Im Literally Going To Burst Into Flames From How Cute This Fic Is!!! Yoongi Is So Caring For Oc And Oc

i’m literally going to burst into flames from how cute this fic is!!! yoongi is so caring for oc and oc is just a cutie patootie 🥹💓

Interlude | MYG | Four

Pair: Idol!Yoongi x Deaf!reader

Summary: All Yoongi wanted was to use the last few months before enlisting to work on his solo projects, prepare for his tour. When the silence left around him as his members started to go one by one got too loud, he needed to find something else to fill in the void. But Yoongi would never have guessed that it would come in the form of you… Someone he would never expect to fall in love with.

Chapter warnings: The angst is angsting and the slow burn is burning. 

A/N: Phrases in italic during the dialogs mean the character is using sign language!  

 WC: 4.4K

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Your Tuesday had been a little bit hectic as the whole day was filled with customers coming in and out, ordering coffee and pastries from the selection you had spread. So much so that Miss Naru had asked Mina, the nice girl who worked the morning shift, to stay a couple more hours to help the two of you. 

Not only was it Valentine’s day, which meant all of the heart-shaped biscuits you baked sold like water, there was apparently a big announcement coming out, from one of HYBE’s most popular idols. Mina practically squealed as she got the notification on her phone, voice traveling so high pitched that it reached your bones. 

This Agust D guy was apparently going on tour in a few months, with dates in America and other places in Asia, and Mina was mumbling something about having to sign up for earlier access to tickets with some kind of membership from the military. 

You had next to no idea of what she was talking about, much more interested in watching the communal tip jar getting filled up as patrons were in a good mood while celebrating the holiday. 

There were so many happy girls with flowers under their arms, boys with small bear plushies, and even a CEO seemed to be ordering a gift basket for his wife, and another one for his mistress. At least that's what Miss Naru mouthed to you as she was scandalized upon hearing the man place the orders on his phone. 

You always loved Valentine’s day, having the fondest memories of your father buying you and Yeji a chocolate box for you to share. You had never celebrated it with a significant other, given the fact you never actually had a boyfriend, but you liked the decorations and the pastel colors and the heart-shaped things. 

One might say it was a purely capitalist holiday created to make single people feel lonely and to have couples spending money, but you never cared much about that. 

The weather, however, didn’t seem to agree with the mood you were in, as heavy clouds covered the sky and snow had been falling nonstop outside. It was so bad that it started to get dark around four thirty in the afternoon and schools were closing early. 

“Are you sure you don’t mind closing up by yourself, dear?” Miss Naru checked in with you once more. You shook your head to assure her it was fine and she continued: “If you see no one else is coming in, feel free to go home earlier, too, okay? Get home safe!”

You held your hand up, with your pinky and thumb stretched while your three middle fingers were down and against your palm, shaking your hand from side to side to say ‘you too’. 

Miss Naru had to go pick up her grandson from school, which is why she was leaving early and you were closing the coffee shop on your own for the first time. You were a little nervous about taking the bus home in case the snowstorm really hit, but your supervisor was entrusting you with the responsibility. 

You had already checked that your sister was also able to leave work early to pick up Ari and both of them were already on the way home, so that worked as a silver lining. 

Mina had been gone for a few hours at this point, so it was only you on the empty floor. The glass walls used to bring you a lot of comfort as you enjoyed looking at the blue skies on sunny days, but the darkness surrounding you made you feel uneasy. 

You started wiping the counters and the coffee machines, getting ready to close up in case no one else showed up and you could go home early. All of the chairs and tables were already set in their original position and–

The heavy thumping under your hands as you wiped the counter made you jump and look behind you, where an annoyed man in a suit was hitting the wood top to get your attention. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat and the embarrassment at the pit of your stomach as you walked back to the till, an apologetic smile as you bowed. You were already grabbing for your phone to pull up the speech-to-text feature as you didn’t want to risk upsetting the customer even more. 

“Fucking finally, if you’re this slow while there’s no one else around I don’t want to know what happens when there’s actually people waiting.” you read on the screen of your phone, heart rate picking up uncomfortably in your chest as your palms ran clammy. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

Your eyes found the man’s flushed face as you bit the inside of your bottom lip. It felt like you just swallowed a cotton ball, hands trembling as you had to look at his dried lips to read what he was saying. 

But it was the movement behind the man that really had your stomach turning with nausea, as the last person you wanted to see right now was just walking between the nearest tables. 

At any other time you’d be happy to see Yoongi, excited even. Your heart did skip a beat each time you saw his kind eyes and smile full of gums, but not right now. Right now, as this businessman was being rude to you, clearly yelling at your lack of response, you were so anxious that you didn’t know what to do. 

It felt like your chest was being squeezed tight, mouth opening and closing as not a single sound came out. You could tell the man had repeated his order a couple of times already and you were yet to type anything. 

You weren't the best at dealing with stressful situations, being put on the spot made you freeze and it hurt you all the more that Yoongi was seeing you like this. What would he think of you? 

Your brain immediately went into overthinking mode, coming up with every worst-case scenario it possibly could. Would Yoongi turn around and pretend he never came here in the first place? Would he stop coming altogether after watching this scene unfold? Would he laugh at your face, calling you weird? 

“Hello?!" the man snapped his fingers in front of your face. "What’s your problem? Are you deaf of something?" 

You really wished you hadn't looked at the man in time to see him saying that as tears pricked at your eyes. 

"What the fuck is your problem?" Yoongi was walking fast, putting himself in between you and the angry man. 

His back was to you, so you couldn’t really read his lips and see what the two of them were saying, but you did look at your phone, reading the jumbled mess of words being typed out automatically as the app picked up on words and phrases. 

Who the fuck are you

Doesn’t matter who the fuck I am the stand is obviously closed and you’re being a jerk to the worker 

Well she should have said something then not just stand there looking pathetic

I’m going to need you to take a step back and leave

Or what

You don’t want to find out

You locked your phone as you didn’t want to read that conversation anymore. You hated that Yoongi had to get involved, you had no idea who this man was and if he could get in trouble for defending you. Would you get in trouble? Could that guy get you fired? 

You really liked working here, you liked Mina and you likes Miss Naru and the pay was good, and it was a safer space then being out there–

A touch on your arm made you flinch, but before Yoongi could pull back and go too far, you reached for his arm in pure instinct, holding onto his wrist. When you looked up, the man was walking away, stomping his foot like a scolded child. A flash of adrenaline coursed through you like a shock wave and your knees faltered, but Yoongi’s hold on your arm was grounding and warm. 

“You okay?” signing with one hand was tricky, but you knew what he meant. 

You nodded your head. 

This guy wasn’t the first rude person you ever encountered and he wouldn’t be the last. There was no way for him to guess your condition, you didn’t have any physical tellings, and you didn’t wear the damn pin that said you had a hearing disability that you were given when you started working here. 

It felt separating more than inclusive, so you opted to not wear it, but maybe you should start. 

So you didn’t blame the guy for his outburst, nor his mean words, really. But it didn’t mean you weren’t hurt, it didn’t mean you weren’t scared, it didn’t mean you weren’t reminded of a bad time in your life where those kinds of encounters escalated. 

“I’m sorry you had to see that and get involved.” you told Yoongi as you let go of his wrist, albeit reluctantly, to be able to sign. “Do you know that man? Are you, like… In trouble now?” 

“Don’t worry, that guy was just a visitor. If anything, I could get him in trouble. I have enough power to make sure he never steps foot into the building again.” Yoongi told you as his lips moved and his hands made the perfect gestures, which caused a small smile to bloom on your lips. “What?” 

“That’s the longest you ever signed.” you pointed out as that giddy feeling started making its way back and your breathing slowly leveled. “And you got everything right.” 

“Are you proud?” the man smiled in that gorgeous way of his, pink lips pulling on the corner with a little smirk. 

“Very.” your smile was a little more genuine as you let out a heavy exhale, emptying your lungs and pulling more air in. “Can I get you anything? We’re not actually closed.”  

“No, I didn’t come here for coffee, I came here for you.” 

Did Yoongi have any idea what he did to you? You really hoped not, you weren’t quite ready to face your own crush on the man just yet. But it was impossible not to feel something for him when he kept coming back to see you day after day, sometimes he didn’t even order a drink! 

More often than not, Yoongi had been showing up during your lunch breaks and that’s when you really got to talk. You were slowly getting to know each other and Yoongi’s company was one you could easily get used to. In fact, you missed it whenever he didn’t show up. 

You kept wondering if he’d ever ask for your number. And if he didn’t, would it be okay for you to do so? 

You pointed to yourself with eyebrows slightly lifted and he nodded. 

“It’s about to snow a lot and I wasn’t sure you had a safe way to get home?” Yoongi explained, scratching the back of his head as he fiddled with the black beanie covering his hair; some of it still escaped underneath. 

“I’ll just take the bus.” you signed and waved the air, not wanting to worry him too much. “I think I’ll just close it off for the night, I don’t think anybody else is coming.” 

“Okay, yeah.” Yoongi nodded, but before you could say goodbye to him, he continued: “Will you let me drive you home?”

Your eyebrows moved as the offering surprised you a lot. You spent a lot of time over the past few weeks watching Yoongi, having to look at his face in order to properly communicate with him, read his lips and his expression to learn how to tell what he was feeling. You weren’t an expert on his social cues by any means, but you did pick up on the nervous movement of his almond eyes, how his bottom lip was a little more red than pink, as if he had been nibbling on it. 

Yoongi was nervous. As if offering you something so simple took great courage. 

And being in a car with Yoongi for a little while definitely beats taking the cramped bus and walking the few blocks to reach your home in the snow. So you said yes. 

The man was patient as he watched you finish closing up the shop and even helped you lock everything up. He stayed at the lounge area as you quickly made it into the staff locker room behind a PERSONNEL ONLY door where you changed your apron for your winter coat and picked your purse. 

You washed your face, re-applied a little spritz of your perfume and added your favorite clear gloss to your lips; hoping Yoongi wouldn’t think you were trying too hard. He was just giving you a ride because he was a decent human being and you had somewhat of a friendship going on, so maybe he just didn’t want you to die after slipping on fresh snow. 

Still, looking a little more put together and a little less I’m-just-out-of-an-eight-hour-shift couldn’t hurt anybody. 

When you met Yoongi again, he was just locking his phone and getting up as he signed: 

“I left my notebook in my studio. Do you mind if we stop there so I can pick it up?” 

“I’m allowed in your studio?!” you asked, too excitedly, making him smile. 

“Do you want to visit my studio?” his question was amused and you were already nodding. 

“You see my workspace all the time, it’s only fair I get to see yours.” 

Yoongi was chuckling and you couldn’t hear what it sounded like, but if you had to guess, you’d say it must sound smooth as chocolate, but with a raspiness to it that would absolutely melt you into a puddle. 

The man guided the way to the elevator, down to the sixth floor and through a dark hallway with warm lights that lit up with movement. The deeper you walked, the more art pieces you saw at every corner. All of the studios you walked by were seemingly deserted and Yoongi stopped in front of the one called ‘Genius Lab 2.0’. 

A mat of a cat flipping people off was right at the front of the door, where Yoongi left his shoes. You did the same, slipping out of your snickers, before following him inside. As he turned the lights on to bathe the space in warm lighting with neon at the edges, you took off your winter coat as the small room was clearly already too hot. 

The first thing you noticed –it was kinda hard not to– was the big rug covering almost the whole floor, with bold letters spelling ‘KEEP OFF’, which wasn’t the most welcoming, so you just stood by the entrance awkwardly until Yoongi called you deeper. 

The second thing you noticed was how the two of you were from completely different worlds. Right at the back of the room was a table filled with computer screens and speakers of different sizes, a black guitar was stuck to the wall and two electronic pianos were next to the opposite wall. All instruments and devices that would be more than useless to you. 

Yoongi was looking at you expectantly, nibbling on his bottom lip, and with how passionate you already knew he was about his work, you could only guess he was very proud of his set up. Even though you didn’t know what half of the things inside this studio were for, you did feel lucky to even be standing there, in his space. 

For the first time in your weirdly blossoming friendship, you were seeing more of Yoongi. He invited you into his safe space, where he spent the most hours of his day. And you could see little parts of him everywhere, alongside the new details you had yet to find out. 

The little hair bands on top of his desk were something you were used to seeing around his wrist. His black notebook and pen were also familiar, as more often than not, Yoongi would bring them up to the café and just sit quietly in a corner while you worked, scribbling down ideas and what you assumed could become lyrics for songs. 

But the autographed basketball was new. As was the light up plaque with the word SUGA. 

“This is very impressive.” you told him with a smile, draping your coat on the arm of the light colored couch so you could use your hands. “What’s SUGA?” 

“Suga is my stage name.” Yoongi told you sheepishly. 

“Because you’re sweet?” you had to hold your ground in the somewhat flirty line, you couldn’t exactly look away from him when you needed to read his answer, but your cheeks were warm and your heart skipped a beat. 

Yoongi laughed then, head tilting to the side as he watched you back. “Because I used to play as a shooting guard back in high school.” 

“Oh.” you sighed, warmth spreading down your neck for your little mistake and, mostly, for the way Yoongi’s tongue poked between his lips. “Do you still play?” 

“For fun, yeah. We have a hoop in our dance practice room.” he told you with a nod. “I can take you to see it sometime, too. I think Jiminie is the one using it the most these days.” 

“Park Jimin?” you spelled the name using the alphabet of sign language and Yoongi made a funny face with furrowed brows. 

“You know Jimin, but you don’t know me?” he asked, arms crossed to his chest, and you felt tiny. 

“My niece likes him a lot.” you explained sheepishly. “She has a few of those yellow dog plushies?” 

“Does she happen to have one that looks like a cookie?” Yoongi wanted to know and you had no idea if it was supposed to mean something else. 

“Not really… She has a blue koala and a pink bunny?” 

You shrugged and Yoongi laughed harder; you really didn’t understand what was so funny, but neither of you stayed on that subject for long. Yoongi took a seat on the wide bench next to his keyboard, looking at the instrument behind it, then back at you. 

“Come sit?” the man invited you, turning with his legs and facing the keys. 

“I haven’t touched one in over ten years.” you told him with a little sigh after you sat down on the bench with him. 

Yoongi was so close that you could feel his warmth as your thighs were pressed together so you could both fit on the small bench, his perfume was kissing your nose and you wished to commit it to memory. 

“Do you want to?” he turned to you slightly so you could read his moving lips. 

“No, no, I don’t remember anything–” you shook your head and waved your hands.

“You don’t have to do anything.” 

You watched as Yoongi turned the keyboard on, heart squeezing a little in your chest as you didn’t know what Yoongi was doing. If he made you play, you wouldn’t know what to do. You were starting to feel a little anxious, suddenly being put on the spot like this. Yoongi must have noticed your uneasiness as he bit his bottom lip. 

“The first song I learned to play was the Happy Birthday song.” he spoke quietly, carefully. “I don’t think I’d ever forget how to play it.” 

“It was the first I learned, too.” your hands rested on your lap after you were done speaking, fingers locking together as if it took you great strength to not reach for the keys yourself. 

“Want me to play it for you?” 

The way Yoongi asked wasn’t belittling, he wasn’t offering to do you a favor. He was genuinely wondering if watching him play would be something you were interested in. So you nodded, and your heart wasn’t heavy at the prospects of watching someone else do something you once loved. 

And watching Yoongi play the piano was an experience. 

Half of the time you spent with him, you were staring at either his hands or his lips, but you had never seen his fingers work like this. They were pale and long, a little thin and knobby, but that was surprisingly attractive to you. His nails were trimmed and clean, which was more than you could say for most of the patrons you handed coffee to all day. 

You could tell he was skilled, Yoongi most likely knew how to play a lot more advanced songs than Happy Birthday. But he still played slow, repeating it a couple more times to make sure you knew which notes he was playing at each press. 

And you could hear it. 

Not with your ears, those you only used for wearing funky earrings nowadays. But you remembered what each note and what each key was supposed to sound like, so as Yoongi pressed down on them, you heard it in your mind. 

Gently, you placed a hand on the keyboard, near the edge, and felt the vibrations of the notes, matching the rhythm you were following in your head. As Yoongi played the song once more, you followed his fingers attentively and pressed the two last notes of it yourself. 

You had no way of knowing if you were on key, if you were too rushed or too slow, but the way Yoongi was smiling at you, with pride and gentle happiness etched onto his beautiful face, you chose to believe you got it right. 

“Help me?” he offered, removing one of his hands from the white keys of the electronic keyboard. “You can do the second part.” 

“Not sure if I can–” the thought of actually playing more than two notes, when all you had to guide you were the vibrations under your fingertips and Yoongi’s lead was more than a little overwhelming. 

“Just try. For me?” 

At that moment you realized that you’d try anything if Yoongi asked you to. Despite the nagging voices in your head telling you he would make fun of you if you got it wrong, you nodded and positioned your fingers on top of the keys. 

Yoongi gently moved your fingers into the right position and teeny tiny waves of electricity prickled your skin where he touched you. You wondered if he could feel it too. 

He counted you off with the tap of his foot on the floor, enough for you to feel it under your socked feet and started playing the first half of the simple song. Yoongi was looking at you and at the little nod of his head that you caught at the corner of your eye, you played your half of it. 

You didn’t make it all the way to the end as you could tell you got something wrong along the way, so you cringed and stopped. Yoongi wasn’t judging you, however, only started again with that softness you knew you could expect from him. 

He did it two more times and on the third you got it right. 

You knew it was right because Yoongi absolutely beamed, pink gums fully out above a row of perfectly white teeth. You felt yourself giggling, proud of yourself for getting it right, happy for giving it a try and more than a little giddy about the man’s reactions and support. 

“Very good job.” Yoongi signed and turned the keyboard off. “Next time we can do Beethoven’s fifth symphony.” 

That had you laughing out loud, an actual laugh that you felt on your stomach and that raked through your body. It came out so naturally that you didn’t even have time to stop it, face flushing instantly. But Yoongi was laughing along, so it was okay. 

Everything was always okay with Yoongi. 

The buzzing on your right wrist and the flashing of the screen made you jump as you weren’t expecting it. You took a look at it and then faced both sides as you searched for your bag, too flushed to remember you left it on the couch. 

“Sorry, that’s my sister.” you explained to Yoongi as he watched you amusedly. “My watch buzzes when I get a notification, so I know to check my phone.”

“That’s smart.” 

You turned away from him to get up from the bench and reach for your bag, rummaging through it to fetch your phone. Your battery was almost over, you noticed with a frown, and you had a few texts from Yeji asking where you were. 

“Is everything okay?” Yoongi checked, standing up.

“Yeah, she’s just wondering where I am.” you explained with a nibble to the inside of your cheek. “I forgot to let her know you’re giving me a ride instead of me taking the bus, so I guess she worried I’m a little late.” 

“I kept you too long, huh?” he didn’t really look sorry as he continued: “I hope I wasn’t in the way of any valentine’s day plans?”

Ignoring your own heating cheeks, you finished typing a reply to your sister and answered: “No plans. Well, not besides baking with my niece but we did that last night.” at the mention of the baking, you remembered: “Oh, I have something for you.”

“For me?”

You sat on the couch so you could balance your purse on your lap, feeling around for the small plastic bag. The heart shaped cookie covered in pink frosting and sprinkles had survived quite well as you pulled it out. It was individually wrapped and had a small bow keeping it tied. 

“Uh, I made it to sell at the shop, but I saved you one.” you told him, stretching your arm to hand him the cookie. 

“Thank you, it looks really cute.” Yoongi accepted the treat with both hands, a smile and half a bow. 

“You can give it to your girlfriend for valentine’s day.” 

Were you fishing to find out if Yoongi had a girlfriend? Absolutely. Did he know that’s what you were doing? Most likely. He still had that little side smirk as he eased your worries:  

“I’m single, so. I’ll be eating this myself, thank you very much.” he smiled, picking up the notebook he came back for. “Shall we get you home?” 

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Interlude | MYG | One

Pair: Idol!Yoongi x Deaf!reader

Summary: All Yoongi wanted was to use the last few months before enlisting to work on his solo projects, prepare for his tour. When the silence left around him as his members started to go one by one got too loud, he needed to find something else to fill in the void. But Yoongi would never have guessed that it would come in the form of you… Someone he would never expect to fall in love with.

Chapter warnings: Welcome to Yoongi’s interlude. Check out the general warnings in the series masterlist if you haven't yet. 

 WC: 2.3K

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Min Yoongi was in a slump.

A bumpy, annoying, creative slump. It happened to every artist at some point in their careers, he was sure. Namjoon had gone through it about two years ago. Hoseok did, too, at some point before Jack In The Box took shape. Yoongi’s turn was about to catch up to him, no matter how much ARMY said he was a genius and all that.

Yoongi just didn't want his creative block to happen now. 

With his impending military enlistment just around the corner, his time frame was very limited. The window he had to put out his first official solo album was slim as it was, and he just didn't seem to have any inspiration lately. 

His lyrics were good, yes, but they didn't resonate with him lately, it seemed. And if Yoongi couldn’t relate to them, how could he expect anybody else to? 

After so many years of writing lyrics for others, and writing for BTS, had he lost who he was as an artist? Had he lost his identity? Did he become too soft for Agust D? Were Suga and Yoongi even separate entities at this point? 

Yoongi was facing his very own interlude. A time of pause. The space between two acts. He could appreciate the poetics behind it, however aggravating it might be. 

Sitting slumped in his desk, staring at the song he was trying to work on, absolutely wasn’t helping. He needed to stretch his legs, look at something else that wasn’t his carefully picked decor for Genius Lab 2.0. And he needed a drink. 

Maybe it was too early for the drink he actually wanted, but coffee would have to do. 

Yoongi picked up his outer jacket, thick enough to keep him warm on this January afternoon, and fixed his beanie low on his head. He reached for the crumpled face mask inside the pocket of the jacket and tugged it on his ears, leaving it down on his chin until he had to leave the building. 

The pandemic was well on its way of being over, but wearing a mask to cover their faces was always a common occurrence when it came to idols, especially when they had to do mundane things and didn’t want to draw too much attention towards themselves. 

And going across the street from HYBE, to the coffee shop Yoongi and other idols from the company were known to appear in, was too risky for him not to cover at least half of his face. 

It was definitely weird to leave his studio and walk the hallway to the elevator, where both sides of it were packed with art pieces that belonged to Namjoon, and walk by the studios that belonged to his members to find them empty. Now that everyone was doing their own thing, it was rare whenever they were together in the same place. 

Yoongi was definitely one to enjoy his quiet time, the silence and the opportunity to be his own self after almost thirteen years of being in a group. He had been the first one to get excited about moving out of the dorm and officially move into his own apartment. 

He just didn’t count on how lonely it would be. 

Yoongi never thought he'd miss Seokjin’s yells as he played video games at odd hours, or Taehyung’s pouting as he asked Yoongi to cook him something, or the needy moments of Jimin when the younger man invaded his personal space just because. 

It was definitely a bittersweet feeling that, most days, sat heavy on his chest. Like an itch he couldn’t quite scratch. 

Once the elevator arrived, Yoongi pulled out his phone from his pocket to place his coffee order online; a perk from this particular shop, so he could pay for everything on the app and his drink would already be made and waiting for him to pick it up. 

As the lift moved down, with the robotic voice telling him the time and weather, his stomach panged in disappointment as a warning message popped up as he opened the app:

⚠️Dear customers, we are closed until February 1st. We are currently under construction to better serve you! We are sorry for the inconvenience and hope to see you soon. 

The warning was less than ideal as now he was craving the coffee fix. Begrudgingly, Yoongi stared at the digital panel on the wall of the elevator, with the numbers and information about what each floor of the building held. 

4F Makeup & Wardrobe 

5F Dance Studios 

6F Music Studios 

7F Storage

8F Staff Lounge 

9F to 16F Office 

17F HYBE Coffee Lounge 

Yoongi had never been to the newly inaugurated coffee shop that HYBE installed on the seventeenth floor, but he heard from one of the TXT dongsaengs that the coffee was decent and the baked goods were tasty. He didn’t know what to expect from it, not really sure the music company had enough expertise to open their own café, but he might as well give it a try. 

The whole floor was really empty as he left the elevator on the seventeenth floor, quiet even, which he appreciated. Yoongi might be feeling lonely most of the time, but that’s because he missed his members, not people, as the deeply rooted introvert that he was. The natural lighting coming from the big floor-to-ceiling walls surrounding the space was welcoming and warm, not at all representing the snow covering the streets so many floors below. 

Light wood table and chair sets were spread around, lounge areas with sofas and armchairs all in the same dark gray color that made up most of HYBE’s architecture. Right at the back, was a square coffee stand that wasn’t big at all, taking away the industrial or mainstream aesthetic he was expecting to find. 

In the middle of it, stood only one person. A girl, maybe a couple years younger than him, not by much. It shocked Yoongi that someone so young and, frankly, so pretty, would have been hired by HYBE to work in their building. As much as the rumors circulating around the internet weren’t exactly true –like the myth that women had to be married and of a certain age to work there– this girl wasn’t exactly the type Yoongi was used to seeing around in the company. 

You weren’t the obvious kind of pretty, not like the idols he was accustomed to interacting with. You didn’t have any makeup on, no designer clothes. But the more he watched you –like a creep–, he noticed little things that made you stand out. Like the smartwatch on your right wrist; gray band with doodles done with a sharpie. Or the peach earrings on your ears that reminded him of the jelly candy type Jungkook was always munching on after a particularly draining dieting period. 

You were wearing the ‘we believe in music’ HYBE uniform shirt that was complimentary for the artists and staff, jeans, and had your hair up in a neat bun at the top of your head. Your gaze was cast down as you wrote something down onto a notebook, so you only noticed Yoongi once he was quite near. 

“Hi.” he greeted, albeit a little awkward as your big, almost round eyes stared up at him. Not in recognition, not as if you were a fan, but as if you weren’t expecting a customer to show up. And, with how quiet and empty the rest of the floor was, he didn’t blame you. “One iced americano to go, please.” 

You answered him with a smile and a small nod, typing his order out on the register. The price for it showed up on the little screen facing him and Yoongi pulled out his credit card from his wallet to tap against it and the small beep let him know it went through. 

“Oh, wait–” he hushed, the face mask slipping from his chin to cover his lips with the movement. “Can you make it a decaf?” 

You offered him a new smile before turning your back to him and Yoongi wasn’t sure if he should sit down and wait or just stand there and strike up a conversation to make things less awkward. 

He was never really good at the aimless chat, but he could do it to save his life in case you turned around to ask him something. Like ‘the weather is quite chilly today, huh?’ or ‘do you think the snow will hold up?’.

But Yoongi was an observer. He liked to think of himself as someone who noticed things others didn't. So it was only natural for him to watch you make his coffee. If anything, he was making sure you got it right.

He liked the way your hair moved as you shifted around inside your little box, as it was precariously tied up by a blue scrunchie, the way your slender fingers pressed the buttons on the espresso machine, or how you were delicate in the way you put the grounded coffee beans into the powder bowl, neatly pressing it until smooth. 

Yoongi must be staring so much that you turned around to look at him over your shoulder. Your eyes were very expressive, he came to find out, avoiding your curious gaze as he looked down at the display of baked goods behind the glass counter. 

The man doubted that any of the cakes, pastries, cookies and small sandwiches were really made inside the barely-a-coffee-shop-coffee-stand, as he couldn’t see much more than a tiny oven to heat up the food before serving, but they really did look good. 

His gaze was brought back to you only when you placed the plastic cup with the coffee in front of Yoongi, with a plastic straw still on the wrapping laid on top of it. 

“Thanks.” 

Yoongi bowed his head to you as he teared through the wrapping on the straw and poked it into the lid, pulling his mask down to take the first refreshing sip as he turned around to leave. But as soon as the drink reached his tongue, he stopped. 

This was full caffeine, not the decaf he asked for. You've gotten his order wrong, but how hard could that be? There were only two of you there, so if this is how you worked on slower times, Yoongi would most definitely not come back during the rush hour. 

“Hey, uh, I don't think this is decaf.” he didn’t want to seem rude as he turned back to you, but you could probably tell his tone was annoyed. 

Your eyes widened slightly and your gloss covered lips formed a cute 'o' that almost made him say thanks again and just keep the wrong coffee. 

But then you held up your right hand, pointer finger and thumb connecting to form a circle, touching your forehead, then bringing your hand down to a chopping motion over the back of your left hand.

Sorry. 

You were using sign language. 

And you didn't give Yoongi time to react, gently prying the coffee from his hands to make another one. 

Well, Yoongi felt like an ass. Looking at you now, and the fact that you didn’t utter a single word or make a single sound after his arrival, or the way you didn't even flinch at the noises the espresso machine was making, should tell him what your problem was.

Not that deafness or mutism were problems! Obviously you didn't let it stop you from functioning like a normal person! You had a job. You were out and about– because you were a normal person. Obviously!

Get a grip, Yoongi, he internally cursed himself.   

The idol couldn't remember when another person made him this flustered, ever. His cheeks were warm and probably as pink as cotton candy. No one had ever knocked down his walls like this. But then again, you didn't knock down his walls, Yoongi bumped into them and, like a stack of cards, they came tumbling down in the midst of his embarrassment. 

You were way done with the new coffee by the time Yoongi began to control his awkwardness, debating if he should apologize to you. He didn’t remember much of sign language, really, but he did know the basics. 

One of his aunts on his mother’s side was born deaf, so all his life he had contact with the woman, and he grew up to learn how to communicate with her. But being away from home for so long, living in Seoul since he was only seventeen made him more than a little rusty. 

Yoongi kind of remembered how to say ‘thank you’, but you weren’t looking at him as you handed him the new coffee. You picked up a post-it note and the pen you were using to write on your notebook, and you scribbled down a note: 

‘I’m really sorry. Masks make it hard to read lips. But I’ll remember it for next time! :)’ 

Having learned his lesson, Yoongi pulled his face mask off all the way and shoved it in his pocket before saying: “It’s okay, really. No big deal. Thank you for the, uh– new coffee.” 

At least the fact that you couldn’t hear made it so you didn’t catch the wavering of his voice, or the slight awkwardness he couldn’t completely send away. He didn’t think you could ever hear the fast thumping of his heart even if you could, but it was an extra safety net that he relied on. 

You gave him a thumbs up in return and a soft smile, one that was too sweet for this world. Too sweet for him to handle. 

Yoongi’s encounter with you stayed in his head even after he was back in his studio, the americano almost over, the ice rattling inside the coffee cup each time he took a sip. 

He couldn’t really explain the clenching in his chest as he thought of you, or the fact that you kept coming back to the forefront of his mind as he tried to get back to work. Yoongi didn’t think he pitied you, but he couldn’t help but think of how sad life must be, without music to fill it. Yoongi couldn’t live without music, he’d rather stop existing. 

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Interlude | MYG | Five

Pair: Idol!Yoongi x Deaf!reader

Summary: All Yoongi wanted was to use the last few months before enlisting to work on his solo projects, prepare for his tour. When the silence left around him as his members started to go one by one got too loud, he needed to find something else to fill in the void. But Yoongi would never have guessed that it would come in the form of you… Someone he would never expect to fall in love with.

Chapter warnings: Slow burn? Don’t know her…………………  

A/N: Phrases in italic during the dialogs mean the character is using sign language!  

 WC: 10K (I KNOW)

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For the last few days Yoongi had been busy preparing for his solo tour, so he didn’t really have the time to pop in to see you. It had just been announced last week and it felt like so much still needed to be done! Yoongi was about to start rehearsing as the setlist had already been decided on, but there were little details that were still giving him a hard time. 

Mainly technical stuff that the idol himself didn’t have any control over but, being the perfectionist that he was, Yoongi wanted to be involved in the whole process. It was definitely a different kind of experience, as he was about to be on the road on his own, without his members to support him; without Jungkook to share fried chicken and beer, without Namjoon’s lead to make sure he was where he needed to be, when he needed to be, without Seokjin making sure he was eating every meal. At least Jimin promised to visit him and come out to support him during a concert or two, but it wouldn’t be the same. 

And the more the days passed without contact with you, the more Yoongi realized he was already used to your presence. He found himself craving your tiny giggles when you couldn’t hold back, the pout that formed on your lips easily, and just your overall sweetness that never ceased to amaze him. 

For someone who had obviously been through so much, you didn’t let the world harden you, you didn’t let what happened to you dim your light or turn you into a bitter person. 

Yoongi missed you. And he had no way of contacting you. 

That’s when he realized just how much easier communicating with you would be if he had your phone number. That way, he could check in on you even during his busiest schedules, maybe even when he had to go away to America for the first dates of the D-DAY tour. 

Yoongi was a man on a mission as he walked out of the elevator on the seventeenth floor, hands in the pockets of his pants as he tried to keep his cool. He was a little nervous, as he wasn’t really used to asking people for their phone numbers. Usually pretty girls and brave guys would slip him their numbers; although Yoongi couldn’t remember the last time he actually saved any of them. 

Because Hoseok was right, and he didn’t really do the dating thing as the rest of their members did. It was rare for someone to catch his attention for long enough to become more than a one night stand. And that’s not what Yoongi was after when it came to you. 

Surely the thought of having you for one night was enough to awaken feelings that he absolutely did not want to focus on right before actually seeing you, but… 

Would you make more of the little sounds you sometimes let escape? Yoongi was yet to hear your speaking voice, never one to force you to do things you were clearly uncomfortable with, but could you get so lost in bed that you’d allow him to hear you?

Should he just stop avoiding the inevitable and ask you out while asking for your number? Would you even say yes? It’s not like he had a lot of time to spare, with the tour coming up– 

“Taehyung?” Yoongi was calling for his band member as he found the younger boy leaning over the counter as you stood behind it. 

Yoongi knew the dongsaeng like the back of his hand, he could read Taehyung’s posture as he was standing sideways, with one of his arms resting on top of the counter and he was talking slowly and smoothly about anything Yoongi wasn’t particularly interested in knowing. 

You were staring at the man’s lips, obviously reading what he was saying, but the sight of you obviously flustered and round eyes glistening left a bad taste in Yoongi’s mouth. 

“Aww, hyung, we were just talking about you.” Taehyung turned slightly upon hearing Yoongi’s call, the lazy smile on his lips just one more proof he was up to no good. 

“You were?” Yoongi approached carefully, with one eyebrow raised. Suspicion clear in his posture. 

The coffee shop was mostly empty, with only a few patrons sitting around, all with their own drinks and food already, which explained why you were so free to stand around and give attention to Taehyung. 

“Hi!” you signed to Yoongi as you noticed his arrival and your smile never faltered. 

“Hey.” he smiled in return, but it was a little dry. You were nibbling on your bottom lip as Yoongi turned to Taehyung. “What are you doing here?” 

The moment Taehyung turned his back to you, Yoongi knew you weren’t supposed to hear his next words: “You really thought you could keep this little secret all to yourself, hyung?” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“I know you’ve been coming up here often, hyung, but I didn’t think the coffee would be that good. So I decided to try it for myself.” Taehyung was grinning, making Yoongi roll his eyes. “Then I come to find out that the coffee is not the reason you keep visiting, is it?” 

“Did Hoseok put you up to this?” Yoongi scoffed lightly. 

Taehyung fake gasped and started to giggle, as a child caught doing something he shouldn’t. Behind him, you were patiently waiting to be included in the conversation and Yoongi felt more than a little bad about ignoring you. Your eyes kept flitting down and around the shop as you tried to offer the two of them some privacy. 

“So he told me you’re into the new coffee shop staff, yeah, I’m sorry, I got curious!” Taehyung shrugged and Yoongi shook his head. “She’s pretty, hyung.” 

“Don’t talk about her as if she’s not there, that’s rude.” Yoongi pointed out. Just because you couldn’t hear it, didn’t mean he should do that. 

“Oh, right, sorry.” before Yoongi could do anything about it, Taehyung turned around and told you: “You’re very pretty. Yoongi hyung thinks so too.”

You let out a tiny gasp, eyes widening as you grew shy and looked at Yoongi as if asking for help. 

The thing about Taehyung… He was shameless most of the time, so out of the box that it was hard to predict what he would do next, what he would say. What the younger man told you wasn’t a lie by any means, but Yoongi didn’t expect to be put on the spot like this. 

“Thank you.” you signed while moving your lips so Taehyung would understand you too. “I think he’s pretty, too.” 

The last part was delivered only through signing, so Yoongi was the one meant to understand it. It caused his heart to flutter in his chest, as it wasn’t always that you flirted with him. 

Taehyung was pouting as he asked: “What did she say?!” 

“She said you should get going.” Yoongi deadpanned, which Tae didn’t buy, but shook his shoulders anyway. 

“Alright, fine, if you want to be alone with her you could just say so.” the younger man rolled his eyes and turned to you again. “It was nice meeting you! I’ll be back when Mr. grumps isn’t around.” 

“Bye bye.” you giggled, which was a sound Yoongi wanted to keep only for himself. 

Taehyung finally took his leave and Yoongi watched him go. When he was far away enough, you tapped on his shoulder to get his attention back. 

“I haven’t seen you in a while.” you told him, but not in a nagging way. The lines between your brow showed you were concerned, if anything. “Is everything okay?”

“Been busy.” he said with a little wave, not wanting you to worry. “I have to go in a minute, actually.” 

“Okay.” you nodded in understanding, but had that little pout he was starting to love pulling on his heartstrings. 

“Can I have your number?” Yoongi asked, feeling the pink dust cover the apples of his own damn cheeks. 

“Of course.” you nodded, opening your palm for him to give you his device. 

Yoongi pulled it from his pocket and opened the contacts app, handing it to you for you to type out your information. Once you were done, you gave it back to him; having saved your number with the coffee and cookie emoji, which made him laugh. Yoongi texted you a cat emoji in response, just so you’d have his number, too.

About two hours later, you texted him first, but Yoongi didn’t have time to open it until later that night, after he was already home, sharing the couch with Holly after a busy day of meetings and when he could finally relax. 

“If you don’t keep your eyes closed, I’m going to poke you in it with the brush!” Yeji huffed, making you close your eyes again immediately. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t see what you’re saying with my eyes closed–” you whined, but stayed quiet. 

Well, quiet as you could, given the very exciting fact that you were about to go on a date with a very handsome, very sweet, and very interesting man. 

You were almost done with getting ready when Yeji –and the miniature version of her– barged into your room, demanding to do your makeup. You had full capability of making yourself look presentable on your own, but denying a bit of girly time with your sister and your niece wasn’t something you would ever do. 

You could sense Ari rolling on your bed behind you, probably singing whatever made-up song about you going on a date with a b-o-y that she could come up with, as your sister gently tapped on your shoulder to let you know it was okay to open your eyes again. 

“Here you go.” she said as she handed you the small mirror from your vanity. 

“If I look like a clown–” 

You could tell your sister was complaining and spilling child-appropriate curse words, but you ignored her in order to look at the final result in the hand mirror. You didn’t look anything short of beautiful. 

Yeji kept a light, natural look, with some pink accents on your cheeks to make you look a little healthier and flushed, your eyelids had a little bit of a shimmer and the mascara made your eyes pop more, and your lips had a bit of cherry lip-tint on them. Nothing too over the top, but definitely more than what Yoongi was used to seeing you with. 

You were pretty sure it would be the first time he saw you with your hair down as well, as you were made to have it up and away at all times while you were working at the cafe. 

When you looked at your older sister again, she was smiling, proud of her work, and you thanked her through heartfelt gestures. 

“Now, your clothes–” she started, pointing to what you were wearing. 

“What’s wrong with it?” you groaned, standing up to look at yourself in the lengthy mirror next to your bed. 

“It’s winter and you’re wearing a skirt!” Yeji pointed out through the reflection of the mirror, but you waved her off. 

“It hasn’t been snowing in almost a week now. I’m also wearing tights, they’ll keep me warm.” you argued. “Plus, I’m trying to look cute here.” 

You chose to wear a black suede skirt that ended a little above the middle of your thigh, with thick tights underneath to keep the wind off your legs. Your top was a light gray, long sleeved sweater that felt soft to the touch. 

When your wrist buzzed, you looked around for your phone yet again, never one to remember where you left it in the first place. Ari, who was still rolling around in your bed, found it first. 

“Ohh, is it your boyfriend?” the little girl teased you as she waved your phone around instead of handing it to you. 

“Give it!!” you were laughing as you chased her, grabbing for the device before she could jump out of your bed and run into her bedroom. You unlocked your phone to read the text message letting you know Yoongi was waiting outside. “He’s here, I’m going to freak out–” 

“Hey, you’ll be fine.” Yeji assured you. “He’s right on time, which I can admire, and you already know this guy. I know you like him–”

“I like him so much.” you groaned, making her laugh. 

“Yes, but if he turns out to be an asshole, just text me and we’ll come pick you up.” 

“Eomma said a bad word!” Ari was gasping next to you. 

“No, no. I signed a bad word.” her mother corrected. “If no one else can understand it, it’s okay.” 

You were laughing at your sister and her unconventional parenting as you put on your trench coat that matched your skirt. Yeji gave you your purse and sprayed some of your favorite perfume on you, making you sneeze a couple times. 

Both girls followed you downstairs, but lucky for you –and Yoongi, really–, they stayed inside as you put your boots on and walked out to meet your date. 

Yoongi was leaning against the passenger door of his car, wearing black pants, a black hoodie and a black long coat. The only pop of color was from his shoes, which were half white. You rarely saw the man in clothes with color, really, but he just looked so good all the time that you most definitely couldn’t complain. His hair was long, and looked soft, as if he just washed and dried it before coming over, parted in the middle after running his hands through it enough times. 

“Hi!” you were skipping your way towards him, watching his resting face split into a smile. 

“Hey–” 

You barely let him say anything before you stood next to him and kissed his cheek. His hand rested on the low of your back for a few seconds, as if trying to keep you close, but let it drop a moment later. His cheeks were pink and it had nothing to do with the tint on your lips. 

"There's someone I want you to meet." he told you and you almost panicked for a second, wondering if you got it all wrong and he brought someone else along for this date. 

"Oh?" 

But then Yoongi was pressing a button on the remote control of his car and the window of the backseat on your side moved down. A mess of fluffy brown curls popped up and the squeal to leave your lips was very much real. 

"You brought Holly?" you signed excitedly, having seen pictures of the poodle before. 

"He wanted to meet you." Yoongi shrugged and you reached your hand carefully so you could pat the small dog on his furry head. "Cute." 

"Should we go?" he asked after a small touch to your shoulder to get your attention. "I'd like for us to get there before it gets too cold." 

"Yeah, of course." 

You were beaming as you agreed and before opening the door of the passenger’s side, Yoongi took his own leap of faith and kissed your forehead softly. His cheeks were even darker than when you kissed him first and you felt so giddy inside you couldn't hold back a giggle. 

Yoongi closed the window at the back before circling the car to get in and sit next to you. As you pulled your seatbelt on, you turned around to see the dog sitting quietly, but watching you curiously. 

Holly had a blue sweater on to keep him warm and his leash was connected to his own seatbelt for safety. 

"Excited?" Yoongi asked once you sat back and looked at him. 

"Very. And curious. Where are we going?" 

"You'll see. It's nothing special, though, so don't get your expectations too high…" he warned, albeit sheepishly. 

You were out with Yoongi, which meant it was already special. This man that had absolutely no reason to try and become your friend, this man who never treated you with anything but respect. The recipient of your quietly harbored crush.

As Yoongi drove away next to you, it was hard to keep a conversation going as he had to keep his eyes on the road and hands on the wheel, but you could still watch him drive, which was the perfect excuse for you to stare at his perfect profile and his hands as he gripped the wheel, drumming a little with his thumbs against it.

You didn't think the radio was on, had no way of knowing, really, but you didn’t think you could feel any vibrations in the car, apart from the regular traffic and the thrumming of your heart. 

"Do you drive?" he asked as you stopped at a red light. 

"Yeah. We don't have a car anymore, so I don't, but I do have a license." you told him with a nod and a small smile. 

You liked that Yoongi never assumed you couldn't do something just because of your disability. And you could actually drive quite well, even with your limitations. You were always very aware of your surroundings, which made you a great driver; despite some beliefs that deaf people couldn't drive. 

It obviously meant you couldn't hear the traffic or honks from other cars, but you never needed it to be able to drive safely. 

Every now and then you’d look back at Holly or give him the back of your hand so he could sniff it and get acquainted with you and he would bark and you’d smile. When you turned back around, Yoongi had a small smile playing on his lips every time. 

It was when Yoongi parked the car in front of a short building with glass walls that you arched an eyebrow and stared at him. 

“Did you really bring me to a coffee shop on our first date?” you wanted to laugh at the irony of it all and Yoongi obviously realized it too as he chuckled. 

“This is just a small stop. There’s a park nearby I like.” he explained and you would have stared at his lips even if he signed his words. “Are you up for a stroll and some hot chocolate?”

“Yeah, but–” you were nodding when a tiny hint of concern made you a little nervous. “Won’t people see you? See us?”

“The park is near my place, it’s a closed off community, so it’s safe.” Yoongi explained and you knew you should trust that he wouldn’t do something that could get either of you in trouble. “Will you stay here with Holly?”

“Of course!”

Yoongi picked up his wallet and phone from the console in between the two of you and left you alone with his dog. When you looked at the back seat, you could see Holly struggling with his seatbelt, trying to reach the opposite window to see where his owner was going. 

“Oh no, puppy, be careful–” at the sound of your voice, Holly –you assumed– barked and whined. “Aigoo, wait.” 

You unlocked your own seatbelt so you could move between the two front seats and reach for the clasp keeping Holly stuck in place. Once the puppy was freed, he ran from one side to the other of the back seat, jumping on his hind legs to try and find his owner. 

Yoongi was nowhere to be seen, so Holly did the next best thing and leaped to the front seat, choosing your lap as a resting spot. You were a little frozen, as you didn’t know this dog, weren’t sure he was the biting kind or not. But if he was anything like his father, you guessed he was just a sweet boy. 

“Hi, puppy.” you cooed, using what you assumed was a whiny-baby-voice. Holly seemed to like it as his brown, curly head turned comedically to the side as he looked at your face. “You’re really cute, you know that?” 

You were scratching at Holly’s fluffy head as the door opposite yours opened and a very flushed Min Yoongi sat behind the wheel. 

“Hey– Oh. Did he escape?” Yoongi’s hands were full with two huge to-go cups, which he placed in the cup-holders where his wallet and phone were before. You held Holly in your arms and pouted, shaking your head. “You let him go?” he asked and you nodded, pout very much still on your lips. “Okay, should I put him back?” you shook your head again and Holly licked your cheek, making you giggle. “Okay, just make sure to hold him tight, alright?” 

You nodded and Yoongi laughed and you never wished to be able to listen to a laugh more in your life. Maybe when Ari was a toddler, but both came really close. You tried not to let the squeeze in your heart bring you down too much, hoping Yoongi wouldn’t notice you getting upset. You really didn’t want him to think he was doing anything wrong. 

Because he wasn’t. So far this date was going great.

Yoongi drove the two of you a few streets away from the coffee shop, going a little slower to make sure the hot chocolates in the console wouldn’t spill and so that nothing would happen with his dog on your lap. The winding roads led to a gated community and your date parked the car at a tiny park. 

It wasn’t exactly a park, really, more of a square in between three short buildings that made up Yoongi’s apartment complex. Everything was well kept, the grass was alive and thriving despite it being the middle of winter. A small playground for kids was empty, but full of fun activities. From the cars you could see parked at the outdoor garages, only people with a lot of money must live here, as you couldn’t see a single car you could name; meaning they were all the expensive brand ones. 

“Can you bring him?” Yoongi asked you before picking up your drinks again. 

“Sure!”

You took off your seatbelt once again and held Holly in your arms so you could both hop off from the car. The puppy squirmed a little, wanting to be put down, but you only let go when Yoongi told you it was okay to do so. There weren’t many places for Holly to escape to anyway and the dog seemed to know his way around as he rushed straight to the park. 

Yoongi gave you one of the to-go cups and placed his hand on your back so he could guide you to a wooden bench near a grassy patch where Holly was already waiting. You wondered if he could tell the deep blush dusting your cheeks wasn’t from the cold. 

Once you were both seated, you brought the drink to your lips, careful about the steam as you pulled up the small tab on the plastic lid before blowing on it to take a sip. The drink was sweet, but not sickly so, and it had a hint of cinnamon that made you think of christmas. 

“Good?” Yoongi signed as he watched you drink. 

“Really good!” you replied with a smile and a frown, making Yoongi grin in return. 

You both sipped your drinks in silence for a little while, but it wasn’t awkward between you. It was a little hard for you to communicate when one of your hands was constantly holding something and Yoongi kept bringing the drink to his lips, but you didn’t feel the need to fill the empty space between the two of you with meaningless conversation. 

When Yoongi spoke again, you knew it was because he was interested in knowing more. 

“Is your family from Seoul?” he asked, placing the cup on the bench between you. 

“Yeah, I’ve been here all my life.” you told him after one last sip of the hot choco. 

“No way.” his eyebrows raised, pretty eyes growing big. “You never went anywhere else?”

“Nope. Just a once city kind of girl.” you shook your head, once again feeling as though you and Yoongi were from different worlds altogether. “Must be weird for you to think that, bet you’ve traveled the whole world, huh?”

“Eh, I haven’t been everywhere.” he shrugged, but you didn’t believe it for a second. 

“There’s no need to downplay it. It’s not like I never wanted to go anywhere.” you assured him as you reached out to squeeze his wrist. A touch that was fleeting because you needed your hand to continue: “I had big dreams, I guess. Wanted to live by the beach.”

“Why didn’t you?” 

“I guess life had other plans for me?” you mused, flicking the dangling earring on your ear to get your point across. “I know I could still move away, even after losing my hearing, but I don’t think my parents would have taken it so well.”

“Are they protective?” Yoongi asked with his cup halfway to his mouth and you could see it in his eyes as he realized he shouldn’t cover his lips. 

“You can say that.” you offered him a little tight lipped shrug. “I know I’m independent, to a degree, and there’s nothing I can’t do. But they worry.” 

“Yeah, I get it.” he nodded and licked his lips. You wondered if they tasted like hot chocolate, or maybe cherries. “I mean it’s easy to feel protective of you.”

Your heart did a little thing inside your chest and you looked down, feeling your cheeks heat up because 1- you were just thinking about the taste of his lips; and 2 - Yoongi just backhandedly said he felt protective of you. 

Not as if he thought you should be protected, he’d given you enough signs that he would never belittle you or doubt your capabilities to function normally. But because he cared about you. 

“I guess my parents kinda blame themselves?” you opened up. 

“Why? You said the doctors couldn't explain why it happened to you, right?” you could tell Yoongi was being careful with his questions, but you didn’t mind them. Not from him. “So there couldn't be a way for your parents to prevent it from happening”

“There really wasn't. But I guess they feel guilty for not doing more to revert it?”

“Oh? Is there a way to reverse it?” Yoongi asked and it broke your heart how hopeful he looked. 

“Not really. Not at this point, at least.” you shook your head, looking ahead to where Holly was seemingly barking to a flying bird. “Back when we were looking for second and third opinions, most doctors told us that the only thing that could help me were hearing aids, which didn't work by the way, or minor surgeries to maybe get 5% of my hearing back–”

“That's something–” there it was, the hope again. 

“It had a 2% chance of it working.” you lamented.

“Oh.”

“We were referred to this really good doctor in China that had this new technology at the time, and the chances were a little better. But my parents didn't have the money to take me to China to see the doctor, much less to pay for this advanced surgery, so.” you signed slowly, to make sure Yoongi got everything. And he always did. “I mean, I get it. I never held it against them, but I think they feel guilty about it.”

“Yeah my parents are still guilty they couldn't buy me a new pair of sneakers before a basketball competition. I can't imagine how yours must feel.”

Yoongi never thought he’d be fretting over a dinner so much, but with how many times you baked things –for him specifically or not–, he wanted to do something nice for you in return. Part of him wanted to impress you, going as far as pestering his Eomma for the sundaeguk recipe she’d serve in her old restaurant back in Daegu. 

When you offered Yoongi to help out, he said no. He wanted to be the one to do it for you, not for you to have any trouble. But he didn’t think you’d take it as a cue to stay out of his way, out of the kitchen. When Yoongi wanted you to be in his space. 

He wanted to breathe you in and to talk to you, to take a spoon full of soup and blow on it to cool it down before bringing it to your lips for a taste. But it was fine, Yoongi tried to convince himself. You still had dinner. And hopefully some time after that too, lest you ask him to drive you home too early. 

You were in the living room playing with Holly, Yoongi could hear the familiar pitter-patter of his dog running on the floor and the squeak of his favorite toy. The soup was simmering away and Yoongi needed to let it reduce a little more before the finishing touches, so he walked to the threshold separating the kitchen from the living room.

That’s when he completely froze. 

That’s when he heard you. 

“You’re so damn cute, aren’t you? Come on, bring it back! Good boy!” 

You had your back to Yoongi, which was a good thing as it stopped you from seeing his wide eyes welling up with tears, his own reaction catching him off guard. Yoongi knew you could talk, you told him as much once before, but you chose not to. The man knew it made you uncomfortable and he respected that. 

But to actually hear your voice, after so many weeks of basking in your adorable giggles and the little noises you couldn’t hold back, it left him starstruck. You sounded so fucking sweet, with a melodic tilt to your tone, even if some of your words were a little slurred at the end. 

His heart was seizing in his chest as Yoongi wanted to march up to you and tell you how cute and sweet you were, ask you to say his name, just once. But he couldn’t. Not without admitting he heard you without meaning to and Yoongi really didn’t want to make you uncomfortable about it. 

Yoongi was nothing if not patient. 

Before you could catch Yoongi doing –hearing, rather– something he definitely shouldn’t, he slipped back into his kitchen to finish up dinner. The background of his daily life alone at his apartment was usually a playlist from his favorite artists or D-DAY so he could nit-pick and hate his own work, but not today. 

Today the background of his cooking was Holly’s excited barks and your cute giggles as his pup did something funny. He could get used to this, Yoongi realized. How easy it would be to have you in his space like this, him cooking for you after a long day, both of you sitting at the mostly unused table to share the meal. 

Dinner with you was a quiet one, Yoongi came to find out, but he really liked that. 

While your hands were busy and you couldn't sign, and his mouth was busy chewing so you couldn’t read his lips –nor did he want you staring at his mouth right now, as it would be nothing short of unattractive–. Yoogi appreciated the silence every now and then, the comfort that came with not having to fill the space with empty words and awkward conversation. 

Every now and then you’d make little comments like ‘the soup is delicious and warm’ and Yoongi would say little things like ‘it’s my mother’s recipe’ and ‘I like cooking, but didn’t do much of it in the dorm. 

After the meal, the two of you shared his kitchen sink as you refused to let Yoongi clean up everything on his own. Even if you still didn’t have a full on conversation as both of your hands were soapy and holding dishes and pans, your arms were brushing and sometimes you’d bump his hip with yours to get his attention. 

It felt domestic, something Yoongi never had before, and he found himself craving more of it. 

“What time must you be home?” Yoongi asked you after the dishes were done and a little bit of tension installed itself stubbornly. 

“I don’t have a curfew.” you told him with a tiny laugh. “But if you’re tired or busy tomorrow, I can–”

Yoongi raised his hand to wave the air, stopping you before you could think he didn’t want this date to continue. “No, no. I was just wondering if you’d like to watch a movie?”

“Of course.” you nodded with a smile, seemingly relieved about the invitation. 

Yoongi led you out of the kitchen and back to the living room, where Holly was already waiting while taking a nap on his fluffy bed in the corner. He could laugh at how tired the puppy was after playing with you for at least half an hour. Holly still raised his head to make sure the two of you weren’t going too far, but didn’t move to join you on the couch as you both sat down. 

Before even reaching for the remote control to turn the television on, Yoongi turned his body slightly to face yours, knees bumping into yours. 

“I’m sorry this date doesn’t feel much like a date.” he signed, scrunching his nose and scratching the back of his shoulder. 

“What do you mean?” your head cocked to the side, much like Holly’s did when he was confused, making Yoongi want to smile. 

“Doing what I do and being who I am doesn’t allow me much privacy to go out.” he explained, watching your eyes light up in understanding. “Ideally I would like to have taken you to watch a proper movie, have dinner somewhere nice, take a walk along the river. But this is the best I can offer you right now.”

“You can never go anywhere?” you asked him through swift and delicate movements that Yoongi was proud to say he picked up quite quickly. 

“I can, but it involves a lot of planning, security guards and NDAs.” Yoongi told you, trying not to let the guilt he was feeling transpire too much. “So it can feel a little impersonal, which is not what I wanted for our first date.”

“Well, I’m having a good time. Open spaces or crowded places make me a little nervous anyway.” you assured him, reaching to squeeze his hand before continuing: “And if it makes you feel any better, my last proper date was so many years ago that I don’t even remember how it went, so this is already much better.” 

“How do you know it’s much better if you don’t remember it?” Yoongi asked with a grin, gently placing his hand on your knee. Not too high on your leg to come out as disrespectful, but a firm touch nonetheless. 

“Because this one is a date with you.” you told him as your cheeks turned a little more rosy, eyes staring at his lips as you waited for his answer. 

Yoongi chuckled before saying: “Look at you flirting with me.”

“I flirt with you all the time!” you looked almost offended. 

“No you don’t!” Yoongi scoffed, resting his free arm at the back of the couch, almost caging you in, the hand on your knee rising just a little more. 

“Yeah I do! I’m just so terrible at it that you don’t even notice.” you huffed a sound that pulled on Yoongi’s heartstrings as if you were playing him like a guitar chord. 

“I noticed now.”

You nodded, but your lips formed a cute pout as you rested your back against the backrest of the couch, practically tucking yourself into Yoongi’s side. “Yeah, and you didn’t do anything about it.”

Yoongi’s smile was soft and a little crooked as the hand that was resting on your leg reached for your chin, to gently make you look at him. His lips moved slowly, tongue swiping between them as he asked: “What do you want me to do about it?”

“Nothing, if you don’t want to.” you answered him as your pout never wavered. 

“I want to kiss you.” Yoongi admitted as his own stomach did a nervous flip. He loved the way your eyes widened and flitted to his for a second. “Is that okay?”

You nodded. Just a tiny movement of your head as the pout disappeared from your lips. Yoongi leaned in slowly, so you’d be free to stop him if you didn’t want this. You held your breath in anticipation, eyes closing, giving Yoongi the chance to look at you from this close, freely. His hand moved from your chin to the back of your neck, which made you let go of the breath you’ve been holding, gasping softly. It was only then that Yoongi pressed his mouth against yours. 

Your hands rested on his chest, gently pulling on the black hoodie he had on. If to ground yourself or make sure he wouldn’t pull away, Yoongi was unsure about, but he took it anyway. He moved his lips slowly, dragging them against yours, silently asking you to follow his lead. 

And you did, pressing your mouth against his a little more firmly, mirroring his movements with a need that was enough to make Yoongi’s brain a little foggy. Your lips were so soft, tasting faintly of tangerines and he needed to have more of it, so Yoongi took a leap of faith and swiped his tongue against the seams of your lips. 

You responded to it with a little whine that was so sweet Yoongi was at risk of getting too excited for a first kiss. He chose to focus on slipping his tongue into your mouth when you gave him passage, feeling your jaw move as your lips parted wider, allowing him to deepen the kiss. 

Yoongi tipped his head slightly to the side, fingers dragging on the nape of your neck to get you to relax further into him. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him closer, slowly but surely, until your chests were pressed together. Your tongues swiped and flicked each other and Yoongi only pulled away when his cheeks were hot and his lungs were burning. 

His lips pulled away from yours, but not before taking your bottom one into his mouth, dragging it between his teeth before letting go. 

“Yoongi…” you sighed. 

And Yoongi’s chest filled up again, with that incredulous feeling that was too big to fit inside him, mind going numb and nerve ends being lit on fire because you said his name. You said his name. Not a whisper, not with signs, you said it in a tiny voice that sounded more like a whimper, a plea. 

And he’d give you whatever the fuck you asked him for. 

“You sound so sweet, baby.” Yoongi praised as you read his lips, eyes widening as you realized you let him hear you. 

“Yeah?” you spoke again and Yoongi thought about the process of making homemade bread. 

Because if he focused too much on how pliant, sweet and gone you sounded, his pants would feel a little tighter than they already were. 

“I like that.” you spoke again, softly, quietly, but a little more confident as his reactions were clearly positive. 

“Like what, hm?” Yoongi asked you as the back of his finger dragged across your cheek. 

Your eyes fluttered at his caresses, and then you told him: “I like… When you call me that. Baby.” 

Yoongi might develop a heart condition after today, surely all of this skipping beats and racing like a strong horse towards the finishing line shouldn’t be normal. 

“Come here, baby.” 

His hand slipped to the back of your neck again, tangling gently in your hair, dragging you back into another kiss that you willingly gave him. Yoongi sat back, resting against the cushion behind him, and you followed along. Yoongi’s free hand rested on your waist, squeezing, pulling, guiding. 

You didn’t need a lot of coaxing to understand what he meant, throwing a leg over his to sit on his lap, one knee on each side of his hips. Yoongi was in heaven as your chest pressed against his and you moaned into his lips as his tongue swirled around yours. 

Both of his hands were roaming all over your body; your sides, your hips, your thighs, resting flat on your back to keep you pressed to him. 

Yoongi pulled away from your lips when his lungs were burning and he needed air, head falling backwards and resting against the back of the couch. His eyes were heavy and half lidded, unable to close all the way because that would mean losing sight of you. 

And you just looked so fucking pretty, with glossy eyes, red and swollen lips and a perpetual blush on your cheeks. 

But you weren’t done with him, it seemed, as you leaned further to touch his neck with your lips. Yoongi moaned out a groan, sure you could feel the vibrations of it under your palms as they rested against his chest. It made you kiss his neck harder, warm tongue drawing patterns against his skin and Yoongi’s cock was twitching like crazy inside his pants. If you moved just a little closer, you’d feel it against the inside of your thigh. 

But of course something had to interrupt your making out. 

You kept kissing Yoongi’s neck, unbothered by the ringing of a phone echoing in the living room. The idol knew it wasn’t his phone, so it could only be yours. Yoongi placed his hand on the base of your neck to catch your attention, but it made you sigh heavily and your hips twitched on top of his.

….oh. 

Unfortunately that was an information he had to save for later as he needed to tell you about your ringing phone. Yoongi tapped your thigh twice and that’s when you finally pulled away from his sore neck to look at him with bleary eyes and a pout. 

“Your phone was ringing.” he told you, against his own will. 

“Shit.” you cursed under your breath and it made him smile to hear you curse like that. 

You scrambled off his lap, almost slipping on the floor because of your tights that covered your legs all the way to your feet. Yoongi chuckled, but his cheeks burned crimson as he looked down at this lap and noticed how visible his erection was, gently plucking a smaller cushion and placing it on top of his crotch. 

When he looked at you again, Yoongi noticed you typing furiously on your phone. 

“I’m not wearing my smartwatch, so I didn’t see my sister texted me.” you signed once you sat beside him on the couch. 

“Is everything okay?” he wanted to know. 

“She’s just worried.” you explained with a nod, looking out the window on the opposite wall. “It’s storming outside, so she’s worried about me getting home.” 

“Storming–”

Yoongi stood up to walk to the opposite wall, his movement making Holly leave his bed to sniff his feet as he asked for pets. The weather outside had completely flipped, dark clouds making the night sky appear grimson and threatening. The road was covered in white, heavy snowfall reflecting on the lampposts. It wasn’t surprising that your sister would be so worried about you, as there was no way he could drive you home in a weather like this. 

“Looks like you’re stuck here a while longer.” Yoongi turned to you with a little grimace. “Did you tell your sister you’re safe?” 

You nodded: “Told her we’re at your place. She said ‘how convenient’.” 

“Yeah, I promise I didn’t plan for this.” Yoongi chuckled, scratching the tip of his nose. “Not making the best impression on her, am I?” 

“I don’t think you planned a storm, Yoongi.” you laughed, which eased his worries. “We can just wait for it to pass, then I’ll call a ride–”

“That’s not gonna happen.” the man shook his head, walking closer to you. He touched the side of your face, loving the way your head leaned into it. “I’m not letting you walk out of here in that weather.” 

“So I’m just sleeping over?” you challenged and Yoongi raised an eyebrow. 

“Pretty much.” he shrugged and your cheeks darkened. “If you’re comfortable with that, of course. I have a spare bedroom, so you wouldn’t be sleeping over… with me.” 

“I’m okay with that.” you signed, turning slightly to leave a tiny kiss against his palm. “Just know I’m not usually the type to sleep over on the first date.” 

Yoongi laughed at your squinting eyes and poked your nose –not really sure why– and said: “I didn’t think you were.” 

“Are you?” you asked, scrunching your nose.

Yoongi hesitated, looking anywhere but your face. You let out a dramatic gasp, making him shake his head and reply:

“In my defense, I was never really able to do second dates. I was lucky if I could do the first.”

“What about now?” you asked and smoothed the collar of his hoodie.  “Can you do a second date now?”

“That depends.” he sighed, hand sliding down your arm to hold your hand. “Come sit? There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

As Yoongi led you to the couch and sat down next to you, Hoseok’s words rang in his brain. You’re great at self sabotaging, as his best friend had so eloquently put it. And here he was, about to do exactly that. About to give you a reason why you should walk away from him, why you shouldn’t give him a chance. 

“I don’t know if you already know this, but I’m going away soon.” he started, as there was no beating around it. 

“Oh? Where are you going?” you asked him through innocent eyes and a tiny, barely-there, pout.

“I’m going on tour for a while. Starting in America.” Yoongi was watching you carefully, terribly scared of hurting you, expecting the hurt to come for him. 

“That’s exciting. Are you happy about it?” you told him instead, smile so sweet that it completely broke his expectations. 

“I am, yeah. Nervous, but happy.”

“I can imagine.” you let out a little noise that should have sounded like a small whistle and Yoongi wasn’t sure you meant it. “When do you leave?”

“In a couple of months.”

“Really soon, huh?” 

“Yeah…” his side pressed against the back of the couch as he ran a hand through his hair. “Are you upset?”

“Me?” you pointed to your chest. When he nodded, you continued as if it was the most obvious thing: “I mean, we can still text when you’re away, right?”

“We can, of course.”

“Then why would I be upset? I’m happy for you.” you reached out for his hand to squeeze, letting it go when you carried on: “Unless… Unless this is you telling we can’t do this? Which I understand… You’ll have too much to worry about, and you should probably enjoy your tour, and the people you meet. But why did you ask me out? Are you hoping for this to be a one time thing?”

“Meeting new people is not something on my mind right now.” he assured you, taking your hand again to run his thumb over the back of it. “I asked you out because I like you, and I haven’t done something for myself for a while.”

“I like you too, Yoongi.” 

“I don’t want to toy with you, so I thought I should be upfront about this. I do really like you, and I wouldn't like to wonder what it would have been like if I never gave it a shot.” his honesty surprised even himself, but your soft smile never faltered. 

“We can just see where this goes. There's no need to think that further ahead... There’s no pressure. We can do whatever you want.”

Yoongi couldn’t promise you much. All he could do was try; try to keep this going, try to be kind to himself and take this chance. Yoongi wanted to keep you, he wanted you by his side, for as long as he could have you. 

He had never felt like this before, he never liked someone so fast. Maybe it was because this was the first time in at least ten years he could actually stop and take things as they came. Yoongi wasn’t constantly traveling with Bangtan, he didn’t have eighteen hours straight of practice and schedules. He had the opportunity to get to know you, to let you get to know him, too. 

Or maybe he would fall for you regardless. 

Your phone was showing it was 3am and you couldn’t sleep. You should have seen it coming, Yeji definitely did. Sleeping in strange places wasn’t as easy for you as it might be to the next person, but you really thought you’d be okay. 

You were comfortable around Yoongi, you felt welcomed in his home. Surely you were only sleeping over because of the sudden storm, but the man wasn’t bothered by you having to stay. 

He went through all the trouble of changing the sheets from the bed in his guest bedroom and gave you some of his clothes for you to wear; a large black shirt and sweatpants –which you had removed since they were too long and kept getting stuck in the sheets and bothering you as you twisted and turned–. 

Yoongi also told you that you could use his kitchen for anything you wanted, and maybe getting a glass of water in the middle of the night might be better than staring at your phone, counting the minutes until sunrise. 

It was definitely weird to be walking alone through someone else’s home, when you had absolutely no way of telling if you were being noisy, if the floorboards creaked, hoping to all that it's holy that you wouldn’t step in any of Holly’s squeaky toys. Yoongi’s apartment was huge, especially for just one person and his dog, but the decor and the furniture were exactly what you’d expect from an idol. 

Yoongi had paintings and prints on his walls, collector pieces here and there, a lot of black and white. But his home looked lived in; a black guitar in a corner, headphones by the couch, a small stack of polaroid pictures on a corner desk. You couldn’t help but wonder if he’d have someone staying here once he left for tour, to look after Holly, or if he’d send his dog to live in Daegu with his parents. 

After drinking half a glass of water and hoping you weren’t being too noisy as you washed it in the sink, you walked to the windows in the living room, slightly parting the curtains that Yoongi kept closed at night for privacy reasons. The storm had definitely passed, but the roads were still blocked with snow and just by looking outside you felt a little cold. 

You couldn’t be staring out the window for more than five minutes when you felt a hand on your back, in the middle of your spine. Touch so gentle that it didn’t even make you jump, followed by a sweet kiss on your shoulder. Suddenly the cold was completely gone and the tightness on your chest alleviated a smidge. 

Through the lights coming from the lamp posts outside, you could see Yoongi’s silhouette and his movements as he signed:

“You're awake. Everything okay?” 

“Yeah, everything is fine.” you assured him, turning slightly to look at his sleepy face and messy hair as it stood in odd angles. 

“Is the bed... not nice?” it made you smile how the just-out-of-bed state made him a little less fluent in sign language, but he was still trying. Yoongi was always trying. 

“The bed is very nice, just.... I feel vulnerable when I'm sleeping.” you explained slowly, watching his face to make sure he understood. “It's nothing personal, really. Since I can't hear, I can't fall asleep that easily in strange places.”

“Oh, yeah, I get that.” Yoongi nodded, his hand returning to rub your back, heat spreading where he touched. 

“At home I have a device that I keep under my pillow that will buzz me awake if something happens. And emergency lights.” you told him, not really expecting him to know about the gadgets that made your life a little easier. 

“I didn't even think of that... I’m sorry.” the man’s bottom lip jutted out and you wanted to kiss it. 

Things were pretty heated when you were making out on his couch, before your sister’s worried texts interrupted you. But then the talk you had afterwards, when he told you about going on tour, put the two of you in a damp mood, meaning you hadn’t kissed again after that. 

So you didn’t really know where you stood with him, you didn’t know what would have happened if the storm hadn’t hit and Yoongi was able to drive you home. You guessed you were waiting for tomorrow to find out if he would promise to text you, if he’d come see you at your work, even if he’d kiss you goodbye at the front porch of your house. 

“Don't be, please, I wanted to try.” you signed and rested a hand on his chest. 

“Do you want me to drive you home?” he asked, but you shook your head. 

“It's three am. I'm not even sure your car can get on the road like this.”

“Would it help if... you slept on my bed? That way you know I'll wake you up if anything happens?” Yoongi offered quietly and you read his lips. “I'll be your emergency light.”

“Poetic.” you giggled, despite your soaring heart. 

“Gimme a break, I'm half asleep.” Yoongi chuckled and you loved to feel the vibrations of his body, making you imagine what his laugh sounded like each time you felt it. 

“I'd like to try, if you're okay with that.” 

Yoongi assured you that he was okay with you sleeping in the same bed as him by threading his fingers through yours and gently pulling you with him to his bedroom. He had shown you his space when he gave you a tiny tour of the place earlier in the day, so you didn’t look around much this time. 

He turned the light on and fixed his pillows so that they sat in two piles on each half of the bed instead of one in the middle, fluffing them up and untucking the duvet a little wider so you’d both have space to slip under it. 

“You can take this side, so it’s closer to the door?” Yoongi offered and you didn’t even have to tell him that it would make you more comfortable to do so. You nodded, so he continued: “Do you want me to leave the light on?” 

“No, it’s okay.” 

Would you feel more at ease with some form of light? Yes. But Yoongi didn’t have any lamps or night lights in his bedroom and you doubted he could really sleep with the strong lights from the ceiling. You knew he had rehearsals for his tour the next day, with a dance practice in between, so you didn’t want to make him even more tired just because you had particularities about you. 

Yoongi nodded and waited for you to climb on his bed and lay down on his pillow, pulling the sheet higher over you to make sure you were warm. He didn’t close the door all the way when he walked closer to it to flicker the lights off. It took you a few moments for your eyes to get used to the new darkness, but when they did, you noticed Yoongi fiddling with the curtains on the other side of the room. 

He pulled and pushed until a gentle beam of light was crossing the bedroom, in a direct path to the door. This way it wasn’t too bright to keep any of you from falling asleep, but it was still enough to let you see the front of the room and a pathway leading directly to the door; just in case you needed it. 

The quiet and gentle care, the worry and attention to detail made a small lump form on your throat as you felt the bed dip on your left side. Yoongi settled next to you and you could feel the added warmth coming from his body under the shared covers. 

“Yoongi?” you called into the darkness. 

You knew you had spoken his name before, you let him hear a couple words from you during the day. It had taken a great effort then, to allow Yoongi into a part of you that only your sister and your niece were privy to. But each time you did, Yoongi never made fun of you, never laughed, never looked at you as if you were weird; or divergent at all. 

So you basked in the solitude of this dark room to get a little bit of courage.

To show you he was listening, Yoongi searched for your hand and brought it to his chest, dragging his fingers over the back of your hand in soft circles.  

“Thank you. For today. For letting me stay here.” you told him in what you hoped was a quiet tone, not wanting to disturb his silence too much. “And thank you for never making me feel like I'm different. It means a lot.” 

You could tell Yoongi was humming in acknowledgment from the vibrations of his chest under your palm. And since you took your chances anyway, you might as well:

“Also. You’re a really good kisser.” 

The rocking of his chest felt harder now, arms and shoulders shaking with the force of his laugh. At least the darkness kept your own smile and blushing cheeks a secret. Yoongi flipped your hand the other way around, so that your palm was facing up. His finger dragged slowly against it, with small caresses that did little to tame your beating heart. 

It took a few tries, but you realized what he was doing. Yoongi was writing letters on your palm. 

B. A. B. Y. 

It had you sighing and turning around to lay on your side, facing him. Yoongi let go of your hand to do the same and the soft light coming from the window behind him was enough to let you see the outlines of his face and of his curves. You didn’t need any more than that when his hand touched the side of your face, thumb tracing the space between your eyebrows, the slope of your nose, your cupid’s bow, finishing its path on your bottom lip. 

You parted your mouth to kiss the calloused pad of his thumb, flicking the tip of your tongue over it. Yoongi’s warm breath felt heavy on your cheek, making you look up and realize his face was inches away from yours. Yoongi took his thumb away and replaced it with his lips. 

The kiss started gentle, slow and innocent, growing bolder as you wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled yourself closer to him. Yoongi’s mouth moved against yours, making you follow along as your closed eyes fluttered and you sighed into him. His tongue was the followup, licking its way into your pliant mouth as you melted into his arms. 

Yoongi added depth into the kiss with flicks of his tongue as his free hand slipped to your waist to pull you flush against him and you were suddenly aware of the fact that you weren’t wearing his pants and the shirt he let you borrow was probably dangerously high on your hips. 

Instead of taking advantage of it, Yoongi smoothed the fabric to cover your bottom half, lips parting from yours to kiss your forehead instead. That’s when you knew nothing else was happening tonight. 

But at least when he laid back down against the mattress, letting you settle with your head on his chest, you weren’t nervous anymore. You weren’t doubting that his feelings for you were the same you had for him, and you knew that this kiss wouldn't be a one time thing. 

That night you slept better than you had in a very long time. 

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Hello!! Whirlwind was sooo freaking good omg I love forced proximity but you threw enemies to lovers in there??! Oh yeah that’s my cup of tea 😩 I could feel the tension through my screen that was so hot and I just know Yoongi is down bad for the mc 🤭 will you be writing a part 2 for it? Cuz if you’re taking requests then let me sign that petition rn!! 🤩

thank you sm i’m glad you enjoyed 🥹🫶🏾!! I probs won’t do a full on part 2 to it but i will do drabble requests for it if i get any! 🤭

Interlude | MYG | Three

Pair: Idol!Yoongi x Deaf!reader

Summary: All Yoongi wanted was to use the last few months before enlisting to work on his solo projects, prepare for his tour. When the silence left around him as his members started to go one by one got too loud, he needed to find something else to fill in the void. But Yoongi would never have guessed that it would come in the form of you… Someone he would never expect to fall in love with.

Chapter warnings: In this chapter we get a little into what happened to Yn (when it comes to her deafness), so be warned some of the medical terms and explanations might have been simplified for the sake of fiction. Having that said, ‘sudden sensorineural hearing loss’ is a very real thing and not many people know about it. Youtube has great resources and vlogs/channels from people that have this condition and it can be a great way to learn more about it, if you’re interested in a more indepth and real life look at it. 

A/N: Phrases in italic during the dialogs mean the character is using sign language!  

 WC: 3.2K

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For the following weeks, Yoongi kept coming back to the coffee shop religiously. He couldn’t make it there every day, nor did he want his intentions to be that obvious. But he was interested in getting to know you; a fact he very much took a while to admit to himself. 

He thought you were pretty, nice and sweet. Always receiving him with smiles and sparing a couple of minutes to talk to him, ask him how he was doing. And, more often than not, he wanted to tell you about his frustrations with his work, how much he missed his members and how he was nervous about his future. He never went in too deep, not wanting you to think he was using you as a therapist, but you were always interested in whatever he had to say.

Yoongi didn’t understand why, but it was easy to open up to you. As ironic as it might be, you listened to him. In any capacity that you were able to. And he also listened to you. He knew by now that you lived with your older sister and your niece, and it made Yoongi a little more at ease to know you weren’t alone at home. 

Not that he thought he had to worry about you at all, from the interactions he had with you, he could tell you were perfectly capable of doing anything on your own, but you still chose to help out your sister when raising her eight year old daughter. 

You were yet to exchange phone numbers, as Yoongi wasn’t sure if you thought of him as a friend at this point, or just a lonely guy that came over for a few minutes of chat at a time. 

How pathetic must he seem to you if that was the case?

His sign language was progressing, too, as practicing it with you so often made old muscle memory come back to him –and the KSL videos he’d been watching instead of working were a lot of extra help–. 

Just a couple of days ago, you had told him your lunch break hours and he took it as an invitation to come over during that time, finding you sitting on a two seat table near the glass walls. He didn’t make it there at the exact time, not wanting to bother you as you were eating your meal, but with time to spare just in case. 

“Hello!” you were greeting him with a wave of your hand as he approached, pointing to the chair in front of you before he could even ask if it would be okay to sit with you. “No coffee today?” 

“Nah, I like it better when you make it.” he shrugged, taking a seat. 

Like usual, his harmless, innocent flirting went right over your head. You couldn’t hear the slight drop on his tone, the sly tilt of his words, so you threatened to get up as you asked: “Do you want me to make you something?” 

“No, no, it’s alright–” he shook his hands to get you to settle back down. “I just had lunch, so it’s better not to upset my stomach anyway.” 

“Okay, then.” you settled back down, pushing the plate with cake pop pieces towards him. “Try these. It’s a new recipe.”

You really liked baking, Yoongi came to discover quite soon. You kept offering him new treats with his coffee orders; from different flavored cookies to brownies and cupcakes. You told him once that what you’d really like to do with your life was to be a baker and open your own little bakery, but didn’t have the money to do so, nor the expertise. So you settled with baking goods for fun and bringing them over to sell at the coffee shop. 

Yoongi learned to tell the difference between your baking and the regular stuff sold, as yours were usually on a small glass display in the corner, as you didn’t want to bring too much attention to them in case one of your managers didn’t like you taking money that wouldn’t reach them. 

The man took a small cake ball covered in chocolate and popped into his mouth, chewing slowly and frowning as his taste buds were attacked in the most delicious way. 

“Good?” you asked him expectantly. 

Yoongi nodded and touched his lips with the pads of the fingers of his right hand, bringing it down so the back of it touched the palm of his left, signing ‘good’ instead of risking flashing you with his chocolate covered teeth. 

“Yay!” you celebrated cutely, which made him chuckle. Your little movement made your earrings rattle, catching his attention as he noticed today you were sporting dangly ocean blue lollipops. 

“I like your earrings today.” he told you with signs of the words that he knew, pointing to his own ears. 

“Thanks! I have to find use for these things.” you signed with a little grimace, turning your head this way and that to make the earrings jiggle. 

He hoped you wouldn’t be offended as he allowed himself to ask something that had been on his mind for a while: “What happened?” 

“To my ears?” you checked, moving a little on your seat and Yoongi didn’t know if it made you uncomfortable. He nodded, so you continued: “Took you long enough to ask, huh?”

“I wasn’t sure if it was a sore spot.” 

“Well, long story short.” you sighed, which was a tiny sound that he held onto dearly. “When I was sixteen I fell in love with a boy. And the only way for us to be together was if I left my father’s home, so the sea witch offered to give me legs in exchange for–” 

“Aish.” Yoongi rolled his eyes and his body fell back against his chair. He had been so focused on all of your signs, as you moved quite fast, that it took him a long time to understand what you were doing. “Okay, don’t tell me.” 

He could try to get annoyed at your little joke, but you laughed. A real fucking giggle that was full of sound and the sweetest fucking thing he ever heard. Something Yoongi could sell his left kidney to hear more of. 

“Sorry.” you smiled. “I really was sixteen when I lost my hearing, but it wasn’t something fantastic. It was just gone one day.” you told him, making a poof sign with your hands. “The doctors were never able to really give us a reason or explain why it happened. It’s called sudden sensorineural hearing loss and it happens just like that.” you snapped your fingers, signing a little slower so he’d understand everything. “It’s rare, but it happens. It’s even more rare to happen to both of your ears, but I guess I’m just that lucky.” 

“I’m sorry.” he said before thinking better of it. The last thing he wanted was to have you thinking he felt sorry for you. 

“I can speak, if you’re wondering.” you told him, and it surprised him quite a lot. “I just choose not to. It makes me uncomfortable, so I don’t.” 

Yoongi nodded, because he could understand that. It must be quite weird to speak without hearing your own voice, not being able to control how you sounded, or the volume of it. 

Not wanting the conversation to turn sour, in case talking about it really did make you uncomfortable, he said: “So guess it didn’t work with that guy, huh? At least you got to keep the legs.” 

“Guess not.” you dramatically sighed, putting a hand over your heart as you laughed quietly. Not quite the giggly sound, but close enough. 

“That’s good for me, then.” Yoongi signed back. 

And there was no way this particular flirting passed by you, with the way your eyes twitched and you avoided looking at him for a second too long. Yoongi liked to make you flustered, he decided with a small smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. At the sight of it, you moved your eyes from him once more, trying to hold back a shy little smile. 

“I saw you on TV yesterday!” you told him with a newfound excitement, as if you just remembered it. “My niece knows who you are, apparently. She was watching you and some other guys do flying yoga?” 

“Do you still not know who I am?” he challenged and you bit your lips and scrunched your nose.. “I thought you would have Naver-searched me by now.”

“I know you’re in a k-pop group!” you pointed out with a shrug. “I’m not really that into music nowadays, you know? Given that I can’t hear shit.” 

You were laughing, so Yoongi knew it was okay to do so too. He liked that you could curse in sign language, something his aunt had taught him behind his mother’s back when he was little. Yoongi also guessed that, by doing quick math in his head, you had lost your hearing before, or just soon after Bangtan debuted, which meant you never actually heard his music. 

It brought him an uncomfortable feeling in his chest, one he wasn’t ready to dissect just yet. 

“Do you remember it? What it was like listening to music?” 

“I used to play the piano.” you told Yoongi with the saddest eyes he had seen on you ever since he met you, and he didn’t like it. “I dream about it sometimes, that I’m playing it again. But I can’t remember what it sounds like. I don’t remember what birds sound like either. Or running water.” 

“Oh.” 

Yoongi didn’t want to say sorry again, not if it would make you really feel as though he felt sorry for you. It broke his heart just a little more to know you enjoyed something so much, to the point of dreaming about it, and you couldn’t enjoy it anymore. The piano was his first love, so Yoongi could relate to it on many levels. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to wake up one day and not be able to play it anymore. 

“Hyuuuung!” 

A very familiar voice made Yoongi freeze for a few seconds, as if being caught while doing something he shouldn’t. It was a purely unreasonable reaction, and as Hoseok approached the table he tried to relax. You remained unbothered until the new person stood beside your shared table. 

“Hello!” Hoseok said to you, offering his hand for you to shake and at that moment Yoongi realized he had never touched you. And here his best friend was, doing it so casually. “Sorry, do I interrupt?” 

You smiled at Hobi, shaking his hand back and bowing your head. Then, you looked at Yoongi with a couple lines between your brows, as if unsure what to do. 

“This is my member Hoseok.” Yoongi explained to you using sign language, which made his friend raise his eyebrows and widen his eyes. He told Hobi your name and asked his friend: “What are you doing here?” 

“Well, I was in the building and someone spoke so highly of a certain cookie that I had to come over and look for them.” Hoseok told Yoongi with a blinding smile, his eyes held a certain kind of mirth that told him the younger man was making connections inside his brain. 

“You told him about my cookies?” you grinned, surprised, but obviously happy about it, which made Yoongi smile begrudgingly and nod in return. Hoseok let out a small scoff, but at least you couldn’t hear it. “Tell him I can bake him some!” 

“She said they are out of it today–” 

You grunted. Huffed, really. Yet another one of the cute sounds you made that Yoongi stored in his brain, just so the memory could sneak up on him and make him grin like a damn fool later, when he was alone in his apartment and dissecting your interactions over and over in his head. 

“That’s not what you said, is it, darling?” Hoseok asked you with a tilted head and easy smile. 

You shook your head, not really immune to the pet name, bottom lip pushing out in a pout that made Yoongi’s stomach do a thing. Good lord, he needed to get his shit together fast. 

“She said she’d bake you some cookies, too.” Yoongi relented, rolling his eyes as he said it. “Shall we go? Do you have work to do?” 

“Nop, no work–” 

“Oh, work! Shit, I’ll be late–” your eyes widened and you got up from your chair, picking up the empty plate that once held your lunch, and then the second plate with the cake pops, offering to both Yoongi and his friend the last two chocolate balls. 

“Thank you so much.” Hobi smiled and picked up both of them, shoving one into his mouth.  

You bowed to him, and sent Yoongi a small wave goodbye, and rushed to the coffee stand, where Miss Naru was already running around. Yoongi expected Hoseok to sit down at the spot you once occupied, or to walk to the stand and order himself something just to make Yoongi squirm with whatever he could say to you. 

But at least his best friend had the decency to wait until they were both inside Genius Lab, shoes left by the door and locked inside the soundproof walls, before he asked: 

“So?” Hoseok probed, making himself at home on Yoongi’s couch. 

“Hm?”

“Is that why you keep going to the coffee shop in the building?” the younger man finally asked what he meant. 

Yoongi could say he was only going there because his favorite coffee shop was under construction, but he had already gotten an email that it had been reopened just last week. Yoongi could also say that he was only going for the convenience, or for the coffee, or the treats. But Hoseok knew him too well. 

“‘That’ what?” Yoongi asked as if he had no idea what Hoseok was talking about, choosing to sit on his ergonomic desk chair. 

“Don’t play dumb with me, hyung, you know what I’m talking about.” Hoseok rolled his eyes and sat more comfortably, rolling his neck and stretching his legs. “But hey, I’m just happy you’re getting out of the studio. Seeing people. You know we worry about you–”

“We? Why would you worry?” Yoongi scoffed, eyes squinted. 

“You know how you get too in your head sometimes.” Hoseok’s shoulders raised and dropped. “And we know you’re lonely, you don’t have that many friends outside of us.”

“Are you trying to make me feel bad?” Yoongi surprised himself with the urge he felt to gesticulate as he spoke, ever since you became his most constant form of interaction over the past few weeks. 

“Never, you know I love you.” his best friend assured him. “Which is why I’m happy for you. Whatever’s going on with that girl–”

“Nothing is going on.” Yoongi said, letting his defensiveness down as it was the truth. 

Hoseok was quiet for a little while, but Yoongi wasn’t naive enough to think this conversation was over. Far from it. 

Yoongi rolled his chair towards the digital piano at the side of his studio, not really turning it on, not really playing anything. Placing his fingers on top of the keys was enough to bring him great comfort. 

Then, in what he could only describe as an act of masochism, Yoongi pressed on a key; hearing only the dull sound of nothing. His stomach twisted uncomfortably as he thought of you and how confusing and hurtful it must have been for you to have gone through what you went through when you were so young. 

“You were using sign language with her.” Hoseok started again, and Yoongi only nodded. “I don’t think I could ever date someone like that.”

“Wow, could you be any more of an ass?” Yoongi’s turn was so sharp that his chair squeaked. “She’s just like any other person, there’s no need to be fucking rude.”

Instead of being offended at his snapping, Hoseok smiled. The kind of smile that told Yoongi his best friend knew exactly what buttons to push to get the reaction he wanted. And for Yoongi to have gotten so defensive over a simple comment, he walked right into Hoseok’s trap. 

“I just meant that not being able to share my music with my significant other wouldn’t be easy.” Hoseok explained softly, he didn’t mean to offend anybody. “But I’m sure she’s lovely, hyung.”

“She really is.” Yoongi chided. “But it’s not like that.”

“Why not?”

“What do you mean?” Yoongi’s eyes were down as he rested backwards against his chair, reclining it a little more. 

In response, Hoseok shrugged: “Why is it not like that? I can tell you get along.” he pointed out carefully. “I’m not saying you need to have a relationship with her, but she’s cute. When was the last time you went out with someone?”

“Literally never, you know the scandal that would come out of it if gossip sites caught us going out with anybody.” it was an excuse and Yoongi knew that, Hoseok knew that. 

“You’re literally the only one of us who doesn’t go out.” Hoseok laughed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Did you know Joonah is seeing that girl from that neon band?”

“Soyoon?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow as that was news for him.

“Yeah. She’s kinda edgy, I didn’t think she’d be his type.” Hoseok mused and Yoongi nodded. “Your girl is your type, though.”

With yet another scoff, Yoongi asked: “Amuse me, what exactly is my type?” 

“Cute, a little naive and innocent. I know you like a nice smile, someone easy going.” the younger man didn’t waste a second before he started listing and so far he had been right. Annoyingly so. But then– “You like the type that would rarely work in the first place, since you’ll have to enlist soon after a fucking world tour, plus she’s an employee and I’m sure dating an idol from the same company would go against a few rules.” 

“Well, fuck then.” Yoongi had to laugh, but none of that was funny. It hurt because Yoongi could see some truth behind his best friend’s words. 

“You know I’m right.” Hoseok ignored him. “You go after the difficult cases, so when it eventually fails, you can beat yourself up but hey, at least you tried, and now you have an excuse to become the little recluse that you are. You’re great at self sabotaging, hyung.”

“I’m sorry, are you sure you’re not trying to make me feel bad?”

“I’m just telling you what I think.” the man smiled in what was an attempt to soften the blow. “I want you to be happy, hyung. Whatever that looks like. If it’s giving this girl a chance, cool. If it’s not, that’s also cool.”

“I appreciate that–”

“I know how hard it’s been for you to write lyrics and focus on your solo album, I went through the same thing. But the good thing about this break is that we’re allowed to do what we want. We’re allowed to live our lives for the first time ever.” Hoseok continued, and Yoongi wished it was that simple. “Joonah keeps traveling all over, JK has been drinking and doing karaoke at all hours of the night. Taehyungie is doing his modeling shit. I don’t want you to stay inside this studio forever and regret having wasted this chance when you no longer have it.”

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Whirlwind | MYG

♡pairing: min yoongi x reader

♡wc: 3.1k

♡genre: smut, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, non-idol AU

♡ warnings: unprotected sex, degradation, oral sex (f receiving)

♡summary: with a hurricane coming your way towards your state, your roommate provides a safe haven to the man you’ve despised for as long as you can remember.

MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)

The grocery store was bustling with people getting ready to prepare for the hurricane that was set to land in your state by the end of the week. You always knew once hurricane season started you needed to get supplies to keep you stocked, but since you’re plagued with the disease of procrastination you have no choice but to do last minute shopping. At least you had the company of Park Jimin to help you with your grocery run.

Park Jimin has been a close friend of yours since high school and have stayed roommates even after your college years. He has been the biggest support system for you throughout the years and you have been the same for him.

Once you were done checking out at the store you made your way to the car to pack all your groceries away. There was already a steady drizzle of rain falling down from the sky and you sighed already imagining the flooding that was bound to come with the storm. Jimin decided to take over the role of driving back home. You thanked him and quietly slid into the passenger seat. Jimin had refrained from any conversation throughout this trip and it made you a little concerned for him. He is never one to shy away from conversation or saying what he thinks so this behavior leads you to believe that something is wrong.

“Hey Chim, is everything alright?” You glanced his way to see if his expression will give anything away, but his face didn’t even twitch.

“Yeah I’m good bub, I just have some stuff on my mind. Don’t mind me.” He sent you a small smile to try and placate your worries.

“Okay well you know I’ll always be here to listen whenever you’re ready.” You gave him a small squeeze to his shoulder and dropped the topic the rest of the drive home. The soft hum of the radio filled up the silence of the car ride.

Once at home the groceries were unpacked and put into their respective places in the fridge and pantry and Jimin stored the cases of water bottles in the garage. Without glancing your way he called your name softly to get your attention once he was back in the kitchen. You peered at him waiting to hear what he was going to ask.

“Can we talk once I’m out of the shower?” You nodded and retreated to your room to give him the space he needed to do.

Your mind started to sift through memories of the past weeks to see if it could give you any kind of hint as to what this conversation could be about. Is he going to move out? Did you do something to upset him and didn’t realize? The cogs were turning and anxiety was starting to make you feel a little queasy. The time that Jimin took to shower and change felt like it was stretching on for too long. You were about to get up and check on him when you heard tow soft knocks against your door before he opened it to let himself in.

He was changed into an oversized sleep shirt and sweatpants and his bare cheeks were slightly flushed from the hot shower. You patted the middle of the bed for him to sit down and get comfortable.

“What’s going on Jimin? Are you sure everything is okay?” He was wringing his fingers together

And his eyes shifted around the room as he was preparing himself to speak. “With the hurricane coming up, is it okay if a friend comes and stays with us until it passes? His town is directly in the path of the storm and his area is prone to flooding.” You stared at him with widened eyes and nodded without hesitation. Why was he so nervous about this? This wasn’t nearly as bad as all the scenarios that you came up with in your mind.

“Of course that’s okay Chim! Any friend of yours is a friend of mine. Don’t scare me like though again I thought you were dying or going to move out!” You stretched to give him a hug and he rubbed your back gently. With that being the end of the discussion he bid you goodnight with a tight lipped smile that you gave no mind to and he took himself back into his bedroom.

Okay -scratch that- there is one friend of Jimin’s that is not a friend of yours. That person is the one and only Min Yoongi. He has been a thorn in your side since Jimin has entered your life. He has never done anything that was genuinely that awful to you but it’s the way he speaks and carries himself with such an arrogant attitude that aggravates you.

When you saw him walk through the threshold of your front door with his duffel bag you instantly felt your blood start to bubble from the boiling rage you had in your body. The glare you sent Jimin was deadly and you motioned him to follow you into your room so you can tear him a new one talk.

“Park Jimin I don’t know if you suddenly have amnesia for the past 10 years, but I don’t know where you got the idea that Min Yoongi is allowed into our home! If I had known it was him that you were offering a place to stay I would’ve just let the hurricane take him away.” You were livid. Jimin took your hands in his to stop the gesticulating you were doing. With the way your hands were moving wildly he was afraid you would hit him.

“ I didn’t tell you because of that reason Y/N. I know you don’t like him, but this is only temporary. I told him to be on his best behavior, but if he really acts out I’ll send him to a hotel nearby if the weather isn’t too bad.” You let out an exasperated sigh, but had nothing else to add to the conversation that would make it productive. You stomped back out into the living room and refused to acknowledge Yoongi’s presence. Maybe if you just ignore that he’s in your home you can keep your sanity intact.

“Hey princess, can you sit somewhere else? This is gonna be my bed for the next couple of days.” You gritted your teeth hearing that god awful nickname Yoongi called you. He always said it in such a condescending tone that would get under your skin in the perfect way. “In case you forgot Yoongi,” his name rolled off your tongue with a sharp bite. “This is my home that you are a guest in. You don’t get to boss me around on what I can and cannot do in my home and my couch.” You continued scrolling on your phone hoping he would get the hint to leave you alone. Needless to say you were wrong. Instead he decided to plop himself down on the couch without a care that jostled your body. You glared at him and he met your gaze with a stupid fucking smirk. On top of this he started to unpack his duffel bag noisily, tugging on the zipper with a strong force. You got up from the couch with a huff and locked yourself in your room with a slam of your door. This was going to be a strenuous couple of days.

The next day you woke up and found Jimin and Yoongi working outside to put shutters around the windows. This blowing wind was starting to pick up but the humidity was still high in the air. You stepped outside and greeted Jimin while he was busy holding the ladder to keep Yoongi stabilized. You retreated to get two cups of cold water to give the boys and when you came back outside Yoongi was wiping the sweat off his face with the front of his t-shirt. The way the fabric rode up to expose his pale skin and toned back had you staring without even realizing. Jimin was suddenly clearing his throat and when your eyes landed on his face he was staring at you with a raised eyebrow. You looked back at the cups and handed them both to Jimin and headed back inside without a word.

When they finished the project of the shutters the sliding door opened and when you walked in Min Yoongi’s shirt was off. You stared at his abs that were just as toned as his back. When the hell did he get so fit? Even his biceps were much bigger than you ever remember them. Why do you even remember the size of his biceps?

“You seem to have a staring problem princess, keep that up and I might do something about it.” His low voice took you out of your daze and you scoffed at his comment. “You come anywhere near me Min and I’ll punch you into next week. Watch yourself.” You slid your eyes back on the Netflix show that had lost your interest minutes ago. He just snickered and walked into Jimin’s room to take a shower.

Once the door was locked Jimin stood in front of the TV blocking your view with his hand on his hips. “What’s up with the sudden ogling you have for Yoongs? You wanna fuck him or something?” This made you burst out in sarcastic laughter. “Get real Jimin. I wouldn’t even touch him with a 10 foot pole.” you rolled your eyes at the thought of even getting touched by Yoongi. “Whatever you say, but your actions are contradicting the bullshit that you’re trying to convince me with.” And with that Jimin stalked off into to kitchen for a quick snack.

Later in the evening the thunderstorm was booming with thunder and you could see peeks of lightning through the shutters. The combination of these conditions with the howling wind has led the power to go out. Jimin searched for the lantern in the garage to bring back some light into the home. You were left with Yoongi in the living room and no words were said between the two of you. It's for the best. Yoongi felt like breaking the silence first.

“You know, I never understood why you can’t stand me princess. I don’t think I’ve done anything to wrong you.” He studied his nails as he talked. “First issue already is that dumbass nickname that you won’t stop calling me even though I told you endless times that I hate it.” “Aw, but I think it suits you and your stuck up behavior.” He sneered and this made you meet his eyes with a fiery glare. “Go fuck yourself Min. You’re one to talk about other people’s behaviors when you walk around like an arrogant ass. You have some fucking nerve.” The tension in the room was rising to levels that made it feel stuffy. Why the hell is it taking Jimin so long to find the lantern? “You think you know everything about me princess, but you don’t even know how wrong you are!” His voice was rising as he got up from the couch and he was now towering above your seated figure. “Well if I’m so wrong why don’t you prove it to me that you’re not some self-important prick.”

As soon as those words came out of your mouth his lips were colliding with your own and his fingers grasped your chin to keep you in place. You kissed back with the same amount of fervor and gripped the front of his sweatshirt. As soon as you let out a whimper of desperation, you heard the garage door open notifying you both of Jimin’s returning presence. Yoongi pulled away at light speed and took his seat back on the couch to keep the distance between you two. “What did I miss?” Jimin looked between the two of you with confusion spread on his face. You ignored his curiosity and retreated into your room before he could detect the flush spread across your face.

Since the power was lost the house became hotter as the night progressed and the sweatshirt you had was discarded for a cropped tank top and nothing more than panties for the bottoms. Your handheld fan lost power an hour ago since you decided to have it on full blast instead of trying to conserve the power to have it last longer. The sheen of sweat was building up on your skin and you went to the garage to get yourself a bottle of water to help cool down.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you opened the door and saw Yoongi’s figure in the garage too. “Christ, you scared the hell out of me!” You clutched your hand over your heart trying to calm your heart rate. You’re too frazzled to realize that you’re standing in front of Min Yoongi in just your panties and that he’s shirtless and only boxers. He smirked and slowly approached you. You pedaled backwards until your back hit the wall and was cornered by him. His eyes roamed over your body and smirked. “You know you drive my crazy princess?” You turned your face to the side to avoid eye contact, but his breath fanned your neck in the right way to make your heart race. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You murmured through pouted lips.

He took a small step back with his arms crossed over his chest. “Really? Because the way you were whimpering for me hours ago just from a kiss says otherwise.” You flushed at his words and you were again cornered by him. He slit his leg between yours and his thigh was just ghosting the already damp spot you have in your panties.”Well I can give you a little reminder and more to jog your memory.” He raised his thigh and planted his hands on your waist to keep you place. The sudden sensation has you gasping and rutting your hips to get more friction.

“Look at you, you’re like a bitch in heat rutting against my thigh. You’re so desperate for me already and I haven’t even done a thing princess. I can’t wait to fuck your shitty attitude out of you.” His words were starting to anger you. “Shut the fuck up!” You were too busy chasing your high to even want to give him the time of day to his taunting. To this, he swiftly removed his thigh and went back to standing straight. You were distressed and looked at him with wide eyes. What is wrong with him? “Yoongi what the fuck?” He wrapped his long, slender fingers around the column of your throat. “You think you deserve to fucking cum? With the way you’ve talked to me all these years I could edge you all fucking week. Don’t tempt me.” You shivered at his words. His fingers slithered in between your legs and pushed your panties to the side to tease your clit. You released a breathy moan and threw your head on his shoulder. “Tell me no right now and I’ll stop right now sweetheart. We won’t even have to talk about it ever again.” You shook your head against his shoulder. “I need words, that isn’t enough.” “I want you to fuck me Yoongi. Now stop talking and do something.” The desperation was so evident in your words and that’s all he needed to hear.

His dexterous fingers got to work and slipped into your sloppy cunt. The way his fingers pumped into you had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “F-fuck Yoon right there!” Your thighs were shaking and your pussy fluttered the closer you were to your orgasm. At the last second you were about to cum Yoongi slipped out his fingers and slapped your pussy. You were panting now with how worked up you were.

“Take the panties off. Now.” You obliged with his words and his dark eyes made you even wetter if that was even possible because you are the most soaked you’ve ever been before. Nobody has ever made you feel as good as Yoongi is right now. Once your panties were off he dropped to his knees and stuffed his head between your legs. You propped up one of your feet on his thigh and he grabbed the back of your thighs to bring you closer. His lips wrapped around your clit and started sucking on it. Your moans were rising in volume and in pitch. His tongue dipping into your hole and licking your cunt made you feral. You gripped on to his hair and that sensation had him moaning against your core. That was enough to send you over the edge. You let out a strangled moan as you came all over his mouth. “Fuck, you taste so fucking good on my tongue.”

You didn’t even get a chance to regain your bearings before Yoongi's lips were on yours. The taste of him mixed with you had you groaning. His cock was straining against his boxers and he was rutting against your thigh and he nibbled on your lip and kissed you fervently. “Now you’re the bitch in heat on my thigh.” You chuckled, but Yoongi wasn’t in the mood for jokes at the moment. He stripped off his boxers and the sight of his thick cock had you drooling. He tapped the back of your thigh twice and instructed you to jump up. You followed his instructions and his hands gripped your thighs as he pressed you against the wall. He angled his cock against your entrance and bottomed out in one go. This had you screaming out in pleasure and your nails dragged against his back.

He fucked into you mercilessly and reveled in the sounds you made. Knowing he was making you feel this good and scream out inflated his ego beyond the atmosphere. “Tell me you’re only fucking mine.” He growled into your ear. You were so fucked out you could barely process his words. “Tell. Me. Princess.” He punctuated each word with a deep thrust that had you seeing stars. “F-fuck I’m only y-yours Yoongi! Only yours!” He grinned hearing this. The coil in your stomach snapped and brought you to your second orgasm of the night. “Who would’ve thought the bitch with the most to say would be creaming all over my fucking cock.” Yoongi was groaning through his words and his thrusts were starting to get sloppy. After a few more strokes he pumped your pussy full of his cum.

You both were out of breath and panting and you winced when his softening cock slipped out of you. You both suddenly jumped at the sudden knock against the garage door. Jimins voice rang through the other side. “I’m glad you’ve been able to reconcile, but you two are fucking loud!” You heard his footsteps fade away and you and Yoongi snickered at each other. Maybe Min Yoongi isn’t as bad after all.