currently standing in the same place i visited three years ago, where i very clearly remember working on basketball (3tan4) on my phone because i was too excited about a scene that came to my mind. it was the phone call reader had with yoongi after he left the studio, before he surprised them and showed up at their door.
everything i typed out during that time was the first draft, and never edited, so it became part of the final draft, too. all because of a random whim.
idk just.. itâs funny how life works. how life just goes on and you never know where itâs gonna take you. everything you do today is what gets you where you are one, three, ten years later.
that sounds obvious, but the concept is still so wild to me. we just never know whatâs gonna happen until it happens, and we look back and think, âi really did that and now iâm here.â
idk. maybe iâm just thinking about a lot and nothing at all. just wanted to come here and type out my thoughts, and to tell you all to go and do the things you think about. the things that scare you. and share them if you have that desire in you, as well.
anyways. love yâall so much, and thank you guys for being here and for making this space what it is todayđ€
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this is something that i didnât think to put in the forms when i was filling it, but i was wondering what made you think of the basketball-dalo storyline, like, why did you decide to create that character? it was to push yoongi to have her stay at his place? how was the thought process for it?
Oooooh this is a super good question!
Okay, so Iâm gonna be super honest: even if the story feels completely outlined, it isnât. All I knew at first was that there was gonna be a scene where reader sees Yoongi on a court. Then from there, while I was writing this scene, Yoongi went over to subtly watch over reader. I thought that was interesting, so I went to my notes to see where that could possibly go.
From there, thatâs when I knew that we would cycle back to that and the Dalo incident was the climax. I just filled in the gaps naturally from point A (Basketball) to point B (Dalo!) The look that Yoongi has on the court that Tae sees isnât a chill or funny expressionâitâs vigilant. Alert.
HOW does one catch up... i've been behind YEARS at this point help... (last thing i remember was basketball??) also hi Ryen <3
oh my god?? babe that's so long ago i can't believe you came back! hiđ„čđ€
so... if basketball is the last thing you remember, then you're in for another whole ride bc that's exactly where the action starts to pick up and doesn't stop haha. we always warn people that once you get to basketball, buckle up dklsfjskl
honestly i'd just start from the OG 3tan again? basketball is part 4 so it's truly more toward the start now. then you can keep readingđ„ł
when yoongi pat readers cheek in stay đ«Łđ«Ł or when he pulled the panties to the side in basketball đ€đ€đ€đ€
YEAH YEAH YEAH these are.. these are definitely defining moments for a lot of people Iâve seen over the yearsđđ€Ș some people are asking for the second one to make a comeback LOL
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title: basketball (the weekend, pt. 1)Â
pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f)Â
series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house partyÂ
rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , smut ; brotherâs best friend au, implied age gap auÂ
summary: running into yoongi after weeks, you realize that you finally get to see him again. at least, you thought so. Â
warnings: cursing, tension, angst yall lmfao i am so sorry but trust the process ok, also a bunch of stuff happens in this one, protected, breast play, fingering, so much overthinking, orange yoongi is always a warning in itself, did i mention angst?
note: the amount. of times. i wanted to talk about his chapter LMAO just know that itâs been ROUGH. more screaming in the authorâs note at the end but yeah. lmfao. as always, thank you to my lovely betas @lavienjinâ and @joheunsaramâ for putting up with my many drafts and for the incredible support!! :â))
note 2: if you havenât gotten around to the other three tangerines fics yet, i highly encourage you to read those first. it would make more sense!Â
drop date: february 8th, 2022, 7:17pm est
word count: 14k !
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Idiotđ [7:02pm]: Are you home?Â
You [7:04pm]: Just got back
Idiotđ: Incoming CallÂ
âHey.âÂ
âHey, can you bring us a ball? Thereâs one in the garage.âÂ
You groan while looking at the entryway around your exhausted bones. âI just got inside.âÂ
âSo? Weâre not far.âÂ
âThen come get it!â Why the hell is he making you do it then? Heâs got two working legs!
Your brother is quick with the rebuttal.Â
âFuck that! We canât leave âcus the courtâll get taken.âÂ
Thumping your bag down on a nearby counter, you hear some audible sounds on the lineâone of them definitely Jiminâs distinct laugh. âWhere are you?âÂ
âWeâre atâOh, Yoong, did you find a pump?âÂ
Oh, fuck. Yoongiâs there?Â
Immediately, you wanna teleport.Â
âHow do you not have one in yourâWhatever, sheâs bringing one.âÂ
As someone that absolutely didnât say anything close to agreement yet, you scoff on instinct. But⊠an opportunity to see Yoongi? On a basketball court of all places? You shouldâve been leaving ten minutes ago.Â
You remember watching them while growing up on the days your brother begrudgingly took you along. While you sat on the sidelines busy with your actual life on your phone, the shouts and squeaks of sneakers served as annoying background noise.Â
Though, you remember with a smile that you did develop a tinyâonly tiny, miniscule evenâcrush on Yoongi back then. The frightening mix of confidence and cockiness was hard not to be drawn to, especially when he was able to back up all the shit talk.Â
âYou cominâ?âÂ
Shit, you didnât even realize you werenât talking! Recovering quickly while inwardly cursing your own damn mind, you huff, âAss. Iâll change then head over.âÂ
âThanks! Weâre across from the rec.âÂ
âK. Wait, where in the garage?âÂ
âTub under the bikes.âÂ
âK.â
Locking your door, you make your way over to the court a few blocks over with a ball under your arm and a canvas bag slung over your shoulder. You figured youâd bring them some water since, by precedence, they normally stayed out and played for hours.Â
Are the bottles also another excuse to have any sort of moment with Yoongi? Maybe.
But who are you kidding? The outfit you also changed into fit under that same urgeâan outfit that you have been wanting to wear but didnât have the guts to thus far.Â
After a few moments of worrying too much, you justified the clothes on the other plans you have for tonight. Didnât make it anything to do with seeing anyone in particular.Â
Just practicing some confidence. Thatâs all.Â
After a good handful of minutes, you finally make it to the fenced court and immediately spot your brother leaning on the metal partition, greeting him with a slight bit of salt in your words.
As soon as he turns, he gives you a once over with furrowed brows. âWhat the hell are you wearing? You walked all the way here in that?â Â
You ignore him as you put your bag down on the sidewalk. Tossing your ball over the high barrier, you instead ask with a grunt, âArenât you leaving tomorrow?âÂ
Thank god you launch it over the top in one try. Itâs easily caught while he responds, âYeah, thatâs⊠Thatâs why weâre playing now.âÂ
âYou wonât be sore?âÂ
âRelax. Iâm not old.âÂ
âI am.âÂ
Oh, fuck.Â
Fuck.
On the other side of your sibling, Yoongi appears out of nowhere, lifting sweaty arms to hang equally drenched hands on chain links. As you take in his wet locks, you have to rein in every ounce of power from the universe just to not break when he simply says,Â
âHi.âÂ
âYour hair.â You blink once. Twice. Itâs the same color you saw on one of those hair dye boxes in his bathroom that day. And whatâs worse: it reminds you of goddamn tangerines. âWow.âÂ
As your brother launches into a huge rant about him dyeing it now of all times, Yoongi grins lopsided at your taking in the sight of his transformation.Â
Asshole! He fucking knows how good he looks right now!
When you turn to face your brother, your eyes betray you and linger on the nuisance a bit longer. âWhat do you mean now of all times?âÂ
âI guess. But ever since you dyed it, your phoneâs been blowing up.â He turns around. âJimin! Here!âÂ
As your brother throws the ball to the other person you know on the court, he launches into a brief moment of nostalgia, the hollow bounces and his subject change almost enough to distract you from what he just said.Â
âItâs been so long since you went orange.âÂ
Yoongi smiles a bit as he nods, wiping his hands with the bottom of his shirt. Itâs cute how his downcast eyes soften a tad. What was that all about?Â
You really want to know, so you listlessly ask when the last time was while focusing on the court behind them.Â
And while your downfall watches Jimin lazily toss layups, you get a response from your sibling, âDamn. I donât even remember. Seven years ago?â
âEight,â Yoongi corrects offhandedly. âAnd you were just as bad.âÂ
âHey!âÂ
Your brother laughs, and thatâs when you wonder if you should join them on the other side of the fence, onto the court where some local bleachers have been placed.Â
Besides, you still want to know what your brother meant by Yoongiâs phone⊠The feeling thatâs developing in your stomach isnât good in the slightest.Â
âWe thought we were hot shit, huh?âÂ
âYou still think you are,â you scoff, earning a tsk and a chuckle. Itâs then that you remember what else you have with youâsomething you need to step onto the court to give them anyway. âOh, wait. I brought water.âÂ
They both watch as you fetch your bag and make your way to the fence opening, and you find this reunion a bit strange given your completely different relationships with the both of them. Whatâs even more awkward is the fact that your brother definitely doesnât know about the otherâif you can call whatever you have with Yoongi a relationship in the first place.Â
Now that you think about it, what would the both of you even be? Nothing, right? Close to it, at least. The phone call a couple weeks ago showed that there was something there, but there hasnât been much contact since then. Minimal contact, actually, even though his phone is apparently constantly lit.
Fuck.
This is hard.
Once your shoes step onto colored concrete, Jimin comes jogging up while holding your ball. His voice is light enough to lift your mood back to normal. âHi!â
âHey!â You beam a smile his way before walking up next to your sibling.Â
Holy hell, itâs taking everything in you to not look at the orange-haired demon beside him as you hand out the bottles, feeling everyoneâs sun-drenched skin radiating heat in waves. âHow long have you been here without a ball?âÂ
âNot long. Someone just brought a flat one,â the same fiend cuts in with a drone before anyone else can answer. His eyes are aimed straight at your brother, so yours follow, filled with disappointment.Â
âWow. I even explained myself?âÂ
âYou did,â Jimin responds immediately. âBut itâs still your fault.â
You laugh before checking your phone, and your sibling and Yoongi use that time to take the ball from Jimin before heading to the closer basket.Â
Damn. As much as you want to watch Yoongi in his element, you still need to get back home and drive to the theatre. Sighing, you state, âWell, I should head out.âÂ
âYou arenât gonna stay?â
Your head and two others turn Jiminâs way, and you falter before explaining, eyes snapping to Yoongi for a brief moment, âDidnât plan on it. Iâm seeing a movie.âÂ
âOh, yeah! Taehyung told me about that.â He checks his watch before adorning a playful expression, shamelessly running his gaze along your body before providing an excuse,Â
âYou have time. Just tell him to meet you here.âÂ
Ah, fuck. Your brother is already piercing Jimin with suspicion. You hate when he gets this way so quickly.Â
But, the flirt technically gave you another chance to do what you wanted in the first place. If anything, this would make your intentions a lot more subtle. âUmm⊠I guess I could.âÂ
âYay! Watch me win.â
âNo chance.â
Suddenly, someone is next to you picking up a bottle resting by your feet, and you donât need to look to see who it isâthe visceral reaction you have to their presence is enough to clue you in. How thatâs possible, you have no fucking clue.Â
When did Yoongi even leave his bottle there? And did he leave it on purpose? From what you saw during a quick scan of the court, his stuff is resting on the bleachersâŠ
Your heart flutters while Jimin answers with mirth. âIs that so?âÂ
Yoongi only raises his eyebrows in response, mouth occupied with the water already.Â
Goddamn it, you canât look at him for too long, if at all right now. You think you wouldâve been able to handle the same Yoongi since thatâs what you were expecting. But this? This Yoongi with hair so loud that itâs creating another layer of confidence around him that youâre even more drawn to? Fucking hell, you may just turn down Jiminâs offer.Â
But the man refocuses on you while grinning, tilting his head Yoongiâs way. âHeâs always acting tough, isnât he?âÂ
âSeems so,â you quickly agree, and you hear a brief snort on your side.Â
And neither of them make any move to leave.Â
But the stalemate ceases in an instant. Thereâs a clunk of a ball hitting a rim before your brother shouts, âHey! Hurry the hell up!âÂ
âKay!âÂ
Jimin jogs away with a smile, but while Yoongi follows suit, you blurt,Â
âI like it.â
He turns.Â
âThe hair.âÂ
And he just smirks at you before shooting a wink, and your body almost breaks into pieces as you make your way to the bleachers.Â
Finding a random spot on the third to bottom row, you immediately check your phone to make your eyes focus on anything else. Besides, you need to text Taehyung and let him know about Jiminâs derailing of your plans. Youâll take any distraction you can get.Â
Your rideâs reply comes seconds later.Â
TaeeeđȘ [7:20pm]: I am going to fight him đ
TaeeeđȘ [7:20pm]: See you there.
As youâre cycling through apps, you start to hear a bunch of other voices, so you lift your head to take in the crowd coming in. Youâve seen some of them around but a lot of them are guys you havenât seen before. Must just be the changes of the neighborhood since you last lived here.Â
Yoongi is back to his smug ways on the court, eyebrow quirking before he easily cuts through defenders to score. If he doesnât take shots himself, the passes he makes to your brother and Jimin leave his hands just as smoothly, some of them sick enough to get people on the sidelines to react.Â
During the time you wait for Taehyung, more things happen. More people start filing in, the lights get flickered on when it starts to get dark, and a stray ball that bounces right towards you hits the front of the bleachers before Yoongi quickly followsâthe expression he discreetly aims your way enough to send your inappropriate thoughts into overdrive.Â
You havenât felt this drawn to a sport in your entire goddamn life.Â
Of course, itâs more the player than anything else. The way he laughs while pointing at fuck-ups, the times he wipes his forehead with the top of his shirt, and hell, even the way he plants his hands on his knees. Everything is normally so mundane if done by anyone else. But when Yoongi does them? You find yourself clenching your thighs together and trying to calm your erratic heart rate.Â
He looks like heâs genuinely having fun.
You love that.
And the game goes on, with your brother and them winning and sweating through their shirts. But when itâs abruptly interrupted, the shouts you hear on the court are from randoms you donât know.Â
âThat was out.â
âWhat? Motherfucker, no it wasnât?âÂ
âI saw you step out!âÂ
âYouâre lying.â
Finally, Yoongi cuts in, seemingly impatient and wanting things to keep moving. âJust shoot for it.â
Heâs quickly overshadowed by the others again.
âIâm not shooting for that. Itâs still our ball.â
âStop holding up the game, bro. Shoot for it.âÂ
âNo! No.â
It seems that this conversation will keep going. Because men. And pride.
You feel eyes on you while this exchange is happening and, while you think itâs Taehyung finally arriving, theyâre actually coming from some guys on the other side of the courtâthe side that everyone stopped on. Theyâre talking amongst themselves, and who knows what the hell theyâre saying.Â
Ugh.Â
Just focus on the game. You didnât expect this much attention just sitting on the sidelines.Â
As you plant your feet on the riser below you, youâre just wondering if they know about your older sibling.Â
Because if they donât stop being so obvious, theyâre about to.Â
The conversation is still happening about whose ball it is, and you see Yoongi walk up to the same group of people and say something before lifting his thumb back to the court.Â
When one of the guys nods to him and joins the game, he gives a look to your brother before lazily walking⊠Your way?Â
Whatâs he doing?Â
Oh, yes. His stuff is on one side of the bleachers. Maybe heâs getting water.Â
But wait. Why did he get someone to play for him? Why is he settling on the bottom bench, leaning back so that one of his elbows lies next to your shoes?Â
Your heart is racing as much as the drops of sweat running down his neck.Â
Holy fuck, he looks good.
âYou okay?â You ask downward, taking in his drenched hair and heaving chest.Â
A thought occurs to you then. A truth so exhilarating that you might burst if you donât keep yourself in check.Â
You get to see him tomorrow.Â
You donât know what to do.Â
Yoongi wipes his neck while watching the game finally start back up again. When he answers, his voice is so low that you lean down a bit to hear. âOh, yeah. Just tired.âÂ
He certainly doesnât look tired. A little winded, sure, but not tired.
âAh, I see,â you respond, planting your hands outside of your thighs. âYou got a lot better.âÂ
He turns his head to look up at you. âYou think so?â
And you want to tell him something else, but all that comes out of your mouth is, âMmhmm.â
A corner of his mouth lifts before he shifts his attention back to the court. âThanks. We started playing in a league so. Been playing a lot more recently. Damn rusty, though.â
Oh. You already know about the league because your brother mentioned it before, but⊠What is this feeling you have? Hearing just a sliver of Yoongiâs life outside of where you normally see him? Youâre amazed he even said something. Truthfully, itâs also a bit shocking that it slipped out of his mouth so easily.Â
Maybe itâs from adrenaline. You have seen people be a lot more chatty during games and today is obviously no different.Â
âI heard about the team! I didnât know you were on it.âÂ
A nod.
Grinning, you add, âNow I really wonât come to games.âÂ
Yoongiâs shoulders bob a bit and, though you canât directly see his expression from where youâre sitting, his lifted cheekbone is enough of a hint that heâs highly amused.Â
Fuck.Â
You really want to jump his damn bones.Â
A scary follow-up thought spears your brain: what if you actually donât see him tomorrow? Like your brother just said: his phoneâs been blowing up. What does that mean for you? Does Yoongi even still remember?Â
Shit shit shit.Â
You need to confirm now while the both of you are a ways from anyone else.Â
âYooââ
âHey!âÂ
Both you and the man below you snap your heads to the sound, watching as Taehyung walks along the concrete sideline before hopping one foot onto your bleacher. As the metal clang rings in your ears, you offer a smile.Â
âHey, Tae,â you greet as Yoongi lifts himself into a sitting position, slightly put out that your confirmation with him was interrupted. âTook you awhile.âÂ
His affronted expression is priceless. âIâm sorry. I was told to make a detour before even getting up! Whatâs up, Yoong.âÂ
âSup.âÂ
You groan. âYour plans werenât the only ones changed. I had to get these dummies a ball.âÂ
âLeave me outta this.âÂ
âSays the basketball player without a pump in his car.âÂ
Yoongi briefly tosses you a grin and scrunched nose over his shoulder, and you feel another skip of your heartbeat, wondering how long it will take until this man ends you completely.Â
Taehyungâs voice starts out slow as he continues, âWell, if youâre ready, we can go.âÂ
âYeah!â you chirp, not ready to leave Yoongi looking like that at all. âLetâs go.âÂ
As your shoes clunk along the bleachers before you step onto solid ground, you shoot him a smile over your shoulder. âBye, Yoongi.â
âSee ya,â he responds before his eyes flicker to your feet and back up again.Â
Suddenly incredibly shy, you clear your throat before walking in stride with Taehyung, waving goodbye to your brother and Jimin.Â
When you head out shortly after, you turn back one more time.Â
And suck in a breath.Â
Because Yoongiâs already turned away, drinking from his bottle while aiming a look to the other side of the court.
As you settle into Taehyungâs car, you spew some much needed venting about work and how everything is just inherently unfair.Â
âYou need to find something else, bro,â he sighs while starting the engine. âI keep telling you. Youâre too smart for that place.â
âIâm looking, Iâm looking,â you sigh, knowing that you canât refute anything heâs saying. The only issue is that you want to find a career instead of a job, and the only options youâve come across since graduating are the latter.Â
It could also be because youâre picky. But thatâs besides the point.Â
While Taehyung starts to list some optionsâone of them definitely a joke but still making you embarrassedâyou feel a vibration in your lap. Picking up your device, you see whoâs on the lock screen and unlock it as quickly as you can.Â
Yoongi [7:56pm]: Thanks for the water :)Â
Itâs such a simple message. Harmless, too. But you still canât help your face from heating and your fingers from squeezing your phone a little tighter.Â
An old, mellow song fills the car while you type your reply.Â
You [7:58pm]: Youâre welcome !
And the second one you send is made purely out of your own impatience to see him again.Â
You [7:58pm]: I wish I couldâve stayedâŠÂ
After it slips into the thread, you wonder if you crossed a line before saying screw it altogether. Your brother and Jimin are most likely still on the court anyways, and itâs definitely not a lie. Maybe youâre gauging if he feels the same?
Or do you just hope that he responds to your texts out of the many messages heâs been receiving lately? God, thatâs so lame, but it would at least help ease your mind if he did.Â
Then again, he did text you first⊠But maybe that wasâ
âWhat was that all about?âÂ
A quick cough leaves your mouth before you brace your chest, hitting it twice. Fuck, you completely forgot you arenât alone! Clearing the shame from your throat, you decide to tell part of the truth. âOh. Yoongi just said thank you for the water.âÂ
Tae just lifts a brow along with his lips. âMm.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
He slowly slides his eyes your way, checking his mirror on your side before making a turn. You feel tingles along your spine when he airily responds, âI wonât tell.âÂ
âTell what?âÂ
Taehyung gives you a look before droning, âReally.âÂ
âIâm notâWhatever youâve got in that head of yours, it is incorrect.âÂ
âUh huh. So the two of you arenât fucking?âÂ
Your jaw drops to your thighs. âWe arenât!âÂ
âMm. But you plan on it.âÂ
What the fuck! How does he know?
âTae!â
âNext time,â your scarily accurate friend advises, âDonât make it so obvious. He checks you out all the time but, if you do the same, then peopleâll talk.â When he gives your outfit a once-over, you shrivel up at his smirk. âThis makes sense now.âÂ
âHe⊠IâŠâÂ
Well then. You didnât know Yoongi regarded you like that enough for others to notice. Then again, Taehyung is the most intuitive out of your friends. If anyone was going to suspect anything miles ahead of everyone else, it would be him.Â
He simply smiles and shakes his head. âDonât worry. I wonât pry.âÂ
Come to think of it, you didnât exactly tell anyone all the details about that day. Sure, youâve mentioned to your girlfriends that something happenedâthey picked up on your glow even days afterwards, so you had to spill.Â
But you didnât dare mention a name. Not even a description, as much as they hounded you to describe his dick.Â
In this case, however⊠Taehyung seems to be convinced that heâs right already.Â
And he is.Â
So maybe you can actually admit what the hell happened to someone. The truth. It can finally leave the walls of your chest and take temporary rest in someone elseâs, and possibly make your steps a bit lighter in the process.Â
You take a deep breath.
âWe did. Once.âÂ
Taehyung immediately slaps his steering wheel, triumphant and making you flinch. âHah! I knew it! Wait, only once?âÂ
The scenery outside your window is suddenly super interesting. âYeah.â
ââŠWhen?â
âLast summer.â
One song changes to another as your friend pauses. âOh, damn. I didnât peg you as the one and done type.â
âNah. It wasnât like that,â you sigh. Reminiscent of what that day truly meant to you, you allow a fond smile to grace your face. âIt was actually really nice.âÂ
An even longer pause takes place, but youâre too busy replaying the events while watching buildings and cars and lights flash by. With the soft music accompanying, youâre briefly content and simply someone along for a night ride.Â
But Taeâs inquisitive hum pulls you back in.
Turning to him, you question, âWhat?â
The man is contemplative, and it looks like heâs gauging whether to say what he wants to or not. But you waitâlike you always doâbecause you canât budge the sudden fear in your gut.Â
Finally, he speaks, âYou know how he is, yeah? Never leaving parties or whatever alone?â
ââŠYeah.â
âI started noticing something off but.. I never knew what it was. And Jimin didnât know, either. Which was even weirder.âÂ
âUh huh⊠And?â
âI dunno. He just started checking out early. Like he would just dip or. Check his phone then bounce.â Taehyung flicks his turn signal on shortly before changing lanes. âI thought he actually had a regular or something. And after your little freak-outâwhich was cute, by the wayâI thought it couldâve been you.â
Your heart plummets. âOh⊠Itâs not.â
âMm.âÂ
Goddamn it. First the phone situation with him and now this. Of course you know Yoongi is the type of guy you can expect this from, but⊠Shit. You feel like an idiot right now for thinking something would be different in your case.Â
May as well get some questions out of the way. If this thing you planned happens at all, you need to be prepared. Licking your lips, you point out the obvious with a sigh, âYouâve been around him more than I have.âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
âDoes he⊠Hmm.âÂ
âWhat?â
Shaking your head, you both like how you can talk about this with someone and also dread the answer youâll receive. âYou think heâs the type to kick people out? After⊠You know?â
Tae aims a sly grin your way. âIs that what he did to you?â
You reach over to playfully tug on his sleeve before scoffing, âNo!â But after thinking about it, technically Yoongi did send you off, but the circumstances called for it. âI mean. That was different.âÂ
And your friend hums, unconvinced. âBut yeah, from what Iâve heard, thatâs usually what happens. At least, if they end up at his place. Pretty quick, too.âÂ
âAh,â you respond, heart bleeding.Â
âWhy? You really are planning on fucking, huh?âÂ
âTae!âÂ
âJust because Iâm right about your upcoming appointmeââ
âItâs nothing like that!â
âUh huh. And youâre just gonna be sitting on your single ass once your brother leaves.âÂ
Fuck. Heâs got you completely had and you barely said a thing.Â
You definitely need to be more discreet. Itâs fine if Taehyung is the only one that knows, but if other people do? Thereâs no way it can be kept from your brother then. And that will turn out fine for no one.Â
Your silence draws itself out long enough for Tae to say with slight pity, âYouâre lucky I like listening instead of talking.âÂ
âI dunno,â you bite. âYouâre being awfully fucking chatty tonight.âÂ
The laugh that erupts is completely Taehyung, his head throwing back a bit in the process. Itâs enough to pull one side of your mouth up.Â
Youâre fine. You know you can trust him. And you were right: you do feel a bit lighter now that the truth exists past your heart and Yoongiâs place.Â
âJust be careful with that one, okay? You know how he is. Just like your brother: doesnât do relationships and all that.â
With a slow nod, youâre back to looking out the window, hiding the cracks in your visage. âI know.âÂ
âDoes anyone else know?â
âNo.â
âMm.âÂ
Fuck. The feeling is back. The dark, simmering feeling that youâve made a mistake is stewing, and you need to try your hardest to not let it consume you.Â
But this is incredibly difficult to do once you see that you were left on Read.
The movie crawled by, a temporary distraction from your thoughts.Â
It wouldâve done a better job if it wasnât so shitty, though. Both you and Taehyung now stomp out of the theatre, pissed and cursing the people that recommended it.Â
âThat had to be a prank,â you surmise, disgruntled and fishing out your phone before you even get to the exit doors.Â
âPranks I can respect. But if that was actually something they liked? I am blocking them.âÂ
Amusement bubbles from your throat. âTae! Those are your friends. We do not block friends.âÂ
âWe do if they have shitty taste in movies.âÂ
When you both cross the entryway of the building, your miffed companion spots the ticket booth. Determined, he proclaims, âHold on. Iâm getting our money back.âÂ
âWow,â you laugh. âGood luck! Iâll be here.âÂ
Itâs after you watch his taut strides that you finally unlock your phone to see any notifications.Â
Some group chats, some emails, other random apps.Â
But of course, your finger zeroes in on the one that has your heart beating again. A notification you wanted but didnât expect to get.
Yoongi [9:52pm]: You missed out. I put on a show
You berate yourself for smiling at his overflow of confidence. But youâre also relieved as hell that he even responded in general. Maybe things arenât as awful as youâre creating them in your mind.Â
Hell, he couldâve been playing that whole time!Â
You need to chill the hell out. Stop worrying. Just go with the flow of things.Â
You [10:01pm]: Just got out of the movie !! And I knew you would.
Surprisingly, he responds quick.Â
Yoongi [10:02pm]: Howâd it go?
You [10:02pm]: Boring af. Taeâs trying to get our money back.Â
Yoongi [10:03pm]: Damn. Sorry :(
When you look up, you see Taehyung sauntering back, knowing he was successful one way or another.Â
Smiling, you observe, âI see we got what we wanted?âÂ
âYup! But alsoâŠâ He wiggles his phone.Â
âOh, my god. You got their number?âÂ
Taehyung beams a wide smile your way before you both leave the theatre. âAnd a free movie date.âÂ
Your eyes roll heavenward. âI dunno how you do it.âÂ
âEasy,â he puffs. âConfidence.â
âThatâs it?â
âAh, no. Confidence, and saying what you want.âÂ
You level your eyes with his. âIt canât be that simple.â
âTry it, babe. I promise it works.â
The car ride is more animated this time as you both rant about the film and ones that are scarily similar and equally terrible.Â
As you look at your phone, you see that Yoongi actually texted you again, so you rush to answerânot without getting a chuckle from Taehyung.Â
Yoongi [10:06pm]: Whatâs next?
You [10:20pm]: HOME
You [10:21pm]: Work early tomorrow. I shouldnât have gone out tonight tbhÂ
Itâs not until Taehyung drops you off at your house and youâre heading to your room that you get a reply.Â
Yoongi [10:38pm]: Fuckin saaame. Iâm passing tf out soon
Interesting, given itâs a Thursday night. Which part is he agreeing with? Work? Not going out? Both?Â
What could it mean if he agreed to either one? Maybe he is with his regularâif thatâs even a thing?Â
Fuck! Stop thinking about any of this. This whole chilling out thing is clearly not working for you and youâre pretty sure stress is digging trenches in your forehead.Â
Sighing, you set your bag down in your desk chair before deciding on a neutral reply, hating how youâre putting up a front.
You [10:40pm]: Okayyy gn!!
Yoongi [10:42pm]: gn :)
Itâs after you get his reply that you realize: you went the entire day without a clear confirmation on tomorrow.Â
And no matter what you try, your thoughts and worries still plague you well into the early, pink and yellow hues of the next morning.
âYou got everything?âÂ
âYeah, yeah.âÂ
âOkay. Because last timeââ
âRelax. I checked.âÂ
âOkay. How long are you out this time?âÂ
âA whole goddamn week,â your brother grunts as he rolls his suitcase past the front door. âBut the hotel is apparently fucking sick so. Whatever.âÂ
âNice.â
âYou sure youâre good?â
âMe? A functioning adult? Hardly.â
He shakes his head. âWell, you better ring me up if something happens. Or Yoongi.âÂ
You still your hand on its way to the doorknob. âOh. Yeah, okay.âÂ
âIâm serious.â
âI know.âÂ
âCool.â He pats your head before he turns to his ride. âSee ya.âÂ
âSee ya.âÂ
You [8:32am]: Hey ! Iâll be free after work. Are we still..?
Staring at your phone four hours after you sent Yoongi that text, you deflate before moving on with your work day.
While itâs true that both of you decided on today, thatâs the last you heard of it and itâs been days since then. Weeks.
It was only after hours of back and forths with yourself that you decided to finally send him a confirmation text. But the fact that he hasnât said anything yetâor even read itâmakes a bit of squirming happen under your skin.Â
Your thoughts mirror what you thought about on the basketball court: does Yoongi even remember?
Does he even still care?
Going through the motions of your day, you feel your hopes dwindle by the second, wondering if youâll even make it to the end of your shift.Â
But when you finally get a response, you quickly decide that no, you wonât.Â
Because the text you receive is enough to make your heartbeat skip thrice.Â
Yoongi [2:02pm]: đđđ :)
Fuck. Fuck, itâs happening.Â
The whole day at work after that seems to go terribly, awfully slow. Like some random entity bends time just for you because it knows youâre looking forward to something.Â
But when you finally leave and practically bounce all the way to your car, you shoot a quick text before getting inside.Â
You [5:42pm]: Iâm out ! Just lemme know.
Again, you get silence. Then a read receipt after a little bit, and then finally, an answer that isnât half as good as the first one.
Yoongi [6:11pm]: Shit ok. Iâll be out until late ):Â
Damn. Well, you can still use this time to relax and calm the bottled up anxiousness you feel in your body. How to busy yourself until then? How to distract yourself from thinking about worst case scenarios?
Finding things to do, the final plan involves showering before getting ready, then blanking out on your phone while a show youâve seen before plays in the background. Done.Â
It takes a bit for you to choose a playlist before getting under running water, but when you do, you let the hot stream coat you as your thoughts run rampant.Â
Yoongi and you never said what exactly would happen. All you said was you would go see him, and tonight was the night. Of course, the both of you definitely have one thing in mind, but⊠You donât exactly have a plan outside of that.Â
Not that it matters. After all, your conversation with Taehyung in his car confirmed that Yoongi doesnât really leave room for anything afterwards anyway.Â
Shit, do you even need to pack anything? Bring anything? Or will this whole thing that youâve been stressing over for days just last for an hour tops?Â
Your sigh mingles with the shower steam.Â
Relax.Â
Bottom line: itâs happening.Â
âBut I miss you, too.âÂ
You lean against the wall, folding your arms and smiling wide.
After you freshen up and get yourself all ready, you settle into a couch in your living room, knowing youâll fall asleep if you choose your bed instead.
Your phone occupies most of your time, and you periodically check Yoongiâs threadâas if you donât get notifications for messages.Â
But after awhile, the mountain of stress from today and your growing pile of worries weigh down your eyes, and you canât help but succumb to the sofa after all.
Oh, shit.
You knocked out. What time is it?Â
Blinking fast, you groggily check your phone.
10:50pm
Yoongi: 1 Missed Call
âFuck!â You scramble to click the notification, sitting up and feeling a bit disoriented.Â
Yoongi: Outgoing Call
When did you fall asleep? How long has it been? Did he just end up making other plans?Â
âHey.âÂ
Your breath stutters. âI am so sorry! Fuck, I fell asleep.âÂ
âSâokay.â
A pause.Â
Nothing else from him?Â
âHow⊠How was your day?âÂ
Thereâs a brief, soft noise on the other line. But you canât tell what the hell it is. Was it a laugh? A snort? It sounds like heâs in his car, so maybe a random sound?
âIt was fine.âÂ
You blink.Â
Somethingâs off.Â
You have no damn clue why, but this isnât the Yoongi youâre used to. He sounds so unlike himself that youâre starting to get worried.Â
But is it okay to ask him whatâs wrong? He certainly asks you all the time.Â
However, for some reason, you canât. Maybe you donât think itâs your space to pry.Â
So you try to make the situation light. âAt least your day is done! Tomorrow will be fun, right?âÂ
A long exhale crackles through the line, and you feel yourself crumbling when he responds.
âSame shit tomorrow, too.âÂ
âOh,â you whoosh out, feeling your plans slip through your fingers and pricking them on the way down. âI see.âÂ
Youâre silent after that, wallowing in your sudden sadness that your tomorrow isnât looking as bright as you imagined. What was that about assuming disappointment again? Fuck, you shouldâve done it this time.Â
âSorry.âÂ
Your heart lurches at his gravelly tone, and emotions clash inside your stomach, quickly turning it into a pit of turmoil. âNo, no!â you blurt out, hoping he didnât hear the heaviness you feel. âItâs okay. Things happen.âÂ
âItâs okay, Yoongi,â you finally decide to say, whispering. âIf youâre busyââ
âIâm not busy right now.âÂ
A car door thumps shut on the line, both that sudden sound and his quick reply rendering you speechless.
âOh. Okay.âÂ
What in the hell is happening? If you were a betting person, you would think heâs⊠upset. Distancing himself. You donât think youâve breathed ever since he answered the call.Â
So you just wait. Wait and wait and wait for him to hang up so that you can sit and think about this deep pit of emotions you dug for yourself.Â
But Yoongi doesnât end the call. Not even after an entire minute of silence.Â
Your worries start to deepen. What the fuck is going on? Why did he even answer ifâ
âOpen the door, doll.âÂ
What?Â
A quick exhale leaves your mouth as you swerve your head towards the front. âThe door? My door?âÂ
A small breath can be heard on his end before you get a very, very tired-sounding,Â
âYeah.âÂ
âOh. Shit,â you rush out, shooting up from your spot. âOkay, hold on.âÂ
The call ends while youâre making a beeline for the entrance.Â
Your feet pad with loud slaps the whole way there, and you really donât know whatâs happening or what youâre gonna do once you open the door. As you get to the opening, you stop and take a breath before undoing the locks.Â
And though Yoongiâs head is slightly hung, his eyes are already trained on you when you slowly reveal your anxious expression.Â
âHey.â
âHi.âÂ
You let him in and take in his heavy strides, shutting the door as if you donât want your own house to know your secret. âI thought you were going home.âÂ
âI was.âÂ
Suddenly remembering what time it is, you blurt, âNo one saw you, did they?â
Yoongi shakes his head, eyes aimed away from where you stand. âEveryoneâs out.âÂ
âOkayâŠâÂ
You remain planted a few steps away from him, not knowing what to do but wanting to do anything to wipe the expression off of Yoongiâs face. To clear the bags from under his eyes and the slight pinch in his brow. But youâre so shaken by the whole string of events that somehow led him here.Â
What the hell is going on? Where is the Yoongi that you know?Â
No. What youâre used to doesnât matter right now. What you think youâre worried about doesnât matter now, either. All you want to focus on is lifting his mood, so you launch yourself towards the kitchen and offer multiple things,
âHave you eaten? Do you want anything? I can make something or find a snack. We donât have much butââ
Your arm is suddenly tugged backwards, and you donât know whatâs happening until your chest is crushed into the front of Yoongiâs hoodie.
Snapping your eyes to his face, you flicker them between his and start to ask what that was for, but heâs already putting your head back against him.Â
And itâs silent.Â
Only the beat of his heart pulses in your ear.
Embarrassed because youâre entirely sure he can feel your much quicker one, you bring your hands up to grip his jacket, burrowing your face into soft material that smells like comfort and him.
And as soon as you do, you feel at peace. Time bends in another way and, this time, you revel in the slower passing.
There are no thoughts, no worries, no others around. Just darkness and his scent and his warmth around your back.Â
You feel his chest rumble when he asks a question, and his voice is so incredibly low that you have to pull away.Â
âHmm?âÂ
Yoongi just watches your face when he responds, exhausted, and you feel your heart skip once again.Â
âPlease lemme kiss you.âÂ
The first thing you feel is confusion. And the second is something terribly similar. But you say nothing as you see the look in his eyesâeyes that are just a shade darker than you remember.
So you nod.Â
And kiss you he does, lips softly pressing into yours and lifting your soul off the ground. Itâs not rushed, not imposing; rather, itâs a soft flame that slowly warms you through.Â
Your eyes close shortly before it ends. Because though it isnât rushed, it is still chaste, and youâre already pulling away.
It is now that you search his eyes, noticing more weariness and something else in their depths. The more you rest in silence, the more you wantâ
To be kissed again and exactly how heâs doing now, crushing his lips against yours and sending lightning down to your toes. This kiss is much deeper, much fuller, tugging your heart to the front of your chest with force.Â
Your hands clamp impossibly tight around the material of his hoodie, gripping it and pulling him in a fraction. The grunt you get in return ignites something in your lower belly, only to be followed up with him twisting you to shove against the nearest wall.Â
Everything bursts into overdrive as you moan into his mouth, hearing one of his hands thump the wall next to you. The way he thrusts himself flush against you sends your mind in a frenzy, and your hands abandon his hoodie to sling around his neck instead.
Fuck, you needed this. All the stolen glances and kisses up to this point have been driving you up multiple walls, and you have been craving this feeling for months. This intensity.Â
The way he exhales from his nose, the way his hand never lets up on your hip, the way he chuckles when you reach for the bottom of his hoodieâeverything heâs doing now is the Yoongi you finally know. Heâs back with a vengeance and you want him to unleash it all on you.
Youâre about to fling caution to the wind and yank him to your room when he suddenly, calmly, annoyingly halts your movements.Â
With eyes aimed straight at his face, you wordlessly ask what heâs doingâand also plead him to keep going.
And Yoongi looks at you before rubbing your cheek. Murmuring, he clarifies with a low tone, âThat wasnât what I came for, doll.â
âThen⊠Then what?â
He just smiles a bit, eyes lidded and drooping. âI just wanted to see you real quick.â
âYouâre leaving?â
âYeah.â
Forgetting everything that you just spoke about with Taehyung, you offer, âI can come over.âÂ
Yoongi shakes his head, swiftly reminding you what you stupidly needed to remember. âIâll be out tomorrow, too.âÂ
âOh.â
âAnd I donât wanna keep you if you got plans.âÂ
âI mean⊠I guess. I kinda cleared my plans for⊠This.âÂ
Yoongi rests his arms around your waist. âI tried, too. But I canât flake on this. My bad.âÂ
âAre you kidding? Itâs fine, really. Do your stuff,â you offer as if he isnât going to anyway. Fuck, you feel dumb.Â
But Yoongi seems set on his decision. Who are you to make him change it? Besides, you can get some errands done. Listen to Taehyung and look for some real jobs. Folding your lips together, you hang your head in disappointment. âI justâŠâÂ
âI know.âÂ
âItâs been forever.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
Tilting your eyes back to his face, you ask, voice small, âIâm not⊠Iâm not keeping you from anything, am I?âÂ
Yoongi roves his eyes over your features, and his silence is weighing you down with every passing nanosecond. âSay what you mean.âÂ
Determined to keep it a secret, you lie, âThat is what I mean.âÂ
He doesnât believe you. But he answers, âNo.âÂ
âOkay.â
Cupping your chin, Yoongi rubs your face with a rough thumb. âAnd listen. If you got something on your mind, tell me. Ask me. You may not always like the answer, but Iâll always be honest.â He then steps away, and the breaths youâve been harboring finally leave you in a rush. He yawns behind a fist before blinking hard. âYouâre the one that fucking called me out on it.âÂ
No no no. This is too soon. You donât want him to go. âThen can I ask something else?âÂ
Yoongi has a mix of curiosity and trepidation on his face. He brings you in again and waits. âHit me.âÂ
âDo you want me to come over?âÂ
Surprise shoots from his nose, and he smiles wide, aiming his laugh away from you. âThatâs not fair.âÂ
âUh uh! You said I just have to ask.âÂ
âToo damn quick. Maybe youâre hustling me here, too.âÂ
âYouâre stalling.âÂ
Yoongi grins even wider and softly kisses your forehead, eyes closed. âThis isnât good for me.âÂ
âYoongi!âÂ
âOkay, okay,â he relents through another yawn. ââŠYeah.âÂ
âThen Iâm coming over.â
âHold up, I didnât sayââÂ
âItâs decided! Iâm getting my stuff.â You head to your room and you hear Yoongiâs amusement follow your strides, and it isnât until you get there that you realize youâre both very alone in your house. Like you wanted him to be that night on the phone. Like you want it to be all the time.
You grab your bag, wondering if you should pack a toothbrush and a change of clothesâ
âMm. Cute.âÂ
You shoot up from your hunched position. âFuck!â Shaking your head, you sigh at the relaxed presence filling your doorframe, âI didnât even hear you.âÂ
He pops his eyebrows up. ââCus youâre so loud.â
âAnd?â You watch him lean against the panel of your door, and it brings you back to when you first went to his place, drenched in rainwater and jitters. His hair is brighter this time, but his features are much more cloudy, and you canât help but feel like his day was long. Maybe even longer than yours.Â
What can possibly be happening?Â
Noticing his eyes slipping shut, you quickly offer, âHey. You can sit at the desk. Just no judging.âÂ
âI said it was cute.â He pushes off of your doorframe and inspects the space in earnest, dumping himself in your desk chair thatâs seen many, many days of studying.Â
As youâre getting your stuff ready, you remember the times youâve seen or heard Yoongi walk past your room while in that same seat. You remember how you couldnât help but glance at him every time, curling your toes or folding your lips together on instinct.Â
To go from that to whatâs happening now, you smile ruefully at the change.
A soft sound brushes your ear when you have the final item stuffed in your pack. Turning, you realize that Yoongiâs already asleep in your chair, head propped on a sleeved arm.Â
Blinking, you feel things clicking into place: the weary call, the tired eyes, the goddamn yawning. Why didnât you pick up on something so glaringly obvious? Idiot!Â
But another thing clicks into place.Â
His car is outside.
Shit, if anyone sees it out front and knows your brother isnât here, the rest of the puzzle connects itself.Â
Your packed bag is abandoned as you make your way over to him, deciding that this can go one of two ways. Slowly shaking his shoulder, you whisper his name.Â
âMm.âÂ
âWould you rather sleep here for a bit? Or have me drive?â
A quick quirk of his mouth precedes a sleepy, âSâokay. I can drive back.âÂ
Absolutely not. âI wonât let you. Pick one.âÂ
âMmph.â
You immediately pick for him. âLemme have your keys.â
Another sleepy huff of amusement expels from his lips. âSo bossy.â
âDeal with it.â
He breathes deep before answering, âPocket.âÂ
After checking both his hoodie pockets, you fish them out, softly guiding him up from your chair. âCome on. Letâs go.âÂ
Huh.
If you arenât mistaken, youâre pretty sure Yoongi just pouted.Â
And you believe itâs the cutest thing youâve ever seen.Â
Even throughout the whole stilted walk to his car, on the way to his place, and guiding him all the way to his room, itâs legitimately the only thing you can think about. And you think you would do anything to see it again.Â
âSleep well, Yoongi,â you whisper as you leave him on his bed. A bed you want to occupy but know you canât. âSorry I kept you up.â
In hindsight, you couldâve taken his couch.Â
But as you get woken up by vibrations in your own bed, you reason that you made the right decision to get a paid ride back home. You have no idea what Yoongiâs day entails, so itâs better to give him that space.Â
Listen to Taehyung. You gotta be careful. Donât allow yourself to get too attached to someone that doesnât have the word relationship in their vocabulary.
Itâs during the fourth vibration that you realize that youâre getting a call, and you shoot your hand out over your nightstand to check the ID.
Yoongi: Incoming Call
âHey,â you rasp after a moment of panic, cradling your phone to an upturned ear.
âHey. Did you drive me home?â
Fuck, his voice is deeper than youâve ever heard it. âMmhmm.â
âWhat the fuck. I donât remember shit.â
âItâs okay.â You breathe through your nose as your eyes slip back shut. âYou were exhausted.â
âApparently. How did you get back?âÂ
You sleepily rub your eyes, feeling a bit teasing this morning. âI walked.âÂ
âWhat? You fuckinâ serious?â
âYoongi, no,â you giggle. âI got a ride.âÂ
After prolonged silence on the line, you wonder what could be going through his head. Did you mess up by driving him back? You donât think so, but it couldâve crossed a line anyways. âSorry if you didnât want me driving your car.â
âNah. I was gonna say thanks.âÂ
âOh.âÂ
You hear a shuffling of activity and a slight jangling of keys.Â
âDid you really clear your day?â
âYeah.â
âDamn. Sorry.â
âSâok,â you say through a yawn. âMaybe Iâll actually job hunt now.â
âIn person?â
A soft laugh puffs out of your mouth. âNo, old man. On my laptop.âÂ
âMm. So thatâs all?â
âI guess so. Hate to break it to you but Iâm kinda boring.â
Yoongiâs snort is enough to make you smile.
âNot at all.âÂ
âMaybe I can try a new boba place.âÂ
âDo that. Do shit you want today.âÂ
âI wanted to see you,â you whisper, the warmth from your blankets comfortable yet still no match for his embrace.
After a few seconds, you realize, âWell, I guess I technically did already.â This early revelation causes you to sleepily huff in triumph. âSo. Win.âÂ
You hear a faint chuckle in tandem with a door shut.
âSo cute.â
âNu uh.â
âUh huh.â
You shut your eyes, feeling dreamlandâs approach again. Yoongiâs saying something on the other line, but his words barely register in your current state.Â
âI canât make any promises, doll.âÂ
âMm.â
âBut Iâll make it up to you regardless.âÂ
Afternoon sees the beginning of your day, your legs finally leaving the warmth of your sheets hours after your call.Â
With dread, you know today will crawl, which wonât fare well for someone in your positionâsomeone that cleared their entire schedule for plans that didnât come to fruition.Â
After you venture to your kitchen, you lean on your island and wonder what the hell to do.Â
What you should do and what you want to do are two completely different things. You should be job hunting like you mentioned to Yoongi, but why would you do something so soul-crushing on a Saturday? On a day that you were supposed toâsupposedlyâspend with him?Â
Eventually, you do end up trying that new boba place you heard about from one of your friends, meeting them for a few hours before seeing if Taehyung wanted to have a redemption movie date.
âArenât you supposed to beââ
âHeâs busy, Tae,â you rush out before he can finish whatever the hell he was going to say. From your spot in the parking lot, you watch cars roll by and people amble the surrounding sidewalks with plastic cups and large straws.
âDoing what?âÂ
âI dunno.âÂ
âWhat do you mean you donât know? He didnât tell you?âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âThatâs sus. Iâm sorry.âÂ
âWell,â you purse your lips while absentmindedly playing with your steering wheel. âI didnât exactly ask, either.âÂ
âHuh?âÂ
God. You can picture the exact expression he has on his face right now.Â
âYou are hopeless.âÂ
âIt just seems weird to ask!âÂ
âWhy?â
âWe donât know each other like that. I canât bring myself to ask him any personal shit.âÂ
âYou canât ask him about it? Or you donât wanna know?âÂ
You freeze, staring at your dashboard like youâve just been caught. âDamn. Maybe.âÂ
âWell. As long as you know what youâre doing.âÂ
âTae, I never know what Iâm doing.âÂ
âLies.âÂ
You start to inspect your recently manicured nails before tsking. âWell, if we arenât gonna do the movie thing, Iâll figure something else out.âÂ
âYeah, we can. Just gotta be done by nine. I got that date tonight.âÂ
âIf only both of us were that lucky.âÂ
âIf you actually listened to me, maybe we would be.âÂ
This time, the movie was a much more successful distraction from your thoughts. Taehyung kept his earlier promise of not prying, and the two of you instead had a film to praise instead of critique to the ground.
In fact, you were so into the whole thing that you completely missed an update from him.Â
Yoongi [7:20pm]: Free soonÂ
Soon? Rechecking the time, you realize that it has been a long ass time since then. Weird.Â
Walking to your car, you slip a message into the thread before getting inside.Â
You [8:50pm]: Still busy?
He texts back a few minutes later. But that was three of the longest minutes of your life.Â
Yoongi [8:53pm]: YeahÂ
Worry eats away at you, and a million and one possibilities race through your mind, each one vying to be first to conclusions. Pulling into the street, you hope they all lose.Â
Fuck. You hate this feeling and you hate that you canât bring yourself to fix it. Why canât you be like Taehyung and just ask? Sure, getting money back is much different than dealing with Yoongi, but. Are you really that scared of what his answers to your questions would be? What exactly makes this so hard even though you know what heâs like?Â
Is it because, for a brief moment on that phone call weeks ago, that you felt special? Like you meant something to him?Â
As you fill your entryway with your dark cloud, you sigh. Grappling with all of your worries at once is incredibly draining and yet, you canât do the one thing that would take care of most of them.Â
You want to believe that heâs legitimately busy. You need to. Goddamn, youâre an adult and so is he.
And if heâs actually with someone else and not telling you? Fuck him. Even if heâs Min Yoongi, you cannot let a guy give you this much grief.Â
Dumping yourself on your couch, you bury your face in the crook of your armâmad with him, the world, but mostly yourself.Â
You wanna travel back in time.Â
Not too far. Just to the moment you both existed on the bleachers on that basketball court, before you were faced with the prospect of being just someone else he had on his schedule.Â
Yoongi: Incoming CallÂ
Fuck, you answered faster than you could even process.Â
âHiââ
âI hate when people canât do their job.âÂ
Holy crap. That came out of nowhere. Immediately, youâre sitting up. âHey, whatâs wrong?âÂ
Exasperation blows through the line.
âLong story. But Iâm finally off. You want anything?âÂ
Motherfucker.Â
Finally off. He was working.Â
What the fuck. Why the hell were you even worried? Why didnât you just ask! What the hell is wrong with you? Why couldnât you do something so damn simple?Â
You want to fucking cry.Â
Your lips quake when you reply, âI⊠Iâm fine with anything.â
âWhatâs wrong, doll?âÂ
âNothing.â Your laugh is hollow and your throat is clogged. âNothing.âÂ
âDonât lie to me.â
Hanging your head, you hope your voice sounds neutral when you say, âReally, itâs stupid and Iâm fine! Itâs okay.âÂ
Yoongi seems to make a decision after a second, and the way he says your nameânot a nickname, not anything elseâtakes all the oxygen from your lungs.
âWhere are you?â
âHome. If you need to go home, itâs okayââÂ
âDonât. Iâm on the way.âÂ
The call abruptly ends after that, which leaves you sitting on your sofa with rain in your palms.
Yoongi sounded so exhausted, and now he has to deal with you. You feel absolutely awful for adding any unnecessary stress to his day, and you already feel some tears slipping through your fingers.
God, youâre so fucking frustrated. Why didnât you do literally anything else today except worry? You couldâve run errands, job hunted like you needed to, or at least been as productive as he apparently was. Now you just feel regretful and useless.Â
Yoongi texts you a good handful of minutes later, and you swipe away your tears before heading to the front.Â
You vow to put on a happy face when you swing the door open but holy fuck heâs in jeans and a white tee and youâre suddenly spellbound. His wild hair distracts you to the point that you donât even realize that heâs shutting the door instead of you.
Gripping the back of your head, he forces you to look him in the eye, the wood banging closed before he questions,
âWere you worried?â
You tense before slowly nodding.Â
Yoongi darts his eyes between yours. âHow long?âÂ
âIâŠâ Your eyelids slip shut with resignation. âSince basketball.âÂ
Yoongi lets go of your neck, and you blink to see him looking into the house behind you, gnawing on his bottom lip and inhaling deep.Â
You wonder what heâs thinking, what lies behind that hardened expression on his face.Â
Is he upset with you for worrying? Does he think he made a mistake making any sort of plans with someone like you?Â
Heâs muttering something under his breath, but his voice is so gravelly and deep that you canât make out a single word.
Itâs a drawn-out moment before he finally moves again, slinging his arms around your neck with a sigh and pressing his forehead against yours. His voice sounds like nighttime when he softly asks,Â
âYou seeing anyone?âÂ
You blink. âNo.â
âSame.â He moves to press his lips to your temple. âBeen dodging shit since the night you called.âÂ
You feel your lips tremble. What a fucking idiot youâve been.Â
Though stress is already slipping off your shoulders in clumps, you canât help but point out with a clogged throat, âThat was two weeks ago.â
âAnd?âÂ
You inhale his scent, closing your eyes and berating yourself again for jumping to so many conclusions. âI dunno. Just feels like awhile for you.âÂ
You feel rather than see Yoongiâs mouth curve up as he huffs out a short breath. âIs that what you think of me?âÂ
âMm.â You shrug. âI donât have any new evidence.âÂ
Itâs after this that he props up your chin, his eyes already creased behind loose orange locks. âSmartass.âÂ
Your smile is rueful at best, and you hate how fucking obvious you were to him. Yoongi probably thinks youâre pathetic.Â
But he doesnât harbor any pity in his face as he reiterates, âI told you. All you have to do is ask. If youâre thinking something, say it.âÂ
For the first time, itâs your turn to look away.Â
Taehyungâs words echo in your mind, and his advice coupled with Yoongiâs insistence finally breaks the dam in your mouth. Everything youâve been wanting to say surges out in waves as you take a step back.
âI justâ I dunno. I donât wanna pry with you because I donât know you like that yet. And the other day, Tae said something about you acting weird lately and maybe you found a regular or whatever and I justâ Iâve just been soâŠâ You sigh as your gaze falls to your feet. âYou keep telling me to tell you stuff, but I barely get anything from you. And thatâs whatever, I guess. Itâs not like... I mean. It just feels one-sided.âÂ
Well. The confidence certainly wasnât there, but at least you got it all out. Taehyung would have to at least give you a pat on the back for your efforts and, though you may not also score a free movie date, you feel damn accomplished.Â
Even though, from the looks of things, you may have just put distance between you and the man that shamelessly came to your house while your brother is gone. Twice.
Fuck.Â
Yoongi runs a hand through his hair, face full of shadows and conflict. You donât know what else to do except wait, so you do, hoping that you didnât ruin anything.Â
But he just looks at you before a resigned whoosh of air leaves his nose. âGet your stuff.â
âWhat?â
Yoongi tilts his head towards your room. âYour stuff.â He quickly exhales before continuing, âIâll tell you everything in the car.â
âOh,â you breathe, anticipation bubbling furiously as you regard him one more time. âYou sure?âÂ
âGo, doll.âÂ
It doesnât take you long to grab your things, especially since you didnât unpack what you already put together the night before but never used. You hope the backpack isnât too conspicuous, planning on using your laptop as the top excuse for that big of a bag.Â
But the walk to his car is quiet and charged, and it isnât until youâre a few blocks out that Yoongi finally decides to talk.Â
âYou remember Kook?â
Huh?Â
That isnât how you expected things to start, especially if itâs who you think heâs referring to.Â
Sucking in a breath, you clarify, âKook? âŠJungkook?â
âYeah.âÂ
Yes.Â
Yes, you do.Â
You remember Jungkook very well.Â
âMmhmm,â is all you can say, voice in the tiniest font possible. Looking out the window, you refocus your vision to see the reflection of your worry instead of the passing scenery.
âWell, he runs a studio here now. Downtown.âÂ
You swallow. While you know a lot of things about the guy, you didnât know this bit. âOh. Thatâs dope.âÂ
âThatâs where Iâve been.âÂ
You snap wide eyes to him, stunned by multiple things. One, a name you didnât expect to hear come up. And two, the fact that Yoongiâs even telling you this.Â
Yes, the conversations have been a bit one-sided, but itâs not like the two of you are even a thing. Hell, youâve barely seen each other and itâs almost been a whole year since you first approached him.Â
Technically, he doesnât owe you any explanations at all.Â
So the fact that Yoongiâa very private personâis willing to share something about his life just to erase any worries you have, makes you feel things you donât want to feel right now. Never mind the Jungkook thing. Looking back, youâre shocked that he didnât just bounce after your mini rant. How did you even end up in his car after that?Â
âOhâŠâ is all you can say, again. âThat explains the music stuff.âÂ
âKinda,â Yoongi says, low. âBut anyway, I was a nobody when I got there. Then some shit went down and now itâs just me and two other people, so. I got work out the ass.âÂ
âDamn, Iâm sorry.â
âThatâs not it.â He runs long fingers through his fiery hair, and youâre temporarily distracted by the clinking of his bracelets. âWe got a project deadline that I highly doubt weâll make. Even if we go nonstop everyday for the next week.â
âWhenâs the deadline?âÂ
âThe dude needs his files by next Friday.âÂ
âShit. Why am I even coming over?â
The trip to his place is short, his car already rolling up to his apartment. âDonât worry about that. Iâm peacing out early tomorrow,â he proclaims before hoisting himself out.
âWhat!â You donât even see him rounding the car when you shove your door open, eyes wide and mouth hung open.Â
âThatâs the plan,â he confirms after a few steps, disappearing around the corner that hides his place from the parking lot.Â
Padding quickly after him, you refuse with every step, âNo no. Hell no. You shouldnât do that just because of me.âÂ
He shoots a quick smirk your way before moving to unlock his door. âItâs for me, too, doll. Iâm fuckinâ beat.âÂ
As youâre greeted by his dark apartment, your whispers pass the threshold with your sagging shoulders. âYoongi⊠Iâm sorry for bothering you with all this. Iâve been so stupid.âÂ
âNah. This is on me. I couldâve just told you.âÂ
Shucking off your bag and placing it next to your shoes with a thump, you assure himâbecause you really feel the need toâwith a whisper, âYou can, you know. You can tell me things any time. I mean it.âÂ
Yoongi just huffs out of his nose before looking away, his tiredness accentuated by faint moonlight seeping through nearby blinds. âItâs all bullshit. I donât wanna bother you with it.âÂ
âYouâre not.â Itâs your turn to take his face in your hands. And the action stuns you just as much as him. âI feel like youâre keeping a lot of stuff to yourself and thatâs not healthy. Obviously Iâm the last one to talk, but. I know what that feels like. It sucks.âÂ
Thereâs a bit of settled silence after your last word dissipates. In the dark of the room, all you can see is his white shirt, now a faint blue.Â
Did you say too much? Offer something you shouldnât have?Â
Well. He can deal. After witnessing the self-destruction of your day in real time, you meant every word.Â
Yoongi finally moves, slowly sliding a hand over one of yours. His voice seeps out like honey when he asks, âThink youâre so smart, huh?âÂ
âNo. Iâm an idiot.âÂ
He laughs.Â
âBut I mean it.â You press your fingers around his jawline a bit tighter, willing your intentions to transfer right into his mind. âItâs okay. You can tell me.âÂ
His eyes search your face, and you feel like you can wait forever to hear his answer. Itâs the second time you see something besides confidence in his face, and it makes you scared and content and something else you canât quite place.Â
So when he lowers his gaze to your lips and tells you to just fucking kiss him, you smash your mouth on his before he even gets the words out.Â
The next batch of seconds is a whirlwind, both of you stumbling with purpose to his room. Every time you try to look into the darkness to see where youâre going, your jaw is gripped and your lips are claimed. Over and over and over. Your breath caressing his mouth; his groans invading your throatâeverything is happening at once and comes to a head as your back connects with his door.Â
A groan rips from your throat before a satisfied laugh follows, and the twist in sounds causes Yoongi to pause on his way to grip his doorknob.Â
You aim a look of question his way, but he simply hums in amusement before diving to your neck, scorching your skin with his saliva and pent-up frustrations.Â
âYoongi,â you whine, gripping his shirt and tugging him impossibly close to you like you did in your own entryway. And once you say his name, itâs the only thing you chant, even while he yanks his door open and during your rushed fall onto his bed.Â
He quickly follows suit, smothering your body lovely and capturing your lips once more. With a passing thought, you notice that heâs much quieter this time, not having said a single word since you started.Â
Holy fuck, youâre here again. Excitement cannot even begin to describe the way you feel, for what exists in your chest feels much too intense for any known language.Â
As Yoongi brings a hand up to grip the bottom of your shirt, you feel a wave of shakes overcome youâshakes that have been kept dormant for almost a year. Pure want is what causes your hands to grab his tee in reply, and your voice is heavy with pleas,
âYoongi⊠I missedâŠâ
âMm.â
âSo much.âÂ
He kisses the side of your mouthâroughâbefore shoving your legs open and pressing himself against your center. Though he still doesnât respond with words, his answer is very, truly loud.Â
And when he straightens into a kneel to yank his shirt off, it is then that you notice glints of moonlight around his neck.Â
Oh, fuck. How did you not feel those chains at all?Â
Yoongi doesnât give you time to ponder, grabbing your shirt and pulling it up until you adjust yourself for its removal. Itâs quickly flung to join his before heâs reaching around to unhook your bra, using one hand while digging the other into his mattress.Â
As your bare chest is claimed by hot lips, you decide that you like both Yoongiâsâboth the talkative and the silent. While the talkative Yoongi brought out the beautifully dark parts of you, the silent Yoongi allows you to simply feel without thoughts. Only the sounds of your lust burst around the bed, a symphony with the rustling of your discarded pants and rumpling of soft sheets. Itâs still passionate; itâs still toe-curling; itâs still volcanic.Â
Lost in throes of pleasure, your body relies purely on instinct, legs sliding along his body and your hands hastily searching for anything to grip. When your fingers find the chains sliding along your sternum, the deep chuckle that rumbles above you is full of mischief.Â
Finally, Yoongi speaks to simply make fun of you. âAdorable.âÂ
You donât get to reply, though. Because this is the moment he decides to cup you through your underwear, growling with furrowed brows, âHoly fuck.âÂ
No matter what, this part will always embarrass you. The way youâre so easily affected by the man crushing you with the best burden you could ask for. Igniting under your skin, you try to hide your smile with a lip bite, but Yoongi only laughs, slow.
âSo fucking wet.â Â
You flinch at his sudden swirling movements, shutting your eyes in pure instinct and sighing up to his fiery locks. âJust for⊠Just for you.âÂ
Instead of stripping your last piece of clothing, Yoongi does something that has your head spinning off its axisâpushing the material aside and sliding his fingers up your slick folds.Â
You jolt upward. âFuck! Oh, my god.âÂ
Laugh full of smugness, Yoongi replies, âI knew youâd like this. Dirty girl.âÂ
Holy shit. You knew that you missed his fingers, especially being where they are. But whatâs happening now blows your expectations to pieces.Â
It feels so different. Why does it feel so much dirtier? Why are you absolutely loving this? Youâre envisioning other scenarios where Yoongi would do this same exact thing, your head clouding more with every single one. Â
And when he admits something, your hands leave his jewelry to grip the sheets around you instead.Â
âIâve been wanting to do this for months.âÂ
âOh, fuck,â you moan, throwing your head back as he softly caresses your clit.Â
âEvery fucking time I saw you.âÂ
Another teasing flick of his thumb.Â
âWanted to get you in every room and make you scream.âÂ
You finally whine with frustration, unable to take it anymore. The coil in your belly is already twisting incredibly tight. You need more. More more more and if you donât get it youâre going to combust. âYoongi! Oh, fuckâPlease, I need you.âÂ
âNot yet, baby girl,â he responds, âYouâre gonna come around my fingers so I can lickâem clean.â
âYoongi!âÂ
âFuck, you feel so good.âÂ
Fuck! More.You need more.Â
But Yoongi starts to insert his digits into your cunt and your mind blanks. You repeat his name like a mantra, digging the back of your head into his mattress.Â
âThatâs it, doll,â he encourages, âFuck, you take these so well.âÂ
âYoongi, pleaseâŠâÂ
âUh uh.âÂ
You throw your head to the side, limbs locking as your body rocks on his fingers. âPlease,â you beg, âI wantâ I need you inside.âÂ
Thereâs a complete switch in both your movements when he finally realizes what you really want and need. His chains swing from his neck as he leans to grab a condom from his nightstand, but your hands grab at his chest instead of the weighty strings of silver.Â
âPlease,â you keep whispering, raking your nails along his skin and pulling a groan from his throat. âPlease.âÂ
After he deftly tears the wrapper, Yoongi puffs mirth onto your awaiting form. âI like this part of you.âÂ
âWhat part?âÂ
âImpatient ass.â
âShut up!âÂ
He grins before caging you in again, aligning himself with your cunt and making you tense your legs around him.Â
Itâs what youâve been wanting ever since leaving that day, and from Yoongiâs face, youâd like to think he feels the same.Â
He looks at you, silent, waiting for your cue. And just like before, the same feeling blooms in your chest while butterflies take flight into your fingertips, raising them to slightly tug on a necklace while nodding.Â
Your eyes almost roll all the way into your head when Yoongi pushes your panties to the side, insistent on keeping them on while fucking you. Goddamn, youâre finding out new shit you like again. How heâs able to provide these sexual revelations, you canât fathom but donât want to question.Â
The intrusion still has its initial discomfort, but your cunt adjusts to accommodate him, fluttering fast and milking him after seconds.Â
A deep groan falls from his lips. âSo tight.âÂ
Nodding, you offer your own observation, âBig. Very big.â
A half wince-half laugh leaves his mouth, and his jaw works in concentration, brows knitting and teeth biting his bottom lip.
âOh, my god.â You throw your head back for the upteenth time, hands coming up to grip his arms. âThis feels so good.âÂ
âFuck, baby.â
Breathing hard, you start to tilt your hips, impatience and lust fueling your order, âFuck me. Fuck me, Yoongi.âÂ
You donât get a replyâjust the long thrust of his dick before he launches into a frantic pace.Â
Fuck! You see stars. Youâre launched into the sky. You donât know time from space as your head gets closer and closer to his headboard, your pelvis constantly getting smacked by his rough pounding.Â
âSo fuckingâFuck!âÂ
Yoongi grabs one of your legs and slings it over his shoulder, pushing himself incredibly deep and making you whine impossibly high. The new angle has him hitting a spot that has your vision blanking, and holy shit itâs impossible how close you are.Â
How? Whatâs wrong with you? How are you about to come?
âYoongi, IâmâIâm so close alreadyââ
âGoddamn, I feel you. Lemme feel it, babe.â
âSo fastââ
His voice dips when he growls, âI love it. Fucking do it.âÂ
You can barely hear what he says next, but your body still reacts as if it understands.Â
Filth. Absolute filth. It has to be. Words and names that you want him to say louder but are too embarrassed to tell him. Phrases that you want him to say right to your face.Â
But just him muttering it is enough for you, and you gasp as euphoria overcomes you, shaking you from your core and rattling your bones. Waves crash against your proverbial shore and the undercurrents take you simultaneously, and your trembling leaks into your moans,
âFuck! Yoongi!â
âThatâs it, babe. Fuck!âÂ
He keeps pounding into you through your high, tightening your core enough for you to snap again around him, gushing around his cock and straining the muscles in your neck. An outright groan tears from your throat, and the ceiling feels strangely close for a few seconds before you thump back down onto the bed.Â
Just like last time, Yoongi follows right after. âOh fuck, Iâmââ
âYou gonna come, tooââ
âFuck. Turn over. Lemme see this ass.âÂ
The urgency in his voice spurns you into action. Though youâve never done this before, you let your body take over, twisting yourself and lifting your butt from the mattress. The wet sound of the condom snapping off hits your ears and, before you can anticipate what this will feel like, your underwear is tugged to your thighs before hot spurts coat your skin. Quickly, a wet hand grips one of your plump cheeks, making you moan into the pillow smothering your sudden shyness.Â
âFuck,â Yoongi grits through his teeth as you hear his fingers slide along his cock. âGoddamn.âÂ
You feel like it should be awkward, or at least strange to be in this position.Â
But itâs not.Â
You donât know if itâs because youâre satiated, or if itâs because of who youâre with, but you find that you donât mind this at all. The only uncomfortable thing that you feel is a bit of draft from the open bedroom door.Â
A sweaty hand slides along the curve of your ass before patting its side, and you hear a sigh above you.
âSo perfect.âÂ
You bury your forehead further down, not knowing what to do other than wait and wonder how youâre gonna get all of his essence off of you.Â
âOne sec. Donât move.âÂ
Oh. Heâs gonna do it.Â
Itâs not long before you feel a soft towel swipe everything from your back, and the care in his movements makes you both happy and incredibly, embarrassingly shy. You would think that Yoongiâs wiping a vinyl with how tender heâs treating your damp skin. Â
As he slides a hand over you to see if he missed anything, you sigh, âThat went way too fast.â
A chuckle. âWhat, never did a quickie before?â
You have. But you never came during those. You have never come that fast in your goddamn life. âI mean, in a bedroom, though?âÂ
âHappens.âÂ
Maybe for him, you muse with a huff.Â
But with every fuck in his room comes the next step. The soft kick youâre anticipating with a heavy chest.Â
So much for an hour tops. Youâre pretty sure that only lastedâ
Yoongi playfully slaps your ass, the shock of the motion jolting you forward.Â
âOw! Rude!â
A laugh. âYou can move now.âÂ
With a huff, you force your body up and slide your feet down to the ground, teetering side to side as you make your way to the bathroom with a stretched pair of panties.
When youâre done, you fully expect Yoongi to be up to walk you out. You got what you came for, just like the last time, and you know what to expect next.Â
However, thatâs not what you see. Instead, heâs lying back on his bed in a simple tee and sweats, feet planted on the ground and eyes closed shut.Â
Shit. Do you wake him? Do you initiate the kick and find a ride again?Â
Lamenting the amount youâre spending on ride apps alone, another thought enters your post-sex mind.Â
Does he still need to eat?Â
From the phone call and getting context to his day, it seemed like Yoongi didnât get to do anything else but work. Hopefully he did sneak a meal in, but if he didnât, that canât be good.Â
You go over to him after putting on the only change of clothes you brought. Placing a palm on his shoulder, you give him a light shake. âYoongi?â
âHmm.âÂ
âYou should eat.âÂ
His brows move before he responds, voice heavy with sleep and disappointment. âShit. I didnât get food for you.âÂ
For you? Thatâs what heâs worried about right now? Your chest swells while your stomach grumbles. âDonât worry about me. I can order something. Or make something if I can use your kitchen real quick.â Â
Another breath. Another pause.
âCourse you can.âÂ
Smiling light, you gently pat him. âOkay. Get in bed, dummy.â Slowly but surely, you get him into a sitting position before making him stand, melting at the furrowed brows and second pout you get in return.Â
He looks so much younger when he does that. Itâs so out of his normal character that you canât help but be endeared. âThis is the second time Iâm tucking you in. Does this always happen?â
âMmph.â
After a small struggle, you guide him to lie down on the side of the bed you think he uses, the one closer to his bathroom. It seems to work, and he thumps down onto his pillow without any further arguments.Â
Another grateful smile carves itself into your features when you think about everything that happened tonight.Â
Yoongi was obviously so exhaustedâagainâand yetâŠÂ
Not only did he reveal things about his personal life, he made sure you knew he wasnât seeing anyone. Not only did he put up with your mountain of insecurities, he made sure you got the point by bringing you into his bed again.Â
You shake your head.Â
Even if he doesnât mind your outstanding ability to worry and overthink, you know itâs going to frustrate you until you can get it under some fucking control. Â
Itâs with a vow to do so that you start to walk away.
But before you even go, a hand catches your wrist.Â
Your eyes snap downward as you tense, wondering how Yoongi knew you were still there. Isnât he asleep?Â
âSorry.âÂ
You blink. âFor what?â
âMakingâŠâ A soft exhale. âMaking you worry.âÂ
Warmth blooms in your chest, gently searing the edges of your surrounding bones. âThatâs just me being me,â you whisper, though youâre touched that heâs even apologizing.Â
Yeah, he didnât tell you anything, but you get it now. How can he know what youâre feeling if you donât say anything? How would he really know what you want if you donât ask?
If youâre going to do this⊠whatever, with him, you canât keep having days like today. Canât keep driving yourself into the ground with conclusions when all you need to do is ask. Â
Yoongiâs voice is so, so low when he responds, âYou shouldnât ever need to.âÂ
Understanding coats your face as you tenderly take his fingers from your arm.Â
With the conversation over, you know what you have to do next. Because youâre not exclusive. Youâre not different from everyone else thatâs been in his bed. There arenât any special privileges that come with tucking him in. No overthinking about that.Â
With a big breath, you say goodbye.Â
âIâll go, okay? Iâll just make something when I get home. I know you donât like people stââ
âDonât.âÂ
Time freezes.Â
âWhat?âÂ
Slowly turning back to face him, you watch for any hint of mistake in his face. What did he say? Did he even mean to cut you off?Â
After a rise and fall of his shoulders, you feel your heart stop when the last thing Yoongi says before slumber takes him is a soft, genuine,Â
âStay.âÂ
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A/N: HELLO! thank you so much for reading and for all the support thus far. i know this chapter was so jam packed with stuff, but now you know why i had to split the weekend up into two parts lol. did i write close to 2k of this while waiting in lines at disney? yes. LOL and yeah, i know about the angst. but donât worry. 3tan5 will make up for it :) also, if youâre new to the 3tan fam, happy to have you !! itâs chaotic here but itâs a hell of a time :DÂ
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A/N 2: AHHH OK SO. hello?? the amount of times i wanted to scream about stuff in this part bc of things that kept coming up while i was finishing it sdklfjdsk like. everyone guessing the hair color? guessing what jiminâs appearance would be? yoongi freaking posting STUDIO PICS ON IG? LMAO i wanted to say so much but i had to just sit here and keep everything to myself so that it would all be a surprise. hope you all enjoyed!!Â
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