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Seesaw (Teaser)
SEESAW (Teaser)
Genre: Mature/Smut, Strangers to Lovers, Friends with benefits Arrangement
Synposis: His outfits always in black, and if not black then it must be in dark muted tones. You pressed the button on the elevator floor, and positioned yourself at the edge. You watched his back from a distance, and turned away if he moves his head. You were always the one who start your small conversation with him: From “good day” to “good night” to “that’s interesting (whatever it is you find ‘interesting’ from him, even though you were interested in him more than the item)” and other things. You and your little crush to your neighbor who lived on the 18th floor.
Until one rainy night, all drenched and cold, and your eyes smudged all over with kohl, you found him waiting for you inside the elevator. His body slacked on the edge, hair unkept, his jacket barely settled on his shoulder while holding on to an empty bottle of Jack Daniel.
“Rough night?” he asked while you moved to the other side of the lift, pressing the button from the elevator immediately closing its door.
“Yeah, seems you had one too?” you watched him attempt to position himself upright in amusement.
He drank from the empty bottle before he replied and realized straightaway that it’s been drained.
An idea came up to you suddenly and you asked:
“I have more of that in my place. Wanna come over?”
“Good morning” you said upon entering inside the elevator. You walked past him and placed your back on the steel wall for support.
“Good morning” he replied, eyes blinking.
You opened your insulated tumbler to drink your freshly brewed hot coffee you made before leaving your apartment, when you noticed something particularly interesting from the lone stranger you’re with inside the lift. “Nice bean hat” you complimented.
“It’s a gift from my friend” he looks up at the elevator screen, monitoring the floors you two are in before it hits the ground floor. “That coffee smells nice, Ethiopian beans?” he turned his head a little to your direction, but was not trying to look back at you particularly.
“No, Tanzania. Peaberry” you took a sip and levelled your eyes to the decreasing number before the elevator digitial screen until it hits ‘Lobby’.
“Have a good day” you smiled as you walked pass through his side, letting you leave first, like a true gentleman.
It was always the same dry and small conversation. Always the same feeling whenever his around. Your little crush on the man living on the 18th floor.
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It started about two months ago when he was running towards the closing elevator, asking for you to wait when you were about to push the close button upon boarding inside the lift.
Normally you would mind, and would even subtly pushed the button hard (about once or twice) so the lift would close quickly before the other person could enter.
But not this guy, no. The way his eyes looked at you, like a cat purring when it wants to be loved. The way he shifts his appearance from looking cold to being warm.
“Thank you” he panted, as he tried to catch his breath from running and crouched down on his knees right when the elevator door closed.
He was wearing a black oversized hoodie and a dark blue fitted jeans and black canvas shoes, but were all dripping wet.
You pulled out your gym towel from your bag. The one you didn’t get to use because, Matt, the cute guy your friend introduced to you during her wedding day, suddenly sent you a message asking if you had any plans for this afternoon.
Ofcourse you cancelled your “gym day” to trade it for one steamy workout session with him inside his car. Which leave you now with your gym outfit and stuff inside your bag perfectly unused.
“Here” you handed it over to him, feeling sorry of the situation he was in. Wet and dirty from running outside the street. He turned to you confused, unsure whether to accept the towel you were offering or not. “Oh don’t worry, I didn’t get to gym today so it’s not used...” you smiled.
“Thanks” he bowed a bit and gently wiped his neck and face as he pushed the 18th floor button.
You pushed 17th.
“New here?” you asked.
“Yeah, I just moved two weeks ago”
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A/N: The day after I wrote “Moving On”, I realized how bittersweet it was to end it at that... I really enjoyed writing it, that I just sit back and revel at it (one of my personal favorite). Then it hit me... Min Yoongi is unhappy? I wanted to end it that way, but I just can’t 😫 . Not when I am currently obsessing over SEESAW, and the fact I lost count on the times I’ve watched his performance, on repeat!! (Did you guys watched BanbangCon21?!) Min Yoongi is the epitome of sweet and spice and everything nice 😭 like a cinnamon bunbun you just wanted to protecc. Thus, I feel obligated to make another one involving him.
It’s on the same (uni)verse of “Moving On” except that OC Y/N here is another person with a totally different personality (except for the love of good coffee 😉☕) . Can be a sequel or a stand alone fic. Nevertheless I really want to thank everyone who appreciated “Moving On” the same way I did.
A family just moved out of the house quite recently, it was very sudden and unexpected. We never really had a major argument that brought her the decision to move out, it was more like she was craving for growth without us in the background anymore. And I felt all sorts of emotions, but most especially melancholy. I learned that grief isn’t always about feeling sorrow over a person’s death. It may mean sudden changes around you too, like heartbreak. That’s why I drew all my emotions to the story of “Moving On” and wrote all reminders to myself that it’s perfectly normal to feel it, to feel being sorrowful over the situation, over the reality. Hence, ending Yoongi to feel bittersweet about the changes around him. Sorry been ranting stuff. Anywayyyyy hope you all enjoy the teaser. I’ll post it as soon as I finish :) Thank you everyone again!!! -Soleil 🌞