what if taehyung did a cover of hozier haha just kidding.....unless.....

me waking up: I hope namjoon is happy

me eating: i hope namjoon is happy

me studying: i hope namjoon is happy

me trying to sleep: i hope namjoon is happy

yeah he's cute but is he min yoongi?

*during sex*

me: hurt me

them: you'll never be friends with namjoon

me: what-

them: you will never have deep conversations with him about life

me: please stop

oh my

No More // Min Yoongi

Summary: You and Yoongi relationship as always been strong. You both have been through thick and thin. However, the stress of not seeing him for long periods has made you reach your breaking point...

Min Yoongi x Reader

Angst, Drabble

Words: 1,854

Warning: Swear words!

A/N; Hey everyone! I was feeling a bit low and thought it would be a good idea to vent out my feelings writing. I hope you enjoy this drabble!

There was no denying it anymore. You had reached your breaking point. You knew you couldn’t go on like this. No matter how hard you tried to convince yourself, it was too unbearable. you were no longer happy.

You closed your suitcase stuffed with your belongings. While it appeared a simple task, your heart ached. You and his bedroom look almost empty. You had placed only one picture of him in your suitcase. Min Yoongi was not going to be a part of your life anymore.

You knew it wasn’t his fault. Yoongi wouldn’t have done anything to make you upset. It was his job. Months at a time you would be alone in the apartment. While he made a commitment to call you every night it wasn’t fulfilling enough. Due to time zones, you would be awake at 4am waiting for his call, desperate to hear his deep voice. The sound of your phone ringing always made your heart leap with relief.

"I miss you so much ____" he would whisper into the phone. You would say it back quieter as it almost felt painful to say.

When he would get back, you would be waiting at the airport to see him arrive back. When you both finally make eye contact after one or two months you couldn’t help but smile. He would grin back like an idiot then proceed to run to you and hug you. In those moments nothing else existed, just you and him. When you both drove back home, your hand would be intertwined with his. His thumb would always trace around the skin of your hand. A small detail but one you treasured. At home, you both would collapse on the couch. Your legs would lace with his and his head rested next to yours. Here, you two would lay for hours watching whatever was on TV. You knew he was exhausted and you respected that. During these times, he would always be affectionate. There was never a time you both were together and not touching each other in some way. It was almost a way of making up for the times when both unable to physically be there with each other. You craved these moments.

On few occasions, he would decide you both needed to get out of the house. Going out would sometimes involve getting a coffee, going to the cinema or eating at a restaurant. His ever-growing fame restricted both of you going into public places. You didn't care however, as long as Yoongi was with you everything seemed perfect. As you both would walk hand in hand, he would always lean into you and whisper softly, "I'm completely in love with you ____." This words along with him gripping your hand tighter made all the worries vanish.

But your breaking point was reached. Pressure was building up in you like a volcano. Rumours were flying about your and his relationship. While he always told you to ignore what people write it was hard to overlook it. It had been too long since you last seen him. His daily phone calls turned into weekly phone calls then slowly resulting in a month without hearing from him. Endless nights spent crying resulted in your final decision. You knew there was no reason to continue the relationship you had with Yoongi.

You wanted to tell him in person. Not through a phone with terrible signal. When he texted you if you were picking him up at the airport and you responded with a plain "no" gave a darkening warning sign to Yoongi.

The sound of keys unlocking your apartment door pulled you out of your thoughts. Your heart had begun to sink down in your body.

"____?" Yoongi whispered releasing the silence that was in the apartment. Him only calling your name was tempting enough to change your mind. But you knew you had to stay firm to your decision.

You walked out of your kitchen and turned into the hall where the front door was located. As soon as his eyes meet yours, he knew what exactly was happening. His thoughts were confirmed true when his eyes travelled down to meet your suitcase. He gently placed his bag on the floor not daring to take his eyes off you. For a minute either of you didn't say a word. Both of you were processing what was happening. You swore to yourself if he said anything you would break down in tears.

"Was it me?" He questioned quietly.

You shook your head breaking eye contact with him. You couldn't look at his expression he had.

"You were everything I loved" You said looking down at your shoes, "It was me."

Yoongi's shoulders slouched down with dread. His mouth was opened but no sound came out of it.

"I will be staying at my friend’s apartment until I find another place to stay", you explained, "If I have something of yours that you want back just let-"

"I'm sorry" He said cutting you off.

You swallowed hard, "Yoongi, you did nothing wrong. There is no need to apologize."

"Yes I do" he says more louder. He steps towards you and before you could step away his hands were cupping yours.

"I'm the worst. I haven't been talking to you since I left. I haven't even made an effort. You've been left alone here constantly while I go and have the time of my life. You sit and wait for my stupid phone calls every night. I'm surrounded by my dreams while you sit and watch. Holy fuck ____, I can't even take my own girlfriend out on a date. I'm so sorry ____. Please forgive me!"

While he was spilling all his feelings out, you looked down at the ground. You couldn't face him. At that moment you didn't know what to do.

"Please _____" He pleaded gripping your hands tighter. "Look at me!" "____, I need you to see me."

Your tears were now appearing. You shook your head aggressively. His pleads kept hitting your heart. Before you could think, you realised you could hear him crying. Your eyes immediately shot up to him. His bloodshot eyes meet yours again. He cupped your face with his large hands so you couldn't look anywhere but at him.

"____ listen" he sniffled, "You have made me so happy. You are the only person in this world that has never failed to make me smile. I have never had any feelings like this for anyone before. Your voice can make my whole day. Don't you see what you do to me? You have taught me how I can fall in love. But now I don't think I fall in love with anyone else. Please don't ever think I took you and your love for granted _____."

You sobbed quietly. Just as you always did, your arms stretched around his waist and buried your face into his chest. His hand rested on the back of your head and one on the small of your back to pull you closer to him. Your sense of smell was more sensitive and you took in the scent of his cologne. It was as if your senses were aware this would be the last time you would be in his arms. You just wanted to stay like this.

"Nothing will change Yoongi" You pulled away from him. "I'm still leaving".

His body was frozen. His eyes transfixed on your face, looking for any hope. There was no point. You weren't backing down from your decision. It would benefit you and him.

You gripped your suitcase. You gave him one last look. Taking in every bit of detail of him. You leaned in and kissed him soft as ever on his lips.

"I'll always love you"

You nodded at his words. Your eyes just stared at the door and you went and gripped it open. Giving him one last glance, he stood staring at you. You smiled at him and shut the door gently. You had officially left your boyfriend.

That night your friend's spare bed seemed too big for only you. Everything has changed. Your tears soaked the pillow as you relived all your memories with him one last time.

Goodbye for now Min Yoongi...

Bringing back this video of Jungkook doing a double take of Jin's handsomeness

My handsome boy

Low quality pictures of a high quality man

Low quality photos of a high quality man

The boyfriend outfit

BTS Masterlist (needs updating)

(M) - Mature

❤  - Fluff

▲ - Angst

Kim Seokjin

Min Yoongi 

Jung Hoseok 

Kim Namjoon

Park Jimin 

Kim Taehyung 

Jeon Jungkook 

Gucci Boy - Taehyung Imagine

You’re my kind of woman

My, oh my, what a girl

You're my kind of woman

And I'm down on my hands and knees

Begging you please, baby, show me your world

Words: 1615

After spraying your perfume on your neck, you placed it back in your snake-designed bag, walking out of the shopping mall bathroom.  It was a normal winter day in New York City, you were off work today and decided to treat yourself to some shopping after a stressful week. The shops were packed as everyone rushed to purchase their Christmas gifts. You watched as you saw couples walking hand in hand and they stared into each other’s eyes as they talked. You tried not to be jealous but it was difficult. You just broke up with your boyfriend a couple of weeks ago and you were still struggling to adapt to the single life especially around Christmas time. As you walked around the shops the Christmas music began to ache your head. Frustrated you spotted your favourite shop, Gucci. You smirked to yourself as its logo gleamed down at you. You were lucky to have a successful job here in New York that paid you well enough to live a life of luxuries, one of them buying Gucci clothes.

A smile crept across your face as you walked into the doors, a warm heat overwhelming you. The store was covered in marble and gold, colourful clothes hanged elegantly around the room. The slightest noise of jazz music filled the room which you could hear perfectly as no one seemed to be in the shop. You gave a smile to a staff working here and began to walk around the store. Your eyes caught on a beautiful blue shirt. It was the exact one you seen in your favourite magazine. It was a blue shirt along with the famous snake design on the collar. You smiled down at it as you searched for your size. Just as you were about to grab the shirt’s hanger the doors of the door slid open. Your eyes moved to the noise and you stopped whatever you were doing to stare at him.

He stood towering over the staff member. His longs fingers clutched onto his Gucci bag and his mouth smiled to the staff member. His face was the most beautiful thing you have ever saw. His glowing tan skin and loving eyes made your mouth hung low. He was dressed like a model, his black trousers structured his long legs perfectly and his oversized shirt made his shoulder appear wider. You had to force yourself to straighten up. You felt like a school girl with a crush. Your eyes focused back on the blue shirt trying your best to ignore the nameless boy. Suddenly a lady appeared next to you smiling widely.

“Excuse me miss, do you wish to try this on?”, she questioned.

“Yes please”, you nodded handing her the article of clothing. She gestured to follow her up the glamour stairs. The room was filled with luxurious changing rooms while the soft jazz musical rang throughout the room. The walls of the room were just mirrors which showed your reflection. The lady held her hand out towards a changing room. You thanked her and stepped into the changing room closing the door behind you.  

You quickly had the shirt on, content that it fitted you perfectly. However, as you looked around the changing room there seemed to be no mirror. You sighed but remembered the mirror covered walls outside. You opened your door and walked out to get closer to the mirror but your eyes caught something else in the mirror. In the large mirror you could see him, he was staring right back at you through the mirror as well. Your eyes turned away from his reflection to look at his actual self. Your eyes travelled down to his shirt. It was the exact same as yours. It seemed like he did the same to you as when you looked back up he was looking back at you. Both of you gave each other a light chuckle to avoid awkwardness as you felt your cheeks turn a shade of pink.

You broke the eye contact and turned back to face your reflection. You turned your body in different ways in front of the mirror as you decide if it was worth spending so much money on it. As you were adjusting the collar you were noticing you kept hearing groans and sighs. Curiosity overcame you and you sneaked a glance over at the man. His face was screwed up in annoyance as he was struggling to tie his tie on. You bit your lip to avoid letting a laugh leave your mouth as you enjoyed his struggle. As you looked back at yourself in the mirror ready to go back to the changing room you heard him speak up.

“Excuse me”, the raspy voice spoke up, “Can you help me with this?”

His finger pointed to the messy tie and his checks were noticeably red. You smiled at his defeat with the inanimate object. You nodded and walked over to him. Your hands lifted up to his neck undoing his tie. Noticing about much you needed to stretch your arms he took a step closer to you. At this point, you could smell his cologne, a rich but sweet smell entered your nose. Trying your best to ignore it you put your hands around his neck to wrap the tie around it. You focused your attention on tying his tie but it was the most difficult thing you ever did. You could feel his eyes gazing at your face and you couldn’t hold in your blush.

“I’m Kim Taehyung”, he says, his voice like silk.

You said your name to him as a smirk spread across his face. “It’s a beautiful name”, Taehyung replies. Just as you thought your face couldn’t get any redder. You finished up tying up the tie around his neck and removed your hands away from him. Taehyung turned to the mirror, debating if the tie was worth the money. He turned back to you and struck a goofy pose. You immediately let out a laugh admiring his humour.

“I love it Taehyung”, you said, a goofy smile spreading across your face.

“I think I’m going to buy it”, he says admiring himself in the mirror. You nodded and turned away to walk back to your changing room until Taehyung spoke up again.

“(Y/N), thank you again, so much”, he stated, a boxy smile appeared on his face.

You smiled and welcomed him and continued back into the changing room.

You arrived at the checkout with the shirt. As the lady scanned the clothing you felt a presence behind you. You knew it was him. “Are you busy tonight?”, he whispered behind to you. You swiped your credit card and thanked the lady. “Sorry Kim Taehyung, I’m having dinner tonight with someone”, you replied as you watched him pay for his new articles of clothing. You both walked out of the shop. “Oh, you have a boyfriend” he stated disappointedly. “No, it’s a business meeting”, you explained watching the boy’s face light up again. “What about tomorrow night?”, he questioned you eagerly. You stared at him for a moment. His face had changed to one of a puppy’s, begging you to say yes.

“Taehyung I’m not sure, I have a certain schedule for tomorrow, I’m interviewing this band-”, you sighed but were caught off by him.

“Then take my number”, he said. Quickly as he said it, he grabbed your hand and pulled out a pen. You watched him laughing, as he hurriedly scribbled down his number.

“Promise you’ll text me”, Taehyung wined as he held up his pinky finger.

You rolled your eyes grinning like a dork, you couldn’t believe this boy. You interlocked his finger with yours. He smiled and placed a pair of black sunglasses on his face.

“See you soon, (Y/N)”, Taehyung winks at you while walking backwards to a black car.

You laughed and gave him a wave.

That night at dinner your head was filled with the image of the mysterious man. His figure and smell when he towered over you. You smiled to yourself at the thought of him. Were you actually going to text him?

“Are you listening (Y/N)?”

You put more effort into your outfit the next morning. Your company has asked you to interview a new boy group for them. You reluctantly agreed as you hated cameras. You left your apartment and made your way in a taxi.

Unfortunately, you underestimated the traffic in New York City. You looked at your watch to see you were 15 minutes late. You cursed to yourself as you exited the taxi practically running into the building.

You rushed passed a group of people and bashed open the studio door. “I’m here!”, you exclaimed catching your breath. You could see the man behind the camera roll his eyes at your powerful entrance.

“(Y/N), this is BTS”, the man says nodding his head towards the set.

You spun around to face the band. You let out a sheepish hello and held your hand out towards the members. You couldn’t help but admit they were very handsome. Finally, as you reach the last one you practically froze on the spot.

Your eyes travelled up from the familiar shirt and tie to the person’s face. The camera lights highlighted his bronze skin, just like how you remembered it. Your mouth dropped open as you meet his gaze.

“Hello again (Y/N)”, Taehyung smirked at you.  

Author’s note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM TAEHYUNG  sorry for any grammar mistakes, I kind of rushed this one but if you want me to make a sequel let me know ;)