Yoongi Scenario: Jealous
A/N: I was getting in touch with my feels while writing this, I couldn’t help it… The gif doesn’t match perfectly but it’ll give you a feel. Kinda angst, kinda fluffy bc why not? Anyways, please enjoy and feel free to make requests! ~ Admin A
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Yoongi had always been known for being quiet and not too excitable, he was often found in silence and small glances; but not when he was with you. He had always up to you since you two had gotten close and started dating. He was much louder (and weirder) and secretly sentimental than you thought before, but you enjoyed it.
But something was off about today and you knew it by the way he acted. He had picked you up from a late lunch with a few of your friends and hadn’t said a single word to you. Even when he was in one of his moods he usually at least asked how your day was, buy tonight you were getting none of that from him. In fact recently you’d gotten almost nothing from him, and it made you feel bad.
“Yoongi..?” you said after a while of what felt like a painful silence.
He didn’t respond, he didn’t even glance your way.
“Babe, are you okay?” you tried again, using a sweet voice that usually got something out of him.
Yet the theme seemed to continue and you still got nothing from him, the way he was acting you may as well have been invisible or both there at all.
For the rest of the car ride you tried to ignore it, not wanting to make something of nothing or to pry at something he may want to work out on his own.
But by the time you got home, you had to admit you were successfully getting pissed off. You had tried several times to get anything from him, even tried holding his hand, but he continually shrugged you off.
You were willing to deal with him quietly though because you loved him and understood he was just difficult some nights. And you would have kept your cool, you were so close to keeping it until when you tried to walk into your apartment and he practically threw the door in your face, YOUR door. That’s when you lost it.
“God dammit, Yoongi, what is you fucking issue tonight?!” you yelled, now stoping in and slamming the door shut behind you.
Yoongi didn’t turn around.
“Am I talking to myself here? Answer me! You’ve ignored me all night like I don’t exist, you haven’t said a word, you’ve done nothing but be rude. What’s your issue?” You were still yelling, unable to use your ‘inside voice’.
Yoongi finally turned around, “Nothing.”
You wanted to scream, “Nothing? Nothing! That’s bullshit, what is it?”
You weren’t screaming anymore and the balls your fists had formed earlier let up, you were slightly relieved to have provoked a response at all from him.
“I said it’s nothing, so it’s nothing. I’m going home.” He started to walk to the door but you stepped in front of him to block his way.
“No you’re not, we’re going to talk about whatever this is.” You were stern now, which was unlike you most of the time.
“No, I’m leaving.”
It went back and forth between the two of you for a while, until your stubbornness finally got to him.
“Yoongi, fucking talk to me!”
“If you want to talk about it so much then go talk to Taehyung, it’s all you’ve been doing for the past month anyway!” His words hit you like a sledgehammer, and he knew it, but he was of no concern.
You backed up, no longer blocking his path to the door, your mind went blank from his words.
Despite his clear path he didn’t walk out, instead he turned around and walked back to your bedroom, proceeding to slam the door.
You were left by the door alone with nothing but his words. You didn’t know what to make of them and you couldn’t think straight anymore, in fact you could barely think at all. You decided to go for a walk in an attempt to properly clear your mind and think about what he’d said. It was late but you didn’t care, you couldn’t stand to just stand there looking like an idiot in your own home.
You had walked for half an hour before you stopped, you sat on the railing of a bridge over a little river and looked at the water. Te walking had helped, you could think better now, you could hear what he said better.
You’d never known Yoongi to get jealous, he’d never expressed the emotion to you, even in the past when guys had flirted with you around him, he never showed any of it. But then why now did he seem so upset about something as little as you hanging out with Tae? Why was he so bothered by it?
It didn’t make sense to you as to why he felt like that but it had certainly made him feel bad based on his reaction. But he knew tae was your friend and even then you usually only hung out with him when you were with all of Bangtan or when you would wait for Yoongi at the studio when he stayed late. Of course you’d spent a lot of time with him and grown close but your feelings for him were nothing compared to the millions of butterflies Yoongi constantly gave you.
In the midst of your deep thought you were interrupted by the sound of loud footprints and pants very close to you. You snapped around, ready to defend yourself. But your defensive attitude let up quick when you saw Yoongi standing a few feet away from you out of breath, trying to balance himself, his hands on his knees and his head down.
“Yoongi, are you okay?” you asked and jumped down to his side.
He looked up at you from his stance but didn’t say a word, he just stood up straight and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. You didn’t quite know how to respond after his sudden out burt before but you didn’t want to push him away, for fear that he would distance himself from you.
He broke the silence abruptly, “Why would you just leave like that?! How could you walk out like that?!”
“What do you mean? I-“ you were ready to defend your actions but he interrupted you.
“I was so worried about you”
You froze, his grip tightened around you, and once again your mind went blank. He was being so confusing, you didn’t know how or what to think.
After a few moments he finally let go of you, except for your hand, which he held loosely. You looked up at him but he avoided eye contact, even so, you could tell he was feeling hurt. He could but up an act as much as he wanted but he couldn’t change the feelings he showed through his eyes.
“Is there anything going on between you and Taehyung?” he asked. You were surprised by his bluntness but not his question.
“No, of course not” you replied, but he didn’t look at you. You felt a flicker of anger, as he once again hadn’t looked at you when you spoke to him.
“Are you sure becau-“
This time you cut him off.
“Yoongi, look at me!” you lifted the and he wasn’t holding and turned his face to you for him. You finally managed to catch his gaze for the second time that evening, the first had been when he yelled at you earlier. “There is nothing between me and Tae and there never will be. He’s great and all but he’s not you. You are the one I’m dating, You are the one I care about, you are the one I am in love with.”
You ended there hoping to keep it short and simple. You waited for Yoongi to answer, but he didn’t. Not verbally at least.
But when he shifted his hand and intertwined your fingers, you knew it was his way of accepting what you said. He gave a weak smile, but it wasn’t fake, he really did feel relieved.
So after a moment he released your hand from his and proceeded to snake both of his arms around your waist and pull you closer to him. You leaned up on you toes and gave a soft kiss on his cheek, like an unspoken way of telling him it was all okay.
Yoongi held your hand the whole way back home, and although there wasn’t much said on that walk, the silence was once again peaceful and comfortable.
When you got home you both slid into bed, exhausted from the day both emotionally and physically. Yoongi looked down at you as you snuggled up to him, burying your face in his chest, being as close as you could to him, even in your sleep.
And just when he was sure you had fallen asleep, he leaned forward and placed a kiss on your forehead, careful not to wake you and ran his hand down your back. So with your head buried in his chest and himself sure you were asleep, as to not hear his words,` he let out a soft whisper “You’re the one I am in love with, too.“