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He’s so adorable 🥰☀️
Hey I’m a new army (of a few months) and I would love to make some friends on here!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOONGIIII! 💜💜💜
(5/6)
Another SUGA fanart for SUGA day 2021! 💜✨
(4/6)
Drawing Countdown for Suga Day! 💜💜💜
✒️Gouache on WC Pad ✨
(3/6)
Jin: I thought I told you to watch them???
Yoongi: I did
Jin: oh really? *Points to an injured Maknae line*
Yoongi: yeah, I watched them jump off the roof
Jungkook: hyung, in a hypothetical situation, what do you do if you ran over a cat?
Jin: YOU RAN OVER THE NEIGHBORS CAT???
Taehyung: *runs inside* YOONGI HYUNG IS LYING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD UNCONCIOUS
Jin: YOU RAN OVER YOONGI
Jungkook: I was asking in a hypothetical sense, Yoongi hyung's just napping
Yoongi: hey there, I've missed you
Jimin: oh so now you talk to me?
Yoongi: *looks away from wine glass* did you say something?
Jimin: . . . .
Hello everyone! Nice to meet y'all...This is my new account! I deleted the last one. BTS and ARMY, fighting!😍💜💜💜💜💜
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Him - Yoongi OneShot
Yikes so i didnt post for a while but here i am. with something i was suppose to post AGES ago. enjoy~
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His platinum hair blew with the wind. Swaying where ever the wind goes. Feet bare, roaming around the field. Taking the green, soft grass and unlucky flowers under the milky skin of his foot. You were busy, doing what you loved to do. Baking. Also tending to your needs, but something about him just plus you towards. How his hands gracefully sway with the rhythm of the breeze. The way he moves, becoming part of the scenery set before you. He leaves at sun down exactly, coming back the next day at noon. Exactly. All the time, he never missed a day. Never late by a minute. Yet you never get tired of seeing him peacefully becoming one with the flowers and the butterflies. No, he was stealing the attention from them.
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You were tired of the city life, packing your belongings you started fresh, setting foot in the beautiful country side three years ago. Not too far but just far enough. You loved it here, so did your parents. They visited you here and there and gushed on how brave you were in ditching the city life for a life where you can be independent, all on your own. No yelling, no commotion, no smoke and no stress. Just you and nature.
You spent most of your days tending the animals and did what you loved the most, baking. With fresh ingredients right at your fingertips, you have no worries for chemicals. You were baking more than ever. You would spend hours baking like an incurable disease. Until he came along, dancing with the butterflies. Something about his platinum locks, creamy skin and soft features piqued your interest. You always caught yourself staring. Your face went hot everytime like he caught you himself.
Noon rolled around and exactly at that time he strolled in sight. You parted from your oven every now and then to take a peak. Still, in the end, your bad "habit" returned. Your eyes were glued on him. The chances you thought would be one in a billion, he turned to face you. Eyes meeting, your heart fluttered, your palms sweat. You felt hot as if lava was oozing through you. Your eyes locked which felt like light years. He abruptly turned, his silky strands flying after him. "Wha-" you squeaked "what's you name?" You managed to yell. Again, he looked at you but this time with a faint but visible smirk on his face. He turned around starting to walk off.
"Find out"
His platinum hair disappearing as he got farther away then out of sight. You squinted as you mentally challenged him. "Oh, I will" you said to no one but yourself, grinning "I will.". You turned around seeing the gray and black smoke coming from the oven. That's when the scent of brunt goodies "graced" your nostrils. "Ah, Shi-taki mushrooms, dammit" you cursed at yourself in frustration as you hurriedly ran to turn the oven off. The next morning was like any other morning. The sky was blue, with clouds like a perfectly painted picture. Along with the birds who laughed and sang, using the sky as their playground. You? You were doing the usual, baking. Everything was normal but something felt different. It was noon and the field was empty, no signs of the platinum haired boy. You took no notice as you thought something interfered with his journey here, so you took no mind. Two hours had passed, far passed noon and still no signs. Worry crept in your mind which kept you glancing every few seconds in hopes he will appear. You tried to distract yourself by focusing on the cake you were baking, luckily it was working. Not for long though, thirty minutes later, no signs of him. Overwhelmed with worry and curiosity, you took off your mittens, throwing them on the counter. Making sure to turn the oven off before you slipped on your flats to venture outside. Greeted by the cool breeze that spun with your dress and danced with your hair. You strolled around places you thought he might be. From the stream to the hills, there was no signs of him. After a while you grew tired and gave up. You bitterly walked near the little woodland forest not too far from home. Looking at the ground as you walked you sighed, disappointed.
You heard someone humming a melody.
You stopped in your tracks.You turned you head to the source. It was coming from in the forest. Your legs started moving towards the sound as if it was attracted to it. The more you walked and moved tree branches out your way, the more you stepped over roots. The louder the humming got. In no time you arrived at a pond. It glistened and shone with beauty, accompanied by who you were looking for.
Pit Patter Pitter
Was the sound of 'him' throwing stones into the pond, creating ripples with every skip. You tried to get closer, you wanted to get closer.
SNAP
The humming stopped and both heads looked at the ground. A twig, that you stepped on. You cringed and mentally faced palmed. "Y/N you idiot, you just had to be quiet and you did the opposite" you silently cursed at yourself, squeezing your eyes shut. You opened your eyes to be met with an iceberg, his eyes. Chills went down your spine, it was looking at a statue, stone cold. He turned around around as if he was looking at nothing. He continued to skip stones as if you weren't there. "U-um e-excuse me" you said, just to get silence in return. "Excuse me" you said more confidently.
Pit Patter Pitter
You shuffled beside him, sitting down and opened your mouth to speak again.
"Stalker"
It felt like a brick dropped on your head. "You actually stalked me all the way here" he said. You blinked taken aback. "W-what?" You raised your voice. "O-of course I didn't! I just happen to hear humming. Kinda ignoring the fact that I was looking for you in the first place but-! That's not important! I just followed your humming and saw you here. Either way! You told me to find out your name so there, I wasn't stalking you!" You rambled, trying to defend yourself. You looked at him, who was looking at you lost. Few seconds pasted and his mouth turned into a grin then he burst into laughter. "What's so funny!?" You whined. He got up, brushing his hair back "I was just joking, Jesus". You looked at him, who was still collecting himself. "Your mouth was moving like a propellor" he wheezed, mocking how you were speaking a while ago.
He doubled over, laughing even harder. He clutched his stomach shaking from laughter. "H-hey!" You yelled and turned to hit him but he was too quick. He moved away before you can get him still wiping tears from his eyes. You folded your arms and glared a him, waiting to see when he will ever be done laughing. After a while he looked up at you with a genuine smile and wiped a sole tear from his eye. He tilted his head "You're funny, what's your name?". "Y/N" you replied, clearly still upset. "Ok ok, I'm sorry" he apologized. You looked down not knowing if you should accept his apology or not. You heard the crunching of grass getting louder and louder until it stopped and a pair of milky white feet were standing right beside you. Looking up, you see him looking at you with he most breathtaking smile and his eyes twinkling with all its beauty. Holding out his hand for you to take, suddenly it seemed that the area looked so much brighter. As if on command the went blew, gushing through his hair.
"Yoongi, my name is Yoongi" Yoongi.. The one who always stole your attention, Yoongi
Build A Boyfriend - Yoongi
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you were a famous music producer known for your unique beats and music style
you made it clear that you werent interested in a relationship yet you felt a bit lonely inside
but that never stopped you and you always put the thought of finding a s/o to the side
but this day OHOHOHO THIS CERTAIN DAY
you were doing the usual, writing and producing songs for your new album when dead smack in the middle of producing a virus just popped up out of no where
DUN DUN DUN
you unleashed a bucket full of curse words you potty mouth
you tried to get rid of the virus but it just redirected you to some website
you scanned the website with your eyes and was like wtf??
“Build your very own boyfriend! Get started here!”
you was like wtf x2
but you was lowkey curious and your heart fluttered out of excitement?
cause woahoho build a boyfriend?
you kinda just calmed yourself cause you was like this isnt real BUT HONEY IT ISSSS and just started to answer the questions they asked you, the first one being ‘Whats your Name’
you answered them all with a smile on your face lmao
you wanted him to be able to produce music like you, so you can have someone to relate to
and have a very cute smile, a gummy smile to be specific
we all know how cute yoongi’s smile is dont argue with me on its
it came to the part where you had to decide his name, you typed in Yoongi
so after a while you realized you spent freakin 3 hours on this
who knew you wanted so much in a person-
but you were kinda sad it was over and just got back to working
you woke up the next day on your freaking producer chair and youre sore-
cause who in freak sleeps with their head flinged back wts
you got up to stretch and walked out of your producing room and to the kitchen (yes there is a room specifically to make your music in the house)
dING dONG
you looked at the door and at your watch (its 12:46) and youre like what i slept that late-
you hoped that i wasnt your friend coming to scold you for sleeping in-
and it wasnt-
IT WAS SOME DUDE and he was attractive
you squinted your eyes at him like wot.
he did a little smirk and just handed you a single white rose that you didnt notice before cause you were too focused on his beauty
you took it and was like
huh
you were processing a bit like an attractive dude at my door giving my a bouquet, at my apartment, iN PUBLIC
THE PAPARAZZI AFIOAFOFAB
you grabbed him and pulled him in and he was like !?!?!
you shut the door behind you and locked it
“wow are you kidnapping me now”
you looked at him like he was crazy “nO IM NOT, wHO aRe yOU”
he shoved his hands in his pocket “Wow you dont even know your own boyfriend’s name? Yoongi, remember you made me?” he shook his head in disappointment
you blinked a few times and went OOoOooOoOoo tHE WEBSITE WAS REAL
“well yea” he plopped himself on your sofa and reached for your lyric book open on the table
and your like WOAH PRIVATE PROPERTY
he read it anyways
he asked for a pencil and you just shuffled for one and gave it to him
he started to erase some words and you were like aLARMED but didnt do anything a just watched nervously
he place it back on the table and you hurriedly looked at it and your eyes BEAMED cause the lyrics you were struggling to write he wrote it was ease
AND YOU WERE VERY HAPPY AND JUST WIBFAIFB
gave him a freaking hug
“YOUR THE DAMN BEST”
and he did that gummy smile and your eyes just fluttered, he tried to hide it though
you were like no regrets
you two kinda just sat down and talked about music for hours and you felt an instant connection
probably cause you made him
you allowed him into your producing room cAUSE HEY HE IS YOUR BOYFRIEND NOW
and he just showered you with compliments and you felt great-
the whole day went by with you and him talking
LOVE IS IN THE AIRRRRR
the next day you woke up to you two cuddling on the couch-
and A LOT of notification and to your HORROR, someone managed to get photos of him at your door and you dragging him inside
“Possible love interest?” the article read
and it was getting shared everywhere and you started to freak out cause WHAT WILL YOUR BOSS THINK
he woke up next you like whats the matter?
you told him everything and he just smirked and you were like
WHATS SO FREAKING FUNNY
“Come on, its not big of a deal, if that was me, i would confess my love for you to the world without any regrets, its not a crime to love”
your heart fluttered for like the hundredth time like whats with him and his suave ways wtf mannn
you just smiled like yea, your right.
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✧✧Wandering Eyes✧✧
MIN YOONGI X READER
A night at the frat house leaves you wanting more from the mysterious man who somehow has a way with words. From tequila shooters to shooting stars, Min Yoongi has all the knowledge... and the charm.
⚠️ Warnings: swearing, mentions of drugs and alcohol, sexual innuendos, basically anything that you would see at a college frat party ⚠️
The speakers were blaring that all too familiar but never comforting music that you'd grown so used to being in and out of frat parties. Knowing the guys came with its perks; occasional free alcohol and admittance to private parties. However, this Euphoria themed event was not sitting right with you. Sure, you had dressed up with your blue lace romper and glitter under the eyes to match, but you still felt solemn inside. Unfulfilled. Taking another shooter off the counter, you hurriedly downed the taste of tequila and prepared to lose yourself in the music that you didn't listen to.
Reaching the middle of the floor, you bump into someone who had been dancing with their friends. Tall, honey-skinned, and dark hair, his look was complete with his taste of fashion. The shirt he chose to leave whichever dorm he was staying in was very mesh and very see through. His chest has been glitterfied just as everything else at the party and his eyeliner perfectly shaped his almond eyes.
"Hey," he said, voice deep and concerned, "You okay?"
However, the music was still too loud to make out anything this man before you was saying. Everything was starting to become a blur you realized as the alcohol finally hit and made its way through your system, intoxicating your body and your mind. This wasn’t your first drink of the night, that was for sure as you were trying your hardest not to pay attention to the wandering thoughts in the back of your mind. Trauma from your past had started to resurface and it felt as though the night sky fell on your chest, collapsing your lungs between the Earth and infinity. It was all too much for you to handle, a song timed just perfectly in the shower to make you remember those nights spent alone in your room and the smell of your blankets bringing back the nostalgia of it all. Being a freshman was still new and the invigorating feeling of being on your own was something you had grown to love. However, you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering back down the path to the way things used to be and the troubles you had.
It wasn’t something that could fully be expressed which was the worst part. It was those little things that led to a 10:00pm breakdown, sure, but it would sound unimportant if phrased to someone as you dopped all your feelings. They would see it as nothing more than on overreaction on your part and would shame you for not being stronger in their heads even if they weren’t brave enough to say it out loud. So, the solution to everyone’s problem was for you to leave the uncomfortable dorm you resided in and do what you do best. Cope.
“I’m fine.” You slurred out, still aware of your surroundings although they had taken on a hazier feel. Your limbs started to feel heavy but you continued to lose yourself in the beat of what you assumed was The Spins by Mac Miller. Frat Boy Favorite.
“Are you sure? You look a little tired.” The guy said, voice laced with concern. It was almost aggravating how eager he was to seem like your Prince Charming.
“I don’t want to sleep with you.” You said bluntly, as you moved away from him, taking another swig of a beer you don’t remember paying for at the bar table. You don’t even like beer.
The lights started to change color and you assumed that meant Jungkook was messing with the remote again. A tall and somewhat lanky guy, he was one that you didn’t expect to join the frat as quickly as he did. He seemed more like the nerdy gamer type and that’s exactly what he was until he had worn a sweatshirt which read “Take Yo’ Panties Off” and the guys asked him to join the next day. His story of pledging was the funniest to you out of the rest of the guys and he was the newest recruit as well as one other whom you had yet to meet.
The other guys within the frat, Namjoon and Seokjin were the oldest. They were both seniors and had a very particular way of doing things. Namjoon was tough on the other guys as he wanted them to embrace traditional procedures and to respect one another. Seokjin was less traditional and more modern. He knew people didn’t join frats for the brotherhood, they joined to drink and he made sure that fun was always #1 priority of the guys. As one could see, they butted heads quite often but everyone had fun in the end.
Jimin and Taehyung were Juniors. Jimin was the absolute fuckboy and he prided himself on that fact. Bright pink hair and studded jackets, he drove the girls (and the guys) absolutely wild, each one of their crushes on him somehow continuing to exist knowing they were only a one-night stand. He was seductive with his entrancing eyes and he could persuade any random person off the street into bed with him if he so desired.
Taehyung wasn’t as crazy as his counterpart, but he was also on the fuckboy scale. Big puppy dog eyes and the sluttiest outfits a man could wear (and he wore them to class, they were not exclusive to parties) he also knew how to use his good looks to his advantage. He and Jimin would write lists for the week to see how many notches they could get under their belt and would compete against each other for the highest. It disgusted you, yes, but they were your friends.
Hoseok was the happy drunk. The brother that was always at parties to drink and to have the best time imaginable. He was usually the one that worked the DJ and would play his favorite tunes as he stood atop one of the chairs in the corner of the room and pointed at the mob of dancing people below, trying to encourage them to sing along with him. Hobi was your favorite. Definitely. He also gave the best hugs.
Sitting at the minibar, you toy around with your red solo cup, dragging your finger along the indentations and counting the individual dots. When you lost count, you would start from one again and would quietly scold yourself for not remembering if you were on twenty-eight or twenty-nine. You were thankful that the Euphoria party allowed for you to cry and it would be on theme and not an actual issue. The glitter tears were complimented by wandering eyes and not addressed as a problem to the people who approached you about it.
“I love your makeup.’” Great, another guy who can’t take the hint. The seat next to you filled with an average sized male in a blue button-up and platinum blonde hair. It was definitely dyed but it was a good look for him, you thought. His smile was gummy and sweet and had a summery vibe to it, like it was a smile only few people got to witness at a time and he was sharing it with you, a stranger who was unbeknownst to anything of his lifestyle. His eyes crinkled at the corners and you could see his attempt at guyliner and a little glitter; he was definitely not the experienced with makeup type. He held a Vodka Cranberry in his left hand and a phone in his right with black nails painted so perfectly you could see your reflection in them. Something about him struck you as the type of person who was actually quite interested in what it was you had to say, and not someone who was desperate to get laid this October evening.
“Thanks, I’m glad I could show off my skills with the same makeup everyone else is wearing.” You said sarcastically, hoping he was the joking type so this upcoming conversation wouldn’t be too painful to have.
“It definitely looks better on you than it does on me, I think.” He said, asking one of the guys for another beer. Namjoon was on bar duty tonight and he gave you a knowing glance as if to say, “I know this guy is your type, but if something happens let me know.”
“Nonsense. I like it.” You said, sending Namjoon the “I’m okay” eyes.
After a couple of moments, it seemed as though your compliment would be the end of the conversation. Blondie had his drink and the music started playing another upbeat tune from Hobi’s interesting collection of songs. The bass could be felt through the floorboards as you stood up to go to dance again. But, as you were about to head out, you were tapped on the shoulder by the boy from before who was now standing up and motioning towards the speakers.
“My name is Yoongi, by the way. I would love to dance with you if that’s okay?” He phrased it as a question so as not to make you feel cornered into a decision you didn’t want to make. This one was definitely a keeper.
“(Y/N). Try to keep up.”
The lights then changed to red and the song’s pace quickened. The dance floor became rabid with Hobi’s choice of playlist and as the tempo became faster, the drinks were downed in the same manner. You were feeling really good now as you let the blackness swallow you whole and allow you to feel free. No worries. No assignments. No drama. Nothing.
Nothing but you and Yoongi.
It was almost astonishing how terrible he was at dancing. You weren’t too great yourself, but you were able to sway to some rhythm whereas Yoongi looked like a baby deer caught in the headlights. He gave it his all though and that’s what counted in your mind. Besides, it was kinda cute.
Your eyes flitted to every area of the room, making sure you were aware of your surroundings in case this conversation went south. Jimin was body rolling next to the same guy who you’d talk to earlier and you figured it would be the better choice for him since you weren’t really interested in one-night stands. Hobi was still dancing and upon noticing your gaze starts to point at you and drunkenly mouth the lyrics to Midnight City by M83. He sent you a smile and crouched down to the table below him, reaching for the infamous Pickle Borg (a pickle jar filled with vodka). Jungkook was over by the beer pong table playing flipcup and trying not to let his bucket hat fall off while he took shot after shot with Seokjin. Namjoon was still at the bar watching over everything but side eyeing the drinks he wasn’t allowed to have being the bartender. Taehyung was probably in the smoke room.
Just then, Jungkook walked over to the two of you in his drunken state with that stupidly overpriced pink sweatshirt with the panties saying. He had spilled beer all down the front of it and his shoes were sticky with the residue of whatever concoction he had out of the funnel the guys bring out for the newcomers. Seokjin was bringing out said funnel once more which conveniently was a traffic cone they stole off the side of the street. Grimacing, you wondered what the inside of it looked like considering the boys hardly ever cleaned the Frat House.
Jungkook put his arm around Yoongi and laughed as he stumbled towards the wall, leaning on the platinum-haired boy for support. “You drinking from the funnel, man?” He asked.
“Jungkook,” you said, curious as to why he would offer since you both know the rules, “that’s exclusive to frat members?”
“It is,” Seokjin piped in with the funnel in hand and a bottle of Cracken stuffed in his back jeans pocket, “Yoongi is one of the new recruits.”
And then it hit you as to why he was so nice. Why he hadn’t tried to make a move on you when you were in front of Namjoon. He was friends with the guys. Or would be, anyways.
“Oh.” Was all you said before the funnel was placed above Yoongi’s head while he crouched down to his knees to make it easier for Seokjin to hold it. Jungkook was tasked with pouring since he was too drunk to hold anything and he took the Cracken out from his friend’s back pocket and unscrewed the top off, taking a swig himself before he poured it. He held the side of it with his pinky finger and balanced the glass on his arm as he drank the proper way before he took the rest of it and dumped in into the cone.
Yoongi’s mouth wrapped around the bottom part of the funnel as his adam’s apple bobbed up and down with every swig he took. Even while drinking he looked beautiful and you didn’t know if you thought that because you had a genuine interest in the guy or if it was because you hung out at the frat every night. He didn’t spill a drop as the funnel slowly emptied and before any time had passed, he was up in the air back on his feet with arms outstretched in victory, Jungkook hugging him at his side and laughing with him.
Yoongi stumbled a bit over to you as he leaned and whispered in your ear; alcohol coating his breath and making his words sound sickly sweet.
“That skill of mine carries over to the bedroom, you know.”
Your knees felt weak as you took in the weight of his words. He winked before turning back to Jungkook who was offering him another shooter. You told yourself that the kind of forgetting you needed to do tonight would be fixed by the alcohol and nothing more; you would not allow yourself to sleep with any guy no matter how drunk you were. But he was really pretty. And he did insinuate romantic attraction first.
You were eighteen. Who gives a shit anyways?
“Prove it.” You said as you watched him smile, grabbing his wrist and leading him up the dark stairs towards an unoccupied bedroom.