#ilikeyoo

Min Yoongi has a beautiful smile. And because it was so rare when he did smile, it was an especially momentous occasion. Yet, here he was, teeth bared and eyes creased so that you could see three smiles instead of one on his face. He gave eyesmile prince a whole other meaning.

“Why so happy,” Namjoon asked in perfect English besides him. You were surprised that the younger man had so openly put his Hyung on the spot, but Yoongi only turned with a brighter smile. “Are you looking at pictures of Min Holly?”

Yoongi shook his head and pulled his baseball cap to hide his face before bursting out in laughter. “My girlfriend.”

“You have a girlfriend,” you asked, looking away from him quickly as he turned to face you. The corners of his lips loosened a bit, but he kept his smile. “When can we meet her?” Seemed like a subject neither of us wanted to talk about.

You didn't really want to meet her, either.

“Yeah, what she said,” Namjoon nudged you with his shoulder, a goofy grin plastered on his. Namjoon had always been one of your closer friends, and you knew he knew how you felt. You thought about asking him to go drinking with me, forgetting about prior plans.

“I’ll bring her around sometime.” Yoongi looked back down at his phone, his smile growing wider. “She’d like some more girlfriends.” You couldn’t imagine being friends with someone who had stolen your opportunity at being closer to Yoongi. Or maybe it was just that you had lost your chance.

“What’s her name?”

“Seulgi,” a happy sigh escaped the older boy’s lips.

“Red Velvet’s Seulgi?”

“No,” Yoongi shook his head before adjusting his fringe on his forehead and replacing the cap on his head for better effect. “She’s not like us.” She isn’t famous, is what he means.

At that moment, Namjoon stood and began to shrug on his jacket, replacing the sunglasses on his eyes. He picked up the bubble tea he bought from the cafe we were at and took one last sip before tossing it in the trash closest to the two of you. “I have to go meet up with PD, so I’ll see you guys later. Same place?”

“Of course,” you smiled weakly, scared to be alone with Yoongi and this new information.

“Bring Seulgi,” Namjoon winked at his paler counterpart and saluted goodbye, barely allowing the word ‘Brat’ to escape Yoongi’s lips.

A minute lapsed as you sat in silence. Yoongi refused to look up from his cell phone, and you didn’t feel like bothering him. Without a word, you stood, similarly to when Namjoon left, and just waved, hoping he’d notice something. Anything.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yes. I have to finish composing this last song by tomorrow.” You took a music class, and it was hell. Three songs were due a week, and if you were lucky, which was almost a 2% chance, you’d get to have it produced and used. Possibly even sell it.

“Want any help?”

“I don’t want to bother you.”

His gummy smile appeared, and you nearly melted in the dull sun. “I’m probably the one bothering you. I haven’t been good company, huh?”

“I wouldn’t say that.” What a lie. You wanted him to pay attention to you--not some random girl named Seulgi.

“I’ll take you home, and we can work on your song. We dragged you here without any concern for your own work.”

“It’s all good,” you insisted, grabbing your jean jacket and tossing it over your arm as you followed Yoongi along the sidewalk to your apartment. “You guys are always working and I wanted to hang out. Besides, you were dragged along, too. Namjoon moves at his own pace.”

“For a guy with such a high IQ, he’s pretty dumb.”

“No opposition from me,” you laughed with Yoongi, coming upon your apartment. He’d finally put the damn phone away, but the walk had been so short. You unlocked the door slowly, fidgeting with the key. “You’re coming in?”

“Why not?”

“Do you want anything to drink,” you closed the door behind him as he walked in and allowed him to move into your little office where all your music composing instruments were. He yelled out with a brief, ‘No’, and you followed inside.

“Let’s hear what you have so far,” and you opened your laptop and passed him the headphones. He covered his ears and listened intently, his expression morphing into one of focus. He nodded his head along ever so slightly, sexily biting his lip unconsciously. When your song ended, he took off the headphones and placed them on the table and gave you another gummy smile. “It’s great so far. Almost nothing to say.”

“Almost?”

“Maybe some background waterfall effects near the end?” He unplugged the headphones and made the change, allowing you to hear it as well. The result made you smile and you yelped out in happiness.

“What can I say; I’m a genius,” Yoongi crossed his legs and shrugged, smirking.

“Min Suga Genius jjang jjang man bboongbboong,” you teased, noticing how quickly his pleased expression transformed into one of a grimace. Before you knew what was happening, Yoongi’s body pressed against yours and you both fell down in a heap. His hands came down to your stomach and began to mercilessly tickle you, causing an eruption of giggles.

“No!”

“We don’t talk about that,” his response was breathy and slow, and you would’ve thought about how sexy it was if you weren’t dying of laughter.

“Stop, stop, please!”

“What’s the magic word?” His voice got lower with each vowel.

“Jjang jja-” You tried to wrestle him away, but despite how petite Yoongi looked sometimes, he was so strong. His hands came down on your wrists and pinned you down, and your giggles slowly faded. Your heart beat faster, and his eyes stared down at you.

“It’s a good song. You really didn’t need me.”

“I never asked for your help,” you muttered under your breath.

“You never really said no, y/n.”

“Because I didn’t want you to leave,” the words escaped your lips so delicately, you almost couldn’t believe you said it.

“You never want me to leave,” he chuckled, releasing his hold on you. Something came over you, and you reached out and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling Yoongi closer to you. Your lips came down on his sloppily, quickly, and you climbed into his lap to steady yourself. He was still at first, but as your hands moved up into his hair, knocking his baseball cap onto the floor, his hands came around your waist. Your tongue slipped past his lips, faintly tasting the coffee he had at the cafe.

Arousal overcame you and pushed you impossibly closer, but that seemed to trigger him. As you pressed against Yoongi, he pushed you away. It was sudden, and you almost thought he didn’t mean it, but the look of disappointment on his face said it all.

“Um, sorry...Oppa, sorry, I didn’t mean it.” Cue the word vomit. You panicked. You stood up and apologized profusely, never giving the older boy a chance to speak.

You were growing weary of saying so many variations of sorry, and just in time, Yoongi put a stop to your idiocy.

“Sorry, y/n. I have to go...That was a mistake.” He didn’t smile, he didn’t say anything else. He picked up his cap off the floor and slicked his hair back before putting on the hat and moving past you to the door. You heard the release of the lock and the door softly close behind him as he left, leaving you to wallow in self-regret.

“Fuck...fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” You cursed yourself, shoving the chair out of your way as you moved into the tiny living room of your apartment. You collapsed onto the couch and covered your face with a throw pillow, feeling your face grow warm and your eyes even hotter. It didn’t take long for you to notice your tears soaking the pillow, but you made no move to stop them.

“Always screwing things up,” you hissed angrily at yourself. You fell asleep with tear stricken eyes and an aching heart.

The sound is sudden and loud. You awaken frightened, jumping from the couch. In your pocket, your cell phone rings obnoxiously, and you make a move to decline the call. You didn’t feel like talking to anyone.

You remembered your assignment and tossed your phone on the couch, moving back into your little office. As you sat down, your fingers lightly touched your lips. They were swollen. With the kiss you’d stolen from Yoongi, came the expense of your friendship with Yoongi. You told yourself you couldn’t help it. He was so dense from the beginning, anyway. You’d dropped hint after hint, but he was either dead-set on ignoring those hints, or truly just dumb as a post. Min Suga Genius, your ass.

You quickly finished up the song in record time, absentmindedly adding other effects, and burned the tracks to a CD, casing it and putting it in your book bag so you wouldn’t forget it in the morning. You checked the time. Nearly 9 at night. What a long nap.

You moved into the kitchen and made yourself some coffee, reminiscing about how bitter the kiss had been.

RING!

That damn phone again.

Namjoon.

“What do you want, Rap Monster,” you enunciated his stage name with rage.

“Did you forget, y/n? We’re supposed to meet up, and if you’ve forgotten, you’re going to be late.”

“I’m not going,” you thought about how all of Bangtan would be there, and if what Namjoon had said has gotten to Yoongi, then his girlfriend would be there, too. It was safe to say that all of Bangtan were charmers, and Namjoon was the only one without a girlfriend. For now. Usually, you’d get to hang out with Yoongi as the rest of them flirted around, but you couldn’t do that now.

“What do you mean you’re not going?! You finished your song, didn’t you?”

“No,” you lied. “I’m working on it now.”

“I know for a fact Yoongi-hyung helped you out. You’re not even in your office.”

“How would you know that? And yes, I am.”

“When you’re working on music, you refused to get up unless you’re burned out or finished. Burned out, as in you’ve fallen dead tired. Your lights are on, and you’re in your kitchen.”

You looked out your window and found Namjoon smirking up at you, dimple staring you in the eye challengingly.

“Asshole,” you shouted, gaining a few shouts from your neighbors.

“Come on! Everyone else is already there!”

“Fine,” you grumbled, changing into skinny jeans and a tank top. You grabbed the jean jacket you wore earlier and slipped on your Vans before meeting your friend outside, his smile irritating you to Earth’s ends.

“Cute,” Namjoon commented, opening the passenger side door for you and allowing you to slip into his rental car. He slammed the door behind you and ushered to the driver’s side before driving to the club.

“Is... Yoongi … is Yoongi gonna be there?” Your voice was full of uncertainty. You asked this every time, but there was a different meaning to this. You hoped he wouldn’t be there.

“I don’t know. He didn’t answer any of our calls.”

“He’s probably asleep.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s good.”

It wasn’t good. When Namjoon parked the car in the lot, escorting you into your normal spot, you not only found the normal group of 6 besides Namjoon and the rest of the boys’ dates ,but an unfamiliar girl.

“You must be y/n,” she smiled immediately, and her gummy smile made you shrink behind Namjoon shyly and angrily.

“Y/n!” Taehyung shouted out happily, jumping up with Hoseok to greet you. Their girlfriends, Rhea and Momo, waved at you enthusiastically, holding their alcoholic drinks.

“Why are you being so shy,” Jin laughed from his seat, shooting Yoongi’s companion a smile.

After your returned the two eccentric boy’s hugs, you excused yourself to the restroom and locked yourself in a stall. The room smelled of cleaning product and alcohol, and you regretted not putting up more of a fight to stay home.

You heard a girly shriek and someone say, “pervert”, rolling your eyes. Namjoon peeped over the stall doors and looked down at you.

“Pervert,” you reiterated as you looked up at him.

“You look hideous.”

“Gee, thanks,” you swiped at your eyes, drying up the tears.

“I didn’t know.”

“I know.”

“You should let him go.”

“I know.”

“He’s a jerk.”

“Not really.”

“Yeah, he is… He knows about your feelings, y/n.”

“Oh, really? Does he? And how?”

“It didn’t take the rest of the world too long to find out, y/n. You’re better off without him.”

“God! I know, Namjoon! I don’t need a psychologist.”

“Sure. Come on, I’ll take you home.” You sighed and unlocked the doors to the stall. As soon as you set foot outside the stall, Namjoon’s arm came around you and embraced you.

“The whole world can see it, Namjoon.”

“I know.”

“I can’t return your feelings.” It seemed the two of you were stuck in a hard place.

“I know.”

You spent the rest of the night beside Namjoon, doing shots alone and complaining about the maknae line. When it came time, the club closed, and you somehow felt relieved.

“Let’s go,” Namjoon announced when the bouncer began to round up people and phoen taxis for the too-drunk.

“Yes,” you yelped aloofly, “Let’s!”

Namjoon chuckled at your inability to stand and wrapped an arm around your waist, just as a hand grasped your shoulder. You both turned to see Yoongi’s veins bulging in his arm as he took you into his arms.

“I’ll take y/n home. She’s closer on my way. Seulgi lives in your complex, doesn’t she?”

Seulgi lay on the couch, passed out.

“She’s your girlfriend, isn’t she? Going out of your way shouldn’t be so hard.”

“I’m trying to help you out, Namjoon. Bros before girls.”

“Before hoes,” you slurred, interrupting the two with giggles.

“She isn’t some girl, though,Yoongi.”

“Neither is y/n. Come on, I want to sleep just as much as you.”

You felt the awkward silence and before long, you felt all of your body weight transfer to Yoongi as he supported you. Namjoon stared the two of you down before bending at the waist and pressing a kiss to your forehead, staring Yoongi in the eyes all the while. As if challenging him.

“You always get so drunk, y/n,” Yoongi mumbled as he carried you to his own car. He placed you in the passenger seat and buckled you in before beginning the drive to your flat. Silence consumed the car and you couldn’t wait to be in your own bed. With every passing moment, and the breeze flying in through the windows Yoongi had slid down, you grew more and more sober.

“I really liked you,” you muttered, lacking the slur.

“Really?”

“I think I loved you.”

“Not possible.”

“Why not?”

His answer didn’t come. He pulled to a stop in the mini driveway and didn’t move for a second. In a flash of hot fury, you opened the door and stomped to the doorway, ignoring your unrequited crush as he called after you.

Your hand fished the key out of my pocket and fidgeted with the doorknob, but it wasn’t budging. You felt his presence, and soon, he took the key from you and unlocked the door. You snatched the key out of his hand and glared at him before attempting to slam the door, but his hand stopped it from closing all the way.

“Did you want to be a boyfriend stealer, y/n?”

“Fuck off,” you hissed, shoving him out of the way, but his hand grasped your wrist and he pushed you into further into your home. Without much of a fuss, he pulled you into him, and you could feel his erection dig into your lower stomach. A gasp escaped your lips and you struggled to move away from him. If anything, all it did was cause his erection to be more noticeable as it poked harder into you.

“Y/n.”

“I thought you didn’t like me,” you gave up.

“That’s what you thought.” His face came closer towards yours and your eyes fluttered closed, expecting his lips to press against your own. You thought about how much of an idiot you must’ve been, must’ve seemed like letting him kiss you after everything that had happened. This time, it was him who progressed the kiss, taking your head between his large palms and pulling you deeper, deeper into the kiss, ignoring the alcoholic taste in your mouth as you swallowed up the fruity taste in his.

“I do like you, y/n,” he breathed, somehow leading you to the couch. “Too much.”

His lips pressed against yours, kissing you hard. It was a different kiss from before, and when you wanted to indulge in it more, he drew his lips away from you and kissed along your jaw. Down your neck. You breathed in and out heavily, almost as if you were suffocating.

You felt the slickness of his tongue as he licked your collarbone, and your hands grasped his head and pulled him to you again, kissing him. His teeth dragged along your bottom lip and tugged. He was into lip-biting apparently, and for as long as you’d known him, it wasn’t a surprise.

His hands work fast, unbuttoning your jeans and your blouse, allowing you to kick off the jeans yourself, leaving your bra exposed. At this point, he is taking off his own shirt, kissing the top of your breast. You reach behind you, unhooking the bra. Yoongi licks and kisses both exposed nipples, causing you to spontaneously shiver.

He continues down your body, onto your belly, leaving butterfly kisses. Your hands grasp at the throw pillows on the couch, finding that they’re useless and reach around Yoongi’s larger body. “Stop,” you moaned.

“Hm?”

“Yoongi…”

“What… Seulgi…” You were at the ends of your rope.

“I told you,” he hummed, musically almost. You thought, for a split second, if he wasn’t a rapper, he really could have been a singer. Deep and raspy. “...boyfriend stealer. I’m starving, y/n.” You felt him rip down your panties and his breath was warm.

With his middle and index finger, he spread the lips of your pussy and went all out, struck hard and fast, with incredibly powerful tongue-work that made my mouth sore almost instantly, and you screamed. Your screams and moans rattled the room and echoed off the walls. He slid his arms underneath your ass and grasped your lower back firmly. With the added leverage, Yoongi pulled you into him while pushing his face further into you.

"Oh my god. Oh. My. Don't stop, DON'T STOP!" in a heartbeat, your body tensed up sharply and you quickly grabbed onto his arm and squeezed with the intensity of your shrieking, wet orgasm. It happened. You shot warm juices onto the edge of his bottom lip.

He hummed, almost as if satisfied, but he didn’t end there. He pulled his tongue out of you, face dripping wet. You swallowed strongly and looked into his eyes as he mumbled lowly, "I'm not done, y/n, I'm not stopping until you can't stand."

“Yoongi…”

“You understand why this hasn’t happened until now, right?”

He unbuckled his jeans and lowered them, letting his cock pop out. “I like it rough, and you’re too petite. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

Beneath your insanity, you had a little rationale.

“What a bullshit reason,” you hissed, grasping him hard and positioning him so you would meet perfectly.