of white mistletoe and insomniac mixtape for kang seulgi
of white mistletoe and insomniac mixtape for kang seulgi
suga/seulgi
pg, au, 2 438w
yoongi dreams of sunrises and kang seulgi in his awaken winter nights.
» this is from my winter collection in aff. this is ultimately a crack pairing but suga/seulgi is a wonderful crackship, i could say. they could look lovely if they ever interacted with each other.
Yoongi’s long fingers keep drumming on the windowsill of his bedroom, producing out a quiet enthralling cadence and he might have come out with new rhythms for his upcoming mixtape.
It’s almost dawn when he’s too immersed within his observance whenever insomnia gets in the way which solely has been the reason for his already existed dark circles around the eyes and also, he attains a quite number of inspirations throughout the sleepless welkin of Seoul city and him.
His left cheek is propped lazily on one of his hands with his elbows slouch on the sill, lips humming along to some unfamiliar tune (could be one of his songs in the making) and head bobs to the left and right following the harmony. Eyes wander around the dawning of the rising sun and slowly, the skyline traces silhouette at the brink of his eyelashes as they blink in somnolence.
Seoul is snowed already and he still doesn’t feel the cold is being such a bother to him, yet. Once the sun almost reached the horizon, he turns his sight away as the sunbeams could barely run through inside his room. The mattress squeaks as he bounces up with his feet touched the wooden floor. He almost flinched because of the sudden appall and the cold somehow manages to bother him now, already.
He drags his feet lazily, straight to his makeshift kitchen and he tries to start his morning with a mug of black coffee, like usual.
His eyes look up to the ceiling as if it has interesting thing on it and he’s not a very patient person to wait for his kettle to boil. Fingers continue to drum again, the cabinet is kind of steely and the horrible beats don’t seem to sync along with his hums.
Somewhat in a sudden lapse, he wonders will he always stay like this. Will there something change? Or he just doesn’t want to let anything around him to change?
The kettle screeches and a sorrow sigh escapes from his lips.
Well, the cold is seriously getting in his nerve like real bad. His whole body is already stiffening and much worse when his fingers could barely strengthen; frostbite has somehow gets in the way as an early Christmas gift - in which resulting to him on unable to finish a single song composition.
The coffee machine on the first floor of his studio is under maintenance when he’s in a dire need of warmth. He doesn’t think twice before walking out from the building to fetch himself a black coffee and he does regret it a lot because it’s freaking goddamn cold like he couldn’t feel his knees anymore.
Nose is completely red and basically, it gets runny by the time he arrives to a small coffee shop that’s by luck, in just a few blocks away. He rushes to one of the counter to make his order.
“Welcome to Starbucks. What can I have for you?”
To be honest, Yoongi doesn’t really give a care at any strangers that he met through his life because he just simply doesn’t care but this one might be the first that has ever caught his attention.
The one in the counter is a girl. A very pretty one; her eyes are like the shape of almonds, they crinkled into a pair of crescent lines that he thinks they’re quite admirable even with a uniform cap covering her hair and he can find something glimmering inside them. He wonders what it is.
“…..uh, mister, are you okay?”
He quickly shakes his head before scratching his nape awkwardly with a sheepish smile. Wow, that’s pretty embarrassing, Yoongi mentally slaps himself. The girl chuckles and he likes the sound of it even though he thinks that’s kind of creepy but whatever - it’s just nice.
“Rough day, huh? I understand. Maybe, something nice and warm can help. You look like someone who needs caffeine, a strong one, maybe? How about a hot black coffee?”
Her correct guess got Yoongi stunned because is she a psychic? He instantly nods and he doesn’t remember being this nervous in front of pretty girl. The cold is driving him sick, somehow.
“How did you know?”
He asks as casual as he can and the girl lets on a small giggle, “I just know and my, it must be terribly cold out there. Your nose is all red.”
“Yeah, really. I can’t feel my knees anymore,” he attempts a lame joke and still, the girl laughs with her hand placed over her lips - Yoongi swears that she has one of the prettiest laughs that tingles your heart in a sensible way.
She then presses his order on the cash register before grabbing an empty cup, “what’s your name?”
“Yoongi,” he replies shortly and she scribbles his name on it. Yoongi thinks she’s really adorable when she concentrates to write his name with her tongue pokes slightly out of her lips.
He slides the cash on the counter when she passed his cup to the barista in-charge to make his black coffee.
“Part-timer?”
He decides to have some small talk even though he knows that he’s not that good with it but he wants to at least kill the time to wait for his coffee. He hates waiting. And he’s doing this not because he wants to get know of this pretty cashier. Or maybe, he just doesn’t want to admit it.
“Yeah, trying to save up some money for Christmas. I want to buy something for my parents once it’s enough,” she tilts her head slightly with a small smile and his heart warms up at her thoughtfulness. It’s not easy to find girls who are willing to spend their money on their elderlies instead of shopping for their own.
Once he got his order in his hand, he accidentally lets out a breathy sneeze and he curses all the mothers of winter because it’s giving his head dizzy already.
He lets out a faint smile when he bids goodbye at her (he doesn’t realize how his heart drops when she waves at him) and he almost winced out loud once the cold wind seeps around his limbs by the time he stepped out from the coffee shop.
One step, two steps, three steps - “Wait, Yoongi-ssi.”
He spins his heels around and his eyes light up to see the cashier girl earlier walking to him.
“Here. I hope this could help. Better than nothing, right?”
Without an alarm, she gently wraps an unfamiliar beige woolen muffler around his neck and his eyes widen at how close they are right now - she’s even beautiful in this close-up distance. He’s speechless as she continues to wrap it and slowly, the cold doesn’t tickle his bare neck as much as before. It does make him feel better but the thing is it’s driving his heart insane.
“There,” she beams and takes a step back, looking at him to make sure she done the wrapping right.
“But-,” his word instantly gets cut when she lays a finger out in front of him, “it’s painful to see you struggling with the cold and you can keep it for the time being. I have extra, don’t worry. Take care and see you around, Yoongi-ssi.”
She runs back inside the coffee shop with a bright smile plastered over her lips that has initially kindle Yoongi’s heart in the middle of coffee-dire and frozen knees. He could only raise a hand to wave when she’s out of the sight.
He turns around, walks back to his studio, and sinks his nose deeper into the muffler and it’s enough to make his heart melts with the scent of brewed coffee, pretty smile and her.
(And he does get her name; engraved on the nametag at the left side of her uniform- Seulgi.)
No matter how much Yoongi wants to return her muffler, he is never close to luck when he got a cold for the next four days - excluding him from involving in any outdoor activity. Seokjin nags at how messy his place was, Jimin and Hoseok think it’s outrageous for him to get sick because no matter how bad winter can be, Yoongi will always managed to survive, Taehyung may or may not injured Yoongi’s microwave, Jungkook senses something funny and Namjoon might call this a phenomena call.
(Or maybe, Yoongi is kind of doom when the boys spotted an unfamiliar beige woolen muffler that has a faint scent of brewed coffee and girl on the arm couch. “Yoongi hyung has a girlfriend!” and he groans at the sight of noisy boys and his damaged microwave.)
In which he is not a lucky person after all when he came back to the coffee shop, he was told that Seulgi has already got her leave and she might only come back after Christmas. He wanted to get her number but he shrugs the thought away and gets back to his studio with a slumped heart.
He just wishes that he could see her one more time.
Seulgi doesn’t hate going to the bar but when she’s forced by her dance crew, she has no choice to let herself being dragged by them especially Hoseok who keeps pestering over her with his aegyo, and one drink won’t hurt, right?
The bar, by luck, is less crowded than any day or maybe, it’s kind of cold than any season, people just don’t come here frequently. She doesn’t intend to get herself inebriate when she only ordered coke cider, and head slightly bobs along to the blasting music while she laughs at the sight of Hoseok dancing in a very painful, funny way. Nothing surprises her to see his dance partner all crazy on the dance floor.
“Okay, the moment we all have been waiting for; welcome to the kings!”
The crowd suddenly hollers of excitement, attention to the stage and she wonders what is going on right now, “look, Seul! There’ll be a rap battle between the kings! One of them is my friend; the one with the blonde hair.”
Hoseok slides next to her, enthusiastically points out at one of the rappers on the makeshift stage, and her eyes instantly widen when they trails at the familiar person that by coincidence is Hoseok’s friend.
“Isn’t that……”
She’s right, that’s him; Yoongi. He raps along with the sick beat and she couldn’t say anything but she’s completely impressed even though she’s not really a fan of hip-hop.
But most of all, she doesn’t realize how captivating he was when he shines on stage, enough to make her heart skips a beat in the amidst of blaring unrecognizable hip-hop beats and the crowd’s rowdy holler.
It’s a piece of moment when he could see her among the sea of swarming human from the stage and somehow, he begins to believe in destiny.
Yoongi doesn’t remember when he starts getting close to her. Was it since the day he met her for the second time and he sent her home because she’s alone and all of her friends were really drunk to even accompany her? Maybe, that time.
Everyone realizes how Yoongi starts to let her walk across the boundaries that he’s been building around him without even his realization.
“So, you’re going back to Daegu for Christmas?”
Her question got him tensed out of sudden. It’s been likely a week since she comes and spends her time in his studio after whenever she’s free. Yoongi usually likes doing work alone but it feels much better when she’s around. She would just sit at the couch at the back quietly, doodling things in her sketchbook. She’s really good with drawing and it’s no surprise when she takes animation as her elective subject.
Seulgi realizes how his head dips lower when she mentions her question earlier. Her eyebrows droop and she feels bad if she said something that might hurt his feelings.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbles of guilty but he simply shakes his head before darting at her. She looks adorable when she thinks she has done something wrong like a little child.
His hand reaches over to ruffle her hair in a fond way, trying to make her feel better, “hey, that’s okay. Don’t be sorry. I just don’t know if I should go home or not.”
And Yoongi doesn’t really tell secrets of himself to anyone even to his closest friends but this could be the first.
He tells her how his dad has always disapproved his dream of making music. He says his father doesn’t understand him and Yoongi doesn’t understand his father either.
Tears slowly make their trails down his cheeks and he doesn’t realize it until she cups her hands over his face, gently wiping them off with her thumbs as if he’s fragile like a glass. He tries to look away from her because he feels embarrassed with himself. He thought he’s strong but he’s wrong - he’s still a human.
“That’s okay. At least you know why you’re here,” she whispers when she wraps him in her arms and soothes him as she tells him that it’s okay - everything is going to be fine.
And he believes her.
She pulls him by the muffler he’s wearing into a kiss under the white mistletoe on the door of his studio (clearly Hoseok was the one who hung it) but Yoongi doesn’t say that he hates it when her lips taste like cherry pie, melted snowflakes and only her.
“Promise me that you’ll go home and see your father on Christmas,” Yoongi know it’s hard for him but now or never, she’s right; he needs to. He’s just afraid of changes but he knows; he can’t stay like this forever.
He hugs her tightly in the middle of the bustling platform and he hates saying goodbye. She pulls away before kissing him, chaste on the lips and he feels lightheaded in the inside like how she kissed him for the first time.
“I’ll see you soon,” she says softly when her train to Gyeonggi was announced to arrive in ten minutes. He sighs and his hands let her go with a heavy heart. Not before he slips something in her hand.
“What’s this?” She asks with a curious smile when he gave her a thumb-drive.
“Listen to it whenever you miss me,” his lips form a lopsided grin and Seulgi thinks that won't be hard because she’ll miss him all the time.
It’s a mixtape - a collection of songs that he wrote for her whenever he can’t sleep in the wintry nights; because of insomnia and her.
suga/seulgi
pg, au, 2 438w
yoongi dreams of sunrises and kang seulgi in his awaken winter nights.
» this is from my winter collection in aff. this is ultimately a crack pairing but suga/seulgi is a wonderful crackship, i could say. they could look lovely if they ever interacted with each other.
Yoongi’s long fingers keep drumming on the windowsill of his bedroom, producing out a quiet enthralling cadence and he might have come out with new rhythms for his upcoming mixtape.
It’s almost dawn when he’s too immersed within his observance whenever insomnia gets in the way which solely has been the reason for his already existed dark circles around the eyes and also, he attains a quite number of inspirations throughout the sleepless welkin of Seoul city and him.
His left cheek is propped lazily on one of his hands with his elbows slouch on the sill, lips humming along to some unfamiliar tune (could be one of his songs in the making) and head bobs to the left and right following the harmony. Eyes wander around the dawning of the rising sun and slowly, the skyline traces silhouette at the brink of his eyelashes as they blink in somnolence.
Seoul is snowed already and he still doesn’t feel the cold is being such a bother to him, yet. Once the sun almost reached the horizon, he turns his sight away as the sunbeams could barely run through inside his room. The mattress squeaks as he bounces up with his feet touched the wooden floor. He almost flinched because of the sudden appall and the cold somehow manages to bother him now, already.
He drags his feet lazily, straight to his makeshift kitchen and he tries to start his morning with a mug of black coffee, like usual.
His eyes look up to the ceiling as if it has interesting thing on it and he’s not a very patient person to wait for his kettle to boil. Fingers continue to drum again, the cabinet is kind of steely and the horrible beats don’t seem to sync along with his hums.
Somewhat in a sudden lapse, he wonders will he always stay like this. Will there something change? Or he just doesn’t want to let anything around him to change?
The kettle screeches and a sorrow sigh escapes from his lips.
Well, the cold is seriously getting in his nerve like real bad. His whole body is already stiffening and much worse when his fingers could barely strengthen; frostbite has somehow gets in the way as an early Christmas gift - in which resulting to him on unable to finish a single song composition.
The coffee machine on the first floor of his studio is under maintenance when he’s in a dire need of warmth. He doesn’t think twice before walking out from the building to fetch himself a black coffee and he does regret it a lot because it’s freaking goddamn cold like he couldn’t feel his knees anymore.
Nose is completely red and basically, it gets runny by the time he arrives to a small coffee shop that’s by luck, in just a few blocks away. He rushes to one of the counter to make his order.
“Welcome to Starbucks. What can I have for you?”
To be honest, Yoongi doesn’t really give a care at any strangers that he met through his life because he just simply doesn’t care but this one might be the first that has ever caught his attention.
The one in the counter is a girl. A very pretty one; her eyes are like the shape of almonds, they crinkled into a pair of crescent lines that he thinks they’re quite admirable even with a uniform cap covering her hair and he can find something glimmering inside them. He wonders what it is.
“…..uh, mister, are you okay?”
He quickly shakes his head before scratching his nape awkwardly with a sheepish smile. Wow, that’s pretty embarrassing, Yoongi mentally slaps himself. The girl chuckles and he likes the sound of it even though he thinks that’s kind of creepy but whatever - it’s just nice.
“Rough day, huh? I understand. Maybe, something nice and warm can help. You look like someone who needs caffeine, a strong one, maybe? How about a hot black coffee?”
Her correct guess got Yoongi stunned because is she a psychic? He instantly nods and he doesn’t remember being this nervous in front of pretty girl. The cold is driving him sick, somehow.
“How did you know?”
He asks as casual as he can and the girl lets on a small giggle, “I just know and my, it must be terribly cold out there. Your nose is all red.”
“Yeah, really. I can’t feel my knees anymore,” he attempts a lame joke and still, the girl laughs with her hand placed over her lips - Yoongi swears that she has one of the prettiest laughs that tingles your heart in a sensible way.
She then presses his order on the cash register before grabbing an empty cup, “what’s your name?”
“Yoongi,” he replies shortly and she scribbles his name on it. Yoongi thinks she’s really adorable when she concentrates to write his name with her tongue pokes slightly out of her lips.
He slides the cash on the counter when she passed his cup to the barista in-charge to make his black coffee.
“Part-timer?”
He decides to have some small talk even though he knows that he’s not that good with it but he wants to at least kill the time to wait for his coffee. He hates waiting. And he’s doing this not because he wants to get know of this pretty cashier. Or maybe, he just doesn’t want to admit it.
“Yeah, trying to save up some money for Christmas. I want to buy something for my parents once it’s enough,” she tilts her head slightly with a small smile and his heart warms up at her thoughtfulness. It’s not easy to find girls who are willing to spend their money on their elderlies instead of shopping for their own.
Once he got his order in his hand, he accidentally lets out a breathy sneeze and he curses all the mothers of winter because it’s giving his head dizzy already.
He lets out a faint smile when he bids goodbye at her (he doesn’t realize how his heart drops when she waves at him) and he almost winced out loud once the cold wind seeps around his limbs by the time he stepped out from the coffee shop.
One step, two steps, three steps - “Wait, Yoongi-ssi.”
He spins his heels around and his eyes light up to see the cashier girl earlier walking to him.
“Here. I hope this could help. Better than nothing, right?”
Without an alarm, she gently wraps an unfamiliar beige woolen muffler around his neck and his eyes widen at how close they are right now - she’s even beautiful in this close-up distance. He’s speechless as she continues to wrap it and slowly, the cold doesn’t tickle his bare neck as much as before. It does make him feel better but the thing is it’s driving his heart insane.
“There,” she beams and takes a step back, looking at him to make sure she done the wrapping right.
“But-,” his word instantly gets cut when she lays a finger out in front of him, “it’s painful to see you struggling with the cold and you can keep it for the time being. I have extra, don’t worry. Take care and see you around, Yoongi-ssi.”
She runs back inside the coffee shop with a bright smile plastered over her lips that has initially kindle Yoongi’s heart in the middle of coffee-dire and frozen knees. He could only raise a hand to wave when she’s out of the sight.
He turns around, walks back to his studio, and sinks his nose deeper into the muffler and it’s enough to make his heart melts with the scent of brewed coffee, pretty smile and her.
(And he does get her name; engraved on the nametag at the left side of her uniform- Seulgi.)
No matter how much Yoongi wants to return her muffler, he is never close to luck when he got a cold for the next four days - excluding him from involving in any outdoor activity. Seokjin nags at how messy his place was, Jimin and Hoseok think it’s outrageous for him to get sick because no matter how bad winter can be, Yoongi will always managed to survive, Taehyung may or may not injured Yoongi’s microwave, Jungkook senses something funny and Namjoon might call this a phenomena call.
(Or maybe, Yoongi is kind of doom when the boys spotted an unfamiliar beige woolen muffler that has a faint scent of brewed coffee and girl on the arm couch. “Yoongi hyung has a girlfriend!” and he groans at the sight of noisy boys and his damaged microwave.)
In which he is not a lucky person after all when he came back to the coffee shop, he was told that Seulgi has already got her leave and she might only come back after Christmas. He wanted to get her number but he shrugs the thought away and gets back to his studio with a slumped heart.
He just wishes that he could see her one more time.
Seulgi doesn’t hate going to the bar but when she’s forced by her dance crew, she has no choice to let herself being dragged by them especially Hoseok who keeps pestering over her with his aegyo, and one drink won’t hurt, right?
The bar, by luck, is less crowded than any day or maybe, it’s kind of cold than any season, people just don’t come here frequently. She doesn’t intend to get herself inebriate when she only ordered coke cider, and head slightly bobs along to the blasting music while she laughs at the sight of Hoseok dancing in a very painful, funny way. Nothing surprises her to see his dance partner all crazy on the dance floor.
“Okay, the moment we all have been waiting for; welcome to the kings!”
The crowd suddenly hollers of excitement, attention to the stage and she wonders what is going on right now, “look, Seul! There’ll be a rap battle between the kings! One of them is my friend; the one with the blonde hair.”
Hoseok slides next to her, enthusiastically points out at one of the rappers on the makeshift stage, and her eyes instantly widen when they trails at the familiar person that by coincidence is Hoseok’s friend.
“Isn’t that……”
She’s right, that’s him; Yoongi. He raps along with the sick beat and she couldn’t say anything but she’s completely impressed even though she’s not really a fan of hip-hop.
But most of all, she doesn’t realize how captivating he was when he shines on stage, enough to make her heart skips a beat in the amidst of blaring unrecognizable hip-hop beats and the crowd’s rowdy holler.
It’s a piece of moment when he could see her among the sea of swarming human from the stage and somehow, he begins to believe in destiny.
Yoongi doesn’t remember when he starts getting close to her. Was it since the day he met her for the second time and he sent her home because she’s alone and all of her friends were really drunk to even accompany her? Maybe, that time.
Everyone realizes how Yoongi starts to let her walk across the boundaries that he’s been building around him without even his realization.
“So, you’re going back to Daegu for Christmas?”
Her question got him tensed out of sudden. It’s been likely a week since she comes and spends her time in his studio after whenever she’s free. Yoongi usually likes doing work alone but it feels much better when she’s around. She would just sit at the couch at the back quietly, doodling things in her sketchbook. She’s really good with drawing and it’s no surprise when she takes animation as her elective subject.
Seulgi realizes how his head dips lower when she mentions her question earlier. Her eyebrows droop and she feels bad if she said something that might hurt his feelings.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbles of guilty but he simply shakes his head before darting at her. She looks adorable when she thinks she has done something wrong like a little child.
His hand reaches over to ruffle her hair in a fond way, trying to make her feel better, “hey, that’s okay. Don’t be sorry. I just don’t know if I should go home or not.”
And Yoongi doesn’t really tell secrets of himself to anyone even to his closest friends but this could be the first.
He tells her how his dad has always disapproved his dream of making music. He says his father doesn’t understand him and Yoongi doesn’t understand his father either.
Tears slowly make their trails down his cheeks and he doesn’t realize it until she cups her hands over his face, gently wiping them off with her thumbs as if he’s fragile like a glass. He tries to look away from her because he feels embarrassed with himself. He thought he’s strong but he’s wrong - he’s still a human.
“That’s okay. At least you know why you’re here,” she whispers when she wraps him in her arms and soothes him as she tells him that it’s okay - everything is going to be fine.
And he believes her.
She pulls him by the muffler he’s wearing into a kiss under the white mistletoe on the door of his studio (clearly Hoseok was the one who hung it) but Yoongi doesn’t say that he hates it when her lips taste like cherry pie, melted snowflakes and only her.
“Promise me that you’ll go home and see your father on Christmas,” Yoongi know it’s hard for him but now or never, she’s right; he needs to. He’s just afraid of changes but he knows; he can’t stay like this forever.
He hugs her tightly in the middle of the bustling platform and he hates saying goodbye. She pulls away before kissing him, chaste on the lips and he feels lightheaded in the inside like how she kissed him for the first time.
“I’ll see you soon,” she says softly when her train to Gyeonggi was announced to arrive in ten minutes. He sighs and his hands let her go with a heavy heart. Not before he slips something in her hand.
“What’s this?” She asks with a curious smile when he gave her a thumb-drive.
“Listen to it whenever you miss me,” his lips form a lopsided grin and Seulgi thinks that won't be hard because she’ll miss him all the time.
It’s a mixtape - a collection of songs that he wrote for her whenever he can’t sleep in the wintry nights; because of insomnia and her.