#3tandrabble

You know she’s going to yell at you, but the two of you are already late enough so you may be able to walk out the door without too much trouble.

A loud “hurry up!” echoes throughout the house before you shout a reply back, and you gather the rest of your things before clacking out of your room.

But you get two steps in before realizing, “Ah, fuck. Wallet.”

Scurrying back through your doorway, your rapid search drowns out the sound of the front door opening and some conversation happening.

So when you rush into the kitchen a few seconds later, you damn near trip over your shoes.

Because three pairs of eyes lock onto you then: your brother’s, your friend’s, and another belonging to someone you didn’t prepare to speak to for weeks.

Fuck, Yoongi looks just as good as when you saw him that day. How the hell are you supposed to stay composed when all you can think about is hi—

But you can’t get too many thoughts out before your friend does exactly what you assumed she would, completely ignoring the two men in the room.

“You’re going out in that?”

“I mean…” Looking down—slightly, a little, minutely embarrassed—you question, “Why not?”

The look you get in return is full of annoyance. “That’s so boring! You look like you’re going to the store, not a club.”

“So?”

“I can’t be seen with you.”

Your brother cuts in before you can retort. “Where y’all going?”

“Club hopping,” you reply before looking back at your friend, “And hello, you’ll just look hotter next to me. So no complaining.”

A sigh precedes her answer. “Fine. And I’m mostly kidding. Can’t say what your dat—”

“And we are leaving!” you interject, turning away and not wanting to see either of the guys’ reactions. Neither of them need to know about your so-called last second pity date tonight. “Calling a ride now.”

“Coming!” Your friend’s heels make contact with tile before you hear a lighthearted, “Bye, boys.”

You don’t hear Yoongi, but your brother is quick with the telltale, “She gets back in one piece, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah! You know me.”

“Good.”

And you think you get out of the situation unfazed, still keeping your secret with Yoongi well under wraps.

Until you’re in the car with your distracted friend, getting text messages that have your body lighting up like wildfire.

Yoongi [10:02pm]: Dw about your date

Yoongi [10:03pm]: If it were up to me, I’d be doing anything to get you alone.

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“Tae, is it Jimin?” 

Dom turns just in time to see you slap a hand over Yuri’s face, shaking her head at the loudmouth. Yuri gets her credit where it’s due, though. That girl will do anything to get to the bottom of something.

But what is Taehyung doing here? Honestly, this is more shocking than you hiding someone. 

Unless you invited him. Which is fair: you being here alone would definitely be strange since your brother is out of town.

Tae tilts his head when he arrives in front of everyone’s shoes. “What’d you say?”

Reia responds instead, “Is Jimin the one she’s seeing?”

Dom folds her lips to keep from laughing. Because the look on that man’s face is enough of an answer. 

It’s enough to almost break her, so she looks away instead. At you. 

Very, very intently watching something on the court. 

What are you...

Yoongi just passed to Jimin, and he made a shot. Maybe you are seeing Jimin? And Tae’s trying too hard to make it not seem that way?

Dom knows it isn’t Yoongi you’re seeing.

Because if it is, y’all are gonna talk.

But your voice saves Taehyung from blurting out whatever sass is coming, “How about we not talk about this?”

“But I wanna know,” Yuri says in her go-to pleading voice, which can escalate quick if she isn’t stopped, “We saw him pretty cozy with you just now.”

Alright, time to step in.

“Y’all, she said drop it. She’ll tell us when she’s ready.” 

“Dominique! You’re no fun.”

“So? I wouldn’t wanna be grilled like this.” 

It’s true. They’re going a little too hard for people saying they were happy for you seeing someone. 

When she sees you wordlessly thank her, the acknowledgement is just as silent. And the conversation quickly switches to another topic: Yuri’s man-that’s-not-really-her-man, as she calls it. 

Dom calls it bullshit, but that’s their business. They really should just date if both of them can’t seem to stop.

You’re watching the game really carefully again. What the hell?

When Dom follows your vision this time, what she sees on the other end makes her chest cave. 

Yoongi’s staring back at you.

Goddamn it, girl. 

Not him.

Quietly shaking her head, Dom thinks about what the hell to do. On one hand, you seem pretty damn fine. Happy, even. 

But on the other hand, whatever the fuck he did to Amari is something she still hasn’t forgotten. Or forgiven. 

She has to let you know. At least warn you if this is something serious. No way in hell is he gonna do the same thing to you.

“What are you doing here, Tae?”

Dom’s thoughts blink away as she also concentrates on Taehyung’s answer. 

He only shrugs. “I didn’t have any plans.”

Huh? Isn’t he the one that always has plans?

Then Reia asks you what you’re doing here, and Dom has to check her nails to keep her mouth shut. Fuck, you’re even looking at him while you’re lying! Girl! 

Dom quickly scans the court—ignoring the blatant staring from Yoongi while he wipes sweat during Yuri’s man’s freethrows—for a distraction. Damn, he really is fine as hell, but it doesn’t take away from his choices. 

Deciding how to save your ass again, she suddenly intervenes, “Yuri.” 

“Huh?”

“Look at your man at the line. Is he a fucking teapot?”

Everyone bursts into laughter—distracting the rest of the mostly quiet bleachers during the second freethrow—while Yuri’s jaw drops.

“Hey, now wait a second—”

“He reminds me more of a noodle.”

“I was thinking noodle, too!” 

“Y’all!” 

“Yuri, pick: are you team teapot or team noodle?”

“I’m leaving!” 

It seems to work like a charm yet again. Truly, you should be paying her at this point, but it’s all good. 

For the rest of the game, Dom keeps glancing your way.

And with every look, the absolute adoration in your eyes is both heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time.

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Yoongi figured you were going to say something. Every time he spotted you around the cul de sac after the first countdown, he could tell something was off. Whether that was because of his kiss, or something else, he couldn't take seeing you that way after witnessing you smile the way you did.

“I dunno,” is how he responds, walking over to the railing and wanting to tell you how it went down. Why he wants to do so, he doesn't want to think about too hard. “She damn near ripped my tongue out.”

Your response is immediate and free of any hard feelings. “I don’t blame her. Yours is annoying.”

“Wow.”

He sees a glass being held out for him to toast, and he looks at you before you yell,

“Here’s to a happy fuck last year!”

What did you just say?

“Oh, fuck. I meant—I meant the whole year, not like… Umm.”

Oh. Wow. You really don't know how endearing you are. Yoongi can only laugh before politely toasting. “Happy fuck last year.”

As he takes his swig, he covertly catches you turning to watch the fireworks going off around the blocks, eyes instantly as bright as every single one of them.

Fireworks were never Yoongi's thing. Not just because they're dangerous and sound like something else that can seriously injure people, but they're also way too loud for his tastes.

But up here, far away from the action but still able to watch all the light shows, he's found that they're nice to watch from a distance.

A small sound of excitement pops beside him, drawing his eyes to your completely awestruck form a few feet away.

Do you even know how you look right now? Do you even know he's there anymore? To him, you look lost in your own little world, and he can't help but want to keep you there forever.

“It’s so weird how you can love something you’re afraid of.”

Stilling, Yoongi blinks before turning back to watch the rooftops.

Is he supposed to say something? What does he even say to that? Why does he feel something in his chest?

There's one thing he can default to, though, and his friend is to thank for that. The two of you really are similar. “Geez, you talk just like your brother.”

Your voice is soft when you respond, but still as crisp as the cold night air, “I mean, I dunno. I just think it’s interesting. I love fireworks, but apparently I am terrified of them.”

Yoongi instinctively drinks from his bottle again, wondering what to say as he places it on the railing in front of him. He can relate to your sentiments at surface level, but there's something else in your words that has him contemplative, too. Something he's been thinking about for awhile and hasn't exactly acknowledged.

He thinks he'll give away more than what he's asking, but he says fuck it and does so anyways.

“So you like the idea of them but not the real thing?”

And luckily for him, you don't catch on. Good.

“I guess so. Weird, right?”

No. It's not weird at all. But he wants to choose his words carefully as he stares at the sparkling sky in front of him.

He's glad that he decided to come up here for some peace and quiet after getting jumped multiple times for New Years kisses. No matter how much fun he seemingly had tonight, being up here - with you - will be what he remembers the most.

“Who cares if it’s weird,” he finally responds. “If you love it, that’s just facts.”

You don't respond to him after that, but the people shouting about the next countdown don't allow much more conversation anyway.

“I should go," you say, the sad lilt to your voice not getting past him.

But, dutifully, he lets you. “Yeah.”

“Have a good new year, Yoongi. See you around.”

Well, the moment was nice while it lasted. Besides, he can't have you all to himself for that long. Not at all, in fact. Stuffing cold hands into his jacket, he turns to watch you leave. “Same. See ya.”

After you slide the door shut, Yoongi turns back to the pops of color steady lighting up the neighborhood. 

But, somehow, it’s not as nice to watch anymore. 

It can’t be that simple, can it? It felt perfect when you were standing there, and now it doesn’t? What the hell does that even mean? 

His eyes flicker to where you were before, like doing do would bring you back again so he could have you to himself for a whole lot longer. 

Goddamn it. 

He shouldn’t be having these feelings, especially for you. How were you able to get under his skin so easily? Are these feelings even gonna last? They are outright terrifying—

Terrifying.

Swiping your glass that you left on the railing, Yoongi makes his way to the door that he knows you haven’t left yet. Because of course you haven’t. Your attraction to him is blatantly obvious to him, and the fact that you proved a bit put out by his kiss only served to prove his thoughts. 

When you see him behind the sliding door, he simply watches you, telling himself not to do exactly what the fuck he’s thinking about doing. 

But as he slides it open, Yoongi does it with purpose, his urge to make you happy trumping the logical side of his brain.

“I left my d—”

“Fireworks scare the shit outta me, too.”

And it’s the truth. 

As he finally kisses someone of his own volition that night, he hopes to any higher power that you don’t get what he really means. 

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“What the fuck?”

“Damn, the bottle loves you.”

“Bet he won’t choose—”

“Fuck it. Dare.”

All around Yoongi’s folded arms are sounds of disbelief, and even you shoot him a small, confused smile over your cup. At least he gets to see that look on you. 

“Well shit, I didn’t think we’d get this far.”

“I know. What do we even say?” 

“It has to be good.” 

“I got it. Kiss the hottest girl here.”

Yoongi cocks a brow at his friend, knowing damn well he’s gone from the look in his eye. “Here? In the house?”

He just earns a laugh. “No, idiot. At the table.”

Some people snicker while Yoongi quells his need to groan. Why the hell did he even pick dare? What did he think was gonna happen? Dumbass. “Of all the things you could’ve said, that’s what you go with?” 

Jimin doesn’t let him live for a second. Mischief spreading his lips, the man correctly accuses through laughter, “He’s stalling!” 

“He is!” 

“I thought this would’ve been easy.” 

Across the table, he can see you gulping down your liquor with purpose before settling back into your lawn chair. 

And as much as he wants to destroy you with picking you out of the circle, he knows that’s not an option. 

He hears his name slide out of someone next to him, elongated and as flirty as anyone’s that had come up to him that night before this game started. “I dunno why you’re stalling,” she teases, tapping her cheek with a finger. “I can take a hint.” 

Yoongi has to admit that she’s hot, so he plays along. “A hint, huh?” 

“What, you wanna gimme more than that?” 

“Nope. Nice try, though.” 

As soon as she visibly pouts, Yoongi can feel rather than see the way you hide your laugh across the table - the exact reaction he wanted. But he’s gotta stay low, so he swoops in to kiss the girl on the cheek anyway. 

Immediately, Yoongi sees you butt in, aiming annoyance at your brother, “Wow, really?”

“What? He chose truth. You got a better question?”

“I...” You fold your lips, darting your eyes over to him across the fold-out table with an empty bottle lying in the middle. “No.”

Yoongi levers his gaze on you when his friend continues, 

“Didn’t think so. You can also leave, you know.”

One of the girls at the table cuts the banter short, most likely curious if it was her, “Shut up! Yoongi, go.”

He’ll let her down easy. Because it definitely wasn’t. 

“Hmm.” Playing with a string of his hoodie, he exhales while putting on his best impression of someone going through multiple options.

To be fair, it’s not like he doesn’t have several to think about. He’s not proud of how much he’s gotten around, but he isn’t entirely regretful about it, either. It’s just that they all started to feel the same way, or the hookups just didn’t have that same thrill anymore. Everyone just wants to prove something to him. 

He gets that. It’s just... Repetitive. 

Which makes that day with you special. He was the one proving something to you. And, if he says so himself, he thinks he did his job. 

Not that there’s any fucking way he’s gonna mention that here. 

“Why do we even play when Yoongi’s here?” 

“He takes this long on purpose.” 

Well. Maybe he can, in a way. It’s not like he cares about this dumbass game anyways. Seeing you fidget across the table in this dingy, humid garage, he thinks making you squirm would be so much more entertaining. 

Pulling both strings of his hoodie, Yoongi starts out with a broad response, “Happened last year.” 

He absolutely cannot react to your reaction. As people around the table boo him for being so vague and telling him to fess up, he grins. “Lemme think. Pretty sure it happened over the summer.” 

“Still vague, what the fuck.” 

“I’m done with him.” 

Yoongi catches sight of your hands tightening around your solo, and he wants see the expression on your face. But he’ll stay smart, looking at the ceiling rubbing a finger on his lips. “She gave really good head,” he reminisces through a smirk.

“Who?”

“Why you being so secretive?”

“Hold on, I know exactly who this is.”

Everyone’s eyes at the table—including his and yours—snap to the observer, unblinking as he leans back on his chair and stretches out his leather jacket.

“Who is it, Jimin?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi tacked on, incredibly curious, “Who?”

Smug, his friend tilts his head. “You think I forgot about that girl at the diner? The one that gave you her number?”

Oh, shit. Frankly, that time was pretty damn solid.

But it happened a few weeks before you showed up. And he completely forgot about that.

Knowing when to tap out, Yoongi lets Jimin gloat and hangs his head with a look of mock defeat. “Took you long enough. Thought I was being obvious.”

Jimin laughs as he always does, and everyone reacts around the table as satisfied tipsy people do.

While someone goes to spin the bottle again, Yoongi uses this brief moment to finally look your way. Because he knows how you must feel right now. Page by page, he knows it all.

So when your slightly cracked expression meets his eyes, he shoots you a wink.

It’s a fenced area across from the local recreational center, and he reminisces on the times he would walk with Jimin from one to the other, backpacks slung over their shoulders and caps on backwards. 

As he unlocks the metal partition to step onto concrete, he sees that Jimin’s basketball demeanor hasn’t changed since then - serious but still leaving room to get under peoples’ skin with a smile or two. A menace, really. It’s sure to get him decked one day. 

But when Taehyung turns to head to the bleachers, he sees a sight that’s much more interesting than his friend’s mischievous tactics. 

You. Yoongi. Both looking like you shared an inside joke you’ve had for years. 

That’s new. 

He watches as Yoongi aims a wide grin to the court, knowing that absolutely nothing happened in the game to make him react that way. And while his expression can be chalked up to his regular behavior, yours is much more intriguing, your face lighting up incredibly bright above your companion’s head. 

Then, in almost slow motion, your features go from perked up to pensive. 

Adorable. 

“Hey!” he calls out as he’s almost to the metal steps. Both of you turn to face him pretty fast, which he finds cute, too. 

Yoongi slowly sits up from his laid back position, instead leaning on his palms. 

Taehyung’s surprised he was sitting like that in the first place. But, judging from what you’re wearing and the way you stand out because of it, he quickly assumes it’s got something to do with that. 

How did your brother not send you off? Why is Yoongi playing cockblocker? He looks entirely lost in thought now.

Meanwhile, your voice is chipper. “Hey, Tae! Took you awhile.” 

The hell? Of course it took him awhile? He expected to just meet you at the theatre, so he figured he would be able to get a good nap in. But no. Of course not. Someone just had to be trouble and shift everyone’s plans.

Hmm.

“I’m sorry. I was told to make a detour before even getting up! What’s up, Yoong.” 

You groan before launching into blame deferring, to which Yoongi quickly excuses himself. But when you fire back a quick insult, he reacts immediately by turning around.

Taehyung can’t see Yoongi’s face, but he can see yours. And from the looks of things, something is definitely up between the both of you.

Those eyes tell him enough.

“Well, if you’re ready, we can go.” 

You respond way too quick for someone that was just flirting, but whatever. It’s best to not be this damn obvious when your brother is right over there. Granted, he’s focused on the game and being a little rough, but there’s still a chance of him looking over.

“Bye, Yoongi.”

“See ya.”

It’s brief, but Taehyung catches it anyway. Because he always does.

Yoongi just devoured you with his eyes.

In public. 

With him within running distance.

Fuck, you’re both in deep. Whatever’s going on is nothing small, and for you to be so obvious about your own actions shows where your mental is. You always overthink things through, so why are you being so clueless right now?

After all this time, you’re so cute.

Taehyung hums without you knowing. This may get interesting real fast if the both of you aren’t careful. 

When you wave to your brother and Jimin during a small break in the game, he waves alongside you before flipping the latter off. The shit grin he gets in return only makes him shake his head.

It had to be because of you. There’s no way Jimin would’ve told you to make him come get you if you were in anything casual or modest. After all, almost all the eyes on the court that aren’t focused on the ball are on you. 

Damn the both of you for ruining his rest time.

But a few seconds later, when he follows your gaze to the bleachers, he forgives you. Because he finds himself highly entertained before even getting to the theatre. 

After all, he hasn’t seen that expression on Yoongi’s face in a long, long time.

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Laughs erupt when his group barges into the garage door that leads to his house's kitchen, and he's one of the last ones through. It's nice to have all of his guys together on a night like this - a night they don't have to worry about anything other than bringing in the new year.

Oh, shit. Why are you in the kitchen? Alone?

Are you avoiding the fireworks like he’s pretending not to?

While his friends are saying hi to you and giving polite hugs, he watches your face and tries not to check you out too much in your outfit. But when it's his turn, he can't help his tipsy body from doing just that.

“Sup.”

“Hey." He likes how you lean into him. “Long time, no see.”

“No kidding.”

As his friends start their usual chaos, Yoongi keeps his hand on the counter behind you, wondering if you'll even notice.

“Gimme some. Hurry the fuck up!”

“Hold on, shit!”

“Y’all slow as hell.”

“Get yourself some then? The fuck?”

Speaking of alcohol, he could use more. Being this close to you is doing things to his brain that he can't need or want. So he reaches behind you to grab an empty cup.

“Damn, I need a hit.”

“Same.”

“Bet. Yoong, we’re heading out back.”

In a fleeting moment, Yoongi makes a decision based purely off of his own selfishness. “K. Be out in a sec.”

When his friends head out back, he watches with amusement as you keep your eyes on them instead of him. He doesn’t know why he decided to linger behind, but at least he gets to see you try to not be embarrassed, and that’s always fun for him. 

Tilting his cup to your side, he waits for you to finally notice him. 

“Lemme have some of that,” he says when you turn. 

“Sure.” 

Yoongi watches as you silently pour his drink, and then continue to be silent as you lean on the counter beside him. For someone as demanding as you, it’s interesting to see you so quiet. 

So he takes a drink, prolonging the awkwardness you’re probably harboring inside that cute head of yours. 

“How’s life?”

There it is. 

Yoongi can’t help but laugh. “Life’s good. You?”

An adorable sound leaves your mouth before you respond, timid, “Life’s… good. Nothing too bad.”

“That’s all we need, right?”

“I’ll say.” You take a drink before asking the last thing he expects to come out of this conversation, “How’s the music thing?”

Shocked and wondering how the hell you know about that part of his life, he feels himself tensing as he mutters, “What?”

“I saw equipment on your desk.”

“When did y—oh.” He can’t help but scan the room, hoping no one that knows the both of you overheard. It wouldn’t fare good for either of you if someone knew you were at his place at some point. He hasn’t hosted a party in a minute, which would be the only explanation for you to be there. Lost in thoughts and minor worries, he just offers a quick, “It’s going.”

“Riveting. Don’t forget me when you’re famous and doing hour-long interviews because you can’t shut up.”

Well, that was also unexpected. He loves your wit but hates you for tugging a sudden laugh out of his mouth. “Ass.”

“Someone’s gotta take you down a couple pegs.” 

“And you think it’s gotta be you, huh?” 

“Of course. Little sister syndrome.” 

Yoongi shakes his head with a mix of disgust and amusement. “Don’t ever say that around me again.” 

“Oh, you’re right, huh.” Your laugh is nice to his ears, even nicer when it comes out as a giggle. “Eww.” 

“So childish.” 

“Little sis--”

He goes to clamp a hand over your mouth, but you move away from him while beaming, your cup almost spilling the champagne inside. 

As much as he wants to stay, Yoongi knows he’s already been here with you long enough. Besides, he can already see one of the girls from earlier tonight making a beeline for him. He knows exactly what’s going to happen next. 

So he sighs. “Well, I gotta go.” 

In a last second attempt to talk to you one last time, he decides to tell you about that spot he found a few years back. The one where he goes to enjoy the fireworks when he can finally get away. “But, hey. If you’re looking for a nice spot for fireworks, go upstairs. This house has a sweet balcony view of the whole neighborhood.”

Your face flashes with curiosity immediately. “Really?”

“Mm.”

You nod. “Thank you. I’ll check it out.”

Yoongi smiles before his arm is predictably pulled and a triumphant, slurred “I found him!” assaults his ear. He laughs at how terribly predictable these things are now. 

And when he swings his head back to say bye to you, you’re already turned around.

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