bonnie and clyde(s) | pt.ii

You grunted as you helped Hoseok haul Yoongi’s unconscious body onto a beat up gurney, wiping the sweat clinging to your forehead with the back of your hand. You zipped up the black body bag you’d stuffed Yoongi into, in an effort to portray the act of a couple of medics delivering an unfortunate bystander. The back entrance of the morgue smelled of rancid chemicals and waste, making it hard to restrain yourself from gagging. The risk of bringing Yoongi to a morgue located in the heart of downtown whilst he was indisposed was incredibly high, not to mention the building was attached to the police station. You’d almost injured yourself when Hoseok revealed where he’d be taking Yoongi, snapping your neck in his direction so briskly it cramped. There were numerous APBs alerting every cop in neighboring districts to be out in the lookout for the three of you. On one hand, you knew he was sticking it to the cops by encroaching their property right under their noses and on the other, you knew he had his reason for choosing whatever individual was inside the morgue.

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bonnie and clyde(s) | pt. ii

You grunted as you helped Hoseok haul Yoongi’s unconscious body onto a beat up gurney, wiping the sweat clinging to your forehead with the back of your hand. You zipped up the black body bag you’d stuffed Yoongi into, in an effort to portray the act of a couple of medics delivering an unfortunate bystander. The back entrance of the morgue smelled of rancid chemicals and waste, making it hard to restrain yourself from gagging. The risk of bringing Yoongi to a morgue located in the heart of downtown whilst he was indisposed was incredibly high, not to mention the building was attached to the police station. You’d almost injured yourself when Hoseok revealed where he’d be taking Yoongi, snapping your neck in his direction so briskly it cramped. There were numerous APBs alerting every cop in neighboring districts to be out in the lookout for the three of you. On one hand, you knew he was sticking it to the cops by encroaching their property right under their noses and on the other, you knew he had his reason for choosing whatever individual was inside the morgue.

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bonnie and clyde(s) | pt. ii

You grunted as you helped Hoseok haul Yoongi’s unconscious body onto a beat up gurney, wiping the sweat clinging to your forehead with the back of your hand. You zipped up the black body bag you’d stuffed Yoongi into, in an effort to portray the act of a couple of medics delivering an unfortunate bystander. The back entrance of the morgue smelled of rancid chemicals and waste, making it hard to restrain yourself from gagging. The risk of bringing Yoongi to a morgue located in the heart of downtown whilst he was indisposed was incredibly high, not to mention the building was attached to the police station. You’d almost injured yourself when Hoseok revealed where he’d be taking Yoongi, snapping your neck in his direction so briskly it cramped. There were numerous APBs alerting every cop in neighboring districts to be out in the lookout for the three of you. On one hand, you knew he was sticking it to the cops by encroaching their property right under their noses and on the other, you knew he had his reason for choosing whatever individual was inside the morgue.

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bonnie and clyde(s)

⇝ pairing: min yoongi x reader x jung hoseok

⇝ genre: angst, [future] fluff, [future] smut, criminal!au, poly!yoonseok

⇝ warnings: mild cursing, violence, drug use, blood, smut

⇝ word count: 2k

⇝ parts: i | ?

⇝ a/n: this was inspired by the on the run tour theme by beyonce and jay z! i tried to give it a little twist of my own. hopefully, you guys enjoy it!

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cried in desperation.

Her heart was pounding against her rib cage, threatening to leap out of her chest, it thumped loudly in her ears, muffling the world around her. There was an excruciating pain in her head, as if a thousand needles were prickling her head at the same time. Perspiration stuck to her forehead, a small droplet of sweat hanged from the tip of her nose. She wiped it from her nose and saw red. Fuck. The back of her hand was smeared with blood, the sight of it almost ripped a sob from her throat.

There was blood everywhere, it was slowly becoming all she could see. Her white fitted dress pants were morphing into a dark crimson as blood continued to leak out of her partners wound. Everything was coming back to her now, like a role of film flashing in the back of her mind; the money, the motel, the cops, the gun shots, the blood.

They were supposed to have more time, more time to plan, more time to enjoy their victory, more time to…simply, more time. They’d skipped three towns now and there was no way the police could’ve known about their whereabouts unless…no, that couldn’t be. He was dead and didn’t matter anymore. The probability of them being completely safe was slim to none, but still, it was their only chance, it was do or die.

“H—how bad is it?” she heard her partner ask in a broken breath. He was sitting down on a wooden crate, back pressed against a wire fence. His perfectly tailored suit was a wrinkled mess, his tie was undone and his shirt was untucked and bloody. She gently pushed her hand against his temple, mindful of her bloody hands, forcing his head back when he tried to look down at his wounded leg.

“You’ll be fine, you’ve had worse, don’t worry,” she babbled, tenderly cupping his cheek in her left hand while keeping pressure on his injury. “He’ll be here soon and we’ll get you help and you’ll be fine,” she said, like a charlatan, spewing lies left and right for her own benefit. Incognizant to her actions, she wiped Yoongi’s sweaty hair out of his forehead before removing her hands, becoming aware of what she was doing.

Without the proper treatment his wound could get infected or he could simply bleed out and die. There were too many scenarios that resulted in Yoongi’s death given their circumstances. At night, when sleep eluded her, she’d allowed her mind to wonder. Who would be the first one to walk away, who would be the first one to talk, who would be the first one to bite the dust? When she’d visualized the way they’d meet their creator she always imagined it would be caused by a selfless act or old age, she could never make up her mind. They just needed more time.

The pale man’s face was looking disturbingly sallow against her swarthy complexion, eyelids fluttering as they fought to stay open. She could make out the faint veins underneath his transparent dark circles, small stripes of red and blue. This wasn’t looking too good. She licked her dry lips and thought of something to say, something to keep him engaged.

“I hear Spain is real nice this time of year,” she murmured softly, hoping to draw his attention away from the small puddle of blood forming on his left side. He needed help before he bled to death— no, he wasn’t going to die on some dirty fucking alleyway filled with trash and filth, not on her watch.

“Yeah?” he mumbled quietly, it was barely a whisper, but it was something. She kept applying pressure to his wound, not as much blood was coming out but she wasn’t sure if that was good or not. Before they parted ways, Hoseok told her that as long as he didn’t lose more than three pints of blood he would be fine. That would have been solid advice if she knew how much a fucking pint was, fuck.

“Oh yes,” she continued. “perfect weather for swimsuits, mojitos, and poker matches. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Yoongi’s lashes fluttered slowly, he looked the way he did when they were watching a late night movie and he was trying to stay awake, except on this occasion she wasn’t finding his nodding off cute. (Y/N) took his face in both of her hands, giving him a few faint slaps to his left cheek.

“Hey! Hey!” She exclaimed lightly. “Keep your eyes open and look at me Min. I’m gonna need you to put pressure on your wound for me.”

Despite his ill state, the bleeding man in front of her did as he was told, his long thin fingers moved to his thigh, pressing down on the injury. She removed her white suit jacket and shivered as the wind brushed against her bare skin, the thin lingerie one-piece she was wearing did little to shield her from the unfriendly breeze. She extended the material in front of her, “I’m going to wrap this around your wound—“

“I want you and Hoseok to take the money and leave,” The words that left the dying man’s mouth made her pause for a second, she hesitantly turned to him, unsettled by his tone. “You leave and never come back here, you hear me?”

Her distress morphed into anger. Rage quickened her blood. Neck and face heating up at what he was trying to indirectly convey. Snapping out of it she shook her head, choosing to not respond in fear of divulging her true feelings. Her emotions weren’t appropriate given the situation and their line of work, there wasn’t any room for sentiment. She signaled him to remove his hands and furiously fastened the jacket around his wound in a tight knot, ignoring the man’s wince.

Once her jacket was wrapped around the man’s injury, she placed her hands on her lap and eyed her handy work. Her anger was still boiling hot within her at his audacity. What type of woman did he think she was? What type of man did he think Hoseok was? Granted, they hadn’t met in the nicest of places and she didn’t know about Hoseok’s feeling towards them but she knew they shared a rock-steady loyalty. Moreover, it was trust that allowed them to share a bed without harming each other, it was the type of fidelity that only people who had lived their entire lives in the gutter could bother to have. It had to count for something, right?

Although the sound of cars and pedestrians passing by could be heard, they both sat in silence. Neither of them uttered a word for what felt like hours. Tired of the quiet, her mind raced, thinking of ways to fill the void between them, too many unspoken words were housed inside their shared silence, begging to be released but being held back in apprehension. Yoongi placed his larger hand on hers, unwrapping her fingers and interlacing them with his. A low gasp left her throat at his action, her hand tingled. She felt like a school girl holding hands with her crush for the first time, utterly pathetic. The rough callouses of his palm caressed hers, subconsciously, she wondered if Hoseok’s hand would fit just as perfectly, she really hoped it did. Fuck it. Throwing her pride out the window, (Y/N) opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by the small ruckus of hurried steps.

She quickly reached for the back of her pants, retrieving her gun. She adjusted her position and crouched, angling backwards in an attempt to catch a look at whatever idiot decided to cross their path. She cursed at herself internally, they were about to be found out and it was all going to be her fault. This was the exact reason why she didn’t like feelings, they were a distraction, and they interfered with their survival. She needed to get it together.

The piece of metal felt heavy in her hand, her grip was tight and steady. She’d fired a gun before but its weight always unnerved her. The device in her hand could malfunction at any moment, it was a man made machine after all. A damaged cartridge, a dud round, a corroded chamber could all come in between her living another day. Furthermore, such machines invoked a sheltered violence inside men’s hearts; instigating them to push their earthly power. She’d seen men play God thanks to the piece of metal she now possessed between her fingers and it pained her to know that she’d had to play a part in that game now.

Her internal turmoil must have been apparent because Yoongi gave her hand a small squeeze. She turned to face him and their eyes met. He didn’t speak but she understood the look in his eyes. They’d had a good run and if this was their last shared moment, they’d go together. She offered him a nod, projecting all her emotions into her eyes, hoping he could see. They just needed more time.

A contorted shadow came into view, becoming more prominent as it neared the corner. Releasing a heavy sigh, she cocked her gun, a few more steps and it would reach them. The steps became louder, she saw the outline of a man as he stepped out of the darkness, she aimed, one, two—

“Whoah there, princess!” in front of her stood all five foot ten of a clearly suicidal man, arms stretched out in front of him in an inoffensive motion.

“For fuck’s sake, Hoseok!” she swore, was he out of his mind? “I could’ve shot—” (Y/N)’s words died in her throat when she saw his face dull with something she’d never seen in the man’s face before, fear.

Running towards the duo, he kneeled at Yoongi’s side, eyeing his wound. He pinched the bridge of his nose, releasing a rough breath. (Y/N) felt her guts twist as she witnessed Hoseok’s eyes darken with something between anger and remorse.

“Fuck,” he croaked. If she wasn’t seeing him with her own eyes, she would’ve thought he was the one who’d gotten shot. Hearing him speak so quietly made her want to hit something, she retreated her gaze from the two men next to her, unable to look at them any further.

“Enough,” Yoongi commanded gruffly. Shot or not he was still the oldest and it was his job to make sure they were both in their right minds. (Y/N) and Hoseok looked at him, he held their undivided attention, and they were ready to move at his command. “Get me the fuck up from here, I ain’t dying yet, you hear?”

As if drenched in cold water, they both sprung into action. (Y/N) hooked Yoongi’s arm over her shoulder and wrapped her other arm around his waist from one side as Hoseok did the same on the opposite side, hoisting him up.

“The car isn’t far from here,” Hoseok informed. “I managed to lose them right before entering the highway so we’ll have enough time to get you somewhere safe.”

The injured man simply nodded, the last few sentences seemed to have drained his remaining energy. She had so much to say to him, to them, so many things she wanted them to know. As they carried Yoongi to the car she resolved that whatever it was that they shared was too meaningful for her to lose, she’d lost many things in her life but this wasn’t going to be one of them.

The youngest of the bunch seemed to be feeling the same way. His face was hardened in determination and she knew that look. She’d seen it in the faces of the men that played at her table, waiting for her to deliver the card that would complete their flush. His emotions were transcribed all over his face. His squared jaw, drawn brows, and tightened lips foreshadowed danger. It was the look of an apex predator whose territory had been tampered with and was out for revenge.

“You’re going to be fine hyung,” he spoke firmly, “I swear it.”

can we be each other’s company?

⇝ pairing: yoongi x hoseok

⇝ genre: excort!yoongi, very little angst

⇝ rating: swf

⇝ word count: 1.7k

⇝ a/n: hello! it is i, back at it again. this is a one-shot that i wrote a while back and posted on ao3, i figured i should post it on here as well. there are a few minor changes but nothing relevant, i hope you gusy enjoy it!

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be here, it was simply that the act of talking and entertaining people for the sake of money wasn’t what he’d consider an ideal night. He understood what his job entailed the second he signed the contract and at the time it seemed easy enough, but now, he wasn’t so sure. It wasn’t like he could quit at once and start over. People didn’t take lightly to escorts, especially the ones on the other side of the heterosexual agenda.

However, he already had plans for tonight. He’d earned his night and he was planning on relaxing with the help of a bubble bath and Naruto. Yoongi was a fan of all things that smelled good, which was something he was able to indulge in thanks to his job. Scented candles and oils were the main reason his bank account suffered, he’d splurged an uncanny amount of money on them.

Ultimately, he’d made his own bed and now he had to lie in it but he wasn’t sleepy at the moment so he’d refuse to accept it. He stared out at the crowd and wasn’t impressed in the slightest, suit and ties and glasses of champagne were moving all over the floor, all on the move to find a distraction for the night. He sighed, pulled on his choker, and stepped inside the tight room.

Tonight’s event wasn’t anything fancy or righteous, it was a simple event for men to forget about their troubles with a few drinks and if they were lucky enough, get their dick sucked. Yoongi wasn’t one for participating in the extracurricular activities that some of these events offered but he was man enough to say that he’d indulge at least once or twice when he felt rather adventurous.

His target for the night was a well endowed man who was looking for, according to Seokjin, a drinking partner. Yeah right, Yoongi thought as he maneuvered his way through the room. He wasn’t surprised in the least, he usually dealt with mild clients who were only seeking company. He would find them at the bar, slowly ease them into conversation, and with the help of his amazing friends Jack and Daniel, he would turn their lonely night into a relaxing one.

From the little information Seokjin had given him, he was looking for a blonde man named Hoseok. Besides a name and hair color he didn’t have much to go off on and he was annoyed at himself for making his already dreadful job even harder.

He made it to the bar and ordered himself a tonic and gin, grinning slightly at the unintentionally pun. Before hunting down his current assignment he decided it be best to get comfortable and a little loose. He spent a good half hour nurturing his drink and not a single blonde man had made his way into the bar. His growing annoyance was starting to bother him. However, he did notice was a very attractive man with dark hair playing with his drink. The man was wearing a cheetah print suit jacket over an all black outfit that ended with gold dressing shoes. It was a ridiculous outfit for someone to wear but well, beggars can’t be choosers.

Yoongi made his way to the stranger and leaned against the counter. “Though night?” He said as a way of greeting and nodded at the bar stool next to the mans. The man didn’t seem to be bothered nor impressed by his bland pickup line as he turned and started at him for a few seconds. Yoongi felt his hands getting sweaty the longer the gorgeous man stared at him without giving him the go to sit down.

“Something like that,” he said and cocked his head before taking a sip of his drink. “Million dollar deals aren’t as exciting as one would think.” Yoongi could only assume this was the beginning of an hour long work rant so he took it upon himself and took a seat. He was fond of these clients because they were easy to please, small talk and a few drinks later, two months worth of rent was payed in full.

“Ah, yes,” he hummed. He both envied and pitied these type of men. They had enough money to feed half of the worlds population yet that same thought was the reason they couldn’t sleep well at night.

“I take it the reason you dragged yourself into this unethical place has something to do with that million dollar deal?” The man placed his chin on his hand and let out a laugh, “Well, you must be a detective.” Yoongi had to admit he was off his game tonight and decided he was going to humor the man instead of leaving him and his sarcasm to drink all by their lonesome.

“It is one of my many talents,” he countered. This conversation was getting harder by the minute and he blamed it on his lack of alcohol consumption, he called for the bartender and ordered a whiskey. “Make that two and keep them coming.” The man added. Yoongi raised his brows and the man shrugged.

There was a short silence between them as they waited for their drinks. Once they arrived he turned to face the strong jawed man and crossed his legs, his skirt rising an inch above what could be considered appropriate. The man stared at his legs for a second too long before bluntly asking, “You take it or give it?”

Yoongi knew what this man was referring to and didn’t take any offense to his tone. This was a frequently asked question, one that left a heavy weight in his chest whenever it was asked. His usual answer would be a flirtatious suggestion but something about his night being ruined and the man sitting next to him called for honesty.

“Neither,” he offered nodding in the handsome man’s way. The man understood and let out an air full huh. “Then what brings you out tonight? Though night yourself?” His usual work nights consisted on him doing the listening rather than the talking but perhaps tonight he needed the company too.

“I was called in for work on my night off,” he began. “Believe it or not my line of work can be rather…” he struggled for words, “tiring.” When he first began working as an escort, Yoongi liked the concept of it. Going out to nice restaurants, wearing expensive clothes, and drinking free booze all seemed like a dream. But time was passing and Yoongi hadn’t done anything besides that, his nights spent in his apartment painting his toe nails and drinking wine were starting to become meaningless and boring. When he looked at it from afar, five years had passed and he hadn’t made a single friend besides the pizza delivery boy who he had become acquainted with during those boring nights.

“I’ve just been in the same situation for a while now and when I first arrived here I had big plans for myself but I,” he paused and then quietly added, “I don’t know where they went.”

Once the words left his mouth Yoongi felt like punching himself. What hell was wrong with him? Spilling his thoughts to the man that was supposed to pay his rent wasn’t in his job description.

He downed his drink and began rising from his seat. “I-I’m sorry, you’re here for a fun night and I’m ruining it, exc—“

“No, no, no it’s alright,” the man rushed, straightening his posture and reaching for Yoongi. “It’s alright, you feel stuck and want some change. It’s normal, ya know?”

The man looked at Yoongi with a pleading look in his eyes so he sat back down knowing that his clients needs came before his. It had been a while since someone asked about his problems and while this man wasn’t necessarily asking, Yoongi was desperate enough to take it. He hesitantly continued the conversation. “So, what do you know about being stuck?”

“I used to be someone that was held in high regard,” the man said in a mocking tone while spinning his now empty glass. “But upon some unfortunate series of events my credibility took a few hits and was plummeted into non existence. It was all my doing and it’s been hard getting people to respect me and understand that I’m trying to right it.”

Yoongi figured it was related to his work and stared down at his feet. He didn’t have anything to say to the man. It had been a while since he’d felt respected and if he focused hard enough he could still feel his father’s eyes on him as he forcefully told him to pack his things. He sighed and sat in silence until the bartender returned to fill their glasses with the amber liquid.

He took the glass and said, “To forgotten dreams and righting our wrongs.”

The man, lost in thought, smiled and tipped his glass against Yoongi’s before they both downed their drinks. He opened his mouth to say something when his phone began ringing. “Gimme a second,” he said before he retreated to take the call.

As strange as this work encounter had been Yoongi found himself enjoying it for a change. He’d been in a trance these past couple of months and it’d been a while since he’d enjoyed one of his clients. He saw the man approaching him and his grin left his face when he saw the look on his face.

“Sorry, one of my wrongs just called and I have to go. I—I’d like to talk to you again if you’d like,” He said in a rushed breath, looking sheepish. The man looked hopeful and Yoongi was feeling a little too much so he nodded in agreement. “Amazing,” he sighed in relief, “how does Friday sound to you?” Yoongi was so wrapped up in the fact that he was going to be seeing a man on his own terms, not as an assignment but for his own amusement.

“S—sounds great,” he muttered with a small smile.

The tall man looked down at him and smiled, a bright genuine smile. A smile like that doesn’t belong here, he thought.

As the man turned to leave Yoongi realized he didn’t even know his name.

“Wa-wait,” he stuttered. “What’s your name?”

“Hoseok.” The man answered before disappearing.

Guillermo del Toro, El Espinazo del Diablo 

Translation: What is a ghost? A tragedy condemned to repeat itself time and time again? An instant of pain perhaps. Something dead which still seems to be alive. An emotion suspended in time like a blurred photograph, like an insect trapped in amber.

(via jameshobart)

The Grinch (2018)

Adonis, “Celebrating Al-Ma’ari” 

Happiness Will Come To You.

when tho

When You Least Expect It. Probably Late March

reblog for happiness to come for you in late march!

I reblogged this last year and I hung out with blink-182 backstage on March 30. Reblogging again because it worked the first time.

honestly, last year one of the best days of my life happened in late March

when Mitski said “I think my brain is rotting in places, I think my heart is ready to die. I think my body is pulling in pieces, I think my blood is passing me by.”

The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy

I tried to scroll past this. I really did

love like this. | yoonseok

⇝ pairing: yoongi x hoseok

⇝ genre: fluff (at least i hope it is)

⇝ rating: swf

⇝ words: 936

⇝ a/n: hello! this is my first putting my writing out so i hope you guys enjoy it! i am incredibly soft for sope and i will go down with this ship lol

Soft kisses were peppered across his face as Yoongi fought to walk in a straight line through the park. This level of attention was a common thing but he always delighted in it like it was the first time. He wiggled his way out of Hoseok’s tight embrace and giggled when the blonde haired boy let out a playful growl at the loss of contact.

“And where do you think you’re going, huh?” his boyfriend questioned, stopping in his tracks to place his hands on his hips, faux annoyance and playfulness manifesting themselves on his face. Yoongi’s heart raced with excitement, he knew what was coming and he loved it when the taller boy got this way. His whole body vibrating with energy as his brain tried to fathom a not too obvious fake escape route away from his boyfriend’s prying hands.

“Home,” he simply replied. “You know, the place that we live in. The one with the red couch and comfortable bed.”

This was all part of their game. He would pretend to be unfazed by the attention he was receiving and Hoseok would continue to shower him with kisses until he got a reaction out of him, usually a high pitched squeal. When they first started dating he was shy about physical affection. The very thought of holding the blonde boy’s hand sent flames through his loins and butterflies to his stomach but now touching Hoseok was second nature.

Yoongi had always had issues with physical contact. As a little kid he couldn’t play tag like all the other kids could, something about strangers touching him without his permission set his nerves on edge. This had put a dent in his social life when he entered high school. Many people didn’t want to be friends with him because he was reserved and didn’t enjoy games that required others placing their hands on him. It wasn’t much of an issue for him because he didn’t need a lot of friends; only once that understood him.

This all changed when the bright smile bearing boy came into his life. Hoseok was a force of nature that took him by surprise, slowly breaking down the walls around his heart and flooding it with himself, filling him up completely until all he could think of was blonde hair, soft brown eyes, and pink lips. Before he knew it, Yoongi was falling in love. Hoseok made the sky appear a brighter blue, silenced any uninvited thoughts, made his steps lighter, gave him peace of mind and most importantly, loved him.

Loving someone was not only an action but a commitment, a commitment to the person and to oneself. When you declare yourself to the one you love you promise to keep them from harm and aid them in their time of need. That was the basic principle of love, however, for Yoongi it was something much deeper. Deep within his body he felt his heartstrings tug at his every limb every time Hoseok carried him to their bedroom after he passed out on the couch, he felt it every time food was delivered to his studio late at night without him ordering it, he felt it every time his lips touched the younger boys tender ones.

He knew Hoseok was his once in a lifetime and he’d be dammed if he threw it away. That’s why Yoongi took a chance on love and bared himself completely to the dancer, he relinquished his fears and jumped with open arms and no expectations. And here they were, two years later, walking to their shared apartment hand in hand, sort of. There wasn’t anything more genuine and raw than the love he felt for the younger boy, Hoseok was imprinted into his very bones and Yoongi’s heart nearly broke at the thought of finding someone as special as him. Never in a million years did he think he was going to find someone that understood him and loved him flaws and all.

“It was inevitable,” his mother had told him the night he’d taken Hoseok home. “Almost like breathing.”

He was so engrossed by his thoughts that he failed to see the small frown forming on his partners face. He was brought back to the real world when firm soft hands cupped his face gently. His vision cleared and his breath hitched when he saw dark brown orbs staring right at him. The blonde boy was gorgeous, high cheekbones, straight nose, and the softest lips he’d ever had the pleasure of kissing. A true beauty, he thought.

“Hyung?” his lover softly breathed. “Hey, where’d you go?”

“Nowhere,” he murmured, shaking his head slightly. “Nowhere you couldn’t follow.”

Yoongi watched in awe as the boy’s eyes filled up with fondness, a small rosiness spreading across his cheeks. Making Hobi blush was his favorite hobby, he enjoyed coating his words with sugar and slowly feeding them to him. The act itself would have made him gag prior to dating Hobi but now he understood. He understood why people did dumb things for love because sometimes he’d find himself doing them. Like waking up thirty minutes earlier so he could drive five miles to a donut shop, knowing very well there were about three shops near their apartment that made passable donuts. He could practically hear the other boy’s voice in his head, they melt in your tongue, hyung.

“T—that’s good to hear,” the boy let out, leaning down to press a chaste kiss on his forehead. He slid his hands into Hobi’s larger ones and interlaced their fingers together. “Let’s go home.”

love like this. | yoonseok

⇝ pairing: yoongi x hoseok

⇝ genre: fluff (at least i hope it is)

⇝ rating: swf

⇝ words: 936

⇝ a/n: hello! this is my first putting my writing out so i hope you guys enjoy it! i am incredibly soft for sope and i will go down with this ship lol

Soft kisses were peppered across his face as Yoongi fought to walk in a straight line through the park. This level of attention was a common thing but he always delighted in it like it was the first time. He wiggled his way out of Hoseok’s tight embrace and giggled when the blonde haired boy let out a playful growl at the loss of contact.

“And where do you think you’re going, huh?” his boyfriend questioned, stopping in his tracks to place his hands on his hips, faux annoyance and playfulness manifesting themselves on his face. Yoongi’s heart raced with excitement, he knew what was coming and he loved it when the taller boy got this way. His whole body vibrating with energy as his brain tried to fathom a not too obvious fake escape route away from his boyfriend’s prying hands.

“Home,” he simply replied. “You know, the place that we live in. The one with the red couch and comfortable bed.”

This was all part of their game. He would pretend to be unfazed by the attention he was receiving and Hoseok would continue to shower him with kisses until he got a reaction out of him, usually a high pitched squeal. When they first started dating he was shy about physical affection. The very thought of holding the blonde boy’s hand sent flames through his loins and butterflies to his stomach but now touching Hoseok was second nature.

Yoongi had always had issues with physical contact. As a little kid he couldn’t play tag like all the other kids could, something about strangers touching him without his permission set his nerves on edge. This had put a dent in his social life when he entered high school. Many people didn’t want to be friends with him because he was reserved and didn’t enjoy games that required others placing their hands on him. It wasn’t much of an issue for him because he didn’t need a lot of friends; only once that understood him.

This all changed when the bright smile bearing boy came into his life. Hoseok was a force of nature that took him by surprise, slowly breaking down the walls around his heart and flooding it with himself, filling him up completely until all he could think of was blonde hair, soft brown eyes, and pink lips. Before he knew it, Yoongi was falling in love. Hoseok made the sky appear a brighter blue, silenced any uninvited thoughts, made his steps lighter, gave him peace of mind and most importantly, loved him.

Loving someone was not only an action but a commitment, a commitment to the person and to oneself. When you declare yourself to the one you love you promise to keep them from harm and aid them in their time of need. That was the basic principle of love, however, for Yoongi it was something much deeper. Deep within his body he felt his heartstrings tug at his every limb every time Hoseok carried him to their bedroom after he passed out on the couch, he felt it every time food was delivered to his studio late at night without him ordering it, he felt it every time his lips touched the younger boys tender ones.

He knew Hoseok was his once in a lifetime and he’d be dammed if he threw it away. That’s why Yoongi took a chance on love and bared himself completely to the dancer, he relinquished his fears and jumped with open arms and no expectations. And here they were, two years later, walking to their shared apartment hand in hand, sort of. There wasn’t anything more genuine and raw than the love he felt for the younger boy, Hoseok was imprinted into his very bones and Yoongi’s heart nearly broke at the thought of finding someone as special as him. Never in a million years did he think he was going to find someone that understood him and loved him flaws and all.

“It was inevitable,” his mother had told him the night he’d taken Hoseok home. “Almost like breathing.”

He was so engrossed by his thoughts that he failed to see the small frown forming on his partners face. He was brought back to the real world when firm soft hands cupped his face gently. His vision cleared and his breath hitched when he saw dark brown orbs staring right at him. The blonde boy was gorgeous, high cheekbones, straight nose, and the softest lips he’d ever had the pleasure of kissing. A true beauty, he thought.

“Hyung?” his lover softly breathed. “Hey, where’d you go?”

“Nowhere,” he murmured, shaking his head slightly. “Nowhere you couldn’t follow.”

Yoongi watched in awe as the boy’s eyes filled up with fondness, a small rosiness spreading across his cheeks. Making Hobi blush was his favorite hobby, he enjoyed coating his words with sugar and slowly feeding them to him. The act itself would have made him gag prior to dating Hobi but now he understood. He understood why people did dumb things for love because sometimes he’d find himself doing them. Like waking up thirty minutes earlier so he could drive five miles to a donut shop, knowing very well there were about three shops near their apartment that made passable donuts. He could practically hear the other boy’s voice in his head, they melt in your tongue, hyung.

“T—that’s good to hear,” the boy let out, leaning down to press a chaste kiss on his forehead. He slid his hands into Hobi’s larger ones and interlaced their fingers together. “Let’s go home.”

love like this. | yoonseok

⇝ pairing: yoongi x hoseok

⇝ genre: fluff (at least i hope it is)

⇝ rating: swf

⇝ words: 906

⇝ a/n: hello! this is my first putting my writing out so i hope you guys enjoy it! i am incredibly soft for sope and i will go down with this ship lol

Soft kisses were peppered across his face as Yoongi fought to walk in a straight line through the park. This level of attention was a common thing but he always delighted in it like it was the first time. He wiggled his way out of Hoseok’s tight embrace and giggled when the blonde haired boy let out a playful growl at the loss of contact.

“And where do you think you’re going, huh?” his boyfriend questioned, stopping in his tracks to place his hands on his hips, faux annoyance and playfulness manifesting themselves on his face. Yoongi’s heart raced with excitement, he knew what was coming and he loved it when the taller boy got this way. His whole body vibrating with energy as his brain tried to fathom a not too obvious fake escape route away from his boyfriend’s prying hands.

“Home,” he simply replied. “You know, the place that we live in. The one with the red couch and comfortable bed.”

This was all part of their game. He would pretend to be unfazed by the attention he was receiving and Hoseok would continue to shower him with kisses until he got a reaction out of him, usually a high pitched squeal. When they first started dating he was shy about physical affection. The very thought of holding the blonde boy’s hand sent flames through his loins and butterflies to his stomach but now touching Hoseok was second nature.

Yoongi had always had issues with physical contact. As a little kid he couldn’t play tag like all the other kids could, something about strangers touching him without his permission set his nerves on edge. This had put a dent in his social life when he entered high school. Many people didn’t want to be friends with him because he was reserved and didn’t enjoy games that required others placing their hands on him. It wasn’t much of an issue for him because he didn’t need a lot of friends; only once that understood him.

This all changed when the bright smile bearing boy came into his life. Hoseok was a force of nature that took him by surprise, slowly breaking down the walls around his heart and flooding it with himself, filling him up completely until all he could think of was blonde hair, soft brown eyes, and pink lips. Before he knew it, Yoongi was falling in love. Hoseok made the sky appear a brighter blue, silenced any uninvited thoughts, made his steps lighter, gave him peace of mind and most importantly, loved him.

Loving someone was not only an action but a commitment, a commitment to the person and to oneself. When you declare yourself to the one you love you promise to keep them from harm and aid them in their time of need. That was the basic principle of love, however, for Yoongi it was something much deeper. Deep within his body he felt his heartstrings tug at his every limb every time Hoseok carried him to their bedroom after he passed out on the couch, he felt it every time food was delivered to his studio late at night without him ordering it, he felt it every time his lips touched the younger boys tender ones.

He knew Hoseok was his once in a lifetime and he’d be dammed if he threw it away. That’s why Yoongi took a chance on love and bared himself completely to the dancer, he relinquished his fears and jumped with open arms and no expectations. And here they were, two years later, walking to their shared apartment hand in hand, sort of. There wasn’t anything more genuine and raw than the love he felt for the younger boy, Hoseok was imprinted into his very bones and Yoongi’s heart nearly broke at the thought of finding someone as special as him. Never in a million years did he think he was going to find someone that understood him and loved him flaws and all.

“It was inevitable,” his mother had told him the night he’d taken Hoseok home. “Almost like breathing.”

He was so engrossed by his thoughts that he failed to see the small frown forming on his partners face. He was brought back to the real world when firm soft hands cupped his face gently. His vision cleared and his breath hitched when he saw dark brown orbs staring right at him. The blonde boy was gorgeous, high cheekbones, straight nose, and the softest lips he’d ever had the pleasure of kissing. A true beauty, he thought.

“Hyung?” his lover softly breathed. “Hey, where’d you go?”

“Nowhere,” he murmured, shaking his head slightly. “Nowhere you couldn’t follow.”

Yoongi watched in awe as the boy’s eyes filled up with fondness, a small rosiness spreading across his cheeks. Making Hobi blush was his favorite hobby, he enjoyed coating his words with sugar and slowly feeding them to him. The act itself would have made him gag prior to dating Hobi but now he understood. He understood why people did dumb things for love because sometimes he’d find himself doing them. Like waking up thirty minutes earlier so he could drive five miles to a donut shop, knowing very well there were about three shops near their apartment that made passable donuts. He could practically hear the other boy’s voice in his head, they melt in your tongue, hyung.

“T—that’s good to hear,” the boy let out, leaning down to press a chaste kiss on his forehead. He slid his hands into Hobi’s larger ones and interlaced their fingers together. “Let’s go home.”

Teach Me Dirty (m)

➤ Summary: Taehyung has a lot to teach his English teacher. Fortunately for him, you’re an eager and willing pupil.

➤ Taehyung x Reader

➤ Warnings: Oppa Kink, Unprotected Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Urethral Stimulation, Squirting, Fingering, Creampie, Pregnancy Risk(?)

➤ Word Count: 2.9k

➤ A/n: This is something I wrote a long while back, recently made some changes and decided to put it up. If the writing looks weird, then its probably because some parts were written more than a year ago. Also wrap it before you tap it please. Enjoy :D

Your feet moved fast on the pavement, breath laboured as you rushed past the pedestrians on the busy footpath. For the first time you were late for your tutoring session.

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