Oneshots

Please (Yoongi)

this is somewhat mature, just a warning. no smut, but it gets a bit...heated. t/w talk of suicide

Yoongi storms in, slamming the door behind him. Slamming his keys onto the table, he stands still. I can feel the rage and frustration rolling off him in waves. "FUCK!" I jump, startled by his shout.

"What's wrong, Yoongi? Do you want a drink?" I ask, moving towards him. "C'mon, sit down at least."

"Stop." He growls. I just stand there, confused. 

"What?! I'm just trying to help!"

"Stop. Stop making-" He sighs. "You make me feel," He muttered. "You make me feel. I don't like it, and I want it to stop. Now."

"And what exactly do I make you feel, Yoongi? All you have ever been to me is cold. You have never once been nice to me. That's the first remotely nice thing you've said to me." He glares at me, fire in his eyes, but I stand my ground. "I have been nothing but friendly and welcoming to you and this is how you repay me?"

"I said, stop."

"No."

"Y/n." He closes his eyes, breathing deeply.

"No, Yoongi. I'm sick of this. You don't get to waltz in here and treat me like shit, and then tell me to stop making you feel things. Did you ever consider how much it hurt, being nice, when all I wanted to do was slap you and kick you out? The last time I trusted someone enough to let them live with me was four years ago. You know how that ended." His eyes snap open. "It ended with me wanting to jump off of the nearest bridge. Fuck you."

"Stop it," He growled. I chuckled lowly.

"Stop what? Finally telling you how much of an ass you are?"

"Stop trying to get inside my head. Don't do it again." He steps towards me, making me step back. I raise my hand to slap him, but he catches my wrist before my hand makes contact. He slams me against the wall and leans down, his breath hot against my ear. "It's dark in there."

"I guess I'll just have to take a torch then." I reply, my smirk laced in my words. I try to wrench my wrist from Yoongi's grip but he holds on tight and drops his face to my neck. It's his turn to smirk.

"Wanna try that again, kitten?" His voice is still low and gravelly, but this time the reason is different. He lifts his head. His eyes are hooded and filled with lust. They soften, and his grip weakens. "Please." He murmurs, dropping his gaze.

"Please what?" I ask softly.

"Please kiss me." He looks me in the eyes, desperation filling them. I've never seen him beg like this, or look so helpless. My resolve melts away and I carefully cup his cheeks with my hands. I tilt my head up and connect our lips. I'm gentle and soft at first, but the kiss soon becomes quick and lustful and ever so sinful. "Jump." He catches me, large hands cradling my thighs as he carries me upstairs.

A/N: ah fuck. i give up with this lot. i've lost and now im gonna go cry happy tears because they make the pain hurt a lot less. who needs ice cream after a break up when you have bts?

Thanks to xMidnightSunlightx for proofreading this for me <3