”

“What?”

“Kiss me.”

“No, you’re driving.”

“Yeah, so hurry up.”

Instead of going for a dangerous option such as his lips, or even a safer one like his cheek, you decide to comply on your own terms. Clutching his fingers resting on the gearshift, you bring his hand up to your face—ignoring the curious glance he shoots—and plant the softest peck on his knuckles.

“There,” you finally respond, shy when you realize how intimate that probably was. Letting his palm free, you quiet your voice when you ask, “Happy?”

When Yoongi doesn’t answer, you swing your eyes toward the driver’s seat.

And almost burst at the way he’s most definitely covering his own shyness with a nose scratch.

“Are you blushing?”

“You can’t just do that, doll.”

“You are!”

“Nah.”

“Liar!”

“I’ll pull this car over.”

“Oh my god, you have both hands on the wheel, I’m gone—”

Yoongi unlocks the car with a flick of his fingers, and laughs outright at the yelp you make when you hastily lock your door again.

And when you finally get back to his place, you test his aversion, teasing him with laughter every time he yanks his hands away.

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3tanslices: mini-scenarios!

series: three tangerines

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a/n: this was so cuuuuuute ty for sending it in!! big bad yoongi can’t take having his hands kissed🥴

Awwww this is so cute and beautiful! 🥺 and burgundy suit! Ahhhhhh! ❤️ Thank you for tagging me 😊

Always and Forever, Me and You

Pairing: Yoongi x you

Genre: Fluff

Rating: T - sfw

Word Count: 1,785

Warning: Gummy smiles, shooting stars, you spoil Yoongi, lots of hand holding and kisses. I cried a little haha.

Disclaimers: this is just fiction (but Yoongi if you're reading this by some random chance... 😏) it's not beta'd (shock horror!), I wrote it on my phone, and it's 1:33 AM.

Date Posted: 18 October, 2022 1:33 AM

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As soon as your shift ended, you grabbed your bag, and wished your co-workers a good weekend. The day had been quiet, the weather was nice, and the city was buzzing. You felt giddy as you hurried to the train and checked your makeup when you slipped into a seat. 

It was date night and also your turn to choose where you were going to go and what you were going to do. 

Yoongi's dates were always interesting and fun. Sometimes, they’d start off with a nice restaurant he had found while trying to learn Instagram at the behest of his friends, but would end up eating ice cream in the park watching the ducks and cats. Other times, you’d go to the arcade, or on the basketball court where he’d let you win just to see you smile. 

No matter where you went or what you did, he’d always show up at your door with a bouquet of flowers and a Polaroid from your last date that he would write the date and a brief summary of what had happened on the back in his neat writing. He said he wanted to remember as much as he could when he was old. 

It was enough to melt you into a puddle. 

You arrived home and hurried to get ready, changing into a dress you had only worn once to your sister's wedding. You had told Yoongi to get dressed up too and were excited to see him in a suit again. He thought he looked odd being unable to hide his lean, muscular thighs in a pair of oversized jeans. You thought he was the most handsome man you'd ever seen when he wore a suit, especially now that his hair was long and starting to hang in loose curls that brushed his shoulders.

You double checked you had everything you needed in your slender black clutch and flexed your mouth in every which way to make sure your teeth were sparkling and your lipstick was still in place. Tonight was going to be spectacular and you wanted everything to be as perfect as you could make it.

A knock at the door brought you back to reality. You looked at yourself in the mirror and let out a long breath as you hurried to the entryway on the balls of your feet and opened the door. 

There stood Yoongi wearing the same burgundy suit,  white button down, and black tie he'd worn to your sister's wedding. 

How fitting. 

He began to laugh when he saw what outfit you were wearing. "Look at us. Are we going to another wedding? You're gorgeous, darling." He pulled you into a hug and kissed your cheek.

Your heart leapt to your throat as you struggled to keep your excitement under control. "You're so handsome, my love."

He stepped back to hand you your flowers. You took them and appreciated their scent before walking into the kitchen with Yoongi following you after removing his shoes.

He turned and leaned back against the counter, resting his hands on the cool marble top as he watched you fill the vase you always used up with water. "So, what are your plans? What are we doing all dressed up?"

You grinned at him over your shoulder as you worked on arranging the flowers neatly. "Well… I got tickets to the symphony. I thought we could go get dinner at N. Grill and then go to the symphony and then finish the night off at the Moon Bar."

His eyes were warm as he welcomed you stepping close to him, resting your hand on his chest while he wrapped his hands around your hips. He swallowed hard and searched your eyes, a smile playing on his lips. "Sounds really romantic. What's the occasion?"

You shrugged, turning your gaze to the lapel you were smoothing. He could read you like a book. He knew all of your quirks, all your secrets, all your desires. He also knew when you were hiding something from him.

He grinned with a low chuckle as he rested his brow against yours. He squeezed your sides, knowing exactly where your ticklish spots were. You squealed in laughter, gripped his arms and tried to duck away from him to no avail. You twisted until you managed to turn to your side.

"Stop Yoongi! You'll ruin the surprise!"

He sighed and watched you with helpless eyes. He loved the efforts you went to to keep things fresh. He knew you worried he'd get bored of you if he knew every last thing about you, but he wished you'd believe him when he said there'd be very little he'd be willing to leave you over.

You were his and he was yours. You both knew it with every fiber of your beings.

He kissed your brow and sighed lightly as he smoothed your hair behind your ear, a teasing grin brightening his face. "I'm sure I'll find out before we get to dinner."

"You shan't." You laughed as he released you and watched you walk to the entryway.

He hummed and held your hand as you stepped into your heels then leaned in close enough to whisper into your ear as he stepped into his shoes. "I shall."

You waited for him to tie his shoes and right himself before putting one hand on the door and tapping the tip of his nose with your other hand.

"You shan't." You swung the door open and slipped out of it, careful to avoid a full box of your things, ready to be moved soon.

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At dinner, Yoongi stared out the large window that looked out at the glowing city below and held your hand under the table. He always loved watching the sunset with you. 

The restaurant, a high end French restaurant he had protested against when he saw the prices until you said your dad had given you money and encouraged you to have fun, was situated on Namsan Mountain, and had been quiet that evening allowing him to unplug his mind and relax.

You watched him lean back with his mouth slowly parting while his eyes drank up the beauty of your city. You knew a new piano piece was beginning to stir in his mind when his fingers moved rhythmically against your hand.

It was nice to see him be calm after all the excitement that had flooded into your life a few months ago. 

He felt the weight of your gaze and looked over at you with flushing cheeks before he kissed your knuckles.

The symphony afterward been spectacular too. Seeing his eyes grow wide was something you had always loved to see. He hadn't let your hand go the entire time and you could feel his excitement as he squeezed your hand with every crest. 

He had smiled so broadly when it had ended that you couldn't help but to smile in return.

He sighed and carded a hand through his hair and wrapped his other arm around your waist, drawing you next to him as he guided you to the car where he moved to hold the door open for you.

You were grinning up at him for a moment before he cocked his head to the side and let out a breathy chuckle you swore you would never get over. You smiled and rested your hands on his strong, broad shoulders. "What?"

"The nights almost over and I still don't know what the occasion is."

You were about to tease him by saying you told him he wouldn't figure it out, but stopped when a flash of red lights lit up a small bit of sky behind him. At first, you weren't sure what to think. Was there an emergency? Then it happened again and when Yoongi turned to see what you were looking at, he pointed and grinned broadly, his gummy smile giving you peace of mind. 

"It's the Orionid meteor shower!" He took your hand and pulled you next to him. "Make a wish!"

You had been saying the same wish as though it were a prayer since the two of you officially became a couple two years ago. 

You wished it silently every time you got him to fall apart laughing.

You wished it when you woke up and could watch him sleep so peacefully beside you.

You wished it when you curled up safe and warm under his arm at night, especially when he would hold you good and tight with his face nestled so close to yours you could feel his breath on your skin.

You wished it every time you saw him and every time you had to bid him farewell.

I wish to always have you in my life.

You took his hand and giggled lightly, glancing at the dusty parking lot ground before stepping to be in front of him. You put your hands on his chest and smiled when he opened his puppy-like eyes and rested his brow against yours and put his hands on your hips.

"Yoongi?" He gave a small hum and looked at you through his lashes, his smile growing. You could practically feel your excitement vibrating through your body and into his. "Will you marry me?"

He laughed and pulled you in for a kiss that was sweet like the wine he'd been drinking. "Yes, I will, Y/N. Will you marry me?"

"I'd be honored to, Mr. Min."

"Good, Mrs. Min." Immediately, he screwed his eyes shut and twisted away from you, but took your hand in his as he whined. "Ahh, we became that couple already! Divorce!"

You laughed and pulled him back to face you. "Aww Yoongi. We're cute. We're in love and getting married next week. We're allowed to be cringy."

"I finally get to stay with you 24/7 starting tomorrow in a brand new house with brand new furniture with a brand new dog and a brand new car." He sighed and pressed his brow to yours again. "I love you. I love us. I hope we stay this way forever. I want us to be like those elderly couples walking in the park one day."

"Me too." You savored the cuddle for a moment then looked into his eyes while cupping his cheek. "Tonight was a celebration of you and how happy I am to have you in my life and how excited I am for everything. I want you in my life for always and forever."

"Always and forever, me and you." He entwined his fingers with yours and kissed you softly while the shooting stars exploded overhead like small fireworks celebrating your love.

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Schooled aka Seokjin's revenge

A Vows drabble. Read the rest here.

Seokjin's fed up with the way Yoongi and his wife keep involving him in their shenanigans, so he decides to teach them a lesson.

Pairing: Yoongi x F! reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Arranged marriage AU, smut

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Sex, swearing, voyeurism

Kim Seokjin has spent a lifetime being a beautiful man. He’s never had any doubt about the way he looks, if what he sees in the mirror isn’t enough, all he has to do is walk out onto the street. He’s aware of the sidelong glances, the flattering double takes, sometimes the out-and-out staring. 

He’s aware of it all, and he’s not going to complain about it. In fact, he leans into it, weaponises it like he does all his other assets. He has a few. Seokjin’s never going to complain about the privileges his family money and his good looks have brought him. He’s never going to deny that life is unfair, that the deck is stacked in his favour. 

In some ways it’s grounding that he’s often surrounded by people of a similar ilk. His best friend is Min Yoongi, a sharply, devastatingly intelligent man with good looks and good fortune to rival his own. Yoongi’s always been a force to be reckoned with, from when he dabbled with being a basketball jock in high school, dropping panties and breaking hearts, to university, when he topped his classes and every beautiful person who turned his way. 

It’s strangely humbling to see Yoongi like this, reduced to the social adeptness of a half-witted neanderthal, by a woman who doesn’t even seem to be making any effort to do so. 

Seokjin tries hard to not roll his eyes as he watches the way Yoongi stares at his wife. In Seokjin’s head, he calls her the brat. Sometimes he does it to her face, mainly because he takes unholy pleasure in seeing the way the usually untouchable, unflappable  Min Yoongi visibly twitches when he hears Seokjin call her a brat. 

The brat looks at Seokjin, fresh from plotting whatever hell she’s plotting for Yoongi next. 

Seokjin waits. He can feel her eyes on his face, just as surely as she can’t feel the way Yoongi’s eyes never leave her face. 

‘Do you mind if I wait here in your office for a car, given my husband is too busy to give me a lift?’ she asks. 

Seokjin knows for a fact that Yoongi would drive her to the ends of the Earth if she ever asked. But he only knows it because he knows his friend. 

He’d never be able to guess it from the way Yoongi’s jaw tightens and he says nothing. 

They’re idiots. And because of them, Seokjin’s late to his afternoon appointment with a stunning and very effective physical therapist. 

‘Of course,’ Seokjin says, smoothly. ‘Would you like a drink whilst you wait?’

‘Oh I don’t want to be any trouble,’ she replies very formally. She throws Yoongi a sidelong glance as though she really can’t sense the way he’s glowering at her. 

‘See you at home, husband.’ 

Yoongi says, pointedly, ‘I’ll see you later, Seokjin.’ 

He turns away, and doesn’t see the flash of emotion in her eyes. It’s enough to make Seokjin almost soften towards her. 

Almost. 

He’s still annoyed at missing his appointment. 

‘I hope you don’t mind if I get some work done whilst you wait,’ he tells her. 

The brat looks at him. ‘I’ll wait downstairs, I only wanted to annoy him. I don’t really need to annoy you too.’ She laughs, a little. ‘Also, I left my purse and phone at home, I’ll have to walk.’ 

Seokjin’s exasperated. ‘You know Yoongi would have given you a lift. He’d have paid for a car.’ 

He only registers his scolding tone when he sees the way she’s subtly mimicking him. 

‘Stop that.’ 

‘Stop what?’ she asks, innocent. 

‘I’ll call you a car. I’ll put it on Yoongi’s tab,’ Seokjin says, unlocking his phone. 

‘I don’t like owing anyone anything,’ she mutters. 

‘You’d be doing me a favour by getting out of my hair,’ Seokjin replies. 

‘Your hair looks very shiny,’ she says. 

Seokjin knows she’s not flattering him, he did think that when he looked in the mirror this morning. Which reminds him. 

‘It’s my mother’s birthday tonight,’ he says. ‘I need to get a present. Maybe if you help me with a present idea we can call it even.’ 

‘I can do you one better,’ she says, brightening. ‘I’ve got a present you can give her. I’ll have it delivered to you once I get home.’ 

‘What is it?’ Seokjin asks. 

She almost looks offended that he has to ask. ‘It’s a pair of Qing dynasty jade earrings I picked up in Sotheby’s a few years ago.’ 

‘My mother loves jade,’ Seokjin says, intrigued. 

‘My mother did too,’ she says, eyes shadowed. Then she brightens again. ‘I’m sure your mother will love them.’

She pauses, then says, ‘I’m glad they’ll be going to someone who’ll enjoy them.’ 

‘You’ll have to let me pay you for them.’ 

‘It’s only money.’ 

‘Spoken like a true heiress.’ 

‘You act like you aren’t chaebol born and bred yourself, Kim Seokjin.’ 

Seokjin suddenly registers the way he’s standing over her, close. 

Their eyes meet. 

She tilts her chin to keep eye contact. 

‘Since you’re helping me out, I’ll help you,’ Seokjin says. ‘Yoongi cares more about you than he’ll admit to.’ 

‘He’s right outside,’ she replies. There’s a breathless quality to her voice Seokjin hasn’t heard before, not from her. He’s heard it from others though, he knows he’s a lot to take in, close up. 

‘Yeah?’ he asks. 

‘Yeah,’ she replies again. She’s staring at his lips. ‘But of course, it’s fine, because despite how close you’re standing, neither of us would do anything to hurt him, not like this.’ 

Seokjin lets his eyes rove over her lovely face, and for the first time in his life he’s tempted to take something that isn’t his. 

He can hear the door of his office opening behind him. 

She drops her gaze, to somewhere level with his shoulder. 

‘I’ll have the earrings sent over,’ she says. 

She turns away. ‘Hi husband, I was just thinking about you,’ she says, making it sound sarcastic. 

Yoongi murmurs something Seokjin doesn’t quite catch in that low voice of his. 

Seokjin turns just in time to see the way Yoongi’s hand lifts as if to touch her back as they leave together. He doesn’t touch, just drops it when he realises they’re still pretending to hate each other. 

Seokjin huffs out a breath, exasperated, then glances at his phone. Perhaps his physical therapist can free up a space later this afternoon. 

***

Seokjin watches the sun go down from Yoongi’s office as Yoongi paces a hole in the very beautiful Aubusson rug on his floor. 

‘Yoonseok won’t stop asking me when I’ll take her to see the family again,’ Yoongi growls. 

Seokjin examines his cuticles, bored. ‘Why don’t you just bone and leave me out of this.’ 

‘We are boning!’ says Yoongi furiously.

Seokjin sits up. ‘Wait. When did you start sleeping together?’ 

Yoongi just glares at him. 

Seokjin can’t stop the smile spreading across his face. ‘You mean, you’re sleeping together and she still won’t stop being a brat to you?’ 

He sits back. ‘I like her more and more every day.’ 

‘You’re supposed to be on my side,’ Yoongi says, sourly. 

‘I’m trying to stay out of this, but you won’t stop dragging me into it,’ Seokjin points out. 

‘She drags you into it too,’ Yoong points out. 

The memory of her pretty face tilted up to his and the mercifully brief, wild impulse to lean down and drag his lips across hers, sobers Seokjin. 

‘You’re both idiots,’ Seokjin settles for saying. ‘I’m not getting involved in any of this.’ 

Yoongi’s phone rings. 

Seokjin’s amused to note that he’s saved her as ‘Mrs Min.’ 

Yoongi stares at it. 

‘It’s just us here, you don’t have to pretend you hate her,’ Seokjin says, smirking. 

Yoongi throws him a murderous look and answers. 

Seokjin sees himself out. 

***

The incessant vibration of Seokjin’s phone is infuriating him. 

The breathless woman underneath him puts her hand on his chest.

‘Do you need to get that?’ she asks. 

Seokjin looks down at her gorgeous eyes and is very tempted to say ‘no’. 

‘Let me just see if it’s an emergency, I’m sorry,’ he says. 

It’s Yoongi. 

‘Are you dying?’ he asks, as soon as he answers. 

Yoongi laughs, sardonic. ‘I’m in hell.’ 

‘Well, hopefully Mr Lee will be able to find you to take you home,’ Seokjin says. ‘Good –’ 

Yoongi says, slurred, ‘I’m sorry. I’ll call Namjoonie.’ 

Seokjin looks regretfully at the bed, at the woman in it, waiting for him, and says, on a sigh, ‘Where are you?’ 

Yoongi’s still upright when Seokjin arrives to get him, just about. 

Seokjin takes the whiskey out of his hand and gulps it down himself. 

‘Come on, Yoon, let’s go home.’ 

***

Yoongi shuffles into Seokjin’s kitchen the next morning. 

Seokjin puts his phone away quickly, closing the message trail. 

‘I’ve made breakfast, Yoongi,’ he says, gesturing to the spread on the table. ‘Eat up.’

He resists the urge to say, ‘you’re gonna need it.’

Yoongi, predictably, goes straight for coffee.

It’s a good few minutes before his gravelly voice says, ‘thank you for getting me, Jin.’

‘It’s fine,’ says Seokjin, serene. ‘I’m meeting her again tonight.’

‘You can get away with a lot when you have a face like this,’ he reminds Yoongi.

Yoongi doesn’t crack a smile. ‘I don’t even know if any of this is worth it,’ he says. ‘Maybe we should just accept we aren’t compatible and call it.’

‘Sure, can I ask her out?’ Seokjin asks, sly.

Yoongi’s expression is blank but Seokjin can see the way his hands tighten around the coffee mug.

‘Shut up,’ Yoongi says, too busy denying his feelings to even remember who he’s talking to.

Seokjin hums.

Yoongi says, also predictably, ‘can you drop me off at home?’

‘Car’s round the front,’ Seokjin replies.

***

They’re a block from Seokjin’s office building when he says, ‘we need to stop by my office, I need to pick something up.’

Yoongi grunts, having lapsed into a hungover silence that feels contemplative to Seokjin. He hopes his friend is in a philosophical mood for what’s to come.

As the elevator doors open, Seokjin steps back smoothly. 

‘Ah I forgot my phone in the car. You go on up,’ he tells Yoongi. 

He has just enough time before the lift doors close to see Yoongi look up in surprise at his bratty wife, already in the lift.

Seokjin heads straight to the security office, where Minseok, his head of security, is waiting.

Minseok gestures to the cameras, aligned to give a crystal clear line of vision to the couple now trapped in the lift, somewhere between the tenth and eleventh floors. 

Seokjin takes the microphone. 

‘Good morning, Mr and Mrs Min, it’s your beloved friend Seokjin. I’ve organised for both of you to be trapped in this lift so you can spend some time working out your problems, without involving me. You’ll be here a while, so you might as well talk to each other. I’ll be back in a few hours, or whenever either of you looks like you’re about to pee in the lift.’

He watches with satisfaction as the brat turns straight to Yoongi, no doubt berating him about his choice in friends.

Yoongi crosses his arms and stares straight into the camera. He lifts his hand, middle finger up. 

‘Don’t be rude, Yoon, I rescued you out of that bar last night when you were drinking yourself to oblivion pining after your beloved wife.’

Yoongi’s mouth thins into a line, and he mouths a very clearly enunciated ‘fuck you’ to Seokjin. 

‘Why don’t you fuck each other instead?’ asks Seokjin, sweetly. 

He sees the way her mouth drops open. 

‘I’ll be back later,’ Seokjin says. ‘Enjoy!’

***

Seokjin heads up to his office to watch how things play out as he catches up on some work.

At first, Yoongi and the brat seem to be talking, arms crossed, mirrorring each other in their tenseness. 

It’s somewhere after the first half hour that they seem to realise they can sit down. Seokjin watches, amused, as the brat pointedly takes the opposite corner of the lift to Yoongi, putting as much distance between them as possible.

Seokjin’s not sure when they start moving closer together, but by the end of hour two, they’re sitting next to each other.

It’s somewhere around hour three that Seokjin notices the way Yoongi’s thigh is pressing against the brat’s, the way his hand is braced on his own thigh but splayed so his fingertips touch her skin.

Seokjin looks up from an email just in time to see Yoongi mouth, ‘fuck it,’ and turn, pulling the brat into his lap. 

Like this, Seokjin can see the back of Yoongi, and he has a clear, mostly unobstructed view of the brat’s face.

Kim Seokjin’s always been one to recognise beauty when he sees it, and the brat is beautiful in her pleasure.

And shit, she looks pleasured.

Seokjin has a half thought that he ought not to be watching this, that he should leave them to their privacy, then the brat turns to face the camera directly. It’s almost like she can see him, her eyes are so knowing.

Her lips curve in what can only be described as a smirk, but part soon after, as Yoongi’s hand moves under her skirt. 

Her mouth falls open, and Yoongi slides a hand around her neck, pulling her closer. 

Seokjin watches as her thighs tighten around Yoongi’s torso. 

She’s wrapped around him, grinding on his lap.

Her fingers weave into Yoongi’s hair, long lately like it was when he and Seokjin were in college together. She tugs Yoongi’s head back, and he kisses down her neck in response.

Yoongi slips a hand under her sweater, over her breast, and her fingers tighten in Yoongi’s hair.

Seokjin can’t hear her, but he can see the way her lips form Yoongi’s name.

Dimly, he realises that his own cock is hard, pressing against his slacks. He strokes a hand over his length, trying to take the edge off.

Her lips part again over Yoongi’s name, her eyes close, and her back arches, pressing her into Yoongi.

Fuck it.

Seokjin draws his aching cock out of his slacks. He gives himself a pump, two, shivering at the pleasure of it.

There’s more positioning between the couple in the lift, an unmistakeable movement, one Seokjin’s experienced himself many times with many partners.

The brat brings her hips back, smiles prettily at Yoongi, and starts to lower herself down into his lap.

Seokjin knows the exact moment Yoongi’s in all the way. He can see how his hands have shifted, how they’ve gone from touching, stimulating, to just holding her against him.

Shit, shit, shit, the brat’s so fucking pretty when she’s full of cock.

Seokjin’s hand stills, but he can’t stop now, not when the brat looks like Yoongi’s fucking her so good she’s about to lose it.

Her hands pull hard at Yoongi’s hair, her eyes squeeze shut, and Seokjin can see her mouth the words, ‘I’m cumming,’ so clearly he can almost hear her voice.

Seokjin groans as he spills into his own hand, tugging his own cock furiously, milking every last bit of pleasure, imagining it’s her on the end of his cock. 

By the time he looks up again, Yoongi and the brat are holding each other. He can’t see Yoongi’s face, but he can see the dazed, smitten expression on her face, clear as day.

Seokjin clicks off the screen and goes to get cleaned up.

***

When the lift doors open, Yoongi’s got his arm around the brat protectively. 

‘Enjoy the show, Seokjin?’ Yoongi asks, dryly, but he doesn’t sound particularly bothered that his best friend just watched him fuck his wife. In fact, he sounds, almost…. smug?

The brat’s a different story. Seokjin can almost feel the warmth radiating off her face from where he’s standing.

She turns into Yoongi’s chest, and Seokjin sees the look of pleasure on Yoongi’s face before he smooths it over to his usual neutral expression.

‘I’d appreciate if you didn’t try to drag me into your disagreements in the future,’ Seokjin says, sternly.

‘I’m sorry,’ says the brat, demure considering Seokjin’s just seen her cum on her husband’s cock.

‘That’s fair,’ Yoongi allows.

‘Great. I think I’ve made my point,’ Seokjin says.

He waves his phone. 

‘I’ve got a copy of the footage,’ he informs them.

Yoongi cocks a brow at him. 

‘The only copy. I’ve had the original footage destroyed,’ Seokjin tells them.

Yoongi says, ‘how much?’

‘Not for sale,’ Seokjin replies, matter of fact.

The brat steps forward. Her eyes meet Seokjin’s.

‘Enjoy,’ she says. 

Then she turns, takes Yoongi’s arm and leads him away.

Neither of them look back. 

©hamsterclaw 2022

Oc and yoongi falling asleep while on the phone 😭

“Why don’t you go to sleep, doll.”

“Don’t want to…”

“It’s late.”

“You’re late.”

A quiet huff.

“And you’re tired. Just sleep.”

“I’d…” You drift off, not knowing how much time passes before you exhale. “I would if I was there.”

“Yeah. Cus I’d make you. Like now.”

“Mmph.” You breathe in deeper, feeling like you won’t have a say regardless in a few seconds. “What’re you gonna do.”

“I dunno. Maybe work on something.”

Your acknowledgement is more of a sigh than spoken syllables, already one foot into unconsciousness. The only thing you remember whispering with some effort is a low, quiet,

“Night, Yoongi.”

And exhaustion finally takes you.

—

When you wake up a few hours later, you expect the phone to be off and the call done.

So when you hear static and soft hints of breathing next to your head, you think you’re still asleep.

And you don’t have the heart to end the call.

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