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Helo everyone, samara here.
Today, we will be celebrating
Yoongi’s birthday with a quiz!
We hope you enjoy!
And make sure to write down your answers for the end!
lesgedit ⁀➷
1. In what year did Yoongi make gifts for fans on his birthday?
a) 2014
b) 2013
c) 2015
2. If you were invited to Yoongi’s next birthday party, what would you bring as a present?
a) A printed/handmade trophy (awooONGI)
b) His son shooky):
c) A birthday card and some money (rich :eyes: )
d) A hand to hold
3. In Run Ep. 23 Yoongi said his son Holly can do which of the following?
a) Nap very well
b) Hold hands
c) B-boying
4. Yoongi is known for being;
a) A savage
b) A softy
c) A cutie
d) All of the above
5. What was his underground rapper name?
a) Agust d
b) Gloss
c) Holly
6. What is his hometown?
a) Seoul
b) Busan
c) Daegu
7. If you had the chance to, what would you rob from him?
a) rolex duh :eyes:
b) s, u, g rings 👁 :lips: 👁
c) his heart :pensive: 🤙🏻
1. What meme is this zoomed into?
2. What meme is this zoomed into?
1. Where is this from?
me opening an album photo book for the first time
2. Where is this from?
look at him drAg
3. Where is this from?
I know this isn't really yoongi on his own but it's funynynrjen
Thats all for questions
answers;
1. A=2
2. a=37, b=23, c=12, d=40
3. C=2
4. D=2
5. B=2
6. C=2
7. A=15, B=30, C=25
1. 1 =2
2. 3 =4
1. Run Ep. 66 =10
2. Vlive 9/11/18 =10
3. Vlive 2/16/19 =10
with how many points you've gotten,
your story result will show your
relationship with yoongo :pensive: 🤙🏻
these are long, but very well written!
thank you Mars !
r e s u l t s ;
73-80 points
His voice echoes and resounds through the empty room. His lips curve up and he gives you a goofy grin. You have never seen him so happy before. You smile back at him as you check out your surroundings. He puts one hand on his hip and the other dangling by his side. He walks around and surveys the room. Deep in thought he doesn’t notice when you wrap your arms around his torso and hug him.
“What are you thinking about Mr. Min Yoongi. Hm?” You ask him.
As if coming back to reality he jolts a little as your voice hits his ears.
He smiles slightly and answers your question.” I am thinking about what colour to paint this room”
“Let’s go with blue. Like the sky” you whisper and kiss his shoulder.
“How about yellow? Like the sun?” he turns his head partially, while still caged in your arms.
“How about blue and yellow?” you ask.
He thinks for a moment and nods. You give a little squeeze to express your agreement. He turns around to face you. You can see the excitement building up in his eyes. It makes him look more beautiful and handsome. He puts an arm over your shoulder and pulls you in for a kiss. Its gentle and sweet just like the spring day outside. You let yourself go into the kiss and pull him in by his shirt and deepen the kiss. He gives a guttural groan and you have to pull away because it sounds funny. You laugh and he watches you, trying to control his smile.
If anyone were to see how Min Yoongi behaves in private with you they would not believe their eyes. He is too soft to be the Min Yoongi they know. He caters to your every whim and fantasy just to see you smile because to him you are the single most important person in his life. He isn’t romantic in the conventional sense, but he is romantic in his own unique way. He would lay the world bare in front of you if he could. But he stays content with bringing you joy by doing little things like writing he loves you on little post-its and leaving them around the house. He says I love you in a thousand different ways but never through words because it is more meaningful. He brings you your favourite flowers every Sunday, brings you dinner in bed when you come home dead tired. That’s how he loves you. Not through words but through actions.
He is smitten with you, but no one knows it. And if anyone else were to see him in this moment they would not trust their eyes. But you can because he is kind, and gentle, and exceptionally loving. He is the total opposite of what he projects himself to be. All you can see in his eyes and in his actions is pure, and innocent love.
“Princess” he mumbles as he looks at you with warmth and love. Surprised by his sudden change of demeanour your eyes widen in response. There is certain look in his eyes as if he is up to something. The corners of lips are curved just enough for him to look mischievous. You pull your head back to take a better look at him. You furrow your brows in utter confusion.
“Are you okay?” you ask him
He shrugs. “Why?”
“Its just you never call me that. You are still Min Yoongi. Not as “cold” or aloof but you are Yoongi.”
“Yes, that I am” he whispers as he nuzzles his nose into your neck and wraps his arms tightly around your waist. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, in hesitant movements. He picks you up and spins you around.
“Yoongi. What’s wrong?” you ask with concern lacing your voice.
“Nothing. Can’t I show you I love you?” he asks
“Yes, you can but you are acting weird” you say as he starts swaying you side to side in his arms.
“Is that right princess?” he says as he keeps spinning with you.
“Yoongi I’m getting dizzy. We’re gonna both-“
As I was about to finish my sentence we both lose our balance and fall flat on the floor. You hear Yoongi laugh making you realise you were right about him being up to something!
“You did this on purpose!!” You whine, rubbing your arm.
“You were too serious I had to do something. Sorry if I hurt you… princess.” He softly smiles.
“Please stop!” You say covering your cheeks to prevent him from seeing how red they get every time he calls you princess.
“I hope you always let me paint you rosy like this.” He whispers poking your cheek.
90-100 points
“Come on honey, eat your fruits,” you tried for the nth time, but your son refused to even look at the fruits in the container you’d packed for him. You sighed and closed the lid again, the were about to walk through those doors any minute and you were sat here, before the chaos, stuck with your own miniature version of trouble who was currently throwing a tantrum over you removing his game from him.
It was getting late and you’d be busy for a while in just a few minutes, so you’d wanted to make sure Sungwoo had eaten the packed lunch you brought him before letting him be absorbed back into his gaming but with the way he was behaving you were sceptical of whether you should give the device back at all.
You dropped your head to the leather seat cushion beside your son in defeat and heaved another sigh out. Just then the doors opened, and several new voices entered the room.
Perfect timing.
You stood up to greet the boys in a more professional manner and by the time you stood from your bow you noticed your son had ran to the last member of the group and had clung to his legs.
“Yoongi hyung!” The man easily lifted your son up and gave him a smile.
“Hey little guy, how’s it going?”
“Not good. Mommy’s being mean to me, she won’t let me play my game,” he pointed accusingly to you with a pout and you closed your eyes briefly before nearing the pair.
Knowing the dynamics of you and your son’s relationship for long enough Yoongi already knew that that wasn’t the whole story. He knew you only ever wanted what was best for your son but since you weren’t the ‘cool parent’ like his dad got to be he’d grown to dislike you a little.
“He won’t eat his fruits from his packed lunch,” you explained and Yoongi must have sensed your readiness to give up radiating off of you in waves because he mouthed the words ‘let me handle it’ before carrying your son to his makeup chair and setting him on his lap so they could face each other.
“Isn’t mommy mean, hyung?” Sungwoo crossed his arms over his chest and you simply shook off his hurtful words while picking out a makeup wipe to cleanse Yoongi’s already flawless skin and prepare it for the makeup you were about to apply.
“I happen to think your mommy is one of the coolest people in the world,” he told your son as if you weren’t right beside him and you didn’t have to try to hide the surprised look on your face as you worked.
“You’re just saying that because she doesn’t take away your toys.”
“Oh, she has before, trust me,” Yoongi chuckled and you found yourself letting out an amused breath, you knew exactly what memories he was about to bring out next. “When your mommy and I first met we were just starting out in the music industry. I would sit in her chair with my face down, using my phone to write lyrics just before going on stage. If it wasn’t for your mommy taking my phone away and scolding me to try to clear my mind before performing I don’t think I would be anywhere near as good on stage as I am now.”
Your son huffed, and you leaned closer to apply some powder underneath Yoongi’s eyes. He met yours for a long while and a smile slowly started to creep onto his lips.
“I’m your favourite right, Sungwoo?” The boy nodded, he loved Yoongi and wanted to be like him the most out of all the . “So, you want to be just like me, right? Well when I was little, and my mommy would pack me lunches the first thing I’d eat was my fruits,” while he had Sungwoo’s full attention he signalled with his hand for you to give him the box and you did so discreetly. “I think they’re delicious.”
You watched your son’s eyes light up when Yoongi made it appear as though he’d magically transported the box into his hands. It almost made you giggle but you didn’t want to ruin the moment.
“But since you don’t want it I guess I’ll have to have them all and grow even bigger and stronger and you’ll have to keep your noodle arms little guy,” he coaxed the boy into thinking it was his own idea to eat the fruits and to your astonishment it worked.
“No! I want to eat them they’re mine,” your son begged for his once loathed snacks back and Yoongi was only too happy to them to him and watch him scoff down the slices of strawberries, banana’s and grapes. You looked at him through the mirror and mouthed a ‘thank you’ as you styled his naturally beautifully styled locks.
‘I’d only do this for you,’ he mouthed back, and you gave him a shy smile before returning to the task at hand.
101-109 points
You were sick, and very uncomfortable.
Your throat was killing you; nothing tasted good, it was uncomfortable to swallow, uncomfortable to even breathe.
You had a fleeting thought that it might just be better to die... Yup, you'd decided: sickness is death.
So you started to whine: long, obnoxious, high pitched whines, if only to try and take your mind off of the extreme uncomfortableness of your throat--and also to audibly let the world know of your current distress.
Yoongi, apparently, had had enough.
"Would you please stop with the whining." He grit out from across the kitchen table.
You momentarily paused your whines to say, "That's not what you were saying last night." And then proceeded to aggressively blow your nose.
Yoongi rolled his eyes; he loved you, really, but the you were a baby when it came to having a cold.
"Have you at least taken something for it??"
You gave him a deadpan look, "I've taken half our medicine cabinet by now; I'm probably more drugged up than the time at Hobi's halloween party last year."
That was the most you had spoken all day; you swallowed, winced in discomfort, and groaned.
Yoongi gave a snort, "You weren't "drugged up", you guys took a "line" of crushed Smarties and got hyper off the sugar rush."
"Same thing to me," you grumbled. You sniffed aggressively (everything you did was aggressive when you were sick, you wanted the sickness to feel your wrath) at the snot you had felt slowly sliding out of your nose, only to have it all go down your throat instead. Big mistake, you thought, swallowing disgustedly. You threw your head down on the table in defeat.
Yoongi took pity on you, "Will you drink some tea if I make it for you?" He asked softly.
You lifted your head to stare at him with woeful eyes and nodded.
Yoongi felt his heart go soft, even in sickness, you were still so damn cute.
He got up to make the tea while you sniffled and blew your nose some more; not five minutes later, Yoongi was back with a mug in hand.
"Thanks," you croaked as you took the mug into your hands and sipped tentatively.
"Good?" Yoongi asked.
"Mhmmh,"
"Just keep drinking that, it'll be good for your throat."
You paused your sipping to look at Yoongi with a smirk, "Oh so now you're concerned about me?"
"Heyyy!" Yoongi yelped, eyes wide. He should have known no sickness could stop your sarcastic comments.
"Seriously??" He asked, sighing.
You chuckled, though your face scrunched up immediately afterward.
"It won't even let me laugh in peaaccee," you whined as you hastily drank some more tea.
"It," Yoongi repeated to himself, amused.
"It doesn't deserve a name." you spat out, eyes narrowing in contempt at your sickness.
"Fair enough,"
The tea he had made for you was making your throat feel a bit better, though it made your nose run double time. A couple minutes later, you had pulled out the last tissue from the box, staring at it dejectedly.
"I gotta go get more tissues." You said--or tried to, but it was more a slur of words due to your now stuffy nose.
It. Wouldn't. Let. You. Rest.
Yoongi watched you leave on your quest for tissues with concern; he hated watching you being sick. He wished he could somehow convince the sickness to leave you and contaminate him instead. At least then he wouldn't have to watch you in this state of distress and not be able to do much about it.
It had taken a bit too long for you to find more tissues, considering Yoongi knew there was another box in the living room not far away. He walked to the living room to find said tissue box, but no you.
"Uh, where are you?" He called. There was no reply. Yoongi made his way to your shared bedroom.
"Are yo--" He stopped short when he saw you sprawled across their bed, a wad of tissues in one hand, your nose red from the constant blowing. You seemed to be... sleeping??
"That was... fast." Yoongi mumbled to himself. He walked over to maneuver you into a more comfortable sleeping position, propping the pillows under your head and pulling the covers up over you.
Sleep is good, Yoongi thought, at least then he wouldn't have to hear you whining all the time.
No, but it was more than that, Yoongi wanted you to get better. Sickness isn't fun for anyone involved.
"Get well soon, baby." Yoongi called softly as he ran a hand through your hair. You shifted in your sleep, sniffling once more.
Still, so cute, Yoongi thought, and left you to sleep.
110+ points
Yoongi is your next-door neighbour and acquaintance. Every night, right at 11:11 pm he plays La vie en Rose on his piano. The sound of the music drifts through the thin walls every night, enveloping you in warmth, and making your heart flutter at how beautifully the piece is played. The sound washes over you in waves and soothes away the stress of the day. You snuggle onto the couch, close your eyes and listen to the man play. A smile stretches across your lips, and you sigh in contentment.
You sit in the cocoon of his music and let it comfort you. Your smile grows, as he picks up the tempo. Euphoria is the only way you can describe it. You have the sudden urge to see him, but the hunger and the greed of listening to him play so beautifully stops you. Your ecstasy is short lived because a knock interrupts your thoughts. You open your eyes slowly and look at the door wondering who it could be. You hope its him because you want to meet him. You drag your feet across the floor and open the door.
A man with a boxy smile stands in front of you. Hi he says. You mumble a hi as well.
“I just came by to apologize because I never realized until a few minutes ago that my music could really be disturbing you in the midst of the night” he scratches the back of his neck as he looks at the floor.
“Do you want to come in?”
He looks up at you with wide eyes. After a moment’s pause he nods.
“Would that be okay?” he asks to ensure if you are comfortable with that.
“Absolutely” you smile at him and make way to let him in.
He steps in and looks around your kept small apartment.
“Very clean” he says as he scans the small room and rubs his hands together.
You chuckle and nod.
“Make yourself comfortable. Would you like something to drink Yoongi?” You ask politely.
“Coffee?”
“Yea sure. Just give me a few minutes” you say and take your leave towards the kitchen to prepare two mugs of coffee.
Yoongi stays glued to his spot on the couch. He looks around again as he had done before. His eyes fall on a notebook sitting on the table. The edges were rough, and the leather was wearing out. He strokes the spine of the book and opens it up. He lands on a page with lyrics written on it. He reads them and smiles to himself.
You come back with the tray on which 2 colourful mugs of coffee are placed. You position the tray in front of him. You hand him a mug and sit across from him on the loveseat. For a while no one says anything. Curiosity takes the best of you and you ask him.
“How long have you been playing?”
“Quite a long time. Its my first love” he smiles warmly.
Its the kind of genuine smile that makes one want to smile too despite of being a stranger and not privy to the secrets and stories the other holds.
“What about you? How long have you been writing?” he questions with genuine interest.
You shake your head. “Oh no those words you read are not mine.”
His face contorts into a confused expression
“It’s actually the English lyrics of the song you play every night” you smile.
He chuckles in amusement.
He leans in, places his elbows on his knees and s his hands in front of him.
“I heard it once, on tv and I fell in love”
You nod your head. “Are you some secret musical genius?” You joke. He shrugs in response and silence befalls for a moment, until your words cut through.
“But why always at the same time?”
“Because I heard wishes come true at 11:11” he replies.
Now it was your turn to feel confused.
“You see, she wishes to be with him, to see him and for him to hold her. She is in love with him. Thats what La Vie En Rose is about. I thought maybe her wish might come true if I play it at the magical time of 11:11 pm” he begins to explain.
You don’t understand what he means, but you continue along with it anyway. “What wish are we speaking of and how would her wish come true if you play it?”
“Her wish is for him to love her too and if she listens to me play she might know that he feels the same way” he smiles as he fixes his gaze upon you.
You narrow your eyes and tilt your head in confusion.
Yoongi watches you in amusement. He sees your eyes wander around, giving away the many questions running through your mind. You lock eyes with him for a split second and realization dawns on you. As he sees your eyes widen, the smile on his face grows causing the corners of his eyes to crinkle.
“I know” he says.
“How?” You ask
“I have noticed you. I have seen the look in your eyes. That’s why I played it. To tell you I feel the same. But you didn’t understand.” he gazes into your eyes. Your mind wanders back to your days in college.
You had always liked Yoongi. He was in all of your classes. He always used to sit by himself, with a notebook in his hands and a smile upon his face, as his hands wrote down the words he couldn’t say. One day, you found the notebook that he carried with him. In it you found beautifully penned lyrics, written by him. It made you like him more because of all the mysteries he held. You wanted to become privy to all his secrets. Even the darkest of them. You wanted to know who the boy behind the shy smile was. He intrigued you in ways you couldn’t have ever imagined. Thinking back upon it now, you reading La Vie En Rose in his notebook.
You are brought back to the present moment by his surprisingly booming voice.
“I don’t understand Yoongi.”
“I know you don’t. I didn’t make it very easy for you to understand”
“La Vie En Rose” he says and makes his way over to you. “It means life in pink. It means seeing things in a rosy way because of love. Completely unrealistic and idiotic. Isn’t that what love is?” He crouches down in front of you.
You both smile at each other. His smile reaches his eyes, and it makes your heart flutter. He rises up, bends to your height, and kisses your cheek softly. He then kisses your other cheek with gentleness. “La Vie En Rose” he whispers. Your eyes close instinctively as his breath tickling your skin.
“I like you” he smiles as he ghosts over your lips. He then places a short kiss, not even enough to be considered a peck. But your stomach flips as his lips touch yours. La Vie En Rose you think.
You finally understand the meaning of it all. If hearing him play felt euphoric, the feelings you felt now were beyond measure.
The boy you had always liked, told you in the most grandiosely messy and complicated way that he likes you too. But it’s beautiful, and poetic and dream like. You wouldn’t have it any other way.
Your wish came true. Eventually.
again, thank you mars!♡
I hope you all had an amazing day!
happy birthday yoongi
and goodbye everyone uwu
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