say you remember | 01
idol!minyoongi x writer!reader
SUMMARY: You don’t expect much when your eyes meet his across the café-bar—just a fleeting glance, a moment that should mean nothing. But then there’s another look. And another. Before you know it, you’re tangled up in something that isn’t love, isn’t commitment—just an escape wrapped in late-night encounters and whispered goodbyes.
It’s fine. Until it isn’t.
When feelings start creeping in, you both decide to walk away before things get too complicated. It should have ended there. But fate has other plans. When your friend starts dating Jungkook—his best friend, his bandmate—you find yourself face to face with Yoongi once again.
The past lingers between you, heavy and unresolved. The question is—was it ever really over?
strangers-to-fwb-to-strangers-to-lovers
TRIGGER WARNINGS: dry humping, making out, oral (m. receiving), jerking off, spanking (one time), dick rubbing on oc's face (whoopsie daisy), deep throating, dick spanking on oc's tongue (i'm not sorry, okay?), fingering, painfully angsty love-making, the angstiest smut you're gonna read, finger sucking, dirty talking (brief), usage of nicknames (baby mostly), angst, mutually established parting, feelings (a lot of them, okay?)
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wc: 3,2k // date: 1st of April 2025
CHAPTER ONE — no room for love; happy reading my gummies...
AN: okay, everyone, let’s all collectively GASP because i’m starting a fic with SMUT. i know. i’m just as shocked as you are. but would i be me if i didn’t also make this as devastatingly painful as humanly possible? absolutely not. i hope you get the vibes—this isn’t just about them fucking, okay?? i was focusing on emotions here. the depth. the yearning. the angst. UGH. i genuinely can’t with myself. do y’all like this or what??
now, about the note goal… i have no idea how to set it since this is the first chapter, but since the masterlist has 300 notes, let’s roll with that. 300 notes, and we’re diving straight into chapter two. no delays. no mercy. no survivors.
love you all. MUAHAHAHA (yes, i am laughing evilly. be afraid.)
There’s an eerie kind of quiet that surrounds Yoongi and you.
It’s bound to be comforting—bound to let you interlock each other in a net you can’t fathom to escape from. It’s bound to be a lot of things, but, unfortunately, those things have to stay silent.
Just like the hum of the air spreading around your bodies. It’s raining outside, you notice. You’ve always liked rain—whether it's the scent of trampled, wet grass, or even the husk of the wind during storms, you were always particular about the rain.
But now, the weather pangs on your uneasiness even more. It makes you shift on the couch, Yoongi’s couch, as you try to move your body in a comfortable position—as if this would diffuse the eventual outcome.
Difuse the fact you’re about to lose Yoongi.
