She’s Testosterone 3 [Finale] 1/2
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Genre: 49% Crack, 40% Fluff, 10% Smut, 1% Angst. Gender Bender!Au
Summary: Drop dead gorgeous, cute and sassy - you adore your best friend. But is there more beneath the surface? Who exactly is Min Yoonji?
Warnings: Swearing, blowjob (rofl) and wet dreams.
Disclaimer: Includes cross-dressing as the opposite gender. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with the subject matter. Viewer discretion is advised.
No.
When did this happen?
How did it become like this?
Your best friend is under you, half naked and exposed, chest rising and lips swollen.
The love of your life is standing at the door, mouth wide open and expressionless, stunned shock like a statue, unable to register what’s happening in front of him. His blank eyes read ‘ERROR’.
You urgently peel yourself off the warm body that your own aches for. And you try to cover up your own bare skin with your hands. “Ji-Jimin!”
His eyes flicker down to Yoonji, or what should be Yoonji. There’s a long ten seconds of absolute silence, where all three people are staring at each other, at a loss of what to say.
Then, Jimin suddenly books it down the hall.
“Jimin!” You chase after him, leaving the room but it’s empty. He’s gone. “Oh my god.”
Yoongi chuckles, plopping back down onto your bed with his head hitting your warm bedsheets. With the incident of Jimin barging into the room unannounced, the member in his pants softened immediately. He wouldn’t be able to get it back up if he wanted to.
Now, he’s left staring at the ceiling and he laughs some more, not from mirth or the hilariousness of the situation but the absurdity. “What now?”
When did this happen? When did it become like this?
A few months ago, you entered this college as an innocent bystander who just wanted to conquer obstacles and make it to success. The person you met that’s now lying on your bed, still half-naked, was your roommate. Since when did you become so attracted for that friend and since when did you feel like you were being pulled in a hundred different directions?
“I don’t know.”
Where did those days go?
[Several Months Ago]
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Excuse me! Sorry…” A few girls gasp before moving away, steering clear of you. You’re sure your entire face is beet red from drawing so much attention and ruining your first impressions with these people you’ll be neighbors with but it’s also due to the fact that you’re lifting three cardboard boxes, all stacked in front of each other and tipping like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
You can’t even see properly, your full view is obstructed and your cheek is smushed against the surface of the box. Though, you manage to find the correct room, luckily being able to nudge the door open with your foot. “There we go!”
After setting down the stack and merrily humming a song you heard from the radio, you bend over to pick up one of your many cardboard boxes up. The room is empty, a bit small but manageable. There are two beds on each side against the wall, a mere two strides distance from each other. It was orientation day, the same day that you were moving in. You haven’t met your roommate yet but you were super excited to!
You’re certain that the two of you would be the bestest friends ever-
“Ahem.” Someone clears their throat in the room and you jolt, letting a surprised yelp out. When you lower the box…..you’re met with the most gorgeous person ever.
Your breath hitches as your eyes run over your roommate...your stunning roommate. There’s an air of exuding confidence, a strong aura that makes your knees weak. It’s as if she knows everyone in her wake will crumble to their knees and worship her - she’s not wrong.
Your new roommate is attractive, so much so that you’re left ogling at her pretty, long legs that’s covered in black stockings. She has a bob haircut, silk strands of black hair with bangs dusting along her forehead. Below the cocked eyebrow, long lashes and rounded cheeks is pouted lips. The person’s skin is so clear that you’re jealous. And despite the intimidating and menacing visage of aloofness, it’s innocence. Your roommate looks adorable, like a teddy bear.
You fight the urge to run over and envelop her in an embrace.
“You’re drooling.”
“Crap! Sorry! I-I mean-....” You hastily wipe your mouth with your sleeve. “I mean- hi.”
“Hi.” She darts her eyes back down to the magazine, flipping through the pages of high end brands. Her legs are crossed and she appears apathetic to your arrival.
You swallow hard as you nervously and awkwardly linger. While ignoring the frightening atmosphere, you muster your most cheerful smile. “My name is Y/N! You must be-”
“Yoonji.”
Before you arrived at the dormitory, you already made yourself promise….you were going to become good friends with your roommate. You weren’t just going to co-exist quietly and leave the other alone, at least not when the interaction was going to be so high. You were going to be millimeters away from this girl for tens of hours at a time. The last thing you wanted was to be on bad terms with someone that was going to be so close by. This wasn’t going to be a repeat of high school and your deskmate, the girl who made you feel uncomfortable day in and day out.
If you made friends with your roommate - how much fun would that be?
The two of you could braid each other’s hair, study together and talk about your innermost secrets. It would be like a sleepover every night!
Except, this isn’t how you expected it to go. “I-I...I didn’t see you there! You really startled me. When I came here earlier, the room was empty so I thought you hadn’t arrived yet but I guess I was wrong! It’s funny how easily someone can become-”
As you’re stuttering and rambling like your tongue’s caught on fire, you don’t notice the box by your foot. Yoonji doesn’t say anything, rather amused as she watches you scatter forward, tripping over it like you’re doing a slapstick skit. “WOAH-!”
The box in your arms goes flying in the sky and the top opens, spilling out condoms like it’s raining. The cardboard tumbles to the floor, bouncing once before it slides a few centimeters and stills. But it’s landed in the sea of wrappers, the box of a hundred condoms poured with it.
Your mouth has fallen with the items onto the floor.
Yoonji stares at the ground.
She muffles a giggle behind her hand.
You’re mortified.
“I-I….I can explain!” You drop down, collecting the wrappers by the armful, trying to hide the humiliation and the intense tomato shade of your face. “It’s my parents!”
“Wait!” You backtrack, throwing the condoms back into the box again and then seizing them by handfuls. “I mean they're from my parents not for my parents. God….now I can’t get that image out of my mind but no they-...they just want me to be prepared. I swear, they’re really good people!”
“Uh-huh.”
“My mom knows how college can be and we talked about safety before I left and so-”
You’re interrupted when Yoonji gets up, takes one single step and squats down. In the sea of new condoms, she picks one up with two of her fingers, chin resting in her hand and arm propped on her knee. The pretty girl gives an even prettier smirk and she steals the condom.
“Might need it for later.” Her smirk grows and she gets up to the door. “Have fun using them all.”
“I’m not going to use them all! Wait-!” But by then, the door has shut and you’re left alone, collapsing with your butt hitting the carpet.
Great.
Not only did you fail at making a good impression, now she probably thinks you’re an idiot.
You hold your face in your hands, attempting to stop your bottom lip from trembling, cursing in your head to not cry. Little did you know, that one day these condoms would all be used by Yoonji….with you.
[Present Day]
You can still remember what happened after you met your roommate.
You lost your way around and ended up running into her. It was a bit awkward, following her around campus like a puppy but she didn’t even say anything to you, much less acknowledge your existence. You tried to make amends and fix damaged first impressions by giving her cookies you had baked but she told you to “leave me the fuck alone, hoe.”
In the few days that passed after that, you were having a hard time. Being far away from family and homesick, Yoonji put a snack on your bedside table while you were sleeping. And when you woke up, she asked if you were okay. That was when you knew...behind the hard exterior, it was an endless land of softness. You knew then and a thousand times after that…
The two of you would become the greatest friends.
“Who would want to become friends with a loser like you?” She grumbled, trying to peel your arms that were wrapped around her own limb.
“Aww…” You pouted at her, sniffling and resting your cheek on her taller shoulder. “Don’t be like that, Yoonji. I know you love me.”
She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Yeah right.”
Now things have changed. Very much so. As you gaze upon the person by your side who is both your closest friend and the person you yearn for the most, you aren’t sure what you feel.
It’s still all so sudden. The hollows of Yoonji are still there; the intimidating air, the rounded cheeks and the long lashes, the innocence and pouted lips, the urge to cling and latch on haven’t dissipated either.
But it’s also Yoongi. Someone with calloused fingers and strong hands, a smirk like none other, raspy timbre and deep voice as if he were intoxicated and your desire...the attraction is undying. It seeps into your skin, crying out as if you were an animal in heat or some horny teenager.
Between the solid friendship and the blossoming love affair, you’re left in the middle, utterly confused.
“Do you think this will really work?”
“I don’t know.” He answers in sincerity as the two of you peek into the coffee shop, finding Jimin already seated at a table. Yoongi tugs on his skirt and tucks the strands of his wig behind his ear. “Let’s just give it our best shot.”
The tiny bell chimes as the door is pushed open.
“Hi, Jimin!” You wave at him with a bright beam.
Jimin darts his head over and his eyes broaden at the sight of Yoonji or at least what should be her. He even stands up, grinning wider as he scampers over, pulling out the chair for your roommate. “Lovely day, isn’t it, Jimin?”
“Yes, it is.” He plops back down and you take a seat next to your friend. Jimin never ceases his fond smile or stops staring at Yoonji, the braid in her hair to her glossy lips. Jimin was simply happy to be called out by her. Yet, there’s a smidgen of hesitance within his expression.
“I heard you met my brother.” Yoongi speaks in a sweeter voice, sparing a smile before she makes an order for an espresso and a sweetened cappuccino for you.
He blinks twice, “your brother?”
There’s no way he’ll buy into this. It’s a terrible lie.
“Yup.” Your roommate pops the ‘p’, leaning back in the seat in exhaustion. “We’re fraternal twins.”
Your eyes shut tight, fists in your lap. There’s no way he’ll believe this. Jimin’s going to find out. And once he does, everything will become exposed. Not only will Yoongi be punished and potentially thrown out, you’ll lose the person you care about the most. It’s a terrible lie.
Without warning, you feel warmth. There’s soft skin touching and easing your clenched fists. Yoongi’s snuck his own hand underneath the table and into your lap, relaxing your anxiousness, lacing your fingers through his. Your breath hitches in your throat and then you melt, loosening the tension in your shoulders.
Sneaking a peek at him, he still remains with a calm exterior, pretty features that you admire since the first day. The information sinks into Jimin’s skin and you redirect your irises to him, observing if he’ll buy into it. And he does.
“Wow! That’s amazing!” His eyes twinkle and his grin swells. “I didn’t know you had a brother, much less a twin, Yoonji!”
Of course - anything that Yoonji would say, Jimin would automatically hang onto every single dripping syllable. The recognition of this fact dawns sorrow inside your chest.
Yoongi smirks and shrugs nonchalantly. “He was just visiting today. Goes to another school.”
“So that must mean…” For the first time since the conversation started, Jimin looks directly at you. You automatically sit taller with a smile, gleaming back at him. His next words sends an arrow straight through your heart - one that’s not from cupid’s bow. “You’re in a relationship with Yoonji’s brother, Y/N?!”
“I’m-”
Yoongi harshly tugs on your hand and you yelp, becoming silenced.
“Wow! I didn’t know you were seeing someone. But that’s great, Y/N. I fully support it. You two looked like you were close!” Jimin gives you a huge thumbs up, nodding along and giving you the cutest smile you’ve ever seen. Your heart would usually race with the moon crescent eyes and the drawn lips but this time it hurts.
You pout and lower your head. Yoongi beside you sighs helplessly, watching you like you’re a disappointed puppy.
Jimin leans closer to Yoonji, staring right up at her. “I would love to hear more about your family!”
“I’m busy-”
“How about Saturday?” His enormous orbs twinkle and he doesn’t realize that he’s cut off the other. “I can take you out and we could grab a bite to eat!”
You turn your head up at your friend, wholly envious with the offer. If you were in those shoes, you’d jump over the table, grab Jimin’s hands and say ‘yes’ a million times over until your voice would give out. You’d jump and dance and celebrate.
Unfortunately, Yoongi misinterprets your glassy eyes and envy as coaxing to accept the offer since the boy was so understanding and believed the lie too easily. Yoongi practically smashes his head against the table as he exhales lethargically. “Fineee…”
Jimin almost breaks his face with his humongous smile.
You scream inside your head. It’s gone. It’s destroyed and there’s zero chances of recovering….
Your chances with the love of your life is ruined!
//
You’ve never been a secretive person. Hence, holding onto Yoongi’s most classified information on who he truly is was already quite a feat for you. Unfortunately, your emotions were still written all over your face, an open book for others to see your innermost dilemmas and struggles.
Today isn’t a different day from the usual.
“You...” When you lift your head up from your arms folded on top of the table, you find Kim Taehyung plopping down across, onto the other bench. “What’s wrong with you?”
Taehyung is the resident genius….in the land of the idiots, so really, he might be of average intelligence. There’s a saying out there on big fishes in a small pond or a small fishes in a big pond - Taehyung’s a normal sized fish in a fishtank of tadpoles.
But besides questioning his brilliant reputation, his lensless glasses that you have a thousand inquiries about and the brown mop of hair on his head, he looks quite concerned.
“Jimin…” You sniff out, deciding to confide in him. “He’s going on a date with Yoonji!”
“What?!” The boy slams his fist against the table, startling you. “Dammit! That Jimin making moves when I’m not around and stuck in the laboratory.”
Yoonji is the heartthrob of the institution. Despite the sharp tongue, bitchy expressions and disinterested nature, your roommate is someone that everyone swoons for. People either adore her, respect her or what to be her. There’s no in between. In this aspect, things haven’t really changed.
“I have to do something.” Taehyung mutters, ripping off his thick black frames. Then, he slides the glassless spectacles back onto his face. “I can’t just sit here waiting for Jimin to take her away. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I wasn’t on the other side of the wedding aisle but he was.”
You whimper, slowly nodding. There’s a vision that flashes beneath your eyelids; one where you’re draped in the most beautiful white gown, a wedding dress that’s shimmers in chandelier lights. A smile slips onto your lips when you lift your head and you find Jimin. He’s standing at the alter in a crisp suit, his hair cutely ruffled in chocolate shaded locks, gazing onto you in absolute fondness with his moon crescent smile. This is it. Your biggest dream has come true. But then-
The person who was walking you down the aisle lets go, only to be joined on the other side of the alter. You’re standing stunned, mouth dropping as the music quiets down. And Jimin wasn’t staring at you - he was staring at Yoongi! Your best friend betrays you once more, a piercing stab to your backside as he takes Jimin’s hand and the two join in matrimony.
“NO!”
Your daydream shatters with your wailing cry. A few people look over at you but you don’t notice when your hands are covering your face. You can’t let Yoongi take Jimin. Even if one day Jimin finds the truth, you’ll have no doubts that Yoongi would be able to charm the socks off of him, as a male or female or anything in between. Yoongi simply has that power of attraction, an unbeatable one that snakes around its victims. You can’t let that happen! THIS IS WAR!
“A-are you okay?” Taehyung asks for the second time, surprised at your sudden outburst.
Friendships aside. The rule of sisters before misters, bros before hoes have been discarded. You have to look out for yourself first and foremost. And if you want something, you won’t just wait until it comes to you. You have to go out and get it!
“Let’s do it.” You assert with the most confidence you’ve ever shown. “You’re right. We can’t let this opportunity slip by. One date will lead to three more and then ten and then twenty. Do you really want to watch them get together?! I don’t.”
“You’re very passionate about this, Y/N.” Taehyung muses with a pout, then he smirks and juts out his hand. You clasp his palm immediately, the two of you shaking it firmly without darting your eyes elsewhere. “Deal. Let’s do this together.”
Thus, the anti-ship of Jimin and Yoonji alliance is established.
//
“Are you sure this will work?” You’re cowering down in some bushes and shrubs, ignoring the people who shoot odd looks as they’re passing by. There’s an earbud in your left ear, sharing the other with him as the binoculars push against your eye sockets.
“Hey mom!” A kid shouts, pointing to you and Taehyung. “What are those people-?”
“Shush.” The mother pulls her along. “Don’t look at them.”
On any normal day, you’d feel embarrassed but the stakes are too high to feel shame.
Taehyung sports a telescope and he hums at the back of his throat. “Who do you think I am? Of course it’ll work. It wasn’t hard putting a bug and tracker on Jimin either. The poor thing was so jittery this morning.”
You frown, wondering what it would be like if Jimin was nervous for you. “What are they doing?” The lenses focuses and your finger presses against the side of the binocular, snapping a shot into the memory card.
Maybe Taehyung really was a genius after all. When you both discussed plans, he leant out his technology and now you were dressed from head to toe in it. Aside from the refined binoculars, the gps trackers, the bug and the telescope, he had a fanny pack on with other mysterious tools.
“They’re moving!” Taehyung grabs onto your wrist, forcing you to stand and follow.
Urgently, the pair of you slide black sunglasses onto your face, despite it being a cloudy day. You and Taehyung look like you’re wearing matching couple outfits, identical black trench coats, jeans and fedoras; adding to the investigative feel and overall aesthetic. It’s supposed to be a disguise, make you blend into the crowds walking on the paved sidewalks but you question if it’s merely adding more suspicion.
You brush away any doubts, closing in on Jimin and Yoongi dressed as Yoonji. They enter a cute corner store, grabbing lunch together and you inhale a sharp breath, entering after three minutes. Taehyung picks a seat in a booth, getting a good view of the couple while still hidden away in the corner.
“What do you like to eat, Yoonji? I’ll treat you to anything you want!”
“Whatever is fine.” Your roommate is slumped downwards, lazily resting his chin in his hand, arm propped up on the table. It’s a terribly unladylike posture and you cringe at how he’s manspreading again when he’s wearing a skirt.
“Okay.” Jimin still remains in a chipper mood, lolling his head to one side as he studies the menu. “How about a sandwich with a side of fries and I’ll get a burger with coleslaw. If anything we can share?”
Yoongi yawns, saliva dripping from his mouth. He doesn’t even wipe it away. “Fine.”
Jimin’s grin widens at the validation regardless of the indifferent tone. He calls upon the waitress and makes the order. “Damn. Yoonji’s so hot.” Taehyung mutters and you solemnly agree. Even seated on the chair with the light basking in through the windows, your best friend looks like a painting.
Strands of black hair as dark as night reminiscent to that of Snow White, pink lips puckered into a small pout that’s glossed over with your lipstick stain product, a chickadee yellow dress stolen from your closet and brown leather jacket to pair with the ankle boots and knee-length stockings. Half of the things Yoongi’s wearing were stolen from you but you wouldn’t look half as good as he does. It somehow hurts your pride as a woman, making you seethe in your seat.
“You’re mumbling again.” Taehyung smiles at you, nudging your foot under the table.
“Oh.” You blink hard, catching yourself. “Sorry.”
“Hi, what would you like to order?” A waiter saunters up and when Taehyung looks at you, you only shrug, eyes pinned onto Jimin.
“We’ll both take the house special with soup.” Taehyung replies charmingly and the waiter scribbles it down before answering that it’s a good choice and should only take five minutes.
“I’m glad we’re in this together.” You tell him, realizing you’ve had to shoulder the burden of Yoongi’s secret alone. But at the very least, you had Taehyung with you now. Even if he isn’t that helpful, the two of you have similar goals in mind and work well together.
“Same here. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t even know that Jimin was doing this. So, thanks Y/N.” He smiles at you and you feel a warm heat immersing your cheeks as you nod at him.
“By the way...those glasses of yours. Since when have you been wearing them?”
“Since I was born.” He replies shortly, instantly freezing up and sitting straight at your query regarding his spectacles.
“Why don’t they have anything-”
“I think our food’s coming out!” He changes the topic but the waitress turns the corner instead of waltzing to your table. He laughs awkwardly, swallowing hard and looking at you again. You scoff lightly, wondering why he was so strange.
The soup does eventually come out and for a good second, you forget that you’re watching Yoongi with Jimin. You get lost creating secret codes and signals with Taehyung, an intricate set of high fives and handshakes as your new greeting, giggling at his silly antics and how clumsy and silly he can be despite his title of brilliance. The food warms up your tummy and makes you even more giddy.
“Oh my god.” Your eyes enlarge and you point past him.
Taehyung turns around and gasps. “Where did they go?!”
Luckily, he had thought first and immediately pulled out a gadget to read their location. He ended up paying the bill in spite of your insistence that you could pay your own part but there wasn’t much time to argue when you were rushing out.
“The-” You suck in a huge breath of air, hyperventilating from the run. Taehyung’s in an identical condition, hands on his knees, hunched over to breathe. He takes off his glasses, wiping the sides before sliding them back on. “The movie tickets are on me.”
The audacity! The two of them decided to go see a movie, curl up together in close seats and in a shadowy theater. It’s a romcom movie no less, full of cringey and cheesy lines that can make anyone feel weak in their knees. You’re sure Jimin had picked it since Yoongi wouldn’t care for such a thing.
The sunglasses are still on your face and you manage to spot the couple smack dab in the middle of the rows, sharing a bucket of popcorn - though it seemed Yoongi was stuffing his face more violently, not caring about the butter smearing all over his coral cheeks.
You nearly trip over the stairs. “I can’t see.”
After your sharp whisper, barely heard over the commercials playing on the screen, Taehyung takes your hand into his. His palm and fingers are much larger than yours, engulfing it in warmth as opposed to the matching fit of Yoongi’s hand. While Taehyung has a bigger size and his skin feels softer, Yoongi’s is more secure and a rougher texture, calloused fingertips that you distinctly remember.
You don’t get to dwell as Taehyung leads you up to sit at the back of the rows. “Can you hear them?” He gently presses the earbud into your ear and as you tune in, concentrating with all your might, you can only hear the booming of the infomercials.
“I can’t.”
He sighs and then shrugs. “Oh well.”
As the both of you try your best to watch Jimin and Yoonji, tilting your heads and describing the different things you see based on your angles, you soon settle in when the movie begins.
It’s not bad. A tale about two people from different backgrounds, sharing a rendezvous from a chance encounter and their story of falling in love, going through trials and errors. The movie isn’t spectacular or completely fresh since it’s things you’ve seen before but it’s not terrible enough to make you lose attention or focus or make you bored. “Are you okay?”
Taehyung abruptly leaning in makes you turn to him. He peels off his trench coat and then drapes you in it. A whole new layer is added and you didn’t realize that you were shivering from the intense air conditioner.
“Thanks.” You open it up more, also leaning closer. “We can share.”
He nods and huddles with you, draping the fabric like a blanket. The two of you focusing back on the movie as the main character screams out for her lover. “Don’t leave me! Please! I love you! Come back!”
It ends before you become aware of it.
“Not bad.” He muses. “I’ve seen worse.”
“Yeah, I actually really liked the part where she was the one who proposed to him on the balcony. It was just so romantic- whoa!”
You’re pulled off to the side behind a plant. Taehyung points to the entrance of the theater where Jimin and Yoonji are standing. “Look!”
You gasp. No. It can’t be. It can’t!
It almost looks as if Jimin….as if Jimin will…...like he’s going to….kiss Yoonji?!
All the senses in your body are tingling and not because you’re pulled against Taehyung but because there’s a thousand urges that scream out for you to lunge forward, interrupt and intercept the situation before the deal is sealed. But your feet are grounded and your limbs turn into stone. Taehyung shares a similar state as you. The pair of you are paralyzed.
“I really enjoyed today.” Jimin smiles so splendidly it shines like the sun, challenging the moon that hangs above the darkened sky. “I would love to do it again sometime, Yoonji!”
“Uh-huh.”
Right as Jimin’s eyes flicker to the other’s lips and he leans in…
You yelp softly. Taehyung shuts his eyes.
Yoongi slaps his hand over Jimin’s mouth, cupping his lips and shielding them away.
“Maybe some other time, Jimin.” He says in his sickeningly sweet and high pitched voice, tilting his head to the side. Jimin doesn’t even look hurt from the rejection, nodding enthusiastically at the honey dripping syllables.
“Okay!”
You feel like you can finally breathe again.
//
When the door opens, you put on your best smile, pretending that you were in the room all evening and night, catching up on some light reading. “Hey there, sunshine!”
You giggle as Yoongi slams the door with the back of his foot. He looks like the Yoonji you know, all dolled up and pretty but in one minute, it’s turned into Yoongi. He throws off his boots, crashes on the bed and peels off his stockings, ripping off the wig. “Hey.”
“Bad day?”
Sure. Your best friend turned into your love rival. But at the end of the day, Yoonji….and Yoongi would forever remain your friend and roommate. In any shape or form, anything else doesn’t matter. You still deeply care for this person, this individual that you cherish.
“Yeah.”
The magazine in your hands is closed, chucked onto the nightstand table in between your beds and you flip onto your stomach, watching him with your head on your folded arms. “How was your date with Jimin? Was it good? Perfect? Wonderful?”
You wanted to know what Yoongi truly thought about the date. It was one thing to follow them and listen in on their conversations but the mind could be intricate. You could never tell what your roommate was thinking about anyways. It did make you a bit uneasy to think about Yoongi falling for Jimin….if your best friend suddenly saw what you did; how cute and reliable and adorable the other boy was. But the uneasiness doesn’t stem from Jimin’s single status being taken away. The feeling has no relation to Jimin as a matter of fact...you can’t pinpoint why….
“Pft.” He stretches his arms before grabbing a change of clothing from the wardrobe. “Did you want to join us?”
“I-” You clear your throat, not wanting to stutter and make it suspicious. If it was anyone who could read you, Yoongi could and one measly hint would unravel it all. “I just want to know if he bought the lie of course. No other reasons.”
You still feel bad for lying to Jimin. Deceiving such an innocent...sweet...naive boy. It felt like you were committing the most heinous sin of all. “The idiot believed it alright.”
Your body rolls to face the wall when he begins stripping out of the bright dress. Your eyes flutter closed and a heat emerges when you hear the fabric drop down in a smooth motion. The thought of his nakedness being sheer millimeters away made you nervous. Ever since you kissed him and Jimin barged in, you both hadn’t spoken about the incident.
Sometimes you can’t help but wonder…
If you weren’t interrupted, how far would you two have gone?
“Hey. Who’s trench coat is this?”
When you look over, Yoongi’s in his pajamas, blue shorts and white shirt. Two of his fingers are pinching at the sleeve, the coat hanging off your desk chair. You gasp, having accidentally forgotten to give it back to Taehyung or hiding it away from Yoongi.
“That’s…” You decide to be honest, having a hard time keeping up with so many lies. “...Taehyung’s. I forgot to give it back to him. He gave it to me since I was a bit cold.”
“Oh. I didn’t know you hung out with him.”
“Actually, today I did.” It didn’t occur how close you had gotten to him in the past twenty four hours. Before today, the most contact you had with Taehyung was sharing lunch together with the others on the occasion he passed by and saw Yoonji, trying to chat her up.
“He’s actually quite nice.” You hum out, now off to your dreamland as your lips tumble out your ramblings. “I thought he was a weirdo before...kind of strange since you know his glasses are weird. They don’t have any lenses….Oh! And I tried asking him about it but he avoided the topic...Taehyung’s actually quite nice. I guess he’s the top student for a reason. But yeah, I spent the entire day with him.”
“Like a date?”
“Hmmm…” Now that you think about it, it was kind of like a date. You went to have lunch with him, talked to him and had a ton of fun conversing with the boy. You even went to the movies and he sent you home, hugging you before he left. “I don’t know.”
“Huh.”
You don’t notice Yoongi’s left eye twitching. When he throws the trench coat to the ground and stomps on it and you yell at him, he says it was an accident and brushes it off. You don’t realize that his steps are stomps, that the bathroom door closes harder than it should. When he finishes washing up, he flickers off the light without any warning.
“I’m not done reading.” You whine with an unseen pout. The sound of covers are heard as Yoongi curls up under his sheets.
“Too bad. I’m going to bed.”
You sigh, curling your cold toes together as you watch the lump on the mattress across from you. “Feel better, Yoongi. You did a very good job today. I’m proud of you.”
He makes a strangled and exhausted noise. You go to sleep with a smile on your face.
//
An hour later, Yoongi throws the covers off of himself, having sweated profusely under them. He glares at your profile, the peacefulness of your expression and the rise and fall of your chest, snores leaving them. The moonlight streams in from the window, making your skin glow.
His eyes flicker to the coat and he scowls like a cat annoyed to no end.
Yoongi pulls the blankets up again. He’s only sure of two things.
One: He won’t be able to catch a wink of sleep tonight.
Two: You’re going to be the death of him.
//
“Isn’t the amusement park so great, Yoonji?!” Jimin jumps up and down like an excited child, the mouse ears on his newly purchased hat flops up and down. His grin is wide and radiant, cheeks gleaming pink. “I’m so glad you decided to come with me.”
“Uh-huh.” As their hands accidentally brush each other’s and Jimin attempts to slyly hold hands, Yoongi loses his mind and withdraws, coughing to clear his throat and crossing his arms, completely out of reach for the other.
Jimin smiles and puts his hand into his pockets instead. “Should we go onto a roller coaster? Oh! What about the log ride?!”
The amusement park is lovely at night. The twinkling lights sparkles and creates a mosaic of carnival red and royal blue hues. The scent of caramel kettle corn and caramel apples, corn dogs and funnel cakes fill the warm air. There are spinning and rotating rides, distant screams heard from them and all around are lovers holding hands, children running between crowds with childish laughter.
Yoongi hates it.
All he wants to do is curl up in his bed, slip between toasty covers, poke his eyes out….to stare at you across the room. But at the moment, he’s with Park Jimin. The annoying kid who never stops smiling but Yoongi has to admit, he’s tenacious. Annoyingly so, to the point where Yoongi couldn’t do anything but accept the date request after being pestered for three days in a row.
Yoongi’s also not very fond of rollercoasters and rides. The adrenaline never did much for him but makes him feel slightly queasy.
“Please keep all your hands and feet in! Your safety is our biggest concern!” A chirpy employee wearing an LED neon headband motions with all her energy. She grins and waves as the long boat jolts, beginning to take off. “Enjoy the ride everybody!”
With the blind enthusiasm and cuteness of the employee, Yoongi’s reminded of you.
He grimaces pondering what you’re doing at this moment. What if you were the one beside him instead? Would he hate it so much then?
“Are you ready? Woo! This is going to be so much fun!” Jimin lifts up his arms, the both of them are inclined backwards as the boat rides up the slope. Some water sloshes inside and Yoongi winces at the coldness. No one in the amusement park is as miserable as he is. Yoongi’s positive, especially when the numerous people behind him are shouting for joy and excitement.
His stomach lurches when there’s a tiny fall and Jimin screams even louder with the people behind. The boat rushes straight forward and the wind slaps him across his face, making him blink several times. There are more dips here and there, letting the butterflies flutter in his abdomen. Yoongi’s thanking the heavens that he didn’t decide to eat a heavy lunch earlier.
The boat slows down considerably as it turns a few rounded corners. Then, it makes a full stop in front of the first smaller drop. Yoongi gulps, apprehensive as he looks down at the fifty feet descent. He wonders why the hell Jimin and him are seated at the very front. “Woo! This is amazing!” Jimin shouts and Yoongi has no choice but to lift his hand to his head, pressing down his bob wig to his scalp…..and then the boat tumbles down.
The screams that threaten to pull out of his lungs like the tens of people behind him screeching in delight are instead stuck in his throat. Yoongi opens his mouth, stunned shock and trying to recover. The water had splashed him, making his knees completely wet. But what’s even more appalling…..is that a certain scream sounded like it was coming from you-
“One more to go!” Jimin whips up his arms into the air, embracing the rush. The boat is finished climbing a massive hill and it halts at the top of the edge, wobbling at the very tip.
It’s the last drop. Twice in size from the first one. A hundred feet. From the view at the top, it looks like a straight ninety degree fall. “Fuck!”
Yoongi holds his wig to his head, screaming at the top of his lungs. The others behind him shout too and Jimin giggles. The boat finally tips over and it plunges downwards with all the forces of gravity. The camera snaps a blinding flash. The water splashes like the most intense shower, a waterfall no less. Yoongi’s voice raises to the highest possible pitch. Jimin is still laughing like a maniac. The ride is finally over.
Yoongi feels like his soul’s left his body.
“Wasn’t that fun?” Jimin skips about, crescent eyes paired with his lopsided lips. “Let’s look at the picture, Yoonji!” He pulls the other over and the two wait by the screen, photos passing by at the booth. “Oh! That’s us.”
He lays his eyes on the snapshot, not altering his impassive expression despite realizing how horrible he looks - mouth half open and one of his eyelids closed, wind smacking across the skin of his cheeks, hands hanging onto his fake hair like it's a hat. Jimin, on the other hand, looks delighted with his arms in the air.
What catches Yoongi's attention, however, is a pair sitting towards the back. The male is wearing a trench coat and sunglasses, looking highly suspicious with his boxy grin. The companion beside the male is visibly shrieking...sunglasses flying off and into the air, revealing half of their face.
“Y/N?” He suddenly turns around, lifting a brow. The glare of the monitor from the fairy lights had revealed the reflection of two figures walking by.
You freeze, neck craning over. “Y-Y….Yoonji?”
Taehyung is seen nervously swallowing and then he bursts out in laughter, ripping off the dark spectacles. “What a coincidence!” Didn't know you guys were here on a date! Nope...totally had no knowledge of it whatsoever.”
You want to facepalm at how obvious he's making it, an even worse of a liar than you are. “Wow! It is a coincidence!” Jimin seems to buy into like the angel that he is, unable to comprehend why anyone would want to deceive him. “Are you two on a date too? Oh, but Y/N...what about Yoongi?”
Jimin glances over to your best friend upon mentioning the supposed ‘brother’.
Yoongi dressed as Yoonji, crosses his arms. He looks completely unimpressed and you wither under the glare. “Yeah, Y/N. What. about. Yoongi?.”
You laugh stiffly. “This is just a hangout...right, Taehyung?”
The boy in question simply blinks at you. “Who’s Yoongi?”
A sigh leaves your parted lips. “It's complicated.”
“Well, now that you’re here! You could join us! Like a double date?” Yoongi unexpectedly sparks up in a springy and light tone. He leans onto Jimin, grabbing his arm and pouting cutely at him. “That’s okay, right, Jimin?”
“O...oh yeah!” He’s immediately flustered by the unusual affection of Yoonji. “That’s fine.”
Taehyung shrugs in affirmation. “Sure, why not?”
You’re the last to answer, giving a small laugh but not much can be done when Yoongi grabs your hand and smiles like he’s your girl bff of twenty years when in reality his grasp is an iron vice. “Let’s go!”
//
The bumper cars are next and he is absolutely merciless.
Jimin is having a good old time, laughing his head off in his own little world, wincing and giggling when someone bumps into him. He sports a red adorable car and you try to follow him but he’s too fast and skilled, easily turning the vehicle to maximize his playing time. Taehyung is in a similar state of bliss, except he’s more concentrated on beating others, zipping through the arena.
On the contrary, you’re suffering greatly. “Stop bumping into me!”
Your scream only makes Yoongi bump into you again. “That’s the game, Y/N! How can I stop?” And his grin is menacing, as if pouring out all his rage and anger onto you.
Min Yoongi is a parasite you can’t get rid of. He follows you, attacking at any given chance, ignoring the other players and children, devoted solely into hitting you with his lime green convertible. Eventually, you’ve become cornered, backwards from the direction you’re supposed to be in, facing Yoongi and his smirk. He soon stretches his arms, hands off of the wheel but foot still pressed onto the gas, not allowing you to move an inch. “Yoongi!”
He tuts on his tongue, feigning sharpness in his soft glare. “That’s not my name right now, brat.”
You fake a sob and then the ride officially ends, kids rushing out of the arena onto another game. Jimin and Taehyung are walking at the same pace. “Wasn’t that so much fun?!”
Taehyung turns to you but you only pout and murmur in a weak voice, “I didn’t get to play.”
Your roommate exhales helplessly then tugs on your hand. The mischief and teasing has ended, shifted onto a more solemn tone. “Y/N. We should talk-”
“Hey guys!” Jimin interrupts without realizing. “The merry-go-round!”
Yoongi exhales again when you slip out of his grasps, running off happily with the two other baboons. The only people on the carousel are children...so maybe it is suitable for the three of you to perch yourself onto the colourful horses, motioning him over to sit.
“This is stupid.”
“Oh cheer up, Yoonji.” Taehyung smiles, petting his plastic companion and curling his hands safely onto the golden rod that attaches itself to the ceiling. The ride begins as the piano music and sweet violin pulls themselves together in a harmonic song.
It’s a plain ride. One that has no thrills or surprise drops, pulsing adrenaline that makes you scream. It’s suitable for toddlers and babies, grandmothers and grandfathers with brittle bones. Perhaps that’s why you like it so much. It’s gradually moving, peaceful and constant. You can feel at complete ease, let your eyes wander to the underside of the shell ceiling, gazing at all the paintings of cherub angels. The pretty lights of the entire park swirl around you in warm hues. The horse beneath you dips on occasion, making you feel like you’re inside a snow globe or a music box. Time slows down and you’re able to capture the memory, a moment to breathe in the chaos.
Without you being aware, Yoongi spends the total duration of the ride gazing at you; the way your orbs expand and fill with wonder, skin reflecting against the luminescence, the slight smile that pulls on your lips.
“Y/N. We should talk-”
“Look! The ferris wheel!” Taehyung runs between you two, causing Jimin to urge you both onwards. You’re shoved into the roseate cart before you can get a chance to ask Yoongi what he wanted to talk about. “I’m amazed the lineup wasn’t that long! The view is incredible!”
Jimin also marvels out the window as the cart progresses higher and higher. You keep your eyes trained outside, watching as the people become little specks like the stars in the sky.
“You know…” Jimin draws your attention and he looks at both you and Taehyung seated next to each other. “The two of you actually look pretty good together! Almost as if-”
Suddenly, Yoongi steps on his foot. “Oops! My bad.”
“Oh no. It’s okay, Yoonji.” Jimin perks up with another grin, masking his pain.
Taehyung attempts to steal his thunder away, “so Yoonji...this place is fun and all but I know an observatory where you could see all the stars at night.”
“Really?” Your eyes widen and you lean forward. Taehyung nods.
“It’s beautiful, telescopes that you could see through and a place with grass where you can lie down and watch the galaxy. If you want I could take you sometime-”
“I don’t know how I feel about going to an observatory.” Yoongi interjects, flipping his hair back with the pouted pink lips you’re jealous of. Taehyung’s attention is redirected towards your best friend. Even when you’re half-in-the dark, the lights from the outside seeping in through the windows, Yoongi as Yoonji is still absolutely stunning and breathtaking.
“You like the amusement park much better?” Jimin smiles kindly at her, practically begging for her validation. He glows brighter when she meekly hums.
“W-well-” Taehyung stutters, “if you don’t like the observatory then I know a really nice place where we could have a picnic, Yoonji!”
“But Yoonji’s already promised to have a picnic with me!” Jimin announces to Taehyung, looking at him in slight alarm. He whips his head to the other. “Right, Yoonji?”
“Guess we’re going to have to see….”
You sink back into the bench, staring out the windows, refusing to be a part of the battle for Yoonji. There’s an internal sigh that erupts through the hollows of your mind as Jimin and Taehyung continue to fight for your precious roommate’s time and attention.
//
“Y/N. We need to talk-”
“Oh my god!” Taehyung and Jimin both point to a giant swinging boat. “Is that the pirate ship ride?” They’re chasing the lights, running forth and you’re about to join them but then you’re pulled back, a gentle hand wrapping around your wrist.
“I don’t think so.”
“Wait! What about the ride? What about Taehyung and Jimin?!”
“We are getting away from those apes.” Yoongi drags you to another ride, one that has no line up and the employee directs you into the cart promptly. The silhouettes of the two boys disappear, having no ideas that you and ‘Yoonji’ have vanished behind them.
“What’s wrong?”
The cart launches into the gloomy tunnel and your best friend exhales. “I wanted to ask if you and Taehyung were following me and Jimin. So...were you?”
You’re glad that you’re presently in complete darkness, the ride moving at a turtle’s pace, swishing the water beneath gently. If he could see you, he’d be able to see your entire face flushing. “N-no! Of course not. Why would I do such a thing like that?” Nervous laughter bubbles in your throat.
“You are so frustrating.” He draws out in exasperation, a slight bitchy tone that reminds you of the Yoonji you knew before the entire reveal. “Did you know that?”
“What?”
“How can you be so dense, Y/N?”
You don’t understand where he’s coming from, why he’s suddenly having an outburst. And before you can ask him, the entire tunnel lights up in a neon pink shade, startling you. There are hearts all over the tunnel walls and Yoongi seems as bewildered as you are. “Uh...what ride did you pick?”
Yoongi frowns and he leans forward, reading the words off of the cart you’re in. “Oh god.”
“What? What is it?”
“Welcome to the Tunnel of Love!” A booming voice, a man’s deep timbre rumbles from the ceiling speakers as you’re quickly turning a corner. “Enjoy, sit back and relax. Get closer to your loved one. Don’t hold back now.”
“Uh….Yoongi?”
You’re answered with seductive saxophone music playing but what makes you ten times more embarrassed is the raunchy sounds overlapping the melody. There’s a deep groan of ‘oh yeah’ repeated over and over again with a woman’s moan as if porn is being played. It’s down right dirty and lewd, making you cover your ears with a yelp, cheeks detonating in a burning red.
Yoongi shuts his eyes and puts his fingers to his temples, as if praying or asking for patience. Little did you know, he’s doing everything in his power to make sure a tent doesn’t blow up in his pants. He doesn’t look at you and you don’t look at him.
As if to make things worse, there are little platforms off to the side. On a more innocent ride, they would have little houses and families, a village of some sort for children to point at and parents to observe. But in the ‘Tunnel of Love’ there are strange sculptures of humans contorted into different sexual positions...positions you didn’t even know were physically possible. There’s a land of dildos, of vaginas and so forth. You shut your eyes, humming to yourself despite the vulgar sound effects seeping past your fingertips, roaring in your eardrums.
It’s a fun house of all things sex. And you’re absolutely mortified.
You can understand why there were literally no souls lined up for this.
The ride lasts three minutes, an incredible duration compared to other rides and you don’t even want to begin thinking about why they made it this way. But despite the time, it feels like one goddamn long eternity.
“Thank god that’s over…” You laugh stiffly and Yoongi joins in with you but instead of seeing light at the end of the tunnel, you make another rounded corner. At first, you’re fearful that they’ll be making a u-turn, allowing couples to experience the ride twice. But then the man’s operating automatic voice comes on again-
“Uh oh! Looks like we got trouble in pleasantville! Hang on! Things are about to get spooky in here! Don’t be fearful to…...grab on tighter.” The suggestiveness of the voice makes you even more anxious but at least the moaning sounds are gone…
That’s what you and your naive brain thought.
But the world is much crueler than that. And even more vicious to you, the little lamb who thought it was the end.
“FUCKING HELL!” Yoongi curses without restraint. The lights flash vigorously with the thunder, a fog misting above the water. There are multiple jump scares, white masks that pop out from nowhere, menacing laughter attacking from all sides. Slithering voices screeches out for help, sobbing and wailing that send goosebumps all over your skin. It’s like humans are being tortured, someone is being brutally slaughtered, a demon lurking in the shadows.
It’s even worse knowing that the pair of you are utterly alone. There’s no one in front of you or behind you, plunge in the blackness. If something did happen, the teenager standing in front of the entrance probably wouldn’t notice and it would take two full days for rescue teams to find your missing bodies floating in the cold waters.
You latch onto Yoongi’s turtleneck sweater, pressing your body against his as close as physically possible. But Yoongi jumps and with the pressure of your warm skin against his. He seems to be developing a problem...that’s not so small. “Y/N. Can you let go-”
He becomes silenced as the cart rounds a corner and there’s a little girl at the side platform. She adorns a white dress, black hair draped in front of her face. “Help me….help me, please! Why won’t anybody help me?!”
She abruptly lunges forward, arm out to grab you. You and Yoongi scream together and he pulls you closer to him, almost adjusting you to sit in his lap. “We’re going to die!” You sob out, digging your butt closer and closer to Yoongi’s crotch, curling yourself inwards. He opens his mouth to tell you to stop moving but he’s interrupted yet again from another jump scare.
Right as you feel your soul leaving your body, the cart suddenly stops.
“Oh no. Oh god. It better not break down. Please!” Yoongi slams the side and the two of you mutter prayers in any languages you know, to any deity or god, to Heaven and to Hell. Thankfully, after five heartbeats, the machine seems to boot back up again and it moves onwards.
The light is seen and you’ve never been happier to return to civilization.
The cart does a small dip, a tiny splash and then it halts at the entrance. The teenager makes a disgusted face at the position you’re both in - grabbing onto each other, your body turned halfway and arms thrown around Yoongi’s neck, how you’re seated in his lap and his hands are on your waist. You don’t even notice, trying to regain your sanity.
You’re still frightened but feel dirty. There’s a need to bathe in holy water, wash your eyes and ears out, call your parents and apologize to them. But you also feel like you’ll need to bring a flashlight to bed tonight and that you might not be able to catch much sleep.
When you stumble out, the title of the ride reads: ‘HAUNTED TUNNEL OF LOVE’.
//
As you’re staring down at a few knickknacks and keychains, something is plopped onto your head. “Hey!”
You’re met with Yoongi’s gummy smile when you turn around. You try to look up but unable to see what he put on you, your toes swivel to the mirror. It’s a dog headband, brown droopy ears that fall on the sides of your face. “Cute.”
You blush at his one worded compliment, short and simple but sweet, summing his entire personality up. But you’re even more flustered with the way he stares at you, like he cherishes you the most. “But why this one?”
“The minute I turn around, you’ve already fallen in love with someone else.” Yoongi reaches over, pinching your cheek. “You’re like a lovesick puppy in need of constant care and attention.”
You grimace, not comprehending what he means by you falling in love with someone else. “What’s that suppose to mean?”
Yoongi shrugs and you scoff, taking a headband by the nearby shelf. On the tips of your toes, you reach up to adjust it onto his head, making it sit perfectly on the bob hair cut wig, the iconic side braid not in the way. Yoongi looks into the mirror, satisfied with your pick on the obnoxious red polka dotted bow. You’re slightly surprised as to why he didn’t rip it off or object to it.
“You know…” The both of you stand in front of the mirror side by side, appearing to others that you’re more like extremely close best friends than lovers. “...I look a lot prettier than you.”
“Hey!”
It’s slightly sad that you can’t object to that fact. “But you’re a lot cuter.”
“What?”
“C’mon, let’s go.”
“Wait! Don’t we have to pay for these?”
He spins around with a smirk tugging the side of his mouth. “Already did.”
Yoonji as your best friend has always been intense. She was sassy, peculiar and spiky, a sharp cactus or rose that no one could get close to. You loved and adored her dearly, hanging onto her every statement like the tens of people who were infatuated and pinning after your roommate. But ever since the ordeal and you find out who it really was, the person whom you cared about so deeply, nothing’s ever been the same.
Even now, when your bestfriend is in a turtleneck sweater and jeans, lips pulled into a bright smile and hair shoulder length, brushing against the forehead - all you see is Yoongi. No matter what form your best friend is in or wearing, female or male or anything in between, you still love this person.
The raspy voice, rounded cheeks and the pouty lips, the softened yet sleepy eyes - the individual that makes your heart leap with a mere call of your name, that speaks sharply underneath hidden compassionate intent, a frowning teddy bear that’s made of plush….
“Yoongi.” You’ll always have a place in your heart for this person. “Put your leg down.”
“No.”
You sigh, watching as he holds the gun up, foot still rested at the edge of the stand. An eyelid closes as he approximates and then-
Bang!
It’s a bullseye precisely in the target, an impeccable hole made in the exact center. Everyone who is nearby in the vicinity stops and claps. Your jaw drops. Even the game vendor seems shocked, tipping his crimson hat forward as he bows. “Nice job! What kind of prize would you like? You can have anything from the top row.”
Yoongi looks over at you and you’re staring directly at- “That one, please.”
Once you’ve walked away from the fair games, he’s shoved it to you. “Are you giving it to me?”
“Sure.” He shrugs, looking around without a care. “It’s too much of a hassle for me to carry it anyways.”
The stuffed animal is a rounded black cat, chubby and made of cotton. It’s dark fur is soft and fuzzy like a blanket and it’s large enough to cover your entire abdomen. The plushie has pointy ears and a tail, rounded eyes with a yellow rim, a button nose as well. “It reminds me of you.”
Yoongi would protest but with your fond smile staring at the animal, he decides not to say anything. A smile similar to yours graces his lips.
It becomes chillier and when you reach out, looping your arm around his, latching on as you used to do - he lets go. You’re about to apologize for accidentally touching him without asking, forgetting that he’s no longer Yoonji that you used to pester but then the words suffocate when he instead….holds hands with you, lacing his fingers through yours.
A heat sweeps up to your face and his other hand points at a stand. “Want to get some cotton candy?”
You’re the one who pays this time to make up for the headband on your head. You get the pink kind that’s wrapped around the stick. When you set yourself down at the bench, Yoongi stuffs his face and bites the very top of it. “Hey!”
“I don’t want to get my hands dirty.”
“Pft.” You try to do the same thing, digging your face in to chomp on the cotton, ripping it with your teeth. The sweet teeth-aching sugar melts on your tongue and you giggle. Yoongi smiles and then the pair of you accidentally go in for another bite at the same time.
In a romcom movie sort of way, your heart thunders against your rib cage but you don’t care for how cliché the moment is nor do you shift away in embarrassment. Yoongi’s eyes are half-lidded, face close to yours but still a bit too far. His hand covers yours, moving the treat down and then he leans in, his other hand cupping your cheek. Your breath goes uneven as your forehead touches his. His hot breath fans against your lips and your eyes shut.
Your tongue peeks out, licking your lips and then for just a moment...you feel the plushness press against yours-
“Yoonji?!” A bloodcurdling scream rips through the air and you both flinch away from each other. “YOONJIIIIIII!! Where are you?!”
Another voice in a deeper timbre calls out, “Yoonji?!”
“Oh, dear lord.” The two baboons are seen running around the premise, shouting and hollering, cupping their mouths with their hands to project their voices. Before Yoongi’s able to make a grand escape, Jimin on intuition darts his head over and a grin erupts on his face.
“Yoonji! There you are!”
Taehyung comes running over as well, nearly tripping on his feet. “Where did you go? It’s been hours since we’ve seen you. The park’s almost about to close! I wanted to ride the chair swing with you! ”
“Are you alright, Yoonji?” Jimin asks in panic, scanning the person in question from head to toe. “I thought something had happened! I was so worried! But I’m glad you’re okay and that you’re safe!”
Taehyung shakes his head, pushing up his lensless glasses. “I was about to go to the lost kids center.”
Yoongi clasps his hands around yours, standing up with you. He wears an impudent pout. “We’re both okay. Thanks for asking about Y/N’s condition. But I’m tired and I’m going to go home now with Y/N. Don’t follow us. Bye.”
Taehyung slumps his shoulders down sighing. Jimin nods with an ‘alright’. “Bye Yoonji!~ Oh, and you too, Y/N!”
Despite being tugged away with the chubby cat hugging against your body and Yoongi holding onto your cotton candy, your other hands holding each other’s, you turn around to Jimin.
“Bye!” And you leave with a skip in your step, ecstatic that sweet Jimin remembered you.
//
It’s practically unbearable. The tension in the tiny dorm room could be sliced with a knife, give someone whiplash if they tried to pry the door open. From the incident where Jimin barged in to before the two of you were interrupted at the amusement park, you’re not exactly sure what’s going on. Trying to wrap your mind around it and decipher the emotions swelling inside your chest gives you a massive headache.
All you know is that what you feel towards Yoongi is different from Taehyung and even from Jimin. It’s different and you’re not sure how.
But Yoongi tries to talk to you about it and you avoid each and every time, still too confused to know how to give him proper answers that he’ll be able to understand.
“Y/N.” You look up from your textbook, startled that he called you in such a serious tone. He’s staring at the screen of his phone, impassively until you realize the expression is actually full of horror. “Jimin wants to meet the twins.”
And there was the whole thing with Jimin that was still going on. The persistent boy had already been on two dates with Yoonji where you had followed them around with Taehyung. It wasn’t terrible on your part since Taehyung proved to be a great companion but it still broke your heart more and more to watch Jimin slip further and further away. Yoongi, on the other hand, saw the angel as no more than a huge annoyance, a fly that buzzed around his head and never left him alone.
“You know what?” Yoongi adjusts his wig and you wipe away the lipstick smeared on the corner of his lip. “We should just stage a funeral.”
“What?”
“If we staged my ‘brother’s’ funeral then we won’t have to do this anymore.” He makes air quotations around the word brother and watches as you smooth out the fabric of his chiffon floral patterned skirt. Yoongi looks especially pretty today, ruffled blouse tucked into the skirt and black kitten heel shoes with white high-knee socks. You pale in comparison with a simple ponytail and striped romper.
“No one’s going to die.” You stand on the tips of your toes, fixing his fringe. “Let’s not lie more than we have to.”
Yoongi sighs, “I don’t want to do this anymore, Y/N.”
You’ve never really understood why your best friend was never fond of the other man. “Isn’t Jimin nice though? He’s so kind and sweet, always thinking about others. He helps anyone regardless of who they are or what they look like. He’s so compassionate and considerate. You know one time when I first got here-”
His thumb and forefinger goes to flick you on the forehead and you let out an ‘ow’, rubbing at the wound. “You’re rambling and going all dreamy-eyed again.” Yoongi steps back. “How do I look?”
“Pretty.” You retort with a small pout. “I wish I was as beautiful as you are.”
“You are.” And with that, the confident tone lingering in your ears and a swivel of his feet, Yoongi struts into the store. You’re left stunned for a mere second before you catch up.
“Yoonji!” Jimin stands up, doing the whole song and dance as he pulls out your best friend’s chair and then plops across from him. It’s only when you sit next to Yoongi does he look at you. “Oh and Y/N! You’re joining us today?”
You flush under his gaze. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“It’s okay! I’ve already ordered for the table.” Jimin tips his head towards Yoongi. “When’s your brother coming?”
“Soon.”
Jimin rambles on about his day, asking about Yoonji’s but your roommate only responds shortly and abruptly. As planned before, five minutes later, he suddenly stands up. “Gotta go to the bathroom.”
“Okay!” Jimin doesn’t notice the stuffed handbag that your best friend carries into the female washroom. When he turns to you, he’s melted into a sheepish mess. “Isn’t Yoonji great?”
You comprehend his sentiment perfectly. “I know.”
“The past few dates have been great…” He slowly sips his water through the straw, looking up at you with gleaming orbs. “Did she say anything about it? Anything at all?”
You can tell how nervous Jimin is asking you the question and you feel even more guilty knowing what your best friend really thought but a white lie is better than the brutal truth. You could never have it in you to directly hurt the poor class president angel. “She said it was great.”
“Really?!” Jimin sits straight up. “She really said that?”
You nod stiffly, ignoring how your face blushes from telling fibs. “She says you’re really nice. That you’re kind and sweet, always thinking about others.” Technically the lies aren’t lies anyways. “You help anyone regardless of who they are or what they look like. You’re compassionate and considerate. She remembers that one time you helped me after I had a bad day.”
Jimin frowns. “I don’t remember that.”
“You...don’t?” You swallow hard, feeling disappointment consume your entire body. It was the reason you had such a massive crush on Jimin, the time where he dropped a seed and your heart bloomed in flowers….for him. “I-I wasn’t used to school yet and we shared that class. Remember you asked me outside if I was okay since I looked sad and then you gave me that rose?”
“Right!” His eyes light up and you feel relieved that he can recall it. “They were handing out flowers near the nursing faculty because of a charity organization or something...I didn’t really know what to do with it and I didn’t want to throw away a perfectly good flower in the trash.”
“Oh.”
“Hey.” Yoongi appears in the form of Yoongi, black ripped pants and white shirt revealing the rather toned arm muscles. He takes the seat beside you. “What’s wrong?”
It’s nice to know you’re better than a trash can.
He gave you the flower because you’re better than garbage.
The gesture still counts...right?
“Nice to meet you!” Jimin abruptly stands up, shaking Yoongi’s hand. “I...I’m Yoonji’s friend.”
“Uh...sure.” Yoongi shakes the other’s hand before redirecting his attention to you. “Y/N?”
“Oh yeah, you two are dating?” The innocent boy looks between you and your best friend. Then, he frowns when he remembers Taehyung. “What about-”
“We’re dating.”
At Yoongi’s sudden declaration, you’re pulled away from your reverie. Goosebumps form on your skin, hair sticking out and your eyes double in size. “Uh…” Your mouth is agape unattractively and you close it a second too late. Yoongi acts like nothing’s happened and he sips on his drink, looking away nonchalantly like he didn’t just drop a massive bomb.
“That’s nice.” Jimin smiles widely. He seems a bit tense in front of the supposed brother and he turns around to the bathroom. “Yoonji’s been gone a while hasn’t she? Maybe you should check up on her, Y/N.”
You stare at Yoongi. And he sighs. “No. I’ll check up on her.”
Jimin stops him when he’s halfway up, in between standing and sitting, an awkward mid-level squat. “Wait. Are you allowed in the girl’s washroom.”
“It’s fine.” Yoongi scoffs, waving a dismissive hand. “We’ve been siblings for years.”
He disappears and switches back to Yoonji.
“What did I miss?”
“Where’s your brother?” Jimin frowns, turning around to the bathroom. “He was just here!”
“Oh. He had a stomach ache so he’s just in there.” Your roommate turns to you, pretty pink glossed lips reapplied in haste and the corners smudged onto skin. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
You hum at the back of your throat. In Jimin’s eyes, you’re better than a trash can. That has to mean something! You’re better than garbage. You’re better than garbage. You’re better than garbage.
Why did Yoongi say you were dating him?
You’re better than trash. Jimin thinks you’re better than trash! Garbage. Garbage can.
There are two more switches. Your best friend transforms back into Yoongi, into Yoonji, into Yoongi and then into Yoonji once more. By the time an hour’s passed by, Jimin’s still smiling and happy, unsuspecting. He’s simply glad that he’s making relations between the brother and the person whom he pines after. You’re still trapped in a daydream, an overload of emotions making your brain into overdrive.
“Where did Yoongi go?”
“He left.” Your roommate is utterly exhausted, sweat built at the forehead, wig not even worn properly and the shirt is on backwards. He doesn’t even sit down anymore, lifting his leg to press his foot on the armrest of Jimin’s chair. The latter man jolts in surprise, trying his best not to let his eyes wander underneath the floral skirt. “Look Jimin. I don’t like you. You got that?”
“What?”
“You don’t get it? Let me repeat it again for you to hear. I. Don’t. Like. You.” He says in a staccato tongue. “Get it through your thick skull and please, for the love of god and all things good in this world, leave me alone. Do you understand? Me and you. We won’t work out.”
“B-but why?” Jimin sniffles, tears beginning to cloud in his eyes. He whispers in a weak and broken voice, “why?”
“I have eyes for someone else.” Yoongi puts down his leg, walking over to you and taking your hand. You finally snap out of it, looking up at him.
“Is it Taehyung?”
“No.”
“N-Namjoon?”
“No.”
“It’s Hoseok, isn’t it?”
“God no!” Yoongi makes you stand. “You don’t need to know. Y/N and I are leaving!”
“Wait! Jimin! I’m so sorry!” You’re being pulled out of the coffee shop, hauled onto the street by your best friend. The love of your life disappears, looking absolutely crushed and brokenhearted. It’s your chance to swoop in and steal his heart! But Yoongi won’t let you go. “Why were you so mean to him?! He was trying so hard! Yoongi!”
“And I’m trying hard.” He stops, the two of you standing in the middle of the sidewalk, the bustle of the rush hour crowds quiet in your ears. The silence the world dawns on you is deafening. “Look at me, Y/N. Really look at me.”
The way he says it is full of desperateness, calloused and strong hands curled around his shoulders. Yoongi is tired, hyperventilating and catching his breath. It occurs to you how fatigued he is from changing back and forth tens of times.
You meet his warm brown orbs, gazing deep into his irises. “What is it?”
“You’re not looking hard enough.” Yoongi lets you go after a defeated sigh. “All you see is Jimin.”
“I-”
Your best friend leaves you be, allowing you to stare at his backside. The opportunity is presented….to run back to Jimin and comfort him or to go forward with Yoongi.
You choose forward.
“I’m sorry.” You catch his hand, clutching it tightly in yours. You’re still unable to understand what Yoongi means. But he seems to have abandoned the subject, purely smiling at you.
“Let’s go home.”
//
It’s warm, so incredibly sweltering that you’re beginning to sweat. Every pant that leaves through your mouth, he stirs underneath you, the muscle in his thigh twitching. “C’mon, Y/N. Y-You...can...do it. Fuck.” He coos gently in between his own heaving breaths. His fingers lace in the mess of your hair, nudging you onwards. “Don’t stop.”
Once you’ve regained control of your breathing, a hum leaves the back of your throat, a low vibration that makes him hiss. Your mouth widens, careful for teeth not to scrape along the sensitive skin and you take in as much as you can. “Oh my god.” A moan he couldn’t hold back leaves his raspy voice and your own groins begin to pulse. “You’re...such a good girl.”
Your saliva is making a mess, drooling onto the floor in a pool and your pretty pink lips are wrapped around Yoongi’s cock. What you can’t reach, your hands are making up for, stroking vigorously with the strength you have left. “Fuck. You...look so good.” In between sucking, your tongue smooths up and down the length, twirling around the head. Your jaw is aching and your knees are bruised from kneeling but the pain is made up for the wetness staining your panties and hearing his melodic sounds.
Yoongi is trying his hardest not to make a sound but he fails. At first he made a simple peep or a gasp, a soft sigh but then it turned into groans, pants and unrestrained moans. It’s almost animalistic and primitive, making you become hot and heavy. His deep timbre curses and spits out crude remarks, voice croaking out the praises and the dirtiest things he’d like to do to you when you’re done. Between saying that he’ll throw you on the bed and make sure you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow, he chokes and shivers. It feels powerful to have Min Yoongi, of all people, withering underneath your grasps. But he doesn’t take teasing all too well.
“I-I….” He holds you closer, one hand in your hair and controlling you from completely pushing forward and the other is clasped over your hand pumping him. “I’m going to cum, Y/N.”
With a large inhale through your nose, you push closer, swallowing hard and Yoongi gasps your name, muscle tensing under your hot tongue. “Y/N.”
“Y/N.” He shouts your name. “Y/N!”
And when you peel back your eyelids, you’re plunged into darkness, Yoongi above you and shaking your body. “Y/N! Are you okay?”
“W-what?”
You’re dripping in a pool of sweat, hot and bothered. Your panties are even damper than your hair is. The toasty covers feel suffocating and you’re relieved when Yoongi pulls them off of you.
“I think you were having a nightmare. You were gasping and twisting in your bed.”
He’s wrong. Yoongi has never been more wrong in his total life. It’s the opposite of a nightmare and as your dream sinks into you, your cheeks grow rosy and steam practically leaves your ears. You’re thankful it’s dark and he can’t see your face. It would take a million dollars and for you to lose all your embarrassment and shame to admit to Yoongi the truth.
For now, it eats up at you, making you ashamed.
How could your mind think of such a thing when he’s your best friend?!
“I-I guess so.”
Your roommate looks far too concerned that it makes guilt laugh mockingly. Yoongi even reaches up and dries your forehead with his hand, tucking loose strands behind your ear. He goes down onto his knees, studying your face in the moonwash and he cradles your cheek, thumb grazing the reddened skin. “Are you okay?”
“I-I’m okay.”
He nods and then walks off, slumping down onto his bed. Yoongi pulls the covers and tucks his legs in, lying down to face you. Then, with the empty spot next to him, he pats the mattress.
“Come here.”
It’s a soft command that leaves his mouth. You hesitate.
If you refuse Yoongi’s request, you know for a fact you’ll regret it. He’s genuinely worried for your well-being and declining the offer when you never would on a normal day, would make him feel like he did something wrong which would in turn only feed your guilt. Thus, you swallow hard before you take the rounded cat by your side. Your toes step onto the carpet and you make a leap onto his bed.
“Oof. Can’t you just get in like a normal person?!”
You giggle, the embarrassment of the wet dream beginning to fade away. It seemed so real and there’s still a mess in your undergarment, being next to Yoongi is dangerous for your heart as well. But you push it aside, blaming it on your outlandish subconscious. You’ve never been able to control your dreams anyways. It probably meant nothing.
You dreamt of a talking banana once. That meant nothing. So maybe this one didn’t mean anything either.
You curl around his body, head resting against his broad chest. The plush cat is in your arms, chin resting on its head. Yoongi adjusts the covers, covering the both of you. “Sorry.”
“For what?”
“For making you worried about me and for being distant lately.” All you’ve been doing was thinking about yourself. You’ve been overwhelmed with emotions, the pace of everything that’s been unravelling around you. And you never once stopped to think about Yoongi.
He was having a harder time than you are - catering to Jimin, making sure that you’re okay, helping his silly roommate who couldn’t do anything, all while trying to guard and protect his secret.
He hushes you, leg tangling with yours and arm draped over your waist. It’s comforting and calms your racing heart down. “Just go to sleep.”
//
The institution you attended was no doubt strange. Aside from the peculiar people it seemed to attract and the odd classes, like the mandatory athletic courses, they also liked to have special events.
Perhaps it’s a way of promoting the school to make it feel like one big inclusive community or make it seem like this was the paradise of every single student, an absolute dream compared to other universities. A weekend of every year, parents are invited down to view their children’s progress and the opportunities the wide campus had to offer, showing off the bang for the buck. It certainly felt like elementary all over again. But there was one...massive problem.
“My family’s coming.” Yoongi holds his head within his hands, slouching over in absolute agony. “I told them not to but they insisted.”
“Your family?” You mask your panic to ease him. “I’m sure it’ll be fine….”
Your own parents won’t be able to make it. They had called an hour earlier, telling you that the flight had been cancelled but you didn’t mind much. You really thought it was going to be just you and Yoongi this weekend, hanging out with each other and running around to the booths.
Now, you’ll have to be by yourself. You’ll survive. But it still makes you sad to see him run off without you. It makes you wonder what will happen when your best friend will leave you entirely and if you’ll be able to cope if that day arrives. On the other hand, you’re quite curious on what his family is like and how Yoongi became the way he is.
“Hey!” He jogs up breathlessly, hands onto his knees. Before he can fully catch his breath, his mother and father are enveloping him in a tight hug. He laughs, “it’s good to see you too.”
You watch from a distance, wearing a slight smile before you disappear alone.
“Your older brother couldn’t make it. He’s busy with his girlfriend.” His mother exhales a long breath. “That rascal made a fool of himself and is trying to make it up to her. If I don’t get a daughter-in-law, I might go crazy in this house full of men!”
“He sends his regards.” Yoongi’s father smiles, calming his wife down. “I hope you’ve been doing well, boy. This is a very nice place.” He scans the architecture around, musing to himself aloud. “It’s modern. I was pretty skeptical when I saw the brochure. Isn’t this university newly built?”
“You’ve always been skeptical, honey.” His mother sighs before she perks up, looking around at the bustle with excitement. “Are we going to walk around the campus? Where’s your dormitory? I would love to meet your roommate and see what he’s like.”
“No. My roommate’s not feeling well, he recently broke up with his girlfriend.” Yoongi clears his throat, dragging them in the other direction. “And the campus is too crowded. Nothing to really see.”
“Oh. That’s a shame.” His mother keeps her smile and she asks the next question gently, almost like she’s coaxing an answer out of him. “Are you dating anyone?”
“No.” Yoongi sighs. “I’m not.”
Then suddenly, Kim Seokjin’s fucking voice pierces the air as he performs a rendition of ‘Unbreak My Heart’ on stage while doing the moonwalk. There’s a crowd of people gathered around him as usual. Yoongi’s parents turn around in mild curiosity. “We should see what's going on.”
Yoongi groans, trailing behind them. He faces down, avoiding people, muttering prayers under his breath not to run into someone who he may know. And as if the world is playing a joke on him, a frisby smacks him in the side of his head.
“Sorry!” Namjoon comes stumbling over, nearly tripping on his feet. He flails his limbs and his father and younger brother laugh hysterically.
“Come on Joon! Run faster, Joon!”
Yoongi muses that the Kim family will probably burn half of the booths and stands around before they’re done.
“Do I know you from somewhere?!” Namjoon shouts over the music, looking down at him. Yoongi shakes his head and hands back the frisby without a word. The former man blinks and then grins. “Okay!” He runs off once more.
Yoongi joins his parents who are swaying to Jin’s screaming performance. It’s horrific. The college boy is the manifestation of narcissistic, opening his arms wide while he’s on his knees, basking in the attention of the stage. His lungs and voice sound like a dying walrus.
He covers his ears. “We should go somewhere else!”
“This is a lot of fun! There’s so many festivities!” Yoongi’s mother shouts, walking down the path. Off to the side, Hoseok is seated on a stool, holding a microphone to his lips. He is passionately reading a poem, tears rolling down his face as he immerses himself, relatively unaware of his surroundings.
“Who are we that we cannot see?” Hoseok reads in a whisper and Yoongi’s father stops to listen. “Making sweet love to the poor, young divorcee. She screams like a banshee and vision….vision that plunges like the black sea. Darkness. The yellow shades spilled across her body, my very animalistic markings, the scent of pee. I count to three. Ughhh..” Hoseok moans into the microphone and Yoongi is utterly disgusted. Was he really reading a poem on sex and golden showers when this was a family event and there were young children around?!
“I come to realize that in this world I am but a mere flea. Who is the person I want to be?”
There’s a round of applause and his parents nod along, clapping with the others. Yoongi facepalms
Off to the side, Jungkook is seated at a booth, leaned back in his seat and his feet propped onto the table. He pretends not to care that his stand is completely deserted. But once in a while, when someone does approach, he leaps up with a smile. “Welcome. It’s not like I was waiting for someone and I don’t care that you’re here but now that you are, take a look at our sports club. We offer soccer and baseball and-”
Taehyung is on the other side with a modified robot in front of him. His hands are behind his back, black frames sparkling as his judging eyes dart around the crowd. Yoongi lowers his head, taking his parents away before the idiot genius can spot him.
“You know, I really would like to meet your roommate.” His mother pipes up. “You’ve told a lot of stories over the phone. Didn’t you say he was really strange?”
“I’d also like to see where you live.” His father hums. “There are rumours that the male dormitories are really...vile. And the people here are also very….peculiar.”
Yoongi laughs stiffly, hoping that time will pass by quicker.
//
You wonder if you should just head back to the dormitory on your own. It wasn’t like you had anyone or could go anywhere. It even felt lonelier wandering around in a crowd full of people, people who had loved ones and were smiling, in conversations between themselves. There was no place for you.
As you turn around, you come face to face with a mopey- “Jimin?”
It hurts your heart to see such a kind boy utterly lost and heartbroken. When his name is called, he slowly looks up. “Oh. Y/N. Have you seen Yoonji? I’m looking for her.”
“W-why?”
“I just...I need to ask her something.”
“Yoonji’s busy right now. She’s not around.” You frantically answer, occurring to you that it would be absolute mayhem if he ran into Yoongi and talked about Yoonji in front of his parents.
“Okay.” Jimin sighs exhaustingly, his limbs still being dragged with him. “Guess I’ll go away then…”
You spin around to where he’s walking off to. “Hey! We could totally go together…” But your voice softens and softens when you realize that Jimin’s nowhere to be seen.
He’s disappeared.
You push through the crowds, shouting his name, trying to find the blonde. People mutter under their breaths while you apologize, racing through and becoming lost without realizing. It’s when you’re about to give up, exhaling tiredly, does your eyes land on a particular someone.
Her hair is cut at the shoulders, ends curled inwards, the midnight black strands smooth and reflecting the sunlight. The profile of her face is sculpted but soft. Milky, clear skin and a gentle sloped nose that a plastic surgeon couldn’t even mimic. She has rounded cheeks with pink lips naturally pouted together, brows that furrow in concentration, long lashes that bat back and forth. She’s in a dress, one that you’ve never seen before, black and sleek, paired with a leather jacket.
“Yoonji?!”
Your feet halt on the ground, heels digging into the dirt and almost setting a trail of fire. You march over in three strides, catching the frail wrist within yours. Since when did he have such slim limbs...you remember him being distinctly stronger. “Yoongi? What are you doing here?! I thought-”
The woman stares up at you with an unimpressed yet impassive expression. Her brown orbs that don’t falter in focus makes you let go, stepping back. The aura of intimidation causes you to swallow hard. Then, her pupils flicker up and down the expanse of your body, judging you.
It’s as if she finds you cute, an innocent, completely harmless. Because then she smiles.
“You know Yoongi?”
It’s not Yoongi. It’s not Yoonji either.
It’s Yoongi’s youngest aunt - Yoonhee. The person who is practically Yoonji in the flesh.
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