Excerpt: ‘“I love hugs,” you mumbled into his chest to feel it rumbling as he laughed quietly. ’
Genre: so so so fluffy
A/N: all the hugs pls
“Are you awake?” Yoongi’s morning voice was lower than usual, his lips brushing against your ear, placing a hand on your shoulder and squeezing gently, to check if you were awake yet. You had been awake since he had started stirring, his legs and arms stretching before he curled back into a ball and then woke up with a long yawn.
“You are awake,” he laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist to turn you around and place a kiss on both of your closed eyes, watching them slowly open with a grin, “there’s my pumpkin.” You sighed and moved further into his arms.
just when you thought he couldn’t get any grumpier, min yoongi is cursed to walk the earth for all eternity.
so done with the world’s shit by now, honestly he stopped caring a long, long, looooong time ago and if anyone expects him to give a flying fuck about a hashtag or the panda’s dying they can think again.
political scandal? “is that a new band?”
global warming? “good, it’s kinda drafty here.”
the sun will one day grow to encompass the earth? “great, i’ll be waiting.”
whenever he gets bored or impatient with everything he’ll just go to ground and hibernate.
by which i mean he will literally dig himself a hole and go to sleep in the earth for anything from a week to a century (ok that was one time.)
and he’s cold all. the. time. like, yeah i know he’s technically dead but he actually feels the cold all the time, because he lowkey starves himself.
so he’s always very bundled up, and doesn’t really notice the temperature shift from inside/outside or winter/summer.
and yoongi is old, okay, he doesn’t need much blood to keep him going.
he’s got a short list of donors he can have a few sips from during the week, and that way nobody has to die because of him.
because ugh slaughter is such a pain to clean up.
so, not only is he technically dead, but he looks kinda malnourished, a little sick, and like he hasn’t slept. ever.
and yet he’s very pretty, flawless, stoic, and distractingly magnetic.
because he’s so old however, he’s not weak, just lethargic af.
there’s just one thing he cares about. wanna take a wild guess?
the only reason he hasn’t sunk to the bottom of the ocean, flung himself into a volcano, or walked into the sunset by now.
and when you don’t need to eat, sleep, or pee, you get through a lot of music so yoongi has pretty much heard it all.
these days he just kinda hibernates and wanders around while he’s waiting for new releases.
and you work in a record shop. wow isn’t that a nice coinkydink.
his usual place shuts down and he has to find a new shop that’ll let him sit around and listen to music in the evenings.
and your place of work is exactly one such place.
he comes in late, depending on the season, just when the sun has gone down, during the last few hours of your work day.
he doesn’t say anything, just sits and listens until you have to lock up.
and you just assume he works all day and this is the only time he has to go browse, although you notice eventually that he rarely buys anything, but you decide to leave him alone because he looks like he’s had one hell of a day.
anyway it’s nice not to be alone in the shop at the end of the day when it gets dark and all.
you tried to offer him coffee once, because you got some for yourself and he always looks like he just got in from a snowstorm. but he just shook his head no.
and at first he would stop by the shop once a month or every two weeks.
but one night, when you play something over the speakers that he hasn’t heard in decades, he suddenly feels???? nostalgic ????
and with wide eyes he asks you the name of the artist and you trip all over yourself and your words trying to tell him because you don’t think you’ve ever heard him speak and wow is that what his voice sounds like
and after that he starts coming every night to rediscover all the old stuff he hasn’t listened to in ages, because somehow in all his grump he had completely forgotten he could do that????
and he’s lowkey very grateful that he rediscovered his love of music through you, so whenever you try to make polite conversation with him after that he doesn’t just grunt or shake his head, he gives you actual answers, and you start learning more about him.
you let him stay after closing time, just a little while until you have to go, making small talk whenever he’s not absorbed in the music.
that way you learn so, sO much about music, everything from little technical details to great historical context, and you don’t understand how one man can have such a large range of knowledge.
and then you start playing whichever album he chooses over the speakers so that you can both listen and talk about the music together.
and stay around longer so he can finish whichever album he’s listening to that evening.
and he begins to walk you home because that way you can continue your conversations, and also it’s late and dark and he knows exactly what kind of monsters lurk in these shadows.
and by that time you’re already head over heels for him, but he’s very careful about keeping his distance, so you just assume he’s not attracted to you and that’s fine as long as he keeps keeping you company.
yoongi has probably mentioned he’s a vampire.
like at least twice he’s proclaimed to be dead and you just assumed you didn’t get the joke.
but the real joke is he’s dead, he doesn’t care who knows, and it’s not like anyone will believe him anyway.
“you’re too thin, when was the last time you ate something, yoongi?”
“a couple centuries probably, what year is it again?”
“you’re so pale, yoongi, you should get more sun.”
“i’m already dead, a little sun isn’t gonna help.”
“you look tired, yoongi, do you get enough sleep?”
“i took a ten year nap before this, don’t worry.”
“hey, yoongi, how are you today?”
“dead. could be worse, i guess.”
and then, you go and get a dang paper cut.
before you can so much as bring it to your lips yoongi is already at your side, pressing a tissue (where did that even come from?) to the cut so firmly it cuts off circulation to the entire finger anyway.
and he’s so,,,,, close.
you’ve never seen him so close, and all you can do is stare at him like an idiot and wonder how many people have specks of red in their eyes, because you’ve never seen that on anyone before.
and he doesn’t even breathe. he can’t.
and that’s when you realise “yoongi, you’re so cold!”
“i’m dead. i told you, i’m a vampire.”
and you’re like hha,,, hah,,,ha? w-what?
so he takes your other hand, and holds it to the side of his neck and he’s completely cold and there’s no pulse.
and now the cat is out of the bag so he may as well lean in and sniff you because life’s too short amirite.
“you smell……….. incredible.”
that’s when you see his lil fangs.
and at first you’re freaking out because hol ?? ?y STHIT???
but then you realise, this is yoongi, who’s walked you home for months now, he’s had every opportunity to drain you dry and he hasn’t and you’re desperately in love with him.
so you just kinda,,,,, chill.
and yoongi looks surprised, expecting you to kick and scream, and asks why your heart rate suddenly slowed again and you tell him it’s because you trust him.
so, he asks “but what if i bit you?”
and you say “you wouldn’t.”
“then,,,,,,,, what if i kissed you?”
your heart damn near beats right out of your chest.
and in response he gives you the smuggest grin, fangs and all.