“You’re so needy when you’re drunk” you say, rolling your eyes, “It’s cute.”
Yoongi stumbles a little at your words, the neon lights from the club hitting his eyes, shading them pink (or purple?) for a fraction of a second. He looks at you, and despite your annoyance, you feel yourself starting to burn for him. It’s so slow - a familiar feeling somewhere in your guts, like flames spreading on gasoline.
“Why don’t you just fuck me right here, in front of all these people?” he shouts in your ear, his chin flicking up in a sneer that he doesn’t mean to look as tough as it does. You know this, because as he does it his hands still seek out yours, and he pulls you onto him gently. You start to smile despite yourself. It’s Yoongi after all.
People mill around you and as you look at him you feel all your anger at him - for getting drunk quicker than you, for acting like such an idiot all night, for being a brat - all of it melts away. He smiles at you and you hang your head, shaking it before looking back up at him. “I love you,” you smile, kissing him as he hiccups a giggle into your mouth, “... you jerk.”
-Ask/Prompt by Anon, #3 + #39, w/ Yoongi
