drabble - kitchen scene from yoongi’s perspective?
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OOO harrow this is an interesting one. sorry it took so long! hope you enjoy this one (and don’t hurt me too much for the end ajdkdjksfh)
3tan drabble: fireworks (kitchen), yoongi pov genre: fluff, angst wc: 863
"Did you see the look on his face?"
Yoongi turns to one of his friends as they make their way to the next house, confused. "No, what happened?"
"He tried to ask that new girl out and got decked by her girlfriend."
"Shouldn't've been talking shit."
Laughs erupt when his group barges into the garage door that leads to his house's kitchen, and he's one of the last ones through. It's nice to have all of his guys together on a night like this - a night they don't have to worry about anything other than bringing in the new year.
Oh, shit. Why are you in the kitchen? Alone?
Are you avoiding the fireworks like he’s pretending not to?
While his friends are saying hi to you and giving polite hugs, he watches your face and tries not to check you out too much in your outfit. But when it's his turn, he can't help his tipsy body from doing just that.
“Sup.”
“Hey." He likes how you lean into him. “Long time, no see.”
“No kidding.”
As his friends start their usual chaos, Yoongi keeps his hand on the counter behind you, wondering if you'll even notice.
“Gimme some. Hurry the fuck up!”
“Hold on, shit!”
“Y’all slow as hell.”
“Get yourself some then? The fuck?”
Speaking of alcohol, he could use more. Being this close to you is doing things to his brain that he can't need or want. So he reaches behind you to grab an empty cup.
“Damn, I need a hit.”
“Same.”
“Bet. Yoong, we’re heading out back.”
In a fleeting moment, Yoongi makes a decision based purely off of his own selfishness. “K. Be out in a sec.”
When his friends head out back, he watches with amusement as you keep your eyes on them instead of him. He doesn’t know why he decided to linger behind, but at least he gets to see you try to not be embarrassed, and that’s always fun for him.
Tilting his cup to your side, he waits for you to finally notice him.
“Lemme have some of that,” he says when you turn.
“Sure.”
Yoongi watches as you silently pour his drink, and then continue to be silent as you lean on the counter beside him. For someone as demanding as you, it’s interesting to see you so quiet.
So he takes a drink, prolonging the awkwardness you’re probably harboring inside that cute head of yours.
“How’s life?”
There it is.
Yoongi can’t help but laugh. “Life’s good. You?”
An adorable sound leaves your mouth before you respond, timid, “Life’s… good. Nothing too bad.”
“That’s all we need, right?”
“I’ll say.” You take a drink before asking the last thing he expects to come out of this conversation, “How’s the music thing?”
Shocked and wondering how the hell you know about that part of his life, he feels himself tensing as he mutters, “What?”
“I saw equipment on your desk.”
“When did y—oh.” He can’t help but scan the room, hoping no one that knows the both of you overheard. It wouldn’t fare good for either of you if someone knew you were at his place at some point. He hasn’t hosted a party in a minute, which would be the only explanation for you to be there. Lost in thoughts and minor worries, he just offers a quick, “It’s going.”
“Riveting. Don’t forget me when you’re famous and doing hour-long interviews because you can’t shut up.”
Well, that was also unexpected. He loves your wit but hates you for tugging a sudden laugh out of his mouth. “Ass.”
“Someone’s gotta take you down a couple pegs.”
“And you think it’s gotta be you, huh?”
“Of course. Little sister syndrome.”
Yoongi shakes his head with a mix of disgust and amusement. “Don’t ever say that around me again.”
“Oh, you’re right, huh.” Your laugh is nice to his ears, even nicer when it comes out as a giggle. “Eww.”
“So childish.”
“Little sis--”
He goes to clamp a hand over your mouth, but you move away from him while beaming, your cup almost spilling the champagne inside.
As much as he wants to stay, Yoongi knows he’s already been here with you long enough. Besides, he can already see one of the girls from earlier tonight making a beeline for him. He knows exactly what’s going to happen next.
So he sighs. “Well, I gotta go.”
In a last second attempt to talk to you one last time, he decides to tell you about that spot he found a few years back. The one where he goes to enjoy the fireworks when he can finally get away. “But, hey. If you’re looking for a nice spot for fireworks, go upstairs. This house has a sweet balcony view of the whole neighborhood.”
Your face flashes with curiosity immediately. “Really?”
“Mm.”
You nod. “Thank you. I’ll check it out.”
Yoongi smiles before his arm is predictably pulled and a triumphant, slurred “I found him!” assaults his ear. He laughs at how terribly predictable these things are now.
And when he swings his head back to say bye to you, you’re already turned around.
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a/n: I HOPE YOURE ALL HAPPY WITH THESE DECISIONS!!!
