I AM HERE FOR YOUR FOLLOWER MILESTONE YOU GLORIOUS LADY. CONGRATS. YOU DESERVE EACH FOLLOWER. AND MORE. ALWAYS MORE. ok soooooo imma challenge you sweetpea. Yoongi and reader in an Immortal/Neighbour AU with the mixture of quotes (up to you if you use all three or pick and choose from these!) 262, 293, 294. Though this is definitely crackish- if you want to make this romantic, smutty, friendly- I leave to you maestro. ONCE AGAIN CONGRATS BEBE, SO PROUD OF YOU TTT___TTT
(for my milestone drabble game, now closed.)
Hold Me Tight
âpairing: Immortal Yoongi x human Readerâgenre: Immortal!AU, Neighbors!AU, fluff, humorâword count: 1785, still strugglinâ with drabblesârating: 17+âwarnings: some cursing, mostly just some soft Yoongi because I am weak for it.âprompt: âI mean heâs a good driverâŚâ âYou are not allowed to date somebody just because theyâre âgood at drivingâ + âShould I be worried you know where I live?â + âI feel like you are weirdly trying to force me to be your friend.â + Yoongiânotes: This took so long because I am trash. In other news, thereâs something about Yoongi that makes me always just want to write him soft, sarcastic, and a little aloof. I love him. But mostly, I love @serensama and I hope that she likes this despite the fact it took forever for her to receive it. I love you long time, Paril.
âThere are a lot of things you donât know, Yoongi.â
âYeah? Like what?â
âLike the fact that Hoseok is actually a good guy! He walked me to the door after our date, you know.â
Yoongi scoffs, eyes rolling as he kicks his feet up onto your coffee table. He hates the way you say his name, but he isnât going to tell you that. âIâd love to know what you think constitutes a good man.âÂ
You smack at his legs. âHe would never put his feet up on a ladies table, for starts.â You ignore the snide cursory glance he gives you, instead sipping your coffee. âHe was polite, funny. He paid for everything. I mean, heâs even a good driver.â
âYou are not allowed to date somebody just because they are âgood at drivingâ, Y/N.â
That had you turning in your seat, tucking your feet beneath you to fully face the Immortal currently manspreading on your couch on a Sunday afternoon. His hair was freshly colored, the mint unexpected but still flattering, somehow making his eyes even more sharp. Guess when one has been alive as long as Min Yoongi had, you had to switch things up from time to time to keep it interesting, but it really suit him.
âJust because you are older than me doesnât mean you get to tell me what to do, Yoongi.â you chide, but thereâs no bite. The minute the grumpy Immortal had moved into the apartment next door, you had built a small soft spot for him and his antics - even if they reminded you of an overanxious grandpa most of the time.Â
Your friendship was not traditional, but what does that word even mean any more? The world was a crazy fucking place, and living next to someone who had been born a few centuries before yourself was the least of your concerns, honestly. He had become your neighbor about six months back, settling into the long abandoned apartment and lasting about two days before you had found him standing on your doorstep at the crack of dawn, mug in his hand.Â
âHi, Iâm Yoongi. I need coffee, please.âÂ
The glare you had given him had to have been one of the most incredulous you had ever managed, especially considering the early hour -Â yet he didnât even blink, just stood waiting for you to speak.Â
âHi Yoongi. Iâm Y/N, and that sounds like a personal problem. Should I be worried you know where I live?â
You didnât miss the way he scanned you up and down, taking in your baby pink pajamas and bedhead with a sharp gaze, though it didnât feel heated - more like an assessment of sorts. He mustâve come to some sort of conclusion, because he had nodded before looking into your eyes once more.Â
âIâm your neighbor. I moved in next door a few days ago.â
âOkay, well thatâs nice and all, but I still donât know anything about you and itâs early as hell, so if you donât mind-â
You had tried to shut the door, but instead had been jolted back when a single hand stopped it from reaching its goal. âWhat do you need to know? Iâm Yoongi, Iâm an Immortal. Not anything special, just live a long time and havenât aged since I turned 26. I was born in 1714, so I am technically 305 years old now. Huh,â he cocked his head, scratching at his nape like he was struggling with this information. âI moved here to be closer to the city. Iâve decided I want to learn more about music. I like to sleep, but I canât do it for long, and also enjoy movies and discovering new red wines. I also really like coffee, but I broke my machine in the move and I noticed you carrying some out of your apartment the other day. Which is why Iâm here.âÂ
You had blinked up at him, trying to process all the information he had thrown at you despite the early hour and the lack of caffeine in your veins. It had taken a few swipes at your eyes to fight away the bleariness, to really get a good look at him. He was on the small side but still taller than you, a mop of messy bleached hair falling into his intense chocolate gaze. His lips seemed to always be in a pout, regardless if he was speaking or silent, and he was dressed casually enough for the hour - a pair of black sweatpants topped with a matching hoodie. Settling on his face once more, you saw his mouth curve in a sly smirk, and it was at that moment you had a revelation come over you - fuck, he was handsome.Â
Clearing your throat, you dropped your hands to your hips, eyeing him once more. âI feel like you are weirdly trying to force me to be your friend. Itâs strange. Then again, itâs like six in the morning and my brain is barely functioning. I guess I should be neighborly and share my coffee with you.âÂ
You two had continued talking over several cups - yours with lots of cream and sugar, his black - and discovered you had a lot in common, despite the obvious difference. An Immortal. They were prevalent these days, though usually had some sort of curse to go alongside with it - vampirism, shapeshifter, fae-touched. Yoongi had explained that he had been born, his parents both Immortals themselves, which was rare. He had been careful and had seen a lot, but was always looking for more knowledge, for the next thing to keep him occupied.Â
You had found him fascinating, witty. Smart. All the things that you tend to fall for in a man-
Nope, you werenât going there.Â
With only a few hours in your apartment in the early hours of the morning, Yoongi had quickly become your friend. Though when that day became a daily ritual of talking over a warm cup of coffee, it swiftly progressed to best friend status.
Even if most days he felt more like your father, especially when it came to his dating advice.
âThe fact that I am older than you is exactly why I can tell you what to do. I know more. I am filled with wisdom.â
It was your turn to scoff, giving him a pointed look. âYou asked me what a McGriddle was the other day. I saw you googling who the President is-â
âIâve been alive a long time! I get them mixed up sometimes!â
âYou thought Tinder was an app to make friends.â You tried to stifle your laughter, but it came sputtering past your lips anyway, much to Yoongiâs chagrin.
 âThat makes me an innocent, Y/N. Not to mention I learned real quick what the true nature was after looking through yours.â He murmurs lowly, disgust evident in how he shakes off a shudder. âWhy would so many men start a conversation with you by sending dick pics? I donât get it.âÂ
âYeah well, that makes two of us, then.âÂ
âMy point still stands. This âHoseokâ character hasnât done anything to prove himself as far as Iâm concerned. I donât think heâs good enough for you.â He set his mug down, hands coming to fidget with the throw laying haphazard in his lap. Yoongiâs brows had creased with malcontent, bottom lip jutting out until his standard pout was more of a scowl.Â
Sighing, you scoot closer to the Immortal until your thighs touch, a hand coming to play with the mint hair at his nape. Even with all his grumbling and sass, you knew it was how he showed his concern, his affection. You two had become close, and it hadnât taken long for you to realize that Yoongi was soft when it came to you.Â
âYou donât think anyone is good enough for me, Yoongi.â You cuddle into his side, enjoying the scent of pine and vanilla that lingered on his sweater. He remained silent, the only offer that he had heard you coming in the form of a palm moving to rest on your knee. From the side of your vision you could see the gears churning in his head as he sipped at his coffee, brow still furrowed but more contemplation now.Â
To his credit, he wasnât sure what bothered him so much about your date. Hoseok truly seemed harmless enough. And yet he couldnât shake it, the itch below the surface that had his skin on fire. It wasnât right, not for you-
A gasp startles you out of your thoughts, Yoongi turning to meet your gaze headon, surprise etched on his face like he just struck an epiphany. You tilt your head, lips quirked in question.Â
âThatâs because no one is good enough for you.â
You shake your head, rattling the confusion out. âExcuse me?âÂ
âNo one else is good enough for you. None of those guys know you, or what you like and donât like. None of them know how to take care of you or how to not wake you up from a nap unless they want to be on your homicide list for the day.âÂ
Softening at his words, you reach for his hand. âThat may be true, but they can learn-âÂ
He cuts you off, resting a finger against your mouth. âBut I do.â
âWhat?â
âI know you. I know all the ways you tick, all the things you love. I know how to make you smile, how to convince you to rest even when youâre being stubborn and doing that cute thing where you try to be intimidating and you puff out your cheeks-â
âI donât do that!â
âI know everything there is about you. I know how to make you happy.â Your hands were now cupped in his own, his face suddenly much closer than it was moments before. âIâd be good for you. Iâd make you happy, Y/N.âÂ
Surely your heart was beating loud enough that he could hear it, words etching and dying in your throat. There are a hundred things you want to say, a million things you want to ask, so instead you meet his gaze once more before youâre pressing your lips against his.Â
He was soft, so soft, gentle pressures and light glides of his pink tongue molding against the seam of your mouth until you were panting, pulling away only enough to fill your lungs.
âYou think so?â you breathe, the teasing remark landing a bit flat and a bit more love struck than you had intended.Â
He smirks at you, the action devastating this close. âI know so. I am filled with wisdom, after all.âÂ













