lamb skewers
ft. yoongi x y/n | fluff | drabble | 1156 words
a/n: i just really like writing for yoongi, so here’s some cute oc and flustered yoongi for your enjoyment! i’m still getting into the groove of writing, so please lmk how i can improve!!! au wise, med student y/n, idol yoongi, and a very hungry writer aka me lmao. oh! also un-edited!
“I want to kiss your neck.”
Yoongi almost cuts his finger while slicing the sandwich in half. “WHAT?”
“I want to kiss your neck,” you simply repeat.
“Y/N? Wh-what are you saying?”
“I want to-“
He spins when he hears fingers snap.
“T-Taehyung? What did you do?” Yoongi is awfully too confused and flustered to even yell at the younger’s antics, who just shrugs.
“Y/N said I could try this hypnotizing thing I saw on YouTube and- ow! Hyung!” Taehyung ducks at the flying object. “Stop throwing your shoe at me! Hey! Noona! Help me! Noo-“
“Yoongs,” you mumble through your sandwich aka the famous leftover lamb sandwich he always makes for you when he ordered too many skewers at the restaurant the night before. “Stop hitting, Taehyung!” you shout without much concern as you chew the deliciously seasoned lamb.
Yoongi turns towards you, prepared to defend his case until he sees the dazed grin you always have during a good meal. Sure, he ordered four extra skewers for you when he went to his and Jungkook’s favorite restaurant, but he refuses to let you know since you’ll get into the same argument of paying him back.
It’s always the same sparkly eye, kissable pout, and fluttering lashes that makes him crumble under your gentle threat of “If you don’t let me pay you back, I’m going to-“
“What? What are you going to do, Y/N?” he deadpans, because you never thought that far out.
“I didn’t get that far in this argument in my head” you cutely shift from one hip to another. “But let me pay you for it! It’s not fair that you always get me stuff and I just mooch off of you,” you continue with a sad tone.
Yoongi resists the urge to rolls his eyes, because he knows where this is going. Instead, he bites his lip from shouting (happy) expletives when he sees you playing with his hoodie’s sleeve. It was such an endearing habit that he almost considered letting you repay him.
However, whether it was bringing him (questionable) hospital cafeteria food or an (melted) iced americano or trying his new wine bottle (which you always claimed as gross), you’ve already repaid him by simply being in his life.
But he’s not going to tell you that (yet), so he pinches your cheek, which you glare at him for. “Hey,” he begins softly. “Stop it with the whole money thing. Once you graduate medical school, you’ll-“
You cut him off with “and residency and fellowship.”
He rolls his eyes but inside, his heart swells with pride at his ambitious, beautiful, and so cute of a girlfr- crush. “Okay. So after all of that, you can pay me back,” he grins.
You stand still in front of him until a light goes off in your brain. You run towards your bag on the couch and grab your phone.
“What are you doing, Y/N?” Yoongi asks confusedly.
“I’m keeping a running tab of whatever I owe you! Here! look!” you proudly show him your phone, which he almost chucks at the wall, because is this what you’ve been doing this whole time? There’s even a note to pay him back for two double chocolate chip cookies from over a year ago...when he first met you.
Not one to hold his tongue, Yoongi almost snaps at you, but he knows better. You’ve shown him how taking a deep breath when frustrated truly clears the mind, so he’s putting it into practice. Plus, if he did yell at you, you’d be really sad and even more apologetic and just too too much for his heart. So he opts for whispering instead. “Is this what you’ve been doing this whole time?”
Oblivious to his frustration and disappointment, you smile happily. “Yeah! So when I become the best pediatric surgeon in the country, I can pay you back for everything. I mean, you’ll still be making more money than me because BTS is so popular and your royalties are seriously no joke but I hope to show you an ounce of my gratitude and-“
And you keep sharing your hopes and dreams that somehow still include him.
“I mean, it’ll take a very long time, but by then, I can take everyone on a small trip! Maybe to a zoo since a getaway trip requires flying, which is super expensive, or we can drive!” you suddenly realize and turn to him with a giggle. “Namjoon isn’t allowed to though and Jungkook too. He always gets on the curb-“
And your hopes and dreams are still so kind and selfless and so freaking you.
So he just lets you go on and on while he secretly deletes your (stupid) list, which you beat him senseless for the next time you see him because how dare he?! But jokes on him since you religiously back up your phone.
“What even happened? Yoongi? Yoooooongs,” you tap his nose to snap him out of his reverie.
“N-nothing,” his heart flutters at how close you are to him. Three years into this one sided love and he still falters at your every touch.
You scrunch your face before pushing the sandwich towards him. “You’ve gotten thin. Here, take a bite,” which Yoongi shakes his head. “Please,” you mutter and he immediately relents. “Oh! Taehyung! The other half of this sandwich is for you! Please eat it!” you shove the sandwich further into Yoongi’s mouth when he protests, because that sandwich is only for you.
Luckily Taehyung knows this and he simply laughs at the scene before him. You standing so close to Yoongi making him eat and him showing the reddest face the younger man has ever seen in his life. “No thanks, noona. I just dropped by to see how you are doing! I also wanted to tell hyung about a hypnotism trick I learned that apparently makes a people share what they want from the person in front of them. Something silly, but sounds interesting.”
Your eyes widen the same time as Yoongi’s, “Whoa, that’s so cool! Can we try it, ple-”
“No” Yoongi interjects and you pinch his side. “Sorry for cutting you off,” he whispers into your hair before facing the troublemaker. “Not until you do it to Jimin first,” Yoongi lamely reasons.
Taehyung feigns disappointment as he leaves the kitchen. “Fine. Until then. Have a good night!” he waves the two lovers goodbye.
You immediately turn to Yoongi with a worried lip. “Hey, you’re really warm. What’s got you all stressed?” you feel his forehead and neck, which you mentioned (while hypnotized) you wanted to kiss and he’s gotta go before he loses it, before he wraps his arms around you and kiss every inch of-
“I-I gotta go,” Yoongi almost shouts as he jumps from your touch.
“B-but we were supposed to watch a movie together,” you frown to yourself once he’s down the hallway. “Did I do something wrong?” you ask yourself while you walk towards his room.
