#yoongi drabbles

[ 12:23PM ] “You did what?” Yoongi asked again from the other line.

You did a cautious glance around you, careful not to make your voice too loud before you answer his inquiry since you were afraid that potential nosy co-workers will be able to eavesdrop. “I put a picture of the two of us.”

“Where?”

“Beside my monitor.”

“With only you and me?”

“Yeah.”

He didn’t speak for about three seconds, causing you to think of all the possible worst scenarios that could bloom from your confession in that short amount of time. “What picture?”

You cleared your throat. “In the steak house this year.”

Ah, the ever so famous steak house picture. When you uploaded that on your IG account, specifically as a story, you got a bunch of replies from mutuals, all asking if you and Yoongi were finally dating after being close friends for God knows how long. You couldn’t blame them for thinking in such a way, considering that your smiles in the photo were too big to not be suspicious of—not to mention your heads too that were pressed together as you sat side by side, actually waiting for your other high school friends to arrive in the restaurant you planned to meet in. Some may even argue that your arms were linked beneath the view of the camera or perhaps your hands were intertwined.

“____—”

“It’s just a repellant,” you assured him immediately before he could protest.

“Huh?”

“A repellant,” you inhaled, “you know… like something to keep other people’s noses in my business. They just keep on setting me up with this one guy in the other department, Yoon. I couldn’t help it!” you practically hissed the last part, finally standing up and walking away from your desk to have some privacy.

“So, basically, what you’re saying is—you’re using me as a cover-up boyfriend?”

You pursed your lips. “Yeah, basically.”

He snorted at the ridiculousness of your actions. “Why me? You could have chosen Taehyung. The both of you would look more convincing.”

“Taehyung’s seeing someone. I wouldn’t want to cause complications in case this backfires.”

“And you didn’t think that would happen with me too?”

“Well, it’s not like you’re seeing anyone as well,” you reasoned. “I mean, you aren’t, are you?”

“Nope.”

“See? How could you anyways? You’re a freaking surgeon. You have no social life.”

“Uh, of course, I still have a social life?“

“Just because you see inpatients almost everyday via appointments doesn’t mean you have a social life.”

Yoongi laughed, a low kind of one that inevitably makes a grin appear on your lips. “Keep that attitude up and I’ll break up with you.”

You raised your eyebrows at the retort, intrigued by his fast agreeableness. “Wait a minute, does that mean you’re okay with this?”

“With the whole fake boyfriend stuff?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Yeah, sure. It’s just a picture.”

“And also fake relationship stories—just a heads up.”

You could see how he might have rolled his eyes at that statement despite only hearing his voice from the phone. “Okay, whatever, use me all you want.”

You squealed, visibly jumping and swaying side by side in giddiness. “Really?”

“Sure. Ruin all of my chances of ever dating someone.”

“Come on, it’s just going to be for the meantime—”

“I’m kidding.” He cut you off with a snort. “Dating is out of the picture too with my hectic schedule. So, do whatever you have to do.”

“For real?” you exclaimed again.

He laughed at your reaction. “Yes, ____.”

“Ah, I owe you so much, Yoon!”

He fondly made a sound of approval. “Treat me to dinner later for the first installment of your payment. I have some spare time.”

“Alright. I’ll treat you to anywhere you want!”

“I’m going to hold onto that.” He chuckled. “Anyways, is that all you called me for? I have to attend a conference in a few minutes.”

“Yup. That’s all.”

“Okay. See you later then.”

You nodded, the big grin still on your features. “See you. Looking forward to it.”

Yoongi hummed in a soft manner before hanging up.

As you began to stride back to your workstation, happy because of the success of your plan to convince him to agree in being your cover-up boyfriend, you walked past Jihye, one of your said nosy co-workers who seemed like she overheard a part of your conversation, smiling at you.

“Was that your boyfriend?” she asked.

You placed your phone back inside your pocket, a new type of giddiness erupting inside your chest. “Yeah.”

“Ooh, are you two having a date?”

You nodded in a seemingly proud fashion. “It’s just dinner.”

“Still, I’m jealous.” She sighed dreamily and teasingly at you, causing you to chuckle while she went on with her agenda before stopping by to engage in small talk.

You stayed in your spot longer than intended, thinking about the events that may happen because of your desperation to not be linked to that other person in the office—but you didn’t really care, to be honest, knowing that if it was going to be Yoongi, everything was going to flow smoother than reckoned.

At least, that’s what you thought.

note. just a very short drabble inspired by a scene in yumi’s cell ! hehe

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Pairing:Min Yoongi / Reader.

Genre: Celestial!Yoongi and Fluff.

Prompt:Sometimes, being a fallen star is a heavy burden, especially when their sole purpose is to grant wishes. Such a thing is beyond his control now.

The hardest part about being a fallen star, a granter of wishes to the one person in the entire universe that he is completely and utterly infatuated with is watching her do precisely that when his feet are planted on the earth she once watched him from, a human being holding the remnants of what he once was, lacking what he was capable of doing. It is the worst, observing her lips purse in the way they would before she whispers a strong hope, a desire that trickles passion through her veins, a wish dancing on the tip of her tongue until the pinch in her brow defines a soft crease against her skin, her eyes flicking conspicuously across the room to where he sits, gazes, another thin blade of defeat gliding ice through his heart while she feebly attempts to pick up her falling expression.

“I am luckier having you here in my arms than watching you shine up there,” she would always murmur against the dip of his throat, or when the lobe of his ear was tucked between her teeth. “I am so, so lucky.”

Though that sight, the image of realisation arising like a sunless dawn upon her features, dark and desolate, banishes her comfort from his thoughts, makes her touch run bone cold across his skin.

She arrives home today with an envelope weighing lead in her palms, an expression of sick concern twirling about her irises as she approaches his relaxed posture upon the suede sofa. The insignia of her college is embellished in the top left corner, making his stomach stir with that urge, that obscene desire to press luck into her pores, between her teeth, underneath her nails, though he internally deflates yet again at the remembrance of knowing he cannot. All because of his selfish desire to live through to the end of his days with her.

“Yoongi. Kiss me.”

In spite of himself, Yoongi blinks in a slight daze of confusion, resting his chin upon her shoulder and drawing gentle fingers up her tensed spine. “Kiss you?”

Tilting her chin to look at him, he melts a little at the humour that replaces the hint of worry, her rosy lips a mere inch from his, and he is already running his tongue over the lower of his own.

“Kiss me,” she murmurs again, though she is the one to cross the short distance, dipping down to catch his mouth against her own in soft embrace. At that, Yoongi can feel the familiar prickle of gooseflesh rising up the nape of his neck that insinuates the dim glow of his hair and limbs, enticed by the taste of her as she parts her mouth just that little bit wider, encouraging him to deepen the indulgence of faint peppermint that laces her breath, cinnamon, laving over his tongue in a delight that has inauspicious nausea that wracked his frame just moments ago dispersing entirely. Rather, focusing on curling his fingers underneath the plush skin of her thighs, lifting her until she rests upon his lap.

The muffled tearing of paper goes unnoticed by his hearing, pinching his brow as he concentrates on the sensation of her satin lip between his teeth that draws a velvety moan from her lungs until she is placing a palm against his chest, separating them and ultimately leaving him with a dull frustration. There, as he sweeps his thumbs over the rose petals that bloom on her cheeks, tucking delicate flyaway strands behind her ears, her eyes skim the now open document, unfolded between their laps, the corners fluttering with the nervous shake of her fingers. But then, a gasp is stuck in her throat, a palm flying up to her lips and Yoongi swears to every entity in this universe that there is nothing more beautiful than the sight of her elation, wide-eyed and wondrous, lips pulling into a gorgeous smile behind her fingers.

“I-I got into the program,” she stammers in a breath, dropping her hand so she can cup his jaw, resting her forehead against his own. “Oh my god, I really got in!”

Speechless, all Yoongi can think to do is crush her against his chest, holding her so tight that neither of them can barely breathe but such a thing struggles to occur when they are within distance of each other anyhow, forever having their air taken away by love. His lips pull into a smile so wide it hurts, planting kisses among the roots of her hair, rocking their entwined bodies when her shoulders shake with quiet tears, drowning in her own euphoria.

“I’m so proud of you,” He whispers right against her ear, kissing there. “So, so proud.”

Untucking herself from beneath his chin, she hastily wipes at her teary eyes, pressing her mouth to his own for the briefest of moments. “You know, this is thanks to you know. Your kisses are full of luck.”

But Yoongi shakes his head. Because no, no, this was not his doing at all, not in the slightest. Taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger, he dusts his lips against her cheeks, nose, whispering words that settle on her flushed skin with the truth.

“No, baby. This one was all you.”

Pairing:Min Yoongi / Reader.

Genre:Celestial!Yoongi. Fluff.

Prompt:When you are not too fond of the dark, though it helps when you have a boyfriend who glows like Christmas when you kiss him.

This is the third blackout of the night, and to say that it is beginning to bother you is a slight understatement. Not because such a matter means you literally cannot see the study notes that you are reviewing, and not even because it means the kettle is useless, thus making another coffee for however long the third bout of lights out will last completely out of the question.

No, it is more to do with the fact that you are not overly fond of the dark.

As the lamp upon your desk flickers and dims, lifeless, you hear the television that Yoongi is most likely not paying much attention to cut out as well. The apartment falls uncomfortably silent, save for the slight shuffle of the Celestial man on the couch, adjusting his limbs while he lightly naps. For the past ten minutes of your revisal, you had been wishing to go out and join him, curl into his side and forget about your studies, rather focusing on mapping the tiny constellations that dust his cheeks–

Hold on.

“Yoongi,” You tentatively call into the shadows that seem to curl towards you, flicking their black tongues and making you inch closer to your desk in an attempt to escape.

There is a grunt, followed by a few light thumps of the soles of his feet before a much larger one sounds, banging from his hip, which encourages a string of soft cusses in Celestial. Only a moment later is he by your side, already having seen him through the dark once he entered the room with his sprinkle of glittering, silver freckles slowly making their way towards you. He stands beside your swivel chair, spinning you so that he can grab your hands and hum a light yes?

“Come here,” Your voice almost sounds like a whine, quiet and desperate, making him chuckle gently before he allows you to bend him down and connect your lips.

Short and sweet, utterly delightful nonetheless. He tastes of the hot coffee he had been sipping on for the past hour, warm as he brushes the tip of your tongue with his own before he is pulling back with a reluctance that closes over your throat, lightly pecking you once before completely retreating. Now, he faintly glows, dimly illuminating your pout at the loss of contact.

“Satisfied?” Yoongi hums, standing straight, stretching his arms above his head after the spine twisting position.

“No, not yet,” You get to your feet then, fingers weaving into the cotton of his shirt and pulling him into you once more.

The kiss, this time, is much more fervent, mouths parting wide, his hands slipping beneath your thighs to place you atop the desk. You draw him close, ankles locking behind his knees, claiming him as your own when your teeth mark his lower lip in a bite that elicits a growl from the depths of his lungs. Although your closed eyes, succumbed to your personal shadows, light begins to bleed into your lids, prying at your lashes until you finally open them to find the boy almost completely illuminated by a dull glow that shimmers alike the stars against the blanket of night, trapped beneath his skin, hidden in his bones.

He seems to sense you staring by the grin that he now kisses, opening his eyes, at last, to narrow them at the questionable expression upon your features. You look accomplished, satisfied – winner, winner chicken dinner.

“Wait,” Yoongi mutters, drawing back from your mouth, entirely glaring. “Did you only want me to kiss you so I would light up like a goddamn Christmas tree?”

You do not even need to respond, your face completely giving you away within an instant. Laughter bubbles in place of your voice, spilling into your lap as Yoongi hangs his glowing head back and groans loudly. Then, without further warning, he bends his knees so that he can lift you up and off the desk with a shriek, slinging your torso over his shoulder.

“You want me to light up this whole damn house, human?” He calls back to you, trooping your bodies towards the bedroom. “Then I fucking will!”

Pairing:Min Yoongi / Reader.

Genre: Celestial!Yoongi and Fluff.

Prompt: The one thing that the stars never learn is how to kiss one another. So Yoongi is lucky that you are a very good teacher.

Yoongi, with silver eyes of starlight gazing right at your pouting, rosy lips, frowns. He has you perched on his lap, his tiny human, looking utterly adorable and he is completely defenceless yet-

“I don’t understand how.”

A combination of a sigh and a groan rolls from your throat, fingers weaving through his glittering locks, smiling at the way he nuzzles into your palm like a feline. “Come on, I am sure you have seen me do it before.”

He gets grumpy at that, instantly retreating from your caressing hands to send you a scowl. Woops. “Yeah, plenty of times. I am sure you are quite the expert now.”

“Jealous?” You grin, swooping in and pressing a delicate kiss to the stars that dot his cheeks. They shine brighter, encouraging him to look away in a fluster and you swear that you can feel your heart melt in the slightest. “Oh come on Yoongi, if I am such a master at it, then I am sure I can guide you just fine.”

The Celestial remains silent for a moment before finally obliging, because you had been right, definitely goddamn correct when you asked if he had ever wanted to kiss you. Thousands of times, absolutely millions. He had watched you from the nebulas above as you would accomplish anything, as you would sit and cry, as you would smile at the night with an expression of hope and every single time, he had just wanted to lace his light around your waist and kiss you entirely senseless. 

Then, he was only a star strung up in space, incapable of doing such a thing. But now, in a human body that he claims to despise but is quietly grateful for because it means he can touch, hold, kiss you – he cannot even bring himself to do it, simply since he does not know how.

“Fine, fine,” Yoongi breathes, straightening his back with a newfound determination. He leans forward and quickly dusts his lips against your own, pretty and light and shooting electricity up your spine. The briefest of touches already makes you both feel utterly dizzy, drunk with exhilaration. “There, see. Are we good now?”

“Nope,” You hum, cradling his jaw with gentle palms. “You did it wrong.”

Then, you are the one to lean in, shaping your mouths together. Yoongi freezes entirely for a moment and you patiently wait, your lips simply resting against his before he is softening like clay, warming beneath your touch and relenting to the delightful sensation that is your tongue meekly gliding across the rosy flesh of his mouth, teeth following in suit as they lightly nibble the flesh. He moans softly into you then, wrapping his very human arms around your very human waist in order to have you closer, deepening the kiss to his desire, tasting every sweet, delicious crevice of you. Kissing him feels like gliding through galaxies, stepping on stars, swimming through nebulas, and you simply cannot get enough of it.

When the pair of you finally separate, catching your breath, you notice that his skin is shimmering as if sprinkled with star dust, his silver hair softly floating with the illumination, dancing in the air. He appears completely dazed with his gently swollen mouth, the shine of glass that glimmers against his iron eyes, intoxicated by the way you drew love from his lips with your own, evoked it with the flick of your tongue.

A quiet chuckle escapes you, sweeping the pad of your thumb over the tiny constellations that flicker in freckles across his blushing cheeks. “Yoongi, you are glowing.”

And in return, he smiles, closes the distance between you both once again. There is no hesitation, this time, his voice low and loving as it slips against the grooves of your lips.

“So are you.”

Pairing:Min Yoongi / Reader.

Genre:Celestial!Yoongi. Fluff.

Prompt:When you discuss a time of your life when Yoongi was still a star, and he interjects with a memory of you from when you were younger, though he has still not told you yet of the fact that he has watched over you since you were born.

The kitchen is overwhelmed by the mouthwatering aroma of roast beef, steaming away while you continue to marinate vegetables in olive oil and herbs, tossing them in a tray to join the sizzling meat in the oven. Yoongi, all the while, follows you at the heels like a lost puppy, watching with amusement and interest as you cook for the pair of you, showing him how to cut an onion, peel a carrot. In the meantime, you speak of a past that he knows all too well about after having watched over you since you were a little baby, but that is something you are still yet to learn. You only know that he had granted your wishes, sprinkled you with pinches of luck, not that he had clapped his hands in a nebula when you took your first steps, had watched you through happiness and hardships.

“God, my parents were close to putting me up for adoption at that age,” You sigh, continuing your story about how you were the definition of Satan at the age of four, embodied in little limbs and a constant scowl. “If I was not having a tantrum at the centre of a supermarket, I was either breaking something or wreaking havoc into the sunset.”

Yoongi chuckles, leaning against the counter and staring up at the splintering cracks in the ceiling, recalling the fond memory. “I remember that you were a tiny storm. But although you made yourself out to be the reincarnation of the devil himself, your parents still loved you.”

At that, you halt the process of wiping your hands on the tea towel, instead staring at your silver haired boy with sudden scrutiny, eyebrows pinching together. Realising what he just accidentally spilled, Yoongi snaps his eyes away from the plaster and averts his gaze to you, wide like a deer caught in headlights.

You place your hands on your hips and he tries to not laugh at how ironic the posture is, resembling the child of the story you were only just sharing. “How do you know that?”

“What?”

“What did you just say?”

“Nothing.”

“Yoongi!”

He pinches your side as a method of distraction, making you yelp and bat him away with a floundering hand, a pretty pout forming on your lips that he wants to kiss. So he does, a much more efficient procedure to take your mind off the reminiscence that had fallen from his tongue, the memories he supposedly should know nothing of.

“Yoongi,” You groan into his mouth, feebly attempting to push his roaming hands away. “Confess your sins.”

“Right now,” He grins, flicking open the button of your jeans and quickly unzipping them. “I am sinning right now, little human.”

You should stop him, attempt to weasel the truth out of the stardust boy. But when he is touching you like that, making you quite literally see galaxies painted across the backs of your eyelids, oh – how could you ever hold him back?

Pairing:Min Yoongi / Reader.

Genre:Celestial!Yoongi. Fluff.

Prompt:When you do something adorable and it has Yoongi absolutely glowing with happiness, because that is what stars do, is it not?

Sleep is a foreign concept to a man who once never laid his head to rest, forever wide-eyed and watching a girl immerse herself in an activity that held her in a world of dreaming for hours on end. It takes Yoongi some time to adjust, finding that his human body gradually becomes weighted with lethargy once a full day has stretched by, encouraging him to climb between crisp white sheets and you, wrapping his limbs around your cosy warmth and the aroma of lavender that would come from his nose nestling into your neck. But although it were a newfound luxury that he had thoroughly started to adore indulging in, he often found that watching you sleep was more rewarding than closing his own eyes.

The sunlight this morning catches your skin ethereally, painting it with golden glow and rather making you appear as the celestial. Your lips are softly pouted, dried out roses that puff patient exhalations of air in time with the gentle rise and fall of your chest. An occasional stir grapples your limbs, has your fingers curling feebly through the air, thighs shifting against one another and nudging your knees to his own. You look so beautiful, his human, with hair tangled in braids of sleep, spread across the pillow like a storm that he finds himself wishing to be lost in, consumed by.

As though he were thinking too loudly, disturbing your slumber, your lashes start to peel lethargically apart. Only half awake, your glazed, bleary eyes find him before your spine arches in a stretch, coming down into an adorable yawn.

“Yoongi…” You mumble, rubbing the heel of your palm into your sleepy eye before you bring it up to his cheek, smoothing your thumb across the brightly shimmering freckles that are splayed there. “You are shining brighter than the sun, and it’s only eight in the morning.”

What you had thickly spoke was true, for his skin is glimmering a beautiful shade of silver, his stardust hair glowing, the strands drifting slightly in the still air. He smiles down at you, and even his pearl white teeth seem to shine, basking you in an ethereal light that has you drawing your limbs closer, pressing your torso against his own, allowing the speckles of stars to rest in the dip of your neck. Mouth still wide in a grin, he exhales warmth, raising tiny mountains up your throat and encouraging you to wrap your arms loosely around your star turned human boy.

“Am I not allowed to be happy at eight in the morning?”

Pairing: Yoongi x f!reader

Genre: A whole lot of fluff, soft Yoongi, 13+

Warnings: Some cuss words and Yoongi being a lovesick puppy

Word Count: 3.7k (wow that’s the longest one shot I’ve ever written)

Summary:It’s your birthday and Yoongi doesn’t know what to get you. He has a huge crush on you and he wants everything to be perfect.

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Your birthday was tomorrow. You knew it, your best friend knew, the boys knew it, Yoongi knew it. How could Yoongi forget one of the most important days of the year? Well, it wasn’t as important as everyone was hyping it up to be, but it was for Yoongi. Especially because he had the biggest crush on you since Jimin introduced you to him and the others over a year ago. And he was going to use this day to finally tell you how he felt, using the advice Jimin gave him.

The only problem was, he didn’t know what gift to get you. You were supposed to be meeting up at their dorm tomorrow afternoon so they could celebrate with you and Minah, one out of two of your best friends, and he still had no idea what to buy.

Even as he stood in the middle of the shopping mall about a mile from the dorm, he was clueless and running out of time. So he did what he thought of as a last resort and dialed a number.

The boy on the other line answered with a tired ‘Hello?’, making it clear to Yoongi that he had just woken up from a nap. “Jimin-ah, I need your help.”

“Are you trying to find a gift for Y/N but you have no idea what to get her so you’re calling me to see if I can give you an idea of what to buy since I’m her best friend and I know her better than she knows herself?” That left Yoongi speechless.

Jimin knew of the older boy’s crush on you, hell, all the boys did. Even Minah, who was also one of the densest people in all of Korea, knew. Everyone could tell by the way Yoongi’s mood would lift every time you walked into the room, his obvious attempts of getting closer to you on movie nights, spending hours in his studio showing you songs he’d been working on, even letting you hear him sing after he swore he didn’t have the ability to. And when you told him you loved his songs and his voice, he felt his heart do a backflip in his chest. But somehow, you didn’t notice.

“How the fuck did you know that?” Jimin rolled his eyes so hard, Yoongi could practically hear it.

“You’re so easy to read when it comes to her, hyung.” The Busan boy sighed, sitting up in his bed once he realized he wasn’t getting any more sleep. “You already know Y/N’s really into photography, and I just happen to know her camera just broke. She needs a new one.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened, wondering to himself how he didn’t think of that before. “Thanks Jiminie, I owe you.” Jimin mumbled a simple ‘hell yeah you do’ and hung up the phone, but not without reminding Yoongi how much he loved him. The older male externally gagged, but internally smiled.

He knew you would never accept a brand new camera from him, but he was going to force you to take it, since he knew how much photography meant to you. He couldn’t live with himself if he knew you couldn’t do the thing you loved, and that he had a way to help. So he walked into Best Buy and made a beeline to the camera section. He knew absolutely nothing about cameras, but he was lucky to have a worker show him the best one for taking 4K pictures. Yoongi thought you’d really like an upgrade from your previous camera, which was kinda crappy considering that you got it for cheap.

Oh yeah, Yoongi thought, Y/N is definitely going to kill me. The boy, who usually kept his feelings to himself, found himself smiling at the thought of what your reaction would be. You’d definitely give him the worst death glare you could muster up, but he knew you would be actually trying your hardest not to cry. So as he swiped his credit card in the card reader, his excitement to give you this gift only grew.

Yoongi sat at his desk later that night, ignoring the calls of all the boys and their questioning of the bag he had in his hands. He pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, getting to work on the second half of his gift for you.

Meanwhile, you were laying on Minah’s bed while staring up at the ceiling, your best friend sitting on her desk chair. You had no idea what she was doing, but you didn’t question it. Everyone seemed to be keeping something from you lately. First, Minah begged you to sleep over, then you caught her talking to Jimin on the phone about god knows what. Now, she was telling you that the two of you were going over to the boys’ dorm because she forgot her favorite sweater there.

You fished your phone out of your pocket and texted the only person you thought you could get information out of.

If Hoseok didn’t know anything, that means they probably kept him out of it. He was probably the worst liar you had ever met, he couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. But you dropped the subject as soon as Minah stood up from her desk chair. She gestured for you to move over so she could get in the bed too. Back in Busan, you, Minah, and Jimin had been sleeping in the same bed since you all were in diapers, so this wasn’t weird at all to either of you.

“Minah?” You spoke in a soft voice, causing the girl to turn to look at you.

“What’s up?”

You bit your lip, thinking for a second. “What if everyone forgot my birthday? The only person that has said anything about it was Hoseok.”

Minah had to keep herself from smiling. “I’m sure everyone remembers, there’s still a half hour until your actual birthday. Don’t worry, okay?”

You took her word for it, trying your best to calm your racing thoughts. For the next half hour, you and Minah talked about memories you both had from middle school, including the time the two of you drew all over Jimin’s face in middle school when he fell asleep in class. He was still holding a grudge against the two of you for that.

Before you knew it, the alarm clock on Minah’s bedside read twelve am.

Minah jumped up and wrapped her arms around you, screaming ‘happy birthday!’ so loudly in your ear that you were sure her neighbors heard her. You laughed, the girl’s strength knocking you down on the bed while you hugged her back.

“Thank you, now get off of me!” As soon as she did, your phone rang. It was your parents calling you from Busan to wish you a happy birthday. You thanked them, making sure to tell them that you were gonna visit soon before you hung up. Other than that, you had no more calls. Not even from the person you wanted to call you the most, Yoongi.

Everyone knew about your crush on Yoongi, the two of you were really bad at hiding your feelings. But apparently you weren’t, because neither you nor Yoongi knew how the other felt.

Every time you hung out with him and the boys, you always found yourself smiling more than usual whenever he talked to you. And the moments you two spent in his studio listening to a song he wanted to show you only made your stomach fill with butterflies. He seemed to get you more than anyone else did, not even Minah and Jimin. You also couldn’t forget how gentle he always was with you, despite what people have said about him having a cold exterior. Whenever you had a movie night with the boys, Yoongi would always end up sitting next to you, even sharing his blanket with you when you got cold. He’d scold you whenever he caught you speaking badly about yourself, telling you never to do that again. Whenever you were upset and needed comfort, he always let you call him no matter what time of night it was. You couldn’t help but fall for him, which is why you felt disappointed when you didn’t get a text or call from him at midnight.

Your lips turned down in a small frown, but Minah didn’t notice. Instead, she explained that the two of you should sleep so you could go to the boys’ dorm early in the afternoon. You turned onto your side, pulling the covers over your shoulder as you closed your eyes and let sleep take over you.

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You woke up to the sound of a higher pitched male voice singing happy birthday. As your eyes opened, you noticed it was Jimin singing to you while holding a cupcake with a single candle in it, Minah smiling widely behind him. They gave you a second to sit up in Minah’s bed, a wide smile taking over your features. You closed your eyes, making a single wish before blowing out the candle on the cupcake Jimin was holding out for you. He set it on the nightstand, allowing you to jump into your best friend’s arms and thank him profusely. Jimin’s arms picked you up and lifted you off of the bed, spinning you around once before setting you down on the floor.

“Happy birthday, loser.” You laughed, reaching up to ruffle the boy’s hair.

“Yah, that’s noona to you.” You honestly didn’t care about honorifics, but you did it just to tease Jimin about your one year age difference like you always did. He rolled his eyes, pushing your hand away from him while you laughed even more.

“Now go brush your teeth and put on something nice after you shower, you stink.” Minah pushed you towards her bathroom, leaving you confused. If you guys were only going to the dorm to pick up her sweater, why did you need to wear something nice? At this point you learned not to question anything Minah said, so you just went along with it and started getting ready.

About an hour later, you were dressed in a black skirt and a matching black blouse that you found in Minah’s closet after you forgot your clothes at your house. All you did to your hair was brush it out and style it a little, but you liked the way the wavy style looked on you. Once you stepped out of the room, you found Jimin and Minah whispering about something, with Jimin briefly looking down at his phone.

After you cleared your throat to get their attention, they turned to look at you.

“Perfect, let’s go.” Jimin grabbed your hand and brought you over to the door, telling you to put on the black low top vans you came in before leading you and Minah to his car. Throughout the entire car ride to Bangtan’s apartment building, Minah kept bouncing excitedly in her seat. Jimin on the other hand, kept telling her to stop before he threw her out of his porsche.

Soon enough, the three of you arrived at the building, making your way up the familiar elevator before walking down the hall. You were about to put in the code to the front door before Jimin slid in front of you so he could do it himself. What a child.

He sent a quick text from his phone before putting in the door code. The lights were off inside the big apartment, and you wondered where the boys were. Were they all out and Jimin was the first one home? Dismissing the thought, you took your shoes off at the entrance and put on the slippers the boys got you a few months into your friendship with them. You were about to start looking for Minah’s sweater until all of a sudden, the lights turned on and six boys jumped up screaming.

“Surprise!” You would’ve fell on your ass if it wasn’t for Minah who caught you from behind, everyone laughing at your reaction. All around you were balloons and streamers in an array of colors, the entire living area of the dorm looking festive.

You started tearing up, your hand fanning your eyes as you looked around at the seven boys – plus Minah – that planned this surprise party for you.

“You guys did all of this for me?” They all nodded, all of them running over to hug you before you could burst into tears. You hugged all of them individually, each boy wishing you a happy birthday. Hoseok came up to you, wrapping his arms around you in a friendly hug. Aside from Jimin, Hoseok was the next boy you considered as one of your closest friends in Bangtan.

“I swear, Y/N, I didn’t know anything about this until an hour ago.” You laughed, hugging the boy tightly.

Next was Yoongi. He walked up to you with a smile on his face, holding his arms out for a hug. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his wrapped around your waist, your heart doing backflips and somersaults in your chest.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call you to say happy birthday at midnight, they took my phone so I couldn’t contact you and ruin the surprise,” He spoke, his lips right next to your ear making his soft voice send shivers through your body. You hugged him for a second longer than the other boys before pulling back from the hug.

“It’s okay, I wasn’t worried.” That was a lie, but you decided that Yoongi didn’t need to know that.

The two of you walked over to the living room where the rest of the party was, your body immediately taking a seat next to Seokjin when he offered you one of the switch remotes to play Mario Kart with him.

That’s how the party went for the next few hours. A Mario Kart tournament between you and your eight friends took up a lot of the time, but you ended up beating everyone. You knew all of them had let you win, because there was no way you could beat Seokjin, Jungkook, AND Taehyung. But you didn’t mind, you got a crown made out of paper as your prize.

At last, it was gift opening time. Everyone sat on the living room floor, letting you use the couch as your throne as you opened each gift.

“I told you guys not to get me anything.” You whined, earning a bunch of comments from the peanut gallery to shut up and open your gifts.

So that’s what you did, starting with a gift from Jungkook. He got you the new pair of vans you’ve been wanting and were telling him about last week. Taehyung got you a gucci necktie to match his, Hoseok got you a pin that says ‘I <3 New Zealand’ from when they visited the year before (which you laughed at), Seokjin got you an Eevee plushie to match his, Namjoon got you a copy of the book he was reading which you asked him for a while ago, and Jimin got you a signed cd of his single ‘Promise’. After each of the boys gave you their gifts, you hugged each of them and made sure to tell them how much you really liked everything.

Then Yoongi gave you his. It was in a wrapped box and it felt heavy. You prayed that he didn’t get you something expensive, after you specifically told everyone not to buy you anything expensive. But you carefully opened it anyway, the wrapping paper revealing the box of a brand new Canon camera. A chorus of surprised sounds came from everyone, your eyes widening while looking down at the box. This camera was a huge upgrade from the shitty one you had before, which broke after some random guy bumped into you while you were taking pictures one day.

“Min Yoongi, I’m gonna kill you.” You mustered the best death glare you could give him. If looks could kill, the boy would be six feet under by now.

“Well I’m not taking it back, and there’s no refunds or returns so you have to accept it.” He wore a smug smile on his face that you wanted so badly to wipe off completely. You would definitely murder him in his sleep later.

You set the box down next to you and sighed in defeat, going over to hug him too.

“Thank you, it really means a lot to me.” Your voice was soft as you thanked him, and you could feel him smile against your cheek. You were about to go back to your seat when Yoongi stopped you.

“Actually, there’s something else I have for you,” He looked around at the curious eyes of everyone staring up at him, “in private.”

This set off another chorus of ‘woah’s from all of the boys, Minah only snickering in the corner. After telling them all to shut up, Yoongi stood and gestured for you to follow him to his room. You stood and followed closely behind him, ignoring the stares you felt on the back of your head.

Yoongi led you into his room and closed the door behind him so you two would have privacy. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, wondering why he brought you here.

“So I kinda wrote you a small note, and I didn’t want you to read it in front of everyone so I brought you here.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, handing it to you with red cheeks. You didn’t know how to react except for responding with a small ‘thank you’ before opening the note.

Dear Y/N,

I kinda feel like an idiot writing this letter to you, but I didn’t know how else to tell you. Okay I’m just gonna say it, I like you. Like really like you. I like spending time with you, whether it’s with the boys or alone, I like showing you the songs I’m working on, I like when you sit close to me on movie nights, I like when you smile and literally light up any room you walk into, I like how little strands of your hair fall into your eyes and you don’t even notice it, I like the way your dimples pop out every time you smile, I like everything about you. I really like the way I feel when I’m around you, like I get this tingly feeling in my stomach and I can feel my heart do little flips in my chest, and I just feel really happy when I’m around you. Everything in me just wants to keep you happy, because you look really beautiful when you smile, and your laugh is probably more contagious than Hoseok’s (and that’s saying a lot). My point is, I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve right now and I just wanted to ask you something.

P.S: Look back up at me when you’re done reading this.

You had tears in your eyes by the time you looked back up at a nervous Yoongi, his hands shoved in his front pockets to keep himself from fidgeting with them.

“Now that you know my feelings, will you please be my girlfriend?” Yoongi couldn’t tear his eyes away from yours, not until he heard your answer. Right now, he was giving his heart to you in hopes that you wouldn’t break it. He was revealing a vulnerable side of him that only you got to see, and that he had never shown anyone.

You smiled as a few tears slipped past your eyelids, which made Yoongi immediately go into panic mode.

“Oh shit, did I do something? I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that-“ You cut him off by chuckling lightly, shaking your head.

“Shut up and kiss me, idiot.” Your hands reached up to rest on his cheeks, pulling his face closer to yours until your lips met his. Almost immediately, his hands rested on your waist, pulling your body closer to his.

The kiss lasted a little less than ten seconds before both of you hesitantly pulled back just enough to look at each other’s faces.

“Yes,” You spoke softly, causing a confused look to take over Yoongi’s face. Laughing lightly, you realized he completely forgot about his question. “I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Yoongi smiled his gummy smile that you absolutely adored, his arms wrapping around your waist to hug you again. The size of your smile mirrored his as your hands ran through his hair.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” His head pulled back, leaning down to kiss you again. You broke the kiss after a second, though, much to his dismay.

“As much as I just want to kiss you all night, we have a crowd of people waiting for us outside.” Yoongi whined, only making you laugh more. But you were serious about going back out there, taking hold of his hand and walking back out of his room. The two of you walked hand in hand back to the living room, smiling at all of the surprised faces staring back at you.

“Finally!” Jimin called out, earning himself a slap on the back of the head from Seokjin. But everyone agreed with Jimin’s opinion, congratulating you and Yoongi.

You all decided to end the night with cake and a movie. Everyone called for you to pick the movie while Minah got up to grab the cake in the kitchen, so you picked ‘Toy Story 2’ again. They all started complaining, but you just smiled and pressed play on the screen.

Instead of sitting on the couch like you normally would’ve, you decided to sit on the floor in between Yoongi’s legs, leaning your back against his chest. You felt two strong arms wrap around your waist, looking back to see your now boyfriend looking back down at you with a smile on his face. Making sure no one was looking, you leaned up to quickly kiss his waiting lips before resting your head back on his shoulder, your arms resting on top of his.

This was officially the best birthday ever.