Author’s Note: This was my first attempt at a “smut” type of writing. Not gonna lie, I felt like I was violating Yoongi the entire time I was writing this. I feel like a different person now. XOXO Reggie
Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst
Warning: Honestly nothing, it’s pretty soft.
Dear (Y/N), I’m going to be late again tonight. I know I said I’d be home normal time but I really need to finish up this song -Yoongi
You stared at the little sticky note on the fridge sighing as you opened it. This was the usual morning for you: waking up next to his empty side of the bed, pulling on one of his old worn out sweatshirts, and trudging into the kitchen to find one of his stupid notes on the fridge. Yoongi was almost never home. You’ll admit you felt lonely at times, but that subsided the second he walked through the door, only to leave you the next morning. Whenever he came home late, he was too tired to hang out and it usually just lead to the two of you going to bed. But on the occasion when he’d come home at a decent hour, he’d suck it up and stay awake to be with you.
As you grazed the fridge for something to eat, you noticed yet another fucking sticky note on the milk jug smudged with Yoongi’s handwriting.
Pidge, pick up milk later…
Something about that last note made you snap. If he really wanted you to get things for the apartment, the least he could do was text you. Is picking up his goddamn phone and texting you every once in a while so hard? you thought to yourself.
You tore the note off the jug and ripped in up into little bits, tossing them into the sink figuring you’d just carry out your day like usual, but this time you would be the one staying out late. You tore a sticky note off the pad and left one for Yoongi.
You and Wendy had been blasting music and dancing around the living room of her apartment singing songs and drinking to your hearts’ content, when finally the two of you wore out and crashed onto the couch. It had been a while since you’ve had a girls night with your best friend.
Actually...it’d a while since you’ve been out in general.
Wendy plopped back onto the couch after getting you both another glass of wine.
“So spill. Why did you suddenly decide to come over?” Wendy was far from sober, but Christ she could hold her alcohol. She leaned into your face and stared at you until you suddenly burst into tears.
“Oh, oh my god. I was just playing around. Don’t cry, Jesus babe,” she said putting her glass down on the coffee table and pulling you into a hug. You sobbed into her shoulder as she listened to your problems.
“Yoongi’s so stupid!” you screamed into her shirt. She let out a small laugh while brushing your hair through her fingers.
“Well yeah, of course he is. He’s Yoongi.” You gathered yourself a little. Embarrassed from your crying, you straightened out and wiped your eyes, trying to control the wavering of your voice. “(Y/N), tell me what’s really the matter. I know you’re not upset just because he’s being dumb.”
You let it all out to Wendy. The late nights waiting for him to come home, how lonely you felt, and how he didn’t seem to be all that interested in you anymore. You told her about the post it notes he would leave and she snuffed her nose at that, shaking her head.
“You know what, (Y/N)? You need to tell him that it bothers you and if you both care about each other, it will work out.” You loved Wendy for that. For the sole reason that you could come to her with anything and she wouldn’t laugh nor judge you, no matter how petty the issue. You also loved how she never made it out to be either of your individual faults. She always made it seem like you and Yoongi needed to work it out together.
And maybe it was the alcohol acting out, but you kissed Wendy on the cheek and stood up asking her to call you a cab. When the cab driver let you out in front of your apartment complex, you checked your phone for the time. 3:03 am, it read. You also noticed that you had four missed calls from Yoongi. Dismissing them, you walked up the stairs to your door.
Earlier, when Yoongi got home, he half expected you to be up waiting for him like you usually do. To be honest, he was a little disappointed when he found that you weren’t sitting cross legged on the couch, eyes transfixed on the TV screen. He loved seeing you crane your neck around to smile at him with your big round eyes.
When he didn’t find you in the bedroom he started to worry. He checked the bathroom, searched the apartment, and even asked the neighbors if they had seen you go out.
“(Y/N), call me back,” he demanded, leaving a voicemail. After about 20 minutes of you not answering, he called you again and again and again.
“(Y/N), please, call me back. I’m really worried about you and I’m starting to think something bad happened and I really need to know where you are. I SWEAR (Y/N), YOU BETTER NOT BE FUCKING AROUND WITH ME. I-I-YOU BETTER COME HOME SOO-” His words were cut off with sobs and he hung up the phone.
Yoongi slugged onto the couch with his face in his hands trying to calm himself down. He knew you wouldn’t leave him, but he couldn’t help but feel he had something to do with this.
As you listened to the last message, tears began to fall from your eyes. You opened the door slowly and stepped into the living room. Yoongi was sitting cross legged on the couch with his eyes glued to the ripped up sticky note from the sink. When he heard you walk in, he didn’t even twitch.
“For fuck’s sake, you’re home late,” was all he said. He was taking his frustration out on you, but when he finally turned around, he was met with a puffy eyed mess. He stared at you, your sobs getting worse as his gaze carried out. When he noticed how upset you were, he stood up and made his way over to you.
“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” He looked down at your shaking hands as they reached out to tug on his shirt.
“You’re so dumb, Yoongi,” was all you could manage to muffle out. He sighed and pulled you in closer, resting his hand on the back of your neck as you cried into his chest. He scooped you up and brought you to the couch before pulling you on his lap, still crying into his warm body. He let you cry it all out and when you finally stopped, he pulled your head up to look at him, cupping your face in his hands.
“Pidge, please tell me what’s wrong.” The fact that he didn’t know made it even worse. You started to cry again, yelling at him through watery eyes.
“YOU ARE WHAT’S WRONG, YOONGI! YOU’RE NEVER HOME AND WHEN YOU ARE, YOU DON’T EVEN PAY ATTENTION TO ME. IT’S LIKE I HAVE TO FORCE YOU TO SPEND TIME WITH ME AND I’M SO SICK OF THOSE FUCKING STICKY NOTES!” You ripped away from him, but before you could turn away he grabbed your arm and pulled you back.
“Pidge, you didn’t even tell me where you were, how do you think that fucking felt to not know when or if my girlfriend was coming back home?!” Suddenly, he sat back down realizing the irony and idiocy in his words.
“Yoongi, I know how it feels you fucking idiot,” you said, sitting down next to him. “I left you a sticky note though.”
He sighed. Reaching into his pocket pulling out the sticky note you had left for him on the nearly empty milk jug. He stared down at it and laughed through his nose.
“This sticky note?” You looked down at the note you left him earlier, his hands were shaking and you noticed tear stains on the pink paper.
Yoongi, I’m going out..pick up milk yourself-(Y/N). You cringed at how harsh your words seemed. You reached over and held his finger in your hand. You always held onto his index finger when you were sad, sometimes instead of holding hands you just held his finger as the two of you walked along side each other.
“I’m sor-” you managed to whisper before he cut you off.
“Pidge, I’m sorry, I just...I don’t know how to deal with things like this and I know I sounded like a dick earlier and I’m sorry. I know you hate it when I stay at the studio late, and I know those fucking sticky notes are annoying, but they’re the only way I can stand telling you. I can’t bring myself to tell you in person because seeing your expression like that breaks my heart. And I don’t want you to ever think that I don’t like spending time with you. All I think about is spending time with you, even when I’m at work. I always think about how I’d rather be at home cuddling with you on the couch or going out on those coffee dates you always wanna go on. I mean I’m not gonna lie, I kinda like watching your sappy anime movies. I just, I love you and I don’t want you to think otherwise.”
Yoongi pulled his knees into his chest and twiddled his thumbs together.
"I love you too. And I'm sorry I didn't answer your calls," you said unwrapping his arms from his knees and pulling him into a hug. You both smiled at each other before leaning into a kiss. You rested your hands against his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you in even closer.
"Hmm?" you mumbled into his mouth.
"I took the next four days off for you." You smiled into the kiss and wrapped your legs around him so that you were now straddling him on the couch. The kiss grew heated as his hands dipped in and out of your shirt, but always circled back to your waist. You slipped your tongue into it and he bit down on your bottom lip leaning in ever so slightly.
"Yoongi?" you whispered as you pulled away.
"Yeah Pidge?" You started to cry again, letting the tears fall onto his thumbs. He swiped them away from under your eyes.
"I'm sorry I was such a bitch today. I just get so lonely sometimes and I can't help but miss you and I...I just really fucking love you."
“Shh, (Y/N), don’t cry. It’s okay, you’re okay. I love you too, you need to know that.”
Yoongi kissed your forehead, and pulled you into a hug. You snaked your hands around his neck and pulled his forehead against your own kissing him on the nose.
“Boop,” you whispered, a smile curling on your face. Yoongi loved it when you did that. He’d never tell you, but it secretly turned him on how innocently you would say it.
“That’s such a stupid word, why do I love it?” he said pulling you in for another kiss. Only this time it wasn’t just a kiss. Once again his hands traveled up and down you sides, and with his fingers he unhooked your bra, cupping your breast in his large hand. Your breath hitched into his mouth and he could smell the alcohol on you.
“Pidge? Have you been drinking?” Not wanting to stop you kept kissing him, making your way down to leave sloppy kisses on his neck.
“Yeah, with Wendy. But don’t worry, it was a while ago.” You were fine. Even though you had had a lot when you were with her, it was hours ago now, and the argument had more or less gotten the alcohol out of you system somehow.
Yoongi nodded, letting you continue. You could tell he was being cautious, he always did this when you had been drinking. He was always worried if he would be taking advantage of you, but the truth was he had been drinking too. He couldn’t cope with the fact that you might not have been coming home.
You sucked his neck leaving small love bites on the surface of his skin. That always drove him crazy and he threw his head back granting you more access to his neck. You pulled back admiring the freshly bruised skin, tracing the uneven circles with your fingertips. Yoongi latched onto your collar bones digging his fingers into your hips earning a small moan from your lips.
“Fuck,” he whispered as you began to palm him through his jeans, feeling them tighten. He grabbed you and flung your body over his shoulder carrying you to the bedroom. You giggled and slapped his ass as he walked over, throwing you onto the soft white bed sheets.
“Fuck baby, I missed you so much,” he said as he crawled on top of you, slowly lifting your sweat shirt over your head and tossing it beside the night stand. Yoongi latched his lips onto your breasts. Now it was his turn to mark you. You tussled his hair through your fingers and pulled his face up to yours.
“I know, (Y/N). I love you too, but fuck I want you so bad.” You could feel him hardening against your thigh so you reached down to unbutton his pants, stroking him underneath his underwear.
Yoongi began kissing you again leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down your body. He reached your waist nipping at your hips almost as if he were asking permission. You lifted up and he pulled down your leggings revealing a pair of red lace panties. He groaned placing soft kisses against your hip bones. Gently he pulled down the thong looking up to wink at you.
“Stop fucking teasing me,” you whined. He smirked down at you as he stood up to pull off his jeans kicking them to the side of the room.
“Those too” you said pointing to his boxers. He turned to laugh at you, pulling them down.
“Okay okay, relax. I’m gettin’ there.”
Yoongi positioned himself on top of you and laced his fingers through yours as he entered you.
“Fuck,” you moaned out, feeling him push himself all the way inside. He peppered kisses all over your face and lips as he slowly fucked you. He picked up his pace when he noticed how needy you were becoming, all the while still holding your hands.
“Fuck Pidge, I’m close.” You were already coming close to your high when he reached down to rub his thumb over your clit. Setting you over the edge,you started to buck your hips into him as he slammed into you. As you reached your high you clenched around him and he reached up to hold your face in his hands bringing your foreheads together as he finished inside you.
You laid in Yoongi’s arms with your leg wrapped around his torso under the sheets as he twirled your hair around his index finger. The room smelled of sex and you could smell it on his skin. You nuzzled your head into his neck embracing all of him. Everything that had happened in the past few hours had melted together into the past. All that mattered was now, as the two of you lay together. You looked up at Yoongi, only to notice that he was sleeping. God he must have been so tired. You looked over at the alarm clock on his bed side table. 5:41 am. The last thing you saw before you fell asleep was a little smile plastered on Yoongi’s face.
The sunlight shown in through the curtains of the room waking you up. You rolled over to hug Yoongi but as your hand fell against the empty side of the bed you sighed. Getting up you retreated back to your routine of pulling over one of his old sweatshirts. You could feel the tears building up as you walked into the bathroom. But you couldn’t hold it in anymore and broke down on the bathroom floor. Sobs muffled through the sleeves of the sweatshirt while you covered your mouth. Suddenly there was a knock on the bathroom door.
“Pidge, did you take my black sweatshirt?” Yoongi’s voice echoed through your ears. You stood up and ripped the door open crashing into him almost knocking him of his feet. You squeezed him close to your body and buried your face into his bare chest, crying.
“Jesus, (Y/N), why are you crying? Don’t cry. Oh my god.” You stared giggling into his skin and turned your head up to look at him. Yoongi looked confused. So you straightened up and grabbed his hands.
“When I woke up, I thought you were gone, because the bed was empty,” you mumbled, laughing at you own stupidity. Yoongi kissed the top of your head and laughed.
“I’m not going anywhere, I’m staying right here.” He smiled down at you. He pulled you out into the living room and to your surprise, the entire wall was covered in pink sticky notes. Your eyes glanced to Yoongi and back to the wall.
“Yes,” was all you said before pulling him in for a kiss.
