Girlfriends

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yoongi liking strong men pt. 2658

FLOWERS IN YOUR HAIR

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Pairing: Yoongi x fem reader

Word count: 840

Note: Another drabble that’s a product of me staying up late a couple nights ago lol. Also my first BTS drabble on Tumblr! How exciting! I thought my first BTS imagine here would be a repost from Wattpad but I got hit with 2 AM inspiration and wrote something new!

The warm and gentle breeze gently caressed your skin, sending strands of your hair floating errantly about. The outdoor conditions were perfectly ideal; from the puffy clouds that graciously covered the sun from time to time to give you a break from its bright rays to the comfortable temperature that was neither too hot nor too cold. In your lap lied Yoongi, your boyfriend, whom you hadn't been able to spend much time with lately due to his hectic schedule. Then again, what could you expect from dating a member of the world's biggest K-pop group?

His long, raven hair was splayed across your thighs as he lie completely motionless, his eyes closed while he enjoyed the comfortable breeze. Though the vast and spacious park you were at was stunning and overlooked the river, your gaze was fixed on Yoongi and the way his dark lashes rested delicately on his round cheeks. Gosh, he was perfect. He had the cutest button nose and the prettiest pink lips that were soft as silk and as plush as pillows. Just looking at them brought fond memories to the forefront of your mind. Memories of Yoongi showering your neck with a lavish amount of kisses or placing his pliant lips to your shoulder in the early morning (or afternoon) hours to wake you up from a blissful sleep.

Your hand moved on its own accord up to the crown of Yoongi's head where you gingerly combed your nails through his hair, gently grazing his scalp. His closed eyelids fluttered while he released a long sigh at your delicate and loving ministrations. Seeing his positive reaction, you continued to brush through his hair with your fingers, gliding them through the shiny strands that felt like ribbons between your digits. When Yoongi first started growing his hair out, you showered him in praises and compliments, never letting a day go by where you didn't tell him how much you adored the longer length on him. Playing with his hair became a regular occurrence and when it was long enough to be pulled back in a ponytail, you spent a few nights tying his locks up into pigtails for fun.

"I love your hair." The sentence slipped past your lips without another thought.

Yoongi's signature raspy chuckle reached your ears before a quiet, "I know. You tell me that almost every day."

"That's because I love it so much." You told him, spotting a dainty, nearby white flower sticking up from the grass.

Plucking the blossom from the ground, you tucked it into your boyfriend's hair, smiling softly to yourself. He didn't seem to notice, so you picked another one, and another, and another.

You had successfully placed six flowers into Yoongi's hair when he spoke up.

"Baby, what are you doing?" His deep voice rumbled lowly from below you.

"Nothing." You murmured, discreetly slipping one more blossom into his hair.

You always thought it was impossible for Yoongi to be any more ethereal than he already was, however, seeing him right now, you were proved wrong. The tiny, white flowers contrasted with his black hair, sitting prettily about his head, making him look like a fairy.

Deciding he needed just one more flower, you leaned over slightly to snag another bloom from the ground, sliding the thin stem into his hair. Yoongi flinched slightly at the ticklish sensation on his scalp.

"Seriously. What are you doing?" He inquired with a light chortle, bringing one of his hands up to his hair, his brows furrowing when he felt the delicate petals against his palm.

"Ah, Yoongi!" You huffed. "At least let me get a picture first before you ruin it."

"Are those flowers?"

"Yes." You moved his hand away, fishing your phone from your back pocket. "Now close your eyes again. I wanna take a picture."

"Why?" He chuckled, doing as you said while he spoke.

"Because you're pretty."

Yoongi fought back a smile, trying his best to keep his composure while you snapped photos. He couldn't ignore the way his heart swelled with an immense feeling of adoration for you. There was never a moment where you weren't complimenting him or making sure he knew just how much he meant to you and how lucky you were to have him in your life. Though he's always felt that it was the other way around. If he didn't have you, he would probably lose him mind. Especially since you were often there for him when he was feeling overwhelmed from work or frustrated from lack of inspiration.

"Okay." You smiled. "Done."

"How do they look?"

"Like lock screen material."

"Lemme see."

Presenting your phone, you allowed Yoongi to scroll through the ten or so pictures you took of him. He smiled softly to himself before handing your phone back.

"My pretty boy." You gushed, tracing down the bridge of his nose.

Yoongi took hold of your hand, pulling it to his lips where he placed a kiss to the back of it.

"My pretty girl."

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pretty baby

BABY, I CARE FOR YOU.

➞ pair: yoongi x f reader

➞ genre: sickfic, best friends to potential lovers (who knows?), fluffy fluff, yoongi being the best bff you could ever ask for, I miss him so much.

➞ synopsis: where the reader is sick and her bff is always there for the rescue.

➞ warnings: none.

➞ A/N: another request by @parkjennykim, who used 'she/her' pronouns in the req so I used those accordingly. This was fun to write. I hope you enjoy it :)

PS. readers, remember my reqs are still open for now. you can go ahead and send some (read pinned post if u haven't yet, tho).

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the bag you've been carrying all day slipped off of your shoulder as soon as you pushed the door to your apartment open and stepped in. not bothering to pick it up, you remove your shoes and leave them somewhere near the entrance and take a deep breath through the nose.

your body was having a party that day. muscles and head aching like crazy, throat bleeding as it burned with a ticklish feeling that lingered for hours and bringing out coughing fits from your chest every few minutes, legs barely holding you up and an annoyingly runny nose, you're sure the skin around it is red and raw from how you've been rubbing at it with tissues all day. not to forget the fact that you were freezing to death even though the heaters were doing their work in the flat more than enough.

“Mom is finally home!” A loud squeal came rushing from down the hall. You raised your head with some difficulty to see your best friend approaching you with your cat, Leo, in his arms and a wide smile adorning his face. He stopped in his tracks and frowned, however, as soon as he noticed your scowling expression and bloodshot eyes.

“Woah, you look so not happy right now.” he commented.

“What are you doing here, Yoongi?” Though your expression softened as you spoke, your voice still held a wince the more uncomfortable the light bulb became to your squinted eyes.

“You didn’t answer my calls or even texts, so I just decided to come over myself.” he explained, then eyed you up with knitted brows and a barely noticeable pout on his cherry red lips, “are you okay?”

“My head and body are killing me. I’m going to sleep. You can stay as much as you like, just feed Leo before you leave, plea-." A couple of sneezes cut your sentence off. The action stabbed daggers into your already throbbing brain; so painful that your eyes teared up and you squeezed your hands around your skull to try and control the waves of shock that hit you all of a sudden.

“Wait,” Yoongi put Leo on the floor and walked towards you. the back of his hand felt like a soft, warm blanket wrapped up around your body on a cold, snowy night as it rested on your forehead, so you closed your eyes and hummed in satisfaction.

“You’re so hot.” he grimaced at the heat that bit his skin, and when he noticed how you smirked mischievously with your eyes still closed shut, he whined, “don’t!”

“I’m not doing anything!” Your tongue felt numb as you blinked your eyes open and smiled at him.

“Come, you need to take a warm bath and eat something.” his fingers gently wrapped around your wrist, slowly pulling towards the bathroom.

"Your hands are always warm. I like that a lot." you whispered, absent-mindedly eying the way he was soothingly caressing the skin under his thumb.

“Are you going to bathe me?” his cheeks warmed up at the question you blurted so suddenly, but the way you were slurring your words implied that none of the things you were rambling about were intentional. the fever really took its toll on your brain.

“Go do your thing, and I'm going to make you something warm to eat.” he bit his lower lip and pointed towards the bathroom, leaving to start doing his task in the kitchen.

"The walls are spinning around me!" You whimpered as soon as you entered your room, wet hair wrapped up in a towel, a fluffy, warm hoodie swallowing your torso and a pair of sweatpants. Yoongi, who was sitting on your bed, immediately fixed his gaze on you with a small smile. you could spot your favorite pair of socks laying beside him on the bed sheets, and your heart skipped a beat or two at how thoughtful that small gesture alone was.

"I'm sorry. let me just blow dry your hair, and then you can eat." he apologized, pointing at the hair dryer he'd been holding in his hand and patting the empty spot next to him.

"You're spoiling me today." You complained, but still obediently sat besides your sweet friend.

"You're sick, I'm taking care of you." he replied matter-of-factly.

you murmured a small 'thank you' before he gently started taking the wet towel off your head, then started carefully drying your hair.

When you stepped into the kitchen, you found Yoongi setting plates, along with utensils on the small table located by the wall. his eyes landed on you as soon as your painful-sounding coughs announced your arrival.

“Feeling any better?” his brows rose worriedly, and his gaze followed your hunched up body as it walked and took a seat.

“kind of. thanks for the food.” You offered a genuine smile despite all the tiredness washing over your limbs. he nodded knowingly.

“Here, take these when you finish eating.” He put a tablet right next to your bowl and sat across from you, digging into his own plate as well.

After a while, you decided to break the comfortable silence when your eyes fell upon the clock hanging just above the door frame, “You have work tomorrow, and it’s getting late. you should probably go.”

“I know you’re a jackass and you’d sleep on an empty stomach if you wanted to, even when you’re sick.” he muttered so casually it almost made you giggle if it weren't for the guilt of forcing him to stay taking over your mind.

“That’s not right!” You started to argue but hissed when your head reminded you that it still got a tornado going on inside of it as it throbbed even harder.

“Stop talking and eat!” he scolded, and you wordlessly complied.

"I'm not leaving until you're tucked into bed and fast asleep," he added in a stern tone after a small pause, making you grin weakly and stuff your face with another spoonful of soup.

"Are you feeling any better?" Once again, yoongi asked after pulling the duvet over your chin. he chose to sit right by your side, on the floor and with his back facing you.

you replied with a muffled hum, barely audible as you were busy gratefully enjoying the softness of your comforter with closed eyes. it felt as though it had some kind of magic that absorbed all the aching tension in your body, allowing you to finally heave a sigh in relief after such a long, tiring day.

"Where's Leo?" you asked.

"probably napping somewhere after his meal."

"You fed him?"

"Of course I did. I'm not like you, forgetting my cat as soon as I get sick." he smirked teasingly.

"I didn't! I knew you were gonna stay, and I trusted you, like I always do." Your voice was only getting weaker and weaker, sleepy as you fought a battle against sleep just to answer your cheeky best friend.

Yoongi only smiled, glancing at you with tinted cheeks. he allowed his gaze to linger just a tad bit more on your closed eyes, nose poking out above the fuzzy blanket and shoulders ever so faintly shivering as the fever still clung onto you. he found the sight so endearing, he chuckled quietly and sighed, "Good to know you do."

"'m so 'ired." You slurred.

"Sleep, darling. I'm right here." was the last thing you heard him say ever so gently before surrendering your powers and drifting into a deep slumber.

Yoongi kept observing as you slept for a while before standing up. He bent down to press one soft kiss on your cheek and another one on your forehead, then walked out of the room with extra efforts not to make any noise and disturb your peaceful night when it had just started.

"Mom is sleeping. Let's hang out in the living room, hmm?" He picked up the fluffy cat that came running towards him as soon as he saw the door opening and kissed his head. heading towards the living room with a small smile on his face.