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Silver prince
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When the Stars Align (M)
Part of the Bangtan Assortment CollaborationÂ
Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader
Genre: FakeDating!AU with a hint of roommates (well actually more like apartment-mates but roommates is catchier), College!AU, fluff, angst
Word count: 10.5k
Content/Warnings: Mentions of heavy drinking, drug usage, strong language, but also cute things like adopting a dog together
Summary: With cuffing season approaching its end, you thought you had escaped the pressures of finding a boyfriend for the holidays. That is, until your friends set you up on a blind date that goes horribly wrong. This prompts you to enlist the help of your roommate, Yoongi, to fake a relationship so your friends will stop meddling in your love life. And it turns out Yoongi is a lot better at this romance thing than you originally thought...
Spending Valentineâs Day alone sucks.
Even though some people claim they donât care about being single on one of the many holidays created by capitalist overlords solely to profit off the purest emotion we as humans can experience, everyone cares, just a little bit.
Valentineâs Day is just about the fakest holiday known to man. Does anyone even remember the original meaning behind it anymore? Youâre just painfully reminded of how single you are. No one even gets the day off, so can it really be considered a holiday? Although you admit you still canât help but fall for its charms: The cute little teddy bears that line the grocery store shelves; pink and red, heart-shaped balloons, boxes, and pretty much everything; and candy, half-priced the following day. Also, seeing all the couples being lovey-dovey with each other kind of makes you wish you had someone to cuddle for yourself.
Youâve never really been in a long-term relationship. (Unless you count that boy in high school, who helped you raise your very own sack of flour in health class, equipped with its own voice box to cry every couple of hours, and you two were together all day, every day, for two months straight. Letâs just say that was a bonding experience in more ways than one, and you did very well in health class that semester. The two of you dated for a year after that.)
The thing is, in this fast-paced, ever-changing world, you get bored easily. Some of your relationships donât last more than a month, a day, or even past the first date.
There is only one person you want to spend Valentineâs Day with this year, and you know he absolutely does not feel the same. And probably never will.
Letâs take a little trip back to last December.
You and your group of friends decided to go out for sushi at your favorite all-you-can-eat sushi restaurant. All of you had just finished finals, so you went out to celebrate.
âY/N! Are you going with anyone to the New Year Ball?â Jungkook asked loudly over the chatter in the restaurant.
The annual New Year Ball is a huge holiday party put on by your schoolâs Student Association at the end of each calendar year. The original purpose of this social was for frats, sororities, and clubs to recruit new members, but the event is now used as a way for burnt out college students to drink and blow off steam after final exams. The Student Association books out the entire student center (all three floors of it) for the party of the year. You have no idea why the school would allow such a function, let alone fund it, but you canât complain. Youâre a sucker for free food and alcohol.
âNo, I was just gonna go with you guys,â you said before stuffing a too-big piece of tiger roll into your mouth.
âUh uh,â Hoseok interjected. âWe all have dates.â
Taehyung, who was seated to your right, reached across you to grab the soy sauce. âSeriously, you donât have anyone to go with?â
You shook your head, still chewing.
âWhat about Kai?â
Kai was a guy you met on a dating app last semester who you ended up hooking up and then never seeing again. He was a terrible person, so arrogant and full of himself. You felt your personalities clash the second you two met. But he was also a beautiful god of a man and you werenât going to let him slip away from you before banging one out with him. After that, you deleted the app and blocked his number.
You forced the colossal piece of sushi down your throat so that you could finally speak. âNooooo.â You shook your head vigorously. âThat ship has sailed. Plus heâs a Capricorn.â
They all gave you a puzzled look that said they needed more explanation.
âHello? Iâm an Aries?â You waved your hands around, gesturing toward yourself, nearly whacking Taehyung with your chopsticks. âAries canât stand Capricorns.â
Taehyung rolled his eyes. âOh no, you didnât ask him for his birth chart on the first date, did you?â
âNo.â You shifted your gaze away from him and sipped your drink.
âJesus.â
âOkay,â Seokjin chimed in with half an edamame pod hanging out of his mouth, âbut you really need a boyfriend. Youâre the only one of us thatâs single.â
Namjoon motioned for Hoseok to pass him the wasabi and ginger. âYeah, sometimes we want to invite you places but worry youâll feel awkward because all of us are bringing our girlfriends.â
âThatâs fine! I love hanging out with your girlfriends! Sometimes itâs too much testosterone when itâs just you guys.â
âNo.â Â Namjoon shook his head. âWe need to find you a boyfriend, too.â
âJoon, I donât wantââ
âHow about Taeyong!â Jimin suggested.
âI donât know, isnât he kind of a fuckboy? I donât want our Y/N to get hurt.â
âItâs just one date. Plus theyâll be with us. We wonât let anything bad happen.â Taehyung gave you a reassuring grin.
You huff. âFine. Can you pass me the rainbow roll please?â
So, that New Yearâs Eve, you got ready for the party as your roommate (flatmate, housemate, or apartment-mate are probably more accurate descriptions for what he is, since the two of you share an apartment/flat, but have separate rooms. However, for simplicity, letâs use âroommateâ from now on) made dinner in the kitchen.
âOooh, got a date tonight?â he teased, whisking together some eggs in a bowl as you were leaving.
âThatâs none of your business,â you replied, shoving a gold hoop earring into your ear.
He eyed your outfit. âDonât you think that dress is a little⌠I donât know⌠Short?â
You resisted the urge to flip him off. âShut the fuck up, you perv. I can wear whatever I want.â
Yoongi chuckled to himself. âWhatever.â
âBye, Yoongi!â
âDonât get too crazy out there, Y/N. You know how NYB can be.â
You simply rolled your eyes and left, shutting the door behind you without saying anything further.
You had to watch how much you drank that night, because your friends had declared you the designated driver for your date, which youâre still salty about. The six of them arrived shortly after you did, with Taeyong in tow. You had never met the boy before, but right off the bat you could see that he is undeniably handsome. Now you knew why people called him a fuckboy. With a face and body like that, you would use it to your advantage, too.
You greeted your friends in the lobby and before you could say anything further, Taeyong walked straight up to you.
âWeâre going to find our girlfriends,â Jungkook informed you. And then the six of them left you alone with your date.
âHi, Iâm Taeyong,â he held his hand out, intending for you to shake it.
Wow, a gentleman. âHi. Y/N.â
âI know, your friends have told me quite a bit about you.â He shot you a flirty smile.
Since youâre here, you might as well have some fun. âWell, thatâs not fair, I hardly know anything about you.â
âThen we should spend the rest of the night getting to know each other, shouldnât we?â He smirked, not breaking eye contact with you for a second.
Oh, he was good. A smooth talker with shiny brown eyes that could pull you in, hypnotize you, and leave you wanting to give him all of your attention.
âAY, TAEYONG!â The shout rang across the lobby of the Student Center, pulling you out of the little moment you just had with Taeyong. It was one of his frat brothers, marching over carrying three shot glasses. âLetâs do some shots, bro!â
âYou know it!â Taeyong greeted his brother with a shoulder bump and took two of the shot glasses from him. He offered one of them to you.
Hesitantly, you took it, suddenly feeling a bit shy since you donât really know either of these guys. Both of them took their shots and Taeyong looked toward you expectantly, waiting for you to take yours. You downed it quickly, and gave the tiny plastic cup back to Taeyongâs friend.
âThanks, man.â He clapped his friend on the back.
âYo, of course, bro. Listen, this really hot ABG was getting all up on me earlier, so Iâm gonna go back over to her. Iâll catch you later, alright?â
âYeah, Iâll see you later, man!â Taeyong waved his friend off. âLetâs get some more drinks!â Before you could say anything, he grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the drink table.
There was a lot of alcohol. More than enough for the entire student body to get absolutely wasted. The Student Association definitely did not skimp out this year. It looked as if they bought out the whole alcohol section of the nearest Costco.
âOh shit!â Taeyongâs eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. âWe gonâ get turnt tonight!â He whooped.
âI have to drive you home later, so I canât drink too much,â you reminded him.
âAll good, Y/N,â he said while pouring himself some beer into a red plastic cup. âIâll drink enough for the both of us.â He then added two shots of soju to his cup and chugged it quickly until it was all gone. You must have made a concerned face, because Taeyong placed a hand on your shoulder and said, âDonât worry, I can handle my alc.â
For some reason, that didnât reassure you too much.
âSo how did you and your friends meet?â Taeyong had to shout over the music and the overall loudness of all the people around you.
You two were in one of the study rooms, which had been converted into a lounge for the party. Sofas lined the edges of the walls. You and Taeyong were now sitting in one of the more secluded ones in the corner behind some fake potted plants.
âI met Jungkook in elementary school, the rest of the guys were accumulated throughout high school and college.â
âMhm.â He responded in a way that didnât seem like he was actually listening. His hand was on your thigh, slowly inching its way upward. Maybe Yoongi was right, maybe this dress was a little too short.
âHow did you meet them?â you asked.
Taeyong took a sip of his drink. âI know Jungkook, Jimin, and Hoseok from dance. The other three I just met tonight.â He was a little too close, and his breath smelled strongly of beer.
âAhh, I see.â You were running out of small talk. You didnât know what you could possibly talk about with him. From what youâve gathered, heâs an economics major with enough units to graduate already, but heâs staying so that he doesnât miss out on any of the parties his fraternity hosts. All he seems to do is drink and fuck, and tonight was no different.
As you were talking, his hand made its way even higher up your thigh, and at this point it was right at the hem of your dress. Taeyong teased the edge with his finger, looking into your eyes to gauge your reaction.
You shook your head and pushed his hand away. You couldnât deny he was attractive, and you wouldnât have minded sleeping with him, but this was not the time nor the place. âIâm not having sex with you on school property.â
âCome on, why not? Iâve done it before, itâs no big deal. Plus, I used to work here, so I know which closets we can get into without a key.â He winked at you.
You leaned in so that your lips were right next to his ear. âSave it for later.â
The boy smirked at you. âFine.â
âTAEYOOOOOOOOOOONG,â you heard someone shout from across the room. You and Taeyong looked over to find an obnoxiously handsome guy in a letterman jacket holding a bottle of tequila. âSHOTS?!â
âHELL YEAH!â Taeyong leapt up from the sofa, throwing his plastic cup onto the floor, and bounded over to his frat brother.
You stayed behind and watched them from afar. A small crowd of dudebros gathered around them, holding out tiny plastic cups as letterman-jacket-guy filled them to the brim with alcohol. Taeyong took six shots, one with each of the guys, and bellowed triumphantly as soon as he downed the last one.
âBEER BONG?!â One of them shouted.
Taeyong hooted in agreement and followed his friends into the next room, completely overlooking your existence.
Where were your friends? You hadnât seen them throughout the entire party, and you definitely were looking for them. In all honesty, you didnât really like being alone with Taeyong. The two of you just didnât click, and heâs very touchy when heâs drunk. Therefore, you were hoping that you would be able to find your friends and hang out with them as well, but you hadnât seen them the whole night.
You took the elevator up to the third floor, where an actual, literal rave was taking place. The third floor was one big ballroom, and tonight, multicolored lights flashed and loud electronic music thumped as hundreds of sweaty, drunk college kids danced around. If your friends were up here, there would be no way for you to find them, so you gave up on the cause and took the elevator back down. You could still feel the pounding of the bass even after the elevator doors closed, and on your way down you wondered if that was safe, or if the vibrations from the music would compromise the strength of the cables and the elevator would come crashing down, inevitably leading to your tragic death. Yoongi would probably know.
With a ding! the elevator doors opened and you arrived back on the second floor. You were greeted with the sight of your date, a funnel connected to a tube which fed into his mouth, and one of his friends pouring an entire keg of beer down said funnel.
âCHUG! CHUG! CHUG!â The crowd around him chanted.
You sighed to yourself. Frat boys will be frat boys.
âItâs just one date. We wonât let anything bad happen.â You grumbled. Thatâs what your friends had said to you, but where were they now? Nowhere to be found. You tried texting your group chat with them, but none of them replied.
You went back to the secluded corner from earlier and sat down. You checked your phone again, and still nothing from your friends. You pouted and opened your messaging app.
You: howâs your night going?
You waited a few seconds and then felt the device vibrate in your hand.
Nerd: Shhhhh Halsey is performing You: smh you and your obsession with halsey Nerd: Not so much obsession as admiration Nerd: Sheâs on my list of top 5 people i want to work with one day You: haha in your dreams Nerd: Itâll happen just you wait Nerd: Also why are you messaging me? your date not going well?
âY/N!!!!!!!!!â As if on cue Taeyong drunkenly stumbled over to you. He was so inebriated that he could barely walk. His friends had to support most of his weight.
âOh my god,â you muttered.
When his friends let him go, he collapsed onto the floor, and was too drunk to pick himself up.
âWhat happened to being able to handle your alc?â
Taeyong struggled to lift his head up. âWhat are you talking about? Iâm totally fine.â His words were badly slurred as he spoke, and you almost couldnât understand him.
âOh, jeez. Okay.â You stepped around him and bent over so that you could hoist him up by his armpits. âWe need to get you home.â
âNo! Iâm totally fine!â When you got him to his feet he grabbed a shot glass from someone walking by and poured it into his mouth. The alcohol dribbled down his chin and the passerby shot him a look of annoyance because Taeyong just stole their drink.
You smacked Taeyong on the back of the head. âStop drinking! Youâre gonna kill yourself if you keep going.â
He stomped his foot like a child. âNoooooo!â
You began dragging him toward the elevator and he didnât resist. When the elevator arrived, you pushed your date into it and pushed the button for the first floor. When the doors opened, you pulled Taeyong out and almost bumped into Jungkook.
âHey, Y/N! Are you having fun?â He still hadnât noticed how inebriated Taeyong was.
âIâm not in the mood for small talk right now, Jungkook. Where have you guys been?â You didnât even try to hide your annoyance.
âWhoa,â Jungkook gasped, noticing your drunk friend for the first time. âWhat happened?â
âI donât want to talk about it. Can you tell the rest of the guys that Iâm taking Taeyong home now?â You pulled Taeyong toward the entrance.
âOkay. Are you coming back? Itâs still pretty early.â
âI think Iâve had enough for one night. Iâm never forgiving you guys for this. Goodnight, Jungkook.â
Jungkook waved you goodbye. âOkay, get home safe, Y/N.â
You opened the door to your apartment and saw Yoongi sitting on the couch, sipping on a bottle of beer, and watching the ball dropping ceremony on TV.
âYouâre home early,â he remarked. âDidnât like your date?â
âI donât want to talk about it.â You kicked off your shoes and walked right passed him and into your room, slamming the door shut behind you.
âGoodnight, I guess.â Yoongi shrugged and returned to watching his program.
You and your friends regrouped for brunch on the following Sunday morning. Even the barely noticeable smell of alcohol from the mimosas that Jin and Jimin ordered brought back nauseating memories of the party.
âI canât believe you set me up with Taeyong, who I later found out is a Cancer???? Aries are the least compatible with Cancers!!!â
âI thought that was Capricorns,â Hoseok asserted before stuffing his face with french toast.
âThem too! Capricorns and Aries usually canât stand each other but when you find two that are compatible itâs likeââ
âAnyway,â Taehyung interrupted. âIt wasnât even his personality that you didnât like, it was his lack of control.â
âIt doesnât matter!â You protested. âIt was doomed from the start!â
âWhatever. Enough of this fictitious mumbo jumbo.â Taehyung waved his hand dismissively. âSo, Taeyong was an utter failure. Who else do we know whoâs single?â The question was directed at the other five boys at the table.
âI donât want you setting me up with anymore of your friends,â you told them.
âToo bad, we need to find you a boyfriend. You canât let one bad date stop you from going on others.â
They didnât seem to be taking no for an answer. You needed to put a stop to this fast. But how? You didnât have time to think. Before anyone could respond with their suggestions, you blurted out, âIâm dating Yoongi!â
Taehyung nearly choked on his strawberry. âWhat? Your roommate? Isnât he a Pisces?â
âAnd?â
âAries arenât compatible with Pisces.â
âAnd how would you know that, Tae? Arenât you the one who made fun of me for looking up Kaiâs birth chart? Arenât you the one who just â not even a minute ago â called it fictitious mumbo jumbo?â
âWhoa, whoa, whoa,â Jungkook holds his hands out to stop everyone. âHow did this happen?â
Jimin looked at you curiously. âYeah, Y/N. Youâve been living with Yoongi for almost a year. Why now?â
âUhhhh.â You wracked your brain for an explanation. How did you get together with Yoongi? You had to come up with an explanation that your friends would believe. âAfter I dropped off Taeyong the night of the New Year Ball, I came home crying.â Your palms started to sweat so you rubbed your hands together. âYoongi was still awake watching the ball dropping ceremony, so he comforted me, and we ended up falling asleep on the couch together.â
âDid you fuck him?â
You kicked Seokjin under the table. âNo! Jin, donât be gross!â
âOwww! What? Youâre the type to move pretty fast. I donât know.â He bent down to rub his shin.
âWait, hold up,â Jungkook cut in, ready to poke holes in your story. âSince when do you cry?â
âHey! I cry! What are you talking about?â
âI donât know. Sounds kind of fake. Iâve known you for more than ten years and Iâve only seen you cry once when your turtle died.â
âI can cry! Iâm perfectly capable of crying!â
âIf what youâre saying is true, then bring Yoongi with you the next time we get dinner together. Does Tuesday night work for everyone?â
All the boys nodded their heads.
Shit. You could feel your face getting hot. âUhh, since the relationship is still pretty new, Iâm not sure Yoongi would want to make it public just yet,â you lied.
âCome on, Y/N. Weâve known Yoongi for over a year, and weâve known you for even longer. Thereâs no reason for you guys to hide from us.â
You groaned. âFine, Iâll bring him. But donât think Iâve forgiven you guys for setting me up with that trainwreck.â
âWeâre sorry, Y/N. Really.â
How would you possibly explain this whole situation to your roommate? âHey, uh, I told my friends we were dating so they wouldnât set me up with another fuckboy, and now they want to do a septuple date.â???
You just know he would give you endless shit for this. For as long as youâve known him, Yoongi has always been the sarcastic smartass who loves to poke fun at you.
From commenting on what you wear: âThatâs not a shirt, Y/N.â (Also, remember your dress on New Yearâs Eve?)
Giving you âhelpfulâ hints when you try to fix something that broke:Â âYou know thatâs not going to work, right?â
To helping you with your math homework: âYou get to ask me one question per month. After that Iâm going to start charging you a fee.â
To some, his treatment toward you may seem harsh or mean. What a lot of people donât understand is that you two are this way because youâre comfortable with each other. Itâs not one-sided. You definitely roast Yoongi back. And itâs never serious. Itâs a sibling type of banter.
Although the two of you are comfortable with each other, Yoongi also keeps to himself a lot, only sharing bits and pieces of him with you. Heâs serious and stoic a lot of the time, and when heâs home, you mostly see him studying or watching TV. But you guess this is typical behavior of someone whoâs studying to be a sound engineer.
He rarely tells you anything about his dating life. He had a girlfriend when he first moved in. You know this because he would bring her over every weekend, and you would hear them in his room. Every. Fucking. Weekend. But all of that stopped a couple of months ago. You know they broke up, but you donât know why, or whose decision it was. Yoongi rarely talked about her, so you couldnât tell if he actually liked her or not, or if it was just a sexual thing. Come to think of it, you couldnât remember the last time he expressed feelings for anyone.
You turned toward your roommate, who sat next to you on the couch, reading one of his textbooks.
âAre you a sociopath?â You asked him, casually of course, as roommates do.
Without even looking up he replied with, âWhat in that tiny, little brain of yours prompted you to ask me such a thing?â
You smacked him with one of your throw pillows, which took Yoongi a considerable amount of convincing to let you buy because he thought they were âuseless and a waste of money.â
âBecause Iâve never seen you express emotion toward anything. Not even food.â
âJust because I donât have an orgasm every time I eat pizza like you do, does not mean Iâm a sociopath. For your information, I am perfectly capable of emotion. I just prefer to channel it into my music.â
You rolled your eyes. Heâs so pretentious. âThen why arenât you dating anyone?
He closed his textbook. âJeez, Y/N. Not everything is about dating. I just got out of that messy relationship with Nayeon, remember?
âI thought you were just with her for sex? I didnât know you actually liked her.â
âWe were together for four fucking years, of course I liked her. You donât just share such a big chunk of your life with someone and not feel something for them.â
âOh, I didnât know that you were together for that long. You never really told me much about her.â
He shrugged. âThatâs because you entered my life during the last year of our relationship, and at that point we could already feel our relationship start to all apart.â
âShe was here all the time, though.â
âYeah, we thought seeing each other more would help fix us, but after a while it just got kind of tedious. So we called it off.â
This was good, this was the most information youâd gotten out of him in a while. âDo you still have feelings for her?â
âOf course, but it didnât work out. Itâs in the past now and I need to move on. My friends think that finding someone knew would help me get over it, but I need to take some time for myself.â
You nodded understandingly. âWhat were you like with her? You know, before all the bad stuff. I canât imagine you being romantic in any sense of the word,â you jested.
âHey! I was romantic! I took her to the beach and bought her flowers and stuff.â
âWow. A real stunner, you are,â you said sarcastically
Yoongi rolled his eyes
âHey, hereâs a nutty idea.â
Your roommate raised an eyebrow at you. You thought long and hard about how you were going to do this. All the scenarios that played out in your head seemed utterly ridiculous, but you had to tell him somehow. This seemed like the least weird way to broach the subject with him.
âWhat if we likeâŚ.. Pretended to date?â you asked hesitantly, wiping your sweaty palms onto your throw pillow. See? Itâs not entirely useless.
âWhy the fuck would we do that?â
âYou know⌠Because my friends are trying to set me up with people⌠And from what youâve said, your friends want you to start dating again, too.â
âYeah, thatâs what my friends want, but I donât have to do what they want.â
âIâm just saying, you know⌠It might be beneficial for both of us.â You couldnât look Yoongi in the eyes. Instead, your gaze shifted just about everywhere else: out the window, the TV, the ceiling.
Yoongi definitely noticed and could tell you were hiding something. His eyes narrowed at you. âWhatâs the real reason, Y/N.â
You shrugged and shook your head. âThat is the real reason.â
âYouâre a terrible liar.â His gaze grew more intense and you could feel his gaze burning holes into your face.
You sighed deeply. âFine. So I⌠UhhâŚâ
Yoongi looked at you expectantly. Were you really going to tell him? You had to own up to your stupid decision. But it was exactly that: stupid.
âI may or may not have told my friends that you and I are dating.â
âFucking hell, Y/N.â There wasnât even any surprise in his voice. It was more like disappointment, exasperation. Like his exact thoughts were, typical Y/N, always up to the same shenanigans.
âIâm sorry! I panicked! I didnât want to get setup with another Taeyong and you were the first person who came to mind! I just kind of blurted it out during brunch!â
Yoongi was silent for a long time, and you couldnât tell what he was thinking. What would you do if he said no? What would you tell your friends?
After an eternity, he finally answered. âFineâ
You let out a sigh of relief. âGreat. Our first date is tomorrow.â
âFucking hell! Thanks for the warning!â
âSee you then!â You jumped up from the couch and ran to your room before he could verbally abuse you further.
âOh my god. Are you seriously wearing that on our first date?â Yoongi was standing in the doorway to his room as you eyed his outfit, which consisted of a white t-shirt underneath an unbuttoned red and cream plaid flannel, accompanied by ripped light wash jeans and old tennis shoes.
âYeah? Whatâs wrong with this?â He gave you a mildly annoyed, confused look.
âNothingâs wrong with it if youâre going to class. But this is dinner with my friends! Our debut as a couple! You canât wear that!â
Yoongi sighed. âFine. Then what do you suggest I wear.â
You huffed and pushed past him into his room, him following closely behind. You stared into his closet, eighty percent of which was completely black. Somehow, today, he managed to throw on the only non-black outfit he owned.
âNo. No. No.â You grumbled as you sifted through his clothes.
âWhy do I even need to dress nicely? Iâve already met all your friends. Itâs not like I have to make a good first impression or anything.â
âStill! They would never believe I would date someone whoâs dressed like that.â
âHey! You know, youâre such a bitch sometimes.â
âI know.â You pulled out a red and black swirly patterned button down that was squeezed between two black sweaters. Ugh, there was no method of organization to this closet whatsoever. You caught a glimpse of the tag as you removed it from the closet. âDior? Damn. I didnât know you were the type to wear designer.â
Yoongi snatched it out of your hand protectively. âIâm not. Nayeon gave it to me.â
You gently took it back from him. âOkay, so itâs a touchy subject. I guess weâre not going with that one.â You put it back on to the clothing rack and pull out a long wool coat. âValentino? Youâre kidding me, right? Is there any nice stuff in here that you bought yourself?â
Yoongi shook his head.
âNow I know why she bought all of this stuff for you: so you donât embarrass her everytime you two went out in public.â You sighed. âWell, I guess weâre just going to have to work with it.â
You pulled the red and black shirt back out and handed it and the coat to Yoongi.
âNo peeking,â Yoongi warned. You nodded and turned around.
As he changed, you rifled through his closet for some suitable pants, so you wouldnât accidentally catch a glimpse of your roommate shirtless. You found the pair of black ripped jeans that Yoongi always wore and decided to go with those.
âI donât like this jacket,â Yoongi whined. You took it as a sign that it was safe to turn around.
The jacket reached almost to the floor, and his arms were tight against his sides, like he could barely move them. âYouâre right. You look so stuffy. Like a little old man.â
âHey! Listen up, bitch.â Yoongi squared his shoulders and took a couple of steps closer to you. âI may be older than you, but Iâm also taller.â He prodded your shoulder threateningly with his finger.
âNot if I wear heels. Which is what Iâm planning to do tonight.â You smirked at him.
âFine, then Iâll wear my platform sneakers.â
âThat still wonât be enough,â you teased.
He frowned and you chuckled at his reaction.
âIâm kidding. Iâm not going to wear heels tonight. So, you still get to be taller than me.â
âWhy does it feel like Iâm receiving some sort of consolation prize?â
You rolled your eyes. âGod, youâre so annoying.â
âCan I just go without the jacket? Itâs not that cold outside.â Yoongi struggled to take off his coat so you walked up behind him and helped pull it down his shoulders.
âOkay, but if I get cold, what are you going to offer me for protection? How are you supposed to romantically give me your jacket if you donât even have one?â
Yoongi groaned. âGod, your ideas of romance are so antiquated.â
âAnd your ideas of romance are nonexistent!â You countered.
âWhatever,â he spat. âJust pick a jacket you want to wear then. Itâs too warm out for me to wear one.â
You grudgingly agreed and grabbed a simple black blazer from the closet. The tag on the back said H&M.
âYou guys! Iâm so excited to try this place!â Taehyung ran up to where you and Yoongi waited outside the new omurice restaurant that opened up across town.
âI hope itâs good,â Yoongi said. âThis would be the first omurice place here and I havenât had decent omurice since I went to Kyoto a couple of years ago.â
âWhat is this? You? Min Yoongi? Getting excited about food?â
Yoongi shot you a warning look, which you ignored.
âIf you miss it so much, why donât you try making it yourself?â
âIf you paid any attention to me at all, you would know I make it all the time, but itâs never the same.â
You frowned at him, offended that he would accuse you of not paying him any attention at home. âI totally pay attention to you!â
âThen you would know I made omurice just last Thursday!â
âThursday is my busy day! I wasnât home all day!â
âOkay!â Taehyung interrupted, clapping his hands together. He was probably afraid you two would either start throwing punches or angrily making out. Neither of which he wanted to witness at that moment. âLetâs get a table and wait for the others inside.â
âSo did you enjoy it? Was it as good as the one you had in Kyoto?â You looped your arm around Yoongiâs and rested your chin on his shoulder.
Yoongi set his spoon down onto his now empty plate and wiped his mouth with a napkin. âIt was pretty good.â He didnât turn to face you because he didnât want his face that close to yours. âBut to be honest, nothing can top the one I ate in Kyoto.â
You moved your hand toward Yoongiâs, which was now placed limply on his thigh. He squirmed as you got too close to his crotch.
âHold my hand, dumbass,â you whispered so that only he could hear. âAnd smile please.â
Yoongi turned his face toward you and gave you a soft smile so convincing, your heart fluttered for a split second before you came to your senses. He leisurely intertwined his fingers with yours.
âThanks, youâre doing a great job,â you told him. Yoongi was never really one to seek out praise and validation, but you wanted him to know that he was doing a good job.
âAwww, you guys are so cute,â Hoseok cooed. âY/N, Iâm glad youâre finally dating someone again.â
âI donât know why yâall are so damn concerned with my love life. Itâs none of your fucking business.â
âItâs just that you havenât been in a relationship in so long, this is quite interesting to watch.â
You twisted your face at Jungkook.
âSo tell me more about how this whole thing happened.â Jungkook sat up attentively, putting his elbows up on the table and resting his face in his hands, wanting to hear every word you had to say.
âI already told you everything.â
âOkay, but I want to hear it from Yoongiâs perspective.â He nodded at your fake boyfriend.
âShit,â you muttered and squeezed Yoongiâs hand. You raised an eyebrow at Yoongi, an expression that said, âYou remember what I told you, right?â
Yoongi nodded. âWell, I donât know what Y/N told you but, she came home really upset after the New Year Ball, thanks to you guys, and thatâs when it kind of happened.â
âWeâve apologized so many times for that.â Jin rolled his eyes.
âAnd yet I still donât accept your apologies,â you quipped.
You looked over at Jungkook to see that he was eyeing you warily. Your cheeks burned under his scrutiny. Did he still not believe you? Even after you and Yoongiâs blatant (albeit forced) displays of affection? Maybe because he knew neither of you were big fans of PDA. Or maybe because heâs known you for more than half your life and can tell when youâre lying 90% of the time.
Just when youâre about to crack under his gaze, the waiter comes over with the bill.
âSo how are we going to do this?â Namjoon addressed everyone at the table.
âI donât know. Youâre the math major; you tell us,â Jimin retorted.
Yoongi grabbed his wallet from his back pocket with the hand that wasnât holding yours. âIâll pay for Y/N and me.â
âHow noble,â Jungkook scoffed.
You leaned closer to Yoongi. âYou donât have to do that.â
âOf course, itâs our first date. Let me pay.â
You blushed. âOkay.â
Then the unexpected happened. Yoongi leaned in closer and gave you a quick peck on the tip of your nose.
You gaped at him momentarily and then immediately regained your composure. You turned around to see Hoseok and Jin looking at you fondly, Taehyung and Jimin making disgusted faces, Jungkook with his eyebrows raised in a look of surprise and horror, and Namjoon too distracted by figuring out how to split the bill.
Luckily, because of this stunt, Jungkook forgot about grilling Yoongi with the questions.
âOkay, so Iâm going to cover it with my credit card and Iâll charge you guys on BuddyPay.â Namjoon announced, still totally oblivious to the kiss that just shocked the whole table.
Everyone else grumbled in agreement.
After the payment was sorted out, your friends trickled out of the restaurant while you and Yoongi stayed behind. The second they were gone, Yoongi dropped your hand as if you had the plague.
âGod, your hand is so sweaty,â he griped, wiping his hand on his jeans.
âSorry! I was nervous!â
âAww. You get nervous around me?â
âIt wasnât because of you, asshole.â You slapped his arm. âItâs because Iâm a terrible liar! I almost popped a blood vessel everytime one of them looked me in the eye. Especially Jungkook! I know he suspects something.â
Yoongi shrugged. âWell, if it means anything, I think you were pretty convincing.â
âThanks. It doesnât. Also why did you kiss me? We never agreed to any kissing.â
âDid that kiss really affect you that much?â Yoongi smirked and got up from his seat.
You huffed. âFuck you, Yoongi!â
âA kiss is as far as Iâm gonna go.â
You scowled and grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair, jogging a little to catch up to him.
By the time you caught up, he was waiting by the door for you. âHow are we going to make it convincing if I never kiss you?â Yoongi rolled his eyes. âAlso, if you pop a blood vessel, Iâm not driving you to the hospital.â
You frowned. âWhatever. Letâs get out of here.â
âGod, Iâm so full,â you groaned once you got outside. âCan we walk around a bit?â
Yoongi nodded. âSure. Iâve never been in this plaza. We can check out what they have.â
Out of the corner of your eye you notice a Critter Castle on the other side of the parking lot.
âOoh! A pet store! Letâs go in!â You grabbed Yoongi by the wrist and hauled him across the parking lot.
Immediately when you walk in, Yoongi gravitated toward the puppies. There was a small one, with curly brown fur that he took a particular liking to.
âHey there, little guy.â The puppy perked up and started hopping around in its pen. âYouâre an excited one arenât you? Hi.â He brought his hand up to the barrier, allowing the puppy to stick its nose through and lick Yoongiâs fingers.
It wasnât often that you got to see Yoongiâs soft side. He was always either serious or sarcastic around you. But seeing him like this made the corner of your lips tug up and your heart feel warm.
What was this weird feeling? It couldnât possibly be⌠Could it?
You shook off the weird feeling. âWhatâs its name?â You asked Yoongi.
Yoongi looked at the sign the hung on the edge of the play pen. âHolly.â
âSo itâs a girl?â
âThe sign says itâs a boy. Awww and heâs only two weeks old! So fucking tiny!â
You giggled. âDo you want him?â
âWhat?â
âDo you want to adopt Holly?â
âIâ yes. But would you be okay with that?â
You nodded.
âOh my god. Then yes, I want this dog more than anything.â
âOkay wait here, Iâll go talk to a worker.â
You returned a couple of minutes later to find Yoongi sitting on the floor, sticking his fingers in the holes of the pen and playing with the little puppy.
âSo, I have some bad news.â
Yoongi sighed. âY/N, always gotta ruin things.â
âShut up! The worker said Holly is still too young to be adopted, but we can come back in a month and a half or so and if heâs still here we can adopt him.â
âCan we like, preemptively adopt him? Like put him on hold or something?â
âI asked and she said adoptions here donât work that way since itâs not a shelter. Weâre just going to have to come back later and hope for the best.â
You could see Yoongiâs face fall. âOkay.â He stood up. âIt was nice knowing you, Holly. Hopefully we can meet again soon.â
âWeâll come back for you, Holly.â
The little dog yapped and hopped with joy, but when the two of you began walking away, he whined and put his head to the floor.
About a month passes and now itâs the present again. Pretending with Yoongi has gotten a lot easier and more comfortable. Your friends have invited you and Yoongi out to septuple dates with their girlfriends, and you genuinely have fun.
But having a month pass means itâs now February, and everyone knows what dreaded holiday comes in February.
You fling yourself onto the couch right next to where Yoongi is sitting. âSo itâs Valentineâs Day next week.â
âAnd?â
âAnd are we going to do something special?â
Yoongi makes a disgusted face. You grimace at his grimace.
âCome on! Jungkook will definitely think something is up if we donât post something cute on Instagram,â you whine.
For the last month, even when your friends didnât invite you and Yoongi out to do stuff with them, you still took pictures of the two of you together to keep up appearances on social media. Yoongi was surprisingly good at it, knowing exactly how to pose or what caption to write to get a reaction out of people. Everyone seems to love sharing their relationship with the world, and Valentineâs Day is the prime time to do so, so it would definitely be odd if you and Yoongi didnât do something sickeningly romantic for the special day.
âHow about we just get one of those long candles and light it next to a rose and take a picture of that, then we can go back to living our lives like normal? Most of social media is fake anyway, so I donât see why we actually have to do something special instead of just pretending we did.â
âOoh! What if I get a bunch of rose petals and sprinkle them from the front door to your room? And then I caption it something like, âCame home from class and was greeted with this, *suggestive emoji*.ââ
âNo! No offense, but I donât want to imply that Iâm having sex with you.â
âWeâre dating, itâs already implied.â
Yoongiâs face twists. âHow long are we going to keep this up, anyway? Iâm not going to fake date you forever.â
âOh my god!â You exclaim, ignoring his question. âIâve got it!â
âWhat?â Yoongi asks, his tone fearful.
âThe pet store has discounted pet adoptions on Valentineâs Day.â
âOkayâŚâ
âLetâs adopt Holly together!â
Yoongiâs eyes light up, but he tries to contain his excitement when he says, âSo youâre serious about it? You really want to adopt a dog together?â
âOf course! Iâve always wanted a dog.â
Your roommate raises an eyebrow. âYou never said anything.â
âBecause I didnât know you liked dogs.â
âSo, youâre actually serious about this?â He asks again, just to be absolutely sure.
âYes, Yoongi! I am 100% serious.â
He jumps up and gives you a big hug, squeezing you so hard that you almost canât breathe.
That Valentineâs Day, you and Yoongi walk into your apartment with a new addition to your family. Yoongi insisted on holding him on the car ride home, and wouldnât even let you hold him in the elevator ride up to the apartment. He is still cradling the small, brown puppy even after youâre inside, where itâs safe to let him run around.
âHold right there,â you tell Yoongi after you both take your shoes off, with Yoongi struggling because he still will not let go of Holly the entire time. âLet me take a picture for Instagram.â
Yoongi holds up Holly so that heâs obscuring his face.
âNo! We need to see your face!â
Yoongi sighs and lowers the little animal.
âGreat, now kiss him.â
Yoongi puckers his lips and brings it closer to the curly brown fur.
âPerfect!â You snap the photo and post it to Instagram, captioning it, Father and his brand new son. Happy Valentineâs Day, babe *heart eye emoji*.âCuuuute!â You exclaim.
âI know I am, but howâs Holly look?â
You give your fake boyfriend an exasperated look.
âI canât believe we have a puppy now!â Squeal isnât exactly the right word to describe how Yoongi says it, but itâs a pretty close description.
âI know right? Weâre parents now.â
Yoongi plops himself on the floor and lies on his back. Holly hops around him, leaping across his legs and stomach. The feeling that you experienced in the pet store when Yoongi first met Holly returns, and you are filled with an inexplicable fondness. You get down on the floor and join them, and when you look at Yoongi, he smiles at you.
âThank you, Y/N. I am so happy right now.â
âYouâre welcome, Yoongi. I am too.â
A couple of weeks later, you come home after a rough shift at work. There was a huge dance contest going on at school tonight and afterwards a lot of the spectators flocked to the nearest boba shopâ which happened to be the one you worked at. The line was long, the store was crowded and loud, and it didnât help that your manager was yelling at all of the workers to put out drinks faster. At the end of the night, you had to turn some customers down so that you could close up shop, and a few of them werenât too happy about that.
Youâre exhausted when you step through your front door, your feet are sore and your muscles tense. When you enter, you see Yoongi sprawled on the couch as always, your nostrils assaulted with a pungent odor, quite a juxtaposition to the sickenly sweet smell of the boba shop.
You let out an exasperated sigh. âHow many times have I told you not to smoke inside?â
âI wasnât smoking.â Yoongi shifts his bloodshot eyes back and forth.
âI smelled weed the second I walked in the door.â You saunter over to the screen door that leads to the balcony and pull it open to let in some fresh air.
âThatâsâŚ.. a skunk got in here.â His voice is mellow in a way that confirms your suspicions.
You cross your arms and give him an incredulous look. âA skunk?â
âYeah.â
âWe live on the third floor in the middle of the city. There are no skunks here,â you scoff. âRaccoons, I would believe, but not skunks.â
Yoongi rolls his eyes.
âAt least share, will you?â You drop your aching body onto the couch next to him, resting most of your weight against Yoongi.
âSince when do you smoke?â He asks.
âI donât usually. I get a really bad case of the munchies when I do. One time I smoked at Jungkookâs place and ended up eating six of those spicy cup noodles. My intestines were not happy afterward.â
Yoongi chuckles. He then pulls a blunt out of his pocket and lights it for you. You put it up to your lips and smoke it.
âWhoâs smoking in the house now?â he teases.
You shake your head. âWhereâs Holly?â You ask, ignoring his silly rhetorical question. You shift so that your head is now resting on his chest.
âHeâs in my room sleeping. All he does is sleep.â
âOf course, heâs a puppy. Heâs still growing.â You pass Yoongi the blunt and he takes a hit before passing it back to you.
âI love him so much.â
âI know you do.â
âHeâs so small.â Yoongi remarks, except it comes out more like a whine.
âI know he is.â
He notices that youâre not being your characteristically talkative self, which leads him to suspect something is wrong. âRough shift?â
âMhm.â You nod with your head still resting on your roommateâs chest.
He slings his arm lazily across your shoulder. âWant to talk about it?â
You take another long drag from the blunt. âNope,â you exhale.
Just as before, your cravings set in about thirty minutes later. You havenât eaten since before your six hour shift, and you're now starving.
âOh my god I want pancakes!!!!â You wail, springing up from your where your head rested on Yoongiâs lap. âI want pancakes so bad.â Your stomach grumbles at the thought of the fluffy stacks of cinnamon swirl pancakes that they serve at the Pancake Shack, lathered in thick, golden maple syrup, and smothered with butter.
âY/N, itâs 2 in the morning. Everything is closed now.â Yoongi is always one to burst your bubble.
"But I want Pancake Shack!"
"Pancake Shack is closed."
âMake me pancakes!!!!!â
âI am not making you pancakes.â
âBut I want pancakes!! Like so bad. I think I might die.â
âYou may be the only person who gets more high-strung when you smoke.â Yoongi doesn't budge.
You pout at him.
Finally, he resigns. âFine, Iâll make you pancakes.â
âThanks, Yoongi.â You hug him and rest your head on his shoulder. The two of you lock eyes and your gaze lingers for longer than it should, and for a second, your heart stops. The intensity of the moment startles you and you pull away from him. âYou know what. Itâs late. Never mind, you donât have to make me pancakes.â
âY/N, I donât mind if you really want me to.â
You shake your head. âNo, itâs okay. I should go to bed. I have class in the morning.â
âOkay, if you say so.â Yoongi raises an eyebrow. You were just insisting that he make you pancakes. What made you change your mind so suddenly?
You get up off the couch and make your way to your room.
âGoodnight, Y/N,â he calls after you.
âGoodnight, Yoongi.â
Jungkook: hey jieun just broke up with me :â( can you come over?
You get the text late at night, a couple of days later. Youâre already in your pajamas and getting ready for bed. But still, you donât hesitate, because Jungkook is your best friend, and you could really use something to take your mind off of the forbidden feelings youâre starting to develop for Yoongi.
You: yeah iâll be there in 10
âHey.â Jungkook greets you with a sad smile when he opens the door to his apartment. His hair is a mess and heâs also wearing his pajamas.
You return the greeting and enter. âHow are you holding up?â You ask him.
âHonestly, a lot better than I thought Iâd be. Iâm not as heartbroken as I expected.â
His place is a one bedroom studio apartment, so inside is just his bed, desk, kitchen, bathroom, and video game system. Itâs cozy, and the two of you have had many heartfelt talks here. You used to come here whenever you wanted peace and quiet when you still had two other roommates at your old place.
âWhy did you call me over? I thought youâd be a mess.â You kick off your shoes and jump onto the bed.
Jungkook shrugs as he sinks down next to you. âYouâre my best friend. I just wanted someone to talk to.â
âWell, Iâm here for you. Whatever you have to say. Whatever you want to talk about.â
He smiles at you. âThanks, Y/N. How are you and Yoongi doing?â
âWeâre alright.â
âI can tell he really likes you.â
You sigh, wondering if now is a good time to break the news to your best friend. What are you really waiting for? Why keep this going? Who does it benefit? âJungkook, I have to tell you something.â
Jungkook raises an eyebrow.
You take a deep breath. âItâs fake. My entire relationship with Yoongi is fake. We were never actually dating.â
âI donât believe that.â He shakes his head.
But itâs the truth.
Jungkook shakes his head again. âNo. I know you both really care for each other. I can tell your feelings for each other are real.â
You remain silent. You and Yoongi have definitely grown closer in the last two months, especially after the two of you adopted Holly together, and you were having some feelings toward him, but you knew Yoongi didnât feel the same. In the beginning, he made it explicitly clear that he had absolutely no romantic feelings toward you. Just last year, you two had The Talk about not being attracted to each other.
âYou guys even adopted a dog together for godâs sake. You donât just do that with anyone.â
Still you say nothing.
âThat was real right? That dog is yours?â
You nod.
Jungkook runs his fingers through his hair. âIâm not going to brag, but I knew it was fake at the beginning, especially because it lasted more than a week, which is some sort of record for you.â
âShut up.â
âBut as time went on, I could tell you were growing to like each other, genuinely.â
You shake your head, still refusing to believe it. âHeâs a Pisces, though. Aries arenât good with Pisces.â
âStop making excuses, Y/N. I think you should talk to him. Sort this out.â
"I may have feelings for him, but I'm positive he doesn't feel the same way about me." You grab one of Jungkookâs pillows and fiddle with a loose thread on the pillow case.
Jungkook sees what youâre doing and takes the pillow away from you, setting it down on the side of the bed that you canât reach. "If you think that way, then you should end it. It's not fair for the both of you.â
You sigh deeply, knowing heâs right. âI thought we were here to talk about you.â
âWe were. But I feel much better now, having my best friend with me.â
You give him a half hearted smile.
âI love you, Y/N.â
âI love you, too, Jungkook.â
He holds out his arms. âCome here.â
You crawl forward and give him a firm hug.
âCan I, like, at least practice in front of you? Because I have absolutely no idea how to approach this.â
âOf course. Anything you need, I'm here for you.â
You squeeze him a bit tighter. "Thank you, Jungkook."
The next night, you pace back and forth in your room, trying to figure out how you're going to bring it up to Yoongi. He's right on the other side of the door, on the couch, watching TV and petting Holly, as usual, and can probably hear you burning a hole in the carpet. You take a deep breath. Itâs time. But what if heâs not watching TV anymore? What if heâs studying or doing homework? You shuffle over to your door, slowly cracking it open and peeking your head out.
Heâs still exactly where he was when you got home earlier. Doesnât he have things to do? Why is he always watching TV? You then realize that you just want an excuse for him to be too busy to talk, so you can avoid this conversation and postpone it for another time. Another time when youâre more prepared, when youâre older, and therefore wiser. But for some reason all the signs (really, just Jungkook) are telling you to do it now, providing you with the perfect opportunity, the perfect setup for you to break up with your fake boyfriend. Nothing like the present, right? You just gotta do it. Rip it off like a bandaid.
Apprehensively, you tiptoe out of your room. "Hey, Yoongi, I need to talk to you."
He turns his head toward you. âWhatâs up? Whatâs wrong?â His brows furrow when he notices your unease.
You walk over to the couch and sit down next to him. "Nothingâs really wrong, per se. But we do need to end this fake relationship."
âWell, itâs about time.â He sighs and picks up Holly from his lap and places him onto the floor. âWeâve been going at this for what? Almost two months?â
Your heart drops at his words, feeling like it's shattered into a million pieces. You know he didnât feel the same way about you, but hearing him confirm it hurts a lot worse than you imagined. So, it really was all just pretend to him? You had been so stupid to let yourself fall for him, and now you have to deal with the consequences.
âIâ Wowâ has it really been that long?â You force a chuckle, trying your best to hide your disappointment.
âYeah. Itâs about time we start dating for real, right?â
âWâ what?â You stutter, completely caught off guard. Out of all the scenarios you thought of, this was not one of them.
âY/N, donât tell me you donât think thereâs something between us.â
âIâ I do. I just didnât think you did.â
âOf course I did! Are you really that dense? I wouldnât have volunteered to make you pancakes at two in the fucking morning if I didnât.â
You breathe out a sigh of relief. âThank you. You just saved me from a really difficult talk.â
âWere you going to break up with me?â
You nod.
âDid you plan out everything your were going to say? Rehearse it in front of the mirror and everything?â
âNo.â You cross your arms in defiance. âI rehearsed it in front of Jungkook.â
Yoongi chuckles and it makes your heart warm. âYou got Jungkook to help you?â
âYeah. Donât make fun of me.â You pout. âIâm not good at this type of thing.â
âYouâve broken up with plenty of guys before, though.â
âBut none that Iâve cared about as much as you.â
Yoongi takes both your hands in his. "Don't worry. You donât have to."
You feel as if a tremendous weight has been lifted off your chest. "So what now? What's different?"
Yoongi uses his hand to brush aside a stray chunk of hair that had fallen from your ponytail, and then delicately caresses your cheek. "Well, this, for one." He leans in and places a firm kiss on your lips. Yoongi had given you soft kisses on your cheeks and nose when the two of you were just pretending, and for a long time you wondered what it would be like to kiss him for real. Now you know, and it's so much better than you ever imagined.
You know how in those cliche movies, when a couple shares their first kiss, fireworks explode in the background and everyone cheers? That's what it feels like. It feels like every bad date, every disappointing hookup has led to you finding Yoongi. It's like the spring finally arriving and the clouds getting clear after a long, cold winter. Jungkook's right. Who cares if you're an Aries and he's a Pisces? The stars aligned in just the right place for you to find each other.
"And this," Yoongi breathes, softly brushing his hand against your breast and running it along your body until it reaches your thigh, all while still kissing you. "And this."
You squeal as Yoongi's hand moves under your legs and he scoops you up as he stands. You wrap your arms tightly around him, giggling and burying your face in the crook of his neck while he carries you bridal-style to his room.
Holly follows closely by his feet, wanting to follow his parents and see what they're up to. Once Yoongi gets to the threshold of his room, he gently shoos the little puppy away with his foot. "Not now, Holly. It's special mommy and daddy time." He then enters the room, letting the door close behind him.
Epilogue:
âI canât believe we adopted a dog together. Thatâs so incredibly stupid. What if we break up?â You slip on your boots and put a harness around Holly, getting ready to take him out for your daily walk.
Yoongi slings on his jacket and shakes his head. Â âY/N. Weâre literally getting married next week. I donât think weâre breaking up any time soon.â
âBut you admit that itâs a possibility!â
âI never said that.â
You peek outside the window to see that itâs still drizzling a little bit and grab Hollyâs raincoat off the coat rack and put it on him. âThere we go, baby.â You then attach Hollyâs leash to his harness as Yoongi grabs an umbrella. âDamn, I canât believe I still like you. I canât believe you still like me!â
âHey! How many times do I have to tell you! I have feelings!â
âYeah, horny.â
âYouâre insufferable.â
You step forward to fix the collar of Yoongiâs raincoat. âNo, Iâm not.â
âYouâre right. Youâre very right. I love you very much and I canât wait to spend the rest of my life with you.â He leans in to kiss you on the nose.
You react by scrunching up your face. âDamn, thatâs a long time.â
âYouâre not having second thoughts, are you? Do you want to call off the wedding?â
âOf course not! Weâve been planning this for over a year! I definitely still want to marry you!â
âOkay, but I think I want to marry you more.â
âWill you stop that?â
âStop what? Wanting to marry you? Uhhh⌠Not possible.â
You get on your tiptoes so that you could kiss him, and while youâre kissing him, Holly starts barking and pawing at your boots. âOkay! Okay, Holly! Weâll take you on your walk now!â
You give Yoongi one last kiss on the lips before the three of you set out into the rain.
A/N: Yoongi and readerâs dynamic is pretty much how one of my old housemates and I used to treat each other (except we never dated, however, we did adopt a fish together). Also this story in no way reflects my opinions on astrology. Itâs all light-hearted I promise.
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â when the boys see you and yoongi spending awfully a shitton of time together, in his bedroom, they could only think that the two of you are... âş3187 words // scenario, prompt-based Š photo credit
From the moment the boys got to know and meet the person that Min Yoongi has officially turned weak for is the time where they knew they would be seeing more of you than hearing Yoongi fawn over you throughout the days of the week. What started out as a movie-like scenario of a love-hate relationship, blossoms into one that revolves around the first word of the initial stage that transitions into the second word half of the time. It would be confusing to those who didnât have context of how your relationship started but... ah, youâll get the hang of it if you stuck around.
Movie night lasts until the third movie comes to an end and you are beyond tired. Honestly, youâre amazed by the fact you could last so long without falling asleep or falling flat to Yoongiâs chest and drooling on his chest. But it seems like he has, face pressed to your skin, breathing against your neck and when everyoneâs started to disperse back to their rooms, youâre slapping Yoongiâs thigh.
âWake up, gramps. You can sleep out here if you want but you have a king-sized bed for a reason,â
The boys burst out laughing, especially the younger ones who dare to see the day Yoongi actually allows someone to talk to him like that. In actual fact, theyâre already look someone who is.
They watch as Yoongi groans to a wake, arms tightening around your waist, feet planted to the ground but refusing to get up. Youâre already leaning forward, watching as his body follows along and Jiminâs offering to:Â âDo you need help, Y/N?â
âDepends,â You coo, hands smoothening over Yoongiâs arms, âDo you dare to?â
Before Jimin can fall to his death with just a simple tug to bring Yoongi up as a simple gesture to help you, Hoseokâs hand pulls him back, âDonât. Itâs a trick question,â
Jimin scoffs a laugh and pushes Hoseokâs hand away, âHow is that a trick question?â
Jungkook and Taehyung shudder, shying away from offering their services of being able to carry Yoongi back to his room like he weighs nothing but the morning after they do, itâs gonna weigh more than the actual weight, âYou wouldnât want to know,â They answer in unison, the same time you decide to fuck it and get up even though Yoongiâs latched to you as such. It wasnât the easiest thing in the world but sitting like this on the sofa for a couple of hours does a shitty job to letting your spine go back to the way it should be.
Theyâre marvelled at the way youâre still alive as you get Yoongi to unlatch himself from you, his hands resting on your waist as you pull him towards the direction of his bedroom. Heâs slumping over your figure and resorts to walking behind you with his hand in yours as you literally drag him even if he doesnât like it. Miraculously, never tripping over your or any sort but for the most part, walking to his best ability.
All eyes are on you as you bring Yoongi to his room and when the door closes after, Namjoon proposes a question that gets everyone to raise their hand.
âAnyone wondering what kind of witchcraft Y/N has on hyung?â
Even Seokjin raises his hand.
//
Yoongi opens the door of his room to stalk out with just his loose shirt hanging on his shoulders, basketball shorts lining his hips as he heads to the kitchen. He doesnât make much sounds on his way there, but on his way back, he gathers looks and stares from the boys present in the living room. Taehyung peers out from the sofa, having guts to ask:Â âHyung, you joining us for lunch?â
Said person pauses with a glass of water in his hands, looking over his shoulder with a gaping mouth and a moment to think of whether he actually wants to or not. After a numbered of seconds, he gives a curt nod, âSure,â
Without waiting to see if the conversation carries on from there, Yoongi heads back to his room with heads following his movements until the door closes.
//
Although you know Yoongi trusts you more than he does himself, you still think itâs a little early in the relationship for you to have the spare key to his dorm. Plus, itâs not like heâs the only one living in there, his group mates are too and it wouldnât be fair. (Taking into consideration that you could be invading their privacy, câmon youâre a decent human being what are they thinking?)
You had to turn down Yoongiâs suggestion when he has his arms around you and chin on your shoulder. It wasnât necessarily easy (especially when you crave for how affectionate he can get) but you knew the answer the moment he asked. So here you stood outside their door, waiting for someone to get to you but youâre certain it would be - âHey Y/N,â
With a grin, you step in and return Seokjinâs hug before entering their home. Seokjin makes sure he locks the doors properly to tend to you. However, when he does turn around, heâs unsure if heâs seeing things or if he made up that you came earlier than expected because -Â âY/N? Where are you?â
âIn here!â You holler, past a closed door of... Seokjin walks closer to the sound of your voice to see itâs coming from... Yoongiâs door.
Case closed.
//
Itâs a Thursday and that means that Seokjin would be making lunch and everyone is expected to the dining table when he calls for everyone to stop, come out here and eat and you can head back to wherever you came from. No one dares test him when it comes to meals because one, heâs cooking - so he decides when. Two, heâs Seokjin.
So when almost all are gathered by the table, six of them are left waiting for... the two who comes stalking out of Yoongiâs room who looks like they just came from another planet. Granted, everyone sleeps in until the Sun would rake their ass awake but you and Yoongi look so disoriented, itâs like... the only reason for this... well...
Taking into consideration of all those times the pair of you spend being locked up in his room... hm...
âSmells good,â You hum, sitting crossed leg with one of your kneecaps atop of Yoongiâs thigh and he doesnât mind, his palm smoothening over the material of sweatpants before reaching for his eating utensils.
âYeah, thanks - just what on earth were the two of you doing?â Seokjin takes the stance of being the oldest, raising a brow from across the table and while everyone is minding their own business and eating, theyâre most definitely listening. You accept the piece of chicken Yoongi feeds you and chew slowly before turning your head to make eye contact with him. Swallowing, you can see that Yoongi is just as confused as you are.
Facing forward, you shrug, âNothing, really,â
âReally?â Seokjin tilts his head, âNothing?â
âLook if itâs because we took too long to get to the table,â A hand on your chest for emphasis, âIn my defense, Yoongi sometimes has two left feet when he wakes up. Pity me here,â
Yoongi snorts as he stuffs his mouth with rice, âThatâs a lie and you know it,â
âReally?â You turn to face him slightly, food long forgotten, âWhat about that time you tripped over air to get to the bathroom?â
âThat was one time,â He scoffs.
âThat was yesterday. And after your shower,â
Meanwhile, on the other side of the spectrum, Seokjin intends to press more into getting some real answers but Namjoon places a hand on said personâs shoulder. Seokjin turns to Namjoon who shakes his head, signalling that thereâs another time than this and everyone else at the table is far more amused to hear you and Yoongi debate whether he does or does not have two left feet when he wakes up.
//
Six heads are in front of the door of a person who is probably still half-dead inside but they decide that itâs time and itâs a mixture of not giving a shit. They make a pact that okay, if weâre all dying, at least we have each other. And itâs ridiculous how all of them are this afraid of one person who they could easily overthrow if they really wanted. Well, guess they said aura could depict how scary a person could truly be.
So, Hoseok makes the first move to barge in and the five of them follow his lead. What starts off so confident with hyung we need to talk to you to not being able to answer when Yoongi pulls off his headset and turns around in his seat, calmly asking: âAbout what?â
He looks genuinely surprised that all of them are wondering just what they mightâve been on to suspect anything but whatever, letâs get back on track here.
Jimin and Jungkook stalk over to drag Yoongi by his chair despite his protest of what the fuck! But with Taehyung in the mix, the three of them manage to pull him out of his room and drag him all the way to the living room. All six of the circle around him and damn right, theyâre making full use of you not being here to be brutally honest with him.
As him, to them.
âWhat the fuck is going on?â Yoongiâs seething with anger, mostly confused as he quickly checks to see if his headset is ruined and is fuming when it is because of how hard they ripped it off to get him out here. âAnd you fucks just ruined my headset that Y/N got me, you guys better have a solid reason for this,â
The room falls into a tensed silence when no one dares to speak up. A mutual agreement around the circle and Namjoon decides to clear his throat to get the conversation going.
âHyung, we just want to know for the sake of knowing and also just to make sure the two of you donât do anything stupid,â
âWhat on ratâs ass are you going on about, Joon?â Yoongi clutches onto the headset, narrowing his eyes at the younger peering over him from the height difference and even more when Yoongi is the only one seated and everyoneâs standing around.
âWell, weâve noticed that you and Y/N spend awfully a lot of time together ever since you got together,â Hoseok tries to explain, while Jimin takes over from there when Hoseok doesnât know how to continue.
âAnd while we know itâs normal for couples to do so, we just realize that itâs a lot of time spent in... well... in your...â
âIn your bedroom, where thereâs a bed,â Jungkook takes a chance to fill in, and everyone slaps their forehead at the comeback that he presents Yoongi with.
âYeah? Thatâs why itâs a bedroom? Like how a bathroom has a bathtub?â Yoongi laughs in disbelief, but you can tell heâs still angry based on the fact that your hard-earned money is torn off in his hands. He tries to get up and end the whole discussion but with hands from Taehyung from behind that pushes him down and all of them hurdling in, Yoongi starts to think if he fucked up anywhere in between to make them think he sold his soul to the devil.
âAre the two of you having sex whenever youâre in your bedroom?â
Yoongi doesnât even know how to answer that when Hoseokâs being direct. Too direct in front of everyone but Yoongi would only be Yoongi because he answers just as quick.
âDepends. Do you want us to?â
âHe even talks like Y/N,â Jimin laughs, in return, getting hit by Jungkook who then apologizes after.
âYouâre not answering the question,â Seokjin clicks his tongue, and Yoongi rolls his eyes to glare at, well, all of them.
âNeither are any of you. Why does it matter?â
âJust answer us!â
âYou answer me first! You guys literally just broke my headset that Y/N took three months to earn to pay for and none of you are apologetic for the shit you just did,â When Yoongi raises a valid point, they want to pull their lip over their head and swallow their existence away for being so brash with things - âAnd for what? To know if me and Y/N have sex every time weâre in a bedroom together? What the fuck? So what if we do? What does it have to do with you guys?â
They can see that Yoongiâs about to make the headset crack with the pressure in his hand if they donât answer.Â
âSomeone better answer me and make this time worth it because if you guys wanted a discussion, thatâs what youâre going to get - so someone, I donât care who, give me an answer,â
Jimin does just that.
Or at least he tries to.
âW-Well we didnât want you two to get in trouble if... any mistake happens because itâs way too young for anyone here to get anyone pregnant-â
âWe use a condom if we fuck so does that answer your question?â Yoongi raises a brow, much like the sound of his disappointment as he exhales deeply. He kicks his chair back and it rolls until it hits the wall to make a loud thud that snaps everyoneâs shoulders into a jolt. He lifts up the headset that probably isnât functioning anymore, making it clear in their eyes, âYou guys better apologize to Y/N for this,â
Their eyes follow to where Yoongi throws the headset to, the sofa. In the next, Yoongiâs gone and they dare not move even after they hear rummages coming from his bedroom. Before any of them can decide to, they watch as Yoongi comes back out but this time heâs opening the main door and putting on his shoes. None of them say anything, and when they do, itâs Hoseok asking if heâs coming home for dinner and Yoongi slamming the door on his way out.
In a situation like this, Namjoon only stares at the closed wooden door and asks in a small voice:Â âWho here thinks we fucked up?â
...everyone raises their hands.
//
Itâs been two days since Yoongi returned back to the dorm.
To be more specific, two days since the incident and him actually sleeping here. Theyâve got the confirmation from you that heâs at your place to stay for a while but that only makes them sink to their guts at how Yoongi is so mad, he doesnât even want to see them. He came back within the timespan of the two days, to only get a couple of things, stuff them in his bag and then heâs completely missing in action in their own dorm.
That makes them feel worse than they actually thought they would once they got their answers. Which they still havenât got but well, itâs not the time for them to be getting answers when they should be getting forgiveness.
So here the same six appear in front of a door, but this time itâs a door to someone else and that someone else is the other half of Yoongi who is also you. Knowing that you could be on Yoongiâs side to not open the door for them, they got to contact your roommate who Namjoon has the number to in case of emergencies and of course, the leader. Your roommate was nice enough to understand and hear them out from their point of view and decides to open the door for them to welcome them.
They head inside with a variety of snacks, a cake and a bunch of balloons that range from love you to forgive me you sack of shit we just care for you. When everything is set up on the table, they wait around for your roommate to get you to come out. But when it all gets too quiet for anyone to be alive, the six boys decide to follow to where your room is, only to see the possible reason that would paint them to be horrible human beings than the intended thought they have in their mind.
It seems like your roommate is already used to it, saying that it would be best to leave the two of you a while and she excuses herself to head back out from six dudes staring at the scenario unfold. There Yoongi is, in the bedroom with you, but doing things they shouldâve known from the beginning. Youâre wrapped in Yoongiâs arms, the blanket draped over your figures and Yoongi looks so peaceful in his sleep. You on the other hand, is the exact mirror but curled up in Yoongiâs chest and if it wasnât for the fact that they fucked up, they would be taking pictures now but they canât quite do that unless they want a death wish.
Instead, all of them back out and Jungkook carefully closes the door, only to raise his hand to Namjoonâs question.
âWho thinks weâre all idiots for thinking all they do is have sex?â
Now your roommate is raising her hand too.
((âyou guys think we have sex every time weâre in his room? do you guys have any idea how tiring that would be?â your arms are folded in front of your chest when you see your headset youâve bought for yoongi is broken on the table, alongside a cake that writes:Â âweâre sorry we broke your headset :(â. while youâre not entirely mad, you just think itâs ridiculous and yoongi follows your suit beside you, facing the row of boys across the dining table. (your roommate left, something along the lines of not wanting to witness a family argument unravel)
âwell! weâre just worried! what if hyung gets you pregnant or-âyoongi stares at hoseok, who now shuts up without another word.
âguys, we admit, we do have sex every now and then-â
âoh my god-â
âseriously? you fucking shits dragged me out of my room to ask me that and now you-âyour hand pushes yoongi by the chest gently, calming him down to stop mid sentence so you can take over calmly. âbut most of the time, weâre just taking naps together and sleeping. though iâm flattered you think weâre able to do so,â
â...weâre sorry, y/n,â
âand to hyung, too,â
âwe shouldâve just asked directly than to... well...â
âeh, whatâs done is done. but-â
âdonât worry!â
âweâll buy hyung another headset, just the same one!â
ânah, i have something else in mind.â
//
here six guys stand, by the side walk, with a board that holds up saying:Â âweâre dudes that broke our friendâs very expensive headset because we wanted to know if he has sex with his partner when all they do is take naps weâre stupidâ.
âthis is why i love you,â yoongi grins, taking many, many photos.))




