#sick min yoongi

[setsuuestsu]

Sicktember Day #2

Alt. 4: Flushed Cheeks

Sickie: Hoseok | Caretaker: Yoongi

Word Count: 420

When Yoongi had entered the younger’s room that morning, he half-expected himself to be met with an armful of an excited Hoseok, but instead it was quiet, the only sound being the low hum of the ceiling fan.

“Seok-ah? Are you awake?” he softly called. 

The lump under the covers of the bed didn’t move, so Yoongi assumed that Hoseok was sleeping in. 

But still, it was already 11AM, and it was unlike Hoseok to ever sleep this long unless he had a late schedule the night before, which he hadn’t, as the dancer had returned around 4PM the previous day. 

“Seok,” he calls one last time. ��It’s time to get up. Uhhhh something about the birds calling and shit?”

The only response he gets is a soft groan. 

He sighs and moves closer to the Hoseok-shaped lump still under the covers. “Sunshine, it’s like you and I switched personalities or something.”

Then he adds, “I don’t think the others will be able to deal, so lets not let them see, yeah?”

“Go ‘way …” is the reply he gets from the younger. “I’m sleeping …”

Yoongi snorts. “You’ve slept for fourteen hours. I don’t know how you’d still be tired. Even I’m not even tired after how long it’s been.”

No response.

The elder rapper sighs, frustrated at this point. It’s like Hoseok doesn’t even want to listen to him. Granted, he tunes out half of what Jin or the others say sometimes. 

Having had enough, Yoongi yanks the covers off of Hoseok. 

It’s then that he gets a good look at the younger. He’s all messy dark waves and adorably bleary-eyed. But then, Yoongi notices how flushed Hoseok’s cheeks are. He frowns, pressing the back of his hand to Hoseok’s cheek, then switching to the other side of the younger’s face.

“Hey,” Yoongi starts, treading the conversation carefully. He doesn’t want Hoseok to get defensive. “Are you feeling alright?”

“I’m fine …” Hoseok mumbles, wrapping himself in his covers once more. Yoongi notices the slight tremble to his form. 

“Seok-ah …” Yoongi warns.

Hoseok deflates. “No. I feel really sick …”

Yoongi leans forward and wraps Hoseok in his arms. “That’s all you had to say. Lay down with hyung, yeah?”

Thankfully, since the younger is so sick, he complies almost immediately, making Yoongi’s job a hell of a lot easier. 

He kisses Hoseok’s forehead and the tip of his nose and each of his flushed cheeks and by then, the younger has his eyes closed once more. 

[orchidyoonkook]

I am so very far from okay

[ilys00ga]

NO ONE SHOWED ME THIS PICTURE BEFORE??? THE POUT 😭😭

[crystalsnow95z]

Give me a V so sick with something like a mix bronchitis and the flu, getting so sick can't even sit up on his own. It starts with just a cough during practice or during filming, that keeps getting worse until he eventually throws up on either caretaker Yoongi or Namjoon your choice. His fever is so high his sentences don't even make sense anymore by the end of it and he's very clingy because to him he's freezing.

I want someone to snap at him accidently from the worry he puts them through because they fell for his acting.. sorry English is not my first language. I hope it makes sense.

I'll try my best to try to match the prompt. I'm sorry it took so long.. my emotions are all over the place and I can't seem to write anything I like..

"Jimin you're moving too fast." Hoseok scolds him while they watch the replay of their practice. "And Jinnie-hyung, you didn't get in your spot for the second verse in time.. we'll have to try again.."

"I'm sorry Hyung." Jimin bows, panting softly. "Could you show me again?"

"Me too, I got confused on where it was.. can you show me again?" Jin asks, wanting to fix his mistakes.

Taehyung clears his throat to speak, his heart racing to even ask."Please, hyung.. I'm so tired.. can we do it.. tomorrow morning?" He asks softly, breathing heavily from exhaustion. He wasn't feeling well all day, but he didn’t want to miss practice. Not on the first day of a new choreography. They've been practicing for hours, and he knew everyone was tired too but he was at his limit. I just need a few minutes to rest..

"We almost got it.. we just need to work on timing. Just one more time, okay Taehyungie? I know how you feel.." Hoseok felt exhausted too, but they had a tight schedule of photoshoots, music videos,an award show, and they still needed to record for Run BTS. They couldn't afford to slow down.

"Just a quick water break, then? My throat is so scratchy.. I..i think I'm getting a cold.." Taehyung goes to get water before Hoseok gives an answer, coughing into his elbow.

"Okay, a few minutes of rest." Hoseok's heart twinges with guilt when he heard the low pitched coughing, rubbing Taehyung's back until they die down. Why didn't he say anything earlier about feeling sick? I would've been softer on him..

Everyone else follows suit, getting water to try to regain at least a little bit of their energy back. Yoongi goes up to Hobi, offering him water. “Here Hobi.. you should drink too..”

"Thanks, hyung."Hoseok takes a drink, surprised when he feels Yoongi pulling him away from Taehyung, going out of earshot of the vocalist.

"Taehyungie isn't the one messing up, and he's looking pale. I think you should let him sit it out, i don't want him getting worse before the MMAs." Yoongi speaks up on Taehyung's behalf, seeing him leaning against the mirror out of the corner of his eye.

Hoseok follows his gaze, seeing Jimin approaching his fellow 95er, offering him a towel to wipe off the sweat after he was stolen away. "Namjoon-ah!" He calls to the leader, not wanting to overstep his place. He led dance practice, but he didn't feel comfortable deciding without Namjoon.

"What's up Hoba?" Namjoon goes up to the two, sitting on the floor next to Hoseok.

"Yoongi-hyung thinks Taehyung should sit out practice. I wanted to know what you think about the matter. You're sharing a room with him.. what do you think?”

"He went to bed early last night. I asked if he was okay, he said he was, that he just had a headache and a scratchy throat from the recording sessions and that he was tired from the new diet he started a few days ago..." Namjoon explained what he knew about his roommates condition, looking at Taehyung. “If you think he shouldn't continue practice I trust you'll do what's best for the team..”

Hoseok looked over at Taehyung and Jimin, watching Jimin baby his soulmate. Jimin was letting Taehyung lay his head in his lap, gently rubbing a towel over Taehyung's wet hair. "You're getting my lap wet. Be sure to dry your hair properly before we go home okay?”

Taehyung nods sleepily. “Okay Minnie..I'll probably take a shower. I feel gross..” he says softly, coughing into his fist.

"I think he should sit out the rest of practice then. I think he'll be fine, just watching for now. I don't want to risk him getting worse when we have so much to do.." Namjoon agrees with Yoongi. Even it could be just him overreacting to a cold.

"Alright! Let's start from the top without V-sii..." Hoseok gets to his feet, Taehyung moving off Jimin so he could get up.

Jimin takes off his jacket, putting it on the floor for Taehyung."Here, lay on this if you want to lay down. The floor is a bit cold.”

Taehyung nods, spreading it out and curling up on top of it, watching the others gather together in the center, leaving his spot open. He tries to watch them practice, but it wasn't long before the ailing vocalist was asleep.

Namjoon wakes up to his alarm groaning as he stretches out on his bed. It felt like he only just fell asleep. He came in from his studio early in the morning, trying to fix the hook to the new song he was working on.

Namjoon jumps when he hears Taehyung coughing, relaxing when he finds the source of the sound, quickly turning to worry."Taehyung-Ah are you okay?" He rushes to the side of the younger member when he continues coughing instead of answering, quickly sitting him up. "Taehyung..”

"I'm..I'm okay.." Taehyung says in between coughs, gasping for air. Namjoon runs his hand across his back until the coughing stops, gently propping him against the wall. "Thanks Hyung.."

"You're cough got worse Tae.." Namjoon says sympathetically, placing his hand on Taehyung's cheek. "You feel a bit warm. I don't think you should film today, you should rest."

"No, no I'll be okay. I just need to take medicine.. it's nothing." Taehyung pouts, not wanting to miss run BTS. "I'm okay.." he repeats softly, giving Namjoon his puppy dog pout."I can do it."

Namjoon sighs, struggling to say no. "Stay here. I'll go get you some water and medicine, but if it doesn't get better in a couple hours you have to sit it out.. we have a music video to film on Tuesday.." Namjoon gets up, quickly leaving the room to the medicine cabinet, pulling out the thermometer and cough medicine.

I don't want to sit at home alone while everyone else films.. I have to convince Namjoonie-hyung I'm okay..

Taehyung forces himself to sit up, drinking some water to try to make him look better than he actually felt when Namjoon returns.

I could deal with the sniffles, but now it feels like his chest was filled with water, making it hard to breathe. It's just a bit of a chest cold...i can handle this..

Namjoon comes back into the room with the medicine, lulled into a sense of false security when he sees Taehyung was up on his own.

“Here Tae, I found some cough medicine and some pain killers.” Namjoon gives him the pill bottle while be pours the liquid into the measuring cup, but Taehyung struggled to get it with his trembling hands.

“You okay Tae?” Namjoon frowns when he notices Taehyung losing his patience with the bottle. “Here, switch with me. I'll get it.”

Taehyung pouts when he watches Namjoon open it in seconds, not realizing he wasn't a twist, that he had to line it up the arrows and pop it open. He just wanted the pain to stop.

Taehyung takes the shot of medicine, coughing on the bitter taste while Namjoon shakes out two pills for him.

“Thanks Hyung..” Taehyung sniffles, popping the pills into his mouth and washing them down with water. “I'm sorry if I kept you up..”

“You didn't. I slept fine, don't worry about that..” Namjoon reassures him.“I'll pick you an outfit today. You go shower. It should help your sinuses.” Namjoon orders gently, hearing Taehyung's uneven breathing.

“It's okay I can do it on my own.. I'm worried on what you might choose..” Taehyung tries to sound playful, but a cough takes away any chances of it working.

“Hey, if you don't like my style stop stealing my clothes you punk.” Namjoon plays along, smiling when Taehyung gives him a smile.

“But your jacket is so comfy..” Taehyung retrieves the “borrowed” jacket from the suitcase he never fully unpacked from their last trip, quickly throwing together an outfit of sweats and a plain shirt.

“You can wear it today, but you got to give it back. Okay?”

Taehyung let's out a small hum in response, going to the bathroom where Jungkook was washing his face with Hoseok.

“Good morning Hyungie, did you sleep well?” Jungkook greets him warmly.

“Are you feeling any better Taetae?” Hoseok asks, looking him over. He could see that the red tinge at the rip of his nose and that his face was drained of his usual honey color he had in the summer months.

“yeah, yeah I just got a bit of a cold.. I'll be okay..Namjoonie-hyung got me some medicine already.. I was going to take a hot.. shower to try to clear my sinuses a bit.” Taehyung says suppressing another cough. He tried to sound nonchalant, but both boys could hear him having to pause in-between sentences to breathe.

“You don't sound okay..” Jungkook frets, rubbing the back of Taehyung’s neck, feeling the tension.“I'll get the water ready for you.”

Taehyung strips while Jungkook adjusts the water to be steamy, but to not burn his ailing hyung. “Thanks Kook-ah..”he smiles, undressing to get in the water.

Taehyung is looking really thin. Was he that small last week? Hoseok searches for his phone, looking through his photos, finding the photo he was looking for.

He took a photo of Jimin and Taehyung during the last run bts episode, and Hoseok was right, even with his soaked shirt clinging to his body Taehyung still looked bigger than he did now.

Taehyung got in breathing in the steam to try to ease the congestion, coughing up phlegm as quietly as possible. It feels like there's no end to it..

“Taehyungie don't take too long, you still need time to eat.” Hoseok warns him, his voice thick with worry at the sound of him coughing.

“I'm not really hungry Hyung, I'll eat later.” Taehyung's voice is nearly drowned out by the shower.

“Just try for hyung okay?” Hoseok asks, leaving with Jungkook when Taehyung agrees with a soft ‘okay’.

“what's up Hyung? You look like you're deep in thought.” Jungkook asks while Hoseok leads him go the kitchen to eat.

“Huh? Oh..no. it's nothing. I'm just worried if doing run bts will be too much for Taehyungie.” Hoseok keeps his discovery to himself, not wanting to draw anymore attention to Taehyung.

“I hope it's nothing physically taxing..” Jin agrees, giving a portion of rice to Hoseok and Jungkook.

“He seems to have more energy than yesterday, but his cough sounds worse..” Namjoon looks towards the bathroom, focusing to see if he could hear him coughing.

“It'll be fine, we'll just keep an eye on him. If someone thinks it's too much we'll make him stop. He'll pout but he'll get over it.” Yoongi calms his members with his quick solution.

Taehyung spends a little too long in the shower on purpose to avoid eating. The thought of eating made him feel queasy. The shower helped loosen the mucus, but it only changed his problem from being completely clogged to dripping down his face.

“Are you almost finished Tae?” Namjoon calls from the other side of the door.

“Yes.. sorry Hyung..” Taehyung replies, turning off the water and quickly drying off. “I just need to dry my hair and get dressed..”

“Alright, if you hurry you should be able to get a quick bite before we go.” Namjoon leaves Taehyung to finish getting ready, going to the other members.

“He wasn't asleep just quiet..” he informs the other members, going back to his cup of coffee.

“Maybe the steam and medicine really helped him.” Jimin says with a hopeful expression, but that wasn't the case.

Taehyung has just gotten really good at hiding it.

Taehyung tries to sniffle quietly, the cameras rolling as the seven of them pick teams. The challenge this week was soccer, being in theme with FIFA World Cup since their team made it to the finals.

“I got red.” Jimin says looking at his paper.

“Me to.” Taehyung smiles, hugging onto Jimin.

“Same here..” Yoongi says complaining softly when Taehyung pulls him close. “Agh, Taehyung don't grab me, don't grab me..”

Everyone else got on the blue team, except for Jin who got a purple mark. “Mines..purple?”

“I'll explain it. The matches will be four on four. We got a special guest. We will be doing a quiz to see who will be on the team with a professional player, the loser getting whoever got the purple card..”a staff member explains.

“Ah, that's what this is..wait, i'm a consolation prize?”Jin pouts.

“No, no. You'll be MC for the quiz. It's just the luck of the draw.” the director waves his arms, clearing the confusion.

Just my luck. All seven of us are playing.. I was hoping to be the MC and stay on the sidelines..

Taehyung tried to quietly cough while staff was explaining the rules. It was only a little past noon, but exhaustion was already hitting him hard, pursing his lips together as he yawned.

Namjoon went over to staff, whispering in their ear. “Can we just have our guest with Taehyungie's team? He's not feeling well and think he should have a handicap..”

“We need to do the quiz or the episode will be too short.. I'm sorry.” The director bows apologetically.

“No, no it’s okay. I have another idea..” Namjoon bows, returning to his team.

“What's Namjoon up to?” Jimin watched with curiosity when he sees Namjoon's worried expression and the staff apologizing.

“Probably telling them about Taehyungie.” Yoongi shrugs, watching Namjoon gather his team. Or he's planning to find a way to help Tae..

“I'm okay,it's just a bit of runny nose and cough. No big deal.” Taehyung gives them a smile, but they could still see the pain in his eyes and the congestion in his voice when he spoke.

“Please don't push it, Taetae, it doesn't matter if we win or not.. There's no penalty, just reward, and you're more important than a prize, so take it easy. Okay?” Jimin asks, pressing his palms together as he pleads, knowing how competitive he could get, especially against Jungkook.

“I promise I won't, don't worry o..” Taehyung feels the itch building in his throat, turning away from him covering his face with his arm the coughs he was holding back come all at once.

“Taehyung..” Jimin braces Taehyung when he starts to double over, helping him gently sit in the grass.

Yoongi rushes to get him water, the other four members moving past him towards Taehyung to check on him.

“Taehyung I don't think you-” Namjoon goes to cut him out of the game,but Taehyung shakes his head, spitting out the thick mucus that forced its way out onto the grass.

“I'm fine..I'm fine, I..just choked a bit..” Taehyung says in between deep breaths. “Please Hyung, I want to play..”

Yoongi returns with a water bottle, giving it to Taehyung and a few cough drops.

“It's nice outside today and can just be a goalie. I'll be okay, please.. I don't want to disappoint army..they are always so sad when someone's missing..” Taehyung begs, opening his eyes wider and tilting his head slightly, looking like a pouting puppy.

“Taehyung-ah..” Jin uses a stern tone, softening when he sees Taehyung's face drop, eyes threatening tears. Sh*t, he's at risk of getting worse either way.. he's just going to beat himself up about it if he doesn't play..

Jin sighs, rubbing Taehyung's shoulder. “Fine, you can play until we think you're at your limit, no arguing about it.”

Taehyung lights up again. “Thank you hyung!” He wraps around the oldest member, hugging him. “I'll take it easy. I swear.. I can do this..”

“Don't make me regret this..okay?” Jin hugs him back, rubbing his back.

“I can't wait to play with everyone!” Taehyung ignores Jin's comment, giving a bright smile. I won't let them down..

Jin gets the questions from staff, watching Taehyung closely as they go through the questions. Taehyung whispered an answer to Jimin,clearly avoiding yelling his name to be called on.

“Jimin! False!” He answers confidently, trusting Taehyung despite not knowing if it was the right answer.

“correct!” Jin confirms, quickly getting to the next question. He wanted to get through the episode as quickly as possible, and it was clear the other members felt the same. They fly through the quiz, getting to the last question within ten minutes.

“mid-fielder!” Hoseok yells the wrong answer confidently, even though he knew it wasn't right. The score was tied and he didn't want to win the match. Taehyungie needs a good player so he can rest more..

“Wrong!” Jin tells him, turning to Taehyung's team to answer.

“forward! He's a forward!” Jimin replies excitedly, putting his team at the five points they needed.

“Aiish…” Hoseok pretends to be upset about losing, looking down in defeat. “Sorry..”

“It's okay. It's okay. Seokjinnie-Hyung is pretty athletic too, he can bounce the ball across those wide shoulders.”

“Come join us Seokjinnie-hyung!” Jungkook calls to Jin with open arms. “Join the losing team!”

Jin runs to Jungkook, the two hugging.

“I'm sorry I didn't help answer many questions, I couldn't remember anything about soccer..” Taehyung apologizes, bowing his head.

“Don't worry about it, I only got two answers right out of the five questions I tried answering..”

“Don't worry about it. It's good to rest your voice right now.” Yoongi reassures him. “we won. Be happy.”

“Hello, it's nice to meet you. I'm Lee Kang-in..” Their fourth player comes to them and after a brief introduction the game begins.

“Hyung over here!” Jimin calls to Yoongi to pass the ball to him, wanting to keep the ball as far away from the goal where Taehyung was.

Yoongi passes the ball, Jimin running it away from the goal, but Jungkook quickly intercepted it.

Taehyung only had to watch the ball, but he was finding it hard to focus. The sun felt unconfirmed warm against his back, wiping the sweat from his neck despite the fact he hasn't moved much since the game started.

He almost didn't notice the ball flying towards him from Jungkook's powerful kick, trying to brace himself to catch it, but he ends up moving too slow, the ball going straight into his stomach, knocking him into the net.

“Hyung!” Jungkook rushes to the goal, dropping to his knees next to Taehyung. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kicked it that hard. Are you okay?”

Taehyung nods, unable to stop his coughing. He couldn't tell if was from getting hit or if it was from holding them back, but he could hardly breathe.

Jungkook lifts up Taehyung's shirt, tearing up when he sees the red mark on his stomach where the ball hit him. “I need ice! An cold press…something quickly or it'll bruise up!”

“It..it's okay Koo..it.. it was an accident.. don't cry..” Taehyung tries to comfort the younger member between coughs.

Jungkook gently rubs his hand across to try to ease the pain, staff quickly coming to ice the area. “Will he have to go to the doctor? Is it bad?”

The staff member gently presses the reddened area, watching Taehyung's reaction. “How badly does it hurt?”

“It's okay.. really.. just a little bruise.. nothing serious..I just got the wind knocked out when I fell on my back..” Taehyung takes a few deep breaths, the cough dying down again. My head,chest and throat hurt more than anything..

“Don't act tough if it hurts Taehyung-ah, you could get serious injury from getting hit in the abdomen like that..” Yoongi sits next to him, checking himself. Taehyung didn't give any reaction to him pressing the ice pack against him, and Taehyung's breathing quickly slowed again.

“I'm fine hyung. Thanks for worrying though.” Taehyung hugs Yoongi, making the Deagu rapper tense up.

“You're really warm Taehyungie.. you shouldn't be that warm..especially with that cold press against your belly..” Yoongi places a hand on his cheek, feeling the heat coming off of it.

“What? No..no I'm okay.. it's just a little hot.. I just need water and to not stand still roasting in the sun. I just need water..” Taehyung breaks away from Yoongi, making it to his feet to try to prove his point.

“Sit Tae. I'll get it.” Hoseok runs to get him water.

“The score is tied at three.. two more points and someone wins, I'll be fine. It's almost done.” Taehyung reassures his worried brothers, taking a drink of water.“Just let Me finish the episode. Then I'll rest all you want..”

Taehyung got his way with the members, pushing another five minutes for the game to finish.

“We won Taetae! We did it!” Jimin cheers when he shoots the ball past Hoseok's out reached hands.

Taehyung wanted to cheer with Jimin, but he knew if he tried to scream with him he'd only cough again. Instead he opted to run towards his open arms hugging him close. “We won.” He smiles, speaking in a softer tone.

Jimin could feel Taehyung's heart racing much faster than it should, even with him leaving the goalie position to play, but he didn't want to ruin the moment. Taehyung was smiling and that's all that mattered right now.

Jimin went to let Taehyung go, but his soulmate was still clinging to him, only tightening when he tries moving away.

“I'm..I'm dizzy..” Taehyung whispers, closing his eyes to try to ease the feeling. Even with his eyes closed, being completely still, he felt like his body was spinning. He takes deep breaths to try to stay conscious, but they come out as shaky panting.

“Taehyungie..” Jimin strokes the back of Taehyung’s head, trying to keep calm despite his heart rate spiking with worry when he feels Taehyung leaning heavily against him, unsure on if he was panicked or just unable to catch his breath. “It-It's s okay.. it's okay I got you.”

“I'm..I'm okay..i..I just..” Taehyung tries talking,trying to calm Jimin, but the tickle in his throat causes another coughing fit, burying his face in Jimin's shoulder. Sh*t..

Jimin slowly lowers Taehyung to the ground, turning him to lean against his chest, gently rubbing his chest to try to ease the pain for him. “You're really sick, Tae.. my poor baby..”

Taehyung gasps for air in-between coughs, his lungs burning as he desperately tries to fill them with air, squeezing Jimin's hand as the hacking cough continued. “Can..can't…” Can't breathe.. it hurts.. it feels like I'm trying to breathe under water..

“Hold on.. it'll be okay..Hyung will fix it..”

Namjoon quickly runs to the van, getting one of the portable respirators, out of breath himself by the time he returned to Taehyung. He holds it up to the vocalist's mouth, relaxing when Taehyung took a deep breath, followed by another before coughing again. “Breathe for me Taehyung..just take deep breaths..okay..?”

Taehyung nods, panting in-between coughs until they finally stop.“I'm..I'm sorry.. im..I'm okay now..”

“No. You pushed yourself to hard Taehyung-ah.. I knew this was too much for you..” Yoongi hisses, annoyed with himself for not putting a stop to it.

He seemed fine after drinking water and popping in a cough drop. He wasn't coughing.. just a bit breathy and hoarse. He wasn't stumbling when he ran, just a little cautious..

“I'm sorry Yoongi-hyung..” Taehyung apologizes softly, forcing himself to sit up straight again. “I just wanted to-”

“No more excuses Taehyung. You were warned to be careful and you still pushed yourself, lying to us every step of the way when we tried to help you. You need to know when to accept that you can't do something. You'll drag the whole team down with your mistakes. How will you do a tour with a cough like that?” Yoongi sucks in his breath when he hears the harshness in his tone, eyes widening when he looks at Taehyung's expression.

Taehyung tenses, eyes pooling with tears, covering his face with his trembling hands. His stomach churned with guilt, swallowing hard. “I l-let you down?” he sobs, his voice shaking. “I ru.r.u.in..d it..f..f..’ He couldn't get the words to form, his voice turning into a cough that rattled his chest.

“No, no Taehyung I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that..” Yoongi reaches for Taehyung, but the ill vocalist pulls away from him. “Tae…” he whispers, eyes widening. “I'm sorry..”

Why are you sorry? I'm the one who got sick.. who refused to admit it.. I deserve this.. they might cancel the tour because of me..

Taehyung pulls his knees to his chest, burying his face inside them, his breath coming out in short gasps.

“Yoongi leave him alone for now okay?” Jin says with narrowed eyes. Taehyung had always been sensitive, especially when he wasn't feeling well. “he needs to calm down..” How could you lose your patience like that? You were so gentle with him yesterday..

Jimin wraps his arms around Taehyung forcing him to lift his head, wiping his tears away. “hey.. hey don't cry.. it's okay.. he's just worried about you. He's scolding you out of love. Yoongi-hyung isn't mad at you..”

“B-but..i..i..” Taehyung tries talking, but it only makes him start coughing again, leaning into Jimin when another ripple of vertigo crashes over him, making him feel sick to his stomach.

“TaeTae, shh.. don't talk right now.. it's okay..I know..you only wanted to make army happy, but being sick and not taking care of yourself will make them worry..so let's focus on getting you home..”

“the..the..outro?” Taehyung whispers, sniffling to try to make it easier to breathe.

“No baby, we have to get you home. We can film one later.” Jimin tells him softly. “You're more important than the episode. It can wait..”

“Jungkook-Ah, help me get him out..”Namjoon whispers, not wanting to wake Taehyung. He slept through the whole car ride home, coughing in his sleep.

Jungkook puts his hand on Taehyung's cheek to keep him from falling when Namjoon opens his door, moving out from next to the sleeping vocalist.

“Sit him up just enough for me to get my arm across..” Namjoon orders softly.

With Jungkook's help he gets one arm around Taehyung's shoulders and another underneath his legs, slowly pulling him forward. Jungkook follows, not moving his hand until Taehyung's head was able to rest on Namjoon’s chest.

“He's light..” Namjoon frowns, whispering softly as they go inside. “And I'm already sweating.. we need to cool him down.. “

“We don't want to risk waking him. With that cough, it'll be hard for him to fall back to sleep. Don't mess with him until he wakes up, okay?” Jin orders, his heart sinking when Taehyung starts coughing, holding his breath until the coughing dies down again. “He didn't wake.”a mix of concern and relief filled his voice.

“I'll stay with him until he wakes up..” Yoongi speaks for the first time since he tried to apologize to Taehyung. His health dropped so much after I snapped at him.. the doctor almost kept him overnight.. this is partially my fault. This is the least I can do..

“BTS would be better without you. You're nothing but trouble. I knew that the moment I laid eyes on you that you'd never listen.” The Namjoon in Taehyung's dreams looked at him with annoyance, leaving the room.

“You're a big cry baby who just holds everyone back.” Yoongi adds in next. "This is your third time getting sick this month. You can't handle being an idol." He followed Namjoon out.

“You shouldn't sign the contract with everyone else. We'll be evened out, 3 vocalists and three rappers.” Jungkook takes the pen that Taehyung was holding, disappearing out the door.

“BTS is everything to me.. you guys are my family.. I want to stay with you..” Taehyung sobs, covering his face. “I want to stay.. please stay with me Jiminie.."

“Well you're no longer wanted. I'm tired of your mistakes.. I'm tired of having to listen to you whine and cry because you don't know how to handle being an idol. Just quit already.” Jimin says with a cold tone that makes Taehyung's heart shatter.

Taehyung felt something shaking him, pulling him out of the nightmare, tears pooling down his cheeks. He doesn't even take the time to look who It is. He just wanted the comfort of a person.

“Taehyung..it's over now.. it was just a dream. You're okay..” Yoongi speaks softly, stroking Taehyung's soaked hair.

“I..i..I do..don..'t..w.e..wa..ewn..i..st..ay..ay..no..” Taehyung tried to speak, but the words came out as a jumbled high-pitched sob. "I.i..wan.."

“Taehyung-ah, baby.. you need to breathe..I don't know what your saying.. you have to calm down..” Yoongi panicks when Taehyung doesn't respond to his voice, tears still streaming down the vocalist's cheeks, coughing out words that didn't even sound like a real language.

Taehyung clung desperately to Yoongi as if he let go he would leave him just like the one in his dream. His breaths came out as small quick squeaks. “Hy..hy..ng..m..m..s..r..y..” He closes his eyes tightly when he another wave of dizziness crashes over him, leaning into Yoongi.

“Taehyungie..you have to breathe..please..you're going to faint if you don't..Taehyung look at me..” Yoongi uses his finger to push Taehyung's chin upwards so their eyes meet, his chest tightening when he sees the redness in Taehyung's cheeks and the blue tint in his lips. “Taehyung please..” He pleads, eyes shining with tears. I don't know what to do, and the others won't be back for another hour..

Taehyung blinks, trying to get his eyes to focus on Yoongi, unable to process anything except that he was crying, reaching to touch his cheek to confirm he was seeing correctly.

I made him cry.. I made him worry even more.. why can't I do anything right? I am nothing but a burden.. I'm sorry, Yoongi..

Taehyung tried taking deep breaths, but the coughs wouldn't stop. Each attempt was more painful than the last, his sides burning with effort. “Ca..ca..can't..” he whimpered, his stomach lurching. It was too much stress on his body, his muscles searing with pain from his efforts to breathe. “Yoongi..” Taehyung tries to quickly push Yoongi away from him, but Yoongi didn't let him go, coughing up a mix of rice, water and mucus down Yoongi's back.

“Sh*t.. Taehyung..” Yoongi releases him, eyes widening. He wasn't concerned about the mess, only about the ailing vocalist, quickly looking for a bin when he hears him gagging again. He finds a trash can underneath the desk, quickly putting it in Taehyung's lap for the next round of sick.

Yoongi quickly strips off his shirt, holding Taehyung from behind to help support him, having his arm around Taehyung's chest to keep him from falling forward.

Taehyung gagged up another mouthful of thick liquid into the bin, whimpering from the burning in his muscles as they pushed up more.

“I got you baby, it's okay.. it'll be o-over soon.. just try…try to breathe..” Yoongi spoke both to Taehyung and himself, feeling his own heart hammering in his chest almost in sync with Taehyung. He could hear his stammering, cursing himself for letting himself get worked up when Taehyung needed him to be strong, wiping away his tears furiously.

The sickness ends just as quick as it started,hardly having anything in his stomach to throw up. He leans into Yoongi, panting heavily in between coughs. He continued to force himself to take in deep breaths, shivering violently despite the sweat that coated his body. “im..im..sorry.."

"It's no big deal.. it's my fault for not letting go. It's just clothing.." Yoongi tried to keep his voice steady, but he could feel Taehyung's shivering against him.

"I'm..I'm freezing..:

Yoongi didnt need to check with s thermometer to know he had a high fever. He could feel the uncomfortable heat radiating off of the younger member.“You got one h-hell of a f-fever.. you need to go-”

“No! No..I wa..wan..” Taehyung panicks, the memory of his dream still fresh in his mind, struggling to hold back his coughs, failing miserably. I'll get better.. I promise.. please just let me stay..

The door opens to the room, Yoongi's head jerking up towards the sound, letting out a sigh of relief when he sees the other members entering the room.”You're here..” Yoongi sniffles, biting his lip to try to stop new tears from forming. They cut it short to get back sooner..

“Yoongi I think you need a break.. Me and Jimin can take over okay?” Namjoon wipes the tears from Yoongi's cheeks.

“No. No I can't go.. not un.until I kn..know he's okay..” Yoongi shakes his head, but doesn't stop Jimin from pulling Taehyung to him. Jimin can calm down Taehyung better than I can..

“At least go get some water and take a few minutes to breathe..” Namjoon gently pushes him, but Yoongi tenses his body, making himself as heavy as possible. “Hyung..” He's really worked up…what happened while we were gone?

Namjoon didn't ask out loud,not wanting to add more fuel to the fire. "Did you give him any medicine?"

"No, he was too shaken up..I only just..just..now got him to stop hyperventilating.." Yoongi was trying to keep his emotions under control, but his voice still trembled.

“It's okay Hyung. We'll get him better, just try to calm down. You'll get sick too..” Jimin strokes Taehyung's hair. “Poor Taetae.."

“Minnie..” Taehyung clings to his new care taker, only then processing who had him. “I'm so.so..rry. I w..wo..won't cry any..an..more..I won't..”

“What? Taehyungie I don't know what you're talking about. Baby it's okay to cry..” Jimin blinks twice, perplexed about what his soulmate was talking about.

“He..he had a bad dream..” Yoongi explains, taking a deep breath. “It made his fever spike..he was..wasn't breathing, he j..just kept..coughing and when he tried talking..” he trails off, the image of Taehyung’s terrified face flashing through his mind.

Namjoon pulls Yoongi into a hug. “Hey, hey you don't have to talk about it..it's okay. You did your best.” He's hardly breathing, and I can feel his heart pounding. He's just as scared as Taehyung..

“Taehyungie, I promise I'll never be upset with you for crying. You're my best friend..I'll always be here when you need me.. every single one of us will. Don't ever feel like you need to hide your emotions from us.. we're family. We need to stick together..”

Jimin's words started getting through to Taehyung, his heart starting to slow. This..this is the Jimin I know..that one..the one in my dream..

“Taehyung..” Yoongi reaches for his hand, finally finding the words he needed to say, cheeks tinging pink. “I love you.. that's why I got so upset earlier.. I shouldn't have said it like that.. I just..” he sighs. There's no excuse for snapping like that.. I'm supposed to be the older brother..

Taehyung squeezes Yoongi's hand. “I love you too..” He smiles weakly, coughing into his elbow.

“Are you calmed down enough to take some medicine baby?” Jimin asks, brushing the bangs from Taehyung's forehead.

“I don't know..i think I might throw it up..my stomach is in knots..” Taehyung admits softly, his body already growing heavy with exhaustion.

“Will you try for me? If we can't bring your fever down we'll haffgh..” Yoongi stops him from finishing his sentence, covering Namjoon's face with his hand.

“We'll figure it out. I'll try cooling him down with a wet cloth or give him a bath.” Yoongi didn't want to risk a repeat of when he suggested it.

“He's asleep..” Jimin whispers when he feels Taehyung's body grow heavier in his arms. “Aiish, he's like a heated blanket that's up too high..”

“I'll move him then.” Namjoon offers, but Yoongi is already gently moving Taehyung onto the bed.

“I'm going to go get the wash cloth and water..” Yoongi sways when he stands, Namjoon quickly grabbing his arm to steady him. “Woah, careful Hyung.. don't get up so fast.”

“You've been crying. You should drink some water first. I'll go get you some.” Jimin gets up, to get some water, but Yoongi doesn't wait for Jimin to return to go into the kitchen filling a bowl with luke warm water.

“Hyung I said to take it easy..You aren't looking well..”Jimin sighs, passing him the water bottle. His hands are shaking, and he looks so pale.. he really needs to rest..

“Its just a headache from crying. I'll just take some medicine and I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. It's Taehyungie who's suffering.” Yoongi takes a drink of water, then takes the bowl of water and a wash cloth into the bedroom.

It doesn't matter how I bad i feel.. Taehyung is more important..

Continue?

[poutyniall]

''Love?'' the sound of Yoongi's voice and his soft knocking reach your ears muffled through the closed door ''Is everything okay in there?''. ''Everything's fine, I'll be out in a minute.'' somehow, you manage to spit the words out of your mouth despite your sore, burning throat before flushing the toilet. You knew he was coming 'cause it's been too long since you rushed to the bathroom in the middle of movie. It was nothing special but the two of you, from time to time, just like to cuddle up on the couch and do nothing, using that time to reconnect with each other through physical, gentle touches and synchronizing your breathings. In the frenzy of life, it's your way of getting back on the same path again. If truth is to be told, it's already been two weeks since you've started feeling sick but, due to deadlines, you couldn't afford the luxury of staying home to rest properly so you just kept going on swallowing one tylenol capsule after another. Until now. Here' something they've all been lying us about: throwing up. It's not like they show us on tv. It's not clean and quick. It's a disgusting, stinky, slow, painful mess that leaves you with red, watery eyes, runny nose, puffy face, harsh throat, stomach aching and a nasty after mouth taste. And you do not want him to see you like that. You've succeeded to clean up the mess you made and splashed your face with iced water but you're left with zero energy, laying on the floor. You hear him knocking on the door again. ''Kitten, can you just let me in?'' he's begging now ''Please?''. You sigh deeply, eyes shut, before crawling to the door, putting your remain energy on your forearms to lift yourself up to sit, resting your back against the wall and reach your arm up to unlock the door. He immediately opens it and looks down when he steps into the room and his foot hits your body. ''Hey.'' he crouches down and wraps his arms around your body, pulling you along with him when he sits down. You try to hide your face turning your head away from him but his fingers catch your chin and force you to lock eyes with him. ''Don't hide from me.'' his voice is soft and gentle just like a caress but it doesn't camouflage his concerne. ''I don't want you to see me weak.'' eyes fleeing his gaze. ''Since when being sick means being weak? Who told you that? Who's ass do I need to kick?'' and you can't help but chuckle and cough right after. He brushes his fingers over your burning cheeks while smoothing your back with his other hand 'till you calm down. ''Now, hear me out'' he cups both side of your face ''when I consciously decided to commit myself into this relationship, not even for a second I thought about slipping out the bad, ugly, difficult moments. I'm with you and I'm all in. I love you. It means we take care of each other. It means thick and thin, good times, bad, sickness, health, all that shit. Clear?'' after placing a soft kiss on it, he rests his forehead against yours. You nod quietly, hands reaching behind his back to cling to him. ''Now, what do you think about we taking care of your stomach and your fever, uh? Are you okay with that, love?''

[jannelle-o]

Ah it feels good to play with inks and watercolor c': 💜

[min-yunki-agustd]

Writing Request!

Thanks For the request! I conbinded two of your request so this will be part one.

TW: emeto, nausea, mentions of V****

Sickie: Taehyungie

Caretaker: Yoongi

Word Count:1k+

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Part : One

It was late, Taehyung was in their bed, he'd decided to hop into bed early tonight. Something about dinner wasn't sitting right in his stomach. Maybe he'd eaten too much? yoongi hyung was feeding him a lo during dinner. He was resting on his side scrolling on Twitter when he felt the bed behind him dip. He heard a grown that he knew had to be yoongi. He turned off to see Yoongi hyung laying stiff in his bed playing on his phone. Tae assumes this is his way of spending time with him. Tae turns over and rests his head on his hyung. They stay like that for a while until Taehyung begins to complain to his hyung about his stomach. " do you think you might have had too much to eat ?" Yoongi asks the younger. " I'm not sure but it hurrrttts" tae whines. " come here?" yoongi invites him to scoot closer." taehyung flintches when Yoongies icy pale fingers make contact with his skin. " did I hurt you?" Yoongni asks somewhat concerned. " no" you hands are freezing" tae says pouting. " oh " yoongi says he takes his hand and balls them into a fist against his lips. He blows into them. attempting to warm his hands. He tries again to take a tummy. being as gentle as possible. he gently glides his long boney fingers across the younger's belly. For a while, tae hyung felt nice. The longer they lay on taehyungs bed the more uncomfortable he begins to feel. his hyung notices. " have you tried using the bathroom?" yoongi asks. ' no" tae says pouting again. " go try Tae-tae" Taheyung slowly rises from the bed. He quickly puts a hand on his middle. Gravity swishes his stomach around. nausea hit him like a bus as soon as he started moving his stomach felt like a ton of bricks in a washing machine. huddled over he shimmed to the bathroom. As soon as he sees the toilet he gags and he has to race to it. He retches loudly.

Yoongi sits up slightly confused and definitely concerned. yoongi calls out to tae. " Taehyungie? " Tae can't respond his mouth is full of sick and he's desperately trying not to make a mess. Taehyung retches hard in response to his hyung. He's instantly hit with dizziness and he squats down and aims for the toilet. Yoongi gets up and walks over to the bathroom. yoongi enters the bathroom to see taehyung shivering and shaking over the toilet. loud retches echo all around. Yoongi steps inside. He sits on the bathtub adjacent to the toilet. he rubs Taes back until the choking noises slow to a stop. once Taehyung's able to stop being sick he rests his body on his hyung. " want to go lay down?",yoongi asks. Taehyung lurches forward with a dry gag. Nothing came up. He rests back on his hyung. Yoongni was about to ask again but Taehyung shook his head yes. Yoongi rose from where he sat and gently helped tae off the floor. Taehyung felt weak, nauseous, dizzy, and cold. He shivered in his hyungs arms. once they were back to taehyungs bed yoongi checked his temperature. with the back of his palm. taehyung was boiling hot and shivering. He helped taehyung under the cover and left out of the room to get some meds and a thermometer. Taehyung groaned in pain due to the aching in his stomach. yoongi came back with two different types of medicnie and a thermometer. "this one is for your stomach and fever and this one is for nausea. Tahyung didn't care who did it he just wanted the pain to stop. The first medicine he was given was a pill he washed down with water the second was a little harder to get down. He gagged a bit, and yoongi instantly pulled out a trash can from thin air. Or maybe yoongi hand it the whole time taehyung didn't know. after gagging three times and looking as though the medicine would come back up he managed to get it down.

He rests his head on his pillow. He slept for a while. In what he thought to be his dreams his stomach swirled and he threw up. it was only after he opened his eyes did he realize that he threw up half asleep. Yoongi was there cleaning up the sick off of his blanket-covered legs. yoongi handed him the trash can again and then ripped the blanket off the bed. Taehyung whined and complained. he was shivering. " I know I know, but I have to throw this in the washing machine. I'll come back with a new blanket. Taehyung stayed there on the bed cold achy and stuck puking into a bucket that was slowly filling up. When yoongi came back and taehyung finally stopped throwing up, yoongi threw another comforter over the sickly younger. 'yoongi asked if he wanted his stomach rubbed again and tae shook his head fast at the question. This time yoongi's hands were delightfully warm. Yoogni could tell the younger middle was slightly swollen and irritated. Yoongi must have pressed down too hard because taehyung groaned and pushed his hand off. " are you ok tae?" yoongi asked afraid he might have hurt the other. " yeah stomach just turning." he says. Taehyung slowly drifts off to sleep. Yoongi last back on the bed figuring he should try to catch some zzz's as well. Sleep when the baby sleeps people always say, he thinks to himself. Unfortunately, they didn't sleep for long before taehyung woke up with a lot of stomach pain. Yoongni had tae describe it and make sure his appendix wasn't rupturing. It was when Taheyung hiccupped and gagged when yoongi helped to taehyung and asked," Do you need the bathroom?" yoongi keeps calm. tae's only response is another hiccup. Yoongi asked again getting slightly worried. taehyung shook his head hand still clinging to his face. Taehyung was looking kinda green and dizzy now. Yoongi reached over again and grabbed the trash can for tae to use. Taehyung quickly releases his hand into it and retched hard. his entire body would roll with each retch making him feel even worse with the movement. He threw up for a very long time before being able to rest back on the bed. His entire body ached at that point. The bout of nausea finally lowered a bit and he was able to take another nap. Yoongi stayed at his side offering stomach and back rubs and letting him know he would be alright. This time yoongi couldn't really go back to sleep, he worried about what in the world taehyung eat to make him that sick. If it was the food would yoongi become just as sick? They had eaten the same foods yoongi was fed taehyung practically the entire dinner. yoongi put his worries aside and focused on taehyung. He checked his phone it was 5 o'clock in the morning he figured he'd check the laundry, rest here and then make tae some to eat before calling out of work when tae woke up.

Morning came, and the sun warm sun hitting taehyung's face woke him. he found yoongi at his side. " good morning sickly" yoongi says. "do you feel well enough to take a shower?" yg asked. Taeyhung shook his head. He was lying but he really wanted to brush the sick out of his mouth and tho clean off his sweaty body. " ok then I'll get you some breakfast cooking while you do that. " don't push yourself too hard take your time" yg says before rising off the bed and heading the for kitchen. taehyung does as he's told. He takes a minute to stare at the ceiling, waiting for his stomach to settle down before rising off the bed. He slowly makes his way to the bathroom. In the kitchen, yoongi cuts up carrots as chicken broth boils on the stovetop. He's somewhat delighted when he hears the shower turn on in the other room. Assuming tae made it to the bathtub safely. Once tae hyung finished taking a shower he turns off the water. He has to stop and steady himself for a moment when vertigo hits him randomly. He gathers himself, grabs a towel, and sits in front of the toilet. A strong wave of nausea hit him and figured he'd rather sit in front of the toilet than make a mess on the floor. He sits for a while waiting for something to happen. another ever comes and he slowly rises back to his feet. he sat there for so long that he had completely air-dried off minus his hair. He slowly waddles back to his room to find clean clothes for him. He puts them on and climbs back into bed weakly. Once he was settled he felt as tho he'd run a marathon. Yoongni comes into the room "Food ready would you like to eat it on the couch?" he asks. " sure" taehyung says keeping his responses short. " ok, I'll meet you there ' yg answers. Yoognni runs out of the room to the kitchen. Tae swings his legs off the bed and makes his way toward the kitchen. he's not even halfway across the room when he is struck with a surprise bout of nausea. he hits the floor throwing up on the tiles. Yoongi heard the crash and runs back int to Teahyung's room. As if it were perfect timing the producer yg was supposed to be working with today calls him up. He answers and explains his situation the conversation is short due to the producer being able to hear taehyung gagging and retching in the background. He told yg he completely understood and would inform their boss of the situation.

Once the phone call ended yg was able to give his full attention to take. he helped tae sit up and when he was done puking his soul up yoongi clean the younger off and cleaned up the floor. yoongi keep a closer eye on him from that point making sure he was alright to get around. taehyungs stomach settled enough to eat some of the soup yoongi had ready for him in the living room and they rested there for the rest of the day watching tv.

[sugaggukkie]

I WAS GONE ON ADVENTURES IN THE YOONGIVERSE BUT IM BACK NOW HEYO WHAT THE FUCK IS UPPPPPPP

[wlwminyoonji]

whoever edited this episode of suchwita I will buy you the drink of your choice anytime anyplace. I love you I hope you're having a fantastic day

[miraclesofpaul]

I FINISHED!!!! OH MY GOD FUCKING FINALLY IT’S DONE! The last line is officially fucking written!!! Now I just need to do one last listen to it to catch all of my stupid typos and this goddamn thing can finally be posted!!!! jesus it’s taken forever and it’s only 28k lmao

[heartofbusan]

It's absolutely heartbreaking. His many apologies will not appease the audience nor the media waiting to crucify a member of BTS. My heart goes out to him, and I hope his incredibly brave heart holds. Hold him up high. Chin up. No shame. Being human, making a mistake, does not warrant this kind of public scrutiny.

Please leave supportive comments on weverse for Yoongi. Flood his latest post with love and loyalty.

I saw the actual cctv footage. It happened just like he said. He rented a scooter. He drove in a straight line down side of the road. He turned to go into 9-1 and the wheel locked up. He tripped and fell over on the sidewalk, and immediately got right back up to check on the scooter. Police foot patrolling the area came over to check on him; he was honest that he’d drank at dinner, so they took his scooter license. That’s it. Nothing damaged. No one hurt. No charges. He was immediately transparent about it with us.

The way media has been hounding him, calling him blackout drunk, playing the wrong cctv footage, saying he could have killed someone, calling for him to be expelled from BTS, and talking about him serving time in prison… is THE MOST RIDICULOUS THING I HAVE EVER SEEN.

In part it’s because media loves to build people up then tear them down. But also there’s all the corruption and murder of investigative journalists by the current administration to cover up.

It hurts to see Yoongi apologize again for something so small. Drinking culture being what it is in Korea, watching him trip and get right back up, and seeing this three-week-long shitstorm… it’s left such a bad taste in my mouth that I haven’t posted about it, because this blog is supposed to be a happy place that focuses on positive things.

But considering the tone of Yoongi’s post just now, and how many k-celebrities are driven to take their own lives after this kind of relentless harassment, I feel like just ignoring this circus would be neglecting someone I love. So I left a detailed encouraging comment on his post.

I urge you to take a moment to write a heartfelt message of support on Weverse right now. I really feel like he needs to see it to draw strength and regain perspective. He needs to know ARMY is not ashamed of him. He needs to hear it over and over that we love him and aren’t going anywhere.

Apobangpo.

[ilys00ga]

why did we get new yoongi content after months of drought AND an ariana grande comeback IN THE SAME DAY? This is so KAJSJAHHSHQHS

[crystalsnow95z]

Part 2 of this story..

Tw: brief hospital scene, slight vomit

It doesn't matter how I bad i feel.. Taehyung is more important..

Yoongi returned to the bed room, gently pushing up Taehyung's shirt so he could slide the wet cloth over his fevered body. Taehyung flinched when it touched his skin,but didn't wake.

"Da*n.. the cloth is already getting hot.." Yoongi whispers, hands trembling as he dips the cloth back into the water to cool it.

"Hyung, Hyung let me do it.." Namjoon tries to take the cloth, but Yoongi quickly pulls away, making the washcloth drip onto the table.

"No. I got it.." Yoongi says irritably, quickly softening his tone when he hears it. "I got it. You should go find something to eat. You haven't eaten today.."

"You haven't either Hyung." Namjoon retorts. "You don't look well hyung.. I think you should take a break.." he reaches to touch Yoongi's forehead, but Yoongi pulls away.

"I'm not hungry." Yoongi rewets the rag,moving the end of the bed to wet Taehyung's legs, jumping when Taehyung starts coughing again.

"If he gets any worse we'll need to take him to a hospital.." Namjoon says softly, brushing hair from Taehyung's cheek.

"I'll take care of him.. I don't want him panicking if he wakes up and none of us are there.." Yoongi gently rubs the cloth over the bottom of Taehyung’s foot. They say if your feet are cold you'll feel cold.. maybe it'll work to soothe his fever..

Taehyung whimpers in his sleep, Yoongi pulling away in case he is the cause, tensing when he continues to shake even after he stops. "Is he having another bad dream?"

"I don't think he's gonna get much sleep until we get his fever down. I don't think it's a nightmare though. His heart isn't going up.." Namjoon gently scratches Taehyung's back, trying to comfort him.

Taehyung clings to Namjoon, trying to get warmth from his leader. Namjoon pulls Taehyung close to him, brushing his bangs from his face. "I got Tae for now. You go eat. Okay? You're older, so you should eat first. You can come back after.."

Yoongi doesn't respond to Namjoon's words, pursing his lips together with his eyes closed tightly. He didn't believe Namjoon. It's not my fault he's sick, but it's my fault it's gotten this bad. He's so uncomfortable he can't even rest well..

"Hyung..Taehyungie wouldn't want you stressing yourself out over this. He loves you, you know? We all do. Don't be so hard on yourself." Namjoon says softly, poking Yoongi's side with his toes. "Hyung, please relax.."

"Let me do this, okay? I'll eat when his fever goes down. I won't be able to stomach anything like this.. please Joon." Yoongi pleads softly, looking into Namjoon's eyes.

Namjoon sighs. He's not going to back down. I know that look.. "Alright.. I'll go eat then come back." He leaves the room, letting Yoongi take his spot by Taehyung's side.

Yoongi takes a shaky breath, closing his eyes tightly. I don't deserve your love.. His heart raced in his chest, pounding in his ears. Taehyung's coughing in his sleep was the last straw, breaking the wall he was trying so hard to keep up.

Yoongi puts the cloth back into the bowl, wrapping around Taehyung's body, burying his face in his back as the tears flow down his cheeks. "I'm sorry..I'm sorry Tae..I s..sh..shou..ve..been a..g..go..good hy..ng..I..i.." his voice breaks into a sob, unable to get the letters to form on his lips.

Yoongi's chest ached as his heart throbbed in his chest, his breath coming out as short shaky gasps. Even with his eyes closed tight, he could feel the dark haze wash over him, making him dizzy and sick to his stomach. "I'm s.s..so..rr..rey.." he sobs in a low whisper.

Taehyung places his hands on Yoongi's arms, blinking slowly in confusion when he feels the tight grip around his body, hearing the agony in Yoongi's voice. Hyung is crying? Why? Please don't... don't cry..

Taehyung wanted to comfort him, but he could hardly get a breath in between the chest rattling coughs, giving him no chance to get any words out.

I have to stop.. I have to calm Hyungie.. he's.. he's really scared.. he's scared.. because of me..

Taehyung leans into Yoongi's chest, nuzzling underneath his chin to try to comfort him, but the Deagu rapper doesn't react to it. Yoongi was hardly breathing, his anxiety drowning him.

Taehyung bites back the urge to cough, forcing his voice to come."No..no scare..no scare.." he tried speaking, but his voice came out as a raspy whisper. "M..m..kay..I'm...kay.."

Yoongi hardly recognized Taehyung's voice as his, sounding young and vulnerable. Sh*t.. I woke him up.. I need to calm down.. I'm just going to make him worry..

"I'm o.. okayTae.." Yoongi pants, trying to slow his breath. His head was spinning, the blood pounding in his ears and his chest.."It's okay..it's okay.." he was telling himself as much as Taehyung, biting back a sob.

"Cry.. Cry don't.." Taehyung pleads when he hears Yoongi sniffling, trying to get his eyes to focus on his caretaker. "Hyung.. hyung.." His voice comes out as a desperate whimper, trying to think of something that could stop the tears from flowing down Yoongi's cheeks.

Yoongi forces himself to take deep breaths, trying to slow his breathing. Why can't I do anything right today? All I've done is make Tae feel worse...

"I'm sorry.. I'm sorry..I'll..I'll stop.. jus..just.." Yoongi coughs, struggling to catch his breath. He squeezes his eyes shut, pursing his lips together.

Taehyung moves to face Yoongi, letting out a soft whimper when his muscles scream in protest, his fever making every movement hurt. He wipes Yoongi's cheek with a shaky hand, nuzzling underneath his neck once more. "Please..please.." He whispers, coughing after.

Yoongi holds Taehyung close, feeling his body trembling in his arms, his breath coming out as little coughs. "Are..are you okay? Can you breathe, okay?"He asks in a soft, worried tone loosening his grip on the ailing vocalist. "Ah..Sh*t.. Tae...?"

"Frozen.." Taehyung murmurs cuddling back into Yoongi's chest, unaware of how hot his body was. He buried his face in Yoongi's chest coughing hard, squeezing Yoongi's arm. "Hyung.."

"I know baby, I know.. we..We need to d..do some..thing about your fever.. do you think you can sit up and take some medicine for me?" Yoongi takes a deep breath, focusing all his energy on getting Taehyung's fever down. I need to pull myself together..I don't have time to feel sorry for myself.. whats done is done..

"Spin..spinny..sick..spinny.." Taehyung tries to think of the correct words to explain how every time he opened his eyes, a nauseating wave of dizziness crashed over him, making him afraid to open them. He didn't want to get sick. Not again. "Yoon..Yoon no..do.."

"Taehyungie.." Yoongi whispers his name, gently pushing him away. He didn't want to make him move, but he had no choice. It's almost insufferable to lay with him, and he can hardly speak.. I need to get some medicine in him.

"No..no..stay.." Taehyung tries to move closer to Yoongi, shivering violently.

"I'm staying here Tae, its okay, I'm right here okay?" Yoongi puts his hand on Taehyung's shoulder, reaching for the medicine bottle. "We need to try. It's okay if you throw it up.. its okay if you throw up before too.. we just need to at least attempt to get some medicine in you, your fever is getting out of control baby.. we need to bring it down.."

Taehyung doesn't answer him, making Yoongi's blood run cold. "Taehyung?" He freezes when he realizes that Taehyung hasn't been actually answering him. He's not processing what I'm saying.

Yoongi gently sits up Taehyung, tensing up when he hears him moan in pain. "I know.. I know.. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.."

Taehyungs stomach lurched, gagging up nothing foamy liquid, clamping his hand over his mouth with a desperate whine. Yoongi quickly grabs the trash bin, moving behind Taehyung to support him.

"Hoba! Namjoon-Ah! Seokjin-hyung..! Jimin-ah!" He calls for everyone one by one until someone answers him. Namjoon and Jin rush in the room when he hears the panick in Yoongi's voice.

"Fu*k.. Taehyungie.." Namjoon sits on the bed next to him, rubbing Taehyung's back, eyes widening when he feels the heat coming off him before he even touched him.

"We need to get him to a hospital.." Jin sits on the other side of him, dialing on his phone with shaky hands. "His fever is way too high.."

Yoongi paces in the hallway by the waiting room. He didn't care about the people filming him and taking photos. All he cared about was the doctor returning to tell him Taehyung was okay.

Please, please let him be okay..

Yoongi wasn't religious, but since they entered the hospital an hour ago, he continued to desperately pray for Taehyung to recover.

"Hyung, you look really pale.. I think you should sit down and drink some water.." Namjoon tries to stop Yoongi, grabbing him by his shoulders.

"I'll sit after I see Taehyungie." Yoongi pulls away from Namjoon, stumbling forward when a wave of dizziness hits him. No.. no I can't be sick now.. they have enough to worry about..

"Woah, Hyung.. be careful.." Namjoon hugs him, letting Yoongi lean against him. "I think you're running a fever.. you're hot Yoongi.."

"I don't care.. I'll be fine.. I just need some fever reducers.. it's fine.." Yoongi's body doesn't agree with his words, the vertigo not fading, his knees buckling underneath him.

Namjoon helps him to his knees safely. "You need to see a doctor.. You might have caught what Tae has.."

"No.. no I'm..I'm just stressed. I'll feel better after seeing Taehyung.." Yoongi hears the sound of footsteps approaching, turning his head towards the sound, trying to stand when he sees the doctor.

"Taehyung-sii is stable.. the medicine worked to bring his fever down. He'll make a full recovery in a week tops." The doctor gives a reassuring smile.

Yoongi falls to his knees, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Woah hyung are you okay?" Namjoon kneels next to him.

"Taehyungie will be okay.. that's all that matters.." Yoongi finally let's himself relax, leaning against Namjoon.

"No, getting you okay matters too.. Doctor, could you please look at my friend here as well...?" Namjoon asks, finally touching Yoongi's forehead. "He's running a fever as well.."

(This is what was cut from the original part. It was written to continue with Yoongi, but I haven't had the time to add onto it.)

[wildestdreamsblog]

Latibule Season 2: IV

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (Mafia/Detective AU)

Summary: In which he lost his latibule.

Warnings: Secret Identity, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

Masterlist, Latibule 2.III

The fact that he was not even trying anything was what was making you be more on edge.

It had been more than three days now and he still hadn’t done anything except following you wherever you went. He turned into your very own version of a shadow, never straying more than a foot away. Despite your diminishing sight, you could see how people went out of their way to avoid your path. You surmised that it was because of the man following you closely. You didn’t have to turn to see the glare he was freely giving anyone as though he was your guard dog, or the dark energy he was emitting like a disturbed cat you used to frequently liken him to.

You were close to your breaking point. Your future laid uncertain, more so about your survival and likelihood that you would see your beautiful son once again just because his father was confusing you.

His motives confused you. If he was here to end you, why hadn’t he done so, yet? If he wanted to talk to you and ensure that you wouldn’t blab to anyone about who he truly was, about his other identity, why hadn’t he done so yet?

Why hadn’t he done anything except to follow you?

You were never a good actress, and you knew sooner rather than later that he would inadvertently notice. Honestly, you were already sick with anxiety and you didn’t know what you would do should you take this one more day. This had to stop and you needed to know why he was doing this.

And what exactly was he doing you asked?

Take for example, right now as you were trying to enjoy your meal in a small diner. His presence was unsettling and his eyes, like dark pools, seemed to follow your every move with a mix of intensity and longing that sent shivers down your spine. Not only was he eating on a booth in front of yours, but he also paid for your meal. He even went as far as threatening the waiter with his eyes to make it appear that the meal was free due to some made up celebration.

You couldn't help but scoff at the absurdity of it all. Unicorn Day? What kind of excuse was that? What even was a unicorn day?! That did not even exist! But even as you stopped yourself from rolling your eyes, a nagging question lingered in the back of your mind. Why was he going to such lengths to keep you close?

More so… why was he pitifully eating his meal alone, his gaze held a certain softness and daresay yearning in them? Why did he look so…lonely?

Confusion and frustration warred within you as you struggled to make sense of his intentions.

However, it was becoming less likely now that he wanted you gone when you came home and finally found solitude. You were going through the motion for the night. Your hands were running across the table as a guide, a thing that you had learned to do when you hit yourself too many times from the edge of the table, when you felt what seemed to be a protective gear used in the corner of tables. And then all at once, you noticed all the little things that had changed without you fully noticing.

The bathroom tiles had more friction to what you were used to, the kitchen utensils lost their heaviness, and the doorknobs were now noticeably noisier than before.

And now that you were alone without his overbearing presence clouding your judgement, without him breathing down your neck that caused you to immensely fear for your life, that you started to look on the other side of your horror: did he do all of these for you?

Perhaps, you were able to tolerate it all because of the anticipation of pain you thought you’d get from him. But this softness and tenderness displaced you. Somehow, this was worse. This was something you couldn’t bear, not when you now knew who he truly was. You couldn’t take this, you couldn’t let all of this change anything – especially when you now had someone to protect. You struggled to think of what could happen should he find out that his clever deception brought someone in this world.

Sleep had greatly eluded you that night regardless of how weary you felt. Your thoughts were all over the place, consumed by worry for your son right now. You couldn’t even step out to find solace and watch the stars like you used to do when your thoughts were just too loud. What was the use, you thought, when you could no longer see their beauty?

You had your eyes closed, now accustomed to darkness and your body was even when you heard it– a miniscule creaking of the floorboard, followed by the gentle opening of the door. He was here, you surmised.

Agustd was here.

Was he here to finally do the deed? Was he here to finally end all of this chaos? Did he wait until the dead of the night so that there wouldn’t be any witness? So that the job would be easy? So that he wouldn’t have to look into your eyes as he delivered the final blow to your heart?

Despite the terrifying thoughts racing through your mind, you were still as a board. You were greatly anticipating the pain as he drew near, his familiar scent, once beloved by you so much, was now making you acutely aware of his proximity more than ever before.

You could feel the heat from his body. You could hear the gentle rustling of his coat as he moved. This was it, you thought. This was your end, and maybe it was for the best. Hoseok would take care of your son. He was evidently fond of him. You knew that multifaceted man loved your child despite who his father was. You knew it the moment you woke up when your child was only a month old and found him gone from your side only to discover Hoseok gently comforting your crying son with his ridiculous stories, his voice painting a story. You knew it the moment he patiently stood by your son’s side when he was sick. You knew it when he cried when your child took his first step. Despite what transpired that fateful night, Hoseok was good to you and your son.

You trusted him.

You felt the side of your bed dipped from Agustd’s weight, yet it was his hand that you first felt. His calloused hand tenderly caressed your face, his touch so faint that you almost wondered if this was real. His thumb softly touched your lips and it lingered there for a moment that you wondered how you were able to control your breathing. You had gone years without him, his existence merely both a nightmare and a wonderful dream only in your memories. You had put him behind, hadn’t you? You had fully squashed any hopes that you and him would be anything other than a disaster, hadn’t you? You had repeatedly told yourself that you would never again let yourself feel anything for him, hadn’t you?

So why then was your heart shattering? Why then now that he was near, now that he was touching you, did your beliefs and your resolute heart wavered?

You could take him following you around. Honestly, you would rather take him being your shadow instead of this because then you could play pretend that he was not here.

You were about to open your eyes when you felt a drop on your cheek. Then, it was as though a dam overflowed as you felt teardrops cascading down your skin and the hand touching you trembling with both grief and relief.

Perhaps, if you could see him now, you'd understand how deeply you were intertwined in each and every part of him. If only you could witness how your absence and your inability to see now broke him, then all your hesitations about him would vanish because no man whose heart was not owned by you would cry as much as he was right now. No man who loved you as hard as he did could withstand this.

“Thank you for not leaving me alone in this world, my angel. Thank you for being alive,” he whispered in the silence of the night.

Min Yoongi’s POV

You were alive and it should be enough for him.

But Min Yoongi had always been a greedy man. He was a despicable man who always craved for more and blamed it all on from his terrible childhood to his twisted parents. He knew he was greedy when he took the organization that had been in his Jin hyung’s family for decades and ventured into darker places no one dared to go. He knew he was greedy when he didn’t stop there and even took hold of the police force for himself. More so, he knew he was greedy when he found you alive and instead of being contented that you were here, that you made good on your promise and didn’t go where he couldn’t follow, he still wanted…no. He craved the warmth brought by your proximity. He wanted you so near to him that you couldn’t breathe without him knowing, that you couldn’t think without him hearing your own thoughts.

He wanted you by his side that you couldn’t leave again. He wanted you so close that no one would dare to hurt you anymore.

However, there was this part of him that was good regardless of how minuscule it was. It was the same part that you were able to reach, the one that made you believed that he was incapable of inflicting pain to others, the one that made the betrayal so much more painful to you. And now, that part was warring with the dark side of him to let you be. It was the same part that whispered that he was somehow to blame for all of this, that had he left you alone, you wouldn’t be in this mess. It was the same part that whispered that he should be happy that you were alive, and that alone should be enough. It was your second chance in life but this time, it shouldn’t be with him.

His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, fingers curling into fists as he wrestled with the conflicting desires raging within him. He wanted to reach out to you, to pull you into his embrace and never let you go, but he knew he had already hurt you enough. And so, he stood there, silently battling the demons that threatened to consume him whole.

Perhaps, this was why he did nothing but to follow you and to watch you from a distance, only letting himself near you when you couldn’t know, only letting him touch you when you wouldn’t be able to push him away in disgust.

His train of thoughts and self-hatred were interrupted by his phone. Yoongi looked down at his ringing phone before bringing it to his ear, turning away from you as he answered. The street was busy but he had clear vision of you from behind, and the crosswalk hadn’t signaled yet for pedestrians to proceed.

“Yoongi-ah, where’s my niece and nephew?”

Here he goes again, Yoongi thought. He chuckled at his ridiculous question, his Jin hyung still hadn’t given up on his agenda of them having families of their own. His hyung's unwavering determination to see all of them settle down and start a family was both endearing and exasperating at times. “You won’t even ask how I am?”

Jin's response was swift and filled with characteristic enthusiasm.  “You found her. I’d say your more than okay. That is exactly why I’m expecting a nephew, preferably, within 9 to 10 months, okay? I’m buying Louis Vuitton onesies as we speak.”

Yoongi listened to his Jin hyung’s plans of buying his supposed nephew the most expensive and ridiculous clothes a newborn could have with a heavy heart. Listening to him made the situation so much heavier. Listening to him made him realize how further he was to realizing that dream…and how impossible it would be now.

“Are you really just going to let me buy him his first custom made toy gun? Really? Because your silence seems like you are agreeing-“

“She’s blind now, hyung.”

That statement alone finally made the mafia prince to cease from speaking, the weight of Yoongi’s new reality was slowly settling in. “She cannot see me. She still doesn’t know that I’m here-“

But Jin's response was unexpected, cutting through the air with a coldness that sent a shiver down Yoongi's spine. "Bring her home, Yoongi."

Yoongi's brows furrowed in disbelief, his mind reeling at Jin's insistence. "What? Didn’t you hear what I just said? I said—"

“I heard you, Yoongi-ah,” he stated with his cold voice he seldom used. “She’s blind now,” he repeated tonelessly. “But I’m telling you to bring her home. We might be able to do something. It’s not over until I, the greatest doctor to ever exist, tell that it is.”

“Hyung,” he sighed, looking down as he processed what Jin said and his poor attempt at making light of the situation. There was a possibility that he could fix you. But did you want anything to do with him now? What if you looked at him with hatred and disgust in your eyes? What if you saw him and decidedly left him again? Was he being selfish for considering the alternative? Could he even survive after that?

And for the first time in his life, he admitted that he was beside himself for terror that you might want nothing to do with him, that you would rather forever lose your sight than see him.

But before he could dwell on his fears any longer, Jin's voice cut through the turmoil, filled with frustration and exasperation. “Then make her fall in love again with you. You did it once, Yoongi. I cannot believe after all the education I all gave you, after sending all of you to the best universities and ensuring that you all would be the top of your chosen profession, you are all still idiots! This is such a simple problem that requires simple solution. For the love all of all that’s-“

Yoongi’s turned to where you were, only to find you crossing the road behind other people. He was a good foot away from you when he heard the screeching sound of tires that seemed to have spiraled out of control and horrifyingly, in its path was you.

His angel.

He moved before he could even think, his legs powered through, pushing people out of his way just to get to you. He remembered thinking to himself at that moment that he this time, he would harshly refuse losing you. This time, he would fight harder against destiny that was so hellbent on taking you from him.

And that time he swore that the universe was on his side as he reached for your arm and firmly pulled you to his chest. The screeching tires and the shocked sounds of the city faded into the background as he felt the force of the fall. With a deep grunt, he absorbed the impact, his body tensing with the weight of both of you as you collided with the ground. Despite the pain shooting through his body, his only concern was for your safety.

His arms remained a steadfast barrier, shielding you from harm as he felt the ground beneath him. The world seemed to slow down, time stretching out in that moment of crisis. The sound of your shock was drowned out by his pounding heart and the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. For a split second, time seemed to freeze as he held you close, shielding you from the impending danger.

As the screeching tires came to a halt, Yoongi's focus remained solely on you. He felt a surge of relief wash over him as he realized you were unharmed, safe in his arms. His heart was beating so fast brought by the sickening worry that he wouldn’t make it in time that he failed to notice the consequences of his actions.

“Are you okay, Angel? You’re not hurt…right?”

“Suga…”

Chapter V

[ldysmfrst]

American Mate - (4)

First Case of Alpha Space

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 4 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 4,731

Work count for Story: 17,363

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children. One of which is special needs, and on 3/28, they lost 75% of their vision. I have had to take time off work to accommodate many MANY doctor appointments. I started a Ko-fi if you feel the heart to donate towards helping with the medical costs of appointments, medication, and modifications to the house, which insurance doesn't cover.

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have Injury, Anxiety, Panic attacks, comfort, Alpha Space, and Cultural differences.

BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit

AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST

Is it really that big of a deal that you got hurt? My god, you were 35 already. You have never lived a sheltered life. You have had your fair share of broken bones, twisted ankles, scrapes, and bruises. 

You are always going on adventures, riding horses, and climbing things you probably should not be climbing. Most of the external scars you bear are associated with stories that are good conversation starters when you feel like showing them. 

Things would be difficult for a while because you are undeniably right-handed. You have a few days of sick time saved up that you can use to start with. Hopefully, this will help you gain some compliance from your wayward left hand. 

Work, however, is going to be the hard part. Luckily, your work is typically done on electronics, meaning nothing has to be handwritten. Even if you tried to write left-handed, no one could read it. You would bet money doctors had better handwriting skills than your left hand did in its pinky. Dictation software to save the day!

Hearing Derek’s voice broke you out of your thoughts regarding your near future. Watching him act cautiously while interacting with the other hybrid was interesting. There is clearly a difference in how he acts with Yoongi than with Evie.

Giggling to yourself at the mention of being a mate with Derek gains the attention of both. Shaking your head, you explain, “Oh, sorry. The thought of being a mate, much less to Derek, was amusing, I guess.” 

You missed the slight frown that briefly graced both men’s faces. Derek thought you were implying he wasn’t mate-material, and Yoongi thought you believed you were not worthy of being a mate.

“Thanks, Y/n. I let you know that I am a catch despite being a Beta. Besides, this isn’t about me right now. We need to get the leadership involved with what to do moving forward. Are you okay if we bring in the others?”

“Yes, please. I need to speak with Director Johnson, fill out an incident report… um or dictate an incident report, and then get to a doctor,” you agree. Attempting to stand up, you are blocked by the golden-yellow eyes that have not stopped watching your every move.

“Mr. Min, I need to get some things done and take care of my wrist,” you say with a hint of confusion because you know he knows that you need medical attention, but he isn’t letting you.

Yoongi’s eyes narrow, and a soft growl pours through the room, causing your eyes to widen. You look over your shoulder at Derek with a ‘what-the-F-did-I-do’ expression, only to be met with a smirk.

“Y/n, I don’t think you understand what is going on. You haven’t dealt with a situation like this before. You may love hybrids, but you still have limited interactions with our culture and this dynamic.” Walking backward toward the door, Derek continues, “With the state of mind that Mr. Min is in, it might be best if a packmate of his explains.”

Derek opens the break room door to face Hoseok, Taehyung, Namjoon, and Jungkook, all staring. “Oh, Hi there.”

Then, as if someone had turned the mute off, they all started talking simultaneously. 

“Is Yoongi-hyung dropped yet?”

“그 사람 괜찮아요?”

“Why does she still smell hurt?”

“Wait, wait, wait, please,” Derek puts his hands up, motioning to stop. "I do not know Korean, for one, and for two, Mr. Min has gone into full nonverbal Alpha Space, and I am not sure he will be coming out of it anytime soon. However, one of you should go in to handle the situation, and Y/n needs to talk with Director Johnson.”

At the mention of the director, a low growl came from Taehyung, causing Derek to take a step back and lower his eyes in an automatic response to a displeased Alpha.

The scent of calming leather gently flows over the group at the door as Namjoon steps forward. His mind is still reeling a million miles a second with you being their mate and you being injured. To top it off, Yoongi is on a deep level of Alpha Space.

“Sorry about that. I can come in, but the director is busy at the moment. He is dealing with the Playmates, your corporate office, and Manager Sejin,” apologizes Namjoon as he enters the room.

He follows Derek to where his packmate and Y/n are situated at a table. Taehyung and Jungkook follow quickly, sneaking in before the door closes all the way. They both kneel respectfully behind Yoongi. Their Alphas recognize that Yoongi is currently in charge of you, and it would be unwise to display anything that could be considered a threat by approaching you too quickly.

They both need to be close to you, and their instincts to be with their newly discovered but injured mate drive their actions. Looking you over for injuries, their eyes resting on your wrist with furrowed brows and set jaws. Taehyung’s eyes change to crystal blue as his tail flickers almost in time with Yoongi��s as he slips into Alpha Space. 

“Namjoon-hyung, Miss Y/n is hurt. She needs a hospital, I think,” Jungkook says, his ears standing straight up on his head, one-pointedly focused on you and the other twitching between his Prime Alpha and the door. 

“It is not that big of an issue, Mr. Jeon, Mr. Min, and Mr. Kim.” Looking up from the trio in front of you and addressing the Prime Alpha, “Sir, I have specific protocols to follow due to company procedure. I must talk with the Director.” 

A growl from one of the men in front of you freezes your words, unsure of what you did to cause their reactions. Internally, you groan because it seems all you get from them are growls as if you vex them more than humanly possible. 

“Miss Y/n, we have already talked to Director Johnson,” Namjoon says with a look of distaste. 

“He has been informed that you are now under the care of Bangtan Pack following hybrid customs,” Namjoon says. "It would be wise to refrain from talking about him at the moment; he did not leave a good impression with the pack.”

Your brows scrunch in confusion, making the hybrids want to coo at your cute face. Clearing his throat (aka his mind), Namjoon continues, “We have more pressing matters to attend to besides paperwork.” 

“You are injured, and we have to get you to a doctor. Manager Sejin is currently contacting one of our personal physicians that we normally use while on tour to have you treated.”

“What? Why would I use your doctor? I can just go to the local clinic,” you quick question. Your scent spikes almost like a heavy perfume with anxiety with the flashbacks of your nightmare. 

“Please, I have taken up much of your time, and caused enough problems as it is. I can take care of myself. I don’t want to be a bother,” you plead.

At your words, you are surrounded by multiple growls and watched by now golden-yellow, crystal blue, and smokey gray eyes. Scooting back in the chair as if the quarter inch gained would save you, you nervously ask, “Derek, what did I do?”

“Y/n, you really don’t get it do you? For as smart as you are, sometimes you can be oblivious,” Derek scoffs teasingly. Smiling, he shakes his head, stepping back from the group and heading towards the door. “Mr. Kim, as Prime Alpha, you might want to explain what is happening and what she should be expecting. Mind you, she has been fiercely independent for the last 15 years of her life.”

“I wish you the best with her. It won’t be easy, trust me, I know. Good luck,” says Derek as he bows slightly to Namjoon once he reaches the break room door.

Looking at you again, this time with a smile filled with adoration for his best friend and what he thinks your future may hold, Derek says, “Relax and have fun.” Then he turns and leaves the room. 

As Derek leaves the room, he smiles at the remaining pack guarding the door. “Mr. Kim, Mr. Jung, and Mr. Park, I think your human does not understand what is happening.”

“Our human? So, you know?” Seokjin questions with wide, cautious eyes.

Derek looks over his shoulder at the closed break room door. His mind conjures up all the ways this could go sideways, but he focuses on all the ways this could be the best thing for you.

“At first, I thought it was just a typical Alpha reaction with him being the cause of Y/n getting injured, but his care and gentleness seemed to come from somewhere deeper. Add on the fact that your other two are fighting Alpha Space. It would be hard to miss,” says the fox hybrid with a softness.

“The other two?” someone asks.

Shaking his head, Derek looks back at the remaining three, saying, “Yes, the younger Mr. Kim and Mr. Jeon’s Alphas surfaced just before I left. Your Prime Alpha is going to try to sort things out, but he may need some back up.”

“Meanwhile, I am going to find our boss and see what needs to be done before you all run away with her,” comments Derek, leaving the pack to mull over the new information.

“Tae has never been one to control his Alpha well when one of us is hurt. I am not surprised if he slipped once near her. Kook always runs on instinct too, so it makes sense he slipped as well,” Seokjin contemplates. 

“Should we stay out here? Miss Y/n’s pack member said it would be better to go in and help Namjoon? Three of us in Alpha space with an injured mate is not going to be easy,” Hoseok adds. 

Nibbling on his lower lip, Jimin thinks of ways to handle the situation. Even though he is one of the younger packmates, keeping the pack calm is his gift. 

He just doesn’t know how to handle you yet, especially since you don’t know what you mean to the pack.

“Good, at least three of you are here, and I assume the rest have made their way into the room with Miss Y/n,” Manager Sejin says while walking up to the group. “I have spoken with Big Hit, the Director at Playmate Service Incorporated, and Dr. Blackwell. Everyone is onboard and the doctor is ready to go.”

“Relax and have fun? What does he mean by that?” You mumble as you glare at the now-closed door that one of your best friends just shut. 

He willingly left you with four Alpha male idols. 

Three of them are kneeling on the floor with non-human eyes, and the Prime Alpha, looking around the room like the way to explain what's happening is painted on the walls.

Taking a breath, you say, “Mr. Kim, Prime Alpha… Sir. Derek is right. I have no actual experience with Alphas. I can tell that there must be some kind of instinctual drive going on, and there are trigger words or actions.”

“I don’t want to cause any more trouble than I already have. What do I do to make it easier for your pack?” you question.

At your words, the kneeling Alphas gave a multitude of pleasant chirps because you may not consciously know what to do but you are still acting like a baby mate. You looked at the three of them, a little confused. They seemingly smiled and made almost the same sound as when you said that.

Okay, so they can growl and chirp. Your curiosity spikes when you think of what other animal-like sounds they can make as hybrids.

Drawing your attention back to him, Namjoon finds the words to explain what is happening, “Miss Y/n, you have done so much to help the Bangtan Pack feel welcome today.”

With a gentle smile, he continues, “So please relax, you have not caused any trouble, and we highly doubt that you will.” 

He thought, ‘At least, not in the way you seem to be thinking.’

“Alpha’s run with a higher level of instinct than your Beta pack member. As an Alpha, Yoongi-hyung instinctually feels responsible for your injury. In order to calm that instinct, a few things will most likely need to happen.” Watching you sit up with interest, he continues, “First things first, he and his Alpha need to get at least your injury treated.”

“He has to be the one to take me to get it treated?” You start to ramble with concern, “I can’t have him go with me to the clinic! There are fans and sasaengs and the media! What about your schedule? You always hear about the tight schedules Idols have and you have already spent all afternoon here over this.”

You start panicking about the hordes of people you hear about following the band around. God, the amount of bad publicity would come from catching you and THE Suga of BTS at a clinic. You can’t imagine what nonsense they would come up with?

Your scent goes into an even heavier version; it takes on an almost alcoholic aspect. The kneeling Alphas instinctually send out calming pheromones while moving closer. 

Yoongi’s tail, still wrapped around your ankle, tightens while he gently rubs the back of your injured hand, which he is cradling protectively. He wiggles forward an inch or two to ensure you realize he is still there and isn’t going anywhere.

Taehyung starts to purr softly but loud enough for you to at least hear it. His mates have always found ease in their emotions and pain with his purring, so he hopes the sound will comfort you similarly.

Jungkook, running on instinct alone, scoots up to your left side, nudges his head under your left hand, and rests on your leg. Touch and cuddling are strong hybrid traits that naturally bring peace to most, and being a bunny hybrid, Jungkook loves to share his cuddles more than the others.

The feeling of Jungkook’s head on your leg snaps you out of your thoughts and brings you back into the room. You hold still as you start to recognize similar comforting behaviors the Alphas are doing with those that Evie always does, allowing you to take a deep breath.

“Sorry. I was raised to take care of myself and not impose on others,” you softly say.

“Miss Y/n, you are not imposing. Again, Yoongi-hyung ran into you while rushing out of the room, and it's his responsibility to make amends. Actually, as a bonded pack, it is our responsibility, too,” explains Namjoon.

“The pack? Like all of you? Is this why they are all like this, with their eyes and stuff?” you question with a scrunched face.

Absent-mindedly, you run your fingers through Jungkook’s hair, softly scratching his scalp, soothing not only yourself but also the youngest Alpha. 

A soft chuckle escapes Namjoon as he watches your instinctual interactions with the youngest mate. He answers, “Yes, that is the best way to explain the eyes and stuff, as you put it.”

“Jungkook-ah and Taehyung-ah will find it easier to leave their Alpha Space since they are not the ones responsible for the injury but trying to be supportive to both of you,” informs the Prime Alpha as you nod in understanding, which he thinks is you not really understanding but just going along with it.

Hearing a knock on the door, he calls, “Who is it?”

“Namjoon-ssi, it's Manager Sejin. I have some updates and a few questions. Can I enter?” a voice calls as the door opens slightly to reveal it’s him. 

At Namjoon's nod, he enters. The door remains open as the scents in the room are constricting in their density. He is followed by the rest of the pack, who take up guarding now from inside. With the mixed emotions in the scent-filled room, the Alphas worry that it will reach other hybrids who will come to investigate.

“Did you contact everyone?” asks Namjoon.

“Big Hit and the Corporate Director are on the same page and will follow the hybrid protocol, but details must be discussed once Miss Y/n has met with the doctor,” Manager Sejin reports to the Prime Alpha.

Moving to look at you, he continues, “I contacted Dr. Blackwell, thinking you may be more comfortable with a female doctor. We have her on retainer to work with some of the female back up dancers on the tour as well as the pack.” 

He glances at the boys surrounding you closely, noting the change in their eyes; his scent changes with curiosity. He raises an eyebrow, looking at Namjoon. With a subtle nod, he confirms that something more is happening but does not move to explain.

Looking back at you, he gently smiles, “With the situation at hand, it may be best to limit other males around you until everyone is out of Alpha space. They tend to get territorial. Dr. Blackwell is on standby, ready to assess and treat you once we know where you will be.”

You look at the manager like he is missing something, or maybe you are as you question, “Why wouldn’t she just come here, or I go to her?”

“Miss Y/n, Dr. Blackwell is a traveling physician. She doesn’t have a permanent office to use but she is well respected in both the human and hybrid communities.”

“Oh, I see. Well, umm…” you look at Namjoon and ask, “What option would be best for your pack?”

Namjoon’s chest puffs slightly at your show of respect to him as the Pack Prime Alpha despite the situation and your pain level. “Not to make you uncomfortable, Miss Y/n, but I think meeting Dr. Blackwell at our Airbnb would be best,” he answers.

You take a moment to think, your hand pulsing with pain now that the adrenaline is starting to wear off. They cannot all fit in your flat. Heck, it's barely big enough for you, Evie, and Derek to hang out in; plus, it's a mess after you tore through your closet to find the right clothes for today.

If the growls were any indication, they didn’t seem to like being at PMS. Instinctually, even Derek and Evie prefer being in their dens when one of the three of you is hurt or sick. Making your decision, you look at the manager and then Namjoon. “Okay. If it is best for the pack, I will go with you to the Airbnb to see Dr. Blackwell.” 

It’s almost as if a weight is lifted out of the room, allowing the pack to take a breath. 

“Alphas Yoon, Kook, and Tae. Can you give Miss Y/n some room? We have to take her to the pack house to see a doctor,” Namjoon says with a firm voice, gaining smiles from the men kneeling on the floor. 

Jungkook stands, quickly moving and curling into the Prime Alpha, his eyes returning to their natural color. Namjoon rubs his back, scenting him lightly to show his pride in the youngest Alpha’s actions to help soothe the baby mate.

Taehyung rocks back on his heels but remains close to you as his purring stops. His body is more relaxed, but his eyes are still crystal blue, shifting between Yoongi and you in wait.

After watching the two younger Alphas move around, your attention turns to the black jaguar kneeling with expectant, questioning eyes. He still cradles your hand as if it were his most precious possession, and his tail hasn’t moved from its coil around your ankle.

You tentatively ask, “Mr. Min, if I promise that you can stay with me, will you let me go get my things, and then you can take me to your pack house?”

Yoongi’s face lights up with a gummy smile as he nods. Your breath hitches at the sight. How can the devastatingly rogue-like handsome rapper look so adorable?

He stands up, his tail unwrapping from your leg. He softly takes both of your hands while he assists you in standing. You smile and mumble a small thanks as you step forward to leave but pause, turning to Namjoon.

“Prime Alpha, do you think I can talk with Derek briefly to let him know what is happening? This way, he can talk to the direc… Boss. Talk to the boss and let him know that I am leaving for the day?” you ask, but your voice is firm as if you were telling the Prime Alpha what needs to happen without blatantly taking control of the situation.

“Yes, talking to him will be fine. He has been established as part of your familial pack and won’t be considered a threat to the pack if he comes around you now,” Namjoon answers, moving out of your way and motioning for the rest to let you pass.

Bowing slightly, “Thank you, Prime Alpha.”

Making it to your desk is apparently more complicated than one would think. 

Yoongi won’t leave your right side, while Taehyung won’t leave your left. Both act like it's code red, and someone is trying to assassinate you. Then, the rest of BTS trails behind like some kind of posse. 

You keep your head down to avoid any strange looks or glares from whomever you pass. To your relief, you find Derek waiting at your desk with his head resting on his palms and a mischievous smile. 

“I see you are taking things in stride,” glancing at your plethora of bodyguards. “Did the Prime Alpha explain everything to you?”

Speaking up from the back of the group, Namjoon answers for you: “She is aware that we are responsible for her at this time, and she will be treated by our doctor at our temporary pack house.”

You don’t miss Derek's look of concern as he tilts his head with curiosity at Namjoon. “I see, of course. You are just responsible for getting her treated. Hybrid customs and all.”

“Derek, can you please let the big boss know that I will be leaving with Bangtan Pack to seek medical care and once I have more updates, I will let you both know?” 

Glancing at Yoongi and still seeing his lovely golden-yellow eyes, you try to ignore the slight flutter in your stomach, “I don’t think it would be good for me to talk with him myself right now.”

Derek nods in response, “Manager Sejin has already given the boss a rough time frame for the near future. I suppose his managing skills came in handy. Don’t worry about us here, we will get a temp while you heal.”

Standing up, Derek passes you your purse, which Taehyung takes. You try to grab it again, but only to have a black and white tail wrap around your arm and bring it back down to your side.

“No carry. Keep safe.” Taehyung almost grunts out in a deeper-than-deep voice, which short-circuits your brain. You knew he was the deep voice of the group, but that was not his singing voice.

Glancing at Derek out of the side of your eye, you see him briefly nod and smile encouragingly while he whispers, “It’s an Alpha Space thing. Best acknowledge his help.”

“Umm… Th-tha-hank you, Alpha,” you stammer out, willing the heat creeping up your neck to stop as your words pull a boxy grin from the Tiger hybrid.

“I think that is it,” you announce to nobody in particular. You smile awkwardly at Derek as he seemingly takes you in like he has never seen you before.

“Y/n, you have been through so much. Not just today but in your life. You have always been the one to take the blame for others, working harder or longer than anyone else and caring for those who never return the favor,” he says, his eyes glance at the men surrounding you as he sees nods of understanding and looks of concern from them.

As a soft smile blooms on his face, he holds onto your good hand, “Take time for yourself and let this pack of Alphas take care of you. You deserve it more than anyone else I know.”

He pulls you into a hug. You briefly stiffen, waiting for the growling and pulling to start, but to your surprise, it doesn't. Relaxing into his hug, you take his words to heart.

A soft whisper in your ear: “You know you will always have Evie and me as your family pack, but right now, be open to the pack around you. " With one last squeeze, Derek steps back and returns to your desk. "Now, shoo! Off you go. The boss said I’ll get to man the front desk for now.”

With a nod, you wave goodbye and face the hybrids behind you. After not finding Manager Sejin and a few others missing, your eyes settle automatically on Namjoon. With a slight frown, you wait for a clue as to what to do next.

“Manager Sejin went down to get the cars. Seokjin-hyung, Hoseok-hyung, and Jimin-ah also went down because we won’t all fit in the elevator,” reassures Namjoon.

“Oh,” you feel a slight tightening in your chest after realizing you didn’t even notice they had gone.

“Miss Y/n, let's take you to get looked at,” Jungkook says while inching towards the office doors. His Alpha wanting to get you away from the hallway that leads to the offices where he knows the Playmates who hurt you are being kept.

You follow the bunny and wolf hybrid while still sandwiched between the tiger and jaguar hybrids. Walking through the halls, you gain some attention from the people you pass. You’re a mere human surrounded by some of the hottest Idols in the world right now. So why wouldn’t they?

Not willing to look up, you keep your eyes cast down to the feet in front of you as you try to avoid what you are a gazillion percent sure are looks of disgust and hate toward you. Normally, you can walk the halls without drawing attention unless Reina is around. While Reina made sure everyone noticed you in a negative way, you fail to notice the glaring looks of the Alphas surrounding you, which has silenced most of the current gossiping.

Once the elevator doors open, the tiger lets out a low growl. Glancing up, you see two fellow PMS employees quickly scamper out of the elevator and down the hall. Well, that is another embarrassing incident that you will have to deal with when you return to work.

Namjoon and Jungkook take the back corners. Looking at the men by your sides, they motion for you into the elevator next. However, when you go to stand in another corner, you are quickly ushered back into the middle with Yoongi and Taehyung in front of you. 

The tense energy calms down as the doors close. The threats in the hallway, the Playmate enemies, and the bumbling director are no longer a concern. The four Alphas relax now that they are the only ones to surround you and are taking care of you. 

Even if your trust in them starts with an injury, they know this is their chance to show you what it means to be taken care of, acknowledged as precious, and loved endlessly by the seven of them. 

As the elevator doors part, you're immediately greeted by the remaining packmates waiting for you, smiles warm and welcoming. They're surrounded by more men in black, whom you assume are bodyguards. The sheer amount of people outside the elevator is a bit intimidating.

Turning to look at you, Yoongi speaks for the first time since he entered Alpha Space, “Take home. Keep safe.”

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Terms & Conditions | Chapter 3

Pairing: Min Yoongi x female reader

Summary: Managing Min Yoongi as one of your encoders during his alternative military service should’ve been simple. He is quiet, punctual—and can apparently type as fast as he can rap! Not to mention the fact that he is easy on the eyes and keeps wanting to help you. You’ve signed an iron-clad NDA, detailing the full terms and conditions of his temporary employment, so you’re supposed to keep things professional, but what happens if neither of you wants to?

Genre: Fluff, eventual smut, co-workers to lovers, office romance, idol!au

Warnings: Purely speculative regarding Yoongi’s alternative military service and how this is really done in SK, I might include scootergate in a future chapter but please know it will be written sensibly imo and with so much love for our Yoongi (I just wanna protecc him at all costs even thru this silly story!), some cursing, boss/employee relationship sorta but there's no power play involved, reader and Yoongi are within the same age range

Chapter Warnings: reader vs IKEA furniture, 1k words about Yoongi's hands, second-hand embarrassment, more cracktastic internal monologues, a tiny bit of angst

Word count: 7k (approx. 30 mins to read)

Posting date: October 19, 2024

Notes: Very Yoongi-coded of me to work through my sickness. So, yes, behold an update, while I am in the throes of flu. Enjoy~

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Masterlist

Sometimes, the mediocrity in this office is just unbelievable. You’ve put in a request for a filing cabinet so that you can organize the copious amount of paperwork that’s been accumulating in your little space that has overtaken yours and Yoongi’s desks. That was two months ago. It finally arrives today, still in its flat box packaging.

Great.

You’ve been staring at the pieces of the Ikea furniture for what feels like an hour, trying to make sense of the instructions. Of course, they’re all diagrams and singular letters and numbers—just a bunch of arrows pointing to nuts and bolts that apparently hold this whole thing together.

Btw, where the heck is Yoongi?! He’s usually pretty punctual. Pretty and punctual. Hmm. Anyway…

Just as you’re about to abandon your unwanted task to write a strongly worded email to the procurement department, Yoongi strolls in your office, oblivious to the war inside your mind.

“You’re late,” you blurt.

Caught off guard, and wholly unused to your raging bitch tendencies, Yoongi looks like a deer caught in headlights, mumbling, “Sorry, I uh I just got this scooter and am still—”

Is he pouting? OH god…

“No, no…” you backtrack, not meaning to sound haughty at all. “You’re fine. I don’t really—sorry, I’m just in a mood.”

Yoongi nods, assessing the pile of rubble you are on, as he sets his helmet and bag on the desk. He takes a spot on the floor next to you, leans over to squint at the same set of instructions, and decides, “This shouldn’t be that hard.”

You roll your eyes, picking up a random board. “Yeah, says the guy who hasn’t tried yet.”

Wordlessly, Yoongi pulls the screwdriver from your hand and the nearest piece of wood, starting to line everything up. You expect him to struggle, because he’s an idol–LOL–he can’t be that good at this, maybe marginally better than you, but nothing to write home about.

Boy, you are so, so, spectacularly wrong. Chae would be laughing at you later that night as you recount this gross misjudgment on your part and would proceed to send you the link to Run BTS episode 148 and as you watch it in your bed with a sheet mask on you’d be like the fuck is wainscoting??

But for now, you are decidedly a non-believer, even as Yoongi moves through the steps with surprising ease, piecing it together like he’s done this a million times before.

“Hold this,” he says, passing you one of the boards to brace while he screws in the side panels. His fingers brush yours as he adjusts the position, and it’s then that you notice his hands.

Well, you’ve noticed his hands before, but this time it’s different. You watch as his long fingers grip the screwdriver, veins running along the back of his hand, disappearing beneath his shirt sleeve, flexing with every twist. It’s oddly mesmerizing—beautiful, if you’re honest with yourself. They look perfectly balanced between grace and ruggedness, bone structure firm, but the skin warm and soft.

God, those hands… Your mind flashes to places it shouldn’t, and you quickly look away. You clear your throat, as you wrestle with thoughts of those hands wrapping tenderly around your throat. 

Holy shit.

He’s completely focused on aligning the screws, while you’re completely unfocused thinking about how you’d very much like for y’all to screw.

Wow. You are a fuckin’ pervert. And so shit at double entendres.

As he continues to work, you can’t help but observe his fingers as they move with precision. Long, lithe, bony in all the right places. Delicate, yet also powerful. And then there are those lovely veins—they pulse slightly with each motion, as his fingers curl effortlessly around the tool like it’s second nature. 

It’s way too easy to imagine those hands doing something else entirely. Something that has nothing to do with Ikea furniture. Everything to do with you. Naked, ideally. Now, preferably.

OK Stop. Stop right now.

With a shaky exhale, you force yourself to focus on holding the cabinet in place, but the mental image is seared into your brain now. There’s something unfair about how attractive Yoongi’s hands are—how much control they have, how easily they move, how they make your brain go berserk.

“You good?” Yoongi asks, his voice breaking through your thoughts.

“Hmm?” You blink, realizing you haven’t said anything for a minute.

He blinks blankly at you and doesn’t say more, just passes to you a handful of screws. You take them from him, swallowing the lewd thoughts racing through your mind.

As he finishes screwing the rest of the pieces together, his thumb grazes along the edge of the board, and your eyes trail after it like you’re hypnotized. You bite your lip, trying to focus on anything else. Anything but how good his hands look. Did you seriously just discover a fetish right now?

He shifts closer to tighten something, and you’re hit with the warmth of his body, plus the faint scent of his soap. Your heartbeat picks up, but you stay silent, pretending this is all fine, like you’re not on the verge of asking him to stop and just drag you to the back office closet to fuck.

Sweat is dripping down your neck at the sheer self control you are exercising at the moment. You need him to hurry the fuck up, because there’s already an uncomfortable wetness in your underwear and you need to deal with it stat. 

He inspects one of the wood pieces and knocks on it as if to test its strength and you study his knuckles, slightly prominent dappled with subtle brownish-pinkish marks perhaps from boxing.

Honestly, that’s so hot.

Yoongi finishes tightening one side and sits back, leaning on his hands, fingers splayed out on the floor. You glance down, and oof there they are again—those damn hands, long and elegant, resting on the floor like they’re mocking you. You wonder, just briefly, what it would feel like if those palms were pressed up against you, instead of the floor. Will those hands be gentle, rough, will he be the type to leave marks…

You’re staring. Definitely staring.

Yoongi clears his throat softly, and you snap your eyes up to his face. He’s watching you now, head tilted slightly, lips pressed into a line that looks suspiciously like he’s holding back a smile. There’s a knowing glint there—of course he’s caught you, but he’s not going to call you out for it.

“Want to hand me that last piece?” he asks, voice calm but with that little hint of amusement in it. He motions toward the final panel lying next to you, hand outstretched.

You quickly pass it to him, avoiding his gaze completely. His fingers brush yours when he takes it, slow, deliberate. 

Oh shit, he definitely knows.

He lines up the final piece of the cabinet and starts screwing it in, but there’s a shift in the air now. You force yourself to focus on what’s in front of you—on the fact that you’re literally just building a cabinet and not having an existential crisis over someone’s hands. 

You glance at him from the corner of your eye, trying to read his expression, but he’s focused on the task again, his lips slightly parted as he concentrates. You catch yourself staring at his lips now and quickly look away before he can notice that, too.

Finally, he finishes tightening the last screw, sitting back to admire the completed cabinet. “There. Not so bad, right?”

You breathe out a laugh, the tension in your chest finally easing. “Yeah. Thanks for saving my ass with this.”

Yoongi shrugs, wiping his hands on his slacks. “It was easy enough. I think you were just overthinking it.”

You roll your eyes, feeling more at ease now that the project’s done. “Well, maybe if I had hands like yours, I wouldn’t have struggled.” The words slip out before you can stop them, and your face ignites.

Fuckkkk stupid fuckk dumbass bitchhh

He glances at you, eyebrows raised, then looks at his hands, flexing his fingers like he’s just realizing what you’ve said. He’s silent for a second, and then, “My hands?” There’s that barely-there smirk on his face, subtle but unmistakable.

You scramble to recover. “You know what I mean,” you mumble, grabbing a stray screw off the floor, wishing it would just swallow you whole.

Mercifully, he doesn’t push it further. Just chuckles softly, leaning back against the wall, his gaze flicking to you for a beat longer. “You’re welcome,” he says simply.

He stretches his fingers one last time before stuffing them in his pockets. “They’re at your service, whenever you need them.”

Cheeky bastard.

“Yes, mom, I won’t be late,” you tell Chae as you tug your high-waisted leggings into place, your phone sandwiched between your ear and your shoulder.

“Ok. See ya!” 

Finally you smooth the fabric of your sports bra in the office bathroom mirror, turning slightly to check your reflection. The purple set hugs your body in all the right places, accentuating your curves and giving you that boost of confidence you hadn’t realized you needed. You’re not perfect by any stretch, but something about this fit makes you stand a little taller, feel a little bolder.

It’s after-hours, and the office is mostly deserted. You’d told yourself it’d be fine to walk back to your desk dressed like this—barely anyone’s around to notice. Yoongi left minutes ago, or at least you think he did. He never really stays after 5:30 p.m. except that one night he returned “for his ear buds” and even then he actually went home and just came back to get drunk with you, apparently.

As you step into the hallway, your dunks squeak faintly on the floor, echoing in the quiet. You glance around, feeling pretty damn good as you make your way back to your desk to grab your stuff before heading to Chae’s Pilates class.

But as soon as you open the door to your office, you freeze.

Yoongi is still there.

Standing by his desk, packing up, his head snaps up at the sound of the door opening. His eyes lock onto you, and for a second—just a second—they widen, raking over you in a way that’s anything but office-appropriate. His gaze drifts from your legs, up to your waist, lingering at the curve of your hips, then up to your chest, where the sports bra does more work than it has any right to.

You see the exact moment he tries to recover. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows and he quickly looks away, busying himself with stuffing papers into his bag like they’ve suddenly become the most fascinating thing in the world.

Oh. Oh.

The corner of your mouth twitches. It’s almost funny, really—after all the teasing and the subtle suggestions, Yoongi finally looks like he’s the one caught off guard. Finally. You saunter further into the office, a booty-tooch here and there, pretending like nothing’s out of the ordinary, but inside, you’re fully aware of the power shift that just happened.

“Didn’t think you were still here,” you say casually, grabbing your water bottle from your desk. You make a show of bending just slightly, and when you look up, you don’t miss the way Yoongi’s stare flickers toward your cleavage before he quickly averts his gaze. His ears are a little red. Gotcha.

“I thought you’d left already.” He clears his throat. “You uh you got a class?”

“Mhmm…” You hum sweetly, tossing the bottle into your bag. “Pilates. My best friend convinced me to go. Free trial and all.”

Yoongi nods slowly, still not quite making full eye contact, like he’s trying really hard not to look directly at you again. The sadistic part of you wants to make it worse, just for shits—after all, didn’t you deserve a little revenge after the way he had you silently losing your mind over his hands the other day?

“So… what do you think?” You tilt your head, as if the answer to that question isn’t already written in big, bold letters all over his face.

Yoongi finally looks at you then, before darting back to his bag, his fingers a little too purposeful as they zip the bag shut. “About Pilates?”

“No,” you say, smirking. “About the outfit.”

It takes him a second to process that, and when he does, you swear you see his jaw tighten. He presses his lips together, trying to keep his cool.

“It’s… nice,” he says, the understatement of the year, and you raise an eyebrow, daring him to say more. 

“Huh.” You cross your arms, weight shifting to one hip, the motion drawing his eyes back to you at the sliver of skin that just revealed itself. “Just nice?”

Yoongi exhales, running a hand through his hair, and for the first time in the months you’ve known him, he looks rattled. Not by much, but enough to notice. You wait, feeling a surge of satisfaction, enjoying this just a tad too much.

He catches your gaze again, this time holding it for longer. His tongue drags across his bottom lip, the gesture slow, and finally, finally, he leans back against the desk, arms crossing as he gives you an appraising look. The faintest smirk pulls at his mouth, but it’s restrained, like he’s weighing his next words carefully. You are still in office premises after all, not in some club in Garosu-gil.

“You’re trouble,” he says softly, and the word hangs in the air between you. The same word you’ve used for him more than once—now, turned on you. “You know that, right?”

You bite your lip, trying to suppress a grin. It feels like a straight-up W, having him flustered, even for a moment. “Yeah?”

He lets out a tiny chuckle, shaking his head. “Yeah.” His eyes drop to your legs again, another once-over. When they return to yours, they’re darker, more intent. He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue before replying, “Definitely trouble.”

You pretend to mull it over, playing with the front zipper of your sports bra. “I mean, you’re the one staring,” you tease, fully aware of what you’re doing now.

Yoongi’s grin returns, a little sharper this time. “And you’re the one who walked in here looking like that.” His voice rasps just slightly on the last words, and it’s enough to send tingles down your spine.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you jest, this time repeating one of his lines from the other night. He shakes his head again at you, clearly remembering it, too.

“Well,” you say, voice deliberately airy, “I should get going. Don’t want to be late for class.”

Yoongi nods, and his eyes follow you as you move toward the door. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel a little smug in the way he’s gawking at you. Man like him is used to being surrounded by gorgeous women, being in an industry that demands being perfect, and yet he seemed enamored by a perfectly imperfect you. How you like that?

Wow he’s still watching. Well if he wants this as spank bank material tonight, then by all means, you consent for him to stare. 

“Have fun at Pilates,” he says, his tone a little too even.

You pause at the door, glancing over your shoulder with a triumphant grin. “See you later, Yoongi.”

You have to admit, work has been pretty inspiring since you and Yoongi started hinting at your attraction to each other. Coffee breaks now feel like mini dates. Over steaming cups of latte (americano for him) that now tastes a little less shitty, your knuckles brush sometimes—just a quick touch, but neither of you pulls away. And even though it’s brief, it’s starting to mean everything. 

It’s becoming more obvious: you’re both opening up, letting each other in, swapping stories that are equal parts random and revealing. He tells you about the black cat he ‘borrows’ from a friend when he feels lonely. You tell him about your complicated relationship with your dad, how it’s still a work in progress. Each conversation feels like another layer peeled back, another step toward something deeper. Hopefully.

But then, of course, your inner saboteur decides to join the party. You start wondering what this really is for him. A way to pass the time, maybe, cause he’s just bored in the house. You know the kind of life Yoongi’s used to, but since he’s forced to step away, and here you are... just there, conveniently available. A little distraction. Maybe that’s all this is. You think about how easily he could pick you up like a little plaything and tickle you whenever he likes. Cos, damn, you know he knows that you are very much tickled.

He hasn’t asked for your number. And honestly? You don’t think you have the guts to ask for his. But it’s not even just about guts–you think you’re a plenty empowered woman. There’s the NDA—a whole ass contract hanging over your head, making sure you won’t cross. You’re stuck, confined to these small, controlled moments within the four walls of work.

And that’s what gnaws at you the most: you don’t know if this could ever become something real outside of this space. Your lives, your worlds—they’re just too different. 

Your Saturday looks a little different today. Tonight, you find yourself in Chae’s place of work. You’re wearing a pretty little dress, paired with cute heels that make you feel amazing, even if they pinch a little. Your hair is softly curled at the ends, one delicate pin securing it behind your ear on one side, leaving the rest to fall naturally. It’s simple but enough to make you feel put together, like you belong here, even if this whole scene is a bit fancier than your usual.

The soft hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses fill the air as you settle in at the bar, a glass of sparkling wine in hand. The lighting is low, giving the restaurant an intimate, almost cozy feel despite its sleek, upscale design. Dark wood tables, candles flickering on every surface, and the kind of velvet seating that makes you want to sink right in. It’s posh, but not stuffy—like the kind of place where you can have a real conversation without having to shout.

You take a slow sip of your drink, eyes drifting around the room. The bar is polished marble, gleaming under the soft pendant lights that hang overhead, casting a gentle glow on everything. The vibe is understated but undeniably chic, with just enough buzz in the air to remind you that this is a special night. 

You imagine Chae in the kitchen, totally in her element, probably yelling at someone to get the garnish right while she’s knee-deep in prepping plates. Too busy to talk, but that’s fine. You didn’t mind. You’re here for the food, the drinks, and to support her.

A guy, about your age, slides onto the barstool next to you. “Hey. You here for the friends and family thing, too?” he asks casually, although it’s obvious since it is a private event after all. You know he’s just trying to make conversation.

You smile politely, nodding. “Yeah, my best friend works here. You?”

“Cousin of one of the line chefs,” he replies. “No idea who most of these people are, but free food, right?”

You chuckle. He seems harmless enough—just someone to pass the time with while you wait for the meal to start. The conversation flows easily, touching on casual topics. Nothing too deep, but enough to make you feel at ease in the unfamiliar crowd.

Then, out of nowhere, a ripple passes through the room. You notice heads turning, subtle whispers growing louder as two men were ushered to a VIP section at the far end of the restaurant. You exchange a glance with the guy–Jungwon, curiosity piqued.

“Who’s that?” Jungwon asks, craning his neck slightly. “Some kind of celebrity?”

You squint in their direction, but couldn’t quite make them out. “No idea, but they must be, with that kind of posse.”

Just then, your phone buzzes in your hand. You glance down, seeing a message come through.

Chae: fuck ur bf and my bf are here!!! Omgggg 

Your eyebrows shot up. You quickly type back:

You: Wtf are you talking abtt?!

But before you can get a response, you are ushered into the main dining area with the rest of the guests. The low lighting and beautifully set tables were designed for an intimate evening, and you found yourself seated at a small two-person table with Jungwon due to limited seating.

As you settle in, your vision drift towards the VIP section again, this time landing directly on someone you didn’t expect to see. Min Yoongi was sitting there with none other than Jeon Jungkook.

Your breath catches in your throat. Oh. Well, that explains the murmurs. The sudden shift in atmosphere. And Chae’s message.

You weren’t expecting this—him. Not here. Not tonight.

You tell yourself to look away, play it cool, but your eyes keep darting back, betraying you. Yoongi hasn’t seen you yet—thank God—but it’s only a matter of time. 

You’re hit with a wave of something—excitement? Nerves? Probably both. This was supposed to be a low-key night, a chance to support Chae and enjoy some free food and drinks. Instead, it feels like the stakes just shot up, like you’re tightroping between wanting to be invisible and being seen.

You take a steadying breath, flicking back to him one last time. He’s still talking with Jungkook, leaning back in his seat, completely unaware of the fact that your world just tilted slightly off its axis. 

Suddenly, Yoongi’s head turns, almost like he can feel your frantic energy. He sweeps the room, pausing when they find you. And for a split second, there’s something there—recognition, a softness in his expression, the kind of look that makes your heart stutter. His lips lift at the corners, like he’s about to smile, and for that brief moment, you let yourself believe in it.

But then, just as quickly, his gaze shifts. His expression cools, like a door closing in slow motion. The familiarity drains, replaced by something distant. Detached. He nods at you—polite, formal, like he’s acknowledging a colleague at a meeting. Nothing more. Before looking away.

Wow. That’s cold.

That tiny, hopeful flicker you’d felt just a moment ago? Gone. You weren’t expecting some grand gesture, but this? This feels like... nothing. Just a nod. Just formality. 

You shift in your seat, fingers tightening around the stem of your wine glass, feeling like shit.

Of course. Of course it’s like this. Why wouldn’t it be? Here you are, your first taste of seeing him outside your office bubble and your inner saboteur was right.

It’s disappointing, but not surprising. This was always confined to the office, wasn’t it? That’s where it was convenient. But out in the world, with people around and the difference of your class apparent? Just look–he’s in the VIP section and you’re… not. It’s different. He’s different. And maybe you are too, suddenly unsure of where you stand with him.

Was he annoyed? Uncomfortable that you’re here? You replay the moment in your head, trying to decipher the brief look on his face before it shifted. You’ve always had a tendency to overthink things, but still... that coolness in his gaze lingers in your mind, and you can’t shake the feeling that something has changed.

You glance away, pretending to focus on the glass in your hand, but the truth is, you don’t know how to feel. You don’t want to feel disappointed, but you do. And it’s hitting you harder than it should, because maybe, deep down, you wanted more.

But this is your first glimpse of what happens in the real world. And right now, it feels like you’re just two strangers in a crowded room.

The first course arrives, pulling you out of your thoughts, and you try to refocus, letting the taste of the food ground you for a while. You chat lightly with Jungwon, making small talk about the meal, the restaurant, anything that keeps your mind occupied. Every now and then, though, your thoughts drift back to Yoongi, to that cool, distant nod, and the wound in your heart expands. You try to shake it off, tell yourself it’s nothing, but fuck—it stings.

Your phone buzzes again with a message from Chae. You excuse yourself from Jungwon and pull your phone out.

Chae: If u don’t intro me to Min Yoongi, friendship over!!!!!!! Also jk but ik you havent met him yet. Omg im guna freakkk

You sigh. Of course. Chae doesn’t know. She hasn’t seen the awkward distance that’s already wedged itself between you and Yoongi tonight. And you definitely don’t want to be the one to burst her bubble. This is her night—a huge one for her culinary career. The last thing you want to do is drag your personal worries into it.

You type up a simple reply.

You: On it. Stand by. And pls act normal

Fuckkk how are you going to do this? You excuse yourself to the powder room. Looking up at yourself in the mirror, you adjust your lipstick and clean up the edges with the pad of your ring finger.

Yoongi’s a good person, you remind yourself, your mind running through every little moment you’ve shared with him at the office. He won’t embarrass you in public. That’s not who he is. But still, there’s that nagging doubt in the back of your mind—the one that’s been whispering ever since you saw his face earlier, the way his warmth slipped into something more distant.

And if he does embarrass you? Well... maybe that’s your answer. Maybe tonight is the night you get the clarity you’ve been secretly waiting for. 

You come back to Jungwon wiping his mouth with the table napkin, chewing the last bits of his mains. Before you can even politely excuse yourself, he gulps his drink in one go, “Hey, I think I'm actually gonna bounce.”

So that’s that. You text Chae and make your way toward Yoongi’s table, heartbeat picking up speed.

Chae: I’m goin in. Get your ass ready. 

As you approach, Beefy—the bodyguard you recognize from past run-ins inside the office—gives you a friendly nod and lets you through without hesitation. You give him a grateful smile before turning your attention to Yoongi and Jungkook. Jungkook is mid-conversation, laughing at something Yoongi has said, but as soon as you appear, their heads turn toward you.

You give a small wave and a smile. “Hey.”

Yoongi’s eyes meet yours for a split second, and he gives you a smile that reminds you of that day you first met. Forced. Awkward. Tight-lipped.

Fuck. You’re starting to feel like such an idiot. Maybe this was a mistake—maybe he really doesn’t want to associate with you outside of work. You should’ve read the room. 

But before your thoughts can spiral any further, Jungkook thankfully steps in. “I’m Jungkook, and you are?”

You give him your name, a small, polite bow. You’re about to explain who you are, but before you can, Jungkook’s face light up with recognition.

“Ohhh, wait,” he says pointing a finger at you, a grin spreading across his face, “You’re Yoongi-hyung’s boss.”

You freeze. Boss? His grin widens, and suddenly, there’s a teasing glint in his eyes as he flicks his gaze between you and Yoongi like he’s just connected some dots.

Yoongi shoots him a look, something caught between exasperation and warning. It’s like you can hear the silent “Don’t.” Jungkook ignores it, his smile only growing, and so is your confusion.

“That would be me,” you say, trying to hold onto your composure, giving Jungkook a nod while feeling completely out of the loop.

“Hyung, why didn’t you tell me she was going to be here?” Jungkook’s tone is light, but there’s an unspoken challenge beneath it, like he’s teasing Yoongi in a way that only someone who knows him well could. The silent back-and-forth between them is hard to miss, and it leaves you feeling both confused and embarrassed. There’s clearly something you’re not getting.

Yoongi just shrugs, his voice more detached than you’d like. “I had no idea.”

You furrow your brows, trying to make sense of what’s happening. Jungkook gives Yoongi a curious look, as if they’re having an entire conversation through telepathy. You, meanwhile, are just standing there, completely out of place and unsure whether you should laugh or back away slowly.

And Yoongi hasn’t even addressed you directly in the midst of all this. God, you’re so embarrassed.

At this point, you figure it’s time to bail. You gave it a shot, and it feels like Yoongi doesn’t even want you here. Sorry, Chae. “Anyway, it was nice to meet you Jungkook, but I should just—” You jerk your thumb over your shoulder, already planning your exit.

“No, no!” Jungkook interrupts quickly, grinning like he’s enjoying this way too much. “If you’re here, you should definitely join us,” he says, gesturing to the empty spot next to Yoongi. “There’s more than enough room.”

You hesitate, but before you can even respond, Yoongi speaks up, his tone calm but there’s something else beneath it—something strained. “She’s with someone already.”

You blink. Someone?

Ah. Now it makes sense.

You glance at Yoongi, the pieces falling into place. He thinks you’re here with someone, like on a date. Is it really why he’s been acting distant? Hmm. It’s almost funny now, if it wasn’t so painfully awkward.

You clear your throat. “Actually, I just met Jungwon here. I came alone.” You explain it to Jungkook, but really, the person who needs to hear it is Yoongi. “And he already left, so I’d be down to join if it’s cool with you….” 

Jungkook’s grin is immediate, and he pats the seat next to Yoongi like it’s been waiting for you all along. “Of course! Sit with us.”

You hesitate for a second longer, glancing at Yoongi to see how he’s reacting. His expression shifts—softens—and before you know it, he’s pulling the chair out for you, at the same time Jungkook gets a call.

“Be right back,” Jungkook says and disappears into the hall towards the back of the restaurant.

You settle into the chair beside Yoongi, feeling this strange tension. You glance at him, but Yoongi avoids you, eyes fixed on the table.

But then, just barely, you notice it—the faintest tug at the corner of his lips. It’s subtle, but it’s there. He’s smiling, the kind of smile that betrays him. The kind that says, Yeah, you caught me. And it confirms what you guessed was happening: he was actually kinda jealous. Which is ridiculous, because why would he feel that?!

He breathes out a soft fuck, before he runs a hand across his scalp. It’s almost funny now and you can’t help but shake your head at him, a small pout playing on your lips. You hear a “sorry” in the deepest register you’ve heard for his voice.

Neither of you says a word after that, but the moment speaks for itself. There’s a quiet agreement to let it go. 

“So…” you start.

Yoongi clears his throat. “Can I get you something to drink?”

You blink, a little surprised, but grateful for the gesture. “Just a glass of white, please.”

He nods, finally looking at you for a second before signaling the waiter. His voice is calm, easy, as he orders for you. He orders a whiskey neat.

As the waiter walks away, Yoongi leans back, glancing at you briefly before looking away again. He doesn’t say much, but the small smile that lingers on his lips tells you enough. He knows he got caught acting a fool. And he’s not quite sure how to deal with it.

And honestly, you don’t know what to feel about it, either. It’s… madness, really.

When your drink arrives, the clouds seem to part. You extend your flute towards him, and he clinks it with his lowball and you both take a sip, peering at each other through your own glasses.

Jungkook sits back down at the table, and the conversation picks up almost immediately. Jungkook leans forward, flashing a bright smile. “So, what’s it like working with him?” He jerks his head in Yoongi’s direction, boba-like orbs twinkling mischievously.

Yoongi sighs, leaning back in his chair, his usual calm demeanor settling in. “Stop,” he mutters under his breath, already sensing where this is going.

You laugh softly. “He’s not so bad. Actually, he’s really helpful.”

Jungkook’s eyebrows shoot up. “Helpful? Yoongi-hyung? Are we talking about the same guy?” He’s clearly enjoying himself, teasing while keeping the mood light.

Yoongi shoots him a look, shaking his head. “I’m right here.”

But Jungkook grins, ignoring Yoongi’s protest. “Nah, you sure he isn’t sleeping on the job?”

You chuckle, nodding. “Well, he does use his lunches for sleeping more than eating.”

Yoongi groans. “Great. Love this conversation.”

“I knew it,” Jungkook laughs, before drinking the rest of his drink like a shot.

You can’t help but snicker, but there’s something in you that feels a little protective of Yoongi. “To be fair, he is helpful. You should see him in the office. Always stepping in when I need something fixed.”

Yoongi’s lips twitch, fighting back a small smile. “See? Helpful.”

Jungkook just raises an eyebrow at him. “Wow, look at you, hyung. Gunning for Employee of the Month.”

“It’s literally just him in my department. He already wins by default.” you bump Yoongi with your shoulders to coax a tiny smile from him, and you’re successful.

Conversations flow naturally after that, going towards the meal you just had (which Chae would be happy to know got rave reviews) onto other things.

“So, where are you from?” Jungkook asks.

“Busan,” you say with a grin, catching the flicker of excitement in his eyes.

“No way!” Jungkook says, clapping his hands together. “I’m from Busan, too!” He leans in, his enthusiasm infectious. “Do you know that bungeoppang stall at Gukje Market?”

You blink in surprise. “The one with the darling ahjumma with the big hair and red lipstick? I used to go there after school.”

“Oh shit, really?” Jungkook lets out a laugh. “I still dream about that mmm...”

“The ahjumma?” Yoongi asks, straight-faced and full of shit.

Jungkook’s expression sours and you giggle.

“You’re just jealous you’re missing out, hyung,” Jungkook says, turning to Yoongi with a teasing grin. “Busan people know what’s up.”

Yoongi doesn't say anything, just looks at both of you with amusement as you share a high five.

Before Jungkook can continue, Chae finally approaches the table, in her crisp chef’s uniform and a bright smile on her face. 

You introduce her quickly, and she immediately fits in, shaking hands with both of them. You admire the composure, really, considering she is meeting her favorite people.

But what she says next surprises you, when she stops being “loyal ARMY” and starts being “protective best friend.”

“I’ve heard so much about you,” Chae says to Yoongi, her tone light, but knowing.

Yoongi looks momentarily caught off guard, but before he can say anything, Jungkook jumps in, grinning wide. “Oh yeah? Well, I’ve heard a lot about her too,” he says, nodding toward you.

Huh?!

You feel your face heat up, and Yoongi glances at you, clearly not expecting the conversation to turn on him like that. “Wonder why you two talk about each other so much,” Jungkook muses, tapping his chin dramatically.

You and Yoongi exchange a look, both of you feeling the awkwardness creep in. You try to laugh it off, but it’s clear both of you are embarrassed.

Chae, despite starting this whole ripple, decides to shift gears to give you a reprieve, “Anyway, I hear you’re part-timing in the military kitchen, Jungkook. I’ve been dying to know what you think of our food, as a fellow professional.”

Jungkook beams, clearly thrilled to be praised for his culinary pursuits. “Oh, it’s fuckin’ phenomenal. Though—that,” he points at one of the dishes on the table, “that’s way better than anything I’ve had lately.”

Chae’s face lights up. “Ah, that makes me so happy. That’s one of my original recipes. What did you like about it?”

As the two of them dive into an enthusiastic conversation about food, you feel a shift under the table. At first, you think it’s nothing—a stray napkin, maybe. But then it happens again, more deliberate this time. You glance down, and—oh shit, that’s Yoongi’s hand.

Your breath catches for a second, your heart doing a little flip. You glance at Yoongi, but he’s still keeping his attention on the conversation between Chae and Jungkook. Still, there’s something there—something softer—that he doesn’t quite hide.

He’s slow, careful, like he’s testing whether you’ll pull away. You freeze for a second, your pulse kicking up. His fingers brush yours lightly before he gently takes your hand in his, slipping it under the cloth of the table like it’s a secret just between the two of you.

Your heart soars. He’s talking to Chae, pretending everything is normal, but this? This is definitely not nothing. You glance at him, but he’s looking ahead, calm and composed as always, matching the tenderness in the way his thumb strokes over your knuckles.

You squeeze his hand back. It feels like the confirmation you’ve both been waiting for, even though neither of you says anything. 

As the night winds down, the crowd starts thinning out. You wait near the entrance for Chae to finish up, scrolling absently on your phone. You’d figured Yoongi left through the back at some point after he and Jungkook were requested to tour the kitchens. But then you glance up and there he is walking towards you.

He stands close, gaze steady on you, like he’s been waiting for this moment. “I’ll drive you home,” he says, his voice low, like it’s not even a question.

You’re caught a little off guard. “You don’t have to—Chae and I were just—”

“I’ll drive you home,” he repeats, softer this time but just as firm. There’s something in the way he says it that makes it hard to argue. It’s not just the offer—it’s the way he’s looking at you, like he’s already decided.

And because God knows you’re so weak for this man, it’s almost pathetic how you just nod wordlessly.

Chae appears, barely catching the tail end of the conversation. Her eyes dart between you and Yoongi, and then—because of course she can’t resist—her jaw drops dramatically. 

She pulls her phone out, putting on the most ridiculous performance. “Yeah? I’ll come over!” She pretends to talk to someone, then covers the phone mic, turning to you. “I won’t be home. Don’t wait up. You have the whole apartment to yourself, all night.”

You shoot her a look, and she gives you a wink before making herself scarce. You groan inwardly. Way to be subtle, Chae. Really nailed it.

Yoongi chuckles under his breath, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. He motions to the car waiting outside. “Come on,” he says, and just like that, you’re following him out into the cool night air.

The car pulls up, sleek and black, with a driver already waiting inside. Yoongi opens the door for you, and you slide in, nerves buzzing in your chest. He slips in beside you, the driver closing the door for him.

The city lights blur past as the car moves through the streets, and for a moment, you’re both quiet, just watching the world pass by. But then, you feel it—his hand, creeping over the seat like it’s found a familiar place, slowly sliding over yours.

Your breath hitches as his fingers intertwined with yours again, his touch warm and steady. There’s no hesitation this time. His grip is a little firmer, more certain.

“Come closer,” he murmurs, his voice quiet, but the way he says it sends a shiver through you.

You hesitate, more out of nerves than anything. “It’s ok,” you mutter, half-playful, half-nervous. “I’m fine here.”

Yoongi lets out a low chuckle, the sound deep and amused. He doesn’t push it, but his thumb strokes over your hand again, like he’s perfectly content with the small bit of contact for now. Still, you feel the tension simmering between you—the quiet pull you’ve been dancing around for weeks, maybe months.

The rest of the drive passes in a blur, your thoughts spinning. When the car pulls up in front of your apartment, you take a deep breath, trying to ground yourself. You know what comes next. You’re psyching yourself up to make the move, but Yoongi’s voice echoes in the stillness inside the car.

“Good night,” he says, watching you with that look that makes your heart race. “You look really pretty tonight.”

You feel the blush creeping up your neck, “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.”

He nods, a boyish grin on his face. 

And before you can stop yourself, the words spill out. “Yoongi, do you... want to come up for ramen?”

The second it leaves your mouth, you cringe inwardly. Ramen? Really? But it’s out there now, and you can’t take it back.

Yoongi’s tongue skims the seam of his lips before it curves into a knowing smile. “Ramen, huh?”

You clear your throat, trying to salvage whatever dignity you have left. “Yeah... you know. If you’re hungry.”

There’s a beat of silence, then Yoongi unbuckles his seatbelt, his eyes darkening ever so slightly. “Ramen sounds good.”

A/N: So....... ramen, eh???? Please lmk what you thought about this chapter <3 Any favorite parts? Personally, it was Yoongi drooling over MC's gym fit. That was hella fun to write.

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