Erin, would you consider writing a short lil sumthin sumthin for not your fairytale couple? Like maybe joon catching them being couple-y and they have to come clean to him? Ily, congrats on your milestone you deserve it and everything lovely in this world!!đđ
[ read not your fairytale ]
Despite how far heâs come, he still sometimes struggles to meet you, to not shy away. Itâs hard when heâs found so much comfort in the dark, in the quiet. Youâre like a tropical July, the sun on the hottest day of summer. Thereâs nowhere to run when youâve set your sights on him, coaxing and pleading and so glorious he canât possibly say no. (And trust him - he tries. Grumbles quietly under his breath when you settle into his lap, stamp a kiss against the soft soft skin of his neck and giggle that sweet sound that heâs grown obsessed with through the years.)
âYoongi,â you purr. Itâs his favourite sound (not his name, but your voice, a melody that sinks beneath his skin and threads his limbs together, makes everything make sense). He glares at you in response. Tries to, anyway, failing miserably when you turn the full force of your affection upon him.
Who is he to deny you when youâre spring showers and bright citrus, tart on his tongue and sunflower yellow? Â
âHeâll be home any second.â Heâs not sure what he means when he says it. Is it a threat? A warning? A reminder? It feels like all three, spoken in a dead language. Even when he tells himself to stop - to gently remove you from your spot against him, place a careful amount of distance between your bodies - he makes no move to do so. Simply sinks further into your warmth when you curl into him like a cat, scratch across the tired line of his back in that way he loves best.
âDo you want me to stop?â Itâs innocent enough, paired with big glossy eyes and a smile that makes his heart stop, tripping over itself in its haste to return to normal.
Did he? Of course not. Heâs wanted this for much too long, dreamt about you for years and years until youâd finally become a reality, fully-formed and beautiful. Youâre undeniable and he knows you know that. Thereâs no one that could do to him what you do to him - drawing him from his shell, wiping that painted scowl away as easily as chalk on a broken sidewalk. Itâs you, because itâs always been you.
(But then again, itâs always been him, too. Your brother. His best friend.)
(He wishes it meant something, that it held any weight when put up beside you.)
(Sometimes, Yoongi feels like a bad friend. Like heâs crossed some invisible line and now heâs all but thrown himself off the cliff it led to, treading water, trying not to drown. Youâre holding his hand though - always are, whenever you can get away with it, whether itâs under the table or in the few hours your brotherâs away - and itâs not that scary. Heâs never tired. You keep him going.)
âYouâre the worst,â he hums, terribly tender. Defenseless, as if every layer has been stripped from his shoulders, as if youâd reduced him to nothing but a heart that beats with you, for you.
âCan you blame me?â
Frankly, he canât. He wants all of these moments just as bad, if not worse. Craves them like he does cake - layers of it, syrup-drenched and saccharine. (Something to soothe his cravings, though nothingâs quite as sweet as you.) He just needs to be careful, doesnât know how to turn that side of his brain off. It whines and whirs all through the night, keeping him awake even when he should be focused on only one thing. (You.)
A sigh comes in tandem with his surrender, a white flag held aloft as he takes you as wholly as he wants, cages you against his chest and buries his face into the silk of your hair. âFive more minutes.â
âTen,â you argue, because youâre infuriating and endearing andâ
It turns out to be one. Less than one. Less than zero. Â
Because your brotherâs standing in the doorway, sneakers half-off and the strangest expression on his face. A blend of gobsmacked and horrified, not a single sound breaking the sudden silence. Yoongi swears he could hear a pin drop; he feels the way you practically jump out of your skin when Namjoonâs bag hits the tile.
âWhatââ
âWe can explainââ
In true sibling nature, your words run into each other. Your brotherâs get lost in the hysteria of your own, a sharp laugh tripping off your tongue and cracking into a thousand little pieces. For a moment, Yoongi thinks you might scramble out of his arms, form together a handful of excuses. Youâve always had a terrible poker face.
(Did it matter though, when your hands were laid out, clear as day? Probably not.)
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