send me a ✦ for a celebrity au:your muse is a celebrity and mine is an adoring fan (send a ✧ for the reverse)

_{and the way he moves grabbed yoongi’s attention.}

_{yoongi never was meant to be here. he should be at home on his couch, flicking the channels on his remote endlessly. though, his best friend hyeri had a spare backstage ticket, and because she treats him like a slave, he unfortunately had to wait for her to finished her girl’s day stage so he could take her to the nail salon after, and a variety show after, and to her dorm after–}

_{of course, he had a connection with the media. his jobs allows him to, that’s how he met hyeri, and a whole lot of other people that seems to be way too out of his league; but yoongi doesn’t care. he rather being the backstage, than being out in the open with fame exposed to him, all lights and glitter. one mistake and you’re done for.}

_{suddenly, the door bursted out along with the deep tone and the camera rolling at the back. The guy was bowing endlessly. He must’ve thought that girls’ day is in the dressing room, but little did he know that they’re actually on stand by. yoongi cleared his throat, looking at the what seems to be a boy younger than him, dressing in fancy clothes that the middle agers would think that this boy is from the future.}

_{“oh, you’re not girls’ day.” said the fancy boy dumbly.}

_{“oh, i’m hyeri in disguise. don’t believe me? flash my panties.” said yoongi in his casual sarcastic tone.} 

_{unfortunately his screen time was never on aired.}

_{it took him a plenty of google searchings that the boy that he had just met is Kim Taehyung, or what they called, V. Not sure if it stands for Vagina or Vulgarity ( because yoongi has watched all those fancams and damn, his tongue was sinful, a perfect fit between his– ehem, ladies’ legs. )  but apparently, google says that V stands for Victory, and yoongi just settles on that, disregarding how cringe worthy it is.}

_{sooner or later, he added 1000+ more views to the MVs, which is uncharacteristic for him to suddenly, be so interested in such person– an idol to be exact. he never really liked dancing, but when taehyung- no, V did it, it looks so fluid, so unique that got yoongi fantasizing, dreaming, and endless nights of falling asleep while watching the dance practices on his laptop.}

_{the current tab on his laptop is called, “The Most Official V/Kim Taehyung Thread!,” and yoongi tried his best to use his body to cover his whole screen, not wanting his newest obsession to become a stir. he’s working, yes. in a booth that they’ve set up just for him. you could say that it’s his second home, with his chair a spinning one, and his personal stuff scattered around the room. right now, a song by Nell is currently playing, and all that yoongi is waiting for, is for today’s guest to come through.}

_{“V’s blood type is AB, huh?” he muttered to himself, eyes scanning all the facts, casually dragging all the pictures to a folder in his desktop, but the guest finally came in, so he halted his activity.}

_{at the first glance though, yoongi was speechless. he wasn’t expecting to meet the boy sooner. his reaction totally different from their first meeting, with his lips pursed trying to swallow a squeal, breathing calmly to stopped himself from scanning V from head to toe. he gave out a curt nod of a bow, trying his best to be who he always was; sarcastic and tight.}

_{“so, V, I heard you played the saxophone.” he stirred a conversation with the ON AIR sign bright red above his head, blinking his eyes lazily. it’s currenly 1am, whoever is listening right now must’ve been a huge fan.}

_{“that’s right, hyung, you must’ve did a whole lot of research about me.” and suddenly, yoongi’s sleepiness has worn off. confusion in his eyes, until he realises that, he never shut the tab off from his laptop. his phone vibrating with V’s face evident as his wallpaper, and yoongi turned red, avoiding the other boy’s orbs by putting a sunglasses on his face, despite it being almost 2am.}

_{“oh shit, you’re onto me.”}

Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

_{yoongi don’t know when, or don’t know why, but the muffled sobs beside him during the darkest of the night stirred him up from his beautiful sleep. his fingers rubbed against his eyes softly, trying his best to opened his eyes to see what’s the problem.}

_{thank god for the dim light from the moon outside, along with occasional lights from the passing by cars that would shining it’s light to the window, that let him see the trembling figure beside him. yes, yoongi was perturbed, but that doesn’t mean that he’s heartless. he doesn’t even know when taehyung had gotten into his bed in the first place, but that thought is very back of his mind as he scooped the trembling body into his arms, and he couldn’t help but chuckled softly at the slight jump from the unexpected touch.}

_{“whats wrong?” yoongi muttered, obviously cared; and taehyung just bit on his lips preventing a whimper, or any noise of that matter to escape. “you’re trembling like a frightened chicken, did the demons seek you?” he said out again almost audibly, and taehyung gave a curt nod, eyes darting around as if he’s afraid of something. “don’t worry, they’re gone.” he murmured, pressing taehyung’s back against his chest and squishing him tighter, hoping that his warm embrace would at least do something to help the lad, and taehyung’s puffy red eyes slowly closed, exhausted from all the cryings, his body weak against yoongi’s arms, and finally falls asleep.}

Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

_{it was a late night winter, with his back slanting against the cold, solid wall. alcohol in his system, burning it’s way inside his abdomen. fireworks in the sky blinking shining lights, but yoongi just couldn’t be bothered with all that bullshit.}

_{“you’re not enjoying this, aren’t ya.” a voice nearby him didn’t surprise him, maybe because his appearance appeared exactly when the ripping sound of firework roaring out to the city. like seriously, why does all festivals and holidays always need fireworks? it’s just a bunch of temporal sparks rippling the oceans of limitless sky. sure, the way it illuminates at night is what they so called, “amazing, pretty and beautiful.” but to yoongi, it’s anything but that. it’s just there, emitting loud noises while shooting up, and he couldn’t see why people are so amused by it.}

_{like they’ve never seen a fucking firework before.}

_{“if my emotions could talk, it would shout a huge fuck yes.” he simply replied, hands waving the mosquitoes away from sucking on his blood, the same expression that he had on before still glued on his face, and yifan laughs a little at his expression, reaching out to pinch yoongi’s (unusual) pink cheeks and it kinda hurts. “shut the fuck up and enjoy it while it last, man.” yifan spoke out in a low volume, “we aren’t going to live forever.”}

_{giving out a soft nod at the other’s speech, it made perfect sense; and yoongi wasn’t given much choice when the older male pulled him up to his feet, pulling him by his wrist to the nearest bar. “being an emo doesn’t really suit you, so let’s go wild tonight; in a celebration that you’re going to be okay, and that you won’t pull that stupid face anymore.”}

_{yoongi wasn’t really surprised when he woke up and find jinah in his bed.}

_{of course, they lived together. she was his older sister, there’s nothing add much to that. just a simple, sibling, brotherly and sisterly relationship.}

_{and yoongi kinda blames it on himself now that he doesn’t even approach his sister anymore. maybe everything that’s happening is getting to his head. he’s hardly home, spending his night away in narnia, meanwhile his sister forced herself to stay up just to make yoongi tried those cookies  that she baked freshly just for him. and yoongi feels even more guilty when he arrived in a dimmed light house with his sister falling asleep on the sofa, trays of cookies on her lap. though, he pushed that feeling away to the pit of his stomach and climbed up the stairs to fall onto his comfortable bed.}

_{she must’ve came when i already slept. yoongi thought to himself. pushing the blanket further up to her neck. no early birds can ever lived the way owls do.}

Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.

_{aster’s birthday is coming up, and yoongi’s heart is anxious. sure, aster is one of his best mate; but that’s not the reason why he’s anxious. with his mind wondering to each and every conversation he ever had with the girl, he tries hard to think of something she likes, and it’s not an easy task. (yoongi always had mini amnesia, and it’s a pain in the butt considering how his brain freezes a lot.) a lot of time that she would mention things that she wants, but yoongi never really taken it to heart. guess it’s his own fault for not paying attention, but there’s one thing that aster likes.}

_{kim jaejoong, the former idol under sm entertainment.}

_{and yoongi never rushed out so fast, he shouldn’t never leave it to the last minute. he got the album wrapped nicely with red bows in a little box, and a large teddy bear with wide hands that the box would fit perfectly on it. and there he go, running his way to her doorsteps.}

_{he placed the teddy and the box on her doorway, exactly at 11:59. finger reaching out to ring a doorbell, feet running off quickly, and yoongi hoped that he’d received a hard crushing hug on the next day.}

11: Collarbone Kiss

_{“calm down.” yoongi whispers barely audibly, the younger boy’s chest heaving heavily under him. yoongi is bad at comforting anyone, especially someone that just wake up crying from a nightmare.}

_{“shh..” he sighed out, lower lip against the lad’s skin, attempting to make the soft cries disappeared, slowly turning it into a soft moan. his lips still does it’s work, wet kisses along Loke’s jawline, to his adam’s apple, and to his collarbone. slowly lifting his head up, he muttered softly, eyes meeting the other male’s puffy ones. “it’s okay, twinkle. i’m here for you.”}

15: Kiss in the Rain

and there it was, the dark clouds that yoongi predicted in the morning that it’s going to rain. it was darker than what he sees previously. the heavy drop of the substance came pouring down, panicking the wondering yoongi because taehyung isn’t even back from his little adventures with the birds and the bees, and yoongi is somewhat worried, not bothered to even get his umbrella, nor even locking the house, his feet rushing out to the front door.

but he’s immediately relieved when he sees taehyung in the distance, running back with his hands shielding his face from the rain, and it’s oddly adorable that he found himself leaning on the front door, watching the male finally stopped, heaving in and out in exhaustion, his body dripping of water, and before yoongi would invite him inside for a nice, hot shower and a warm coco, taehyung’s stupid grin is shown, and yoongi knew he was in trouble.

a sudden yank on his arms makes him stumbled to the wet areas, his shoes immediately dirtied by mud and grass. rain feels so cold against his skin, as taehyung’s lips parted out to laugh loudly, gripping a hold of both his wrist to mimicked a dance that he saw a couple in the movies doing the other day (they were having a high school musical marathon, and the scene with troy and gabriella playing with the sprinklers sparks taehyung’s weird spots, nudging yoongi to turn the sprinkles on just to redo that particular scene), and yoongi should be upset at how dirty he is but he’s surprisingly not.

and there they go, finally falling down rolling onto the dirty lawn, taehyung’s shirt is see through, and yoongi’s shirt is filled with muds and the atmosphere is just so perfect that they paused with taehyung being on top, and yoongi couldn’t help but gulped. his eyes staring at taehyung expectantly, hands clinging to the hem of the lad’s shirt.

rain dripping along his skin, along with the sweetest kiss he’ve ever tasted.

6: Gentle Peck

_{with the sun bright in the sky, so bright that yoongi has to bring out his sunglasses. his arms hanging off krystal’s shoulder, her shoulder lifted up, and slowly relaxed; heaving a sigh, and yoongi couldn’t help but chuckle at that action.}

_{his head tilted towards her, a sly grin playing on his lips. “y'know, when i first met you, you were stunning.” he whispered softly. “the moment you walked into my studio, i was like woah.” and krystal rolled his eyes at him, slightly pushing him away with her slim fingertips.}

_{“yoongi..” she then croaked his names out, cringed slightly, knowing clearly how yoongi is; a hopeless flirt, and yoongi laughs hard at the reaction. his fingertip reaching up to tilt her chin slightly upwards, meeting eye to eye, and krystal gulped, not daring to move back as yoongi slowly moved his face closer, breaking that personal space limit as his full lips pressed softly against her’s.}

_{“stop thinking about other things when you’re with me.” he muttered after pulling back, “i didn’t come out to sparkled in the sun to see your mind floating away with numerous thoughts.”}

it’s normal that yoongi would find himself waking up to the younger boy sleeping beside him. the sight of his hair all sticking up to his pillow makes yoongi smile, and itch to get that adorable face photographed before he wakes up because hey, a picture taken while sleeping is the best blackmailing methods yet.

but yoongi made a mistake of forgetting to shutting off auto-flash, and the loud snapping sound emits from his phone waking loke up.

“yoongi, no..” loke whines out, reaching out for the phone, but yoongi laughed, moving back way quicker than the sleepyhead that can barely open his eyes wide open.

“Why not?” yoongi laughs, “you look so adorable with that nose hair flailing out when you snore. this picture proves my point.”

it was saturday, and yoongi was kind enough to take over his friend’s shift at her own clothing store despite him never even worked in a shop like that before. he boredly sits on the office table, blasting his music (which goes opposite towards the clothing styles that he sells) all over the store, waiting for someone to just come in already, even though clothes in here aren’t his style, he still wants the money that his friend bribed him to do the job.

but it seems like a god has answered his prayers, as a male walking into the store, directly to yoongi and it makes yoongi feels surprised, what the hell does he want?

“Do you sell hats here?” the male cocked his head slightly, and yoongi shook his head, he must’ve wanted the snapback on yoongi’s head, but that’s definitely not for sale.

“sadly no, but we have this.” he picked up a pink girly hat, with a barbie logo at the front, only to be yelled with the words “I am not wearing that!” and yoongi was left alone again with amusement filling his chest.