The inevitable (Pt.4)
Pairing: Yoongi X reader
Summary: After Hoseok is sick of you moping around after your break up and Yoongi overworking himself he made a plan to put you guys together. Despite surprising you with the sudden meetup you come to terms that maybe it was okay to move on already. He’s a mafia member with a short temper? Well, nobody’s perfect.
As exhausted as you still were you slowly opened your eyes to take notice at the clock in front of you. It read 8:27 and suddenly your minded was flooded of thoughts of last night. You shake your best friend awake as he slept next to you on the couch. Hoseok groans, grabbing one of your wrists.
“…What is it..?”
“Did Yoongi come home? Did he call either of us? Oh my god, shouldn’t he have been back by now?”
Hoseok finally sits up, stretching his arms. Your rambling wasn’t ideal this early in the morning but he fully understand due to your circumstances.
“Y/N. He’s fine. I promise you that last night and we both agreed to just trust Namjoon. We’ve been with him for years and there’s no way something went wrong.”
You shot him the saddest puppy dog look you could manage, making him feel guilty.
“I’m serious. He’s okay..”
“But what if-“
“Do you trust him?” He asked, looking more serious than usual.
“Then he’ll handle it. Maybe you should just go get dressed and I’ll try to call one of them to see what’s up.”
You were grateful he was here right now because who knows what you would have done without him. You smiled, giving him a hug.
“Thank you for staying with me. I’m sorry I’m such a mess right now.
He sighed, not being able to hold back his own smile.
“Who wouldn’t be when the person they care about is fighting another gang? I mean remember all those times I got into fights and you worried for nothing?”
“I know, I know. He was just already hurt and-….I get it. I’ll just wait for him to come home.”
Hoseok rubbed the top of your head, teasing you.
“Good girl. Now go shower and I’ll see if Yoongi has any food worth cooking. The dude really needs to stock up his fridge but I’m sure you’d be happy to help him with that.”
“Yup~ Since this is his place though I might have to change into his clothes…”
“I doubt he’ll mind. If anything, I think he secretly loves shit like that.”
With a smug look on your face you got up from the couch.
“Good. He should get used to it.” You commented before running off to his bathroom to take a shower.
Hoseok fiddled around the fridge trying to find something edible for you two. He wasn’t the best cook but he prided himself for being able to make basic things when he needed to which was more than you could say for yourself. As he started to pull things out he heard his phone going off somewhere in the living room so he tried to search for it. Long after he heard it ring he still couldn’t find where it was hiding out.
Frustrated he came over to the bathroom door, leaning against it.
“Hey Y/N! Where’s your phone at? I need to call my phone with it!”
You could hear him talking but to no avail were you able to understand him. So, you turn off the shower and wrap a towel over yourself, opening the door.
“What? I can’t hear you when you’re not even talking near the opening.”
Hoseok froze, not expecting you to come out like that. He has assumed you would have just changed in the bathroom and he wouldn’t be seeing you standing there dripping wet in only a towel. This really wasn’t the time for thinking about the things he was but it was bound to happen anyway.
“I-I…um…need your phone to call mine…”
You rolled you eyes. “Alright. Alright. Just make eye contact with me while you talk, please?”
As you walked over to your old pants and pull your phone out of the pocket you hear a sound from the door. When you place your phone into Hoseok’s hand you turn around, standing In the doorway to see a shocked, blood covered boyfriend of yours. Yoongi’s eye sharpen as he steps over with heavy feet.
“What the fuck is going on?” He growled.
At first all you felt was confusion until you realized how the situation must have looked. You run over to him, afraid to put your hands on him.
“Wait a second! Hoseok was only here to keep me company because I was so frantic while you were gone!”
Yoongi moved past you, ignoring your statement. He stops in front of your friend, glaring up at him.
“I’m out there busting my ass while you’re in here having sleepovers with my girlfriend?”
Hoseok didn’t look threatened though, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms.
“A fight you started. They were just making you clean up your mess.”
Yoongi’s hand flew up and as almost a reflex you grabbed his wrist.
“Do you want a bullet to the throat? I’m on a roll right now and I don’t think you want to be #5.” Yoongi threatened.
“Stop it!” You yelled.
Both of them looked back at you in surprise. You tightened your grip on him, avoiding their gazes. You were sick of these two bickering when nothing had even happened. You were mentally tired and you didn’t need Yoongi getting into a third fight when he was already hurt.
“Look, I’m glad you’re safe but please just shut up for a second! Nothing happened! I was worried sick about you and I thought about going after you but he stopped me! He was there for me and he kept me safe. Doesn’t that matter to you? God, I promise you. Please….just trust me like I trusted you last night.”
Yoongi’s anger completely wiped off of his face. He put his other palm against the hand you used to hold his wrist and pulled you off of him softly. He brought your hand up to his cheek as he stroked it with his thumb.
“…I’m so sorry. I know I worried you..”
Hoseok grabbed his backpack as he began to pack his stuff up to leave but you turned to him.
“Oh wait. I’ll go with you. I just need to change really quick.”
Yoongi still held onto your hand when you tried to walk away. As you felt the small tug you looked back at him.
“Please stay with me a little bit longer.” He said, sounding exhausted.
The pure neediness in his voice struck a chord inside of you. You nodded.
“Yeah. Don’t worry, okay? I’ll stay here with you. Hobi you can call your phone with mine so you can find it. Just leave it on the coffee table afterwards.”
Hoseok only gave you a short look before putting your phone up to his ear in search of his phone. You pull Yoongi’s hand along to his bedroom.
“Can I borrow some of your clothes?” You asked.
He nodded, sitting down on the bed next to you. He watched as you wondered around the room trying to find the right drawer of clothes. As soon as you opened the correct drawer you stopped, thinking of something you should have asked earlier.
“That blood…Isn’t yours, right? You’re not hurt, are you?”
He had a zoned out look to him that you couldn’t place. It’s like he wasn’t fully there when you were talking to him. He’s been through a lot the past few nights so you couldn’t help but still worry about him despite standing right behind him.
“No, babe. I’m not hurt.”
You slide the clothes on easily since he wasn’t planning on turning around as you changed. When you finished, and you came up to him he seemed a bit happier, giving a small smile as he reached for your hand. You reached for the ends of his shirt, pulling it over his head.
He gave off a little smirk. “Is this a reward for living? Because I was thinking about you too the entire time I was out there.”
“Maybe later. For now you’re filthy and covered in someone’s blood. You need a shower.”
Yoongi threw himself back on the bed. “At least lay with me for a bit.”
“Nope. Shower, Min Yoongi or I swear I will leave with Hobi.”
And that was the fastest you had seen that boy jump up from his bed. At least you knew he really wanted you there. Maybe he did deserve a bit of a reward. You bit your lip, getting a pretty good idea.