Yoonaasa - Forever Rain

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Shy Admiration

Yoongi/Reader

Co-workers to lovers, basically strangers to lovers.

Summary: You always found Yoongi to be quite cold with others but he shows you a different side to him when you bump into him in a different environment.

Taehyung and Chaeyoung are mentioned and make small appearances.

This is a lot longer than my 320 word Drabble lmao! This is just over 2000 words so if it’s not for you understandable! Also I wrote this around 12:30am last night so 🥺 if things don’t make sense ignore pls

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Sighing as you flag down the bartender for another Vodka and orange, you settle further onto the cushioned stool. Sipping your new drink, warmth runs through your body, replacing the cold chill that began to creep in. Debating whether or not to leave your friends drinks and escape to the sanctity of home, a familiar man sits a few seats away. Tilting your head and stealing glances at the man, you aren’t surprised when he turns in your direction, sensing your gaze on him.

You are surprised however to see that the mystery man is your infamously withdrawn coworker Min Yoongi. He doesn’t really look like he belongs in a place like this, but you suppose neither do you. Although you had turned your attention back to your drink, it seems the tables had now turned, and you feel his gaze boring into you. Fair is fair, you supposed.

Even though you had been cube neighbours for a few months, the amount of times you had interacted were limited. He was, well is intimidating, often refusing to eat lunch with the other staff, cutting them off shortly with a sharp retort about wasting his time with mindless gossip, and generally keeping to himself. While that wasn’t a bad thing keeping to oneself, he takes it to an almost isolated level. You think the only person you have seen him have a genuine conversation with is Kim Taehyung in HR, but let’s be honest, Taehyung is a social butterfly and if anyone could befriend someone like Yoongi it would most definitely be him.

Your phone flashes, distracting you from the thought of Min Yoongi. Glimpsing at your phone, your close friend Chaeyoung has sent you message from the dance floor.

‘Come dance with me!’ it reads.

Contemplating how likely it is that she’ll just drag you to the dance floor anyway, you hop of your seat drink firmly in hand. As you turn to make your way to the dance floor you come unexpectedly come face to face with Yoongi. Eyes widened you take a step back to create some distance from the man.

“Didn’t expect to see you here.” His voice deep and richer than the few times you had heard him speak. Yoongi was adorned in a black silky shirt and tight skinny jeans, looking unapproachably hot.

“Well, I could say the same.” You retorted, feeling a little off balance and wondering if you almost colliding was a coincidence or if he came up to you for a reason.

“Kim Taehyung dragged me here.” He defends, exasperation floods his features. “Told me he knew a place that stocks great whisky,” He shakes his head, as you take a moment to take in the long strands of hair swaying artfully. “What he didn’t mention was that it was a club.” Yoongi’s brow furrows as though tricked.

Yoongi’s gaze fixates back on you as he comes back from his thoughts, moving closer to lean on the bar. His eyes drink you in, it’s as though he’s never seen you before. Dressing in loose business casual attire does nothing for your figure so you always enjoy the reactions of your colleagues on the rare occasion they spot you out and about. And while clubbing isn’t an activity you entirely enjoy, you do know how to dress for the occasion and look fantastic, if you may say so yourself. He raises an eyebrow as to say your turn.

“I was convinced by my friends to come here.” You shrug, leaning against the bar yourself. “They all left me here at the bar for the dance floor or others though.” You huff again, the thought of your friends abandoning you dampening your mood, as you tip back the rest of your drink. Facing Yoongi, as you place the now empty drink on the counter, a pout makes its way to your lips.

Chae and her message are long forgotten as Yoongi occupies your attention. His eyes flick down to your pout before coming back up to meet your eyes. Your own eyes snap away to avoid his stare, face a slight pink from the attention or maybe it was the alcohol affecting you.

“You have bad friends.” He grumbles, glaring out into the dance floor as if to pinpoint your friends. It’s kind of endearing that he’s worried about your choice of friends. “Unless my company is that bad that you’re pouting?”

“My friends mean well!” you defend, fidgeting with your outfit. “They just get distracted easily, but they always check up on me!”

Yoongi moves again and you can feel his warmth against your side, the smell of his cologne making your head spin. He whispers against you “And my company?”

Your cheeks flush as you turn away, his front now pressed to your back. He chuckles a little at how nervous you seem. “It’s nice.” you mumbled, flustered from his proximity.

His long hair touches your neck as he leans forward, lips against your ear. “Hmm, what was that?” you can feel him smirk against you, teasing you.

You turn to face him making sure he hears clearly. “I said your company is bearable.” Your flustered state giving way to a more composed you. A small teasing grin makes its way to your face, as you take in the way his eyes widened at your sudden switch in confidence.

Yoongi seems as though he had to do a software reboot, still for a second before he gives you a soft smile. Your heart beats faster, and you have to scold yourself not to focus too deep into the sweet look he’s giving you.

“If you can bear my presence for a little longer,” he shifts slightly moving to sit down on the seat next to where you are standing. “I’d like to get to know you better.” His cheeks are dusted pink, and you get the feeling he doesn’t say that often.

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A little while longer turns into a few hours talking away, getting to know each other. You obviously work in the same building, cubical neighbours after all. Yoongi talks about his dog, Min Holly, bringing up pictures to show you of his adorable toy poodle. He also talks about his friend group, which happens to include Taehyung, what a surprise.

You in turn talk about your friends who normally do not abandon you in clubs, your own pet, and hobbies. You’re a little shocked that he hasn’t zoned out after the ramble you went on about your interest in the solar system and how Pluto should have remained a planet, but he remained attentive until you had finished talking.

You check on your phone, turning it over to see it has been quite a while since Yoongi first approached you. Wincing as you also spot the many missed call notifications from your friends. If they knew you were speaking with a man at the bar, they would roast you so bad about not wanting to come out initially. You giggle a little at the thought.

“What’s going on in that mind of yours?” Head tilted towards you, curious. You look back towards Yoongi, just taking him in for a moment.

“I didn’t imagine my night turning out this well.” You respond, suddenly feeling contemplative. “What about you?” Slyly spitting out a question of your own, “Did I make your night, more bearable?”

He hums, pausing to sort out his thoughts. “Hmm, let me think on it,” Yoongi jokes. “I’m glad Taehyung decided to bring me here.” His cheeks pinken a bit, his eyes turning down to face the floor. “But I’m definitely, glad I spent some time with you.”

Your pulse races, at the thought that he enjoyed spending time with you. Feeling a bit bewildered that he rejects most of your co-workers attempts to get closer to him and yet approaches you, plants a small seed of infatuation in you. You could admit that Yoongi was beautiful, he was smart and a hard worker to boot, but his hard exterior was intimidating to say the least. The last couple hours with him have changed your perspective on him.

“I…” your phone buzzing cuts you off, as you hurry to answer it. “Hello?”

“Where are you?! I’ve been trying to call you for the last half an hour!” ahh Chaeyoung.

“I’m still at the bar.”

“Wait what?! We left that club an hour ago!”

“Well, no one told me?”

“We messaged you, like twice that we were leaving! Why haven’t you picked up your phone!”

“I…”

“Never mind, we are headed back to my house. Are you coming?”

“I, yeah ok. I’ll see you there, ok. Bye.”

You look at Yoongi, a little disappointed to end your conversation but not wanting to worry your friends.

“You have to go right?” His eyes look at you in understanding. You nod, pouting again. “Do you mind waiting for me to gather Taehyung?” Confusion is evident on your face. “It’s late out and I don’t want you to travel alone, I can call an uber and drop you off before going home.”

You open your mouth to try and refuse, but you are cut off yet again. “Y/N I’m not letting you go out alone in the middle of the night.” You think it’s the first time you’ve heard him say your name, and it surprises you into silence. He takes your silence as acceptance and leaves to corral Taehyung from the dance floor.

Yoongi comes back to you sitting in the same spot, an intoxicated Taehyung in tow. “Good girl.” He huffs out, frustrated with the lack of cooperation from Taehyung. Your face glows red and Yoongi stores your reaction in his mind.

“Princess!” Taehyung has noticed exactly who is at the bar, and he shoves Yoongi out of the way to give you a hug as Yoongi growls at him in return.

“Uber’s here, we are dropping ‘princess’ off first and then going home, understand?” Yoongi looks at Taehyung exasperated. He hmphs as both Taehyung and you nod in understanding.

The ride to Chae’s was quiet, Taehyung having fallen asleep halfway through and Yoongi seemingly content with the silence. As the car pulled up outside her house, Yoongi asked for your phone, and you assumed he needed to make a call. When you got your phone back you noticed he added his number to your contacts and looked up at him a bit dazed.

“Let me know if you need anything ok?” He looked slightly abashed but not at all regretful. When you agreed, a gummy smile appeared lighting his face up. It made him look so much softer and you were glad it was just you who got to receive it.

As you separated ways, you noticed the car was still there having not moved. As the door opened and Chaeyoung greeted you, out of the corner of your eye you saw the car drive away. The thought of Yoongi waiting until you were safe in her house was sweet and made your heartbeat faster.

Yoongi remained in your thoughts well into the night, and you huffed to yourself that he was dangerous shaking your heart up and taking up rent in your mind. A thought occurred to you as you were settling into bed. Would Yoongi know who was leaving cute handwritten poems on your desk? You settled that thought for now, tiredness getting the best of you.

The image of his gummy smile and pink cheeks stayed with you until you drifted off to sleep.

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genre: fluff

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warnings: none except a tipsy, flustered, pouty yoongi

pairing: Yoongi x female!reader

summary: you’re @ namjoon’s wedding and yoongi doesn’t want to admit he’s tipsy

Yoongi had been gone for 20 minutes already. A little too long for a road to the bathroom and back. You weren’t getting bored or anything. Namjoon’s wedding was too beautiful to allow anyone to not enjoy their time in the warm room with rustic decoration, even if it was just by sitting at the table and listening to the music, making a little conversation with the people around.

But the longer the chair with the beige velvet cushion remained empty, you wondered where Yoongi had gone.

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You keep missing each other.

Literally and emotionally. Just as you go on your trip, Yoongi's promo season starts. There's lots of press, photoshoots, and somehow, even more press events to go to. Of course you both try to talk - sending each other quick texts, "hey, I'm in the middle of something, will call soon" or "sorry I missed you, I'm trying to finish early so we can talk, will text soon". But you're both knackered and when you're awake, he's asleep. So no matter how hard you try to coordinate, nothing lines up. That is until today.

"Can you hear me?!"

"Hi, yeah, where are you?!"

"New York!" You yell, followed quickly by the screeching noise of something metallic. Yoongi's heart stops in his chest. "Shit.....there goes a trashcan!"

"Oh, thank God;"

"Poor trashcan."

Yoongi laughs, the sound filling up your chest even through the thicket of the New York city cacophony.

"I don't really care about the trashcan, jagi"

"I care. Look at all that....trash." You say, almost sadly. He smiles a little, unscrewing the lid of a water bottle in the car on their way to a photoshoot.

"Weirdo."

"Whatever. Do you remember those desert things we got from Zabar's last time?"

"The cinnamon rolls or the chocolate rugelach?"

"Rugelach! That's what it's called!"

"Are you getting some?"

"Yeah, just walking down Amsterdam. Where are you? Have you eaten?"

"Seoul still. Jiminie was kind enough to take me out."

He wiggles his eyebrows in Yoongi's direction, yelling out a quick, "Miss you, mate!" You reply the same with equal fervor, knowing you'd do some variation of the Woo Young Woo friendship handshake if you could see each other. Yoongi loved that about you - how easily you got on with his friends, how seamlessly you fit into his life.

"Lucky bastard. I wanted to take you out."

"You get to take me home. That's the dream."

"I know right? How do people even go outside? Ugh, I hate outside."

"Same. When do you land?"

"You can't come."

"Why not?"

"Because your beautiful face causes a frenzy, darling. So stay home. I'll meet you there."

"But....."

"No, but. I am not in the mood for camera flashes and high pitched screaming."

"It's not that high pitched."

"It sounds like one of those old internet modems rebooting.

"Oh my God. Do you remember how fucking slow those were? Shit. Do not miss that."

"Yeah, you couldn't use the phone while you were on the internet. Good old days."

"You're a dinosaur."

"You're one to talk, hyung!" You hear someone yell out, probably Taehyung or Hobi. "You're so ancient we should carbondate you!" Someone else screams in the background, probably Namjoon, from the pretentiousness of the comment.

"Shut it!" Yoongi tells them firmly. You chuckle, adding, "Says the guy who looks like an ahjussi when he's typing on his phone!"

"That was one time!"

"Sure, sure."

"It was!"

"I believe you."

"Hey, I gotta go."

"Me too. Text me when you can."

"You too. Bye!"

"Bye!"