IVORY I CANNOT DO THIS ANYMORE I LOST YOU //AGAIN// AND HAD TO PULL A FULL ON HACKER COSPLAY BY SEARCHING
IVORY I CANNOT DO THIS ANYMORE I LOST YOU //AGAIN// AND HAD TO PULL A FULL ON HACKER COSPLAY BY SEARCHING "FIRST LOVE MIN YOONGI TUMBLR" ON GOOGLE AND FINDING YOU IN A REC COMPILE BY CHANCE HOW MANY TIMES WILL I ENDURE THIS
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Yoongi x reader | 18+ | college au | tattoo artist au | angst | fluff | swearing | basketball game
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You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi
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You’ve always wondered why Yoongi has a tattoo of a basketball—well, somewhat of a basketball, on his arm. It wasn’t until Hoseok told you one day that he and Yoongi were going to play basketball at the gym on campus that it somewhat answered your question. You honestly don’t see Yoongi being a basketball player, but the tattoo must mean he does, right?
Now, however, as you watch Yoongi walk alongside Hoseok, the two wearing sweats and a hoodie, you see Yoongi bounce a basketball beside him as the two head towards the general area of the student rec that maybe he is a basketball kind of guy. As the two get further and further away, you can’t help but wonder what it would be like to see him play.
“God he is so fine.” Your gaze drifts towards a group of girls staring off into the distance where Yoongi and Hoseok are. “What I wouldn’t give to just have one night with him.”
You wonder if they’re talking about Yoongi and Hoseok, but there are plenty of other people they could be talking about. You can’t let your imagination run wild because some girls happen to be looking in the same direction as your boyfriend.
“He has a girlfriend,” one comments.
“I’ll be his next one then,” the other replies.
“Damn. Tattoos, piercing, and fine? He’s a whole package,” a third states.
Oh. They’re not talking about Yoongi. That’s a relief.
“Yoongi doesn’t have any piercings.”
…Great.
“Oh, look, it’s the guys,” Ari says, startling you. You turn to look at her as she does the same. “Scare you?” she asks.
“Yes,” you breathe, placing a hand over your chest. You can feel your heart pounding like crazy.
Ari chuckles before turning her attention back towards the guys and comments, “Looks like they’re off to play basketball, so that means you and I are off to grab some dinner.” You scan back to where Yoongi was last seen, then to where the girls were lusting over him. Both are long gone. “Did I interrupt anything?”
You shake your head. “Just thinking.” You link arms with her. “What are we eating?”
Jealousy is going to be hard to deal with.
You sit up in bed, sleep creeping its way back to your eyes, but your bladder screams louder. You push your blanket off, climbing out of bed as your eyes fight to stay open. Making your way towards the bathroom, you quietly open the door, listening for the sound of Ari stirring. Thankfully Ari is a pretty deep sleeper so she doesn’t even wake up as you slowly close the door. You flip the switch, the light blinding you as you fumble with your sweats.
When you finish, you slowly open the door, again, careful to not wake your roommate. Once you close the door, you face the sink and wash your hands. You’re ready to fall back asleep, lie in the warmth of your bed, your head resting on the pillow. As you make your way back to your bed, you hear the sound of a dorm room door opening. You grab your phone off the small night stand between your bed and door. Tapping the screen, it comes to life, the time reading just a bit after four.
Who could possibly be up this early? What would they be doing? Well, there’s a lot of things people can be doing this early, but you’d rather sleep than do anything at the crack of dawn.
Might as well see who’s the energetic soul so early. You walk up to your door, peering through the peephole, and to your utter surprise you see Yoongi standing in his doorway, eyes looking into his backpack as if he’s making sure he has everything he needs before he lets the door close. You glance back at Ari to make sure she’s still sleeping. When you see no movement, you turn back towards the door, slowly turning the handle before pulling your door open. You open the door just enough for you to step out, closing the door but not fully.
Yoongi looks at you in confusion as he lets his door close behind him. “What are you doing up?”
“I had to go to the bathroom,” you answer, sleep still evident in your tone. “I heard a door open, and got curious.” You look him up and down. He’s wearing black sweats, a black hoodie, and matching sneakers. He looks like he’s going to go for a run or something. “Why are you up so early?”
He walks up to you, pushing your hair back away from your face as he places a kiss on your forehead. “I’m heading towards the courts on campus. Hoseok and I have a game coming up tomorrow,” he replies. His kiss sends a warmth throughout your body, and suddenly you just want to be in his arms. You step forward, wrapping your arms around his waist and bury your face into his shoulder. He responds by wrapping his arms around you, holding you tightly. “You should go back inside, it’s cold out here,” he murmurs into your hair, placing another kiss where his lips lie.
You honestly don’t want to, but he’s right. You have nothing to do this early, you’re tired, and the cold air that lingers in this hall is creeping up on you. Reluctantly you step back, releasing your grip around him. You nod, Yoongi giving you one last kiss on your cheek before you turn around and twist the knob to open the door. However, the door does not open. The door is closed. You got so wrapped up in the warmth Yoongi radiates that you forgot all about the door. You didn’t grab your ID, or your phone. You’re empty handed, and shoeless.
“You locked yourself out.” It was more an observation rather than a question. You feel too embarrassed to turn around and face him, but your posture says it all to him. “You can sleep in my bed until Ari wakes up, or you can come with me.” He gives you two options, waiting patiently as you debate between both choices.
You finally turn around to face him, your cheeks clearly showing a shade of pink from your embarrassment. “I’ll go with you,” you answer, unable to meet his eyes.
He chuckles and it makes your chest flutter. “Wait a sec.” He turns around, pressing his ID to the scanner, hearing the unlocking sound before entering his dorm. You wait outside in silence, glancing every now and then down the hall to see if anyone else is an early bird. No one comes out. Yoongi’s door opens up once again, and he steps out with more things in his hands. After the door closes, he places his slippers on the ground in front of you. You put them on, watching him as he scrunches up a shirt or something before he lifts it over your head and brings it down. You realize it’s his sweater as you push your arms out and push your hair out of your face.
“Ready?” You nod in response.
The basketball court is empty in the rec center. You sit on the ground, legs crossed as the two of you are at the far end of the court. You watch him stretch, his fingers linked together as he reaches as high as he can. His hands fall back to his side and he takes a seat on the ground, bringing his legs out in front of him. He reaches forward, stretching for as long as he can.
“You have a competition tomorrow?” you finally ask, the question has been lingering on your mind since you left the dorms.
“Yup,” he grunts, sitting up straight, meeting your gaze. “Just a game against some guys. Money’s on the line, so I’m making sure I win this one.” He goes back to stretching, and for a few minutes longer, Yoongi stretches basically everything he can stretch. And soon after, he begins practicing. You’re guessing it’s because Hoseok isn’t here that Yoongi can’t do everything, but he does what he can. Making shots, missing a few. You try your best to keep up and understand his movements, but your eyes grow heavy. It’s hard to keep them open as sleep slowly creeps back up to consume you.
You want to keep awake, but the rhythmic sound of Yoongi bouncing the basketball lulls you to sleep, and you welcome it with open arms.
When you wake up, it’s to the sound of Hoseok’s overall loud and chirpy voice. Your eyes jolt open, vision adjusting to your surroundings. Looking towards entrance doors, you see Hoseok frozen, looking at you. “Sorry,” he mumbles, and you can hear Yoongi sigh. You smile tiredly at him as he makes his way towards the two of you. “What are you doing here, Y/N?”
“Got locked out of my dorm,” you reply, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
Hoseok raises his eyebrows. “Having a late night rendezvous I see.” Hoseok laughs when he sees your flustered expression. “Ari is waiting outside for me. She wanted me to ask Yoongi where you’ve been, but you can catch a ride back with her so you can sleep.” He makes his way towards Yoongi, catching the ball his roommate tosses to him.
You nod, standing to your feet. “Don’t tire yourselves out too much,” you say, giving a small wave as you make your way towards the exit. You’re halfway towards the doors when Yoongi appears by your side. You watch him, sweat glistening over his skin from his solo practice. His dark eyes search yours for a moment before he leans forward to kiss you. Your hand goes over your lips, preventing his from meeting your own. He looks at you in confusion. “I haven’t brushed my teeth,” you confess, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks.
He chuckles. “And I’m sweaty,” he replies, taking a hold of your hand that covers your lips before claiming them with his own. You’re consumed by him. His scent, his soft lips, the heat he radiates. You grab a hold of his sweater, pulling him closer to you as his hand goes to the back of your head, holding you still as he kisses you harder. Your body warms, heart races, mind a jumble as you kiss him, lips moving against one another in a heated motion that drowns you in a sea of lust.
Hoseok clearing his throat interrupts you. You break apart, hearing Yoongi sigh again when your lips are no longer on his. Your eyes open to meet his own, and he whispers, “I love you.”
Your chest flutters. “I love you, too.” Taking a few steps back, you turn around and head out the exit, making your way out the student rec and towards the parking lot where Ari will be waiting.
As you step out into the crisp morning air, you spot Ari’s car right in front of the building. The passenger window rolls down, and you can see a look of irritation written all over your best friend’s face. Walking up to the car, you open the door and begin to explain, “I accidentally locked myself out of the room.”
“How did you lock yourself out?” she questions, switching the gearshift into drive and stepping on the gas, the car lurching forward.
“...I was talking to Yoongi,” you mutter, looking out the window.
Ari is silent for a moment before she bursts out laughing. You turn towards her, watching her wipe a tear from her eye from laughing so hard. “Never expected you to forget your keys or phone over a boy.”
You can’t help but sigh. “Neither did I, but I couldn’t help it,” you defend, sinking into your seat.
“I was the same way. It sometimes happens when you’re in love.” She shrugs, taking a left turn down the street where the dorms are. After a few minutes, the car pulls to a stop in a parking spot. The two of you get out of the car and make your way up towards the stairs. As you climb the stairs, Ari adds, “Wanna go to the boy’s game tomorrow? Hoseok invited us.”
“Yeah,” you reply, watching Ari press her ID to the scanner, a beeping sound alerting before you open the door and walk down the hall with your friend towards your room.
“Cool,” she begins, entering the room with you in tow, “I was told it’s in the actual stadium, so we can watch it like we’re watching an actual game.”
“It’s in the stadium?” you ask, climbing into bed.
“Yup. Turns out one of the other players got them the spot rather than the rec center.” She makes her way towards her desk, grabbing a shopping bag that lay on top of her computer. “I’m heading to the store to return this. Go back to sleep. I’ll wake you when it’s time for lunch,” she tells you, waving bye as she walks out the room, leaving you alone to sleep.
The next day you’re at the university stadium, eyes wide in shock at how many people showed up to a game that is basically a bet between people. Everyone is scattered around on the bleachers, talking amongst themselves as they wait for the game to start.
“Who do you think is going to win?” someone asks from behind you.
The person being asked is quiet for a moment before answering, “I don’t know. Ez is on the school’s basketball team, but I’ve seen Yoongi play and he’s hard to beat.”
“Hoseok is on the team, too,” Ari mumbles, crossing her arms over her chest as she stares out onto the court. You let out a small chuckle, placing a hand on Ari’s arm in an attempt to comfort her.
“Let’s make a bet,” one of them says, but they’re cut out by the cheering erupting throughout the stadium. You look ahead to see two guys entering the stadium, and as they get closer, you don’t recognize them at all.
“Boo,” Ari half yells. “Fuck that guy on the right.” She points to the guy with blond hair. He’s wearing an orange tank top with black basketball shorts. His friend is wearing the same. They look at the crowd, waving as if they are famous. They carry a smug demeanor, and you don’t like it.
But the crowd cheers louder when Yoongi and Hoseok enter. Hoseok waves happily at the crowd while Yoongi pays none of them any attention. And when you look back towards the other two, you can see a look of angry jealousy written all over their faces. You can’t help but smile at their expression. Hoseok and Yoongi make their way towards your side, the two lost in their conversation. On the ground, Yoongi places his towel, keys, and other belongings on the floor, muttering something to Hoseok that is too low to hear over the crowd. You and Ari lean over the railing, looking down at the two.
“Kick their asses, guys,” Ari yells, catching the boy’s attention. Both of them look up, Hoseok beaming at the sight of his girlfriend. “I’m down to see you throw a punch or two,” she adds, and Hoseok laughs.
Your eyes meet Yoongi’s, the butterflies erupting when he gives you a small smile. “Don’t hurt yourself,” you tell him, and he nods, bumping the back of his hand against Hoseok’s shoulder. The two turn their attention back towards the court where the other two wait.
And so the game begins.
With the way both teams acted towards one another, it’s like they hate each other. Ari saying she didn’t like the blond, is like adding to what Hoseok and Yoongi aren’t saying. But you can see it in the way they play, the way they look at one another. When the ball is tossed to the other teammate, the opposing team would practically throw their bodies against them, sometimes causing them to fall or lose the ball. The crowd is a mix, some cheering while others boo at each play being made.
You’d cheer every time Hoseok or Yoongi would make a shot, and boo every time the other team scored. You honestly don’t know much, but you learn from what Ari tells you, and whenever she yells in excitement or anger. Might be best to learn about it since Yoongi is into it.
“Holy shit,” Ari begins as the opposing team scores, “we’re tied, so whoever gets two more points than the other team wins the game. They’re both at eighteen points.”
You watch in anticipation. The blond has the ball, bouncing it in front of Yoongi, looking as if he’s trying to figure out his next move. He fakes left and jerks to his right, going around Yoongi. He runs towards the hoop, and as he throws it, Hoseok leaps into the air, hitting the ball over the other team’s head and into Yoongi’s hands. Yoongi spins on his heels, dribbling the ball back down the court to his net.
To your dismay, Yoongi’s opponent is right on his heels, getting in front of Yoongi to block him from getting any closer to the net. Yoongi dribbles the ball in place while Hoseok holds off the other teammate. The two stare at one another for a moment, the crowd cheering as loud as ever for someone to make a move. Your heart is racing as you watch Yoongi, you can’t see his expression, but you can see from his body language that he’s thinking of his next move. And within a few seconds, Yoongi takes two steps back, within the two point range, raises the ball in the air, and tosses it. You watch the ball fly through the air before it swooshes through the net. And the entire room cheers.
You clap, cheering with everyone else as you watch Hoseok and Yoongi high five each other. The two face the other team, watching each other for a moment before the blond’s friend makes his way towards his bag against the far right side of the court. He digs in it for a moment before making his way back towards the three, handing Hoseok something you can’t see. Words are exchanged before Hoseok and Yoongi are making their way back towards their belongings.
Hoseok sprints, jumping on the wall to boost himself up, and grab the rails, lifting himself up to meet the two of you. Ari gives him a quick kiss before you give him a high five. “You two kicked ass out there,” Ari comments, grinning at her boyfriend, who returns the grin.
Yoongi appears next to Hoseok as you agree with Ari. “Yeah, you two did amazing out there.”
Hoseok thanks you and continues, but you don’t hear him anymore. What you hear is the familiar sound of a group of girls. The same group of girls who were talking about Yoongi a few days ago. You’re not sure why you can recognize their voices even though you’ve only heard them once, but you know it’s them.
“Oh my God he looks so hot all sweaty, “ one of them says.
“The things I’d let him do to me.”
“Girl, girlfriend or not, you should totally ask him out.”
“You think?” she asks.
“Uh, yeah. Didn’t you say “girlfriend or not”? I mean, if you don’t I will—”
One of the girls gasps. “He’s looking at us.”
Your eyes shoot towards Yoongi only to see him looking at you rather than the girls. The two of you stare at each other for a moment before he climbs over the rails. You step back, making room for him to climb over. Once he’s over, he cups your cheeks, bringing you closer towards him. You comply, letting him lead as he presses his lips to yours.
The way he kisses you is just like he did yesterday in the rec center. He brings out all the butterflies and warmth, and just like that, the rest of the world around you goes silent. All of a sudden the jealousy of those girls disappear, and the realization that Yoongi is yours washes over you. The two of you had been through a lot. You know he’d never do something like that.
Jealousy is a crazy thing to deal with.
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