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÷ | Min Yoongi × Reader (ft. Jung Hoseok)

÷ | Genre: Fake dating au, rich boy/poor girl au, v soft ANGST, fluff.

÷ | WC: 6.7k+

÷ | Synopsis: Min Yoongi was a rebellious rich kid who needed a fake girlfriend. You were a friend of someone he knew; a girl who just needed the money that he offered.

001. 002. 003. 004(finale).

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You hated school for three reasons. One; being the hours you wasted learning about stuff that you'll still forget after graduation. Two; the transportation to get there -you dreaded the two different bus rides immensely. And three; 40% of people who shared the same classes with you. Other than that, you were doing well in school. Your grades were as straight as your spine, and social life as great as your reputation.

Only.. there really wasn't much to your reputation --other than you practically did anything to get an extra dollar in your hands. And no, not like that. Research papers, book reports, extra credits, organizing lockers, and sometimes, acting out in certain ways for other people; distract a teacher to get the person who paid you out of a situation or into one. It was all minor and meaningless stuff like that. You already worked a part-time at the theater and an extra 5-hour shift on the weekend mornings sometimes. But earning extra cash in school never hurt. Especially if it got you through the days with food that wasn't in cans and kept your mother’s bills off your plate.

But you never thought a day would come where you'd actually consider getting paid for your female tendencies. Like ever. But here you were. Standing in the school parking lot, backpack slung on one shoulder, with the most stupid expression on your face.

The last bell rang thirty-something minutes ago and you were on your way to catch the nearest bus -which wasn't arriving for another half hour, really. But someone stopped you, claiming that they knew a guy you tutored, Park Jimin. And that very someone was a guy you saw twice in school before but never spoken to. You had your guesses to what his identity was, due to the articles and front covers in popular paparazzi magazines -you lived in a small town after all- but that didn't make you understand any more of what he wanted from you.

Which is why when he dropped his little offer, you couldn't believe just what he was asking of you. You were stuck between a wave of shock, offense, and confusion.

"Sorry, what?" You said, a bit appalled.

He sighed, looking annoyed. Milk-blonde hair blowing into his eyes by the wind. "I said-"

"I heard what you said," You glared at him. "I just can't believe you'd actually expect me to agree to it. Now if you excuse me.." You intended to quickly walk away and never make contact with this guy again.

"I'm offering three hundred dollars per day that you spend with me."

Those twelve words were what made your feet halt to a stop despite your right mind telling you to keep moving forward. You looked back at the boy, overall just studying him. He was much taller than you, had light, shaggy hair that brushed over his dark brows. He reeked of polished leather, money, and trouble; it almost made you sick. Yet, his offer forced you to bear that feeling; It was just what you needed.

"So..?" He said to your lack of a reply, dark eyes half-lidded with disinterest.

"What's your name, again?" You ignored his question, crossing your hands under your chest.

His brows furrowed just slightly as if he didn’t believe that you had no clue. "Min Yoongi."

"Right." You pursed your lips.

Besides a mention from Jimin, you have in fact heard that name go around your school, but not in a good way. From what you knew, Min Yoongi was nothing but expensive bad news that rebelled against his father’s principles; typical rich kid. Strangely enough, that didn't bother you. Really, you just couldn't bring yourself to care enough. Whatever was going on in his life was his problem, and you wouldn't let the headlines of articles affect your opinion of him; a stranger you don't even know. Misjudgment has been done to you before, so you didn't want to do that to someone else.

"Why ask me, then? I'm sure any other girl-"

"Word has it that you're good at this kind of stuff.” Yoongi interrupted. “And having a girlfriend from school is much more believable. Jimin kept telling me to come to you. He said something about you really needing the money. So.."

Wait. What?  Keeping your gaze steady on the stranger in front of you. "Jimin told you that?" You asked, mentally making a note to smack Jimin with his textbook the next you saw him.

By the roll of his eyes, Yoongi only seemed annoyed. "That's not the point," He said. "Will you take the offer or not?"

Biting hard on your bottom lip, you released a long controlled breath through your nose. This was good cash; definitely more than what you get at the movie theater in the five days you worked. Despite not wanting to accept the offer, you really did need the money.

"You want me to play your girlfriend, right?" You said. "How long, exactly?"

"Six months tops." The blonde answered without hesitation. As if he's thought all this through weeks before.

Your eyebrows went up. "Why so long?" You asked, lips curling. "A clingy ex won't leave you alone?"

Irritation was written all over Yoongi's face. "None of your business."

"It is if I'm to be your girlfriend." you pointed out, sarcasm dripping from your tone.

Yoongi squinted at you. He seemed surprised about something. "You'll do it, then?" He said. The doubt in his voice was detected quite easily.

"Well, sure. The cash is very compelling. Who wouldn't?"

As you said those words you felt like you've stooped down to the lowest of the low and made a deal with the devil himself. But you reminded yourself that it was good money, and even after just three months, you could earn enough to pay for the other half of your tuition. Which meant you could move out from living with your mother much sooner.

"I need to see it for myself first," Yoongi spoke up all of sudden, taking a step closer to you. You were confused at first, but then he said, "If you'll actually pass for the job."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll bring you to run some errands with me. Right now." Yoongi said, dark eyes inspecting your face and body as if you were some object he was thinking to buy.

You couldn't help but laugh nervously. "What is this? like a test?"

The blonde shrugged. "I need to know exactly what I'm paying for," He said, chin raising, eyes indifferent. "If you can sell the act enough to fool my father, then consider yourself hired."

Wait, what? "Your father?" An uneasy feeling suddenly settled in your gut. All you heard of that man was multi-millionaire and harsh CEO. "R-Right now?"

For the first time in your entire conversation, the ends of Yoongi's mouth lifted into something close to a smirk. "Is that a problem?" He said.

"What if I say yes?"

The boy raised his brows. "Did you, or did you not agree to do this?"

You clenched your jaw, knowing now that your ego wouldn't let you back out even if it was the smart thing to do; even when he was giving you a possible way out of this deal. You were momentarily angry at your careless mother, at yourself, and at the fact, you needed cash that you clearly didn't want to work for. Not like this at least. Whatever, you thought, If it all works out, it's nothing I can't get used too.

You relented. With a shake of your head, you released a long and controlled breath. "Lead the way then, Yoongi."

You weren't surprised when those pursed lips turned up into a full smile. He looked pleased with your answer, he looked satisfied. "With pleasure, y/n."

• 3 months later •

The first month had definitely been a long one for both you and Min Yoongi. But with every passing 'date' together, you slowly found yourself unraveling with comfort and getting used to him. To the point of not noticing how quick two more months went by. In a totally platonic way of course -or so you'd tell yourself.

Either way, the outcome of this fake dating game seemed to benefit not only you but Yoongi as well, since he hasn't 'broke up' with you just yet. Just as long as his father and the press stayed convinced that you two were dating; that Yoongi had his life together by working with his father, maintaining a relationship, and was staying out of trouble, it was all good. 

Three months ago, when Yoongi took you along to run some 'errands', you were surprised to walk into an expensive restaurant hand in hand with the boy. He led you to a spacious table seated with people who you soon figured out were his family. It seemed to be some kind of family get-together and you felt like an absolute intruder, not to mention your school uniform didn’t match up to the dress-code. But with an encouraging nod from Yoongi, you felt less anxious.

CEO Min was seated right across you and Yoongi, beside a woman his age; his wife. Her eyes looked tired but her smile was warm, whereas her husband’s smile was more dubious than welcoming. In the shape of his nose, the way his mouth curled and the indifferent look in his eyes, you saw Yoongi. Nonetheless, as the time dragged on of you forking your food around the plate, you proceeded to answer any curious question thrown your way as if you really were Yoongi’s girlfriend and acted like nothing bothered you.

It did. But you'd be damned if you let your discomfort show; your future depended on the money you'd earn from this. You wanted to sell the act more than you thought you would. Most of the questions about your relationship were briefly answered by Yoongi, but every other time a question was directed your way. You broke into a sweat but answered with a confident smile. It was a mentally draining experience.

Luckily, after the two of you finished your meal, Yoongi finally led you away from the tense atmosphere of that table. Relief piled out of your lungs as you walked out the building hand in hand with the blonde. With your insides quivering with nerves, you accepted the three bills that slipped into your grasp as you listened to Yoongi mumble out that you passed. Though it seemed he wasn't too happy about it. You smiled anyway.

You met up with the boy a handful of times per week from then on. Those few times stacked up to three months and became almost like a natural habit for you. Like being around Yoongi was just another part of your life.

"You ready?" Yoongi asked, raising a brow at your direction. He's been asking you that for the countless of times you had to play your given part at some big event. It was sort of a little ritual the two of you had now; low-key checking up with each other before starting the charade.

"Mhm," You nodded once. "Are you ready?"

He looked at you with amusement, but you were around him long enough to know when he was masking his real emotions. You knew he didn't like doing this. At least not when he knew his father was to be around most of the time. "Yeah.." He replied.

You were both sitting in his car, parked outside of a large stone-gray building which had a lot of stairs, and was filled with rich people who were dressed in expensive, fancy-looking clothes. It was definitely not a way you'd typically spend your Saturday night. It was some type of art Gallery event that Mr. Min was hosting -along with some rich guru artist- and he expected his family to be there. Just to avoid any unwanted questions from reporters who were always quick to twist the truth.

Unfortunately for you, being the girlfriend of CEO Min's only son, it was expected for your face to make an appearance. Besides that, Yoongi didn't want to be bored alone -or so he said. And, as usual, he got you some expensive clothing to wear so you'd fit in with the crowd. You told him that you'd just wear one of the five outfits he bought you all the other times you attended a fancy event with him, but the boy wouldn't listen. He wouldn't allow you to be an outfit repeater.

Not like you minded. You didn't care that much, actually; getting new clothing and jewelry didn't interest you at the least. But you had to admit, the dress actually suited you well. It was a black, knee length, turtle-neck that hugged your body presentable enough. The only downfall was the fact that the style of this dress left your back entirely naked; from the bottom of your spine up to your vertebrae bone.

A buzz from a phone snapped you out of your train of thought. You looked over to Yoongi, watching him decline the call of who seemed to be his father. Sighing, he opened the car door. "Let's just get this over with."

You could only nod as he shoved his phone back inside the pocket of his neatly-ironed jacket and stepped out of his car.

It didn't take you a long time to find out that Min Yoongi and his father didn't have the best relationship. In fact, for the past few months of pretending to be his girlfriend, you found out more about Yoongi than you probably should have. And, not strangely enough, the more you got to know him, the more you wanted to know him -to be around him. It wasn't that he's a total a saint inside. Quite the opposite. Despite closing up on most details about his life, Yoongi didn't hide the way he was as a person; he didn't pretend to be something that he wasn't. He was up-front about most things, and you liked that as a quality. You envied it too.

There was definitely more to the blonde boy than he let on, but you knew yourself that he'd only completely open up to the people he trusted on every 110%. It was something both of you had in common -other than having selfish parents. You started considering him more of an acquaintance now than an employer. You bickered with him, only in a way that any friend would.

Both of you were walking together side by side now, up the long stairs toward the building doors; your hands wrapped around the crook of Yoongi's elbow for support. All you could hear was the breeze of the wind and the annoying sound of your heels clicking every step you took.

"I really do hate you for making me wear these things," You said just after catching yourself from falling over for the second time, hands gripping Yoongi's arm for dear life.

"The dress code for tonight is black tie, so I needed to have you look presentable somehow." He said. Then under his breath, "Not my fault you've never worn high-quality shoes before."

"I can look presentable without these feet killers, thank you very much.."

"I'll believe it when I see it, sweetheart." The blonde replied, the corner of his mouth quirking up. He was teasing you; one of his favorite hobbies of the late.

You scoffed. "Just know that if I trip and break my nose, you're paying for the surgery. Outside my paycheck." You told him. Yoongi's light chuckle breezed into your ears like wind. It always felt nice to hear his laugh. You loved the way his dark eyes lit up and laughed along too.

Few steps later, you finally came to a stop near the large glass doors, a bit breathless. You turned, coming face to face with your boyfriend for the night. He was in a neat black suit with an expensive tie around the collar of his white dress-shirt; one that your hands reached up to fix. The first few times you pulled off something like that, Yoongi stepped back or waved your hands away, saying he'll do it himself. But after your many attempts of not backing off, he let it go and let you be.

"Gotta say," You smoothed down the lapels of his jacket before slightly dusting off his shoulders. "You clean up good on these events."

He really did. Unlike his usual style of large hoodies, baggy jackets, and messy bangs, the suit and slicked-back hairstyle made him look not just handsome but sharp as hell. Like a true son of a millionaire. Which was why he didn't like it so much.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes at you, "Was that sarcasm?"

"That was a compliment," You told the boy in a matter-of-factly, looking up at him. A strand of gelled blonde hair had cast onto his forehead. Being the perfectionist that you were; your hands itched to fix it. You resisted. "And I mean it." You said in all seriousness.

Yoongi raised his brows in dubious surprise. The look in his black orbs told you that he believed you. Pursing his lips, the blonde let his eyes slowly roam you from head to toe; inspecting you slower than he should’ve. You watched him bring his lower lips between his teeth, head tilting. "Yeah well, you don't look too bad yourself." He said, averting his eyes in quick motion.

"Of course you think that," You said with a small huff. "You bought everything I’m wearing after all.."

Amused, Yoongi shook his head and those pouty lips of his came up into a full smile. He didn't comment back on your reply because he knew by now that you didn't know how to take a compliment very well. If you could even call what he said a compliment, really. The blonde sighed and you felt his hand slip into yours, fingers slowly entwining. "Shall we?" He looked over at you.

You rolled your eyes to hide your own smile along with the sense of warmth you felt all of a sudden. You didn't say anything. You merely sighed and tightened your hand around his as a silent answer. Then you let him lead you through the spacious entrance.

This is gonna be one loooong night, you thought. But unlike the first few, you weren't dreading to get this event over with.

× 

It was all going fine the first thirty minutes. You and Yoongi greeted his parents, sold your usual couple act pretty well to the rest of his relatives, and had a few expensive drinks during some meaningless conversations. But then...you ran into one of Yoongi's younger cousins, Youngjae. Yeah. It all went to hell after that.

"I'm surprised, cousin." the boy told Yoongi, a smug look on his face. "Didn't think you could manage to score a girl like that."

You could care less about Younjae's comment, but you felt Yoongi tense beside you. Yet his stoic expression never faltered. "Your point, Youngjae?"

"No point." Youngjae shrugged. "Just saying that you must have paid her to come because only whores hang around you," He looked at you. "She sure resembles to one.."

You didn't get a chance to roll your eyes and tell the guy to screw it, because Yoongi's fist came swinging forward to his cousins face in one swift move. The fight escalated really quickly; from throwing punches, to rolling on the ground, beating each other. It caused a loud ruckus in the quiet gallery and made a deep frown appear on Mr. Mins face. That was definitely not supposed to happen.

Now, nearly thirty minutes after the whole thing with Youngjae went down, you were sitting on a stone bench outside the gallery building with Yoongi. He needed some aiding for the cut on his lip, and you needed some air. Especially after the drama that happened inside. Yoongi winced as the napkin came in contact with his cut.

"You didn't have to do that, you know." You said, dabbing blood off the edge of his lip as softly as you could. "He wasn't worth getting in trouble for."

"I know. But that piece of spoiled shit had it coming for a long time." Yoongi muttered. "Besides... he didn't have a fucking right to call you that."

With your face close to his, you felt his eyes burning into you. You resisted the urge to look back at him, focusing on the nasty split on the corner of his mouth instead. "It's just a word, Yoongi. I know I'm not what he called me," You told him, shrugging as if it was nothing. "So his stupid comment really didn't impress me enough to care. It takes a lot more to set me off, you know." you said, the ends of your lips curling upward.

"I know." 

You glanced at Yoongi, his eyes were already on you, lips smirking knowingly. Clearing your throat, you pulled away from the boy and crippled the bloody napkin before tossing it in the trashcan near-by. The cut had stopped bleeding.

"Thanks, though." you exhaled, giving Yoongi a mere glance. "Besides Jimin, no one has ever tried to stand up for my sake before."

Yoongi scoffed, but you heard a nervousness in his laughing tone. "Who said I did for you?" He raised both brows. "Maybe I just wanted to land a hit on that assholes face."

"Okay," You shrugged. Sure, that actually made more sense. "But either way, it wasn't worth it. And the look on your father's face..." you trailed off with a grimace.

"Well fuck him," the blonde huffed loudly. "He expects too much out of me. Even in the things I can't give him!"

With your arm touching his, you sighed at how tense he got. Slowly, you placed your head on his shoulder blade. A calm beat of silence passed between the two of you, his tense body relaxing beneath your touch. "Are you okay?" you asked quietly; sincerely wanting him to be. Yoongi was that type of person that rarely showed exactly how he felt. Yet you couldn't help the desire of wanting to know what was going on in his mind.

He sighed, running a hand through his gelled hair, not caring that he messed it up. "I will be." he said dryly, not bothered by the weight of your head on his shoulder. "As long as I don't see my father's face in the next few days. Or, better yet, years."

"What's up with all that, anyway?" you dared to question, peering up at Yoongi through your lashes. "Why the constant war between you of two?"

There was a stretch of a silence that made you think he wouldn't give an answer. But a quiet sigh passed his lips and his chest vibrated with every word he spoke; "He wants to send me off to some business school. In a different country." 

Lifting your chin up from his shoulder in surprise, you looked at the boy sitting next to you with wide eyes. "What? But- he can't do that!" You scoffed. Then, "Wait, do...you want to go?"

Yoongi shook his head. "Fuck no."

You frowned, not liking the thought of the possibility of him moving really far away. "I mean you're eighteen." You said. "Your father doesn't have a right to make you do something you don't want to do."

Yoongi turned his neck to you. Your faces were mere inches apart but you didn't care to pay much attention to that. You were still waiting for his answer.

"You'd be surprised what money and power can do, y/n." He said bitterly. Then shook his head. "I can't go. I can't leave my mom alone in his hands."

Right, you thought. Yoongi had mentioned something about his mother who got abused by her husband from time to time. But nothing more. "Is that why you needed a girlfriend and started involving yourself in his business?" You asked, knowing that Yoongi hated anything to do with Mr. Min’s occupation. "To prove something to your father? That you've got your life together enough to stay?"

"...Something like that."

Your heart went out to him. It hurt to realize that he couldn't just say any of this to his father; things didn’t work that way with parents you cared about image and money more than their children. You sort of felt a resentment growing towards that man. Even if the first time you met Mr. Min, he was superficially kind toward you -after all the dubious stares and questions, of course.

"What?" Yoongi said, looking at you. You realized that you were still openly ogling at him. "Is there blood on my face?"

"A little," You said, forced smile shaping your mouth. "Does it hurt?" You asked while reaching up to touch the dried blood on the corner of his lip with your bare thumb.

When he winced, you drew your hand back. "No." The blonde muttered. "At least not any more than what my dear cousin got."

You couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh, yeah. I don't doubt that." You said and stood up, looking down at him. "Wanna ditch?"

Peering up at you, Yoongi raised a brow. "To where, exactly?"

"Anywhere. As long as it's away from here...and where these stupid shoes don't need to be involved." you said, slipping off your stilettos. You sighed in pleasure as the soles of your feet kissed the cold ground.

"I mean.. sure. Why not."

Yoongi gave one of his rare smiles that only lifted one side of his mouth. Which caused the cut on his lip to draw blood again. Almost automatically, you reached out and swipe the speck of the copper from the corner of his mouth with your naked thumb. Knowing that he's not the type to endure physical contact for long, you drew your hand back as soon as you could. "You need to stop smiling if you want that thing to heal." You told him, the ends of your lips curling up.

Scoffing, Yoongi pursed his lips and looked away, seeming embarrassed to be caught. You could've sworn that his cheeks tinted with color. "I wasn't smiling. It was just a twitch." He said. Despite the stoic expression, his eyes were still smiling.

"And what's so bad about smiling?" you asked, watching him stand up. "They say it makes a person a lot more approachable and attractive."

"I'm already more attractive." The blonde frowned at you. "What, are you saying I'm not?" He seemed so serious about it that you couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"That's not what I meant," you told him, grinning widely now. "What am I gonna do with you when you're this serious, huh?" Before he could answer, you grabbed his hand and turned to pull him towards the billion of steps you needed to descend in order to get to his car. "Come on, let's go!"

You didn't get to take even two steps before your hand was the one being pulled back; making you gasp as you swiftly turned around and faced Yoongi. Your chest millimeters away from his. Hand in hand, the boy raised his brows at you and took a step closer. "You're really annoying, you know that." He said in a low voice; tone sending shivers down your spine, spreading warmth in your stomach.

Taking a step back, you mirrored his facial expression and smirked. "I know." You said, almost innocently, discarding the memories of the times you really did annoy him. "Still better than being a serious Mr. stick-up-his-ass like you." Smiling mischievously, you began to back away.

Yoongi reached to catch you but you took off; bare feet and all. Laughing out of fear and excitement, you ordered your feet to run down the many steps. Glancing back, you saw the blonde descending the steps at a normal pace, if not slower. "I don't run after cowards like you!" He shouted your direction.

You stopped, breathing rate a bit elevated. Despite the fifty steps that separated you and him, you still could see the small smirk on his face. "You don't run because you're just a slow-poke!" You yelled back, placing hands on your hips as you watched him descend down to you.

"What did you say?" The boy raised his brows. With each step, he got closer.

You turned around and continued down the steps. "Don't worry! I won't run off and leave an old grandpa like you to fend off for himself.." You teased.

"You little..." You heard him say. "You're gonna pay for that, you know?"

"If you'll ever catch up to me, that is," you called over your shoulder, naked feet finally reaching the end of the stairway.

That's when you heard footsteps behind you fasten pace and you had a feeling that Yoongi was only a handful of steps behind. Instinct made you listen to the urge to run. With a squeal escaping your lips, you let your legs take off towards the parking lot filled with cars.

"Hey! Why are you running?" you heard Yoongi call out through a laugh. "That's cheating!"

You smiled. "I learned from the best!" Then sprinted off another direction.

From a distance, you heard Yoongi's laugh once more and your grin widened. To hear the sound of his laugh was a very rare thing; it caught you a little off guard if not just gave you a buzz of satisfaction. Feet still paddling between cars, you looked over your shoulder to see nobody.

Darn it. A wave of panic come over you. Feet slowly coming to a stop, your eyes began roaming over the cars for a blonde head of hair. You heard footsteps echo from somewhere which made you more alert. But the second you turned your head one direction, Yoongi appeared from the other out of nowhere. You gasped as he swiftly backed you up against a car near-by, trapping you between his hands.

"Got you." he said, breathing heavily.

The surprise shaping your features caused the grin on the blonde’s face to widen. You swallowed down the pressure that was supposed to be a scream. "Geez..." you exhaled, a bit breathless. "Now,..sneaking up...on someone is cheating."

"I wasn't sneaking up on you. I was walking quietly," he said before leaning his face closer to yours. "Either way I still caught you." Game over, his amused eyes said.

Palm still curled against your chest, you released a breath, momentarily hypnotized by the black hue of his orbs. The street lights above made his eyes look darker than they were. "Yeah. So you did.." you said, distracted.

You watched Yoongi's gaze slowly avert from your eyes, down to your lips. He swallowed hard, and before you knew it, his face was edging closer with every second. An anticipation was building up in you and the strange butterflies in your stomach wouldn't calm down.

His movements stopped then, lips centimeters apart from yours. All you could think about was that you wouldn't mind a kiss from him. Not the cheek-kisses that were just for the show of being a couple, no. A real kiss. The kind that held some meaning behind it. You could feel hesitation and desire radiate from him by just the whisper of his breath on your skin. All you needed to do was to lift your chin and his mouth would be on yours.

"I...don't think that this is a good idea." Yoongi whispered, breath brushing your lips, tempting you to close the gap.

You had to blink a couple times as his words settled in your chest. You felt a little hurt by the rejection, but you shouldn't have been. So you didn't show that you were. You swallowed, then gave a slight nod. "Yeah. Right."

Yet neither you or Yoongi made a move to step back. Not right away at least. The boy in front of you continued to hold his dark gaze with yours when he let his hands drop from the hood of the strangers’ car behind you. You let your eyes avert down from his as he took a small step back to give you space. Clearing your throat, you slowly set your naked feet to turn and walk towards Yoongi's car that was a few parking spaces away. You wanted to say something but the tension that grew between you and Yoongi clogged your throat. You nodded instead.

The second you turned your back to him, Yoongi grasped you by your forearm and pulled you back against him. Your eyes meet gazes for a mere second before he leaned in. Before you could process the situation, his soft mouth was already on yours; your gasp of surprise quickly died on his tongue. That very moment when your lips connected, it felt like the first time you really kissed him -not counting the other two times your lips locked forcefully for the public.

Yoongi's lips slowly and softly and very passionately enveloped yours. You momentarily let yourself get lost in the warming need of his kiss. It was a lot harder to pull back from his lips than you would've thought. The way his mouth moved against yours made your knees weak and head spin with desire while your lungs screamed for air. Everything seemed to absolutely fade for the moment; your problems, your financial needs, and especially the fact that this wasn't really supposed to happen -not without a camera watching at least. You and him is all there was at the moment; a moment you truly didn't want to end.

Your hands raised and curled around the lapels of his jacket, hard enough to pull him closer. It seemed like that was all Yoongi needed to slide his hands down from your arms to circle them around your waist, pressing you flushed against him.

Every meaningless conversation and word of advice shared between the two of you flowed through your mind; making those moments so much more than they seemed to be at the time. More than you thought it could ever be. You knew that you'd never really be his friend, so you never labeled him as such out loud, but you didn’t think you'd ever be more than a fake couple; more than close acquaintances who worked together for some time.

Yoongi's hands slowly brushed up your naked back, goosebumps rising from his touch, pleasant shivers trailing after the touch of his fingers; enough to make you gasp, which granted him the access to slip his tongue between your lips. With every breath you took, the more slow, sensual, teasing the kiss got; as if he wanted to savor every bit of it.

Your tongue traced his lower lip, catching a small taste of bitter copper from the corner of his mouth, before taking his bottom lip between your teeth. A groan left Yoongi's throat as he took a step forward and pressed your back against the car behind you. Your bodies were molded together by now.

A moan escaped your mouth as your tongue tangled with his own in a passionate dance. You slid your hands up his neck and raked your fingers up his scalp. A low growl vibrated in his chest, causing a sense of satisfaction to fill you up. Nothing but raw desire flowed through your veins. A desire for Yoongi; all of him completely. It was like all your feelings towards him, the ones you've been denying and pushing away the past few weeks came up to the surface with an unstoppable force.

You were so immersed in one another that neither you or Yoongi heard a set footsteps approach. It was the voices that made you gather your senses and pull your lips away from each other. You buried your burning face in his chest, shielding your embarrassment from the approaching company. You felt Yoongi's rapid breath brush the side of your face.

"See! I told you that he was fine!" A familiar voice spoke up. "Better than fine! Why'd you even drag me to find him!?"

Still slightly panting, you dared to lift your chin from Yoongi's jacket and peek at the intruders. You found one of Yoongi's younger friends, Kim Taehyung, standing beside an older man in a suit, who you guessed was the right hand of Yoongi's Father.

"What's this?" Yoongi demanded, breathing still elevated from the makeout session you had a minute ago.

The older man cleared his throat, looking down. "I apologize, sir. Mr. Min instructed that I found you immediately, sir."

"But why make me do the work then?" Tae crossed his arms at the older man, who then scoldingly smacked him on the back of his head. Taehyung hissed in pain but didn't protest in getting the much-earned hit.

A dreadful sigh sounded from Yoongi's throat. "Tell my father I'll be there in ten minutes, Lin. Now leave. Both of you."

The older man -Lin- hesitantly shifted his eyes between you and Yoongi, looking like he was going to say something but then decided not to. He gave a curt nod and turned to leave, dragging Tae along with him. You knew for a fact that Yoongi's father was going to get an ear-full of what was happening here. Good, you thought. It was what you were being paid to do after all. A heavy feeling twisted in your gut at the thought; reality came rushing back again.

Once Lin's footsteps and Tae's complaining was far out of your hearing range, Yoongi let out a long, controlled breath. You breathed out the discomfort of being caught in doing something you actually shouldn't have allowed yourself to do. The boy who kept no distance between the two of you a minute ago was now stepping back at arms-length. Tension hovered in the air, holding on to the dreadful silence.

"Are you cold?" Yoongi's voice pulled you out of your wandering thoughts.

You looked up at him. "What?"

"You're shivering..."

"Oh," you automatically looked back down at your feet. "Uh...no shoes." But you knew your goosebumps didn't appear because of the cold.

The blonde exhaled, already shrugging off his jacket. "What happened to your shoes, again?" He asked, slipping off his jacket before bringing it over your shoulders. You wanted to protest but really couldn't find a way to resist the new found source of warmth. Especially in late January.

"Left them by the bench," you said. "What, you expected me to run with those feet killers on? Yeah, not likely."

There was a hint of a smirk shadowing his troubled face, and you were glad that the tension subsided at least a bit. Biting down on your still-warm bottom lip, you wracked your head for something appropriate to say. Something to break this built-up tension between you and him.

"Yoongi, I think-"

"I'm sorry, y/n." The blonde blurted out.

"You're.. sorry?"

Taking a big step back, Yoongi ran a hand through his now messed up hair with pent-up frustration. "I'm sorry that I went too far," he said. "I'm just not good controlling myself when it comes to what I...to what I want."

So he wanted to do it? Or... You tilted your head, hands gripping the jacket around you more tightly. Then why was he sorry?

"You don't need to apologize," You told him, timid smile displaying on your face. "I kissed you back. And.. I don't regret it either."

"You don't?"

"I don't."

The blonde looked hesitant -if not a bit surprised. It seemed as if he had something to tell you, but you spoke before he could. "Don't worry. What happened isn't gonna change anything in our arrangement," then silently added, "...If that's what you want."

Yoongi furrowed his brows, taking two steps toward you. Before a word could escape his open mouth, the phone in his pocket buzzed. Groaning, he reached to turn off his cell before shoving it back into his back pocket. He looked up. "Y/N, I..."

"We can talk later," you said, really not wanting to hear his words of rejection at the moment. You did your best to keep a smile even though the corners of your lips seemed to be weighing down. "Let's see what your father wants first."

The blonde frowned, then stepped as close to you as once before. Hands closing around the material of the jacket around you, he adjusted it tighter. You felt his gaze burn deep into your face but you kept your eyes on the buttons of his expensive dress-shirt. His hands softly cupped the sides of your jaw and you were a bit surprised when you felt the light brush of his lips on your forehead.

"Let's go inside then," he whispered.

×

[sugaskoffee]

Seconds | 001

↪ Jung Hoseok × Reader (ft. Jeon Jungkook & Min Yoongi)

↪ Genre: best friends au, one-sided love au, aNgSt, fluff.

↪ WC: 7.2k+

↪ Sum: Being a good friend, you were there to help piece Hoseok's broken-heart. He was just never there to piece yours.

001. 002(finale).

♦

Back when you started out as a high school freshman, you never thought the view of the world could change so quick in your eyes. Never expected the change of heart and the burst of feelings that you only ever read about in books or heard in music lyrics.

But it did. And it all really began in your Junior year of high school; when your heart was still whole, pure and untouched --despite the bitterness you tended to carry around. It was the time when you basked in the fact you weren't as half of the girls in your school were; in love and hurt by that particular feeling. Unlike your good friend -the one you knew since your late years of elementary school- Jung Hoseok. Or as you'd always referred him to; Hobi.

It was usually just the four of you; Leya -your cousin-, Hobi, Yoongi, and you: the quadruple group of friends that grew together in the best and worst ways possible. All the way from elemantary school and up to high school. You all developed a relationship that consisted of nothing but pure friendship and care for each other. The best part was that everyone's feeling towards one another were completely platonic. Or so that's what you had thought.

The first year of high school, when all four of you managed to sneak into a popular high school party, you found Hoseok practically hugging the toilet two hours into the night. He had hurled out all the alcohol that his sixteen-year-old body couldn't yet hold, along with the tears that had been streaming down his face.

You didn't like that party. Not a thing about it. You hated the taste of beer, hated the loud music which gave you a headache, hated the lust-gleaming stares from hormonal boys that you spotted undressing you with their eyes. None of it seemed to be a problem for your cousin though -who was having the time of her life flirting and laughing with a bunch of seniors guys. The party life just wasn't for you.

You were left to regret the fact you hadn’t left an hour ago with Yoongi. That was why, soone nough, you were scouring rooms, looking for Hoseok; to get the hell out of there. Especially since Leya was way too busy having her tongue down some guys throat. Luckily for you, her car keys were in your jacket pocket. You were sober enough to drive home, even though all you had back then was merely a permit.

That's when you came across Hobi. He was on the floor of an open bathroom.

"Hoseok?" you called out gently, shutting the door behind you. "Oh, God. how much did you even drink?"

Hoseok sniffed back a sob. The completely and obviously drunk boy wiped the cuff of his black sweater across his wet lips, before bringing the lid of the toilet seat to a close. His cheeks were flushed from the alcohol and stained with streaks of wet salt. His eyes were bloodshot and glistening with intoxication and fresh tears. "Leya...she..." The boy croaked out, his words carrying a slight slur to them. "Ugh...I'm s-so fucking stupid. This is all so fucking fucked up."

"Hobi," You sighed as you bent down to his level. "Let's go home. You're drunk and-"

"I-It hurts, you know? seeing her kissing someone else." Hobi sobbed. "I...I didn't think it would this much but it fucking hurts.."

His words came out with such a slur that it took you a minute to piece his sentences in correct order. You realized then that Hoseok was most likely just an emotional drunk, but also, because of the liquor that loosened his tongue, he was speaking openly about how he truly felt. That was the day you realized your best friend was in love with your cousin, who, you perfectly knew, never saw him in that light.

Between Yoongi and Hoseok, you were much closer to the mint-hair brood, who was very much similar to you in that way. Funny how the only reason to why you became friends with Hoseok was because of the fact he stuck around your cousin long enough. But a year into middle school, a timid friendship between you and Hoseok just happened from then on. Nothing too intimate nor very close. So seeing his vulnerability like this was still very much new to you.

"Fuck," you muttered, running a hand through your hair. "We...look, we'll talk about this tomorrow, okay? But right now, let's get you home."

You didn't bother to wait for an answer as you slid one hand around his torso and brought his arm over your neck, resting it on your shoulder. Hoseok -thankfully- didn't resist your help and managed to get to his feet with his own power. Yet it still felt like you were dragging him out the bathroom and through the crowded house. As your eyes searched for the front door to exit the place, the plan in your head was to at least get him inside the car. You were just so glad to have Leya's car keys in your possession.

As you took harsh steps and struggled to keep Hoseok from falling over, you couldn't help but let a few words slip passed your lips at a time of huffing and puffing breaths. "God. You're such a fucking lightweight, I swear..."

Despite nearly tripping over the washed out 'welcome' mat outside the entrance door, you managed to successfully drag the drunk boy, who was basically leaning all his weight on your side, into the back seat of Leya's car. After catching your breath and starting the engine, you texted your cousin that you took the car before dialing Yoongi's number. There was no way in hell you were going to drag this boy three flights of stairs by yourself.

How you got home or what happened the rest of that night doesn’t really matter now. Because three days later you and Hoseok finally talked about his little drunken accident; his loose tongue, and when he blabbered about his love and complete adoration for Leya. He admitted knowing that she didn't like him back that way. But being the Hoseok that you knew; he was hopeful. Full of hope, actually. Saying silly stuff like feelings could change or, people can grow to love, and, just need to give it some time.

You didn't have the guts to break it to him and tell him that his hope was just mere oblivion in his affection for her. Or that it was just him not wanting to accept the fact that the person he loved didn’t love him back. It turned out that you didn't have to. A year and a half later, more than halfway through Sophomore year, Hoseok finally got it on his own. When he fully developed into the handsome young man that he knew he was and got more than enough attention from the opposite sex, he gained the confidence to admit and confront Leya about his feelings for her.

Long-story-short, she rejected him without saying the word, really. She laughed it off as a joke, then apologized and told him how much she loved him like a brother. Then avoided him for a while, which then made the gap in their friendship too wide to fix. Feeling guilty, Leya kept her distance from him; not wanting to give him a reason to hope.

And it broke him. It really did. Yoongi and you were there to pick up the pieces -not just figuratively speaking. Most of it was from an underground club at two in the morning, or at college parties that he wasn't invited to. Hoseok didn't say a word about it though. He continued on remaining hopeful, but not without knowing the reality of his situation. That his love was truly one-sided.

Funny thing was...you never realized that yours was too. You were oblivious, really. Even though you watched the person you loved repeatedly break from loving another.

    - one year later -

The summer of senior-year rolled around and it seemed too good to be true. There were only four more months until you graduated. You still didn't get why your school postponed the graduation to after summer break, but you didn't care enough to ask. You just wanted to enjoy these last few months before heading off to university.

How you started off the first week of summer break? Over at Hoseok's place, of course. It was sort of a ritual the four of you had; coming to Hobi's place after school or after running errands and whatnot. But Yoongi bailed more often than he showed up and Leya seemed to be 'busy' the past year, so it was just the two of you.

"Want my opinion?" You said as you plopped down beside a very defeated-looking Jung Hoseok. "It's time to get over her. And I mean, one hundred and ten percent over her."

And of course, your conversation would steer this direction.

"I never asked for your opinion," Your friend groaned, his words muffled by the pillow over his face. "Not that it's much help anyway."

You rolled your eyes and pouted the same time. Your heart really did hurt seeing Hobi suffer like this. Suffer because of your cousin. Not that it was her fault. One can't blame a person that they like for not feeling the same way about them. But it's been nearly a year. So many things have changed, yet Hobi still seemed to be going back to the same damn page.

"I mean.. why go on like this?" you said, eyes still glued to the white pillow covering his head. "Especially when she's got a boyfriend now. Officially."

The pillow was swiftly removed from Hobi's face. "Yeah. Thanks for the reminder. It really helps."

You sighed. "Look. I just really think this is your chance to make a decision and get it over with."

"Make what decision?"

"A decision to open your eyes to the other verities of beautiful girls who would kill to just go out with you."

You heard his own dejected sigh and understood then that he really wasn't going to take your advice. "This is why I don't take opinions from you seriously," Hobi said. "You don't get it. I still don't get how you don't get it.."

"What do you mean you don't get that I don't get it?" Gosh, that was a mouthful.

"The fact you've never -not once in the past four years of high school- been in love?"

A frown shaped your lips and you shrugged. "So? I'm still young. I don't want to waste my early years on heart-breaks and useless days of crying and shit."

Hobi was silent for a few beats before speaking. "Maybe that's exactly what you need." He turned himself to look at you with raised brows. "Then again, maybe you have been in love but kept it a secret or something."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Or something."

The boy just shook his head at your answer and exhaled a long breath. By the look in his eyes, you knew his mind was elsewhere now. "So... Leya's really going to Florida next month?"

"Yup." You nod. Leaving out the part where her boyfriend, Namjoon, was tagging along as well, and that they won't be back until the end of July. You slowly watched disappointment shadow his eyes and pull down the corners of his mouth. "Don't be sad, Hobi.." You said with the intention of lightening up the mood. "I'll still be here most of the summer. Yoongi too...sort of."

"Exactly," Hoseok pursed his lips into a smile. It looked forced. "Most of the summer. You're leaving for two entire weeks of it! And don't even get me started on that dickhead.."

You chuckled, knowing that Hoseok was actually really happy for Yoongi's scholarship to some running-start program that required him to start early, somewhere in the middle of summer.

"Don't be a baby." You rolled your eyes. "We can FaceTime or Skype. Every day if you want." You weren't being serious though.

Hobi groaned somewhat dramatically. "As much as that would keep my mind off of... things. I don't want to take up any of your time with your beloved relatives. Besides," His brows went up suggestively. "I don't want to keep you from finding your true love or something."

"Will you shut up with that already!” You chuckled, whacking him playfully on the shoulder. 

"I'm serious, though. Promise to tell me about it when you come back?"

You scoffed. Because you doubted that there was gonna be anything to tell. The only guys you cared to hang out with, besides your cousins, was Hoseok and Yoongi. "Fine." You said anyway. "Then promise you'll try your best to move on from she-who-shall-not-be-named?”

The boy hesitated. "Does that include texting her?"

You nodded. "And getting drunk late at night in clubs."

"Look, no promises, but I'll try."

You managed a small smile. This was progress. "Deal."

And for the fun of it, you stuck your pinky out for him to wrap it around his own. Hoseok only gave you a really weird look before swatting your hand away. You scoffed and swat right back. Both of you started laughing over it before you easily slipped back into comfortable conversation.

Things were always like that with Hoseok; going with a kind of flow that you never had with any other guy -even Yoongi, who was basically another version of you. You felt absolutely comfortable with Hobi even though you didn't count him as a best friend. Every time you sacrificed something for his sake, it was always worth it. Even when things wouldn't always come out as a great result. He was a big portion of your comfort zone and one of the people who pulled you out of the shell you liked to hide under. Everything was simple with Hobi even if it wasn't always easy.

You secretly hoped that both of you'd be friends till you died -even though you knew that wasn't realistic. But it was very strange imagining your life without him in it, really. You got so used to the boy that he became a completely natural part of your life without even you noticing it. And not in a romantic way. At least, not really. No. Scratch that; not at all.

From the moment sophomore year started, you went through a phase of either growing with him or growing apart from him. But through that time you realized that nothing romantic could really happen between the two of you -his heart was in the hands of another, anyway. Which is why you never let yourself go back to thinking that way again; there was no need. So that's what you settled for being when it came to Hoseok; his friend, his safety-cushion and his source of support and friendly comfort.

"Are you doing anything tonight?" Hoseok asked out of the blue in your snippets of conversation.

Your brows furrowed. It was a Friday. "No, nothing major," You sighed and dropped your phone back on the bed. "Just something’s to edit for the school yearbook.."

"Great! You can come with me to this new club down the street, then."

"Hobi.." You groaned. "You know I don't like stuff like that."

"Oh come on y/n," The brunette nudged you in the rib. "It's a new club. I doubt there'll be a lot of people there. Besides, it's your last weekend here before leaving with your family for two weeks!"

"I don't know, Hobi..."

There was a shift beside you and you looked over to see the boy sitting upright and facing you. With a pout shaping his lips and eyes big with mock-plea, you realized that you were going to agree to this. "Y/N, please." He said, "I'm asking you to accompany me. I'm asking you cause I want you to go and have fun with me before you leave."

Your eyes squinted. "What about our agreement of not getting drunk in clubs, huh?"

"Ah-ah-ah that doesn't start until you leave, remember?"

You exhaled a very long breath and looked up at the white ceiling. He was right. "Yoongi will be there too," you heard him say. Admittedly, that made you feel a bit better.

"Fine," You mumbled. "I'll go."

"For real?"

Narrowing your eyes at Hoseok, you did your best to keep your lips from grinning the way he was. "Yes. For real." You said. "But you owe me. Remember that."

♦

You left Hoseok's house right before dinner, agreeing that he'll pick you up around 9 that night. You didn't tell your parents a thing about the club, just texted Leya for advice on how to dress properly. You've never actually been in a club unless it was with Yoongi to pick up Hoseok. You were not planning on getting wasted.

An hour before you expected Hobi's car to pull up by the driveway, your cousin came barging into your room with a rack of clothes hanging from her arms. It was a bit weird since you and your cousin weren't that close; not like you once were. But you didn’t mind this at all. It was nice to get some girl advice in a family of five boys and one girl -that girl; being you. Party dresses, leather jackets, tights, tops, and skirts were what she plopped on your bed and had you try on over and over until she approved of the fitting.

"I don't like this."

"Are you kidding? You look smoking hot in this!" Leya exclaimed, her light eyes observing you through the full-length mirror on your door. "I mean, dude, I didn't even know you had boobs like this until now.."

You rolled your eyes at her. "Look. I just.. feel uncomfortable with how tight this is." Your fingers kept picking and adjusting the velvety material of the black dress.

It was too short in your opinion and smoothed much too tight over the obvious curves you had. Only thanks to the leather jacket, your cleavage was somewhat covered. You've worn dresses similar to this before, but only on occasions that usually came once a year; weddings, engagements, new year parties with your relatives. You liked your clothes to be baggy and comfortable -you practically lived in your pajamas and oversized shirts. This dress was neither of those things.

"Well get used to it," Leya told you. "This is how most of the population is dressed when out clubbing."

You exhaled, giving yourself a last once-over in the mirror. Yeah, sure, you liked the way you looked, you just didn't feel like yourself in the outfit, that's all. You kept your makeup minimal; a winged eye, concealer, strawberry flavored chapstick and mascara. Your short hair was neatly ironed and framed your face. You were technically ready to go. You hated it though; feeling all prepped up and shit.

The thought of calling Hoseok and telling him you weren't going had crossed your mind many times, but you didn't let yourself ponder over it. You told him you would go. It wouldn't be very friend-like to back out now.

"Hobi's picking you up soon, yeah?"

In the mirror, your eyes averted up at your cousin. "Yeah. Thirty minutes, I think."

She nodded, ringlets of caramel hair bobbing on her shoulders. "Great! So it looks like I'm all done here," She said, "You can keep the dress. But do return the jacket after the trip.."

You scoffed. "Well duh." Folding arms over each other, you turned from the mirror and faced Leya, watching her gather the rest of her clothes into your large, green tote bag. "I really wish you were coming.."

But even as you said those words, you knew how downhill that whole scenario would play out. Leya knew it too, which was why she didn't bring it up. As always.

Amused, she glanced over at you while hiking the stuffed bag up her arm and onto her shoulder. "Don't worry cousin. You'll be just fine without me." Leya said as she walked over to you. "Just let go, be yourself and have fun. If anything, I've got you covered with Auntie."

You haven't realized that her hand was clasped on your shoulder in a supporting manner until you felt the weight of it lift. "Thanks, Ley." You told her. "You off to Namjoon's?"

Her grin was radiant as the look in her eyes. "Yup! He promised me Vegan ice cream and a Star Wars marathon."

A sigh left your mouth. "Where can I find myself a Namjoon, huh?"

You shared a giggle with her before wrapping arms around shoulders in a brief hug. Leya was much shorter than you now that heels propped up your feet. She peaced-out shortly after and you plopped back down on your bed and played with your phone -until a text from Hoseok forced your ass to get up. You took your time heeling your way down the stairs and into the passenger seat.

"Smells good." Were Hoseok's first words as you shut the door.

"My brother’s old cologne." You said, clipping the seat belt around you. "He threw it away before moving out and I took it."

Hobi chuckled and the car got into motion then, smoothing out of your neighborhood. "Geez, you're that broke? I need to get you some lady perfume on your birthday."

Lips twitching up, you rolled your eyes. "Funny. Do you even remember when my birthday is?" Hobi had trouble keeping up with birthdays ever since you knew him.

"Erm... December...something?"

"November 18th." You replied, amused. "But close enough."

He chuckled, somewhat embarrassed. You glanced at him and let your gaze linger. His hair was gelled up, seeming much darker. His neck hidden behind the collar of a white button-up, and a leather jacket worn over it. You were surprised at how good Hoseok looked. Sure, he was generally a good-looking guy, but tonight, in particular, he seemed to be more than just attractive. You convinced yourself it was cause of his outfit.

"I look good don't I," He spoke up, smug voice interrupting your thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"That's why you're staring like a creep."

Scoffing out a laugh, you directed your gaze out the window again. "I was going to comment on the fact we have matching jackets, actually."

"It's okay, babe. I know you secretly love me."

"Are you high already?"

Hoseok laughed and sent a quick wink your way. You shook your head and turned up the current song playing. The traffic light turned green again, and the car was wheeling into a dark-lit property.

♦

"Are you sure you don't wanna dance again?" Jungkook yelled over the music.

"Very sure!" You yelled back, nodding. With two hours into the night, you got tired of doing just that. "Oh! Hey- if you find Hoseok, tell him I was looking for him!"

With a grin, the black-haired boy nodded and waved off back into the dance floor. He wasn't going to actually do it, was he, your tipsy-self realized.

Your legs were sore. But you didn't know just how sore they were until you took a seat on the fancy, red-cushioned couch that had a fancy table in the middle; It was cluttered with nearly every bottle of alcohol and snack plate you've seen on the menu.

Hoseok lied about one thing though, this new club had way more people than he led you to believe there would be. But since his club-buddies dragged both of you to sit with them in the VIP section, it wasn't as bad; less crowded too.

The first thirty minutes in the club you hadn't known where to put yourself in the heated, loud, dim-lit place. But after the first hour, you were enjoying everything very much. Most of Hobi's friends weren't completely overboard or wild as you expected. Two of them, in particular, were insanely hilarious actually. Especially Jungkook; the youngest of them all; merely two years older than you. You shed your leather jacket just as quick as you dropped your sober state. Despite grimacing at the taste of alcohol, you smiled at the feeling of carelessness it put you in.

You danced, sang, laughed, drank, and socialized with people you did and did not want to socialize with. By a quarter of the second hour, your stilettos came off and the sobering part of your mind decided it was best to sit and rest the blisters that formed on the heel of your feet.

No one else was seated at your table when you nudged your way over to it, and you were grateful for that. You needed some time to yourself. After watching Jungkook disappear into the crowd of bopping people, you rested your head against the back of the cushioned seat and exhaled. The smell of mixed perfumes, marijuana, and sweat began to nauseate you. The velvety heat of the couch wasn't helping either. As your heart rate slowed to a steady pace, you wondered where the hell Yoongi was; you haven't seen him once throughout the night.

Your eyes jerked open the minute a body was scooting your ass further into the small U shaped couch. You were ready to protest until you saw Hoseok's features. Dropping your tense posture, you easily let him take the edged seat and sat upright. The brunette was grinning cheek to cheek, sweat glistening down his temple, blue and purple shadows fell on his skin from the hue of the party lights that flashed over the dim room.

"And who are you running from?" You teased, eyes taking in his damp hair.

His jacket was long gone and a few buttons of his white shirt were undone. Besides that, Hoseok was glowing, his dark eyes bright with adrenaline. The boy chuckled a bit breathlessly and looked over at you. "My very hot dancing partner." He said.

"Wow, really?" You raised a surprised brow. "Why though?"

"Found out that she was engaged. Bachelorette party."

Another spur of laughter escaped your mouth and shook your shoulders. "Well damn. So what, she chased you after you told her off?"

The boy scoot closer. "Something like that."

"Ha! Definitely not your night.."

Hobi just shrugged, grinning. "I wouldn’t say that." He said with drunk enthusiasm. "You seem to be enjoying yourself, though."

"I am enjoying myself!" You grinned back, much wider. "Surprisingly. I didn't expect clubs to be this fun."

"See? I told you!" He said. "Now, where’s my thanks?"

"In your dreams."

Hoseok just looked at you. It seemed as if he was about to say something witty, but stopped. The hazy look in his eyes matched yours and you couldn't get why he didn't stop this intense eye stare. "What?" You said. "Why are you looking at me like that? Do I look that fucked up?" You honestly hoped you didn’t look as tipsy as you felt.

Hobi surprised you with a laugh and shook his head. He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear. "You look really beautiful tonight, actually." He said. "The dress.. suits you really well."

That's right, you had your jacket off. Which meant your cleavage; out on the open. Yet you were too intoxicated to care at the moment.

Your natural instinct was to roll your eyes, push Hobi away and hide the blush that colored your cheeks. But something in you simply let the heat flush up your neck shamelessly as a smirk shaped your lips. You didn't bother to move away. You were about to thank Hoseok for the compliment, but the feel of his lips lightly brushing a spot just below your earlobe had your tongue swallow whatever word that was about to come out of your mouth. His breath was hot and paced unsteadily against your skin. It was distracting.

"Mmm, you smell so good." He said hoarsely, lips wet and warm as they feathered down your jaw. You did nothing to stop him. "Is.. this okay?"

No, the rational part of your mind told you, pull away, you'll only regret this tomorrow. This isn't what friends do. You decided to listen to the buzzed state of your mind instead, the part that thought based on how much alcohol you consumed; "Y-Yes," You breathed out. "More than okay."

That's when Hoseok's hands slipped around your waist and you were being pulled toward him, making the gap between the two of you non-existent. His mouth and tongue continued working up and down your neck and jaw as his hands roamed your body fervently. The groans and growls that escaped his throat had you press yourself even tighter against him.

The two of you were nothing but drunk minds that took immense pleasure in each others’ bodies. And, despite the faint protests coming from the back of your head, you didn't mind it. Not at all. His lips felt really good, and you couldn't find the will or reason to pull away. You were drunk beyond normal sanity, yet still well aware of what you were doing. His touch blurred some lines for you, but you found yourself wanting exactly that.

Why not? You asked yourself as Hoseok's mouth reached yours. Just plain fun, you told yourself as your tongue slipped between his open lips. That mantra in your head propelled your legs to slide up to Hoseok until your thighs closed over his and you were comfortably seated in his lap. Your arms snaked around his shoulders and neck, your hands running through his damp hair. Your mind was nothing but a fuzz, and you grinned between wet kisses.

Hoseok's soft hands brushed over your spine and groped your ass. You moaned loud enough for his fingers to slowly slide down your mostly naked thighs and beneath the fabric of your cousin's dress. Gasping, you detached your lips from his. You gazed down into his hooded eyes, hot breaths matching his own.

"I..." You breathed. Besides Hoseok, everything around you was a pulsating blur. "Don't you.. think this is, uh, wrong?" Yet you were smiling as you spoke.

His lightly-swollen lips stretched into a lazy smirk. "Why would it be wrong?" His face inched up closer to yours, noses brushing. "I mean- I don't know. I just don't know why I haven't kissed you sooner-"

You had an answer to Hoseok's comment, but you let it die on his tongue. His lips kissed yours with lusting passion, your hands slid down his chest. If it wasn't for the music and crowded noise, you wouldn't have stopped your fingers from undoing all the buttons of his shirt.

"Babe, you feel so good.." Hobi moaned in your mouth as he pulled your hips right against his groin. You smiled mischievously.

It seemed as if you were caught in a fog and whatever happened, happened. You let your fleshly desires take over the wheel of your sober senses, not looking beyond anything but what felt good at the moment. You didn't fully comprehend why you let your good friend kiss, suck, and fell you up. You found him attractive -sexually enough- so you let it happen. But boy, did you wish for it to keep going.

Your lips got working their way down Hoseok's jaw, sucking hard on his neck. His groans sounded clear in your ears but were soon interrupted by a buzz against your inner thigh. It took you a long second to realize someone was calling his phone, which was hidden in the pocket of his jeans. It seemed to bother only you.

"You should answer that," You pulled away.

"Not important," Hoseok said, chasing your lips with his. You let him distract you again. The buzzing stopped. But the second time it started up, you couldn't ignore it. Even in your buzzed state.

Hoseok sighed before fumbling his pocket, frustrated. Yet his expression changed the second he looked at the screen of his phone; eyes rounding and shoulders tensing. "Leya?" He breathed. "Hold on... I gotta get this-"

You let him slip away from under you and watched him walk toward the bathroom hall. Blinking, you only then let everything sink in. And, by a sudden clarity of mind, you realized that no matter what, you were always going to come in second place after your cousin. Even realizing that made you sick because you shouldn't have cared in the first place. Folding your legs beneath your butt, you figured that you probably shouldn't have made out with Hoseok in the first place. Oh hell.  Fuck. You needed to leave. You needed to get home.

After searching the couch for your jacket and heels, you swiftly stood up, pulled down your dress and clumsily made your way out of the VIP section and into the much more crowded area. The back of your hand kept rubbing your mouth as if it would erase the past however-many minutes; as if it would erase the fact you heavily made out with a person you shouldn't have crossed that line with. In the rush, your blurred eyes looked out for the exit. You ended up bumping into Jungkook instead.

"Whoa, hey! What's the hurry, princess?"

"I-I need to go home. I mean- ugh. Just please tell me where's the exit.."

"Okay, hold up," Jungkook said, and you were being pulled away from heavy noise into a less-crowded corner. "What happened?"

You rolled your eyes and a prickle of a headache arose. You hated the feeling of sobering. "Nothing happened, I just had a lot to drink and I need to- I want to leave. Right now."

"Okay, okay." Jungkook's hands closed over your shoulders. "I'll just go find Hoseok-"

"Don't." You said, much too loudly. Then rushed to explain, "He's.. erm, busy."

"Ahh, got it." The boy nodded. "Just wait here, I'll call you a taxi."

An idea sparked in your head. "Actually.. can I borrow your phone for a sec?"

♦

You waved away Jungkook once he helped you to the exit doors of the club. Ten minutes after that, you climbed into the passenger seat of Yoongi's car. A strong headache tremored through your brain. Yoongi grumbled something your way, and you groaned.

"What?" You asked again, not liking how the world seemed to come down from your high.

"How the fuck are you drunk? And why couldn't Hoseok take you back himself?"

"I am not drunk." You muttered into your open palms. They smelled of Hoseok's spiced cologne and hair gel. You whined.

"Sure you're not." Yoongi scoffed beside you. The car sped up. "Pathetic. How did that happen, again?"

"Shut up. I just wanna sleep."

"Even when drunk you're a pain in the ass.."

Exhaling, you forced yourself to look over at the blonde, head still pounding. "Sorry, I'm just... really tired. I regret enough as it is so I don't need a lecture." You told him, swallowing your dry throat. "I'll pay you back tomorrow.. promise." Your eyelids felt really heavy all of a sudden, and the buzz that spun your vision helped tune out thoughts of Hoseok. You held back another wince.

"It's whatever, really." Yoongi sighed. Then, "Leya's place, right?"

Closed eyes, you nodded. "Yeah." You murmured. "Thanks."

You were sure Yoongi said something else, but you didn't pay attention -nor remember what his words were. Your mind was already tangled in a state of heavy unconsciousness. A blanket of deep sleep went over you and the next time your eye-lids split open were due to the sun blazing into your face.

You groaned out loud and twisted your body away from the source of light. Soft sheets and pillows met you and you hated that you were woken up. A deep voice spoke behind you, making you bring the covers beside you over your head.

"Yeah, I know. Please do. No, she's up now, so ... okay. Bye."

Footsteps padded until they didn't. Just when you thought they walked out of the room, something heavily-stuffed hit the side of your head and bounced off onto the floor. Groaning, your eyes snapped open as you sat up abruptly. Through a sleep-laden gaze, you saw Yoongi stand at the end of the bed with his arms crossed over his chest, a blank expression formed his features. You squinted, unhappy at the light in the room.

"What. the. hell?" You muttered before plopping back down in the sheets. Your head pulsed with an overbearing headache. You hated how bright everything was. You hated the acidic taste in your mouth. You felt a strong need to take a bath in Clorox and brush your mouth with cleaning products.

"Get up. Leya's on her way here to pick you up."

"Fuck off, asshole."

"Hey don't take your hangover out on me," Yoongi said, his scowling voice sounded closer. "Not my fault you got shit-faced."

Your eyes peeled open with much effort and pain. The blonde was standing over you with an amused-looking grimace on his face. You groaned even louder and covered your face with both hands. Nothing was making sense to you at the moment; you weren't fully awake to deal with this yet.

"Why are you even here?" You mumbled into your palms.

There was a huff. "Because I live here. Why else would I put myself through all this?"

"What.. what are you even talking about? You dropped me off at Leya's place yesterday."

"She wasn't home. And I didn't feel like explaining shit to her dad, so I just brought you back to my place."

You would've said thank you, but the only thing that popped into your head was the fact that Yoongi shared a flat with two other guys. One of them being Jung Hoseok. A strange fear-like adrenaline grasped your body at that realization. It pinched you out of your sleep and knocked air out of your lungs in a gasp. Sitting up, your eyes were wide open and everything from last night was coming back together in your mind like a puzzle piece.

"Oh my motherfuckinghell." You groaned.

"Okay then. I'll leave you at Leya's doorstep next time.."

Elbows propped on your knees, your fingers raked through your hair anxiously. "No, it's not-" you paused, lifted your head until your eyes met Yoongi's confused ones. "Did Hoseok come back already?"

The blonde furrowed his brows. "Yeah. Like at three in the morning or some shit. Why?"

"Is he awake?"

"Not more than you are."

Relief filled your chest. "Oh thank goodness.."

"You're acting weird. Go wash up. I'll be in the kitchen."

The minute Yoongi shut the door behind him, you practically jumped out of bed and skipped toward the bathroom. You didn't bother speculating why you only had a bra and underwear on. You just shed those pieces of clothes and hopped in the shower. Cold water hit your skin and you felt more awake than ever. A headache still pulsed loudly in your head but you ignored it. You needed to leave before Hoseok woke up, or found out that you were here. Thankfully, you managed to do that successfully.

The second you heard your cousin's car pull up outside the building, you didn't even let her get past the front door. With heels, a bag and jacket in your grasp, you waved goodbye to Yoongi, who could've cared less, and mentally sent a thanks to God that you haven't run into Hoseok.

Leya was very confused with your frantic-self. "Y/N, what happened? I've been trying to reach you all night." She said as you buckled up.

You just told her to drive faster. The feeling of shame weighed heavily on your shoulders and you had a strong need to distance yourself from everyone. The second time Leya asked, her car was already parked outside of your house. And despite how crappy you felt about everything, you needed to let it out. Otherwise, your mind would've led you to insanity.

A shaky sigh went past your lips and you voiced out words through a clogged throat, "I -oh God- Ley, I did.. something I really shouldn't have."

"Drugs?"

"What? No!"

Her brows furrowed. "Lost your virginity when drunk?"

"No! I- well.. it was sort of like-"

"Sort of? I don't get how is that-"

"I made out with Hoseok, okay!?" You blurt out in frustration. "A lot. And if it wasn't for the call he got, I don't know if I would've stopped, and- ugh, I feel like complete crap about it!"

Silence held the air for a few beats. Your gaze remained on your clasped hands; fingers fidgeting nervously against the back of your hands. Leya let out a deep breath beside you. "Well damn, y/n." She said in surprise. "I mean- wow, how did it get to that?"

You swallowed, throat like sandpaper. "I don't know. All I remember is having a few drinks, dancing, then talking with Hoseok. Then...then he leaned in and it just happened."

"Did you.. want it to happen?"

"No! I mean- I didn't expect any of it at all. It was all an in-the-moment kind of thing."

"Y/N," Leya said. "..You have feelings for Hobi, don't you."

Your eyes rounded and heartbeat elevated. The words out of her mouth seemed much too ridiculous to even consider a fact. Only, you couldn't find it in you to really deny any of it. "That's just- no. Hoseok is my friend. And I was drunk-"

"Y/N, no one would kiss someone that they only saw as a friend, no matter how drunk they got. Trust me.."

"This is stupid." you shook your head, unbuckling your seat belt. "I really need to sleep this off." A hand wrapped around your wrist as you reached for the door handle. Leya's light eyes met yours.

"Why is it such a bad thing to realize that you've fallen for him?" She asked.

There were many reasons that came to your mind. One being that Hoseok was still, not yet, over her. But why were you even pondering over this? You haven't actually fallen for him. It was all in the heat of the moment. You didn't believe that missing the boy is what made whatever feelings you have for him, surface. It was all in the heat if the moment -that was what you needed to convince yourself of by the end of the day, and these weird feelings will vanish eventually.

"Look, I'm really tired, Ley." You sighed, opening the car door. She didn't stop you. "My hungover brain just needs some rest and this dilemma will go away."

Your cousin only pursed her lips as if she knew something you didn't. "Okay," she said. Though you knew she wasn't convinced. You were glad she didn't push it. After waving you off with a meek goodbye, you watched her car drive off from your living room window. Without even wondering about your parents, you dragged your fatigued body up to your room and curled it under your sheets. Eyes closing tight, you forced memories of Hoseok's lips out of your mind.

♦