Warnings: none, Yoongi is just a cute lil weirdo and we love him :(
Wordcount:11.5k
a/n: i just wanna say that i love the cat. also, yoongi :(
Levi spends most of his time inside. You give him countless opportunities to venture outside. You even installed his own door in the sunroom, leading into his own outside area. But Levi doesn’t really like to go outside without you. He would have to walk through the high grasses by the sunroom, then cross the gravel path and climb over the logs you put for him. The opportunities to get dirty are too many. So most of the time he stays inside, enjoying the sunshine from his rocking chair in the sunroom. It is his rocking chair and he merely allows you to sit in it, because he cares for you.
Now, even though he loves staying inside, that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love going outside. He just has rules for it. You have to carry him until you have crossed the river and then you have to stay on the paths. That is when he really loves being outside, sniffing at everything he could find and watching the insects buzz past him.
It was a Sunday today. Your tea shop is closed on Sundays, just like every store in your little village. Sundays are your official cat walking days. Unless Levi doesn’t want to join you, then they are simply your walking days. But today Levi wanted to join you, meowing at your feet as you got ready until you picked him up and reached for his leash. “Let’s take a walk Levi, shall we?” you told him and left the house afterwards. “Careful now Levi”, you whispered to him as you passed by the Old House. And Levi narrowed his eyes. He had noticed how nervous you became around the Old House and he didn’t like it because it disturbed his precious morning sunbath.
It has been around three weeks ever since the man from the city, whose name is Min Yoongi, moved into the Old House. You could watch the grey van of the Jeons come to the house two more times. It has been a week ever since their last visit. Since then, a truck with new windows, two vans with grout and concrete and an exterminator came by the house. It seems that the city guy was hell bound on renovating the Old House.
As you passed by the Old House today, the building side was quiet and the city guy was nowhere to be seen.
Warnings: none, Yoongi is just a cute lil weirdo and we love him :(
Wordcount:11.5k
a/n: i just wanna say that i love the cat. also, yoongi :(
Levi spends most of his time inside. You give him countless opportunities to venture outside. You even installed his own door in the sunroom, leading into his own outside area. But Levi doesn’t really like to go outside without you. He would have to walk through the high grasses by the sunroom, then cross the gravel path and climb over the logs you put for him. The opportunities to get dirty are too many. So most of the time he stays inside, enjoying the sunshine from his rocking chair in the sunroom. It is his rocking chair and he merely allows you to sit in it, because he cares for you.
Now, even though he loves staying inside, that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love going outside. He just has rules for it. You have to carry him until you have crossed the river and then you have to stay on the paths. That is when he really loves being outside, sniffing at everything he could find and watching the insects buzz past him.
It was a Sunday today. Your tea shop is closed on Sundays, just like every store in your little village. Sundays are your official cat walking days. Unless Levi doesn’t want to join you, then they are simply your walking days. But today Levi wanted to join you, meowing at your feet as you got ready until you picked him up and reached for his leash. “Let’s take a walk Levi, shall we?” you told him and left the house afterwards. “Careful now Levi”, you whispered to him as you passed by the Old House. And Levi narrowed his eyes. He had noticed how nervous you became around the Old House and he didn’t like it because it disturbed his precious morning sunbath.
It has been around three weeks ever since the man from the city, whose name is Min Yoongi, moved into the Old House. You could watch the grey van of the Jeons come to the house two more times. It has been a week ever since their last visit. Since then, a truck with new windows, two vans with grout and concrete and an exterminator came by the house. It seems that the city guy was hell bound on renovating the Old House.
As you passed by the Old House today, the building side was quiet and the city guy was nowhere to be seen.
Warnings: none, Yoongi is just a cute lil weirdo and we love him :(
Wordcount:11.5k
a/n: i just wanna say that i love the cat. also, yoongi :(
Levi spends most of his time inside. You give him countless opportunities to venture outside. You even installed his own door in the sunroom, leading into his own outside area. But Levi doesn’t really like to go outside without you. He would have to walk through the high grasses by the sunroom, then cross the gravel path and climb over the logs you put for him. The opportunities to get dirty are too many. So most of the time he stays inside, enjoying the sunshine from his rocking chair in the sunroom. It is his rocking chair and he merely allows you to sit in it, because he cares for you.
Now, even though he loves staying inside, that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love going outside. He just has rules for it. You have to carry him until you have crossed the river and then you have to stay on the paths. That is when he really loves being outside, sniffing at everything he could find and watching the insects buzz past him.
It was a Sunday today. Your tea shop is closed on Sundays, just like every store in your little village. Sundays are your official cat walking days. Unless Levi doesn’t want to join you, then they are simply your walking days. But today Levi wanted to join you, meowing at your feet as you got ready until you picked him up and reached for his leash. “Let’s take a walk Levi, shall we?” you told him and left the house afterwards. “Careful now Levi”, you whispered to him as you passed by the Old House. And Levi narrowed his eyes. He had noticed how nervous you became around the Old House and he didn’t like it because it disturbed his precious morning sunbath.
It has been around three weeks ever since the man from the city, whose name is Min Yoongi, moved into the Old House. You could watch the grey van of the Jeons come to the house two more times. It has been a week ever since their last visit. Since then, a truck with new windows, two vans with grout and concrete and an exterminator came by the house. It seems that the city guy was hell bound on renovating the Old House.
As you passed by the Old House today, the building side was quiet and the city guy was nowhere to be seen.
Warnings: none, Yoongi is just a cute lil weirdo and we love him :(
Wordcount:11.5k
a/n: i just wanna say that i love the cat. also, yoongi :(
Levi spends most of his time inside. You give him countless opportunities to venture outside. You even installed his own door in the sunroom, leading into his own outside area. But Levi doesn’t really like to go outside without you. He would have to walk through the high grasses by the sunroom, then cross the gravel path and climb over the logs you put for him. The opportunities to get dirty are too many. So most of the time he stays inside, enjoying the sunshine from his rocking chair in the sunroom. It is his rocking chair and he merely allows you to sit in it, because he cares for you.
Now, even though he loves staying inside, that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love going outside. He just has rules for it. You have to carry him until you have crossed the river and then you have to stay on the paths. That is when he really loves being outside, sniffing at everything he could find and watching the insects buzz past him.
It was a Sunday today. Your tea shop is closed on Sundays, just like every store in your little village. Sundays are your official cat walking days. Unless Levi doesn’t want to join you, then they are simply your walking days. But today Levi wanted to join you, meowing at your feet as you got ready until you picked him up and reached for his leash. “Let’s take a walk Levi, shall we?” you told him and left the house afterwards. “Careful now Levi”, you whispered to him as you passed by the Old House. And Levi narrowed his eyes. He had noticed how nervous you became around the Old House and he didn’t like it because it disturbed his precious morning sunbath.
It has been around three weeks ever since the man from the city, whose name is Min Yoongi, moved into the Old House. You could watch the grey van of the Jeons come to the house two more times. It has been a week ever since their last visit. Since then, a truck with new windows, two vans with grout and concrete and an exterminator came by the house. It seems that the city guy was hell bound on renovating the Old House.
As you passed by the Old House today, the building side was quiet and the city guy was nowhere to be seen.
That was an hour ago and you had long left the Old House behind. You are sitting under an old oak tree, enjoying the sunshine which breaks through the leaves. Levi is dozing on the bench beside you, resting his little head on his paws. Every so often you are stroking through his fur, making him purr contently each time.
“I should have brought some water with me. I’m so thirsty”, you tell him.
Levi’s left ear twitches.
“And we still need to walk all the way back home”, you groan.
It wakes Levi, who raises his head.
“Do you know what I would invent if I had all the resources in the world?”
Levi lowers his head again and closes his eyes.
“A flying chair, or no, better. A flying bed. I would just call it with my remote control and wait until it can pick me up.”
Levi purrs now that you are finally stroking his favourite spot right behind his ear.
“I bet we would be so successful with it. We could get rich Levi”, you look at him, “just imagine all the chicken I could buy you. Or all the plants I could put in the sunroom”, you sigh and lean back on the bench, “yes that would be great.”
Levi decides when you should leave by biting your hand and meowing afterwards. “Fine, geez. Let’s leave.”
He really likes walking with you, especially when you are on your way home again. He likes those walks more because he already knows the path and doesn’t get startled by unexpected surprises. And also because the path leads downhill. Levi, just as you, hates walking uphill.
Today however, he doesn’t like walking home, because despite all his calculations there was an unexpected surprise waiting for him in the form of a brown toy poodle.
“Behave Levi”, you tell him, picking him up. He is a well-behaved cat and would never attack dogs, but one can’t be careful enough. Especially when an unknown dog runs up to you.
Thankfully the brown poodle seems to be nothing but curious, wiggling its little butt and circling you.
“Hello little friend. I see that you are friendly too. Nice to meet you”, you say to the poodle.
The dog tilts its head at you, almost studying your face with its big, brown eyes. It waddles up to you to sniff you. Suddenly as if someone had pressed a button the little poodle starts jumping up your legs excitedly, barking and whimpering whilst wiggling its tail.
You had never seen a dog so excited to see you, not even Mickey greets you like that when you visit Hoseok’s place.
“Wow, hello to you too”, you laugh, squatting down to pet the little guy.
It basically jumps into your arms, licking your face, whilst whimpering. You chuckle, totally surprised to be greeted so heart-warmingly. If you didn’t know any better you would believe that this dog knows you, but that would be silly, you have never seen it in the neighbourhood before. Maybe it just really loves people. How cute.
“Holly! Hey, get off that lady! Holly come here!” a man, and the obvious owner, calls the little poodle, running up to you.
The poodle however doesn’t budge, still whimpering and wiggling in your arms, snuggling its little head into your chest.
“Holly come here! God, I’m so sorry ma'am. He isn’t normally like that”, the owner says.
“It’s totally fine. They are a sunshi-“, you stop talking, looking up at the owner.
“You?”
Yoongi’s eyes are big, staring down at you in shock. His cheeks gain in colour, his eyes racing from side to side in nervousness.
“H-hello”, he stutters, giving you a little wave.
“Hello”, you answer, standing up.
“I’m sorry for my dog. He isn’t normally like that. I don’t know what has gotten into him.”
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it”, you tell him all whilst Holly is still jumping up your legs, barking loudly.
“Holly stop it”, Yoongi says sternly, squatting down to pick up the overly excited poodle. The dog wiggles in his arms for a moment, clearly not wanting to leave your side, until he finally accepts his fate, resting his head on Yoongi’s arm.
“You can’t just go and lick strangers’ faces Holly. Not everyone likes that”, he tells his dog, speaking in a high-pitched voice whilst petting its head the entire time.
Holly barks quietly, moving its ears whilst staring up at Yoongi. If you didn’t know any better, you could think the dog was pouting at Yoongi.
“No talking back young man.”
Holly barks again.
“No pouting, this is serious. Yes this is serious”, Yoongi coos, hugging Holly closer to his chest.
This is the same man, who had watched you from the shadows like a creep? This can’t be him. It must be his clone or something or maybe you were wrong all along and he isn’t actually as big of a creep as you think him to be.
Yoongi’s eyes flit to you. He clears his throat awkwardly, blushing.
“I’m sorry. I forgot that I wasn’t alone for a moment”, he mumbles in a normal voice.
“It’s fine”, you smile, “I constantly talk to my cat too”, you tell him, pointing at Levi sitting by your feet.
“Oh, hello friend”, Yoongi’s high –pitched voice is back, “can I pet it?” he asks you in his normal voice.
“Sure, go ahead, he loves to be pet.”
Yoongi squats down, stretching out his hand for Levi to smell. Levi smells him intently. This is the moment of truth. Levi has the best seventh sense as far as people are concerned, if he doesn’t want to be pet by him then something must be wrong with him. Levi looks at him, meows once and then bumps his head with Yoongi’s hand. He is now officially Levi approved. How interesting. Perhaps he isn’t as creepy as you thought him to be.
“Yes, hello I am happy to see you too”, Yoongi chuckles, patting his head.
Yoongi stands up, grinning happily.
“You said it’s a he, right?”
“Yes he is. Levi and he is the best cat in the world.”
“Is he?” Yoongi smiles down at Levi, “your mommy thinks you are the best cat, did you hear that?”
You can’t help but giggle at the cute way he talks to Levi. Yoongi looks at you, scrunching his nose up before laughing as well.
“I did the weird voice again didn’t I?”
“Yeah, you did”, you giggle.
“Ah, embarrassing”, he murmurs, lowering his head.
“It’s fine, I do it too”, you reassure him, still smiling.
Yoongi sends you a quick look, cheeks pink and lips curled into a shy smile.
“Hey, uhm”, he scratches his neck, “uhm, I don’t wanna be creepy or anything, but were you on your way home?” he asks, too nervous to look into your eyes.
“Yeah? Why?”
“It’s just…I may have lost my way. I asked Holly to sniff out the way, but he is useless in that concern.”
You chuckle.
“Well then, if that’s so. Then sure, I can show you the way.”
“Oh? Oh, that’s great, you are my literal saviour”, Yoongi visibly relaxes, letting out a little sigh of relief, “I feel a thunderstorm coming and I was so scared that I wouldn’t be able to put away the cement before that.”
You look up at the grey sky. Dark clouds were gathering, taunting you like dark mountains in the sky. Just minutes ago the sun was shining down and now it looks like the apocalypse is near.
“Woah the weather’s so unpredictable here”, you mumble, quickening your steps just like Yoongi does.
You aren’t keen on getting struck by lighting and the two of you are currently the tallest things on the hill so that doesn’t really minimise your chances either.
“Right? I took a break from renovations to walk Holly and now look at the sky. It almost reminds me of mountains, very dark and taunting mountains, ready to release their avalanche of water on us”, he says, wrapping his yellow flannel tighter around his body.
A cold wind had started to howl, acting as the first indicator of the thunderstorm.
“I literally thought of the same thing”, you gasp, chuckling afterwards.
“You did? What a coincidence”, he chuckles, peeking at you shyly as he is scratching the tip of his nose.
The pathway winds past a tall and creaking oak tree, its bright green leaves writhing in the wind. It’s only minutes now and the two of you will be soaked in the rain. Will you be able to reach your homes before that? They are just past the next hill.
“Oh so that’s the path, I would have taken the wrong one again”, Yoongi mumbles.
“No, the other one leads into the mountains. That would have been a rocky road for you.”
“I see”, he chuckles shyly, “well, thank you for letting me know. I will remember it for next time.”
“It’s actually a really nice path to walk. It’s really popular with tourists as it leads right to the top of this mountain”, you say pointing at a faraway mountain plateau. Grey clouds are hiding it from your eyes right now.
“Ah, I see. I bet the view is great from up there.”
“It is. You can see the entire valley from up there. The climb is a little exhausting, but so worth it.”
“I see”, he says and nods his head, “that sounds nice. Maybe one day I will have to check it out for myself.”
“Yes, do that. I can really recommend it to you.”
He chuckles shyly and nods his head, “I will.”
The first houses of the village are starting. The pathways become a lot narrower. The wind is stronger as well, swirling around your legs and rising goosebumps on your skin.
“You seem to know your way around pretty well”, Yoongi says, sneaking a glance your way.
“I do. I’ve basically been walking all over those mountains by now, so I’m pretty familiar with the surroundings.”
“I see, honestly I can see why you moved here.”
You look at him.
“How do you know that I moved here? I never told you that.”
His eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
“I-I mean you, you aren’t really talking like someone born here. I, I figured that you must be from the city as well”, he stutters, “sorry that was literally so rude to assume. It’s just that we talk the same so I figured. Sorry.”
“Yeah, uhm”, you clear your throat, “you’re right. Damn and here I thought that I spent enough time here to sound like a local”, you murmur and laugh awkwardly.
“Sorry, it’s just you, uhm, say your Ls like me.”
“I do?”you sneak a glance at the blushing man, “gosh damn, so you really can’t shake the city, can you?”
He laughs, seemingly relaxing again. He scratches the side of his neck, “yeah, I guess.”
You chuckle.
“So how long have you been living here?”
“Around three years now? Bordering four.”
“Mhm, so quite a long time. That’s nice.”
You nod your head, “yeah it’s very nice. Life here is awesome.”
You don’t see it, but Yoongi smiles upon hearing your words.
“That’s good to hear”, he says quietly, calling your attention and in return making you turn your head to him.
“Sorry? I couldn’t understand you right now, the wind’s so loud.”
“I just…I just said that it’s good to hear that, uhm, life’s awesome here. Maybe I picked the right town.”
“You definitely did. You’ll love it here. The people here are so nice and always ready to help.”
Yoongi smiles and this time around, you see it.
“That’s good to hear”, he says and after one second of letting his eyes linger on your face, he turns his head away again, studying the passing scenery instead.
You do the same after picking up Levi, who just moments ago started protesting about getting his feet dirty. He can’t stand having to clean wet dirt from his feet. It tastes terrible and sticks to his fur way too vehemently.
“Did you move here alone?” Yoongi asks you then.
You sneak a glance his way. What a weird question.
“Uhm…”
“I mean if you are living together with your husband or boyfriend or friends or family. You know?”
“A husband?” you snort and chuckle, “no, I’m as single as a pringle.”
“I see”, he averts his gaze to the ground, “that’s cool. I’m single too.”
You knit your brows, studying his features. He is blushing vividly, lower lip trembling to stop a smile from creeping up. Is he interested in you? Is this creepy or not? You can’t really decide.
“That’s uhm…cool?” you say.
“Sorry”, Yoongi says instantly, “I don’t know why I just told you that. TMI, I know”, he laughs nervously, scratching the side of his neck again.
“No, it’s fine”, you assure him.
Maybe he is so weird because he is nervous. After all, he is trying to keep up small talk with a stranger and that is quite frankly something very nerve wrecking to do. Everyone is a little weird in such situations.
It isn’t that far home anymore. You can already see it, just down that road. The river is grey and wild as if it is expecting the thunderstorm already. The dark tiles of the Old House are shaking in the storm. From here you can even see the big hole in the back of the house. Yoongi had put a green tarp on it, securing it with wooden planks. And you can see your house shining through the restless branches of the willow trees, calling you to safety and warmth.
“How are the renovations going? I see you already put a tarp on the roof”, you ask Yoongi, looking at him.
“They are going, let’s just say it like that. I ripped out all the rotten floors already and insulated the walls, I’m going to repair the roof next, but I have to wait for the new tiles and beams to arrive until then I have to live with a big hole in my bedroom”, Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head, “thank god for the surprisingly warm nights or else I would probably freeze my butt off.”
“I see, that sounds like a lot of work.”
“Yes, but I don’t see it as such. I really like fixing things.”
“I see”, you have to chuckle at a memory, “you know, you’re something of a celebrity here because people can’t believe that someone was crazy enough to buy your place.”
“Really? Why?”
“Well, have you seen it?” you laugh, “it’s the most rundown house in the village and people have already been making bets of whether it will fall down during a storm or randomly collapse one night.”
Yoongi chuckles, “it’s actually not as bad as it seems. The evaluators said that the foundations and the framing are in very good condition and that most of the damage is on the surface.”
“Oh? So you did actually do your job before buying the old junkyard?” you joke, eliciting a shy laugh from him.
“Yes, I did. Almost two months the entire process took me, but now I’m finally here and ready to live.”
“That’s nice.”
Yoongi gives you a shy smile, blushing just slightly.
“Do you have furniture in there?” you ask him.
Yoongi nods his head, “not many though, but I have my trusty old sleeping bag, so I’m fine. I sold most of my furniture when I moved. It didn’t really fit the aesthetic I’m trying to go with. It was too modern for my taste.”
“But I saw the moving van a few times.”
“That was just to get my all my tools and building machines down here”, he pauses and sneaks a glance your way, “and my clothes too, of course. And some of the essentials like my couch and my piano and all of my memorabilia of course.”
“Okay, that makes sense.”
“And for the furniture, I’m planning on building my own”, he explains proudly, cheeks glowing.
“You can build furniture?” you can’t help but sound impressed.
“I mean”, he scratches his neck, looking away shyly, “I’m trying.”
“May I ask if you have some sort of training in renovating houses? You seem to know so much.”
“No uhm, I just really enjoy fixing stuff or building it with my own hands. Everything I know I taught myself.”
“Wow, impressive.”
“Thank you.”
Loud thunder grumbles above your heads at the same time as a bright bold of lightning strikes one of the mountains in the far distance. You both yelp up in surprise, groaning in annoyance when rain starts to fall down a moment later.
“Great, now my cement is going to be ruined”, Yoongi whines, shielding his face with his hand.
“You don’t have to wait for me, you can run if you want to”, you tell him, quickening your steps to catch up with him.
“No, it’s ruined either way. Ah crap”, Yoongi scoffs, “nevermind. It wasn’t that much anyway, I’ll just have to open a new bag then.”
“You sure it’s okay?”
“Yeah, don’t worry about it”, he sends you a quick smile, taking a step closer to you afterwards, “here, let’s share”, he offers, taking off his flannel to cover both of your heads with it.
“I-“, you look at him, cheeks heating up without you even wanting them to, “-thanks.”
He sends you a shy smile, humming.
The rain keeps pouring down on the two of you, soaking Yoongi’s flannel and every part of your bodies which aren’t covered by it.
You are going to take the longest and warmest shower once you are home, despite the safety of Yoongi’s flannel, you feel frozen.
Yoongi seems to feel the same, teeth clattering quietly and lips turning blue. He is just in a t-shirt after all, no wonder he is cold.
“By the way”, Yoongi begins, “I wanted to tell you last week already, but I didn’t get a chance to do so. Nothing major happened when you caused the short.”
“Really? What a relief, I was already waiting for you to send me a bill of like a million bucks”, you joke.
Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head, “it’s nothing major. The doorbell was just too old and when you pressed it, the wires kind of blew and that’s what caused the bypass. But I replaced it, so now if you want to visit me, it’s safe to ring.”
“So I won’t get electrocuted to death if I press it?”
He smiles and shakes his head.
“No, it’s safe to touch.”
“Good to know, thank you for telling me”, you chuckle.
He chuckles too with the tip of his nose turning rosy.
The wind has picked up immensely. You and him are holding the flannel together, clutching your pets to your chests in order to keep them safe. And while Holly seems to enjoy his time in his father’s arms, Levi is hissing at the rain for ruining his fur. That will take him at least three hours to clean. Oh how he hates the rain.
“I also wanted to tell you that the cookies you brought over were amazing”, Yoongi breaks the silence.
“You tried them?”
“I didn’t just try them, I ate all of them.”
“And you liked them?”
“Yes, very much so. I really like chocolate and nuts in cookies, but you probably know this already.”
“Huh? How should I know this?”
He blinks rapidly, cheeks heating up.
“I, I mean. Who doesn’t? It’s the number one thing one can put into cookies. At least I always bake my cookies that way. Chocolate and nuts and lots of sugar. Butter too, one can’t forget the butter", he explains and laughs nervously.
“Okay true, you got me there”, you agree.
“Where did you buy them? I need to get a few for the future.”
“From my tea shop. It’s just down by the pharmacy.”
“You own a tea shop?” Yoongi gasps and widens his eyes.
You nod your head, “yup and it’s the best in the village”, you say, smiling proudly.
Yoongi studies your features a moment longer before he scoffs and chuckles softly.
“I never thought that this is what you are doing”, he murmurs.
“Why? Do I not look like it?”
“I just- “, he clears his throat awkwardly, “- sorry if this was rude, but you don’t strike me as a tea maker or a cookie baker for that matter.”
“Wow”, you laugh, “as what do I strike you then?”
Yoongi squints his eyes at you and licks over his lips.
“Something with offices. A firm maybe?”
You laugh again.
“As a matter of fact, I worked in a bank a few years ago.”
“You did? Wow, look at me basically getting it right.”
He makes you laugh once again.
“Why did you quit?”
“Oh, that’s a far too long story for today”, you dismiss him.
“I have time. I can’t do anything in this bloody rain anyway.”
“No really, it’s too complicated”, you insist.
“Very well”, he smiles shyly, “another time then.”
You and him have reached the crossroad. While Yoongi needs to take the few meters up the road to get to his house, you need to take the opposite direction down the road and over the river. You and him stop, looking left and right before meeting each other’s gaze in the middle.
“Should I walk you home?” he offers.
“It’s just over the bridge.”
“That’s far enough for you to get wet.”
His gaze looks welcoming and sweet. You can’t find anything creepy in it. And he already knows where you lived either way, what bad could come out of him making sure that you stayed as dry as possible.
“Alright, if you insist.”
Yoongi nods his head and gives you a determined look. You think that it is a cute look because it makes his lips stick out in a pout. He steps closer then and fixes the flannel so you and Levi would get more of it.
“Let’s go”, he tells you almost shyly.
The river is angry under your feet as you cross it, loud and white from all the waves and swirls the rain rouses. Levi shifts in your grasp, digging his claws into your shirt. He will never forgive you if you dropped him right now. He would literally slash up every piece of furniture in your house as revenge.
“Your cat really doesn’t like rain, does he?” Yoongi asks.
You sneak a glance down at Levi and chuckle.
“No, he really hates it. It makes his fur all grubby”, you say and roll your eyes, “he’s such a big crybaby.”
Yoongi laughs and you feel yourself enjoying the sound of it. It was deep and calm just like his voice. And while you didn’t quite understand the reason for your liking of his laugh, you truly did and already missed it the moment he stopped laughing to sneak a glance your way instead.
“Holly likes the rain. He likes jumping into puddles”, he says and sighs dramatically, “he’s always so dirty afterwards.”
You chuckle, stomach tingling when this makes Yoongi laugh again.
“That’s adorable. Does he like baths too?”
“He’s alright with them. It depends on how tired his walk has gotten him. If he’s really spent then he just let’s them happen, if not then it’s utter chaos getting him clean.”
You chuckle.
“And Levi? Does he like baths?”
“He actually does?” you say and laugh, “I have no idea if my cat’s broken, but he never really complains when I have to bathe him.”
“Wow, that sounds so not at all like something a cat would like.”
“Yeah, right?” you agree, “it’s probably because he’s such a neat freak”, you joke, once again feeling tingly when this makes Yoongi laugh.
You probably would have continued joking with each other, hadn’t you arrived at your front door so abruptly.
“Oh?” you say and look up at your house, “we’re already here?”
Yoongi mirrors your stance and licks over his lips to wet them.
“Seems like it.”
“Very well then”, you turn to Yoongi, “thank you for keeping me dry.”
You and him look down at your mostly wet bodies.
“As best as possible at least”, you joke, earning yourself a shy chuckle from him.
“No worries”, he smiles, “thanks for showing me the way. I would probably still be wandering around in the mountains without you.”
You chuckle, “I’m glad I could help”, you say and smile.
The water has soaked his hair by now, making his honey blonde strands stick to his forehead.
“Hey, wait here for a little”, you tell him, unlocking your door and disappearing inside.
You set down Levi, who zooms away in an instant to warm himself next to the radiator and grab your umbrella, then you open the front door again to a shivering Yoongi.
“Here, take this. I know you don’t have long to go, but it’s better than getting completely soaked.”
Yoongi accepts the umbrella with a shy blush on his cheeks.
“Thank you”, he murmurs, eyes sparkling as he locks his gaze with yours.
It makes your heart skip a beat and your chest feel nervous. He looks really cute right now, which was something very weird to say about a stranger, who you have only talked to twice. But he looked cute, because his cheek were really round and his eyes so friendly.
“Don’t mention it”, you dismiss him and lower your gaze, “uhm either way. I’ll go now.”
“Okay”, he shifts from one foot to the other, “I had lots of fun today.”
You lift your gaze, eyes widening slightly at his words.
“You had fun?” you make sure that you have heard him right.
Yoongi smiles and nods his head.
“It was nice to talk to another human for a change. You know, I like talking to Holly, but one will grow tired of barks with time.”
“Oh yeah”, you agree with a chuckle, “I get that.”
You shift from one foot to the other, eyes glued to his delicate features.
“I had fun too”, you tell him.
His eyes light up in a shy smile.
“I’m glad you did”, he whispers.
Then he steps back and finally opens the umbrella. He twirls it twice, pulling it over his head afterwards. The colour matches with that of his soaked flannel.
“Thank you again”, he says, sneaking a glance up at the umbrella, “I’ll cherish it.”
“I want it back though.”
Yoongi chuckles and nods his head.
“I’ll return it, don’t worry”, he says and takes a few steps, “see you around ___.”
“See you.”
And with that he turns to stroll up the road and over the bridge. You watch him until he takes a sharp turn to the right and your weeping willow blocks him from your view.
You close the door with a funny feeling in your stomach.
“Why did I feel so comfortable with him?” you whisper, touching your chest. It was as if you had known him for years already.
Levi appears in the hallway then and meows loudly. And like that your attention shifts to your cat.
“What? Don’t tell me you are hungry already?”
Levi meows, turns and leads you to the kitchen with confidence in his walk.
“Fine, I’ll give you something. Geez, you are such a greedy cat.”
The rain continues until long into the next day. Luckily for you, you owned two umbrellas or else your walk to your tea shop would have been terribly wet this morning. Once you had put on your frog green rainboots and the matching raincoat, you left your cottage for a fun day of work. Like always you passed by the Old House, slowing down your steps in hopes of getting a sneaky glance at your peculiar yet sweet neighbour. You spot the bag of cement in an instant, it is resting under a family of trees and paints the grass around it in a dreary grey. Poor Yoongi, so he really wasn’t able to save it. You look at the windows then. In one of them light is shining. You wonder if this is the room he was currently in and if he was, what sort of work he was currently busy with. But because you were already running terribly late for work, you weren’t able to spend lots of time wondering about the possibilities of his renovations. So you continued your walk to your bakery with a certain bounce in your steps.
Hoseok was already inside. So was Jimin, judging by his bike seeking refuge under your canopy. They weren’t in the front of the bakery right now.
“Good morning guys!” you call out loudly as you enter the shop.
You leave your umbrella by the door and slip out of your rain clothes. You always keep a pair of spare slippers in the tea shop. The really comfortable kind, the ones shaped like a rabbit and with soft fake fur inside. They also made a little jingling sound as you walked, which was honestly the best thing about them.
It was really toasty inside. Hoseok must have turned the heater on. It was a nice feeling, one that left you sighing in relief. You hadn’t even noticed how frozen your limbs were. The radio is already turned on too, playing slow piano music. So Hoseok turned on your “playlist for rainy days”, it makes you smile because he knows all your traditions so well already.
From somewhere a steady buzz was coming too. It doesn’t make you wonder where or what, because you already know exactly what that sound was or where it was coming from for that matter.
“Good morning guys”, you enter the small but cozy backroom, meeting your two employees.
Hoseok is currently blow drying Jimin’s hair, making the latter whine in complaint because of his continuous tugging.
“Oh?” Hoseok turns, “good morning boss!” he exclaims loudly and bows more than ninety degrees, completely forgetting about the blowdryer in his hand and blowing the hot air directly into your face.
“Hoseok”, you laugh, shielding yourself.
“Mhm?” he lifts his head, “oh! I’m so sorry I completely forgot!” he hides the blowdryer behind his back, “sorry for that.”
“Hyuuung”, Jimin whines behind the two of you, squinting his eyes as the new position now makes the hot air blow into his face.
“Oops”, Hoseok gasps and points the blowdryer at the floor, “I didn’t see you there. Sorry Jiminie, you okay?”
“Yes I am”, Jimin pouts, “continue hyung, I don’t want to have half my hair still wet.”
“Yeah, yeah sure”, Hoseok stutters and continues what he had started.
You make yourself comfortable on the rocking chair in the meantime, watching them work.
“Isn’t today beautiful?” you ask them.
“It would be if I didn’t have to take my bike here all the way from the mountain”, Jimin says.
“I know I saw. That sucks. Where are your wet clothes?”
“Drying over the heater.”
You look over your shoulder. He was right. Jimin’s and Hoseok’s clothes are currently drying, tripping water on the floor.
“Thank god for the spare clothes, aye?”
“Seriously”, Hoseok agrees, “I took the vespa today and got soaked to the bones.”
“Mhm that sucks.”
You watch Hoseok gather Jimin’s now dry hair into a little bundle at the top and then secure it with a bright pink hair tie. It makes him laugh because he thinks that Jimin now looks like a sprout. Jimin in return pouts and whines.
“I met my neighbour again.”
Their eyes flit to you.
“The creepy one?” Hoseok squeaks, widening his eyes.
“Exactly that one. Although he wasn’t that creepy actually. We met on our walk and shared his flannel.”
“What?”
“Yeah we got rained on and so he took off his flannel and we used it as a makeshift umbrella. He is actually really sweet.”
Jimin and Hoseok exchange a look.
“I mean it. He is a little weird, but he told me that he is kind of nervous and shy.”
Jimin and Hoseok exchange another look.
Jimin clicks his tongue and stands up from his chair.
“You’re weird”, he says, leaving the break room afterwards.
“Hey! Don’t judge me, I think it was a very sweet gesture and also he has a dog.”
“Okay he has a dog, that changes everything”, Hoseok says honestly, “only good people can have dogs.”
“Exactly what I am saying. Having a dog equals being a good person”, you agree.
Jimin snorts and laughs.
“You both are naïve idiots, you know that?”
You and Hoseok pout, crossing your arms at the same time.
“He used the baby voice Jimin.”
“He did?” Hoseok gasps, “see? Using baby voice equals being a good person.”
Jimin rolls his eyes.
“Fine, maybe he is a good person”, he gives up with a fond chuckle.
Your day at the teashop begins after that. Mrs Oh and her husband visit you like always, chatting you up about the strong rain today and how that will bring bad luck in autumn. Later the mayor comes around, wearing an umbrella hat like it was the most normal outfit choice, it earned him a loud-spoken compliment from Hoseok, who had almost dropped the mayor’s oolong from gawking too much. And around lunch break Miss Jang and Sooha come around, the little girl’s pants are already soaked in water, “it’s from all the puddle hopping she is doing” so her mother let you know. Hoseok, Jimin and you go to the old Choi for lunch, sharing your umbrella because neither of the guys brought their own and open the tea shop two hours later again, ready to welcome your afternoon guests.
There isn’t much traffic in the tea shop today. The rain became stronger in the afternoon and most tourists stayed in their hotels a few miles from here. You can’t blame them, only mad lads would wander around the mountains in such weather.
So to find something other to do than waiting, the three of you began sorting through every drawer to clean them thoroughly. Hoseok got tea herb drawer duty and you and Jimin got kitchen duty.
You are currently sorting through the many different kinds of herbs after Jimin called you over in panic to let you know that he was missing his ground cumin.
“I could have sworn it was there with the basil”, Jimin murmurs, emptying the basket a third time to begin reading the labels again.
“Maybe I put it with the sweet herbs when I cleaned?” you say, reaching for the second spice basket to sort through it.
“I hope we’ll find it. It will be a catastrophe if we don’t.”
You snort, putting down the glass filled with cinnamon.
“I don’t think people will taste the difference Jimin.”
“Oh trust me, they will. The bread is going to be ruined without it.”
“Fine I trust your judgement. You keep looking, I’ll see if Hoseok found it maybe.”
“Yeah do that, thank you boss”, Jimin murmurs absentmindedly as he is way too busy with reading the different labels.
Hoseok is chatting with a customer when you come out of the back. He must have been in the middle of cleaning out the drawer with the different kinds of black teas as the boxes are still on the counter.
“Good afternoon”, you greet the customer, making Hoseok turn around.
“Oh! Ma’am there you are. I was just about to get you”, he says.
“Get me? Why? Is there a problem?” you ask, ready to fight.
You don’t get rude customers often, maybe once or twice a month. But you are always ready to throw them out with a broom in your hands and some curse words on your lips. Maybe that is also the reason why you don’t get rude customers very often. Everyone in the village respected you and your broom fighting skills enough to not be rude to you and those few tourists, who do try to be rude to you or your employees get scared off enough that they won’t return.
Today’s rude customer however turns out to be the complete opposite of rude.
“You?”
“Hey there”, Yoongi greets you with a shy smile. He was wearing a headband today, which he had pulled down all the way to his eyebrows and over his ears. It must be against the cold wind.
“Hey, wow what a surprise. What are you doing here?” you ask, claiming your spot next to Hoseok by the counter.
“I came here to return this”, he says and lifts his arm to present your yellow umbrella to you.
You take a look outside at the pouring rain.
“You picked out a good time for that, didn’t you?”
Yoongi blushes and lowers his eyes.
“Yeah, I know. Honest speaking, I was hoping to get something to eat and drink too. My stove is acting up because of the storm and I just need something warm.”
“Did you come by old the old Choi’s restaurant? He has the best soups out there. You’ll feel warm in no time”, you tell him.
“I did yeah, but it was stuffed. So I asked for the next food place and he sent me to your tea shop. What are the odds? I didn’t think that it would be your tea shop.”
“Well, we are the only tea shop and bakery in this village”, you grin, “but worry not, you came to the right place. We offer food too. Problem is that it’s only breakfast food.”
Yoongi grins shyly.
“That’s great. I-I’ll just sit by that table then?” he says, well asks, and points at the two seat table by the heater.
“Yup, make yourself comfortable. I’ll be with you shortly.”
You watch Yoongi waddle over to the table and sit down. He watches the rainfall, fumbling with his fingers nervously. Then you turn to Hoseok.
“Do you know this guy?” he asks you in a whisper.
“That’s the guy, who bought the Old House.”
“That’s him? The creep?” he gasps loudly.
“Sssh”, you shush him.
“Oops.”
You both look over at Yoongi. He doesn’t seem to have heard you, still busy with watching the rain build puddles in front of your tea shop.
“He doesn’t look like a creep and he was really nice when he came in here. He even cleaned off his shoes”, Hoseok whispers, studying Yoongi from head to toe.
“He did?” you turn you and Hoseok around, “I don’t think he’s a creep either. Although it’s a little weird that he wants to return my umbrella when it’s pouring outside.”
“Right? That’s weird, but maybe he is just weird? You know there are people who are weird.”
“Are there?”
“Yeah like you remember that time Taehyung rode into town on a bull?”
“Okay yeah that was weird”, you say and laugh softly at the memory.
“Maybe he is that weird. You know? Taehyung weird, the type where you just live your life and don’t care what other people think?”
“Maybe he is that type of weird”, you agree and scratch your chin, “that’d be a cute kind of weird. I like people, who are like that.”
“Me too”, Hoseok agrees and grins, “you’re like that too.”
“Hey”, you nudge his tummy, “you go help Jimin find his ground cumin in the kitchen.”
“Jimin lost his cumin? Good riddance I found it with the white teas”, Hoseok exclaims and storms off to return the lost spice.
You make your way over to Yoongi with a menu in your hand.
“Hey there”, you greet him, making him raise his head.
“Hello”, he smiles, showing off his gums.
“There you go, our food menu. Do you know what you want to drink?”
“Uhm, do you have iced Americano?”
“We don’t, no. We’re a tea shop. We only sell tea.”
“Aaah I see”, he says and blushes, “I’m sorry that was rude.”
“It really wasn’t”, you assure him.
He blushes and lowers his eyes.
“How about I’ll give you a few minutes to make your decision and then I’ll come back?”
“Yes, okay do that. Thank you”, he says, nodding his head.
You clean the counter of the boxes of black tea in the meantime, sorting them all back in their drawer and closing said drawer afterwards. You send Yoongi a quick glance to see if he is finished. He seems like he was, he is looking at you with his lips slightly parted.
“Finished?”
He nods his head, making his hair bounce up and down. You grab your pen and paper and hurry back to him.
“Sooo. What can I get you?”
“Uhm can I get the egg sandwich with bacon and a big cup of chai latte?” he says, dragging his fingers over the words of his order.
“Of course. Anything else?”
“No, uhm actually”, he squints his eyes and pouts, “yeah…can I get the strawberry rice cake too?”
“Yes, of course.”
He closes the menu.
“That’s it”, he lets you know.
“Alrighty, it will be with you shortly”, you say with a smile and take the menu to hurry to the kitchen.
Hoseok and Jimin are chatting vividly with each other.
“I’m not paying you to chit chat am I?”
Hoseok straightens his back.
“I’m sorry ma’am! I was just telling Jimin about the guy who bought the Old House” he exclaims, bowing ninety degrees.
It makes you laugh.
“Relax, I was only joking”, you assure him, “Jimin dear, prepare an egg sandwich with bacon please.”
“On it boss!” he says and hurries to the stove.
“Can I do something too?” Hoseok asks.
“Did you finish cleaning?”
He shakes his head, “I’ll go finish right away.”
“Thanks Hoseok, you’re a star.”
You in the meantime are busy with preparing Yoongi’s tea and plating the strawberry rice cake in a pretty manner. You bring both of them to him, feeling yourself burn up under his soft gaze.
“There we go. The sandwich will be with you shortly.”
“Don’t worry, I have time.”
“Yeah? How are renovations going?”
“Going”, he laughs nervously, “the rain is kind of making it impossible to work today because I spent the entire day stuffing leaks”, he sighs, “it was so exhausting.”
“I can imagine.”
“But my living room and sunroom are officially free of leaks now.”
“Oh that’s good to hear”, you say and give him a grin, one which he returns.
“And you? How is the tea shop going?”
“It’s going. We don’t get many customers when it rains, but that’s alright. We just use the time to clean.”
“Mhhm”, he nods his head, “cleaning’s important too.”
“That it is, yes.”
You and him fall silent then, making eye contact. It makes you nervous.
“Either way uhm”, you begin, “I’ll see if your sandwich is finished by now.”
“Mhm”, he hums and nods his head.
As a matter of fact the sandwich was finished and waiting to be served.
“So the Old House”, Jimin begins as he watches you come inside, “Hoseok told me that some young guy bought it?”
“Is this your not so subtle hint at asking me to take a look?” you ask him in a laugh.
“You saw right through me”, Jimin says and gets rid of his apron to follow you outside, “Hoseok told me that you know him?”
“I don’t, what lies is he spreading again? I just talked to him a little yesterday.”
“I see, I see. Good afternoon!” Jimin calls out, making Yoongi raise his head.
Yoongi smiles nervously and raises his hand to wave.
“Hello”, he says quietly, lowering his eyes a second later.
“I heard you purchased the Old House.”
Yoongi clears his throat, tilting his head to the side in question.
“What’s that?”
“It’s the junkyard of a house you’re renovating.”
“Oh”, Yoongi looks to the ground, “I guess so.”
“How are renovations going?"
Yoongi nods his head vigorously and gives Jimin a nervous smile. It doesn’t show his teeth but makes his cheeks puff out.
"I see, that’s good to hear”, Jimin says loudly and gives him a thumbs-up. Then he turns to you.
“Aaaw he is weird, that’s adorable”, Jimin coos quietly, looking at you.
“Don’t be rude, he’s still a customer”, you warn him.
Then you make your way over to Yoongi with his sandwich, putting it down in front of him.
“There we go, your egg sandwich with bacon.”
“Thank you”, he murmurs.
The tip of his nose is blushing.
“Don’t worry about Jimin. He’s very chatty.”
Yoongi looks up at you.
“Oh no, uhm, it’s fine.”
You give him a sweet smile, “alrighty then. Enjoy your meal.”
“Thank you.”
You turn to leave him.
“___!”
“Yes?”
“Hey uhm”, he begins and stands up, “I have something for you.”
“For me?”
“Yeah, uhm here.”
He presents a bouquet of flowers to you. They had been resting next to the umbrella the entire time.
“It’s a thank you present for letting me borrow your umbrella”, he explains with a deep red blush on his cheeks and nose.
“Gosh, that’s sweet. Thank you”, you say and accept them. Your heart is fluttering in that funny way again, just like it did yesterday when he offered to share his flannel.
You inspect the flowers.
“Wow, those are my favourites! How did you know?” you gasp with a sparkle in your eyes.
He grins sweetly.
“You strike me as a woman, who enjoys tulips so I went with my gut instinct.”
You sneak a glance at him and smile.
“Your gut instinct was totally right. You even got my favourite colour right.”
“Wow. Look at me nailing the flower buying”, he jokes and makes you laugh in the process.
“You did, thank you. I’ll put them in water right away.”
Yoongi sits down again and lowers his head to his food, eating it with a shy glow on his cheeks. You study him for a moment. What a peculiar guy he is. Sweet, yet really peculiar.
Hoseok and Jimin are wiggling their brows at you as you make your way back to the counter.
“Shush”, you hiss, rolling your eyes.
“Are you sure you don’t know him? He seems to know you pretty well”, Hoseok teases you.
“Shush, go back to your cleaning.”
Jimin snickers.
“And you rascal, go back to your bread. The Lees are coming over in an hour and expect three loafs.”
“Okay, okay, okay. I’m already off”, Jimin cackles and hurries back to the kitchen.
Yoongi spends the rest of the day in the tea shop, sitting by the window and watching the rain. He doesn’t really disturb you or try to talk to you. He just sits still and looks outside. At some points he was even that inconspicuous that you had to sneak a glance over at his spot to see if he was still there. He was, because every time you did, he quickly averted his gaze back outside and started blushing like crazy. Okay maybe he wasn’t just watching the rain, but apparently you as well. And for some unexplainable reason you found it more sweet than creepy.
Just like announced, the Lees arrived to obtain their three loafs of warm bread. And twenty minutes before closing, the mayor makes a surprise visit for an after work cherry white tea. You chat with him for a little, offering him the last slice of today’s raspberry pie for free because he is such a loyal customer. He thanks you with a delighted yelp and a clap into his hands, “and that is why you are the best bakery my dear Miss”, he laughs and takes a hearty bite of the sweet treat, “oh lovely as always.”
The mayor leaves five minutes after closing, promising you an extra five bucks the next time he comes over. One for every minute he kept you waiting. Then it was already time to close up.
“So that was a good day, wasn’t it guys”, you say, turning the sign from opentoclosed.
“Uuuh boss? What about him?” Jimin asks.
The three of you turn to the table by the heater where Yoongi is staring at you with big eyes.
“Is it time for me to go?” he asks shyly.
“Wait, you’ve been here the entire time?” Hoseok gasps.
Yoongi nods wordlessly.
“I didn’t even see him”, he whispers then speaks to Yoongi, “I didn’t even see you.”
“Yeah”, Yoongi laughs nervously, “I’m told that I’m kind of invisible”, he lowers his eyes and scratches the back of his head, “sorry, I’m just going to leave”, he whispers and stands up, gathering all his belongings messily.
The three of you exchange a look.
“Hey, do you want to walk home together with ___?” Jimin offers, who feels pity at the man.
Yoongi’s head snaps up, his widened eyes falling on you.
“I-I’ve already exhausted my stay here. I-it’s fine.”
“No hey, it’s fine. Let’s walk together. At least like that you can give me my umbrella”, you assure him.
“Okay”, he whispers and fumbles with the hem of his wind jacket.
“I’ll just put on my rain clothes and then we can go.”
Once changed, the four of you make your way outside. Jimin says his goodbye with a warm smile on his face, racing up the hills in the pouring rain with his eyes squinted together. You can hear the curses he lets out through every alleyway in the village. Some people even answer him with a “hey Mister Park don’t you want to come inside for a bit?” or a loud “Mister Park we have stew, wanna have some till the rain stops?” He dismisses them all with a friendly “thank you so much, but I have soup waiting at home!” before continuing his endless journey in the rain to his little mountain cottage.
It is Hoseok’s turn to leave next. Like always he bows way too deeply.
“See you tomorrow ma’am!”
“See you Hobi. You be careful with that Vespa of yours. I don’t want you speeding in the rain like that.”
“Yes ma’am! I’ll be careful ma’am!” he exclaims and nods obediently.
“Fine, go”, you laugh, “gosh you and your manners.”
Hoseok bows at you one last time then gets on his motor roller and speeds away far too quickly. You snort and shake your head.
“That rascal is going to hurt himself one day.”
“Is he always driving that recklessly?”
You have to be honest. You completely forgot about Yoongi’s presence next to you. You flinch and turn. Good god, it really is as if he was invisible.
“Yeah most of the time”, you tell him and laugh.
“That’s not good, he’ll hurt himself one day.”
“Right? Gosh I’m telling him all the time”, you sigh, “but enough chitter chatter, let’s get home”, you say and open your umbrella.
You step into the rain, enjoying the sound of it hitting your umbrella. You turn to Yoongi, who still seems a little unsure.
“Come on, I don’t want to walk back in darkness.”
He nods his head and obeys, opening his umbrella and stepping into the rain with you. Then you begin your walk, staying silent most of the time. There was just something about Yoongi, that made you feel like staying silent wouldn’t be uncomfortable. And you were right, the silence between you and him was so familiar that it was comfortable. Which was something very peculiar, considering you didn’t know him. Maybe it was the aura he had around him. Calmness and tranquillity. He keeps at least an arms length of distance the entire time, sneaking glances at you every now and then. To your surprise he is the one to actually break the silence after the second hill you crossed.
“The egg sandwich was very yummy.”
“Yeah?” you look at him instead of the puddles on the path, “I saw you enjoying it a lot.”
“I did”, he nods his head, “it was very good. The bacon was very crispy and the egg runny. Also the cheese was good.”
You smile, “thank you. I’ll tell Jimin about your liking of his sandwich.”
“Is Jimin the blonde man with the bike?”
“Yes, that’ Jimin. He is my baker slash cook and a total sweetheart. He lives in the mountains with his cats and also sells herbal oils and ointments in his freetime. Most of the herbs we use at the bakery are from his garden.”
“Ooh so he is like a witch?”
You laugh, making him blush.
“Actually now that you say it like that, he is like a witch isn’t he?”
“A-and the red haired guy?”
“That is Hoseok. My right hand man and the best oolong tea maker in the country. He lives in the neighbouring village with his dog Mickey.”
“Does he also grow herbs?”
“No”, you laugh again, “but he does collect stones.”
“So he is like a witch too? You know the kind that does magic with crystals?” Yoongi jokes, making you laugh.
“Damn, I think you’ve looked right through them”, you joke, earning yourself a shy chuckle from him.
Yoongi kicks an imaginary stone.
“I’m sorry for taking up so much space the entire day today.”
“Huh?”
“Because of me your customers couldn’t sit by the heater. So I’m sorry.”
“Hey, no worries. I have many other tables too, besides you saw how abandoned the village was today. You didn’t take up space.”
“Okay that’s good to hear”, he says and lowers his head.
“Also. I’m happy that you enjoyed my tea shop so much that you wanted to stay for the entire day. It’s an honour really.”
Yoongi smiles, showing off his gums.
“You have a pretty tea shop.”
“Well thank you. Yes, it’s very pretty.”
“Did you buy it?”
“I did yes, the previous owner retired and I turned it into a tea shop which also sells baked goods. And just last year I was able to expand and finally build the outside pavilion I always wanted.”
“That’s cool, I’m happy for you.”
“Yeah”, you smile, “although I must say that my milk fridge is a piece of crap.”
“How’s that?”
“Oh well you know, it’s never keeping my milk cool. So I have to run all the way to my cooler room if I want to get milk.”
“Mhm I see, that sucks.”
“Yeah it does”, you say and chuckle, “that’s such a first world problem though, so don’t worry about it.”
“Mhm.”
You fall silent after that. You are so comfortable with him. It is so weird. You haven’t been that comfortable with anyone in a long time. Not even all your amazing friends you made in the village. You sneak a glance at Yoongi, who is busy staring at the puddles on the ground. Even now he radiates calmness, like a cat napping by a fire or the dancing of leaves in a summer’s breeze.
You sigh and turn to look at the path ahead of you. The rain has washed up dirt, forming a little stream down the grassy hills to the river. Poor flowers, they are going to be all squished under the water.
You arrive at Yoongi’s house a few moments later. You join him as he takes the path under his trees to his front door.
“Uhm”, he turns, “I don’t know if there is much to offer, but do you want to come inside?” he offers, scratching the back of his neck.
“No, it’s fine. I need to feed Levi before he plots eating my face in my sleep as revenge for keeping him waiting.”
Yoongi laughs and lowers his eyes.
“Okay then, uhm”, he closes the umbrella and hands it back to you. The little canopy is keeping him from becoming wet, “thank you so much for the umbrella and also the nice day. I had lots of fun.”
You smile, “I had fun too Yoongi. Also if you ever need an umbrella again let me know, I’m just over the river.”
“I will”, he says and clears his throat, “so uhm…goodbye for now?”
“Yup, see you around”, you tell him with a smile and turn to leave, “bye bye Yoongi!”
“Bye bye!” he calls after you, watching you skip down his garden path.
Hoseok circles you, moving to the melody of the funk song on the radio while you are using the broom as a makeshift microphone. Jimin, busy with toppling over in laughter, gives the two of you his occasional round of applause.
Today was a good day. You woke up with the sunlight on your face and with Levi cuddled to your side, ate a yummy breakfast and on your way to work you found a four-leaf clover. Said cloverleaf is resting in a little bowl of water next to the flowers Yoongi gave you two days ago.
“Park Jimin don’t just stand there and laugh, come over here”, Hoseok says, doing a little spin before dancing up to Jimin whilst wiggling his eyebrows.
“Why are you looking at me like you want to seduce me?” Jimin cackles, allowing Hoseok to take his.
“Maybe I am Jimin-ah”, Hoseok jokes.
Jimin laughs, which makes Hoseok laugh and in return makes you laugh.
The bell jingles.
Laughter stops, heads snap into the direction of the door.
“Good morning”, Yoongi says, carrying a toolbox.
Hoseok and Jimin stop dancing, holding onto each other as they look between you and Yoongi with bated breath.
“Oh hey uhm. What are you doing here? We’re not open yet”, you say, slightly out of breath from your early morning dance session.
Yoongi turns and looks at the sign.
“I did not see that I, I just s-saw you guys dancing inside so I, I thought you’re open”, he stutters with his cheeks beet red, “I-I’m sorry I’ll just go again."
"No hey it’s fine”, you stop him in a laugh, “we’re going to open in ten either way. What do you want?”
“Uhm I, I came to fix your fridge. You, you told me about it”, he explains and lifts his toolbox.
“My fridge?” your brows shoot up in surprise, “you remembered that?”
He nods his head vigorously.
You can hear Jimin and Hoseok snicker behind you, it earns them a warning glare over your shoulder. Yoongi heard it too now really burning up in embarrassment.
“Sorry!” he blurts out, “that was very weird and you didn’t ask for my help, I’ll just leave.”
That earns Hoseok and Jimin another warning glare. They lower their heads in shame.
“No, hey, it’s alright. Come on, I’ll show it to you.”
He nods his head vigorously and waddles after you. Jimin and Hoseok follow too, keeping their distance as they watch the two of you with knowing smirks.
“So here it is, the bastard”, you say and kick the little fridge under the counter softly, “it cost me more tears than anything else.”
“Aw hey don’t cry I’m here now, I’m sure I can fix it”, Yoongi says in that calming voice of his and that sweet smile of his on his lips.
Yoongi squats down and furrows his brows, opening the fridge to check for the temperature.
“Mhhm you’re right, it’s not cooling.”
“Yeah right? Urgh I’m going insane.”
Yoongi looks up at you, “don’t worry I can fix it.”
Yoongi lowers his gaze shyly and scrunches his nose up, “no worries.”
You would have loved to keep Yoongi company a little longer if it wasn’t time for the tea shop to open. Jimin disappears in the kitchen to prepare his world famous breakfast rice cakes, but not before whispering into your ear that “the Yoongi dude is totally whipped for you.” which earned him yet another warning g
genre: one night stand, early relationship, noona, smut, angst
rating: M
word count: 7k
warnings: smut in the forms of fingering, penetrative sex (no condom), new position (I said it), so much OC introspection,
a/n: can we just thank@xjoonchildx for like, coaxing me through this. I struggled with the final main scene. I appreciate her help.@hobi-gif is the beta of champions. and a thank you to@deoxyribonucleicacidworld&@sasseonefor the validation
my dear sweet sweet readers: can I just hug each of you? for your thoughtful words, and keyboard smashes? I just…my heart is very full.
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You are still debating on how many pairs of pants you need to pack when his text comes through.
:: about fifteen minutes away. i can uber?
Your heart speeds up (although when doesn’t it when he’s involved), but you text back.
:: That’s silly. I’ll be there to pick you up.
:: thx, jagi.
When you toss your phone back on your bed, your eyes drift toward the rather small pale pink and white shopping bag sitting in the corner near your dresser. You’d acquired it only a few days ago, and you still hadn’t taken it out of the bag.
The whole thing felt presumptuous (even more so if tonight went badly).
You grab your favorite sweatshirt and slip it over your head, too focused about packing to worry about what you might look like today.
It wasn’t like you didn’t have a million reasons to be nervous this evening or anything.
Things had seemed okay at the bookstore (which is now one of your favorite places in the city) between you and Yoongi, but the talk had yet to happen and this would be the last time you both had a chance to hash things out before you left tomorrow. For a month.
It could be a month with constant communication or a month of silence.
You weren’t even sure which one was the best choice.
Pairing:Yoongi x Female Reader Rating:18+ Genre:Strangers to lovers, smut, romcom Word count: 23k
Summary:Travelling alone to your dream destination had sounded like a good idea at the time. And you don’t regret doing it, of course not - you’re in Greece! The food! The sun! The smell of the sea! The white walls and blue chairs, the hills, the warm days and colder nights. A little company wouldn’t hurt, though. That’s how you end up talking to Min Yoongi, your next door neighbour with whom you practically share a balcony. He’s quiet, he barely leaves his room but when you reach out, he doesn’t push you away. That’s how your Greek adventure begins.
Warnings:It’s a slowburn&oneshot!Cursing, alcohol, drinking, explicit sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk. No strong dom/sub undertones, maybe a slight trace of soft dom Yoongi (barely there), public groping (m receiving, they’re on a balcony), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, mentions of oral (m receiving) & choking, creampie, teasing, edging (nothing extreme), doggy sex, dick riding, it’s not rough, just super sensual, hot and soft cause they have fattest crushes on one another
A/N: I owe a huge thank you to everyone over at @bangtansorciere, for sprinting and encouraging me since day 1. I could write 10 paragraphs over how @btssmutgalore had helped me with this and just writing in general. Dee, if it weren’t for you, I would have given up on this a loooong time ago. You’re a saviour and I don’t know what I’d do without you. A super special thank you to @kithtaehyung for a lovely cover and just for encouraging me to not give up on this and reading bits and pieces every other day, just keeping me going. And last but certainly not least, @missgeniality I can never thank you enough for reading, editing and saving me from deleting this whole thing. Your help turned this into a readable story and I just… can’t thank you enough.
New bed. And a new pillow - your neck can tell. You don’t feel the common confusion of waking up in a different place, because you know exactly where you are. It took you a connecting flight and an overly expensive cab ride for you to wake up here. Greece.
Warnings: reader gets drunk in an airplane. mentions of vomit.
Wordcount: <1k
Summary: Maybe the fourth mini-bottle of tequila was a little bit too much. Good thing this stranger’s got a very enticing and comfortable shoulder to sleep on for the rest of the flight.
AN: infinite thanks to @miscelunaaa . Written for the talented, kind, hilarious, and always extraordinary @augustbutwinter on our possumversary. Here’s to many more screeches from the dumpster!
The goddamn seatbelt light is on again.
Not that it matters. Even if you wanted to get up, it would involve waking up the snoring grandpa on your right, watching him clack his dentures around and shuffle to his feet, groaning as he makes his way out to the aisle for you to get by.
You’d have to be pretty desperate, anyway. Thirty-eight minutes into a five-hour flight is not the time to break the seal. Pretty desperate, indeed.
The light dings back off and you hit the button to call a flight attendant.
When your whole world revolves around one boy, but destiny sets you with a unexpectedly expected man.
♡Pairing:Yoongi × reader ft. Jimin
♡Genre:brother’s friend, only old crush, heartbreak, college oc au.
♡Summary:you’re over him, a new world sets in front of you. But the heartbreak you both got at the same time is not what you have had thought of. It must be the destiny to set you with your only old crush Yoongi. But still you ain’t prepared for the third heartbreak in a row, what if he breaks your heart again?
♡Warnings:fluff, smut, angst, heartbreak, like flooded with tears, oc is so sweet, confusion, misunderstanding, crush , breakup, traitor, betrayal, brother’s bestfriend, roommate, college oc, angst shower smut, smokey, dirty talk, seokjin is oc’s brother, he’s a dick, yoongi is a Heartbreaker, jimin is also a dick, expectations ruined, one-shot.
♢genre:(18+) friends to lovers, ex-fwb, mutual pining, massage au | fluff, sprinkle of angst, smut
♢summary: surprise! you’re gifted a free massage at the nearby massage parlor called “Blissful Hands.” you’ve heard about the parlour about once or twice, never thought about stepping foot inside to take advantage of their services. thinking you could use the massage to relax, rid yourself of any stress and built up tension, you walk into the parlor excited for your first massage opportunity. however, when you realize your masseur is no other than Min Yoongi himself, all excitement flies out the window. never did you think you’d reunite with your biggest crush in college, the one that got away. they say sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt you— but in this case, you find out that words have actually ruined a lot for you and Yoongi. and stones.. well, they’ll do a lot to ease that instead.
♢pairing:reader x masseur!myg
♢words:18.4k
♢warnings: i did as much research as possible on hot stone massages pls forgive me, mature language/cussing, sexually implied content, sprinkle of angst??, miscommunication, rumors and assumptions, unspoken feelings, awkward reunion lol yoongi isnt really having it at first, oc shoulda tried harder tho oof, he does have a soft spot for oc, drinking/intoxication, flashback scenes, use of pet names like baby and princess, cuddles, after care, making out, unprotected sex, missionary, multiple orgasms, use of oil and hot stones in foreplay, fingering, clit play, slight marking, sprinkle of spit play, breast play, smut on the massage table ://, pulling out, grinding, edited but unedited lolol sorry if i missed anything!
♢note: thank you so, so much to @ressjeon for thinking of me and for inviting me to be a part of this collab! i had tons of fun writing this <33 also, big shoutout again to @ilikemesometaetaes & @jimilter for this beautiful ass banner! please check out the other works part of this collab, they’re all amazing and won’t disappoint!
—i also wanted to let you all know i’ll be continuing my break and i won’t be as active on here for awhile. i need a moment to rest since i’ve been feeling pretty down and unmotivated lately. just gotta take a moment to shake off this funk. but, i’ll be writing behind the scenes from time to time in between pulling my personal stuff together.
It’s that time of the year again where your loved ones sweetly greet you, your coworkers shove plans and alcohol in your face because you aren’t getting any younger— Immediate family reminding you where you need to be at this point in your life.
Married, with kids, doing some other job that brings in more money.
You know what it is.
No harm, they say. Just a reminder. It’s your birthday for fucks sake, and they wanna give you a reminder?
Anywho, you park your car after a long day of work, just now hanging up the phone after your mom and dad had called to greet you [aka bringing up said reminder mentioned above] in the most loving way they can. You know they come from a good place, and you know that they support you either way, so you can’t help but give off a tiny sigh and respond with a cute little ’yes, I know but thank you, I love you’ in the end. You grabbed your purse and headed up the steps to your apartment, grabbing the mail on the way up without giving it another look as you set it near your keys at the entrance way. You immediately slip out of your heels first, then make your way into the kitchen to wash your tupperware from lunch.
It’ll be a quiet birthday, and that’s okay with you.
That’s how you’ve always preferred it, anyway. Quiet, lowkey, no surprises—
“Surprise, bitch!” You pick up the call from your bestfriend, slightly bringing the phone away from your ear when you hear her scream on the other end. “Happy birthday to the love of my life and the only person I can stand! Did you open your mail yet? What are you up to today? Who is getting some of that tonight—”
“Hold on just a minute, Rissa.” You nervously chuckle. “Thank you, and I love you, but one question at a time, please?” You tuck the phone against your ear with your shoulder as you put your dishes away.
“I’m sorry.” She giggles. “You know I love you. I’m just sad I can’t be there with you since they have me on this work trip for the month.”
“It’s okay.” You crack a tiny smile. “How is it?”
“It’s fine, same old.” She sighs. “But this isn’t about me, birthday girl. What are your plans?”
“You already know me.” You laugh. “Keep it lowkey. Order some good, comforting takeout and pair it with red wine.” You plop on the couch and put her on speaker so you can start your next 15 or so minutes just looking for food that you’ll end up doordashing over.
“Mkay, really?”
“I don’t know why you’re so surprised.”
“Guess you didn’t open your mail.”
“The hell is that supposed to mean?” You look towards your entrance way at the stack of envelopes.
“Can you just go and open your mail? I made sure that would get sent with priority.” She laughs as you chuckle and shake your head, meandering over to the envelopes you wanted to ignore for the evening at the very least. Well, for the most part, the majority of the envelopes get flipped through and tossed to the back, especially if you already knew none of them necessarily had an urgent deadline.
Alas, you come to Rissa’s envelope. Soft pink in color with ’Y/N Y/L/N’ in big, bold, black Sharpie on the front— a little drawn heart attached to the end of it.
You take your finger and gently rip the envelope open, revealing a card with a piece of paper in it. You read the sweet message written by your bestfriend before pulling out the paper to read what it consists of:
One free 60 min. massage at Blissful Hands - Applies to all massage types. Redeem Now!
No expiration date.
“A free massage?” You think out loud and Rissa laughs.
“Girl, you need to relax, okay? You’re always working so damn hard, you never give yourself a break. I know I had mentioned the parlor before, but I just haven’t had the time to take you. I want you to go and treat yourself as my birthday present.” She pauses briefly before going on again. “And don’t give me that ’with what time’ bullshit cause I’m gonna be on your ass until you step foot in that establishment. Trust me. I’ll be annoying, you don’t want that.” You laugh.
“Thank you, Rissa. I love it, seriously. Maybe I could use a day to just do this and nothing else.” You flip the coupon in your hand.
“Maybe, yeah.” She says sarcastically. “If you aren’t gonna use that unlimited PTO benefit, then let me at it.”
“You’re right.” You shake your head. “Fine, I’ll go.”
“Like, tomorrow.”
“No, not tomorrow.”
“Before next week, though.”
“Yes, damn.” You laugh a little louder. “Jeez, you weren’t kidding when you said you’d be on my ass.”
“No, I wasn’t. Besides, I spent the money so that you could have this day be all about self-care.”
“Thank you.” You repeat. “I love you. And I miss you dearly.”
“I miss you, too. I’ll be home soon and I’ll make sure my first stop is your place.”
“Sounds like a plan.” You say softly, genuinely missing the company of your bestfriend. “I just hope you’re enjoying yourself down there in between work.”
“Oh girl, you know I am. Don’t you even worry.” She chuckles. “Seriously though, take that coupon into the parlor this week, you hear me?”
“I will.”
“Mmkay. I’ll let you get back to your lowkey birthday celebration. Love you to bits and pieces.” She says in a sing-song tone. “By the way, there’s more gifts coming your way, they’re just delayed.”
“What!?”
“Byeeeee!” She laughs and abruptly ends the call. You look at the phone in disbelief before slowly setting it down onto your coffee table. You pick up the coupon and look at it again, suddenly getting the urge to look through your work calendar to see which day you could call off.
No meetings, no agenda, nothing.
Just you, yourself and this massage parlor.
“Why not?” You mutter to yourself as you place the coupon back down and start looking through the rest of the week on your calendar.
You actually don’t get the chance to go until closer to the end of the week— a Thursday that most people decide that they want to cancel group meetings or work remotely to focus on other urgent projects. You don’t complain though, hell, you quickly put in your time off and don’t look back.
That Thursday comes just as quickly as you submitted the time off request, the sun beaming straight into your room and warming your sheets through the sheer blinds. You stretch a bit, arms poking out from underneath the covers as you yawn and try to completely wake yourself up. You figured starting your day at the massage parlor could be good, maybe it’ll just get you started on the right foot, maybe it’ll get you to do other spontaneous, productive things that you should’ve done on your actual birthday. Who knows? You were just excited to have the day to yourself with no other obligations and people, emails, deadlines— whatever fucking else comes with corporate— to worry about. You get yourself washed up and ready for the day, throwing on a simple, all black biker shorts and sports bra set. You grab a hoodie in case the day is actually colder than expected, throw on some socks, tie up your sneakers and head out the door.
The establishment isn’t too far, and it’s nice that it’s pretty convenient. You and Rissa both had incredibly busy schedules, it was almost impossible to think about a massage during a normal week at work. If it wasn’t for your birthday and for her gift, you aren’t entirely sure you’d ever step foot here to take advantage of their services [knowing damn well you could use it, too]. The added bonus now is the convenience and how close it is to other establishments you frequent.
Maybe you might be back after a taste.
When you walk in, it’s peaceful, serene, as you expected; soft music played in the background. A lady stood near the front desk, walking the receptionist through something— you weren’t entirely sure. They finally turned their attention towards you, the lady standing coming towards you with a smile on her face.
“Hey, welcome in to Blissful Hands!” She smiles. “I’m Yannie.”
“Y/N.” You give her a small, toothless smile as you tug on the strap of your bag. “I, um—” You flash her the coupon after pulling it out from your jacket pocket. “I have this coupon I wanted to redeem.”
“Oh, fantastic! You came at a perfect time, we have lots of availability right now.” She grabs some paperwork from behind the desk and walks back over to you as you sit on the clean sofa. “I’ll go through these in a bit. But, I wanted to ask. Did you already have a particular type of massage in mind? If not, I can grab a pamphlet and we can go through any questions you might have in regards to our services.”
“Hm. Do you guys offer hot stone massages?” Is the first that pops into your mind. It had always been something you wanted to try, especially seeing the ads and the promos at the hotels during work trips and conferences. Plus, you’ve heard about its benefits through word of mouth. If they were able to offer that here, why not get yourself a free hot stone massage? It might turn out to be exactly what you need.
“We sure do.” She chuckles and sits next to you. “Why hot stone, if I may ask?”
“Well, besides the usual response of lowering stress, I just feel like my body is pretty.. tense? Lots of muscle tension, soreness, fatigue. I run a lot, try to get some boxing and pole dancing in. No matter how many times I go, I still feel like it’s my first time.” You chuckle nervously, afraid you’ve spilled way too much information than necessary. She didn’t even ask. “Sorry, just felt like I needed to add that in there for some reason.”
“No, that helps a lot. Thank you.” She laughs. “I think that would be a great option for you. Our masseur is one of the most top-rated in the city.” You nod, impressed. Were they now? “Here.” She hands you a pen. “I just need you to fill out these medical intake forms—” She pushes the form closer to you. “And then sign these liability forms.” She follows up with the last forms.
“Sounds good.”
“Once you’re done, I’ll take you to a room to get situated before your masseur comes in.” You nod once more, giving her eye contact before continuing your task of filling out the paperwork appropriately. Yannie heads back to support the front desk momentarily until she sees you walking towards her with the completed paperwork. She thanks you, takes the papers and hands it over to the front desk before nodding towards the back. “Follow me, I’ll bring you to a room.” You quietly follow behind, the back area of the establishment being much bigger than you expected. You pass two rather handsome and attractive males on the way to your room, both of them giving you a bright, white smile before continuing on their way. You make a mental note that maybe, this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
A massage and eye candy? Shit, count me the fuck in.
You passed a line of rooms before Yannie turns towards an empty one near the end of the hallway. She lets out a breath for a moment before stepping aside to let you in, showing you to the side of the room where you could place your things.
“Hm, let me go grab your masseur so that you can be on your way, alright? You can place your things here if you’d like, but once he comes in, he’ll have you undress down to your underwear and into a robe before getting you on the table.” She gives you a smile before walking out and shutting your door. As you stand around awkwardly, you hear her outside asking for your particular masseur, which isn’t the problem, but it’s the name that catches you off guard—
“Where’s Yoongi?” You hear her ask. Yoongi, as in Min Yoongi? You hoped that there was another Yoongi on this planet just to save you from making this session 10x more awkward and weird, but something inside you told you that no, he was the only Yoongi you knew of and that’s exactly who this was.
Fuck.
“You have a client, she’s in there already.” You hear her down the hall, followed by a low ’alright.’ Suddenly, the door swings open again and it’s Yannie along with theMin Yoongi himself. You’re caught off guard that you don’t even speak. You simply look at him, eyes full of curiosity, full of question, as he with you. But, he’s quick to furrow his brows before slowly walking inside, Yannie catching onto the sudden tension in the air.
“Um, this is Yoongi, your masseur.” She clears her throat.
“Sure is.” You say, still keeping your eyes on him.
“Have you two met before?”
“Yup.” Yoongi says before turning to her with a small smile. “I got it from here boss, thanks.” Yannie gives you one last smile before shutting the door and walking down the hallway to continue her previous tasks.
“Well, if you look who it is—” You say sarcastically, placing your things down onto the side. “I didn’t know you worked here.” You’re saying things in a certain tone to make sure Yoongi doesn’t see how much you’re actually dreading this right now. Because you are, god, you fucking are, and you almost wish you didn’t step foot into this establishment and ask for a hot stone massage.
Could’ve been anything else. You should have done your research before.
“Hm, there’s alot of things you don’t know about me anymore, Y/N.” He says coldly. “Didn’t think I’d ever see you here.” He starts to look at the papers and gather his things together, his back turned against you.
“Yeah, well. Rissa gave me a birthday coupon.” He nods silently. “H-how’ve you been?” You ask him, awkwardly rubbing at your arm.
“Good as can be.” He says flatly before turning to look at you, no emotion to match his blank expression. You look at the way he’s changed— his orange, long hair that suited him well, body built perfectly, jaw line shaped with perfection. You’re pulled out of your thoughts when he turns once more, pointing towards the back of the room. “Gonna need you to undress and get into the robe. This time, might wanna keep your panties on.” He gives you a look, and you aren’t sure whether or not he’s throwing shade at you for whatever problems you had caused him— you weren’t sure. Maybe that’s where you went wrong because at one point, you and Yoongi had been close. You and Yoongi had shared everything, you and Yoongi had been everything to each other. He was one of your closest friends, maybe at some points a little too close than friends normally would be, but that was your relationship with him and you both had been on the same page about it. He was always good to you, always taking care of you, always knowing what was best for you over him—
Then, it just..stopped.
And you clearly never understood where you went wrong. At least, to your knowledge, it wasn’t clear where you went wrong.
“Mmkay.” Is all you say, heading behind the divider towards the back end of his room to change into the fresh, clean robe hanging on the other side of it. You slip out of your clothes, leaving your panties on as Yoongi ever so respectfully requested, and get the robe on. You tighten the strap, feeling shy around him even though Yoongi has definitely you full blown naked before.
He’stouchedyou.
He’skissedyou.
He’shandledyou.
It’s been years, though.
“Get on the table face down, please. I’ll start off with your back.” He turns to you, meeting your eyes but nothing more. He’s always been this way, he’s always been hard to crack. You were just lucky you were able to at some point.
You do as you’re told, slipping the robe off of you and tossing it aside when Yoongi turns around to give you some privacy. You lay face down onto the table, suddenly feeling Yoongi place a clean linen cloth to cover your sacrum and below. He looks at you for a minute because even though it’s been awhile, he remembers everything about you, your body. He remembers the tiny mole right below your left shoulder blade, remembers the scar on your knee. He remembers where your spots used to be, where you liked to be touched, kissed.
He lets out a small huff before shaking his head at the thoughts that start to occupy his mind. There’s soft music playing in the background to help ease the energy in the room, to help relax you and soothe you. And it does. Everything feels peaceful for a moment that you almost forget you’re about to get a massage by Yoongi himself until—
“You ready? I’m gonna start with your back. Let me know if the stones get too hot for you.” He says, dimming the lights just a bit, lighting some candles and incense.
“Mhm.” You mumble. You hear Yoongi digging the stones out of the water bath, placing them gently on a towel in front of him before grabbing the oil and lathering his hands.
“I’m gonna start, alright? Gonna oil you up first.” He says, his large, strong hands manually giving your back a good massage with the oil to introduce his touch, get your tissues warmed up. You immediately feel relaxed under his touch, all tension seemingly disappearing into thin air. He feelsyou ease up underneath him, hands with the magic touch you could almost call him Midas.
/ FLASHBACK
“Fuck.” You giggle into Rissa’s shoulder, red cup empty after the second, third, sixth [who fucking knows at this point] drink of the night.
“So drunk.” She giggles along with you, sipping on water.
“God, I’m getting over this party though.” You turn to look at your surroundings. “Look, literally no one is dancing anymore. Everyone is just standing around talking or—” You snort when you see one of your friends slumped on the couch. “Slumped.”
“It’s almost that time of the night, miss. We’re crossing into 1AM.”
“Ugh, I need to take my drunk ass home.”
“No, you need Yoongi to take your drunk ass home.” She lifts your chin to get you to look at her but you pout.
“You’re not going home, huh?” You ask her, already knowing she was going to spend the night at her boyfriend’s apartment.
“Mm, you know this.” She laughs. “Your girl needs dick. Bad.”
“Whatever.”
“Saying it like you don’t have the same fucking thought. Shame.” She gives you a look.
“Where is heeeeee?” You elongate the ’he,’ lip forming into another pout as you drunkily close your eyes.
“Your man’s over there.” She nods towards the living room, Yoongi standing along the wall with a few of his friends.
“He’s not my man.”
“Mm.” She looks at you up and down. “Go over there before I have more shit to say.” You laugh and start making your way over to Yoongi, immediately wrapping your hand around his wrist, chin resting against his bicep.
“You okay?” Yoongi chuckles at how adorable you look.
“Drunk. Just.. drunk.”
“I see that.” He moves his arm to drape it over your shoulders and pull you close. “Wanna get out of here?”
“Fuck, yeah. Please.”
“Where to?”
“Home.” You look at him and he nods. The both of you bid your farewell’s to his friends before tossing your empty cups and heading out. Yoongi had one drink earlier in the night, but he had been sipping on soda onwards throughout the evening simply because he knew you needed him to take you home. In fact, he would rather let you have the time of your life and watch you have your fun instead of him. He loved seeing that side of you, loved seeing you full of life, full of fun.
It’s what attracted him to you the most.
“You okay, princess?”
“Yeah, just wanna get the fuck out of these shoes.” He laughs.
“Okay, almost there.” He says, kissing your temple. When you finally head down the street to the car, Yoongi gets you situated in the seat before heading to the driver’s side and getting himself situated. “You’re not gonna yack, are you?” He laughs when he starts driving off towards your apartment.
“No, I’m fine. God.” You roll your eyes and lean your head back against the head rest.
“I’m just playing, baby.” He says, large hand roaming to your thigh and giving it a good squeeze. You let out a small whimper at his touch, Yoongi smirking to himself when he knows exactly what that means. “Gonna get you some water and make sure you sleep this shit off, I don’t wanna hear you complain tomorrow.”
“When do I ever complain?”
“All the fucking time, dude.” He laughs. “Damn. You’re lucky I like you.” He quickly caresses your chin. The rest of the ride is quiet, nothing but the soft music playing in the background in his car, the sounds of cars passing by along with the train running through the tracks nearby your apartment building. He parks in a guest spot that’s quite far, offering to carry you up to your apartment if you feel too tired. You let him know you’re alright though, lacing your fingers with his as you make your way to your door. He grabs your keys, unlocks the door and watches as you stumble in and hurriedly get out of your shoes— tossing them off to the side messily.
“Thank God, ugh.” You groan, falling face down onto your comfortable, comfortable bed. You hear Yoong in your kitchen, grabbing you a glass of water and going through your medicine cabinet before walking in to your room and shutting the door behind him.
“Here. Drink some water, please.”
“And if I don’t?” You tease, still face down against your pillow.
“I’ll leave.”
“That was unfair.” You say, slowly sitting up to drink some of the water. His hand caresses your back as you drink, watching to make sure you get a good amount of water in you before you set the glass back down. Once you do, you immediately get to removing your clothes, tossing them aside and crawling under your sheets in just your bra and panties.
“You wanna sleep? You don’t wanna stay up for a bit?” He says, grabbing the pair of basketball shorts he left behind in your closet so he can change into something comfier.
“And do what?”
“You’re gonna have a headache in the morning, Y/N.”
“It’s fine, I’ll deal with it when the morning comes.” You whine. “Can you just come here and cuddle me like you typically do?” He chuckles.
“Yeah, yeah.” He says, finally crawling in and throwing his arm around your waist even as you awkwardly lay on your stomach with a leg bent upwards. He begins to quietly massage your sides and down your back, fingers gently running a line down your spine. He listens to you let out a breath, body easing up under his touch like it always does. “Feels good?” He says nearing a whisper, close to your ear.
“Mhm.” You let out breathily, eyes shut to feel more of his touch. You feel him unclasp your bra to work his hands deeper into your shoulders and either side of your spine. Yoongi always knew how to work his way with you, work his magic on you— so much that even this simple massage has you wanting more out of him. It’s like that though. Your relationship with Yoongi was just like that. You turn to face him and his hand continues to linger on your side, giving it a squeeze when he looks down at your face, nose, down to your lips.
“Need a massage here, too?” He smirks, playing with the strap of your bra.
“You’re an idiot.” You giggle as he pulls you closer and completely gets rid of your bra while planting small, soft kisses along the surface of your neck. “Wasn’t really planning on this, you know?”
“That’s funny cause that’s always the story, yet what do we always end up doing?” Your eyes flutter at the feeling of his lips against your skin. Your hands roam up to grip his hair just as he makes his way up to your jaw, cheek, kissing the tip of your nose before locking his lips with yours. You moan into the kiss as it deepens, your tongue instantly slipping into his. The only sounds that can be heard within your room are the cars passing by outside, mixed with the noises of wet kisses being exchanged.
You work your way to toss Yoongi’s shirt aside, just as he works his way to hook his finger onto your panties and slip it off. You tease at his clothed, hardened cock by palming him through his shorts and he responds by feeling how wet your pussy is. You let out a small gasp when you feel his hand start rubbing at your pussy, spreading your wetness across your pussy lips.
“Just fuck me, Yoongi.” You moan, already taking his cock from beneath his shorts before he can fully shred the piece of clothing.
“Yeah, I’m gonna take care of you, baby.” He says, wasting no time to climb ontop of you, taking his cock and sliding it up and down your slit a few times to tease you.
“Please.” You whine. “Need to feel you.” He smirks and bites onto his bottom lip just as he takes his tip and breaches your entrance.
“God, you already feel so fucking good.” He lets out. “So wet for me.” He watches his cock sink into you, deeper and deeper, until he bottoms out completely.
“Ohhhhhmygod—” You arch your back slightly at the feeling of being full. Yoongi works at a slow pace at first, trying to get the right rhythm going as he cocks your legs wide open with his hands.
“Princess. Look at you. Creaming the fuck out of my cock.” He says, looking down as he teasingly slips in and out of you. He begins to pick up his pace, rolling his hips into you as a hand grips onto your headboard to keep him steady, the other hand kept tightly on your hip. He starts to pound into you relentlessly, loving how delicious your walls feel wrapped around him tightly.
Italways, always, always, keeps him wanting more of you.
“Yes, yes, yes— just like that—hmmmfuck!” You moan a bunch of jibberish together, nails digging crescents onto his arm. “Feels so fucking good.” You continue to whine, whimper, begging him to keep going for you. He lowers his body so that he could run his hands up your hair, whispering praises in your ear as he strokes in and out at a steady speed.
Making you feel him, all of him, completely.
He always tells you how beautiful you are to him, how you’re his baby, how there’s no one who could make him feel the way you do.
How no one could ever come close to you.
And that’s the one thing that always has you hurdling over the edge, reaching your orgasm much faster than expected. Because not only does he fuck you so, so good— but he praises you, knows just the right fucking words to say, knows just how to touch you in the right places.
You let out a loud moan, yelling his name as your eyes roll to the back of your head when your orgasm takes full control. His hand slides down to grip your neck, fucking you senselessly as he tries to reach his own high watching you cum all over his dick. And he does. It takes a few more thrusts, but before you know it, his lips are grazing yours, both of you letting out silent moans when he releases inside of you, painting your walls full of white ribbons.
He comes down from his high as he softens inside of you, lips pecking feathery kisses on yours before he finally pulls out and rolls over next to you. He grabs a napkin from your nightstand and gently wipes you clean before taking care of himself and throwing his arm back around you.
“You okay?” He brushes the hair out of your face before you roll onto your side.
“Definitely more sober now.” You say, making him chuckle as he holds you close and kisses your shoulder.
“Good. At least I helped prevent the morning headache.”
“Shut up.” You chuckle.
“Anything for you.” He continues to joke.
/ END FLASHBACK
After Yoongi gives your back a good introductory massage, he then turns to get the stones and holds them tightly in his palms. You feel the back of his hands work their way down on either side of your spine, all the way down to your sacrum, before coming back up. He repeats this process a few times before flipping his palms over and rolling the stones down the same path. He adds the right pressure against the surface of your skin, the heat just enough to penetrate and hit deeper into your tissue.
Yoongi doesn’t even know how to feel right now with you being underneath him for a completely different reason today. And it’s been years— years since you’ve last spoken, last talked.
He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t hurt all over again when he saw you.
You still looked beautiful as ever, still rocking that fine ass body with curves in all the right places. Yeah, he definitelywasn’t hurt when you two ended up the way you did. He wish it never ended up that way. He wanted much, much more with you. You just never seemed to feel the same. But he couldn’t dwell on it. Figured he’d just accept it and move on, even if that meant without you by his side. That was probably the hardest part all along. To be with you almost 24/7, to suddenly being without you at all. He had to do it though, for his own sake.
Yeah, he’d defnitely be lying if he said he wasn’t hurt all over again when he saw you.
“Feels alright?” He dips lowly near your ear as he holds stones sideways and digs them deep into your shoulders, down your back, sacrum; always avoiding the spine directly.
“Mmm.” Is all he hears. He continues to work all through your back and up to your neck before placing the stones down to rest along your spine. He places two tiny stones amongst your shoulders, guiding you to move your hand backwards one at a time, just so he can give you a good, deep, proper massage in between the scapula. Afterwards, he grabs new stones and moves down to your left leg. He uncovers it, gently massaging up and down your thigh, calf, in a circular motion with the stones, using them as an extension of his hands. He does this for awhile until he feels like he’s done enough, the heat slowly moving away from the stones in his palms. So, he sticks a stone on the back of your knee where the bend is, and takes the other stone down to your foot for a soft massage— flipping the stone as needed to distribute the heat along your foot properly. Once he’s finished with his final touches, he places the stone in the middle of your foot, covers the entire leg with the linen cloth and repeats the same process on your right leg.
You’re sinking in and out of sleep while Yoongi massages you, all of a sudden forgetting the heated, awkward tension in the air as he continues to work his magic throughout your body. For a moment, you don’t regret stepping foot into the establishment. For a moment, you don’t ponder on your worries and why things feel so fucking tense between you and Yoongi. Then it hits you when he clears his throat in the background thatyeah,your relationship, friendship— whatever the hell you wanted to call it— was cut off so abruptly. Seeing him made you really miss having him around. Because besides Rissa, he was someone you were able to lean on, have fun with, be yourself around.
There was no pressure with Yoongi before.
Now, there’s a ton.
Pressure to, what? Fix things? Talk about things? Figure out where it went so, so wrong that he had upped and left, cutting off all ties with you without reason? You don’t even know where or how to start.
“Y/N.” He repeats.
“Hm?”
“I said I need you to flip over so I can work on the front of your body.” You’re nervous. God, you’re nervous. It’s like you were trying to impress him all over again, the same Min Yoongi that you had the fattest fucking crush on. The same Min Yoongi that you could do all that shit with, but could never admit that you had feelings for.
You hold onto the linen cloth as you carefully turn yourself over on the table, Yoongi once again giving you the privacy you need by turning his back. When he feels like he’s given you enough time, he turns to see you pulling the linen cloth over your chest. He walks over, taking his biggest stone into another towel and wrapping it tightly before placing it down on your abdomen.
“That feel okay? Gonna leave this here while I work through your arms and legs.”
“Yeah, that feels nice.”
“Cool.” He says, pressing it down ever so slightly just so you could feel the heat against your abdomen. He starts with your left leg, following the same rhythm he had when he massaged the back of your leg earlier. He takes the stones around your thigh, down to your calf, and works it in small circular motions before repeating the same up and down motion he had done before. He then takes the stone, places it underneath the bend of your knee and take the other to your foot. He gently grips your foot, working the stone in small motions against the surface before his touch disappears and he moves onto the next leg.
His touch.
You remember feeling cold without his touch.
After massaging your leg, he takes a moment to grab another warm towel and places it over your breasts before sliding the linen cloth down below your abdomen.
“Gonna give you a quick abdomen massage. The towel feel okay?” You let out a small ’mhm’ before you hear him take a stone from behind you. He slowly introduces his touch against your abdomen, watching your body react to his touch.
His touch.
You remember how you used to react to his touch.
His touch is soft, gentle, when he presses into your abdomen, applying the right pressure as he goes on just as he realizes you’re comfortable again. He takes a stone and proceeds with double-handed kneading that followed the pattern along your colon.
He makes his way up to work with your left arm, hooking the stone into the palm of his hand while he uses the other for support— gently running it up your arm and over your shoulder, back down towards your wrist. He switches to another stone and turns your hand over; starting from your palm and working his way up to your axillary node, then back down. Afterwards, he takes both stones in his hands, running it back all the way up before gently kneading as he comes back down. He leaves a stone under your hand before taking two long stones to do some manipulation around your shoulders. Once he feels like he has finished your left arm, he repeats the process on your right.
“That felt nice.” Yoongi smirks at your sudden comment.
“That’s the goal.” He says, fixing the linen cloth over your body, tucking it in neatly so that your upper chest is properly exposed to him. “We’re almost done here. I’ll work on your upper chest and do a facial massage, okay? Then you’ll be out of here.”
“What if I don’t wanna be out of here? It’s too relaxing.” You mumble.
“Unfortunately, it doesn’t work that way.” He chuckles. “Relax.” He closes off the quick conversation by soothing your upper chest, working his hands around, up the shoulders and neck just to warm up the tissue. He repeats the process but this time, takes his two long stones and works them in, running it across your chest and in circular motions around the shoulders. He places them right beneath your collarbones so you can continue feeling the heat penetrate your tissues before taking two smaller stones to your face. He works the stones in an outward motion on your cheek, your forehead, in between your eyes— before working in an upward motion along the same path. Then, he grabs two stones a size up, working it behind the neck, ear and into the hairline in smaller motions. He sets the stones aside, now finishing off the massage by working his fingers deep into your scalp, down to your temples, keeping his hands over your ears for a brief moment to let the heat and energy transfer over. “How do you feel?” He says lowly near your ear, the vibrations in his tone somehow still able to send a tingle down your spine after all these years.
“Really good.”
“Yeah? That’s good.” He says, hands gently gliding down your neck, back to the surface of your chest before he removes the stones. “Hope that was a nice session for you.”
“Way more than that. Thank you.” He smiles to himself before turning towards the counter, placing the rest of his supplies back on the surface to remind himself to do some good cleaning and disinfecting before his next client.
“Take your time when you get up and get ready, alright? Don’t get up too fast.” You open your eyes, still feeling calm, relaxed, as your body feels every inch of the table.
“Can’t I just stay?” You joke.
“No can do.” Yoongi chuckles a bit.
“Hey.” You call for him. “This might sound a little crazy to ask but, do you think we can catch up? It’s been a long time, and quite frankly, I wasn’t really expecting to run into you here.” He turns over his shoulder before shaking his head.
“I don’t know. I don’t really think there’s much for us to catch up on.”
“You said it yourself, there’s alot of things I don’t know about you anymore. We used to be close—”
“Used to be.” He says quite harshly when he cuts you off. “And yeah, just cause I said that, doesn’t mean it’s shit you need to know.” He sighs, pushing his things aside before looking at you. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out that way, but you’re right. It’s been years, and to be honest, part of me just wants to leave it in the past like it should be kept in the past. I don’t really know if there’s much for us to talk about.”
“Please don’t be like that. I’m trying to figure out where things went wrong. It’s always bothered me that we ended up this way.” He shrugs.
“You ever think that maybe this is just how things were meant to be?” He says, giving you one last look, his tongue licking his bottom lip. “It was really nice to see you though, Y/N. Hope you had a good time.” He says before grabbing the door knob and twisting it, not really expecting you to be back for another session after all of this. “Again, no rush. My next client isn’t until an hour from now.” With that, he walks out and shuts the door, leaving you to your own peace.
You were relaxed. Felt blissful, felt at ease.
But now, you aren’t so sure. You aren’t sure if you wanna break down and cry, if you wanna run after him and beg for him to just talk to you.
You just aren’t sure.
So you get up and walk over to the back, throwing on your clothes before lazily tossing the robe into the hamper placed near the divider. You let out a breath before grabbing the knob and twisting it, revealing an empty hallway with a few closed doors in front of you. No Yoongi in sight though, and you can’t help but feel a bit heavy walking out of the session as if you didn’t just receive a hot stone massage from him.
“Hey! How was it?” Yannie asks, reading your expression as you walk out and tug on your unzipped hoodie. You give her a small, toothless smile and nod, hoping to be on your way quickly.
“It was great!” You simply say with a nod. “Definitely will be back.” You lie, mainly because you aren’t really sure where this leaves you with Yoongi even if you wantedto be back for one. Shit, that massage was everything you needed and more.
“Good to hear, we’ll see you again soon then.” She smiles before waving you off.
Fuck.
As for the rest of the day, you do take the time to walk around town, run into a few stores to window shop and eat at the nearby mom and pop Vietnamese restaurant for a good ol’ bowl of pho. Mainly out of enjoyment for your day off, moreso because your thoughts were starting to plague your mind and you needed a distraction.
If anything, today taught you that you really needed to take more time out of your busy schedule to slip in some self-care. So, that’s what you do to end your night just as well as you started it [you like to think]. You run some hot water and bubbles, pour a glass of red, red wine and light up some incense, candles.
“Wait—” Rissa says while you have her on speaker, phone sitting on the toilet cover. “Yoongi was your masseur?!”
"Yuuuup.” You say, sipping on your red wine.
“Oh, this is some shit.” She laughs. “Wish I could get my ass on that first flight home so I could see how you look right now.”
“Don’t even try it.”
“Well, tell me the massage was at least worth it.”
“It was, very much so.” She chuckles.
“But?”
“But, what?”
“There’s a ’but’ in that sentence. Now, spill.”
“It’s just weird. We fell off so abruptly, there was no closure. I just wish we could talk about things, I’m not entirely sure where things went wrong between us and it kinda sucks now that I’ve seen him again.”
“I know Yoongi has always meant a lot to you, Y/N. But you could never admit it to him, yourself, even. Don’t you think that has a lot to do with this?”
“W-what? That’s not true.”
“See, there you go again.” You sigh.
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Think about it. Not saying that’s it, there could be other reasons and the only person who would really know is Yoongi since we know what your side is like, but we don’t know his.”
“I don’t know what to do. Should I go back?”
“What, for a massage or for Yoongi?” She laughs. “Or both, I guess.”
“Both.” You slip a bit further down into the water. “He was pretty direct today. I don’t think he wants to talk about it, but part of me can’t really let that go.”
“You’ve always been stubborn like that. But, it’s good, you know? You always go for what you want without giving up. I say go for it. If he really, really doesn’t wanna see you and talk about things after this, then don’t force it. Maybe he’s right. It sucks to say, but maybe that’s really how you two were supposed to end up.” You sigh.
“Yeah, yeah.” You respond simply, shutting your eyes as you let the hot water seep in and continue to relax your muscles. It was hard to say. Yoongi did mean a lot to you. He was someone you always had fun with, someone you could trust, someone who took care of you even when you didn’t ask.
Of course, he meant a lot to you.
Of course, you wouldn’t let that go after seeing him again.
But of course, Yoongi’s detached and you’re having to break through his walls yet again— most likely due to something you did that you weren’t even aware of.
“You’re back!” Yannie exclaims when she sees you walk through the door shyly.
“I am. I probably should have called beforehand, but I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it in time before the last slot.” You rub your hands together. “Is Yoongi here?”
“He sure is, and you just got lucky. His last spot cancelled not too long ago.” Yannie shrugs.
“Sweet.”
“He’s with someone right now, but the session will be over—” She glances at the time. “Pretty soon, actually. Take a seat and get comfortable for now, alright?” She smiles, handing you one form to sign. You silently take the form with you, reading through the liability language again as you take your pen and get ready to sign at the line on the bottom half of the page. Sooner or later, you hear some giggling and a female voice echoing in the back hallway, a pretty, young lady coming through with Yoongi following behind her.
His smile drops almost instantly when he sees you sitting there. But it’s not cause he’s mad or anything, no. He could never be thatmad at you after everything, could never hold a big grudge against you. He’s just surprised that you’re back, and he’s also[surprisingly] relieved to see you’re back.
Your eyes, and that smile.
The way you always used to hold onto him and hold his hand, looking up at him with those puppy dog eyes.
Your laugh.
He could never be that mad at you.
“Hey, I know your last client cancelled, but Y/N is here hoping to grab that slot.” Yoongi nods.
“Yeah, it’s no problem.” He looks at the young lady in front of him as she bats her lashes and sways her hips while walking towards the door.
“See you next session, Yoonks?” She calls him a weird nickname that falls off her tongue so poorly. God.
“Of course.” He smiles shyly, hand coming to the nape of his neck as he watches her walk out. He finally turns his attention towards you and clears his throat when he realizes you had been watching the interaction the entire time. “I um, just need to clean up in there a bit then I’ll be ready for you. Give me a couple of minutes.”
“Okay.” Is all you say before finally scribbling your fucking signature on that line. Oh,Yoonks. Hope she isn’t the one you’re slipping in bed with. Your heart would be crushed to know he already had someone, even though you knew it was a high possibility after all this time. You couldn’t be selfish with him forever.
Sooner or later, you’re pulled out of your thoughts when Yoongi peeks his head out into the waiting area and taps the door frame. He purses his lips together when he looks at you and nods.
“Ready?”
“Mmyeah.” You get up to follow him.
“Enjoy!” Yannie exclaims when she sees you follow him to the back. You quietly continue on, setting your things aside like you had done before when you step into the room and Yoongi shuts the door behind him.
“Was that your girlfriend, or something?” You tease.
“No. Repeat client.” He looks at you before turning. “Somehow, I know you aren’t really here for the massage.” He fiddles with his things on the counter.
“I mean, I am. I could really use one.”
“But you wanna try and talk, don’t you?” You silently excuse yourself behind the divider to change and slip the robe on.
“Maybe. I won’t push it.” You say, tying the robe close before taking a seat on the edge of the table.
“Mm, but you always push it.” He softly chuckles. “There’s no stopping Y/N when she’s determined to get what she wants.” He turns to look at you, white tee hugging his body so nicely— you can’t help but ogle a bit when he steps in front of you.
“No, not anymore necessarily.” You try and cover your shit up even though both him and Rissa are right. You know this.
“Right.” He lets out a little laugh. “You wanna lie down so we can get this started?” He walks over to the cabinets, grabbing a fresh, clean pair of linens in his hands. When he turns, he catches you removing your robe and covering your breasts when you’re about to lie down. He quickly turns because quite frankly, he shouldn’t even be in here for this— but, it’s you.
You know this, too.
“I’m ready.” You tell him, placing your face into the cushion comfortably.
“Cool.” He says, draping your lower body with the linen in his hand, tucking it gently into your sides to make you feel even more comfortable. He makes his way to the front, preparing to manually massage you before adding the stones just so he can introduce his touch again. “Gonna start, alright? Relax, breathe in and out. I’ll massage you without the stones first to get your tissues warmed up.”
“Okay.” You pause before calling for him again. “Yoongi?” You let out a little weirdly with the pressure he’s adding onto your back.
“Hm?”
“What really happened between us?” He chuckles.
“And here you were, trying to tell me you weren’t gonna push the agenda. Do you have to do this now? Mid-hot stone massage?” You head the clacking of the stones against each other before he starts working it into your back. He’s right, it honestly feels too good for you to speak properly, but you felt like this was the only way— the only option, so to speak. His number had changed, he wasn’t necessarily on social media. Didn’t live at home with his parents anymore.
How else could you contact him besides seeing him for a massage?
“What other choice do I have?”
“I already told you there isn’t much to talk about.”
“Yeah, so why are we so awkward with each other?”
“It’s been years.”
“Why has it been years, Yoongi?” He sighs, head falling before he continues to work your back.
“It’s your massage, don’t blame me if you don’t feel completely rested afterwards.” He caves, gives in, knowing he can’t ever say no to you. He can’t ever be that mad, no.
You know that.
“I’m not gonna lie to you, Y/N. I was pretty upset with you when we spoke last. Do you even remember when that was?” He speaks up again.
“In college, yeah.” You let out a small sigh when he deeply massages near the shoulder blades.
“So, you don’t exactly remember?”
“Yoongi, I don’t. Okay? I’m sorry.” He should’ve expected it. He remembers that scene so clearly in his head, it almost aches him. He really did like you, Y/N. Min Yoongi was so much in like with you that he wanted to stop being friends with benefits, and he wanted more out of it. He was sure you two could take it there, no doubt. You fit each other well. So, so well—
Until you didn’t.
/ FLASHBACK
“Sorry, I need to go find Y/N soon. She said she wanted to kick it.” Yoongi tells his friend, Akio.
“What, for a quick fuck?” He laughs, making Yoongi shake his head.
“Shut the fuck up. She’s not just a quick fuck. That girl means a lot to me, alright?” Yoongi catches the way Akio’s face falls, moreso into confusion.
“Wait, you’re not serious, right?”
“I’m pretty sure I am.” Yoongi responds sarcastically, a little thrown off at the way he’s taking the news right now. Was there something he wasn’t aware about? Last time he checked, even if you two weren’t serious, you both were exclusively just fucking around with each other and each other only.
Yoongi could be completely wrong at this point, though. But he hoped he wasn’t. He really respected you and cared about you more than anyone he has ever crossed paths with, and the foundation of your friendship, that closeness you two had before anything, meant everything to him. He would never fuck that up. That’s why he always checked in with you, always made sure that what you two were doing was still okay. He would never wanna disrespect you or make you feel uncomfortable. He never wanted to step out of line, or even hurt you in the slightest bit.
“Look, I just thought you two settled on the fact that you were friends with benefits, that’s all.”
“What do you know that I don’t?”
“Nothing, man. That’s it.”
“Don’t lie to my face, dude.” Yoongi gives off a nervous chuckle. “What did she say to you?”
“She’s been telling people that you two weren’t serious and that she couldn’t really see you two together like that.. or— that she couldn’t see you like that.” Ouch. Yoongi’s fucking hurt, alright. And if that wasn’t enough, Yoongi catches the way Akio looks past his shoulder, so he follows his gaze. He turns to see you flirting with the hot soccer boy on campus, Kane, who was also notorious for sleeping around and messing with other females at the same time.
Great.
Fucking great.
Because he knows you wouldn’t turn that down— no, the fuck you wouldn’t.
And he wishes he was wrong because the moment he sees you hold onto his arm and let him walk you up into the dormitory, his heart sinks. Shatters to pieces. Everything feels numb.
He thought you two were on the same page. Clearly, you weren’t. He could never be that mad at you, though. Because he’s always gonna have it for you, always gonna have that soft spot for you and hold you close, even if you were meant to stray away, even if you were meant to be kept at a distance.
He could never be that mad at you,no.
“I’m sorry my guy, I really thought you two had been on the same page. I didn’t wanna be the first to break it to you like that. Maybe you should talk to her.”
“No, it’s good. You’re right, it’s really not that serious.” He lies.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, it’s whatever.” Akio shrugs.
“Alright then, I’m just saying. It could be good for you two to talk. It seems like there’s still a disconnect somewhere.” Yoongi ignores his added statement and pats him on the back.
“Gotta go, catch you later.” He thought you two were close enough, thought he could read every inch of you, be that person who knew you like the back of his hand. He thought he had the privilege of having that much access to you because god, never in a million years would he have guessed. It started off so innocently, started off as two friends going through college together, before it grew into something more.
He wished it could blossom into more.
But now, maybe he truly does have to keep you at a distance. Keep you away, treat you like your mind and heart had been somewhere else this entire time.
Fuck.
Later that evening, Yoongi runs into you after you finish up a review session in the library. It was the last thing he wanted to deal with tonight, but there was no turning back. You weren’t even aware that he knew about the things you said, seeing you with Kane earlier today. You knew nothing.
“Hey.” You giggle, swinging your arms around him, but he gently pries it off and continues to walk towards his dorm. “Wait, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just having an off day.” He says, keeping his head hung low.
an ⋮ hahahahah they are finally coming back together! also, i lowkey wanted to make this a little more angsty (and there will still be wtf moments) but you know what? fuck angst! fluff is where it’s at … i was also listening to cute songs so i physically couldn’t handle bad scenes… don’t judge me…
The bar was sleek, a prim employee standing behind it, creating fruity drinks for a few girls giggling with a singer you recognized. The entire back wall was filled with bottles of the most expensive drinks known to mankind. Bottles of whiskey, tequila, vodka— every kind and it overwhelmed you, unsure of what is in your budget for the night.
“Would you like something to drink?” The sudden voice of the bartender makes you look up, straightening up your posture.
“I don’t suppose you have some soju?” It’s a half joke, and you’re glad he catches on.
“I don’t suppose you have some soju?” It’s a half joke, and you’re glad he catches on.
He chuckles softly, “the cheapest on the menu is the margarita.”
You let out a sigh of relief, “thank god. Could I get one of those?”
“Of course,” he sends you a kind smile. “Coming right up.” The man turns away, focusing on making your drink, letting your eyes continue to run about the place.
The walls of the place are a sleek dark brown, no indentation or scratch anywhere. There were a few pieces dangling down from the ceiling, creating such a glittery light that you found captivating. It was fairly quiet, only some individuals speaking to one another, a few laughs when the conversation turned funny. It was a pleasant place.
You’re turning your body back to the bartender when your eyes latch onto a familiar figure. Walking towards you is the man you had held so near and dear to your heart for so long. The man you had stalked on Twitter, smiling bright as you came across a selfie with his gummy or bored smile. He looked the same, besides the slight rocker aesthetic he had in high school. His hair wasn’t sticking out in every direction, rather, it sat at the top of his head, shiny and fluffy. He didn’t wear the dark eye makeup he wore either, face smooth and fresh.
But his eyes. They were the same. They creased up when he sent you a smile, like all those times you two hung out in your bedroom and he laughed at your silly antics. The times you stood across the student body, nervous to give a speech, and he managed to help you relax with that damned smile. The one you felt yourself melting under as he stood across from you.
“Yoongi.” Your own smile is bright as you pick yourself up off the chair. He doesn’t say anything, rather, his eyes are trailing about your face, trying to take you in. He doesn’t seem to believe it’s real either, overwhelming feelings from the past rushing at the both of you. It’s not resentment like you had thought it would be, it was nothing but happiness and excitement. Taking things into your own hands, you wrap your arms around his figure, his cold leather jacket pushed up against you.
He doesn’t hesitate wrapping his own arms around you, chin laying atop of your head, taking you in completely. “It’s been so long.” He mumbles, feeling his chest rumble with every word.
“It has.” Your voice is shaky, with nerves and slight fear. You feel absolutely insane for loving being in his hold. It was if the two of you weren’t parted for ten years, getting back to where you last were before it went wrong. It was unbelievable how much of a hold he still had on you.
You hesitantly pull away, sitting back down onto your seat as Yoongi takes the one right beside you.
“You look the same.” You begin. “You’re just missing that messy hairstyle and eyeliner.”
“That was a look,” he laughs, thinking back to his high school days. “My mom was so happy when I grew out of that phase.”
“It was cute.” You smile at him, grabbing the drink that had been placed for you. “Had all the girls swooning.”
He scoffs with a laugh, “you and I both know no one swooned over me. They were all scared of me.”
“Aw come on,” you tease. “They wouldn’t ask you out but they definitely looked for too long when you walked by.”
“Hmm, I’m not sure I believe you.”
“Why would I lie?”
“To stroke my ego?”
“I know, you know I don’t need to stroke anything, your ego is through the roof.”
He shakes his head, “me? Never.”
“Oh, really? Mr. Tongue Technology rapping about all the designer stuff he has.”
“Hey, I worked for that designer, you bet your ass I’m gonna rap about it.”
You can’t help but laugh at his childish demeanor. Despite the tough persona he put on, he was still the introverted Yoongi who liked stuffed bears on his bed and his mom to cut up his fruit.
When you first met him, he had cozied up to you almost immediately. Hoseok liked to joke that you’d end up dating in middle school, to which you both declined, blushing messes. Nevertheless, you two continued sticking to one another like glue — as did the others. It wasn’t until the summer going into freshman year that Hoseok’s premonition came true.
Thinking back, you weren’t even sure how it happened. One second, you were at camp, sitting at a bench with Yoongi during study hour. The next, you found your lips pressed to his. It was awkward, a stale kiss that barely had any passion, but the two of you learned together because soon after, your relationship was set. A true best friend to lovers trope that you liked to read growing up.
Only there wasn’t a happy ending. You didn’t end up together, time passed, heartbreaks healed and now, you were sitting at a bar, chatting about the happenings in each other’s lives. You weren’t married to him like you thought you would be at eighteen, you didn’t own a house with him, you didn’t have kids with him — you had nothing with him. Nothing but the hope of rekindling your many years of friendship.
Yoongi managed to convince you he’d pay for drinks, and scolded the bartender (who he’s friends with) for scaring you with the prices. In a more sarcastic way than snobby, he assured you it wouldn’t make a dent in his wallet. Hesitantly, you gave in, drinking the same expensive thing he did.
Now, you’re 28 years old. You’re not the most lightweight, years of experience piling up, but the quality must have been amazing, the mood turning lighter the more the two of you drank. Your bodies drew closer to one another, laughing over another story of yours from New York and your previous coworkers. What seemed to get to you the most wasn’t how good he looked or how sweet his smile was (although they do play a hand.). It was how enthralled he was on you. He watched your lips move as you spoke fervently about something you found fascinating. He nods, telling you to keep going, eyes not leaving you once.
And you’re weak. You’re a weak, weak person for the guy you hadn’t wanted to let go in the first place. He was so sweet and he was the same Yoongi you knew and loved, only much more attentive. It was exactly what you wanted from him to begin with.
Perhaps it was also the fact that you hadn’t slept with anyone in such a long time, but god, you wanted him badly. And you had to be an idiot to miss the way he wanted you just as much.
It’s how the two of you ended up in his huge apartment, dragging each other’s clothes off as hastily as possible. Your lips connected once free, toppling onto his all too big of a bed. You only pull away when you pull on your own hair, a loud laugh coming from the two of you at the awkward moment. But it doesn’t deter you, rather, it fuels you further.
Heart full, laughing at any awkward exchange, you two share a night that could either make or break your shared futures.
！ ׅ࣪ ✰︬ ࣪ ׅ ☺︎ ׅ ࣪ ♡ ⃝ ࣪ ׅ ᵎᵎ
an ⋮ i was going to write smut but im so frustrated with everything i write that i had to scrap it or i’d embarrass myself but thank you for reading! i know ppl sometimes read smau’s for the quick read which is why there will only be like a max of one of two written portions throughout the story! gimme ur thoughts! talking to u about my series motivates me a ton, so don’t be shy to talk to me! love u, take care, besitos!
an ⋮ hello, im super sorry this is late! life has been a little busying and i didn’t have much time to write, i apologize! but here it is! hearing y’all’s feedback motivates me a lot, so don’t be afraid to talk to me! and can we pls pretend those dms are tinder chats? i didn’t have a layout LMAO SORRY!!!
you don’t know how it happens in every single party, but you always end up next to yoongi, grumbling and complaining but still with him beside you and even after several incidents of pouring drinks on each other and pretending it was a mistake, or just plain insulting each other right to your faces, or ruining dates for the other by fake flirting, you always end up next to him.
you never really understood your hatred for min yoongi, but it’s always been there, whenever you see him, you always either leave the room to not be around him at all or you start bickering with him until the day ends, it’s usually always the latter, he knows just how to rile you up, he knows just what to say to piss you right off, and you always give in to his stupid arguments.
and apparently, even right now, with all your friends dancing and enjoying themselves, you stand in the corner while idly mixing your drink slowly, and it takes everything in you to not roll your eyes when yoongi catches your eye across the room and starts his making his way over to you.
“what are you doing here, doll?” he asks, hands in pockets, his ever-present smirk settled nicely on his face, the nickname that falls from his mouth makes you roll your eyes, he’s been calling you that forever, no matter how many times you’ve complained and hit him for it.
you notice his tattoos peeking from the collar of his leather jacket which mirrors the one on your body. it is hard to not do a full head to toe scan when yoongi manages to look this good even as he’s half drunk.
you hate him but you’re not blind, you know that he is attractive and he knows it too, he knows it all too well.
“none of your goddamn business, min yoongi, get back to your friends.” your bitter reply is no surprise to him and that becomes evident with how he laughs at you and pulls himself up on the table you were resting on, looking down at you with pure amusement dancing in his eyes.
“they’re shit drunk, and i don’t want to deal with anyone vomiting all over me” he shrugs as he takes another swig and you turn to look at his friends who were falling over each other and laughing for no reason at all.
somewhere in you, you know that he’s lying, he wouldn’t mind if his friends vomit over him, he wouldn’t care even when he’s going to be the one who will drive them home after this and make sure that they’re safe but yoongi doesn’t need to know that you know about him.
“such a good friend” you dryly muse and walk away from him, only for him to jump off the table and follow you, you stop in your steps and he does too, making you grit your teeth and look at him with an evident glare in your eyes.
“what do you think you’re doing?”
“none of your goddamn business, doll.”
yeah, you hate him. you take back every nice thought you’ve ever had about him.
he gives you an innocent smile and it takes everything in you to not strangle him. you swiftly turn the other way and speed walk till you’re outside the house, taking a deep breathe now that you’re free from the obnoxious people and music. just when you stretch your legs out to settle there for a bit, you see someone barging their way out, almost hitting your arm, you turn to curse them out just to see jimin come out from the same way, following the previous person.
you only know jimin because he works in namjoon’s bakery, and he’s in one of your classes, you’re friendly enough to greet each other but that’s it, so when you see him fighting with the person who barged out first, and the fight showing no signs of calming down, you roll your eyes at how stupid they sound, why can’t they just kiss already? you can literally feel the sexual tension in the air and they seem to be in absolute denial about it, but deciding that it was best to leave them alone, you unwillingly tip toe your way back into the house.
the party is still raging and loud and you can’t really distinguish who is who anymore, so you just push your way through the crowd, murmuring excuse me’s and curses to people who push you, only to find yourself in the living room where all your friends are gathered. they immediately perk up at your entrance, drunk smiles gleaming even in the darkness and you hate to admit that you sense some mischief in the air.
“i was looking for you, come here, sit down” jennie smiles as soon as she sees you and pats the seat next to her, you hesitantly sit and warily eye the bottle in the middle of the circle you’re sat at.
“what’s going on here?”
“we’re playing spin the bottle because we literally have nothing left to do” jisoo complains from opposite to you and you throw your head back with a groan, at the corner of your eye, you see yoongi walk in with his own friends and you don’t even want to look up again.
“how bored are you guys?” you complain but get comfortable in your seat anyway, it’s not like you were any less bored than they were.
“just say you’re too much of a wimp to play and leave already.” yoongi’s voice is crystal clear even with the loud music and everyone starts ooh’ing at his sentence, all of them were already used to your endless bickering and they always act like they know something you both don’t, you never cared enough to ask them anyway. you rolled your eyes before setting them on him with a bored expression.
“you’re still standing min yoongi, so who’s the real wimp here?” and now, everyone’s ooh’ing at you, he looks up at you with the same smirk that always annoys you and cocks an eyebrow before sitting directly in front of you, then pins you with only challenge clear in his eyes.
“okay, so the rules are pretty simple.” you look away from him and focus on listening to chaeyoung as she explains what exactly are the set rules.
“so when we spin the bottle, the people at the ends of the bottle either kiss each other or one of them gets to give a dare to the other, and the other cannot refuse” jisoo smiles at you as she plays with the bottle in her hand and you know what’s going on in her little head, she’s always been convinced that you have a crush on yoongi but you were close to vomiting on her when she told you that, she hasn’t backed down though and if you know her, she’s probably thinking this is some magical way to get you to kiss yoongi but you would jump into a well before that happens.
“the only person i want to kiss in this room is you” yoongi wears a wide, confident grin as he points to the random girl he’s been talking up since the beginning of the party and you watch with raised eyebrows as she blushes and buries her face into his shoulder.
poor girl, you wince to yourself.
and yoongi’s drinking up the affection, cooing at her and wrapping his arm around her shoulder, not letting her go even as the bottle spins speedily and lands on taehyung and some girl you’ve seen around the campus, you have never really looked at her but she does seem a little out of place in the party, and you make a note to yourself to talk to her later, you hate that feeling of being isolated and you wouldn’t want her to feel that way.
everyone watches them with excited and curious eyes, taehyung has a huge smile on his face as he wiggles his eyebrows at the girl who looks like she wants to run away, but then taehyung reaches over and whispers something into her ear and everyone erupts into cheers when he reaches for his hoodie on the floor and drops it on their heads, the hoodie comes off to reveal one flushed face and taehyung who is positively beaming. though the kiss is over, at least you assume it is over, everyone’s gaze lingers on the quiet girl who all but is biting on her lip and averting her gaze to the floor.
“stop making her uncomfortable and spin the bottle already” you say plainly as you leaned back on your hands, you could tell she wanted anything but attention, she just had a stiff posture and this was clearly new for her, so you decided to help her out. she flashed you a quick grateful look and you gently smile at her.
and the bottle kept spinning, most opted for the kisses, and each time someone would kiss, the entire room would be chaos, with people whooping and waving their hands, you bury your head into your hands each time that happens because you can’t believe most of these people are well in their 20’s and are still this excited over seeing their peers kiss but you enjoy the energy in the air, it’s familiar and being around your friends is something you’re always grateful for.
“wait wait yoongi didn’t spin the bottle” lisa points out along with chaeyoung and they both have happy smirks on their faces as everyone nods in agreement, soon cheering him on to spin it already and yoongi surrenders with raised hands.
the bottle spins and you hold your breath because you would do anything to not be at the other end of it.
you exhale in relief when it lands on who yoongi wanted it to land on, the girl who’s been around him all night, he just looks at her with a smile and she leans forward with sparkling eyes, and you look away just when the sound of smacking lips fills the air, immediately everyone starts shouting and that’s when you understand that maybe the kiss wasn’t innocent at all, you almost do a double take when you hear a silent moan in midst of all the chaos, looking back when the shouts die down to see the girls with pink cheeks and yoongi who had a proud smile on his face.
and you don’t know why, but at that moment, your annoyance for him touches the roof.
maybe because he was oozing confidence always?
maybe because it sounded like he was an incredible kisser?
maybe because he’s got someone blushing right next to him with just a kiss?
you don’t know and frankly you also don’t understand why you stand up from the circle right then, everyone’s eyes lands on you and you shift on your feet, you hate attention, and you particularly hate yoongi who immediately looks at you standing.
“i just need a refill, i will be back, you guys play” you gesture towards the kitchen and leave the living room with fast steps, you only let out a breath of relief once you’re in the kinda empty kitchen, it still has like 10 people but not one of them gives a fuck about you, which is exactly what you need.
you spot the tequila bottles but they are empty, making you groan out loud in frustration and you want to throw a chair into the window, because how the fuck do these people drink so fast? last time you were here, there were 10 huge, full bottles and they’re just gone now.
“fucking great” you mumble and squeeze your eyes shut as you lean back on the counter.
you don’t even want to go back to the circle and see yoongi’s face or the girl that he’s with who seems to blush about everything like who’s going to tell her that yoongi will probably drop her in a week?
you stomp your way back to the living room, and sit down with a huff, not looking at anyone, just letting the game continue around you and zoning out until someone asks you something.
your eyes don’t leave the bottle in the middle of the circle, staring as it spins and claims its victims, and you only snap out of your thoughts when jennie nudges you, you are a little startled when she pushes the bottle into your hand with a small smile.
“it’s your turn, spin it” she gently instructs, and you almost just want to cuddle her and go to sleep because she’s always been so nice to you and maybe it’s because you’re half-drunk and you’re mildly irritated by everything, but you feel so grateful to her soft voice.
but her words also make you pause, it’s your turn after god knows how many turns and you want to skip it, there’s no one in this room that you want to kiss.
“see, i told you, she’s a wimp” you glare up at yoongi as he stares you down, and with a grumble, you snatch the bottle from jennie’s hands and give it one rough spin. you silently pray that it lands on anyone but yoongi.
your heart almost pauses when it seems to slow down near yoongi, but then it tilts right at the last second, you feel lighter as you look up to see jisoo at the other end of the bottle, who has a cheeky smile on her face, you lean back with your won smile because you could just kiss her, it’s no big deal.
“so, kiss?” you raise your eyebrows at her and she narrows her eyes at you playfully, looking you up and down and you giggle at her fake horny expression.
“as much as i love kissing, i have a dare for you.” you eye her cautiously as she says this, why isn’t she just opting for the kiss?
“i’m not stripping down naked if that’s what you’re going to say” you deadpan, to lighten the tension in the room and everyone laughs, taking swigs of their drinks and someone yells party pooper.
“why can’t we just kiss and get it over with?” you whined when she stayed silent and jisoo shook her head happily as everyone’s ears and eyes focused on what would leave jisoo’s mouth, she smirks a little at their enthusiasm and your slightly scared expression.
“the dare is” she pauses for dramatics and you throw the bottle cap at her making her jump and giggle.
“okay okay, the dare is, you have to get a tattoo in yoongi’s shop by yoongi, he gets to choose which one too.”
she did not.
“i’m sorry, did i hear you right?” you leaned forward with a cocked eyebrow because jisoo wouldn’t do this to you.
right?
“i’ll go easy with the needle on you, doll” yoongi chuckles from his spot.
“shut the fuck up, min yoongi” you snarl at him and fix your gaze on jisoo again as she shrugs with a delighted smile on her face.
“hey, i could just kick you out from my store, you know that right?” you ignore his words with a roll of your tongue against your cheek and run a hand through your hair, this is far from how you wanted your night to go.
“are you going to back off from a dare, y/n?” chaeyoung raises her eyebrows at you and it feels like thye’ve definitely planned this shit from the start but the mocking in her tone doesn’t allow you to say no.
“fucking hell, i’ll do it.” you give in because again, you are never one to back off from a challenge. even if you’re really scared of needles, you can do this.
“who said i’m doing it for you?” he questions with narrowed eyes and everyone in the room breaks into scattered giggles.
“i’ll give you a month y/n, convince him and get it done.” jisoo says, triumph clear in her face and tone as she calmly hands the bottle to its next victim.
again, this isn’t how you wanted your night to go.
-
convincing yoongi, as it turns out, was the hardest thing you have ever tried to do, and you take history in college.
not only is he insanely stubborn, but it also feels like he seriously gets off from pissing you off every single time, because the minute you start to get somewhere with convincing him, he would say something stupid, you would curse him out and you’re back to square one with your mission.
it’s been a week since the party and you’ve got no progress on him.
“okay, i can do this, it’s just stupid yoongi” you encourage yourself lightly by tapping your shoulders in butterfly position, because there’s nothing else that calms you down from the inevitability of having to talk to him.
you’re not sure why you are doing so much for a dare, but it feels like this is the chance to prove to your friends that the only feelings you have for yoongi is hatred, you cannot have them thinking you like him when even the thought of him annoys you to the core.
but you’re still here, with a bag of tempura shrimp and fried rice because apparently that’s his favorite food, and as the old saying goes, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.
now, if you were reached his heart, you would probably rip it out but you’re doing what you can to get the dare over with. you ring the bell and stand back, but nothing prepares you for the sight in front of you.
a girl in just a t-shirt, most probably yoongi’s, who’s definitely not his girlfriend.
didn’t they say the girl at the party became his girlfriend afterwards?
well, at least the girl looks just as surprised as you do, and she even starts getting teary eyed and that’s when you realized what this looks like, you brought him food, pretty early in the morning, you’re dressed up well because you just like to look good, and she could be assuming that she just slept with a taken man.
“doll, is that you?” yoongi’s voice comes from behind her and you grit your teeth in annoyance at his presence.
wait, where the fuck is his shirt?
you immediately avert your gaze from his bare skin and look at the girl in front of you who’s trembling, why the fuck did he call you doll with her right beside him?
“look, i know what this looks like but i’m not his girlfriend, i honestly hate him the most out of everyone i know, so you two are still fine, and gosh just wipe those tears please, i hate making people cry” you mumble the last part as the girl sniffles and nod while wiping the tears off her cheek, yoongi coos behind her and gives her a small kiss to the top of her head which makes her grin again.
he has a girlfriend, what is he doing?
you try so hard to hide the deep scowl on your face as you watch the sickeningly sweet exchange in front of you and tap your feet impatiently as you wait for them to finish.
“come in” yoongi says simply and disappears down the hallway with the girl, and you step in sheepishly, you look around the apartment and it’s surprisingly cleaner than you thought it would be, not knowing what to do with both of them gone, you enter the kitchen and plop down on a stool.
“i’ll call you later okay” you hear yoongi whisper and you slam your head on the table in front of you because that is a very sad attempt at a whisper, his whisper is loud as fuck, and it travels all the way to you, and you’re not a liar, his voice sounds hot, it’s husky, low and if someone whispers to you like that, you know that you will melt into a puddle.
you also hear the loud smack of a kiss and it takes everything in you to keep your ass planted on the stool and not run away from here.
the girl appears near the doorway of the kitchen and gives you a bright and happy wave, you wave back at her because as much as her tears surprised you, she still seemed friendly.
“so, what’s in that bag?” yoongi walks into the kitchen, thankfully with a shirt on, and you place the bag on the counter, not saying anything and letting him look through by himself.
“tempura shrimp and fried rice, are you trying to get me to ask you out?” yoongi chuckled as he pulled out the boxes and you frown at his statement.
“don’t flatter yourself” you mumble and pick your phone up to scroll as he sits down to eat, you notice him place a plate in front of you and look up in confusion.
“go on, serve yourself, i’m not doing that for you.” he gestures to the boxes with a wave of his hand.
“this is for you, more precisely for the tattoo.”
“i know doll, just eat the food.” if you aren’t wrong, you can hear some disappointment in his voice and he doesn’t even look at you as he says that, so you just shrug and take a box to fill half your plate with the food and continue to glance at him weirdly from time to time.
this feels strangely domestic, there is nothing but silence as you two eat but for once, you don’t want to strangle him to death, he doesn’t say shit to piss you off either, and the silence is comfortable, you thought it would be awkward to be in his apartment but you don’t feel that way at all.
“i’m still not doing your tattoo” yoongi says and the door shuts in your face as you stand outside his apartment with mouth agape and slumped shoulders.
then why was he being all nice just 10 minutes ago?
you kick the door with your foot and huff out in frustration because you really cannot think of anything else that could convince him.
what are you going to do now?
what could you possibly do now?
wait a minute.
his girlfriend.
“jisoo, are you sure that the girl from the party is still his girlfriend?” you almost yell into the phone to try and make your voice heard even with the loud traffic beside you and jisoo winces from the sound.
“yes, i’m sure, she was bragging about it in class today” you can hear how annoyed jisoo sounds though the phone and bingo!
you know just how to get yoongi to do your tattoo.
-
you get drowned in your own assignments the following week and don’t bother to look for yoongi, and honestly, you forget about the dare until your dear friends remind you at lunch when you were just trying to peacefully eat your food.
and you don’t even see yoongi around the campus anymore, he doesn’t even show up to the one class you have in common, but his attendance is obviously taken care of because of his friends who work in student council, you’re not going to lie, you are jealous of that, you would kill to miss some classes and still have your attendance intact.
“hey seokjin, wait up!” you spot yoongi’s friend down the hallway and you don’t really care that you literally look like a homeless person with your hoodie and loose shorts, you didn’t run all the way across campus to care about how you look, you need to know where the fuck min yoongi is so you can blackmail him and just finish the dare.
“hello y/n” he faintly smiles while sipping his coffee, how does he still look good when he’s tired though? if it weren’t for the fact that he was taken, you would definitely try to get with him but your chance is over. you feel a little self-conscious with your less than appropriate outfit and his polished look, but that shouldn’t be your concern right now.
“where is yoongi? he hasn’t been coming to classes.”
“why do you want to know? don’t you hate him?” he narrows his eyes at you and you slump a little, how many people knew of the fact that you hate each other? it’s not like you can blame them, you both fight in full parties, word is bound to travel.
“i do, i just have something to ask him.”
“is it really important?” he fixes you with a more serious look and you almost feel nervous before clearing your throat and nodding fiercely.
“yes, it is.”
“he’s been hanging out at our friend’s music studio for a while now, you can find him there, i’ll text you the address” and with that, jin blends into the crowd of people around you while you stay frozen.
what does yoongi do in a music studio? you wonder silently with your head tilted as you walk to your next class.
maybe you don’t know him as well as you thought you did.
-
the music studio wasn’t too far away your campus, and you could walk there even with your heavy backpack, you huff once you reach the run-down building, staring at it with curiosity filled in your eyes.
you definitely didn’t know anything about yoongi and music, sure you knew that he was a phenomenal piano player and also that he was very shy about it, you’ve only ever seen him play once and it was only because he was pretty drunk then.
you look around to try and find the room that jin told you about, brushing past several strange looking men but they are the least of your worries, you have dealt with idiots all the time at the bar and in parties, you will beat someone up if they mess with you.
“doll, what the fuck are you doing here?” you hear his irritated voice and silently heave out in relief because you immediately feel safer than you did just a minute ago.
“i should be asking you that.” you look at him with raised eyebrows and watch as he runs a hand across his face exasperatedly, only to march over to you, grabbing your wrist and dragging you with him.
if it were any other man dragging you around like this, you would break their wrist but this was yoongi, you trust yoongi, and as much as you hate him, you know yoongi would never hurt you.
he pushes the two of you into a room and closes the door behind him, you immediately snatch your wrist from his grip and rub at the spot he gripped too hard.
“okay, you didn’t have to do that.” you mumble while massaging your sore wrist.
“what are you doing here?” he doesn’t hesitate to jump right into it.
and you want to bring up his girlfriend but he looks pretty annoyed, you’re not sure if this is the time to push his buttons even more.
“i just, i was around but the real question is, what are you doing in a music studio?” you throw the question back to him and quickly scan the room you’re in right now, there’s a sound system, a keyboard, some speakers lying around and other equipment you know nothing about.
“i don’t have to tell you that” he deadpans and you retaliate a little, your posture faltering at his firm tone because while yoongi has always been rude to you, there’s a certain coldness to his voice right now that you just don’t recognize.
“you’re right, you don’t.” he really doesn’t. and now, everything you’ve done looks stupid to you, like taking food to his home and meeting some random girl, chasing seokjin on campus even when you don’t have any familiarity with him just to find about yoongi and even refusing to back down from a dare that you could just deny.
you don’t think you’re doing this for the dare anymore.
yoongi sighs when he sees your rigid posture and head hung low because damn it, he feels bad for being mean to you and he never feels bad about being mean to you, being mean to you just comes naturally to him but you just look so small right now, the air of pride and arrogance that you usually carry isn’t around you anymore and yoongi doesn’t know what to do.
“how did you find out?” he asks finally, taking a seat near the equipment and you don’t want to tattle on jin but you have no choice.
“just asked around.” you still tried to cover up jin’s name and yoongi raises his eyebrows at you like he doesn’t believe you.
“fine, seokjin told me” you squeeze out and you just hope that jin isn’t the type to hold grudges.
“you really went all the way to jin to ask about me?” jin is across campus from you, which explains why you don’t know him all that well but you did find out where jin is, just to ask him about yoongi.
but yoongi doesn’t need to know about that.
“don’t think too much about it, i had a class on that way.” you stubbornly lie through your teeth.
“no, you don’t” yoongi spins around in his chair to gather some notes in front of him.
“what?”
“you don’t have a class that way y/n, we both know that.” how the fuck does he know that?
“why didn’t you just ask me? or come to my apartment? you’ve already been there and i truly don’t understand why you went all the way to jin to ask about me.” yoongi’s words are softer, a lot less cold than before, and a lot more like the yoongi you know. which causes the return of your unfaltering confidence.
“i don’t know your number, and i didn’t want to intrude on you in your apartment again.” you answer honestly.
“but you think it’s okay to intrude on me in my studio?” the mocking in his tone doesn’t go past you and for a second, you don’t know what to say but if you’re talented in anything, it has to be the fact that you’re insanely good at changing subjects.
“speaking of the studio, what are you even doing in this studio? don’t you have a tattoo shop to take care of?” you huff and sit down on a nearby stool. you know that you’ve done a wonderful job at changing the topic because yoongi stills in his seat, not a sign of movement from him.
“or you know, just don’t tell me i guess” you add with a petty tone which has him sighing once again and turning in his seat.
“you’re really pushing the limit here, doll.” it sounds like he’s warning you but you have never been one to give a shit about his warnings.
besides, you always thought you knew yoongi, like really know him and as it turns out, you know nothing at all which has you craving to know everything.
“haven’t i always done that?” you flutter your eyelashes at him dramatically which draws a small smile on his face, it’s a rare smile, you’ve only ever seen him smile like that with his friends or when he’s flustered.
interesting.
“fine, i will tell you” you immediately jump in your place, leaning forward to listen with the utmost attention, eyes wide open and lips pursed because you can’t believe mysterious man of the campus (he gave that title to himself last year) is finally opening up to you.
“you can’t tell anyone else, you have to promise me that” the seriousness in his voice tells you he’s definitely not joking around anymore and you aren’t going to do that either, so you sit up straight and nod obediently.
“my tattoo shop, to put in one way, was a rushed decision doll, i don’t know why i thought it would be a good idea but i thought as long as it brought in money for me, i don’t have to worry about anything else but i was wrong. i was so wrong.” admitting his mistake to you, his enemy basically, takes a lot of courage and you can’t help but feel a little touched that he shared it with you. and that he’s willing to share more.
“the income was great, but it isn’t where my heart is at, you know? even the course in college right now, i don’t feel anything towards it but music, ah music makes me feel everything i’ve ever wanted to feel.” yoongi doesn’t know why he feels so comfortable telling you all this when all your previous conversations have been catty comments to each other but when he looks at you listening to him sincerely, he feels like he can tell you anything.
“you probably know that i play the piano?” you nod enthusiastically, finally it was something you knew about him.
“yeah i do, you’re good even when you’re drunk.” you beam at him and he laughs at the stupid grin on your face.
he feels like he’s the teacher here and you’re the teacher’s pet.
but he knows if he says that out loud, you will probably kick him in the leg. and yoongi hates bruises so he shoves that happy thought to the back of his head, he will laugh about it to himself later.
“i’ve been writing songs forever now doll, and i’m finally getting somewhere with it, i’m going to hand over the tattoo shop to my sister and jungkook who are more passionate about it than i will ever be.”
he looks regretful almost, like he started something he couldn’t finish but you see yoongi in a new light now, writing songs, producing music, it isn’t child’s play, you know that a lot goes into putting your emotions into words and you admire yoongi for how honest he was with you even if he didn’t have to be.
“and focus on music full-time?” you ask gently and he nods.
“that is the plan, yes.”
so, this could be why he shut the door on your face even after the tempura prawns and fried rice, he’s going to stop working at the shop soon.
“isn’t jungkook that guy who is friends with jimin?” you distinctly remember jungkook’s name from somewhere but you can’t remember where you’ve seen him.
“yeah, they work at namjoon’s bakery together.” yoongi provides you your answer easily and you snap your fingers, you saw jungkook when you went to get a muffin from namjoon, he told you he would give you a discount and you couldn’t say no to that.
“that’s where i saw him, i remember now.”
yoongi stays silent, drumming his fingers against his leg and thinking by himself, he looked insanely attractive even with that stressed look on his face, he’s even wearing torn jeans today for heavens’ sake and you feel a little hot, you pick at your collar to try and cool your warming body down.
you can’t let him know the effect he has on you.
“you don’t have to worry about me telling anyone, i won’t. your secret’s safe with me” you smile at him and he gives you a grateful look before rubbing his palms on his legs, he doesn’t know what to say anymore and he feels weird just leaving himself completely vulnerable to you but yoongi trusts you, he might hate you but he still trusts you to not be that cruel.
“so, what did you come here for?” he asks, leaning back on his chair and you freeze.
how are you going to tell him that you came all the way here just to blackmail him after he’s told you his passion-filled story?
“it’s nothing important, don’t even worry about it” you wave your hand dismissively with a nervous chuckle leaving your lips and like always, yoongi doesn’t believe you.
“it must have been pretty important if you ran to jin to ask him where i am” he points out and you hate that he’s right.
“it is not important at all.” you lamely respond and yoongi cocks his eyebrow before leaning over and grabbing your stool and pulling him towards you, so that you’re face-to-face with each other.
your heart literally stops beating when his eyes meet yours, his are filled with steely determination and you’re sure that your eyes have wimp written all over them, just what yoongi always called you and it doesn’t help that you can’t think with his breath fanning over your face in hot flashes.
“i-i told you, it’s not important” you whine lightly and yoongi has an easy grin on his face because of your stutter.
“just say it, doll.” the command in his tone is really something you can’t ignore, because not only does it make you shiver, but it also puts you on autopilot to do what he asks.
“i know that the girl that you were with, in your apartment the other day, isn’t your girlfriend” you breath out and your heart returns to its pace when yoongi lets your stool go with a frown.
“girlfriend?”
“your girlfriend is the one from the party so i’m saying that i know you’re cheating on her with that other girl.” you don’t know why you keep talking but you do, you wish you would shut up already because yoongi finally isn’t that much of a mystery anymore and blackmailing him will just put his walls up again, but you don’t shut up.
“what are you trying to do, y/n?” with the lack of his usual nickname, the sentence seems colder, just like the tone he used when you first walked in.
and that’s when you know that any and all progress you’ve made with him is gone in the dust, you think might as well just destroy it all while you’re at it.
“i will keep my mouth shut near your girlfriend if you just finish my tattoo” you have never felt more stupid in your life, because you’re doing all this while you’re fully conscious, at least when you’re drunk, you have an excuse.
“so, you would tell on me if i didn’t do that tattoo for you?” you feel even more like an idiot when he puts it that way but you remind yourself pathetically that you hate him, and you don’t care what he thinks of you, so you nod a simple yes.
“wow doll, you play a nice game, huh?” he chuckles darkly as he throws his head back and you know that while his words might be funny, his tone and expression are anything but.
you shouldn’t feel guilty about this but you do, there’s this sinking feeling in your chest that whatever you’re doing right now, is not worth it.
just when you open your mouth to take back the words you’ve said and apologize and reassure him that you see him with more respect now, that his story and secret will forever be safe with you, that you admire his passion, you don’t get the chance to when yoongi shuts you up with his.
“fine, i’ll do your stupid tattoo, now get out of my studio.” your heart sinks at his blunt words and he says them while not looking at you at all, you know that you deserve it though which is why you shamefully nod and turns towards the door, leaving him alone in his studio again.
-
the next few days are a blur, and you’re back at some stupid party.
you needed to forget.
but as much as you tried to push yoongi away from your thoughts, there’s this nagging feeling that claws at you, you don’t understand why you feel as guilty as you do, but it doesn’t go away, it increased each time he saw you in campus and turned his head away like you were nothing to him.
and you hate that you’re nothing to him, you were at least an enemy before but now, he disregards you so easily.
why do you want to be something to him?
you aren’t stupid enough to bring up the tattoo though, you just figured you would give him the chance to tell you or just not get it at all, you are not going to run your mouth again.
“oh, jin’s here, did you hear about his girlfriend? i heard she’s trouble” you hear someone mumble next to you, and you immediately look up to see yoongi with jin and some other friends you don’t recognize, he doesn’t see you though and you want to hide away, you don’t want to see him just yet.
you duck your head low, clutching your red solo cup in your hand and moving away from his line of sight, the only place you know that is safe from everyone in this party is the balcony upstairs so you inform your friends that you’re going to get some air and leave.
as soon as you open the door, you welcome the fresh air that greets you, the night is especially cold and windy but you love it, you just tug your leather jacket closer and lean your body on the railing as you think back on everything that’s been happening.
why did you open your mouth in the studio?
why did you go to the studio at all?
why are you so desperate to prove your friends wrong?
maybe your friends were right? that can’t be though, you don’t like yoongi that way. or at least, you don’t know if you do.
you bite your lip once you feel tears of frustration pooling in your eyes because you brought this on yourself and you don’t even understand why you are so mad about this like yoongi used to mean nothing to you or did you just think he meant nothing to you?
you really want to call off the dare because at this point, it’s gotten too far.
“it’s freezing here, come back in.” you stiffen at the sound of yoongi and don’t even turn around, you just wish he goes away because of how you’re ignoring him. you hear steps and you almost sigh in relief, thinking that he left but when the steps keep getting louder, you turn around confusedly only to see yoongi walking towards you. he reaches where you stand as you hold your breath and he just looks at you while you look away with flushed cheeks.
“this isn’t the time to be stubborn doll, just come in.” he lightly scolds you and you huff out in frustration.
“why don’t you go in?” you snap, finally looking at him and almost instantly shrink back down because you’re really in no position to give him an attitude. yoongi clenches his jaw, trying hard to mask his annoyance because he doesn’t understand why he can’t get his feet to just move and leave you alone like you clearly want him to.
“i told you i will do the damn tattoo, why are you still being a bitch?” his words are like a harsh slap to your face, does he really think you’re still going on about the tattoo?
“this isn’t about the fucking tattoo, yoongi!” you yell at him, throwing your hands in the air and running a hand though your hair, almost pulling too harshly at the roots.
“then what is it about?” he crosses his arms over his chest, taking more steps towards you and looks at you sternly, and you don’t know what to tell him.
“you won’t understand” you shake your head pathetically, now even more confused with the close proximity you two shared but yoongi doesn’t move, he stays right where he is, so close to you that you feel dizzy.
“you don’t know that” he fires back and up close, you can see his frown getting deeper. the tension in the air is high and both of you are breathing heavier than necessary and your eyes stay glued on each other, if you moved a little more, you would be fully leaning on him and even from your position, you can feel his body heat.
“i used to think you meant nothing to me and all you’ll ever be is someone who will drive my nail to the wall, but turns out, i was fucking wrong about that, i was wrong and i can’t stand being nothing to you and you definitely don’t mean nothing to me anymore, and i don’t even know why i’m telling you all of this when you obviously don’t give a shit.” you hold your gaze as you try to put your emotions into words, it’s a mess but you feel lighter, things are ruined anyway and all you want to do right now is pull him close to you and just hold him all night even as you’re yelling at him, as fucked up as that sounds.
“do you really want to know what’s going on?” your voice is reduced to a mumble as your eyes shift from his eyes and move towards his lips, his gaze travels with yours and his eyes land on your lips too, and before he could let another breath out, you pull his collar to you and tilt your head to meet his lips.
yoongi responds immediately, his hands snaking around your waist to squeeze your hips and pulling you closer till your chest met his, as your fingers tangle themselves in his hair, tugging lightly, just enough to make him groan lowly, and the sound sends a shiver down your body.
neither of you pull apart for air, just letting yourself getting lost in him, in the taste of him that you’ve been unknowingly chasing for so long, and every touch he leaves on your body feels like a trail of fire that burns bright.
kissing yoongi was probably the best thing you’ll ever experience in your life.
and you’re scared to pull away because you know that nothing will ever be the same again, you just want to stay in this moment for as long as you can, forever if you can, avoid reality for as long as you can.
but of course, not all of your wishes come true.
you eventually push lightly at his chest to gasp for air, fingers curling around his shirt, you don’t want to let go and he leans his forehead on yours, breathing heavily as well, his eyes are tender as they watch you catch your breath, his hands leave your hips and gingerly reach out to tuck your hair back into place, all while his eyes never leaves yours and everything feels so intimate and delicate, like it’s just you and him in this night, every sound, anyone else are all white noise.
“yoongi” you mutter as you slip your fingers away from his hair and he shakes his head, taking your hand in his and holding it to the side of his face.
“please don’t say anything” there is pleading in his tone, a wish that you owe him for all the times you’ve fucked up so you do as he says, you let him caress your hands as his forehead never leaves yours, but he isn’t looking at you anymore, you don’t complain though because this way, you can look at him all you want and he will never know.
but after a while of just letting the wind embrace you two, you decide that you can’t live in this feeling forever, especially when everything feels so confusing and neither of you have a clue about what is going on, the only thing you know is that you’re in each other’s arms and that’s it, that’s all you know.
and that’s not enough.
“yoongi, your girlfriend” you whisper painfully, your heart is caught in your throat when his fingers pause on your skin, slowly retracting back to himself and he leans away from you, hands still loosely gripping your fingers, you already miss his warmth enveloping you. but you can’t be selfish, it’s no longer only both of your hearts that are involved.
“we can’t do this.” you pull yourself away from him and wipe the corners of your eyes that almost leak your tears, yoongi doesn’t say anything, but his silence is his surrender to the situation, you take his silence to be his agreement with you, that this isn’t okay.
taking his silence and compliance as your answer, you leave before your heart breaks even more than it already has.
-
you walk around like a breathing shell around the campus, regretting nothing and everything at the same time.
you don’t regret kissing yoongi, you don’t think you ever will but you regret how it happened, you regret the situation you put the two of you in.
but he kissed you back, that’s what confuses you the most, you fully expected him to tear away from you and curse at you while wiping his lips but he didn’t, he kissed you back, like actually pulled you closer till you couldn’t feel anything but him.
you want to ask him why he did that, but you can’t. you can’t look at him without feeling complete humiliation because you might have just been another girl for yoongi, another girl for him to cheat on his girlfriend with and you feel…worthless.
and you also broke girl code, something you firmly believed in, or at least used to believe in, you want to talk to his girlfriend and tell her so that she won’t be constantly lied to but you also don’t want to get involved with yoongi again.
you push your books away with a groan and throw your pen on the desk you’re sat on; you can’t concentrate for shit and you really just want to disappear for a few days. when your phone dings, you almost throw it out the window because you told your friends that you needed space after they saw you looking dull at the party and you aren’t in the mood to party and forget even if that sounds lovely.
you grab your phone with a frown and squint at it when the bright light blinds you for a second, you curse yourself and reduce the brightness to see a message from an unknown number.
from: xxxxxxx
tomorrow, 9 in the morning, get the tattoo done or forget about it.
you just stare at the screen for a few minutes, it’s definitely him, even through the text messages, you know that it’s him, and he’s offering to do the tattoo? even after everything?
it isn’t right to go for it but you’ve got a dare to finish, right?
-
genius lab ended up being so far away from your apartment, that by the time you got to the front of it, you were heaving like a pregnant women, and you heavily grasp the handle of the shop, pulling it open with all the strength you have left. you stumble in to see a pretty empty shop, it is a working day so that isn’t a surprise, you wipe the sweat off your forehead as you look around for yoongi.
what are you even going to say?
‘hello, the kiss was great and i still feel weak from it but let’s forget that happened because that basically was just you cheating on your girlfriend?’
that doesn’t sound right.
“y/n, right?” you look up to see a younger, handsome man at the counter.
“jungkook?” he smiles and nods his head, extending his hand towards you, you shake it with a smile of your own and you really shouldn’t be smiling, considering your situation but jungkook has a very infectious aura, very bright and filled with joy.
you like him already.
“yoongi hyung is in the back room, he told me to tell you to go there” he gestures towards the other end of the room and you want to turn and run away from here, because as far as you can tell, the back rooms are private places meaning it’s just going to be you and yoongi.
your original plan was to look at other customers as you get yours done but how can you look at anything in a room if yoongi was going to be the only person in there?
“is that so? then i’ll get going in there, good luck here jungkook” you give him a nervous smile and he beams at you with a nod, eyes shining and you coo at how adorable he looks before you take a deep breath to calm yourself and slowly walk towards the room.
you’re only here for the tattoo and nothing else, you won’t talk with yoongi at all or even look at him, just let him do the tattoo and leave.
there you go, perfect plan.
you push against the door with your hip, peeking in to see yoongi with his back to you and you take a quick step back, clutching your hand on your racing heart, you haven’t even seen him fully but you’re not sure if you can stop yourself from lunging at him.
“are you just going to stand there, doll?” just as you’re about to tip-toe your way out of the tattoo shop and hopefully move to a remote island where you don’t have to worry about anyone, yoongi calls you out, with his back still to you.
how did he even know that you were there?
you clear your throat a little and step into the room, the walls are white and there’s a few boards filled with drawings here and there, and then there is yoongi who apparently has decided to wreck you by wearing torn jeans and a black hoodie.
the outfit isn’t special by any means but you already feel weak in the knees.
you decide to walk over to him with your knees still wobbly and your breath shakier than it was and look over his shoulder to see him working on a tattoo design, probably yours, you lean over to see it properly and gasp at the delicate baby’s breath drawing, your favorite flower.
“i didn’t draw it, my sister did” he mumbles as continues tracing it carefully.
“your sister is talented” you say honestly and he hums in agreement.
okay, so you two are going to act like yesterday didn’t happen, you can definitely go along with that.
“stop loitering doll, just sit down on the chair” he can’t focus when you’re walking around him with big, curious eyes and a small smile dancing on your lips, and he feels bad when you sigh in disappointment and silently walk to the big chair in the middle of the room.
but he can’t do anything about it, he expected you to be your usual self and fire back at him but you didn’t and he doesn’t have a good feeling about that.
he heads over to the chair with the tattoo design ready in his hands, he instructs you to lay down and makes sure you’re fully comfortable and his side keeps pressing against your body as he leans over to prepare things for the tattoo and it takes everything in you to not kiss him again. so, you keep yourself busy, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.
“you’re going to have to look at me if we’re doing this, y/n” he says and you lift your gaze to see him looking at you with a face you can’t read or decipher but you hold his stare as he circles around you to flicker some lights on you.
“where do you want the tattoo?” he asks, pushing his sleeves up, to reveal scatters of small tattoos all over his arms and you gulp at the visible veins on his hands.
“i get to choose?” you raise your eyebrows and he shrugs.
“well, it’s your body doll, i think it was cruel enough to make you do this, so yes, you do.”
you do know where you want to get it, you always thought that if ever, one day, you decide to be brave and get a tattoo, there’s one spot you’ve wanted it to be but you’re not sure if yoongi will be okay with it.
do you really want to push your luck here?
“are you sure you’re comfortable with anywhere?” you decided to ask him and he frowns at you like there’s an obvious answer.
“yes, that’s my job.”
“right” you purse your lips and nod as he looks at you expectantly.
“i want it on the side on my waist” you whisper and yoongi drops his head with a chuckle.
“doll, do you want to kill me?” and your face heats up at his tone and at the way he looks up with a smirk, nodding while putting on his gloves.
“then you will have it on the side of your waist, you have to push your shirt up by a lot, like right under your bra and hold it there, understood?” you do a double take at his straightforward tone, like talking about your bra is totally normal but you just bob your head hastily and agree to whatever he’s saying, trying to not make a big deal out of it but you’re sure that your red face is a dead giveaway.
“okay, lay on your side” he places his hand on your shoulder and gently pushes you back on the reclined seat, and you huff deeply because it’s only now dawning on you that you’re getting a tattoo done by yoongi, it’s going to be on your waist and you feel stupid for not just going for your arm. you stiffen under him and watch with wide eyes as he places the needles on the table, those look painful and you’re genuinely terrified now.
“scared of needles?” you nod numbly to his question, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to get rid of the image of those needles.
“it’s whatever, it’s fine” you breath out but your body definitely gives you away, your hands are shaking and you’re sure that you feel dizzy.
“doll, take it easy, it’s going to be over in no time and just remember to breath properly during it” when he gets no response from you, and your eyes are still closed, he realizes how scared you are.
“you want me to distract you?”
“please.” you mumble and he wordlessly lifts your shirt for you because you don’t look like you’re going to move but he keeps his eyes on your face while he does that, carefully tucking your shirt under your arm to keep it from moving away and if you weren’t as scared as were right now, you would have noticed the goosebumps that rise everywhere his touch reaches.
he gently holds your shirt in place and places the drawing on your skin, putting it flat and rubbing it slowly so that it would transfer well, and you feel weirdly hot, he’s just doing his job but you really want to just grab him and take him right there.
“okay, i will draw over this and then we will get to the actual tattoo” you actually shiver a little when you feel one of his hands tracing the design and the other slightly pulling on your skin so that it stays taut and you don’t know why the fuck you agreed to this because you’re clearly suffering here.
“what do you think of weird food combinations?” he suddenly asks once he’s done with the tracing.
“some are alright, i guess” you answer and then you hear the sound of the drilling needle causing you to let out a low whine and bury your face into the seat you’re lying on.
you should have stayed home, even the sound is freaking you out.
“which ones, according to you, are acceptable?”
“i don’t think mint chocolate is as bad as people make it out to be.” he scoffs at your response, making you frown.
“what is your problem?” you snap at him and yoongi smiles because you’re finally talking to him like you always do, he would recognize that tone of yours anywhere.
“mint chocolate is horrible, doll, i thought you had taste.” he clicks his tongue at you and you immediately go on a rant about how mint chocolate is too hated of a flavor and that at the end of the day, it’s just food and everyone has different tastes.
somewhere in the middle of your rant, yoongi looks at you fondly, you’re always so passionate about everything, even the simplest things, you make it sound and feel like how music affects him, and just as you’re almost done with your rant, he presses the needle on your skin making you yelp and you would’ve jumped and ended up scarring your skin if it weren’t for his hands holding you down.
this hurts this hurts this hurts.
it’s all you can think of as he slowly moves the needle around, looking at you every once in a while to check if you’re okay.
“i never got to tell you this but i think you following your passion with music is really cool and i really respect you for that, i hope you know that i will always support you on it.” you breath out quickly and if you weren’t here, yoongi would’ve cried because he appreciates your words so much, he pats your head in thanks, mumbling how grateful he is and it’s delicate, just like your first kiss.
it doesn’t last long though.
“you know, a food combination i like is french fries and vanilla ice cream.” your mouth drops open at his words, that sounds nasty as hell.
“why are you looking at me like that?” he laughs at your scrunched up face.
“what the fuck do you mean by french fries and vanilla ice cream?” you practically growled at him while looking at him with pointed eyes, can this tattoo be done anytime soon?
“don’t say shit when you haven’t tried it.” he smirks at your annoyed expression and you just glare at him.
“i don’t have to try that monstrosity to know that it tastes like trash.” you snap at him with raised eyebrows and just when he is about to reiterate with another comment, you unconsciously move, you hear him tut and hold you back down with a strong grip.
“sit still doll, or i might just drive this needle into your nerves and leave you paralyzed for life.” you know his warning doesn’t mean shit but you stay silent and stop moving anyways.
wait, you haven’t felt pain for the past five minutes, and you realize it’s because yoongi distracted you, he could’ve just done his job and leave you to suffer alone but he didn’t, and your heart swells a little.
that was sweet of him.
“how did you know that i like baby’s breath?” yoongi pauses with the needle but then continues like nothing happened at all.
“asked around” he casually replies and you roll your eyes, of course he would say that.
“yoongi, we need to talk about what happened in the party” you nervously but finally address the elephant in the room, biting your lip once the pain increases again.
“when i have a needle in my hand, really?” he looks up with an exasperated expression and you nod.
“with a needle in your hand, yes.”
“doll, all i’ve got to say is, i don’t know why you think i have a girlfriend” he laughs a little as he continues moving the needle against your skin.
wait what?
“what?”
“wait a second, your tattoo is almost over” you let him finish up while you are lost in your own thoughts, you are once again confused about everything and you don’t even feel the pain anymore, he places a patch over the tattoo after you get a look of it and you have to admit, he might not have passion in this but he’s surely talented.
he helps you sit up slowly, holding both of your hands firmly and pulling you forward till your legs almost wrapped themselves against his waist, he doesn’t let go of your hands though.
“i don’t have a girlfriend, and the only reason i let you go that night was because you didn’t look like yourself, i didn’t want to take advantage of you when you were that emotionally vulnerable, i don’t think i’ve ever seen you that dull.” he speaks sincerely and you know that he’s honest but you’ve still got so many questions.
“so, what about the girl from the previous party? the one where we played spin the bottle?”
“she wasn’t my girlfriend, i didn’t even sleep with her that night.” he shook his head as he said it and you narrow your eyes at him.
“well, she doesn’t know that because she’s bragging to everyone that you’re her boyfriend” you poke a finger at his chest accusingly and he chuckles.
“let her, i know who’s i want to be and it’s not her” your cheeks flush when he looks at you pointedly as he says that, you clear your throat and sit up straighter, taking this new information gracefully and doing a little happy dance in your heart, you wrap your arms around his neck and plays with the ends of his hair as he can’t help but grin at you.
“what about at the studio? you got so mad” you mumble sadly because you still remember how heartbroken you were that day and yoongi sighs, patting your cheek and rubbing his thumbs in circles on them.
“well, girlfriend or not, i didn’t like that you blackmailed me, doll. i had just opened up to you and you hit me with that so yeah, i was mad but i’m not anymore, okay? i know how stupid you can be sometimes” he adds the last part teasingly and you immediately gasp, pulling away from him and hitting his chest though a huge smile blooms on your face. yoongi laughs happily as you continue to try to hit him as he dodges.
eventually he gets tired of moving away from you, so he grabs your hands in his and pulls you closer till your lips meet his, your wrists stay captured in his hands as you kiss him back with every bit of your nerves ignited with a fresh need, you pull away from him with a small giggle while he wears a dopey grin.
“i hate you so much” you mumble against his lips with a huge grin, but like any other time, you don’t have a scowl on your face nor do you mean those words at all, he hums in agreement, pecking you one more time and cupping your face in his hands.
“trust me doll, i hate you so much more” he coos at you and you laugh at him because you know he doesn’t mean it either, you know that the word hate is just a replacement for love when it comes to the two of you, the way his eyes sparkle at you with a newfound joy tells you enough, and your laugh only gleefully extends once he starts peppering kisses all over your face as you try to swat him away.
so yes, youhate yoongi a lot, you hate min yoongi the most.
to: jisoo
the dare’s done, you can get off my ass about it! and guess who has a boyfriend now?
you, jimin and taehyung met in high school, and man, were you three a force to be reckoned with. skipping classes together and sitting at the back of the class talking till the bell rang or till the teacher threw a piece of chalk on one of you, being the ‘fun’ classmates and sometimes accompanying them to practice and eventually meeting the other members but because you were still a student with an academic career and they were on their way to be idols, you three unfortunately drifted away a little after high school was over.
you only met them a few years after their debut, when they were no longer park jimin and kim taehyung from class but world-famous artists (and taller) jimin and v, and you were no longer a high school student but a overwhelmed and stressed out university student (you sadly didn’t grow too much from high school, heels are your best friend), though you were in a happy place at life, you had people around you that made it feel like the world wasn’t crashing on you, those people included your two high school mates now.
you had only watched their videos and shows from a screen, silently cheering them on, never once thinking that you would meet again but fate is funny sometimes, so you met by chance, and because of how strong of a trio you were and the countless memories you shared, you immediately found comfort in each other like the old days, wanting to catch up on the time you lost together, knowing it was fate that you three were together again, and spending as much time as you could considering their busy schedules and your own mountain of assignments.
either way, you made it work. meeting them again also meant meeting their members again, and you really did a double take at how much they’ve grown over the years, and they grew so well too, all of them much taller, with sharper features and deeper voices and despite the early awkwardness which caused you to escape into one of the two’s rooms, you eventually found a way to make small talk with each of them without wanting to run away so according to you, you handled meeting new people well even if it made you anxious, so an A+ for you!
the closest you got to the other was to jungkook and that was because both of you loved video games so when jimin and taehyung were pre-occupied, you would often just disappear into jungkook’s room and joined him, you had a quiet but meaningful friendship.
you never noticed yoongi though that much, the guy who followed your every movement in the dorm subtly, trying not to give away his interest in you too much but because yoongi was a bad actor, everyone except you knew about his little school crush on you.
and you see, yoongi was easy on the eyes, a handsome but quiet man with similar interests as you or so you’ve heard, you were intrigued at first but you felt that he was too out of your league so you always dismissed his acts of kindness like bringing you your favorite dessert whenever he goes to the café (he goes there only for you but will die before he admits it) or always laughing a little more loudly at your (usually not that funny) jokes and checking in on you and jungkook playing by asking if you’d eat or drink anything, you dismissed all this because in your head, yoongi was just that nice guy; the kind of guy who will go the extra mile for people around him.
so, you forced yourself to bury your crush on him.
but one thing that you couldn’t just dismiss as kindness was when you spent the night at their dorm in the guest room (because your roommate had someone over), breaking your head over an assignment that you had to finish in an hour and then prepare for a test you had the next day.
and while you were crying and stressing out over that as quietly as you could, yoongi came into the room, more than a little concerned when he went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water only to hear whimpers (he initially was more concerned that there was a ghost in the dorm), he handed you the glass he filled for himself and settled beside you, quietly asking how he could help. in your delicate state, you poured out your worries in between sobs and he patiently listened, patting your back hesitantly once in a while and after you were done ranting, he simply asked for the material you need to go over for the test, taking it into his hands and wheeling away from you, just telling you to focus on your assignment for that moment.
though confused, you trusted him which is why you did what he told you to, feeling a little more at ease with his presence in the room, and after you finished your assignment, you turned to see him making flash cards with important questions for your test and your heart did a little dance in your chest. you thanked him with a beaming smile, excitedly sitting down next to him on the floor and helping him sort them out and yoongi felt himself getting shy with you so close to him, his body jerking away a little every single time your skin brushed against his.
you spent the rest of the night going through the flash cards together, sometimes getting off topic and just talking about random things, yoongi felt himself getting tired sometimes but sleep was the last thing on his mind when you looked so happy next to him, he felt good that he could help take at least some of your worries away.
by the time you two were done with the flash cards, sun peeked through the curtains, reminding you of how much time has passed since you’ve both sat on that floor together, and honestly, it didn’t feel like any time to you at all, and now, you had a submitted assignment and you were prepared enough for the test to not fail. you both lazily made coffee together, not speaking at all but sneaking glances at each other when you were sure the other wasn’t looking only to make accidental eye contact sometimes. it all felt so delicate, and so pure, but also with lingering thoughts that you would jump on him if you could.
you both didn’t utter a word, and just let the comfortable silence settle in beautifully.
you left the dorm with taehyung and jimin (who offered to drop you off at your college because it was in the way of wherever they were going) you looked very happy, with your crush on yoongi creeping back from where you buried it, and occasionally grinned at nothing at all, which creeped the soulmates out and when they asked, out of concern, what the fuck was up with you, you just simply gave them a happy sigh, confusing them even more.
and all was going well, your test went swimmingly and you felt like you were on cloud nine.
but good things never last, do they?
as soon as you returned home from college, head still in a happy daze as you tried to come up with ways to pay back yoongi for all his help. a lunch, or a dinner, or you could buy him something he wants. you fished your phone out to ask jimin and taehyung for help with the ideas but your eyes widened as you saw the number of notifications you already had and fifty messages from them.
“what the fuck happened?” you screeched as soon as you picked up taehyung’s call and you heard him let out a heavy sigh.
“listen, whatever i’m going to say, just know that we’re already figuring things out for now and it will be settled soon” you wordlessly nodded, preparing yourself for the worst and the worst didn’t disappoint. you heard shouting in the background and winced a little.
“okay so, take a deep breath first, remember me and jimin dropped you off today? yeah, some paparazzi took photos of you hugging me and jimin goodbye and it’s all over everywhere now” your mouth dropped open as you heard him continue to talk but you couldn’t listen anymore.
you had been pretty careful and you knew what this meant for their career as idols, you knew it wasn’t good for them and you felt horrible.
“taehyung, i’m so sorry, i’m sure you’re in a mess right now and i am so sorry for putting you in this, i don’t know what to say, tell jimin i’m sorry to- “you profusely apologized with tears lining your eyes.
“hey” taehyung interrupted you.
“what?” you whimpered.
“can you shut the fuck up? you sound crazy” you scoffed at his words, of course he was going to show you attitude even in this situation and he chuckled at your annoyed mumbling of curses directed to him.
“we’re fine, we are talking about it with the company and they’re going to release a statement, just try to cover your face when you go outside or better yet, just to be safe, don’t go out for a while, your semester is over for now anyway” he instructed and you obediently nodded, not wanting to blow this anymore out of proportion, knowing that staying low was the best decision for now.
“and also, this kills us too, but we won’t be able to meet for a while” he winced when he heard your disappointed sigh but you quickly forced a small smile.
“that’s okay, stay safe, okay? and eat well, and i’m sorry again, i was being inconsiderate to your career and responsibilities.” you heard him groan when the shouts behind him got louder.
“you don’t have to apologize, it’s okay, it happens, now i have to go and get a lecture from our manager so call you later, love you, bye and we’re also sorry that we couldn’t hang out normally just because of our careers” you heard both concern and regret in his voice, you knew he loved his job but sometimes he just wanted to go out without being scared of cameras following him and before you could squeeze in your words of concern, the line went dead.
you threw your phone aside, any thoughts of romance draining from your body, you felt a raging headache just from thinking of the number of people who would leave nasty comments on your photos, you quickly deleted your social media accounts, and informed concerned friends that everything was okay, and then slumped into your bed to avoid the temptation of looking at some of those comments, you knew they weren’t going to be good, and you couldn’t do anything about them so you tried to push all thoughts of wanting to open your phone.
it worked.
you didn’t touch your phone until absolutely necessary for three days, only reaching for it to answer calls from your parents and jimin, taehyung and sometimes jungkook who was more concerned than you thought, you assured them that you were okay.
on the first day, bighit released the statement.
“we would like to address some rumors concerning our artists park jimin and kim taehyung (v) of bts, we confirm that the person in the photos is just a close friend of theirs, who happened to be hanging out that day, and we ask you to not pry into their personal life, if unauthorized photos are taken in the future, severe legal action will be taken, thank you.”
it was short, clear, and strict.
and you were happy to see that most of their fans didn’t mind at all, saying their private life is theirs and who they are friends with, isn’t the scandal media makes it out to be, there will still a lot who didn’t like it and cursed you out in every language they knew, it hurt you sometimes but you tried your best to stay away from it all. you remained at home, refusing to step out for anything except groceries, which you did while completely covered from head to toe.
yoongi, on the other hand, was pretty pissed when he got to know about the news, he himself had been coming up with ways to ask you out and a situation like this, threw all chances of meeting you out for a while. when jimin and taehyung first told him, he was scared of how you were taking it and it was only after he got confirmation that you were alright and not totally stressing out, he calmed down.
but he still missed you, your gentle smile whenever he opened the door and seeing how you seemed so loving to jimin and taehyung, and how the night with just you two felt so right.
he also remembered how he had promised his fans a live a few days ago and he was almost reluctant to do it because even after a statement, people were still buzzing about it and making up stories about you, but things settled down, not as much as it would be ideal but enough for people to start talking about another idol.
he wasn’t one to back out of promises and it had been a while since he’s met his fans virtually so, he turned the live on, sat back and watched as viewers and comments poured in at an alarming speed, yoongi’s eyes struggled to scan through all of them.
he caught some basic questions, how was he, has he eaten, what has he been doing these days, what kind of music is interesting to him now, asking him to do the little ‘poke the cheek and wink’ trend and him bluntly saying he doesn’t fall for things like that, only to do it a minute later. he was having fun, he loved coming live sometimes, few comments made him really laugh aloud and few melted his heart, and the others um they annoyed him, just like the one he was seeing.
“who was that bitch in the photos with jimin and taehyung?” he read aloud without even realizing it, taking a minute to understand the harsh words, the comments then flooded with more questions about you. he felt himself getting angry, but he remained calm.
“everyone, don’t go around calling anyone a bitch, don’t you think it is too mean? you don’t even know them” he exclaimed and sighed when increased no. of questions poured in about you.
“like the company said, they are a friend of ours, we are close and what you need to know is that they’re genuine, kind and have been great support to us from the very start, i care about them a lot too and what do i say? they mean a lot to me and i like them a lot so please watch your language when you’re talking about them and don’t dig into any more of their life, respect their privacy and ours” he explained, as calmly as he could, and quickly moved on from the topic, feeling slightly flustered after talking with more emotion than he planned to, he also tried to ignore the blunder he made by admitting it on live with thousands of viewers that he liked you.
he meant what he said, he really did care about you a lot, and was okay with it even if you don’t reciprocate that feeling but he still had a nagging feeling in his chest.
and the last comment he saw before switching it off was;
“did he just fucking admit his feelings for someone to us?”
unknown to him, you had watched this entire live, you downloaded the app when jimin and taehyung urged you to and you would leave silly comments whenever they came live just to mess with them, when you saw the notification that it was yoongi, you excitedly clicked on it, watching him with a fond smile on your face but your heart dropped to your ass when yoongi mentioned you, it hurt you a little that they called you a bitch without knowing a thing about you but what you didn’t expect was for yoongi to defend you the way he did or for him to admit that he likes you; you felt all warm and giddy when he spoke about how much you meant to them, or more specifically, how much you meant to him.
and that was kind of the confirmation you needed, to know that your interest in yoongi wasn’t one-sided. because you knew yoongi wasn’t the type to address things like this directly and the fact that he did it for you gave you some hope that you chasing him wouldn’t be in vain.
“hey you, what’s up? it’s been a while since i’ve seen you around here” yoongi almost immediately answered your call and don’t tell anyone that he fell off his bed trying to answer it quickly.
“you know what happened, they told me to stay low but that isn’t why i called you” you fiddled with the ends of your skirt as you anxiously pressed your lips together.
“okay, then tell me, what is it?” yoongi was confused, he had never heard you this nervous before, and it frankly scared him a little.
“since i can’t go out, i was hoping you could come over to my apartment, there’s something i need to tell you” you hated how high your voice got when you said that, cursing yourself internally for being so fidgety.
“um sure? i have work though, can i bring it over and finish it there just in case it gets too late?”
“yep sure, you can do that, i have a desk here, you can set it up” and with that, it was just you and the tv playing some random show as you waited for him to come over.
deep breath.
it’s just yoongi, you’ve known him a long time and even if he doesn’t like you, you can avoid him, you’ve got a plan, it’s going to hurt if he rejects you but you’ve got this!
you jumped in your place when you heard the bell ring after 30 torturous minutes of silence and anxiety, to reveal yoongi in a black hoodie, faded jeans, a black mask covering his face and his fingers dangling a cover with the name of your usual café on it and a backpack lazily drooped on his shoulder. you moved out of the way after a sheepish greeting and you could see his smile even through his mask because his eyes crinkled a bit.
“hey” he simply said, kicking his shoes off and removing his mask, trying to hide how nervous he felt because what if you saw the live?
and is it just you or he seemed to be hotter than the last time you saw him and like he was moving in slow-motion?
and you couldn’t help but follow your eyes to each of his movements.
“i thought we could have some drinks while talking, if that’s okay” he gestured to the bag in his hands a little awkwardly and you hurriedly nodded, the awkwardness surrounding you was throwing you off your game by a lot and you felt your cheeks flushing from embarrassment.
thankfully, you didn’t look like you were alone in the misery as yoongi too was scratching at the back of his neck and turning away to instead focus on taking the drinks out of the bag by heading into the kitchen. you felt flustered and like you had no grip on whatever you were doing.
“hey yoongi?” you finally called out from where you stood after 5 minutes of silence ticked by, he gingerly turned around with the drinks in his hand.
just fucking say it.
“the thing i wanted to say, it’s, um fuck” you mumbled at the end, biting your lip, and staring off to your right. yoongi mirrored your action by biting his own lip, his face flushing as he anxiously waited for you to tell him what he wanted to hear.
“it’s just, i like you, like more than a friend like you, yeah that’s it, that’s what i wanted to say” you blurted out, running your hands through your hair when you saw him walking towards you and squeezing your eyes shut, waiting for the rejection.
yoongi, on the other hand, was on fucking cloud nine.
you, yes you, the person he’s been pining over for months now has confessed that you like him the same way he likes you and poor boy does not know how to react, he’s dreamed of this and he surprises himself when he wonders if you’ve dreamed of this too. but being the poster cool guy he is, he nonchalantly walked to you and instead of saying anything, took your hand and placed one of the drinks into it, ignoring the tingling feeling he felt in his chest.
“that’s funny because” he trailed off, not finishing and you sighed, of course he doesn’t like you back, why did you make him come all the way here just for him to reject you?
“that’s funny because i was going to say the same thing” he sheepishly muttered with a shy smile spread on his face and your mouth almost fell open from how surprised you were.
“you beat to me it, congratulations” he jokingly clinked your plastic cups together which made you laugh in joy, he then started walking away to sit on the couch only for you to pull on his wrist to stop him in his tracks.
“wait so you like me back right?” you asked with wide eyes, fingers curling around his wrist tightly as you desperately hoped he would say. yoongi chuckled a little at how you looked like a deer caught in headlights, reaching up to ruffle your hair.
“if that wasn’t obvious enough, yes, i’ve liked you since a long time now and i don’t want to waste another minute so should we do a little netflix and chilling to make up for it?” he suggested with a slight smirk and mischief dancing in his eyes, turning his wrist to take your hand in his and dragging you to the couch.
needless to say, he didn’t get any work done that night.
genre: angst, fluff (1.4k) (request for @luvrsofbts) i hope you like this one, thank you so much for requesting and i hope i was able to reflect what you wanted in the fic :]
summary: you don’t love yourself but yoongi sure does.
note: this fic deals with body insecurity which might be a sensitive issue for some so please keep that in mind when you’re reading, and this doesn’t imply that my fics include readers only having a certain body type. everyone is loved, respected and celebrated here that includes all genders, identities, sexualities, and body types.
from the beginning, you and yoongi looked and felt like ‘meant to be’.
you were just that couple from the start, both incredibly infatuated, and completely whipped for each other. ever since your first date which ended with the cliché ‘his jacket on your shoulder’ and ice cream, and a careful kiss at your doorstep after he dropped you off, yoongi has been enamored with everything about you.
but you always had a hard time believing the sweet nothings he whispered into your ear every night, each compliment made you feel warm and loved, but the cruel part of you made you believe that he was just saying all that because that’s just the kind of person yoongi is, he’s a good person, the best person you know and the fact that he likes to be the little spoon whenever you’re cuddling endears you to no end. after a particularly rough day, yoongi loves to just drop his bag off his shoulder and let your warm embrace fix everything about that day.
yoongi always showered you with compliments every second he was with you, you let yourself hear them but never feel them, because to you, yoongi just had to say that because you were his person. and even if yoongi would never give empty comments to anyone and you knew that he really did mean what he said, you just couldn’t see what he saw. you never understood why he chose to love when he could love anybody else.
and after a brunch with some of the people from his job, you were convinced that yoongi had a wide array of people to choose from, people prettier than you, more successful than you, people whose bodies didn’t look like yours.
it was no secret that you didn’t like how you looked, you always felt like your body was something that you needed to change, you had tried everything from vigorous workout sessions to spontaneous diets, none of which worked in your favor, the diets damaged your health a lot for a while and you had to work hard on keep yourself fed and full so that it won’t happen again. at the end of any road, you chose though, you still ended up with the body you didn’t like.
and you felt bad for yoongi, he could anyone in the world with his charms and looks, but he was still with you. you felt guilty, like you were holding him back because you were too selfish to let him go and that internally killed you sometimes.
even right now, as you stood in front of the mirror, with a t-shirt on, you blankly stared at your body, not feeling any pride or happiness swell in you as you continued staring, you only felt disappointment, in yourself, in yoongi for staying with you. and your mind drowned in the all too familiar of self loathe filling your every nerve, and each thought made you beg yourself to want to be born in a different body, any body but not yours.
“hey, everything okay?” yoongi’s voice broke you out of your trance as your head whipped to see him taking his tie off as his eyes stayed on you. you hurriedly nodded, knowing that your frantic movement didn’t convince him at all but he didn’t bring it up for your sake, letting you tell him yourself. he just gave you a soft smile, looping his arms around your waist and giving you a gentle kiss on your temple.
“i’ll just clean up and be back in a few” he mumbled into the kiss, and slightly bopped your nose, making you giggle a little as he said ‘don’t’ miss me too much’ jokingly into your ear and you push his chest away from you with a playful scowl on your face, he stepped away with a chuckle, taking lethargic steps towards the bathroom.
you sighed as his frame disappeared out of the room, slumping down on your bed and letting your head fall into your hands because you had enough. you had enough of hating your body to the point of being okay to skip meals, and you had enough of feeling like you weren’t enough and you didn’t have it in you to keep it together anymore.
and as you continued you to cry into your hands, you felt a hand on your shoulder, making you turn back to look at yoongi with nowhere to hide, he didn’t say anything, he just pulled you to him and let you hug him as tightly as you could, for the first time since being in a relationship, you were the small spoon and you threw your face into his neck and sobbed as he softly caressed your hair and whispered, ‘it’ll be alright, i’m here’.
“will you tell me why my precious is crying right now?” he mumbled, as he continued to rub gentle circles on your back.
“i-i’m tired yoongi, i’m so tired” you whined, your voice coming out croaky and defeated, yoongi felt his own heart breaking at the sight of you looking so done with everything.
“about what, love? take some deep breaths, it’s okay, we can talk about this and sort it out” his reassuring words only made you cry more, you really believed that you didn’t deserve him.
“i don’t deserve you, you deserve someone better” you shook your head lightly as you pushed yourself up to sit, your words making yoongi sit up immediately with you.
“what do you mean by that? where is this coming from?” he worriedly asked as he frantically searched for some answers on your face as you finally stopped crying. yoongi felt himself getting anxious as you kept repeating those words more quietly.
“yoongi, look at me, you deserve to be with someone prettier, someone who has one of those perfect bodies with all the right curves, not me” your insecurities tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them and yoongi looked at you in shock as he processed your words.
did you not know how beautiful you are? and that you were the most beautiful to him?
he couldn’t help but think he failed in his role, as his boyfriend, he felt that he should’ve done better and been more conscious of your feelings and his own guilt started to grow.
“you really have no idea how i see you huh?” you forced your glassy eyes to meet his when his hands reached to hold yours.
“y/n, you are the most beautiful to me, like you literally drive me insane with how stunning you are and no, i’m not saying this because i have to, you know i don’t say things i don’t mean, so trust me when i say i love you, in every way possible. and i don’t want anyone else, i only want you because i honestly don’t know what i would do without you” you intently listened to him as he continued.
“you know what i see? i see you and i think of someone who is struggling to love themselves and that’s okay. it takes time and a lot of energy into accepting yourself and you can slowly get there and i know you will because you’re so full of love, look at how much you love me and the people around you, you are so giving to others when it comes to loving, just spare a little for yourself and you’ll be alright and even if you don’t always feel alright, i’ll be here for you, i promise i don’t want to go anywhere, i don’t want to be anywhere without you by my side” you nodded through your tears and his hands tightened around yours as his words finally started getting through to you.
“can you promise to let me stay with you no matter what, please?” yoongi pleaded softly as he played with your fingers gently and all it took was a nod from you to that, for yoongi to reach forward and kiss your cheek.
“my brave girl, i’m so proud of you and i’m so in love with you, you can always come to me when you feel like this” he gave you another gentle smile which eased your guilt and nerves as you found your own chest swell with joy at his careful but affectionate words.
“i love you too, so much” you whimpered and he cooed a little, patting your cheeks dry as you chuckled at the pout on his face as he meticulously brushed away all traces of your tears on your face.
“now, can i be the small spoon again? because i already miss it.”
