away from the sun

↳ soulmate au 

◇ pairing: taehyung | reader ◇ genre: fluff and soft angst ◇ word count: 20.409 ◇ warnings: none ◇ author’s note: this story involved a whole lot of research involving many topics (read on if you want to find out hehe). I tried to represent them in the best way I could, but there are probably a few inaccuracies, so I apologize in advance for that. anyway, this is just another long plot with a bit of cheese on the side. please enjoy :) 

Once every five years, when the June solstice arrives and graces the sky with the midnight sun, a comet dashes by.

It is more than just a blinking light that moves at an unhinged speed. According to what you’ve heard, it looks like it stills in the middle of the vastness of space, and its tail flickers and shimmies in long tendrils of vibrant colors full of meaning — a subtle force that speaks to the humans who look up to the stars and set their eyes on the glowing meteorite, unique but just as intense for every single gaze. It speaks of soulmates and fate, of heavy truths and indelible bonds.

Each person sees a different pool of colors. You’ve heard more than a thousand stories, of people who saw the colors of the fireplace and others who were seized by the soothing hues of woodland during dawn. You’ve read about colors that go from the red blush of a beach beneath the sunset to the ivory traces of a wintry hill covered in thick snow. The colors do not give them the name of their soulmates, but once they find their other half, they will see those rich tones reflected in their lover’s eyes.

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back-burner | myg

PAIRING. min yoongi x reader

GENRE. sister's best friend!au, best friend to lovers!au, sorta frenemies?to lovers!au, angst, *slow burn*, smut, fluff

WARNINGS. one-sided pining (?), longing, sibling jealousy, insecurities, miscommunication, family trauma (it's not as bad as it sounds!!!), explicit language, eventual smut, eventual fluff, MAJOR ANGST, sexual harassment, mentions of poor mental health, alcohol as a coping mechanism (minor), mentions of poor health, neglecting one's health [warnings to be added!!!]

STATUS completed

A masterpiece!!!🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

back-burner | myg

PAIRING. min yoongi x reader

GENRE. sister's best friend!au, best friend to lovers!au, sorta frenemies?to lovers!au, angst, *slow burn*, smut, fluff

WARNINGS. one-sided pining (?), longing, sibling jealousy, insecurities, miscommunication, family trauma (it's not as bad as it sounds!!!), explicit language, eventual smut, eventual fluff, MAJOR ANGST, sexual harassment, mentions of poor mental health, alcohol as a coping mechanism (minor), mentions of poor health, neglecting one's health [warnings to be added!!!]

STATUS completed

OKAY HERE WE GO GIRL. JUST FOR YOU. COME AND GET IT.

@libtastic

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be back. Just a sec."

You curse under your breath as the loud voices of the men's basketball team interrupt your reading, and let out a heavy sigh, as you push your glasses up onto your forehead and rub your aching temples with your finger tips.

The sight of the star basketball player sliding into the seat across from you doesn't help the mounting headache in the slightest.

He's sweaty, and his dark hair is pushed back from his slick forehead, as he sets his basketball down onto the picnic table, shuffling some of your papers out of their perfectly aligned spots.

"Hey. (Y/N)." He says, slightly breathless from the practice he has just left, and you focus on readjusting your messed up papers instead of looking at his bare arms peeking out from his damp tank top.

"What do you want, Min?" You sniff out primly, turning your eyes back down to your book, and the page you've attempted to read over and over in the last few minutes. "I'm busy."

He snatches the book out of your hands and you let out a cry of protest, as he shoots you a serious look, dark eyes wide. "And this will only take a minute."

You cross your arms over your chest and glare at him. "Fine. Your time starts now."

He darts a gaze back toward his friends, still shooting balls into the hoops across the park effortlessly, and it's his turn to sigh, as he leans toward you, chin resting on the basketball. "Listen, my parents are going to be in town this weekend."

You instantly shake your head at his words. "No. No way."

He groans and throws his head back, raking fingers through black, damp hair, and you almost-almost-pity him for a moment. "C'mon, (Y/N). I covered your stupid mathlete tournament fee when you were desperate. You owe me."

You wince at his words, but are instantly back on the defensive, reaching out and snatching your book from his fingers, as you shoot him the fiercest glare you can muster. "I owe you $20, not a day of pretending to be your girlfriend to get your parents off your back."

"Min! Come on!"

"Yeah yeah! I'm coming!" Yoongi waves back at the boys calling to him impatiently at the court, as he shoots you one more desperate gaze, standing from the bench, basketball spinning effortlessly on his finger as he stares you down.

Dammit. That trick was stupid. He was stupid.

You slammed your book down on the table and waved your finger sternly in his direction. "Fine. I will do this one thing for you. But then we're even."

He grins at you, all pink gums and white teeth, and you have to hide your face in your book to stop him from seeing you blush-no, flush with anger, that's what it is-as he turns on his heel and starts to jog back toward the court.

"Thanks, (Y/N). You won't regret it." He calls over his shoulder, and you instantly sink into your seat.

Oh yes you will.

******

And you do regret it-standing next to Min Yoongi a few days later on the doorstep of an overly fancy restaurant, toes pinched into your sister's heels-waiting to meet his parents as his "girlfriend."

Although, you do have to admit that he looks super hot when he's not in his basketball gear, daring a glance in his direction as he reaches for the door beside you.

He looks hot in his basketball uniform, but this is a different hot-all dressed up in a suit and tie, hair slicked back, looking oddly uncomfortable and not at all the cocky Min Yoongi you know from the school basketball games.

Without thinking, you lean over and sniff his cologne briefly, because the Yoongi you're used to smells of sweat and the basketball court and some odd scent of man musk.

He smells like pine tonight.

You meet his gaze, and he's looking at you with a strange glint in his eye, hand stilled on the doorknob to the restaurant.

"Did you just sniff me?" He asks curiously, and your face is instantly heating up, as you break his gaze and reach for the doorknob yourself, pushing his hand away as you push inside ahead of him.

"Shut up. Let's just get this over with."

*****

Yoongi's parents are nice.

The evening isn't as difficult as you thought it would be, the chatter is easy going and constantly flowing, and by the time dessert is served, you're pretty sure you've completely won over his mom, and his dad seems like he's warming up.

"So, (Y/N)." Yoongi's mom says, taking a bite of her cake, as she chews and looks at you thoughtfully. "Yoongi says you're studying to become a teacher?"

You glance over to Yoongi, who sits beside you, and you have to admit, his arm draped over the back of your chair, fingers just barely brushing your upper arm, feels and looks totally natural.

He's good at this.

"He told you that?" You ask, not able to keep the genuine surprise out of your tone, as something warms the pit of your stomach.

He remembered what you were studying? Why?

Yoongi clears his throat beside you, and when you look at him, you're sure you're mistaken, but he almost looks like he's blushing.

"Mom." He rubs at the back of his neck, and you realize, without thinking, that you recognize that as his nervous tell.

His mom laughs, taking a sip of her wine. "Oh honey, don't be embarrassed." She leans across to you, and whispers loudly with a twinkle in her eye, "He talks about you constantly."

Once again, you're caught off guard, and now you're sure you're both blushing.

"Would you excuse us for second?" Yoongi grates out, and you're surprised to feel his fingers close around your own as he tugs you from the table and around the corner, out of sight of his parents.

"You talk about me, Min?" You ask slyly, unable to keep the smirk off your face as you stare at him, watching as he shifts from one foot to the other and reaches up to rub the back of his neck once more.

"Shut up." He snipes back, but there's no bite, and you grin even wider.

Suddenly, you both seem to realize that he hasn't released your hand.

He lets go of your fingers abruptly, and the spaces between your own itch, suddenly cold from the loss of his warmth.

"Do you take constructive criticism?" He mutters beneath his breath, glancing over your shoulder and around the corner to check on his parents, still waiting on the two of you.

"Not without crying." You quip back dryly, still tickled that he's uncomfortable and that he talks about you-a lot, according to his mom.

"Don't cry." He hastens, letting out a long sigh, as he holds his hands up as if in defeat. "But I need you to tone down the charm just a bit. You're my fake girlfriend, remember? And I'm pretty sure my parents already like you better than they like me."

You grin up at him sweetly, looping your arm through his as you pull him back toward the table and his waiting parents.

"Well, since you talk about me all the time, we may have to discuss the whole fake terms of our agreement after dinner is over."

He glances down at you in surprise, and dammit, he's super cute.

Min Yoongi might be more than just the star of the basketball team after all.

"What, you want to discuss it not being fake?" He chokes out, and this time, you're sure he's blushing.

You shrug. "All I'm saying is, your mom loves me, Min. And you do owe me."

The gloves

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x reader.

Summary: what happens when you love stealing your boyfrien's gloves, but you still don't want him to catch a cold?

A/N: I feel like this imagine turned to be a little too long... Hope it doesn't bore you though! :))

Winter had finally arrived in Seoul. As much as you loved Christmas season, it was an established fact that you weren't that good handling the cold weather. Another established fact was that you loved stealing Yoongi's clothes. Not only his hoodies or sweaters, but also his beanies, scarfs and gloves. Specially his gloves.

180330 remade

Serendipity Jimin is powerful in so many levels 

BE TRACKS 

click for hq / don’t steal / don’t claim as your own

lmao hes such a mood