bts oneshots

yoongi x reader

"Do whatever the fuck you want. I don't care." He spat harshly towards you. It was like a knife slowly being stabbed into you and twisting repeatedly into your organs. You loved him. You loved Min Yoongi so much that you would do anything just to make him proud.

"I told you, I didn't cheat on you." You talked back in a calm, soft manner. You didn't want to cause an argument but you already assumed you had and so you didn't want to make anything worse. It was just a matter of time that you had to tell the truth.

"Then tell me why the fucking hell you have a bloody hickey on you!" He shouted, causing you to flinch at his tone. All you did was keep silent, being stuck in a dilemma between whether to say something or to hold it in for another day. Yoongi took it the wrong way and tutted. "I knew it. You come home late every night smelling like someone else. Liar!"

"Yoongi." You called his name, blinking at a rapid speed to hide away the tears threatening you. "... I-I can't tell you." He gave you a questioning look, full of pure anger and bullshit coming out from both of yours' mouths.

"Why?" He asked. "Do you not trust me anymore? Am I that unworthy to you? What happened to our relationship? Does it mean anything to you?" All these rhetorical questions had got you thinking with your head spinning constantly at no end. You felt pity and shame crawling up your spine and that is when you finally left the house with just your phone and nothing else.

The truth was ever since you became a model, you were forced with these dirty actions. Strangers repeatedly nibbling on your neck for the photoshoot and there was no way you could just say a simple "no". It was horrible but you received lots of money compared to your other jobs and so that was the only reason you didn't want to quit. You were lucky that Yoongi hasn't seen the magazines in stores currently with men, and a few women, touching you up and clinging onto you. If he did, Yoongi would come home full of sexual fustration, forcing you to quit your job and only spend time with him. It wasn't all bad but he'd be locking you in your shared bedroom and only feeding you as if you were a peasant in the olden times.

You received missed calls and unread texts from him, which obviously you ignored. The rain was pouring down quicker than you realised and so you were getting drenched rapidly. There was nothing to protect you; no shelter, no umbrellas, no jacket. Your surroundings were empty, nothing to be seen except damp green fields and trees, and all you wanted to be is snuggled up in Yoongi's arms infront of a fire, though you knew that was impossible at the moment. You wanted to make things right somehow, but you just don't know how and how your husband would react.

A few of hours later after a few drinks at a pub, you arrived home later than what Yoongi would allow you to. It had just turned past 1am as you walked through the door. Yoongi was resting carelessly on the couch with no blanket nor no pillow and with just his mobile laying on the floor. You sighed softly. He must've been waiting for you, you thought to yourself. Just as you were about to kiss goodnight to the male, a hand grabbed you, pulling you closer to him.

"Mm... Your fragrance. Just the way I like it." He moaned aloud, holding you close. His heart rate was getting higher but yours was even higher. His actions had surprised you, gasping you for air. He wasn't aggressive but he also wasn't calm. Almost like as if he was a strict adult. "Don't ever leave me like that, (Y/N). Tell me the truth because I get so insecure to even think of losing you."

You nodded in his chest in which Yoongi smiled in return. "In the morning." You whispered. "Get some rest." In the end, you both slept in the bedroom, cuddling and teasing eachother under the covers by playing with eachothers' hair or copying eachother's actions. It was quite hilarious but you soon was able to close your eyes after Yoongi could.