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back-burner | 07
what you know, isn't always the truth
PAIRING. min yoongi x reader
GENRE. sister's best friend!au, best friend to lovers!au, frenemies?to lovers!au, angst, *slow burn*, eventual smut, eventual fluff
WARNINGS. introduction of a new character!!!! she is a menace but so so lovely, some revelations, words of wisdom, impeccable timing & coincedences!
WORDS. 3.3k
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“Loli?”
“Oh sweetheart, look at you,” she coos, practically shoving the muscly boy next to her aside in exchange for reaching her arms wide open for you. “You look like death.”
You scowl. “You came back to take a piss on my appearance?”
The old lady only snickers, and frankly, if you didn’t know her—you would’ve thought she was no older than fifty years old. But Loli took care of her skin like nobody’s business, and she was definitely young at heart—younger than you, probably.
She’s dressed in bright pink, a little too bright for a Sunday morning that you wince at the reflective light of her jacket. Her hair is dolled to perfection and her sunglasses do anything but shield the sun from her with how thin they were. You scrunch your face—was this what fashion was?
“No more golden showers from me,” she chirps and you literally gag.
“Jesus Christ you’re disgusting,” Jungkook speaks up after he’s recovered from Loli’s brutal shove. For a man so big, only someone as uninhibited as Loli could take him, old age and all.
“Don’t talk to your grandmother like that,” she snickers, ruffling his hair while he shoots her a dry stare.
You look behind him and note that there are way too many pink luggages for someone who was allegedly here for the month.
“In all seriousness, though,” Loli turns to you, “You need to start giving a shit about how you look. You don’t need to look as gorgeous as I do, obviously—but a shower wouldn’t hurt.”
You roll your eyes but still snuggle yourself against her warm chest as her arms gesture you closer. As blunt as Loli was, you loved her. She was the maternal figure in your life that you never could’ve gotten with your own mother. And you wouldn’t want her any other way.
“Things have been busy,” you sigh.
“You’re not the nursing student,” Loli points out.
“Exactly. You’re just dramatic,” Jungkook says.
You scowl at both of them. No wonder they were related.
“Whatever. Are we gonna get lunch or what?”
Loli immediately smiles, linking your arm around hers while she immediately starts strutting forward. You turn to catch a glimpse of Jungkook with the mountainous pile of luggages and a gaping face. You don’t feel bad for him, so you give a little wave to which he returns the gesture with his longest finger.
“Your treat?”
“I didn’t marry a rich old man for him to die early for nothing!”
“Holy fuck is your stomach just endless?” Jungkook wheezes, attempting to make sense of how Loli manages to scarf down everything in her line of vision.
You can’t lie, you mirror his sentiment.
“Listen here you brat,” she seethes, “I was on a fifteen-hour flight so forgive me if I’m hungry.”
“Loli, you’re eating like it’s the end of the world,” you blink.
She scoffs, wiping the corners of her lips with her fifth tissue as she glares at you.
“And it may as well be! You never know when you’re gonna die so you gotta make the most out of your time right now.”
Of course, you understood her intent clearly. But her words ring true, and you sigh before resting your chin against your palm, offering her a tired smile as she continues eating you and Jungkook’s leftovers, and the other dishes she added onto the bill.
“Every time you visit I need to lie to my classmates and say you’re the crazy lady my parents have an IOU with because there’s no fucking way they can know we’re related,” Jungkook says with a scrunch of his nose.
“Child, do you think I go around telling people that you’re my grandson,” she scoffs, and you snicker when Jungkook gawks at her. “You’re lucky you’re friends with her because if not I would’ve totally removed you from the family tree.”
You lean onto her shoulder, sticking your tongue out at Jungkook.
“I’m her favourite.”
“Seriously. What sins have I committed to having the both of you in my life?” he blinks.
“Nothing. This is God’s blessing,” you retort, high-fiving Loli with a wide grin on both of your faces.
The restaurant is relatively silent, mostly because Loli was filthy fucking rich and demanded that your group be the only patrons indoors. You knew the owner pretty well, only due to Loli’s secret connection with everybody and their mother’s in this place. Also, it was likely because Loli could be super fucking intimidating when she wanted to.
Loli leans back, sighing in content as she finishes the last bit of her chowder and pushing the dish forward. From the corner of your eye, you see a few staff ogle Loli like she was an extraterrestrial creature. They must be new, you muse—since you’ve never seen them before.
“You think they’d prepare me another?”
“Loli, you’re gonna milk them dry—”
As you’re speaking, your phone abruptly rings as you jump.
“Sorry,” you wince, fishing it out from your pocket as you stare at the caller ID, caught off-guard.
Loli looks over your shoulder like the busybody she was.
“Ooh. Daddy’s calling?”
You scowl, glaring at her when the nickname she coined for Yoongi pops up.
Yoongi was calling. And he had been more frequently ever since the incident a week ago. You don't quite know what sparked the change, and the sudden incessant need for Yoongi to spontaneously inquire on your whereabouts but you accepted it.
(A part of you that yearns, enjoys the fact that he calls so often if you were able to hear his voice.)
That night imprints itself into memory. The way you foolishly allowed yourself to look more vulnerable than you already were in front of him, the vehement words that left his lips when he spoke of the man that assaulted you, the gaze in his eyes when he looked at you and told you that he'd always be there.
How could you forget? In fact, how could you not feel when this was Yoongi?
Often, you try to paint him to be the bad person. Someone that doesn't care, that didn't mean half the things that he did but you knew that was a lie. You knew that it was a defence mechanism you adopted so you could somehow convince yourself that you could move on—that Yoongi wasn't someone that cared.
He did, and you did feel cared for. But at what cost?
The approval of your sister? The smile that she sends him when he reports back to her on your whereabouts like the good friend he was?
That night shifted something between you and Yoongi, but yet—the reality was that he wasn't yours.
“Hi,” you greet, finally answering the call.
“Hey,” the voice returns, and you think it’s a sin for him to sound so good over the phone. “Where are you right now?”
Your brows furrow and you note that Loli’s attempting to mould herself as close as possible to you to get a listen.
“Boy! Is this a booty—?”
You chuck a tissue at her as she snickers at you. Even Jungkook can’t be bothered to stop his grandmother.
“I’m with Jungkook and Loli. Why?”
There’s a slight pause before you hear his breathing.
“Loli’s back? I should really take her out for the meal I owe her.”
You snort. “You’re the only person that would voluntarily meet up with her.”
“Honey, I will expose you,” Loli says with a frown.
You ignore her.
“She’s lovely. I don’t know why you say that,” he chuckles.
“Lovely isn’t what I’d use to describe her …” you mutter, “Unhinged, maybe?”
“Did you tell him—?”
Another tissue.
Yoongi laughs on the other end and you have to stop yourself from reacting too much. There’s something so comforting about the way he chuckles. It isn’t obnoxious. Nothing like the way you laugh—unfiltered and doubled over. His laughter is gentle, much like himself. It almost makes you want him to lull you to sleep.
“I’m on my break and I got you some pastries from the bakery you liked,” he explains. “Will you be home anytime soon?”
You pause, and you want to slap yourself for being so weak. It’s normal, you tell yourself. Yoongi is nice—too nice that your poor heart can’t differentiate between being wanted and being treated.
"Do you think I don't have food at home or something?" you sigh, "You didn't have to do that, you know."
"Microwaveable food doesn't count," he says pointedly. "And for the last time, let me just do nice things for you, okay?"
You wonder if he knows what he's saying, how it makes you feel. How you can't help but have your heart beat a little faster when he does.
You sigh. “We’re just about done. I’ll probably be back in the next half hour or so?”
There’s a slight pause before he speaks up again.
"Are you at her favourite place?"
"You know she only eats here, Yoongi," you say with an eye roll.
“I’m about ten minutes away. I’ll pick you guys up.”
“Don't you have a shift—Yoongi—?”
He hangs up before you can say anything.
You sigh to yourself, staring at your phone screen as Jungkook raises a brow at you.
“He’s coming over?”
Loli squeals as you scowl.
“He just bought some baked goods for me …” you mumble off-handedly, waving her enthusiasm.
"Wow," Jungkook whistles as you glare at him when he shrugs. "I mean, look—your entire relationship with him is a little odd but who am I to judge?"
"Literally no one. And I don't need the two of you butting into my business, okay?" you say with narrowed eyes, looking at both Jungkook and Loli.
"You mean you haven't done anything about your feelings?" Loli gawks.
"No, she hasn't," Jungkook sighs, leaning back, "Did we expect her to? You should've seen the stunt she pulled with him at her dad's gala—"
"For the last time, I was drunk," you hiss defensively.
Jungkook looks unimpressed. "Okay, and drunk words are sober thoughts, right?"
You sigh, "Look," you say seriously, "I don't need to be lectured about what I did or didn't do. My feelings are my own to deal with, not yours, okay?"
"I literally don't know who told you that but that's not true at all," Loli says with a frown. "You know you can trust us, right?"
You could, and you did. You trusted Jungkook and Loli with your life. But some things were hard to say, even harder to admit. And you've already allowed too many things to the surface when you didn't want them to. From Hoseok catching up on your helpless gazes, Jungkook trying his best to support you emotionally true your distress—and the ever confusing situation with Yoongi from the night you got drunk—
You trusted them, it was you who you couldn't trust.
"It's not that easy," you say softly, "I really appreciate you guys. But—there are some things you just won't be able to understand."
"Just because we don't understand doesn't mean we can't be there for you, ____," Jungkook says firmly, "The longer you keep these things to yourself the longer—"
"And then what, Jungkook?" you snap, "What will be confiding in you do for me? Will it change anything about this situation? Will it change the way I feel?"
"No, and I never said that!" he exasperated, "You're not listening—"
"Okay, break it up, you two," Loli frowns, glaring at her grandson and you. "God. The two of you fight all the time."
"It's cause he's annoying," you say, sticking your tongue out at Jungkook who shoots you the middle finger.
"For wanting to be there for you as your best friend?" he retorts snappishly.
You baulk, eyes dropping to your lap as he scoffs, as if to say that's right.
It wasn’t always like this. You weren’t always prone to random outbursts or your emotions getting the best of you—with Yoongi either. But the older you grew, the more tired you got. When you were younger it was easier to look up to him with wonder in your eyes as the older boy-friend you had. He was always doing cool things, albeit with Haerin—the fact that he was always so kind, so present—made your teenager, now adult heart, soft.
"Let people be there for you," Loli says softly, "You don't have to deal with things alone."
Yoongi picks the three of you up shortly after the mini debacle with Loli and Jungkook.
She’s uber pleased to see him, going as far as to call dibs on the passenger seat as she blabs his ear off. Yoongi’s patient, listening to every word she says with the occasional nod and ‘really?’. You and Jungkook are tired, mostly because Loli was quite the character, and dealing with her took a toll on you no matter how familiar you were with her.
You reach your apartment in no time, and Loli complains about the fact that your interior was horrendous to look at. You can’t be bothered to placate her, especially when she demands you revamp your entire couch because it didn’t fit her aesthetic.
You wonder if she was really biologically, seventy years old.
"Make sure you finish them before the weekend," Yoongi says as the four of you make your way up to your apartment.
"I know," you groan, "Jesus. You're such a dad."
"I'm really not trying to be your dad, ____," he deadpans.
"Maybe another type of—" And before Loli can say anything, you're nudging her in the rib.
"I don't even eat that much, to begin with," you mutter off-handedly as you finally reach your apartment, scanning your thumbprint as your door opens.
"I can help you!" You hear Jungkook chirp from behind you.
You ignore him, while all of you pass the threshold of your entrance and into your apartment.
“So, Yoongi,” Loli begins, and you recognise the tone in her voice. You don’t like it, and you and Jungkook share a look as you tensely await her next words. “The baked stuff was a really kind gesture.”
Oh, no.
Yoongi smiles, rolling up his sleeves as he does the one thing that's both unnecessary and hot. Unnecessarily hot and bad for your heart.
Yoongi moves you out of the way from the cupboard with his hands on your waist as he slips behind you.
You feel your cheeks heat, especially when you make eye contact with Jungkook and Loli who was already sat at your counter.
Was this even appropriate? He was with your sister, for God sake! You didn't know what giving a shot entailed but you knew that it was exclusive enough to serve as a reality check to you.
You can’t help but ogle him, seeing the way he looks so utterly domestic and at place in your kitchen.
“She likes them,” he says easily before looking over at you. “Here, take a bite.”
Yoongi offers you a piece from his own hand as you blankly stare at it as if it would attack you. You stutter for a good few seconds until Loli's nudging you with her shoulder as you blink up at Yoongi, who has an expectant look on his face when the piece of pastry still remains in his hand, held to your mouth.
"I can eat on my own," you say weakly.
"Just take it," he sighs, and you swallow before you lean forward and take the pastry from between his fingers into your mouth.
“How sweet of you,” Loli coos, and you really wished that hitting an old person wasn’t socially unacceptable in society.
Loli wasn’t an old person. She was a menace.
“Not really. Like I said, she likes them,” he shrugs casually as if he hadn't just fed you a pastry right in front of Loli and Jungkook.
Loli clicks her tongue, shaking her head before shooting you a mischievous look. You immediately retract, and even Jungkook looks ready to intervene.
“So are the two—?”
You’re about to lunge at her, but your door rings—and your brow furrows.
Who could that be?
“Were you expecting anyone?” Jungkook asks.
“I—? No?” you say, confused before pushing yourself off the stool.
You give Jungkook a look which essentially tells him to ensure that Loli doesn’t say anything that would absolutely ruin your life. He immediately understands, giving you a curt nod before he expertly strays the conversation to his medical exams and throwing in jargon that only Yoongi would understand.
You head to the door, and you don’t bother looking through the peephole before pulling it open to be greeted with—
“Hobi?”
He beams at you, swinging a bag in his hand.
“I have chicken!”
You blink.
“What are you … what? Where did this come from?”
Listen, you and Hoseok were friends. Sure, you slept with each other after a few casual conversations but he was a nice person in general. You liked him as a person, and the two of you got along with each other. And sure, he was a flirt—but it was all in good faith. Hoseok was naturally flirty like that, and if you were anyone else, you would’ve probably fallen in love with him too.
You’re surprised, but not too surprised.
You are, however, concerned.
“For not being able to pick you up that night,” he pouts as you wince at the memory, immediately knowing what he was referring to.
“Hobi, I told you it was okay,” you complain, "You called Yoongi anyway."
"Yeah, but he was pissed, and I basically left you to deal with his wrath," he sniffs, "By the way, what happened—?"
“Oh? And who is this?” You hear Loli perk up, and you instantly feel your shoulders droop in defeat.
Hoseok looks over your shoulder, unbothered to wait for you to let him in as he beams at the source of the voice. You had a feeling that Loli would really like Hoseok.
“Hi Ma’am!” he greets as you catch him in a bow after you closed the door behind you. You see Jungkook stifling a laugh, and you note that Yoongi’s face is blank again.
“___?” Loli pries, raising a brow.
You sigh, slipping back into your stool while you set the chicken on the table. Yoongi stares at it longer than one would ogle chicken, and you’re wondering why.
“Hobi, meet Loli,” you gesture, “Loli, meet Hobi.”
“Hoseok. But you can call me Hobi,” he smiles. “Love the outfit, by the way.”
Loli gasps, extremely pleased. “Oh you are a keeper,” she grins before turning to you. “So you got two of—?”
“Hobi is a friend, Loli,” you grit.
Hoseok senses your dismay as he chuckles, nodding his head. He briefly looks at Yoongi to shoot him a wide smile as a greeting, and the older boy only returns it with a curt nod before he’s turning his back to him and rummaging through your cupboards.
The plates were already on the table.
“Yep,” Hoseok says, popping the ‘p’ before he wraps an arm around you.
Loli looks between the both of you, then to Jungkook who’s already forking down a pastry, then back to your face.
“You definitely slept with each other.”
You choke, ears flushed.
“Loli!”
Jungkook’s trying his best not to swallow from the wrong hole as he digs his face onto the table, and you also note that Yoongi makes his way to Loli’s side with an impassive expression, handing you a plate of the strudel without a second glance.
“What? The body language, the chemistry. It’s so obvious!” she says, waving her hands around.
Hoseok is undeterred, as always.
“Who knows?” he shrugs, coyly sending Loli a wink.
“Did you know about this?” she asks, turning to Jungkook who blinks at her owlishly.
“I—well … she doesn’t indulge me in her sex-life …” Jungkook begins to say. He’s … right. You don’t. Instead, you indulge him in your unrequited feelings.
“You?” She turns to Yoongi, and you feel a cold shiver wash down your spine when his gaze hardens against your temple.
Hoseok still has his arms around your shoulder.
“Vaguely,” he curtly responds.
Loli turns to you, smirking as you feel the oncoming headache.
“Interesting,” she hums, then she’s turning to Yoongi. “What about you?”
Yoongi pauses by the sink just as he washes his hands. You freeze as well, and Hoseok freezes, too. Jungkook only can witness the tense atmosphere—and it’s all too awkward. For you, at least. Four out of five people knew of your feelings, two knew about Yoongi’s status—and well, now five were going to be severely enlightened.
“Me?” he says calmly, wiping his hand down before slipping onto the stool. His eyes briefly flicker onto the arm around your shoulder before he looks back to Loli.
“Yes you, doctor,” she snorts, “Have you managed to find a love life?”
You find yourself wincing before he answers and you hate that you still feel this way. You wonder if it’ll ever get easier.
“Well …” he says hesitantly, “I’m seeing someone—”
You can’t hide your face, but thankfully Yoongi doesn’t see it. Hoseok does, and he frowns at you. He rubs a soothing thumb against your shoulder before patting your head. To anyone, it looked like a friendly gesture. To you, you knew it was a silent form of comfort.
“Who?” Loli pushes, and you wonder how did you go from eating baked goods to this?
“Uh, Haerin—”
“Haerin? As in her sister Haerin? The really boring one? You got the boring sibling?” Loli cries.
You thwack her shoulder.
Yoongi blinks, and Jungkook nearly chokes.
“What? Did your sisterly instincts kick in?” she sneers, fully aware of the feelings you harbour towards Yoongi and the emotional tussle that you feel towards Haerin.
“Stop interrogating him and eat your damn bread, lady,” you scowl.
“It’s not that serious,” he shrugs, and you’re surprised he’s actually explaining himself. “We’re just seeing how it goes.”
Loli sniffs, unimpressed.
“She’s too boring for you. Pretty girl, super smart too—but you’re young and handsome! You need a wild ride—”
“Loli, not everyone wants to live life like you,” Jungkook says dryly, intercepting as you silently thank him.
“I’m offering a perspective!” she says defensively.
You loved Loli, you really did. You knew that under her wild and rambunctious exterior, was a woman that was there for you when you had no one else. She was the one person that navigated the years of teenage angst with you despite having no biological relation with you. She cooked you hearty food on days where you felt sick, not physically, but due to your mental strain. She accompanied you to the first online forum you hosted with an NGO you were working with, cheering the loudest when you spoke.
She was there for you to confide in when you started feeling less than Haerin, unsure of who you were and where you were going. She was there for you when you realised you were in love with Yoongi—and her arms served as a home, her shirt as a towel to dry your tears.
You know she’s vying for you, and you feel immensely grateful. But the reality is that Yoongi is Yoongi, and Haerin is Haerin, while you were you.
You were never part of that equation.
“Not sure if the wild life would accept me, though,” Yoongi muses.
“Hey, you’ll never know,” Hoseok says, offering a nudge.
Yoongi blinks, blankly staring at Hoseok who's all smiles when the older man shakes his head, a small smile on his face before his gaze briefly falls onto your own.
“Easy for you to say,” Yoongi throws back, taking a bite of the strudel.
You meet Jungkook's gaze, and he's desperately trying to tell you something with his eyes. You can't read what, but he's staring hard.
You can't read Yoongi, either. It's as if he was programmed to be unreadable, simply aloof and impenetrable whenever you'd try to get a gauge of what he was thinking about.
Loli is simply observing Yoongi with a wistful smile.
“Sometimes, boy,” she sighs, leaning back as Yoongi listens intently. “You need to take the first step before you decide that the door isn’t your opening.”
"I agree," Jungkook interjects, pointedly looking at you as if he was telling you to take the advice. You scowl.
Yoongi’s hand stops, the baked good idle on his plate. You keep your eyes focused on your plate, mutely nodding when Hoseok and Jungkook steals a piece each.
“Maybe,” Yoongi finally says, eyes momentarily locking with yours when you involuntarily look up. “But I’m not sure if I’m ready to take that risk of losing.”
Loli snorts, shaking her head in a wistful manner.
“Life is a losing game,” she grins, looking over at you. “So why not lose with dignity?