Y/N

I AM SO FUCKING MUCH IN LOVE WITH BOY WITH LOVE.

AND MAP OF 7 SOULS ALBUM.

Gosh, boys know the way to Armies heart.

It's been two months since they left for the tour.

I reaped an internship at Wizcraft. The interview was tough. But I won through it.

The amazing fact is, Dae and I work in the same company.

The owner of Wizcraft is Dae's uncle.

Small world right?

Emma shifted to Incheon.

She was offered an internship in her dream company. Sadly, she had to switch college as well. It's been three weeks since she is gone and I already miss her.

“Y/N!” Dae yelled, waving his hand.

I smile at him. He looks completely different from how he looks in college. He was wearing a shirt, tugged neatly in his pants, instead of hoodies and ripped jeans. The locket around his neck was replaced by a black-tie, no earring or studs, no messy hair. A complete gentleman look.

“I thought I was late,” he panted heavily.

“We will be, let's go!”

We both ran inside the elevator and bowed politely.

“Good morning Sunbae”

“Dae and Y/N, guys you did great work yesterday. The designs were unique. You both might get hired you know," Sunbae Choi complimented us.

“Thank you," we both chimed.

“Bye see you around," He waves and stepped out on his floor.

Dae and I squealed looking at each other.

“He never complimented us, I thought we are bothering him or something,” I said with a huge smile.

“Right. Thank god, we are not on his bad side," Dae said and we walk out on our floor.

“Good morning," we both bow to our seniors, they smiled and greeted us back. Our Sunbaes are nice, they help us, support us and scold us sometimes. It's been almost a month we started working and they already accepted us.

“I wonder how Emma is doing,” Dae mumbled.

“Right. She said it's a little hard. She doesn't talk much you know. She needs time,” I told him sadly.

“Yeah, see you at lunch,” he waves and we sauntered to our respective desks.
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Emma

Gosh. So much work!

All are enjoying their lunchtime and here I was drowning in work.

I didn't have friends here, my skin got uglier with pimples and dark circles, I was almost broke, and today I would be having a new roommate.

He is some dude.

Can my life get any worse?

“Helly beautiful"

I lifted my head at the deep voice, which instantly reminded me of Him.

“H-hello,” I stammered.

He called me beautiful.

Rinse your eyes with acid then dude.

But man he is so handsome, perfect sharp jaw, hazel eyes, black hair styled back, high cheekbones, and perfect height.

“Why you are alone?” he asked leaning on my desk.

“Um..just work," I retorted in short, fixing my specs and looking at my laptop.

“Would you like you to join me for a cup of coffee?" He asked.

What?

“I don't even know your name," I said inclining my eyebrows.

“What? You don't know me?” he looked amused.

You are not BTS.

“No," I shook my head..

“Ohh..then Hii. I am Hyun Ki," he extended his hand.

“Emma," I said, shaking his hand then immediately retriving it back.

He chuckled.

“Are you single?”

My fingers stopped punching the keys.

Touching my necklace I mumbled, “Yes”

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Taehyung

I stared at our picture.

We looked so happy.

I painful smile escaped my lips.

I recalled the last day I saw her.

Flashback

Her black hair was in a loose bun, few strands teasing her face. I held the urge to reach out and tug it aside.

She sips nervously on her drink.

“Taehyung?” she murmured my name.

“Yes," my heart thud loudly when our eyes meet.

I am not having a good feeling about this.

“I-I am going to Incheon," she whispered

I blinked then frown.

“Why? What happened?" I asked worriedly.

Her family lives in Incheon. Did something happen to them?

“I got accepted for the internship. I am moving there, I am switching college too," she told me.

I just stared at her blankly.

She never told me about this. I admit we were in rough phase. Constant fights, arguments, no communication, no conversation. I admit we were slowly moving from each other.

But we would have fixed us.

Cause we are in love with each other.

“Are we this ruined Emma?" I asked her, biting my lower lip holding back my tears.

“T-Tae....we are not right for each other. We both know that. We have been dating for months and we manage to prove to each other how toxic we are together. We fight and just have sex forgetting our problems....this...is...this is not I wanted us to be like," her lower lip quivered.

“So? You are..you are leaving...Seoul? You are leaving Me?" I asked, my vision blurs and I look down at my fingers.

“Yes, I- I am sorry...I am s- so sorry,” a soft cry elude from her lips.

I place my hand on hers. I held myself back, so I won't lace our fingers, like we always do. I stare at her face, the tears, I gave her, slowly streamed down. I drew a shaky breath.

Come on Taehyung tell her, tell her that you will make things right.

Tell her you to love

Tell her to not go.

Tell her to stop.

Tell her you will be good.

“I am sorry...I was....I...I will miss you, Emma,” I let my tears flow.

“D- do...I get.... an l-last hug?” she asked with the cracked voice, her beautiful eyes again filled with tears.

I immediately hugged her, keeping her body close to my chest. I close my eyes trying to absorb her scent, trying to remember this feeling for a long time. I bite my tongue harder trying not to cry. But when the hard sob broke through her, I let it all out. We cried silently, hugging each other, for the last time.

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God is cruel, isn't he?

He made us meet again, just to separate us again.

She is my first love. The girl who made me fall so hard for her, that I would never get back up on my feet for someone else. I just knew, I will stay fallen, for Emma.

Some relationships are just meant to be broken...
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Emma

....and our was one of them.

“Sorry, but I can't have coffee with you,” I politely denied. Hyun ki's eyes fell on the necklace I was playing with and he seems to have understood cause he stood and offered me a small smile.

“Things will get better with time,” he told me and turned on his heels.

Will it become better?

I look out of the window, at the pouring rain.

Kim Taehyung, you will always hold a special place in my heart.
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Y/N

“Why?! Ugh. I didn't even bring my umbrella!" I groaned.

Even my car was acting up, so I had to take the bus. It's raining like crazy, even Dae is nowhere to be found.

“Hey Y/N.”

I turned around and see a senior.

I don't like him.

He creeps me out by his perverted gaze.

“Hello Sunbae," I said professionally.

“I see you don't have an umbrella. Want a ride?" He askd licking his lips.

“No thanks," I politely refused.

“Oh please drop formalities with me. We are outside of work. Just ease up," he took a step closer.

Asshole, I would have killed you already but I don't want Hye Jin to be disappointed in me.

He recommended me with high hopes.

“I don't find you good enough to drop formalities,” I said with a tight smile.

His smile fell and he stared at me.

“Playing so hard to get, huh?” he seized another step.

My wrist was pulled and my face slammed into a hard chest.

“You were saying something?” Dae's voice was full of rage.

“Kang Dae? Yeah. I was talking to her, it's not polite to interrupt your senior,” the man said

Dae scoffed.

“I drop formalities outside work, now we will excuse you to fuck off,” Dae spat and I smile proudly showing my middle finger to that man.

His face was so priceless man.

Dae grabbed my hand and we run in the rain straight to his car.

We climbed inside and laughed.

“Thanks,” I muttered, slightly shivering.

“I am just keeping you safe for Yoongi,” he whispered, giving me his coat and his hankerchief.

He didn't gave me chance to day anything and began to steer, it was quiet for a while.

“I will talk to uncle about this,” he said with a sigh.

No one was aware of the fact that he is related to the CEO except me.

“No. I will talk and make sure that motherfucker pays for being such a worm of sewage water,” I spat.

Dae chuckled, “That mouth yours is surely gonna get you in trouble.”

That's what Yoongi tells me.

I missed him so much.

It's been three months since we haven't seen each other. The last time was when he was in my house with Hye rin and Hye Jin.

Then he became so busy that even talking on calls or face-timing was hard. He would be tired at the end of the day, so I would force him to sleep. We wanted to meet each other before he take off for the tour, but the same day I had an interview.

I was thinking to skip it, but Yoongi didn't let me do that.

“Your smile is so bright when you think of him," Dae commented.

“Yeah? You will find someone too who will make you smile like this,” I told him.

“I smile when I am with you.....and Emma,” he turned the car right.

“Not that way silly. We are friends, I am talking about someone who will be not your friend...more than that.”

“Well I have someone like that," he admitted.

“WHAT! KANG DAE! YOU BETTER SPIL THE TAE!" I asserted, excitedly.

“She has a boyfriend, whom she loves a lot," he said with grim eyes.

“Ohh, she is in our college?” I asked him.

He shook his head saying no.

“What she is like?" I asked. Dae is popular in college, he has girls ogling at him. I always was curious what type of girl would catch his attention. I never saw him fooling around. He is rude to some, mischievous and passionate about basketball. He is like a bad boy in True Beauty. No toxicity, just bad boy charms.

Once an English teacher tried to seduce him. He puked for hours, cause her tits kept popping in his head. I watched cartoons with him whole night when he slept over to wash his bleach his brain.

“She is like an angel. Kind, compassionate. But if you get on her wrong side no amount of begging can save you from her heartless behavior. I fell for her at first sight,” he told me with the cutest smile.

“She is your first love?" I asked sadly, cause he said she is taken.

“Yeah, she didn't, even did anything and I fell for her like crazy you know,” he lets out a painful laugh as he parked the car.

He tries to smile but his eyes were sad.

I can't see him like this.

I spread my arms and smiled.

“Let me give you a magic hug,” I grinned at him, he chuckles and hugged me tightly.

I dabbed his back, trying to comfort him.

“She doesn't deserve you if she can't see what a precious jewel you are. It's her loss,” I told him.

“It's fine. I don't hate her or something. Her smile is enough for me,” he mumbled.

Why the kindest hearts receive the most pain?

I was about to pull back but then he tighten his hold around me.

“Just a minute, my watch stuck in hair," he said.

“Again?”

“Sorry”

He entangled my hair from his watch then  pulls back with a sheepish smile.

The rain almost stopped and I wave at him, walking in the convenience store.

Mom went to grandma.

I am worried about her, as dad will be there. I wanted to meet grandma, min said she is very sick. But mum told me to stay here for the shop and my job.

Grandma and I were very close, it's isn't her fault that her son abandoned us. She is very fond of my mother. It's been more than a year now, that I haven't talked to grandma.

The staff greeted me with respect and I gave them a small smile.

I don't meddle with them, as I am not that friendly person. I walked upstairs to the room and change my clothes laying on the bed. I like this place more than my bedroom. It's better than my room. The bed is softer, the bathroom is large and it's the place where Yoongi and I spent most of our time.

He hasn't contacted me since yesterday, nor did he replied to my texts.

He might be so busy. I hope boys are eating well and taking care of themselves.

I was about to take a nap but a sudden knock made me jump.

I lazily unlock the door and my eyes popped out of its socket.

“Yoongi?”

I stare at him up and down, he was almost drenched, his face was pale, he was panting hard for breath.

“God, why are you like this? Come in you will fall sick!" I grabbed his hand.

Shit, it's cold.

He immediately yanked his hand from my hold and peeled off his mask glaring at me.

“Yoongi what happened?” I asked worriedly trying to reach out for him.

“Don't touch me, you smell like him,” he growled.

“Wha-

“Had fun? Hugging him and all?!” he raised his voice.

“Are you talking about Dae?” I asked.

“Is there someone else in your office you hugged like that too?” he clenched his jaw.

“Don't talk to me like that,” I warned him.

“Or what?” he challenged my firm tone.

I let out a frustrated sigh, it's no use to talk to him when he is like this. He still hasn't accepted the fact that Dae is just my friend, I can't let him go because of Yoongi. I value all relationships, friendship too.

“What now? Speak! Got nothing to say?" He took a step closer.

“Yoongi did you travel all way from the USA to Seoul to spew nonsense?" I asked him, looking for the towel to at least parched his hair.

“Nonsense?! I came all the way here to see you cause I missed you like crazy and when I get here I saw you in his arms, your bodies soldered to each
other and fuck...," his eyes brimed with tears.

And I knew it's not about Dae.

I took a step closer to him but he swats my hand away.

“No..go away! You don't smell like yourself! You smell like him. I despise it!” he scowled, rubbing his eyes.

“Yoongi, listen to me,” I took another closer but he pushed me away again.

“DON'T! YOU JUST TOUCHED HIM! NOW DON'T TOUCH ME!” He yelled.

Gosh, this guy.

I know what he needs.

I grabbed his arm and drag him to the bathroom.

“YAH! I SAID DON'T TOUCH ME!” He tried to push me away but I drag him with all my might. 

He held on to the door frame of the bathroom, deterring me from hauling him inside.

He is such a baby.

“Yoongi you need a shower, godammit!” I exclaimed, pulling him inside.

“I DON'T WANT TO FUCKING SHOWER!” He cried out still not leaving the frame, holding it as if his life is dependent on that fucking frame.

I leave him, and he hugged the door frame, glued to it.

I guess I will have to be a little cruel.

I tickled him, he squirms like a worm and I instantly seized that shot to drag him inside. I somehow managed to turn on the faucet, he was rebelling so much. The warm water envelops us and I clasped his body tightly between my arms, not letting him move an inch. He proceeded to push me away but I firmly held my ground.

The hot water bathed us from head to toe, he gradually quit pushing me away and we both panted hard. His cold body warms up. I settle my head on his chest concentrating on his pounding heart.

There was just silence and the sound of water hitting our bodies and floor, the bathroom was steamy with mist and I manage to solely soothe him down.

“I hate it when you are right,” he whispered.

Of course, I am right. I knew the shower would calm him down.

I lifted my head and gaze at him, water droplets dripping down his blue locks and long eyelashes, his pale skin looked better, his pink lips were set in a thin and were bleeding as he assaulted them with his teeth. His eyes were opaque and replenished with despair as he watch me.

He tried to pull his hands out of my grasp and I let him, then he hugged me tightly.

“Stay here and shower okay? I will be out,” I kissed his chest, right above his racing heart and he hummed in response.

I stepped out of the bathroom, once again drenched. I alter my clothes and wipe the floor clean. The staff told me they are leaving so I closed the shop before time and prepare tea for him. I ambled into the room, plopped his fortunately waterproof bag aside after taking some clothes and giving them to him.

Then I wait.

He strolled out of bathroom after a while, drying his hair. His weary and puffy eyes met mine, I silently dabbed the side beside me gesturing him to sit. He quietly obeys.

Taking the towel from him, I stood between his legs and scorched his hair gently.

“What happened?” I asked him.

He hoisted his head to look at me, his eyes again became tearful.

I have seen him crying on Television. It was heartbreaking enough.

But when he was right in front of me, crying, it's.......painful.

“I-I......

He tried to speak but then lowered his gaze, dropping his head in his hands.

I hunched on my knees in front of him and gently ripped his hands away from his face.

“Something happened at work?” I asked in a low voice.

He shook his head.

“I...They don't want to see me Y/N,” he lets out, tears streamed down his face and he crunched his lower lip.

“Who doesn't want to see you?”

“My parents.....I-I...called them to come to my concert...th-they said they don't want to see me....Y/N they are not happy with me...I work so hard to reach here..b-but..,” more tears flowed down and dripping on my hands.

I stood and clutched him tightly. He armed encircled my waiste his and kept pouring out his emotions.

Why the most beautiful smiles hides the awful pain?

I caresses his back and don't say a single word, knowing he just wanted someone to listen and not an advisor.

We stayed like that for a long time, my legs were a little numb but I couldn't care less.

Finally, he pulled away and I wipe his eyes with my sleeves. He sniffed, scrunching his nose, his face was puffier than before, his nose was red....he was looking adorably sad.

“Yoongi, I am proud of you,” I told him ruffling his damp hair.

His eyes met mine and I smile slightly.

“R-really?” he asked.

His parents never told him that. I can just imagine how much he must be carving for his parents to appreciate him, tell him that they are proud of his achievements, and his hard work paid off.

“Yes kitten," I tapped his nose.

He smiled showing his gums.

“Yeah, that's the smile I was carving for!” I exclaimed and he unleashed a hoarse chuckle.

“I will heat the tea again for you,” I said but he grabbed my wrist.

“I need you, not the tea," he breathed out.

“Okay. Let's just sleep here”

He lay down on the bed and stretched out his arms gesturing me to cuddle against him.

I immediately snuggle him, he wrapped his arms around me tightly. Gosh, I missed him so much.

“I am still pissed," he said.

“Now don't spoil my mood,” I told him.

“Or what?”

His mood swings!

I pinched his nipple through his t-shirt and he roans in pain.

“Or this,” I said.

“Now my turn.”

What?

In a blink of an eye, he was hovering over me. He smirked and I smile. My gaze trailed down on his lush lips, carving yo taste them. His thump paths from the bridge of my nose to my lips.

Just kiss me already!

“Want to kiss me?" He asked in a hushed tone.

“Yes,” I admitted.

“Tell me who do you belong to,” he trails his finger down to my collar bones just brushing them slightly, not really touching me. I close my eyes feeling the sensation of his warm fingers, it's been so long since we even kissed each other.

“Tell me Y/N," he whispered in my ear, then flickered his cold tongue from my jaw to my neck.

A gasp eluded from my parted lips , I held his arms and look into his eyes which were observing me intensely

The rain was pouring again, along with the thunderstorms. The sound of our breaths, thumping heart, and the gushing droplets on the windows were making me feel like we are in some other world and it's just us. No one else.

“I am your Min Yoongi, just your," I admit.
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Yoongi

“I am your Min Yoongi, just yours," she confessed, and my heart skips a beat, my stomach flipped and I just drown myself in her eyes crystal clear chocolate ocean eyes.

Those words were than I love you.

I lean down and she smiles when our lips touched. I instantly sigh in the kiss. I was yearning for her touch, for her presence so long. As soon as I earned a short unrestricted time, I decided to visit her. The past months devoid her were hard, very hard.

She has became like some drug to me, at least once a day I hope to see her.

Our lips move softly and gently against each other, my hand slips inside her sweatshirt and she gasped when my cold fingers touch her body. She slowly began to take off my sweatshirt. I reclined straight and pull it off swiftly, throwing the fabric aside. The gust of cool wind hits my bare skin, making me shudder. I immediately close the distance between us.

Again our lips collided in a hungry kiss, she sucks on my lower lip nibbling on it, I gently bite her lip and slides my tongue inside her mouth, she tastes like bubblegum, the only taste I have let my senses absorbed. Her fingers slip in my hair and she tugs on them.

I love it when she does that. It makes me wild for her.

I help her strip from her clothes, she was not wearing a bra and I couldn't hold it in anymore.

I latched my mouth on her nipple sucking it gently. She moans arching her back. I massage the other one, slightly pinching them. I bite onto her nipple earning a slap on my chest.

“Min Yoongi not there, ”she warned but I just wink at her and suck on her perky nipples.

She was breathing hard, as I plant wet kisses from the middle of her soft molds to down her belly. Her stomach was rising and falling rapidly.

My heart was thudding like crazy, I could hear it along with the sound of striking rain and hustling of breeze.

I became nervous, I knew she was a victim of rape.

What if she regrets doing it with me?
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Y/N

He was hesitating.

He tried to hide the reticence but his eyes give him away.

Does he not want me?

“Yoongi, I want you,” I confessed.

And I have no shame to admit that.

I love him.

And I am ready for him.

I know, I should have told him about my past connection before we take a step further in our relationship, but I couldn't gather the courage.

I buried the past so deep inside me, that digging it all out will shatter me.

I smile at Yoongi and eyes widen at my response then he smiled.

“I was waiting for you to say that," he said and immediately captures my lips. His hard chest flushed against my breasts as kiss became rough, then he trails his lips down to my neck, biting my skin, sucking on it. My heart sped up when his teeth graze over my panties.

He stared at me for permission and I nod. My panties were ripped off, making me gasp.

“Yoongi!”

“I will get you a new one!” he firmly kissed my lips then goes down. I spread my legs for him and he grunts gazing at my wet pussy. His hands slowly wrapped around my thighs and he spread my legs wider for him, the cool air slams on my sensitive skin making me moan for his warmth.

He slowly kissed my inner thighs not sparing a touch to my core aching. I clutched the sheets tighter. He kissed my womanhood and his warm breath tingles my core, a shudder scampered through me.

He slowly spreads my wet fold with his fingers and licks me up.

“Ahhhh..." I moaned, closing my eyes shut.

His tongue slides inside me, and my eyes roll back to my head. The pleasure ripped through me making me moan for him loudly. He massaged my walls burying his tongue deep inside me. I scream when his teeth brush on my clit. Yoongi groans and a sound vibrates into my walls, he plumps his tongue in and out of me. I squirm under him, moaning his name.

I pushed his head more into me and close my thighs around his head, he lets out a grunt then thrust his two fingers inside me.

“Yoongi.....aahh,” I hissed when he thrust his fingers faster sucking on my clit. His fingers curl inside my pussy, making me moan in pure contentment.

He pulled away from me and stumbled walking to the desk where I kept his wallet. He yanked out condom and walked back to the bed. I help him slide off his sweatpants and underwear. His rock-hard member stood proudly in front of me, dripping the precum. He rolls on his condom, then cranes his body over mine. His elbows were supporting his weight, and his face in level with mine.

He stare in mine, searching for a hint of denial, hesitation or dissatisfaction, when he didn't found any he drew a deep breath, positiong his hard cock right at my throbbing entrance.

“Remember. I. Min. Yoongi. Have. Given. You. My. Heart. You. Own. It." He told me, stopping at each word

And with that, he slowly slides in me. I wince a little in pain. He immediately stopped and lets me breathe. I nod my head, then he fills me.

We both moan in unison at the truck of pleasure that hit us in the sweetest way possible. He lets me adjust, then I tapped on his shoulder gesturing him to start moving.

He start to move in and out of me slowly. I close my eyes, breathing heavily.

“Fuck...you....are so tight Y/N,” he moaned near my ears. I hold on to his back for support. He pulls back then buried his cock deep inside me.

I scream in pleasure as he pick his pace thrusting hard and every deep inside me. I felt his tip hitting at the end and my body trembled. He plunged into me fast, panting hard like an animal. The sound of our skin slapping and loud moans fills the room. He lifts my leg and kept it on his shoulder, then he slams inside me deep hitting my g-spot.

“Ahhhh...Yoongi...” I scratched his back hard and he grunts. His hands finds mine and we laced our fingers together.

He plump in and out of me smoothly as I was dripping wet for him. I could hear him sliding inside me and pulling out, making me turn in more. His moan near my ear and his ragged breath took me to another dimension.

His hands cupped my breast he squeezes them firmly and I feel the knot building in my lower belly.

His suck my nipple harshly, thrusting hard and deep inside my pussy, I pull him in a rough kiss. He continued to hit my g spot.

“I am cumming!" I managed to say and he increasing his speed. The bed start to creak as he plunged in hard. I feel him twitching and my walls clenched him

“I...am...cumming...cum with me Y/N,” he groans near my ear, sucking it softly.

Few more thrust and we reached our climax. I feel like I was floating on clouds, my vision was a little blur, and my mind absolutely empty immensed in pleasure.

His body collapsed on mine, and I didn't mind his weight. He was balancing himself so he won't crush me completely.

He was still inside me as we calm down. The thunder strikes hard making a loud sound, the rain continued to pour as we stay in connected to each other.

He lifted his head, our gazes collided and the sweetest smile appears on his face.

He kissed my forehead and stood, he rolls off the condom and dumped it in the bin. He walked into the bathroom and arrives with a towel.

He cleaned me up, then slides his t-shirt over my head. He hiked up his boxers then rests beside me. I cover us with a burrito blanket and cuddle in his chest as he plays with my hair.

“Tomorrow I want to take you somewhere, can you come?" I asked him.

“Yes. But I am flying back at night,” he sighed.

“Thanks for getting here Yoongi, I was missing you so much,” I said, drawing figures on his chest.

He grabbed my hand and kissed it.

“I missed you too. Now sleep Y/N. You barely can keep your eyes open," he chuckled.

I yawn and nod.

“Good night Y/N."

“Good night Yoongi.”

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