SVT Meme Generator

S. Coups: “If I make this 3 pointer (in basketball) you gotta give me a lollipop.” *misses, asks for a retry, makes it a second time* “Alright give me three lollipops.”

Jeonghan: “Who’s your daddy now bitch >:D”

Joshua: “WHY WOULD YOU MAKE PLANS ON SUNDAY MORNING YOU KNOW I HAVE CHURCH THAT DAY!”

Jun: “Write it in sharpie. One day, I will dress up as a tree and I’ll be the sexiest fucking tree you’ve ever seen. Just you wait.”

Hoshi: “I’m thinking of doing my project on…. John Cena.” (actually does their project on John Cena)

Wonwoo: “Is there a gardening club?” *finds out there is* “:O I’m just wondering so I can steal from them later on.” (didn’t join the gardening club but does in fact steal from them)

Woozi: *plays the guitar during free period, someone asks where they got the guitar from* “Hell if I know.”

DK: “Please give me more memes. They are my only life support.”

Mingyu: *tries to solve a rubik’s cube* “HELP. I’VE FOUND SOMETHING I CAN’T DO.”

The8: “I didn’t come all the way from China to hear you give me a grammar lesson. I came here so that the teacher can do that.”

Seungkwan: “If I had to choose between meat and my boyfriend… That’s a really hard decision actually. Oh my God. Why is this so hard?!” *contemplates her love for her boyfriend*

Vernon: “Listen. Tupac is NOT dead. There are some valid reasons and one of them is that it was all just a set up. He’s in Cuba right now. ”

Dino: “You guys are older than me but somehow you are all so stupid.” *they say while simultaneously managing to fail math*

A/N: Spot the one I said XD This was fun to make. I saw someone do this before and thought it’d be cool to do it too. Credits to that person.

itsamejin

Originally posted by sugagifs

Prompt: “I don’t regret being with you, if that’s what you’re thinking.” + “You’re going to leave me. Again.”

Warning: heavy angst, cursing, yoongi is a dick

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Requested by: @kajjafeeluv6066​

Word Count: 972 words

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When the air is tense and your breaths are bated. When you’re afraid to speak but too angry to stay quiet. That’s when you want to hate him, but know that you don’t.

You sit on the lonesome bed, Yoongi’s back facing you as he taps his foot annoyingly on the carpeted floor. It hurts for you to say anything. It’s frustrating for him to even look at you. 

“I don’t understand where this is coming from,” you start, voice close to crumbling. “We were fine yesterday-”

“Well we’re not fine today,” he interrupts, turning around to meet your eyes. There was a certain coldness in his- one that felt too familiar nowadays. How they stare at you emptily when you beg for him to stay- you know it all too well.

You feel the prick of tears behind your eyelids, threatening to spill over any second.

“And I don’t think we’ll be fine tomorrow either,“ he continues, disregarding the pain in your expression by walking past you. You wonder if he knows the weight of his words.

You attempt to swallow back the sadness, trying to appear stronger than you actually are. He goes over to his side of the closet, perfectly untouched and so separated from your clothes. He takes things out one by one, reaching over to a duffle bag on the top to stuff everything in.

“Tell me what I did,” you beg, reaching out for the sleeve of his shirt. “Tell me and I’ll fix it.”

It was concerning how you gripped onto him as if your life depended on him. Yoongi didn’t like the sight of it- didn’t like the sight of desperation.

“There’s just too much going on,” he purses his lips. You’re too much.

“So much I’ve been missing out on,” he continues.  Yoongi tries to formulate a believable enough excuse for you to get your hands off him, but the words he spews out are venomous- toxic enough to kill you.

“Too much I’ve regretted.”

You bite back the tears, afraid that if you lash out then he’ll walk out of your life. Again. 

He loosens your grip on him and takes a step back. Yoongi doesn’t know why it doesn’t hurt to see you broken, doesn’t know why it feels more relieving to argue than make up.

"What did I do Yoongi?” you ask, lips quivering. “What did I do?”

“Nothing,” he replies coldly, “Nothing ever happens in our relationship.”

Yoongi sees the tears start to fall down your cheeks and for a brief second he thinks he’s gone too far, but he knows he hasn’t. You’re still standing in front of him, mumbling for forgiveness as if he wasn’t the one that inflicted all your pain. He sighs out of frustration or annoyance- whichever was more akin to the guilt that started to crawl up his chest. 

“I don’t regret being with you if that’s what you’re thinking,” he says straightforwardly. “But I regret choosing to stay when I shouldn’t have.”

Your patience was running thin.

“You’re not even willing to try,” you wail, pushing yourself off the bed to stand in front of him. “You’re never willing to do anything.”

Yoongi cringes. Isn’t that all the two of you have been doing? Try? When can he be happy without it having to be so out of reach?

"There’s nothing left to save [Y/N],” he sighs. “I’m unhappy and pretty soon you will be too.”

“You have no right to assume how I’m going to feel,” you cry, attempting to get closer to him but he just walks past you and onto to the living room.

“And you have no right to stop me from leaving,” he grumbles. 

You scream as you follow him, punching his back repeatedly in hopes that he could feel the pain that you were feeling too. He turns around swiftly and grabs your wrists, urging you to calm down, but you were past that point by now. 

“You asshole,” you cry, “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you-”

He pushes you off him gently. This constant game of push and pull. He was sick of it, so sick of having to act like he cared when he didn’t.

“If you hate me,” he says lowly, “Then just let me leave.”

Your crying stops and so does your heart momentarily. You let your hands gradually come to your side as you stare at him with tear-stained cheeks. No indication of remorse was on his face. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

You purse your lips, ready to yell again, but deciding against it. He had looked so bored, so disconnected with the argument- like none of this affected him in the way it affected you. 

You purse your lips. Maybe you should’ve seen this coming. It’s happened before- how could you fool yourself into thinking that history would never repeat itself?

“Are you done throwing a tantrum?” he asks mockingly.

He grabs a coat on top of the dresser and spares you a meaningless glance before opening the door.

He pauses when you grab the back of his shirt.

“Why?” It comes out as a croak, your voice forbidding you to speak normally. “Please. This time…  just tell me why.”

He turns back and heaves out a soft sigh. Yoongi looks at you directly.

“I wanted to love you [Y/N],” he says, sucking in a deep breath. “But I know deep down that I don’t.”

An impregnable silence falls between you two and you swear you could hear your heart crack in the middle of it all. Nothing could save you now, nothing could heal the sadness that overtook your entire body.

“You’re going to leave me,” you whimper. “Again.”

He smiles sadly at you.

“I’m sorry,” he says as he closes the door behind him. “I am.”

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A/N: I’m gonna start posting the small stuff before I get into the bigger one shots. Hope y’all like this lil short thing i came up with. The last few weeks have been really busy for me so I’m eternally sorry for the lack of content! Let me know if you liked this drabble and how you feel about it :>

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