[ F I R S T x K I S S ]
pairing; yoongi x reader.
word count; 1,216.
♡ oh wow, i’m soft for yoongi holy shit. thank u for requesting, hope u enjoy!
“I’m gonna buy you a whole meal with beef and soju included if you get the bastard out of there”, you just look at Namjoon completely unfazed; the boy looks so desperate it’s getting really hard to control your chuckles but you do it just for the funs of it, “(Y/N), please, BangPD is going to dishonor him if he stays in there any longer”, that may be true and somehow you are starting to feel kinda worried because, for starters, why are you the one that has to deal with a grumpy Yoongi at midnight? Is the situation really that bad? Was that the reason why Taehyung’s face was looking all red when you arrived? Did he punch him? There are so many question that need to be answered and you wish you could ask them all but you reduce your options to just one, “For how long has he been there?”, you turn your head slightly towards the door of the studio, a thin line of light from under the door slipping to the dark corridor Namjoon dragged you to as soon as you were at the dorms, “Twenty eight hours”, and that’s basically your queue. Namjoon sights and now you feel bad for the boy because he is truly worried about Yoongi, “No bathroom, no food. God, I don’t even know if he has water in there”, probably not, you think to yourself, “I’ll handle it, go to sleep”, you pat him on the head and push him down the corridor, making sure he goes to his room before returning. Now is when the nerves assault you and slap your forehead because are you stupid?
You knock on the door three times, softly, not wanting to startle him in case he’s focused. When there’s no answer, you start turning the doorknob, gulping hard at the simple thought of an angry and exhausted Yoongi. It may sound stupid but you can’t help feeling this annoying butterflies in your stomach as soon as you spot his dark figure sitting on the professional chair, furiously typing on the keyboard. You don’t have any idea of what he’s doing and you don’t question it because it’s none of your business. You take two short steps ahead while taking a deep breath, trying to organize your thoughts. Just as you open your mouth to call him out, the silence is broken by his raspy voice, “What do you want?”, he’s mad. Oh no, he’s so mad and you hate yourself for even thinking this was a good idea. Without saying a word you turn around and bite your inner cheek thinking about what you’re going to do to Namjoon for convincing you of doing such a stupid move but just as you harshly open the door you hear Yoongi’s chair turning behind you, “(Y/N)”, right, now he knows it’s you and he’s definitely going to hate you for interru-,”Can you help me with this?”, his voice is practically a whisper and you wonder if he’s okay just by judging the tone in his words. Your suspicions are denied the moment you face him and notice how worn out he looks. He’s looking right through you with his beautiful doe eyes and yes, he looks so handsome as always, but of course you notice that he’s way more pale than usual, as well as his chapped lips. You see there’s a bottle of water next to his keyboard but, not to your surprise, the bottle is completely full, “Sure”, as you walk in his direction, you point to the bottle looking at him with this stressed mom face, “We don’t want you dying, Min Yoongi”, he laughs. It’s like a switch to you, because just hearing him a little bit happier makes your smile own grow bigger on your face, “What do you need help with?”, Yoongi pulls the chair that is next to him even closer and offers you a seat. You do as he says and hope he didn’t notice you staring at his lips while he was taking a big gulp of water, they just look so-, “I’ve been stuck with this lyrics for fucking forever and, w-well, uh, just take a look”, once again you do as he says and look towards the monitor in front of you. You feel Yoongi shifting on his spot right next to you but ignore it because it’s not very relevant. You half-close your eyes, trying to get use to the brightness of the screen. Besides you, Yoongi is losing his shit. He can’t believe a beautiful human being like you if sitting this close to him and he wants to smash his head on the wall for feeling this way. He’s about to lay his back against his chair when you, unconsciously, put your hand on his knee without even noticing you’re practically sentencing him to death, “Oh wow, this is… so cheesy”, you giggle, and Yoongi wishes the earth swallowed him right there and then, “But I love it. You always make cheesy stuff look metaphoric”, your smile is genuine, but your eyes are looking sad. He’s in love with someone and that someone isn’t you.
Yoongi says nothing after that. He’s just staring at you with adoration that mistaken with pity. You’re so dumb for even thinking Min Yoongi would ever notice such a simple woman like yourself. And you had never felt so self conscious until this very moment, in which Yoongi only stares at you with no expression in his eyes. You feel hurt and you can’t even blame Yoongi for it so before you snap at him for not liking you back, you stand up almost tripping over your own feet and make a run to the door, apologizing multiple times for interrupting his work time. Yoongi is a strong man, if he wasn’t so lazy he would easily beat Jungkook in a wrestling battle. So when he pulls you back before you reach the door and tosses you to where he was seating before, you can’t help but scream. Not in fear, but in surprise that he really is angry. He doesn’t even give you the chance to complain because your lips are shut tight by his still kinda chapped ones. And you stay still for a few seconds, with your arms in the air for no logical reason, but they relax just as you realize Min Yoongi is kissing you, and not anyone else. You bring your soft hands to his hair, kissing him back with all your might. He then pulls you up, brings you even closer to him by putting his hands around your waist, engulfing with his strength, and takes a few steps back until he’s sitting on the coach and you’re right on top of him, straddling his lap. Eventually you pull back because hell, you need to breath in order to be alive, but you really wished that wasn’t necessary because Yoongi’s lips are addictive, “Please kiss me again”, he says, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips, “Only if you leave this hell hole for now, you workaholic asshole”, he just laughs and ignores your petition, pulling you by your neck once again and smashing his mouth against yours in a more passionate way.