Picture Perfect (pt. 2)
Reader x Yoongi
Plot: After finding yourself in the
same situation day after day, a stranger with a camera happens to change
up everything with just a snap of a button and a lot of
(gif to rightful owner)
“You’re Way Too Sentimental For Me.”
“Your description totally fits Min Yoongi.”
Those were the words that dear Hoseok had managed to choke out right almost ironically before the devil himself decided that today was the day that I would go straight to hell. Out of all the bars in this town, out of every bar in the world, he decided that it was a bright idea to come to this one.
“If you actually think you can talk to me, I will scream.” I threatened. “And I scream really, really loud.”
Right after I spotted the man I fantasized about getting hit by a car on several occasions in several different ways, it seemed as though all my bad karma was coming back to bite me right in the ass because Taehyung and Yoongi got up from the table and walked over to where Hoseok and I were sitting.
“Hey Y/N, I know you two haven’t met before, so I wanted to introduce you to a close friend of mine.” Taehyung had a smile almost brighter than the damn sun as he offered introductions between Yoongi and I. “Yoongi, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Min Yoongi.” He clasped his hands together as if he waiting for us to bow or shake hands or something along those lines – something I was definitely not willing to comply to.
A flash of recognition erupted through his eyes when they landed on me, though he managed to keep a straight face that was unreadable. After giving a long stare that seemed to last for minutes he gave a small smile before turning back to Taehyung. His outfit of black was a shocking contrast to his blonde hair that I had come to hate so much, and his soft brown eyes seemed to dare me to rip them right out his sockets. “We’ve met before,” he laughed lightly, “she’s a real charmer from I could tell.”
I wanted to reach out and strangle the smugness out of his voice. This whole thing seemed to be too good to be true, and I considered dousing myself in Hoseok’s ice water to see if I could manage wake up from this nightmare happening right before my eyes. I clenched my hands into tight fists to try and calm down my increasing heart rate and reminded myself that ripping the hair out of his scalp would only cause problems that my paycheck probably wouldn’t cover.
Sitting down across from us, he graciously patted the spot next to him to motion for Taehyung to join him without even asking us if it was okay – which of course, wasn’t. Did he even know boundaries? “Here to finish me off?” He mocked, lacing his fingers together to form a seat for his chin.
“Wait, how do you two know each other?” Taehyung curiously looked between us quickly, trying to fit non-existent puzzle pieces together in his head. “Yoongi doesn’t live here and Y/N never goes out of her house.”
“What gives?” I gasped as Hoseok slyly agreed with the comment, chuckling. “I’m not a fucking hermit, I have a life. I’m out with you guys and someone I’d gladly shove a fork down their throat.”
“I didn’t live here, mind you.” Yoongi corrected, ignoring my comment, as he reached out to grab his drink. His eyes never left me, and I felt almost cornered as they burned holes into me, making me more nervous than I should have been. Maybe it was just me, but it seemed as though everyone’s main concern was to see how many times they could point out the lack of social activities I attended.
“What happened between you guys?” Taehyung continued to push and concerned now dripped from his voice. “Did you guys date before or something?”
Yoongi choked on his drink as my jaw dropped in horror. How could anyone assume that I would date someone as egotistical as this brat that sat right before me? “Hell no. She’s got about as much charm as a slug.” He spat out, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
I worked the muscles in the jaw, trying to distract myself from biting his hand off. Taehyung visibly stiffened beside him and his eyes widened while Hoseok’s energy shifted from light and happy to dark and guarded almost instantly. The table had a cloud of awkward engulf the conversation and everyone went silent, not knowing how to react or what to say next.
“You know, I love it when people insult me. It means I don’t have to play the nice guy anymore.” I shook my head in repulsion and began to gather my things, “I need to go the bathroom, so if you would please excuse me.” I didn’t know if I was going to come back or not, since the mood had been spoiled and I really didn’t want to see or converse with Yoongi. I could be spending my time finishing a book I’d been meaning to, or doing the dishes that was higher than the Eiffel Tower, or literally anything else than sitting here in a sweaty bar trying not to have a violent outrage because some spoiled dick was trying to see if he could push my buttons.
“No, wait Y/N… don’t leave.” Taehyung suddenly spoke up before I had the chance to walk away. His pleading eyes met mine and guilt spread throughout me like wild fire. “We never get to see you.”
My heart dropped into my stomach and what little pride I had left went running out the front door. It was true, I never got to see any of my friends. I was usually too busy working or trying to catch up on sleep to have any time to myself let alone friends or a fun outing, and the little time I did have was spent walking around the stupid parks to clear my mind.
“Yeah Y/N, come on, we miss you. Just stay a little while longer and hang out with us for once. We know your dumb excuses.” Hoseok pipped up finally as he grabbed onto my wrist, tugging at it lightly. I sighed inwardly and hesitantly slumped back down into my seat, giving up.
“Fine, but I really do have to leave soon. I have to work in the morning and all that adult jazz.” I forced a smile to plant itself onto my face, planning to keep it there the rest of the night that I knew was going to be very, very long.
After the most awkward and agonizing night I had ever experienced in my life, I thought that that would be the last time I would ever have to see Min Yoongi again. I was actually glad that I had basically no social life because, hey, if I wasn’t out of the house that meant that I wouldn’t see him. No Yoongi equaled no unnecessary stress, meaning no unnecessary early wrinkles or gray hairs.
Well let’s say I was wrong.
Really, really wrong.
It seemed everywhere I went he was somehow there, almost as if he was stalking me like I was his next meal… or the next girl he kidnapped and murdered in his basement. If I bought groceries we ended up bumping into each other in the same aisle, and if I happened to go to the movies well, I guess he was in the mood for a show too. But it didn’t just stop there, oh no… I found him lurking outside of my apartment building one night. That was the final straw with me, and I was honestly surprised with my supply of hay I had for the guy.
“Dude, what the fuck?” I questioned lowly, walking up to where he was leaning against the concrete wall. I was only just now returning from my shift, but it would have been a beautiful night out if it wasn’t ruined by a special someone who just loved to follow me around.
He turned his head and scoffed, “What do you mean, ‘what the fuck’? I should be asking you that.” Rolling his eyes, he turned his attention back to his phone.
“Why would you do that? This is my apartment, you know, and I find it just a little weird that you seem to be loitering right outside of where I live.” I crossed my arms, already wanting this conversation to end.
“Well, sorry sweetheart, but I didn’t actually know that. So don’t give an attitude because I already have one of my own, thanks.” He formed a tight smile and roughly shoved his phone in pocket.
“You’re one more snarky remark from starting World War III, I really hope you know that buddy.” Sighing, I rubbed my hand down my face. Why did this always have to happen at the most inconvenient time? All I wanted was to continue my happy little life I was living and never have to deal with Yoongi ever again. I must have done something incredibly stupid and bad in my past life to deserve the torture I was getting now.
“I wish you’d just stop and realize how loud you are being since I would like to confirm that I don’t care. That, and the fact that it’s almost one in the morning Y/N.” He mumbled, tiredly leaning his head back to look up.
I didn’t really want to mutter back a response, so I also turned my attention upwards. It really was a beautiful night – even if he had to be here. The planets and stars twinkled brightly in the cloudless abyss, and the only wind was a slight breeze enough to keep it from being deadly silent. The weather here was rarely like this, so it was an amazing break from constant cloud cover and wind that would sweep away a small child. I wanted to bask in the beauty of it, and would have if it wasn’t almost almost one.
“What did you say?” I spat out. Was it actually almost one in the morning? How had my shift lasted that long? Sure I spent some time afterwards helping clean up but I couldn’t have wasted almost two whole hours. The place was trashed, but could it really have been hoarder level? Inwardly cringing, I cursed my boss for having me come back into shop in (now) almost six hours.
“I said it’s almost -”
“Nevermind, I heard you. I gotta go.” I rustled through my bag for my keys as I hap-haphazardly toppled up the steps to the building, leaving Yoongi behind, alone with his thoughts and the night sky.
Yoongi scrunched up his nose, “I think this coffee is a little too bitter.”
“No, I think that’s just you.”
Somehow the following day after the stargazing incident, Yoongi had found the diner I worked at and made himself right at home. I guess I couldn’t blame the guy, since the only other restaurant in this whole town was half torn down and risked giving the customers food poisoning on a daily basis. At least this place was sanitary and the food wasn’t half bad.
“Well, as far as I know,” he set the mug down and cocked an eyebrow up, “I’m delightful.”
I groaned, leaning forward to hit my head on the table we were seated at. It was towards the end of the workday and I was willing to do anything to just get a few minutes of a break – even going as far as pretending I wanted to talk with Yoongi. No one else was in here – big surprise – and my only other options were either cleaning the bathroom or moping the floor since I was only a waitress. I now regretted not taking up a cooking class or taking the offer to be a cashier.
“You know Y/N, we really need to talk about your life choices.” I lifted my head, mustering up the dirtiest look I could come up with.
“And why would that be?” I asked, uninterested. “I really don’t need your judgment, nor do I care about it.”
“All I’m saying is that it’s amazing that you actually took a job here.” He taunted, daring to give me a smug smile. “Is the pay really that good?”
I returned the look, “I hope one day you accidentally choke on all that shit you talk.”
“I could have sworn I was having a conversation with an adult here, not some bratty pre-teen.”
“Oh step off your damn high horse already Min Yoongi,” I seethed, “the worst thing you can do is stare.”
“You keep thinking that I care… that’s weird.” He actually had the audacity to laugh at me. Suddenly the bathrooms didn’t seem like such a bad place to be, either way I’d be dealing with shit. Slumping his shoulder down after a small bout of chuckles, he sighed deeply. “Just thought I’d offer my opinion on something that interested me.”
“What a shitty way of showing you ‘care’.” I rolled my eyes, counting the minutes I had left before I could leave in my head. “Why are you even interested in my job? I thought you just said that you could care less.”
“Because I’m interested about you.”
That caught me off guard. My eyes widened slightly as my body was physically taken aback by this bold statement that came out of nowhere. “What the hell does that mean?”
His mouth straightened out in annoyance, “It means that if I had to be stuck in a room with nothing and no one but you, I wouldn’t totally want to commit suicide or homicide.” If this was a joke, he was an amazing actor because this would be the last thing I would ever expect out of him.
“Supply me with some ear plugs and eight cups of coffee and I could say the same.”
“See?” He splayed his hand out across at me, “You actually have a form of self-respect. Most girls who speak to me let me step all over them without even stopping a second to think about the things I say to them. Frankly it truly bores me.”
“So…” I tried to put the pieces together as he yawned into his fist, “I don’t bore you, because I actually know when someone’s being a dick or not?” He responded with a simple nod before taking another sip of coffee. I found it funny that the most confusing thing in this whole conversation was that he was drinking caffeine at almost ten at night.
Shaking my head, I dismissed my thoughts and pushed forward with the awkward conversation, “That has got to be probably the worst pick-up line I’ve ever heard.”
“You thought that was a pick-up line?” He mused, “Sweetheart the amount of alcohol I would need to even consider actually sleeping with you would kill me.” My jaw dropped. “But I do have to say that the only unflattering thing about you happens to be your personality.”
There’s the Yoongi I knew. I had to be honest, his remarks confused me. Throw me down and then lowkey flatter me? This had to be the worst method of flirting I had experienced in my life, and now it happened to be the last time I’d ever have to hear it like this.
“Look, Yoongi,” I rubbed my eyes, “I don’t need to explain myself to anybody, especially not you. My personal life really should phase or concern you in any way. Please ask yourself who you are to me.” I looked up at him, and it almost made me laugh with the way he was at a loss for words, “See? Nobody.” I stood up, actually wanting to return to work for once.
“Hey. Stop.” I turned my head to see him frown. “Sorry.”
I slumped back down into the seat, “You know, insincere apologies are really lame.”
“Yeah, but it’s the best I got.” He responded with a smile that barely showed his teeth. “I know I’m a dick,” he began slowly, “but you’re also a dick so I thought we could actually somehow get along. I just moved here and the only guy I get along with is Taehyung, so I’d hope you understand that I’d like to broaden my horizon.”
“Well, I’m really not the most sociable person, you heard Taehyung chew my head off the other night.” I laughed.
“Why don’t you get out much though?” He questioned, “I mean, I know you have a job that probably works you to death but on your days off all you do is slump around?”
I bit my lip since that’s basically all I did. “Well, I guess I study?” I instantly regretted opening up about my private life to him, because his face lit up and I could see the questions swarming around in his head.
“Study what? We’re already out of school and it doesn’t exactly look like you’re going to college.”
“I’m saving up.” I muttered under my breath, but it was loud enough so that he could hear me.
“What are you gonna go for?”
“Ah… That’s a secret.” I replied after being silent for a few seconds. I had never really talked about me continuing school – I hadn’t even told any of my friends about it. Maybe it was because they’d laugh at me for being a nerd, or it could be that everyone would insist it was impossible since the only college remotely close was a three hour drive from here.
“Anyways, are you an actual photographer, or are you going for the hipster look?” I tried to change the subject, since I wasn’t exactly comfortable talking about my future with what I could still consider a stranger.
“I’ll let that last remark slide this time, but in all seriousness it’s just a hobby of mine.” He picked up his cup again, cupping it with both hands. “I thought about doing it for real when I was younger, but the older I got the more I realized it’s kind of impossible.” A sad laugh emitted from him.
“Why were you taking a picture of that fountain?” I quickly pounced on the opportunity. “It’s basically just a bunch of rocks now.” The question had been on my mind for a while now, and this could be my only chance to get to the answer.
“Well, I only take pictures of things I love,” he took a sip, “and that pile of rocks stood out to me.”
“Sorry to sound ignorant and all, but how did that stand out to you?”
“It had the message that even old things – old, broken things – could still be considered breathtaking.” He rolled his eyes as if the answer was obvious.
“You’re way too sentimental for me.”
We’d left on a good note in my opinion, and he had even left me a five dollar tip. Sadly, I had to actually scrub the bathroom and mop the floors since my “break” was “too long”, and it was considered my “punishment”. The entire time I cleaned toilets and dunked a broom in soapy water, all I could think about was how I could sneak dish water into my bosses drinks for the next two weeks to make up for me staying for another two hours. The only good news I had was that tomorrow I didn’t have to come in.
Walking home I daydreamed about sleeping in and binge-watching all my favorite TV shows to finally catch up. Even just the thought of no alarm made my feet leave the ground. It was my first off day in a few weeks, and I was going to spare no expense to make sure that I was to damn well enjoy it.
That was until I saw Min Yoongi outside of apartment… again.
“Well, well…” I taunted, slowing down my pace, “look who’s back again.” He looked up at me, offering a weak smile and a small wave. “How long have you been standing here?”
“Longer than you’d like.” He sighed, ruffling his hair. The wind picked up, scattering leaves and stirring up dust. The weather had said nothing about a late night storm, but the last time the reports were actually right made me doubtful of a nice night.
“Why are you here again?” I wrapped my coat around me a little tighter to try and keep myself from freezing off a limp. The temperature was dropping way too quick and I all I could keep thinking about was making myself a cup of hot chocolate and passing out in my living room.
“I’m looking for a place…” he bit his lip, “mine kind of blew up.”