A/N: Hello! I hope you guys enjoy this Yoongi one-shot!
- Admin Snow
laid on the bed, finally being able to relax. It was pretty late in the night
and all I wanted to do was sleep. Unfortunately, I couldn’t. I had promised
Yoongi that I would wait for him tonight since the last few days our
communication had only consisted of nothing but text messages and five-minute
phone calls. The only time we had any physical contact was when he would come
home, in the dead of the night, only to find me asleep. He would sleep next to
me, not having the heart to wake me up, even though I had told him a million
times that I wouldn’t mind. In the morning I’d be the one to wake up first, and
knowing the fact that he doesn’t get enough sleep as it is, I don’t wake him
either. After much thought and hundreds of text messages we came to a
conclusion. That conclusion being where I am now, waiting for my boyfriend who
would try and leave the studio a bit earlier than usual, while I try not to
fall asleep. Damn, I should have passed by Starbucks on my way home to get myself
a venti Frappuccino or even better, just taken a straight expresso shot. That
would have definitely done the trick.
up, I grabbed the speaker remote from the bed side table and turned it on. Slipping
my phone out from my hoodie pocket, I activated the Bluetooth and made sure it
was connected with the speaker. I looked towards the speakers to watch them
change from a deep red color to a light blue one. They were the nicest speakers
I had ever seen. Yoongi bought them not too long ago; they probably cost him an
arm and a leg too. Only the best for Mr. Music Producer, right?
scrolled through my music library until I decided to just shuffle my playlist. It
was a whole hour before I got a text message from Yoongi letting me know that
he was on his way out of the studio and would be getting home soon. I replied
to his text to reassure him that I planned to hold up my side of the bargain as
well. Especially after I realized that he had gotten out a whole three hours
earlier than his usual time. Don’t know how he did it but something tells me it
involves his debit card, lamb skewers, and a happy, well-fed Bangtan and PDnim.
as I had heard the front door of the apartment open the song had changed from
one of AKMU’s latest comeback songs to one of my other current favorites. Waiting
patiently for Yoongi to walk into the room, I began singing along to the soft
melody emitting from the speakers. Not even thirty seconds into the song
Yoongi, in all his blonde and pale skinned glory, walked through the bedroom door
with a lazy scowl on his features. I couldn’t help but feel my heart skip a
beat at the sight of him.
even bothering to slip his shoes off, he threw himself on to the bed next to
me, dark eyes closed. He let out a long sigh and pushed himself back more into
the pillows against the headboard. I watch him for a few seconds in silence,
the only sound in the room being the song still playing softly through the
speakers. I knew he expected me to jump in to his arms and snuggle up to him,
but for that same reason I didn’t do it. I was going to wait until he said
something. Which didn’t take long.
open one of his eyes, he glanced towards me making eye contact for a second
before he closed his eye again. Jerking his head to the side, he signaled me to
get close to him. I laughed at his gesture and decided to play dumb.
Got a kink in your neck? Did you sleep in your studio chair again? I told you
that’s bad for you.” He let out a groan of frustration which caused me to force
back a laugh.
me Min Yoongi, because I have no idea what you mean.” Another frustrated groan.
This time I didn’t hold back the laugh that bubbled up from inside. Deciding I
had put him through enough, and not being able to hold myself back anymore, I
crawled over to him and curled up under his extended arm placing my own arms
annoying.” He sounded as he tightened his hold on me, pulling me as close as
possible, leaning his head on top of my own. We stayed like that for a few
seconds before I began humming to the song still playing. I’m guessing Yoongi
hadn’t paid attention to the music playing until that moment. I felt his chest
rise underneath me as he took in a breath before speaking.
is that?” Referring to what was currently playing from his speakers. At the
question I perked up and turned over to look at him, wide smile across my lips.
is amazing! That is what he is! His name is Dean and he just released a new
album not too long ago. He produces his own music and everything. He is so talented! This is actually one of my
favorite songs from the album, it’s called D or Half Moon, whichever one you
want to use it doesn’t matter, but the point is that his music is great!” I hadn’t realized I was running
out of breath until I had finished my rambling. Instead of more questions about
the artist like I had expected Yoongi to ask he looked at me with a scowl.
Confused, I sat up and fully turned my body to him. He withdrew his arms from
my body and placed them across his chest.
I asked him returning his slight glare, and mimicking his action of crossing
“Wow! He’s so amazing!Because he’s
the only one in the whole world who produces his own music. So talented!” The sarcasm dripping from
his words was almost tangible. Realizing what was going on I fought the urge to
smile. He was jealous. I hadn’t
intended on making him jealous, I was honestly just excited about Dean’s newest
album. I had planned on telling Yoongi to give it a listen but he was always
busy so I never got the chance to, but I don’t think this would be the best
time to tell him either, seeing as how he was still glaring at me.
I know right? So talented!” I replied
in my own sarcastic tone. His stare intensified, and frown deepened after he
registered my words.
He’s not the only one who produces his own music.” Yoongi grumbled out and
reached for his phone in his pocket and began scrolling through whatever it was
he was now looking at. His action had made me feel a bit guilty. Yoongi tended
to try and hide his emotions when he was upset, and his phone in his hand made
it seem like he was shutting me out. Maybe I had gone a bit too far and knowing
that this was supposed to be our time to enjoy each other’s company after such
a long time without it I felt even worse. Coming up with a quick idea to get
him back in a better mood I sat next to him on my side of the bed and snatched
my own phone from the bedside table.
may be a great producer and all but there is one music producer that is my
all-time favorite, aside from producing his own songs and being multi-talented,
he is also really handsome.” I went
on as I quickly scrolled through my music library. Yoongi didn’t say a word and
continued to go through his phone. Finally finding the song I was looking for I
tapped the title and waited for it to play through the speakers.
is one of my favorite songs he’s produced. I had it on replay for a whole week
when it came out, no lie.” I glanced over at him and I could see him try and
fight the smile forming on his lips as the beginning notes of Dead Leaves
gently played through the bedroom.
it a great song?” I asked as I leaned over and placed my head on his shoulder.
An ego boost just might work to get back on his good side, it was Yoongi after
all, when don’t ego boosts work?
let out a deep chuckle, locking his phone and placing it to the side. Reaching
over, he put an arm around my shoulder.
course it is. The producer is a genius.” He replied. “Min Suga. Genuis.” Cocky
smirk now evident on his lips. I rolled my eyes at his self-proclaimed title,
but smiling all the while.
an idiot.” Laughing, he hugged me with both arms, placing a soft kiss on my
forehead before leaning back to look into my eyes.
I’m your idiot.” I reached up and brushed his blonde bangs with my fingers,
trailing my hand down to his cheek. I leaned up to gently place a kiss on his
still smirking lips.