Hi ryen! I was watching josh johnson and he was talking about the trend/“prank” where guys call their friends to wish them goodnight and i wondered how 3tan yoongi and bro would react if they did it to each other lol
…oh my god. oh, my god.
You [10:12pm]: come here for a sec
Idiot🙄 [10:12pm]: ???
Your brother walks into your room ten seconds later, wondering why the hell you’d text him in the middle of the night if you weren’t in serious need of help.
“Oh,” you puff out from your cotton abode. “I just didn’t wanna get up.”
“…Wow.” As he turns to leave, you shoot up and stop him,
“Wait! Real quick, you have to do this.”
“Do what.”
He goes to where you beckon him with a grin, sitting on the edge of your bed and looking at your phone. You show him a video of a prank you’ve seen making the rounds, and he immediately laughs in recognition,
“I’ve seen this, yeah. And it’s weird! Why would you just tell me goodnight outta nowhere? The fuck?”
“Y’all are the ones that are weird! It’s just a good night!”
“Nah. That is a red flag if I've ever seen one. Wait, you want me to do it? To who?”
You have someone in mind, but you’re definitely not gonna say his name out loud. “I dunno, you have like a thousand friends. Pick one.”
After a quick laugh, your brother comes to the conclusion on his own. “Nah, wait, it’s gotta be Yoongi. Hold on.”
Excellent. You agree. Perfect scenario.
You get your phone ready to record, already knowing your brother is gonna put on the most ridiculous show known to man, cheeks straining with repressed anticipation.
What’s Yoongi gonna say? How’s he gonna react? Is he even gonna pick up?
The phone rings once.
Then it goes quiet as it’s answered.
“Sup.”
Immediately, your brother folds his lips to keep from laughing, and you have to smack your own mouth shut with a hand. Talk about stage fright. He looks downright embarrassed.
“Hello?”
When your brother’s voice comes out a little forced, you throw your head back and feel a burn down your throat from containing your laughter. “H-hey, Yoong, what’s up.”
“Just finishing things up at the studio. You good?”
"Yeah, man. About to head to bed."
There's a jingle of keys on the line, and your fingers slide up to your eyes then back down again as you watch your normally confident sibling fight to keep himself together.
"...And?"
A high-pitched squeak eeks from your mouth before both you and your brother double over in painful, joyfully painful silent laughter. This is going exactly how you imagined it would, even up to the way your sibling cannot sit anymore and has to result to pacing.
"Nah, that was.. That was it," he strains out in a higher pitch, unable to look at your tear-dotted eyes. "Just wanted to say goodnight, you know? You know how it goes."
The elongated silence on the line is enough to send you straight into your pillowcase. You damn near forget you're recording this whole disaster of a call.
"...Is this a joke?"
Oh, god. Your shoulders hurt as you puff into silk, and you raise your head enough to see your brother's teeth as he laughs,
"What? No! I can't even wish my bro goodnight?"
"No."
"Ah, come on, say it back."
"Pass."
Your cheeks are pulled so taut you don't know when they'll snap back to their regular shape.
Forget perfect, this has crossed the line into priceless. Leave it to your brother to twist his timidness to a place of control in a snap. Now the ball is in Yoongi's hands and you can't wait to see what he does with it.
"Come on, Yoongi,” he chides in a whine, “I'm about to pass out, lemme hear it."
What you expect is for Yoongi to go radio silent again. Or refuse again. The ambient noise on the line is normal, as always.
So both you and your brother are completely thrown speechless when you hear a tender, quiet,
"Good night to you, too."
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit!
Your mouth agape mirrors your brother's stunned expression, and a second passes before both of you completely and utterly lose it.
"Holy shit!"
"What the fuck, Yoong?"
Your laughter must sound so crunchy over the phone, because your laughs combined are so damn loud in response, yours even more so because seeing your older sibling reduced to jelly is making you wheeze.
On the speaker, you can just hear the laughter in Yoongi's voice. And it makes you miss him terribly,
"Of course."
"Damn it, man! You gotta warn me before doing that."
"Don't play games you can't win."
When he throws his head back in laughter, you grin and watch your phone recording him. "I'll remember that."
"Is it just you two?"
"Yeah, she made me do it," your brother blurts, to which you yell in response,
"Wow, snitch!"
Another laugh on the line puffs out, and you let your own out again. This was everything you imagined and more.
When they have their own conversation, you stop your video and keep laughing to yourself, more than satisfied that you initiated the prank. Doesn’t matter that your sibling walks out of the room with even more laughter, closing your door with a soft click.
Yoongi took that like a champ.
You hope your brother will take your dirty little secret just as well.
....
Right.
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Re-read fireworks and it has me thinking about how 3tan yoongi would act now on new years. Like they can’t kiss at midnight and I’m just picturing him dodging kisses from random chicks and Bro being like ??? Why aren’t you hooking up with any of these girls? And then yoongi and our girl have to wait till later when they’re all alone to have their new year kiss 😭😭😭
“Just.. how it’s made. And knowing he’s gone.” Yoongi shifts beside you, head lolling onto your shoulder before he gently inhales. “This feeling.”
When he doesn’t elaborate—choosing to close his eyes and sigh instead—you turn to regard his features. So soft, but with hints of melancholy lingering still.
Yoongi doesn’t have to explain, though. While words and chords slowly swirl around the room, you feel lulled into something deep. Something lost. Dark blues and jagged amber.
It’s clear why you both feel this way. So you quietly offer to change it before he hums,
“S’ok, doll.”
“You sure?”
“Run it again,” he says instead, burying his nose into you a little more. Another inhale.
And when he explains why, you rest your head on his with a panging chest,
PLS RYEN I NEED TO KNOW IF 3TAN YOONGI WOULD DRESS IN GREEN OR PINK IF ASKED BY OC TO GO WATCH WICKED WITH THEM 🥺🥺
“What are we seeing again?”
“Wicked!” You dig through your duffle, fishing out your toiletries bag while turning to face him. “That’s okay, right?”
“Yeah, I just.. what was the question?”
Chuckling, you walk to the bathroom and flip on the light, greeted by the same counter and cabinets you’ve been seeing an absurd amount lately. “Everyone’s gonna be wearing green or pink,” you explain as you head to the sink. “Which color do you want cus I’ll wear the other—”
“Black.”
“That’s not—”
“Blue.”
Groaning through a grin, you start taking out what you use to get ready, plenty of little clacks on the counter mixing with new music in the bedroom. Noticing your glow in the mirror, you lightly threaten, “Pick or I’m picking for you.”
“Do it then.”
You turn to see Yoongi in the door, leaning on the entrance. Stupidly silent and watching.
Blinking, you feel a heartbeat trip before you ask, “Do you.. Umm. Do you even have anything pink?”
“Some stuff, yeah.”
“Actually? Surprise me,” you chirp, turning back to the mirror to get ready. “We’ll both pick and see what happens.”
“K.”
So you both get ready—him not helping by getting ready beside you while shirtless—and separately grab your own clothes. You don’t look as he gets dressed in his room, and soon as you hear him leave, you dress yourself.
Laughing your ass off when you walk out and both of you have matching kicks on—Yoongi’s sporting a beautiful shade of pink, and yours with pretty dark green accents.
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stopppp i love this :((( this is for the 3tan yoongi and irl yoongi missers (at least, one of the things i have planned<;333)
"How about this one?"
Oh, you're back already. Adjusting his arm, Yoongi lifts his head to check his phone screen, wondering if you're gonna pass up this next dress too despite him liking the hell out of it.
"Is that new?"
Your smile is truly one of his favorite things.
"Yeah! Got it when I went shopping with Yuri. Well. She made me get it."
When you pout, do you know how it affects him?
Yoongi just huffs through his nose, settling into the crook of his elbow and letting the warmth of afternoon coat his shoulder. Casting a quick look out his blinds, he wishes you were here instead, coming in and out of another closet that comes to mind.
"Is it bad? Damn."
"Huh?" Shit, he never answered out loud. "Nah, that's the one."
"Oh, okay. You didn't say anything."
Still his problem. A million thoughts, with nowhere to go. "Sorry, doll. Just thinking."
You're in the middle of undressing offscreen, which is yet another thing he finds incredibly endearing. He can only see one of your elbows peek into the frame as you question,
"Work again?"
"You," he corrects, full of sleepiness and void of hesitation.
"Oh."
Eyes fully shut, Yoongi doesn't lift them again until you fetch for another opinion. Which is longer than he expects because you go fully silent for a bit.
"Okay, how's this?"
His eyes flicker open seconds before his heart skips.
Fuck.
He hasn't felt his chest beat like that in a minute.
Are words coming out this time? Or is his tongue as uncooperative as his brain? Why can't he say the simplest shit when you're just standing in front of him? Fuck, he can't even articulate anything but he just knows you're fucking beautiful.
When the hell did you steal his voice, too?
"I'll let you sleep," you whisper, and he hates how down you sound because should never have a reason to feel that way. "Just text me when you can, yeah?"
If he can't say how he feels, Yoongi goes for the second option. And he's not letting that one fail. "Come over when you're done."
"Wait, what?"
He adjusts his head again, slanting a bit higher to admire everything about you. "After your dinner."
"You need to sleep..."
Why are you so considerate when it comes to him? What did he ever do to deserve anything you're willing to give? He's thought about these things so much that they take up most of his sleepless, tired nights. "You're gonna keep me up looking like that anyway."
"But.. what about.."
"I won't take long."
"You sure?"
"No."
God. Yoongi will never, ever get over the ways you try to hide that shyness. There's no way he can stop his grin, and when you make him swear it will be quick, he also can't stop himself from teasing yet again,
"Depends on how long you last."
"Alright, bye," you deadpan, giving him sweet rejection and hitting him where it hurts so good. But you smile once more, agreeing to come over but only for a tiny, tiny bit.
now i need a hundred plushies from him 😭 he's not going anywhere 😭
“What the fuck?”
He’s laughing. You just witnessed him effortlessly grab a third plushie from a clearly rigged claw machine and he’s laughing!
“No, seriously, this is some wizard shit,” you accuse, unblinking as he bends to grab his prize before wiggling it in triumph. “How are you so good at this?”
“I’m good at everything.”
Your scoff mixes with his mirth as you spin on your heel, arms now chock full of stuffed cats and one cute little frog.
But despite not wanting to further inflate the hot air balloon that’s his ego, you’re so in awe that you can’t help but comment,
“I’ve never seen someone do that before.”
“Yeah?” Beside you, Yoongi fetches something in his pocket. “Not even your brother? I think he got something from that one once.”
“Really?”
“Oh, wait. No, that was me again.”
And the gloater of the century secures his spot.
“I’m so tired of you.”
“Wait, wait,” he huffs out. “Look real quick.”
“Huh?”
As you turn his way, you only get a split second to recognize the phone in his long fingers.
Aimed right at you.
Did he just—
Your reaction should be words, like telling him to stop, or reminding him that he shouldn’t be doing anything much less taking a picture.
But what comes out instead is a blubbering, fumbling mess, and you lunge for the phone right before he backs up, grin stretching his face in the most devilish way.
“Yoongi—!”
“Hmm?”
“What are you—”
“So cute.”
He’s still holding the phone oh god it’s a video?
“Are you recording?”
His burst of laughter gives him away, and the butterfly wings tickling your stomach make you join him, even though you’re hyper hyper hyperaware of your surroundings now.
You don’t even know where the two of you stumble to, but you’re determined to not let him get away, bright colors and lights filling the night on all sides.
Finally, you clutch his hand as you squeeze all the plushies under an arm. “Give it!”
“No!”
“Yes!” You plead through a smile as you yank it from his hand.
But when you look at the screen, you discover that the video wasn’t even being recorded. Because the red button is still sitting there untouched.
…Why are you a tad disappointed?
Yoongi’s voice comes out soft,
“I know we can’t, doll.”
And he sounds a tad disappointed, too.
Still staring at the phone, you make a decision. A quick one. A small one.
But one you make purely for him.
Switching to Photo Mode, you raise the phone up high, scrunching your face against the mini bunch of stuffed animals before capturing this moment.
And it’s not until you hand his device back to him that you realize.
Holy shit.
You really just took a selfie with Yoongi’s phone.
“Keep it,” you whisper. “Or don’t, whatever.”
He’s just staring at you, device almost limp in his hand as he stands there.
“You.. You okay?”
“Come here.”
You’re pulled in before you can question further, a chaste but full kiss planted on your lips before you’re left to your own two feet again.
“Let’s go find them,” he leads, voice low. “I think they’re almost done with the ride.”
“K,” you oblige, shyly following his sure strides and straightened back.
Smiling against a fluffy stuffed cat when you see that he’s still looking at his phone.
