BTS Yoongi X Reader 방탄소년단

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"I like you" Yoongi states casually.

My eyes widen in shock at the words from the boy. Shaking my head in disbelief, I face the maknae line. Yoongi's breath feels very close to my neck as he whispers "I like you alot". Shivers crawl down my spine, goosebumps surfacing on my pale skin. I turn to face him.
"Ne?" I stutter. Oh god. He's just inches away.
"Nothing". Suga moves his face away from mine and starts to stand up. I look up at him in confusion. Shaking his head, he brushes me off and walks to his room- slamming the door as he goes.
"I... wait what?" I exclaim to myself, utter shock enveloping me. So I stand up.

"Oppa...? I'm coming in" I announce, turning the door handle slowly.
"Wait." I hear a muffled voice from the other side, stopping me open the door. It slowly opens, revealing the messy mint haired boy staring back at me with exhausted eyes. I push the door open further and walk into his cluttered room. Music sheets lie on the floor and the dark room is illuminated by the computer screen. I rush to turn on the lights. The room itself was quite bare, Yoongi's side at least. His plain taste and messy lifestyle taking over his comfort. Worried, I look towards him, only to see his body swaying. I grab him, supporting his body. A faint chuckle comes out of him. "I never thought you would be grabbing me in this manner, I pictured something else"
Slapping his arm, I drag him to the bed. "Don't move" I order, running out of the oak frame. Everyone's head snaps towards me as I ran into the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cupboard. Giving them a crooked smile, I fill the glass with water and run back to Yoongi's room. In the same spot, Yoongi pops his head up when he hears me. I run and give him the water.
"Drink" I order, placing the glass in his frail hand. He drinks it quickly.
"Thanks. I'm okay" he whispers, chuckling to himself.
"Don't do that to me" I sigh, shakily taking the empty glass away from him. He flashes a gummy smile.
"Sorry, forgive meeee?" Yoongi sings, offpitch. I nudge his shoulder.
"Okay but, seriously.. Take care of yourself, pabo"
"Y/N" Suga whispers
"Hmm?" I hum back, turning my head.
"Nothing, thank you" he sighs, rubbing his forehead. I nod. With that, I stand up to exit the room. A cold hand wraps around my wrist, spinning me around. There stands Yoongi, pulling me towards him. I blink at him, unsure on what was happening. Slowly, the boy wraps his arms around my waist and presses me against his body.
"Thank you, thank you so much" words spill from the innocent boys mouth. I pull away and give him a strange look.
"You're welcome...? For what" I chuckle. Blinking, Yoongi's eyes trail over the look on my face. Shivers creep up my spine again as Suga licks his lips. I take a deep breath in.

Hoseok walks around the living room, thinking through what was currently going on. "Wait, so Yoongi-hyung likes Y/N? And he's going to confess to her today? You're all on the same page? Does she even know?" He asks, scratching his head in confusion. The others nod their heads simultaneously. "Riiiiight, why am I the only one who didn't know?" Jhope frowns.
"Hyung, how did you not know?" Jungkook teases the elder.

Hazel, the most magnificent colour of eyes I peer into. Sugar like pale skin complimenting each of his features. His lips, a rose tint, entrancing me. Messy mint green hair, all over the place, yet perfectly falling on his face. He's the idea of perfection, the meaning of beauty, an Angel. How does someone so perfect feel this way for me? Gently, he tugs me closer towards him, resting his arms securely around my waist. I look up at him, unsure of what to do. A small smirk press on his face as he tilts his head. Yoongi leans in.

"Listen up, we need to cook. Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin... Come here." Jin orders, getting his game plan together. The maknae, assuming they had done something very wrong, slowly shuffled towards the man. "I need some mushrooms, here. Take my precious hard earned money and buy some ingredients. I need Strawberries, whipped cream, ice cream and chocolate. Go! Run!" Jin threw some money at the boys and shoved them outside. "Namjoon, please make the living room like more presentable and spray the place. Smells like a zoo of teenage boys up in here" he tuts in disgust.  With that, Namjoon runs around, frantically towing things into baskets. "Hoseok, can you fry these vegetables whilst I chop the chicken? Oh, we need to boil some pasta! Okay, you chop the chicken very carefully- No chopping off fingers. Then, using this seasoning, just rub it on the chunks. Then, chop the mushrooms once the boys get back. We also need to get some wine, preferably white as we're cooking a cream dish. So, please run downstairs and pick that up. I have some in storage. Go!"

His shallow breath lingers over my lips, hesitating before swooping in for the kill. Gently, he gives me a peck on my lips. I can't breathe. Firstly, my heartbeat is so irregular one might think I'm going to have a heart attack. Secondly, I wish he kissed me more. He tastes like cherry, and his lips felt so nice. There's no time to waste. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders and running one hand through his hair, I pull him him closer and kiss him back deeper. Releasing all of my true feelings, I passionately kiss the boy until my lungs run out of air.
"I.." Yoongi hums.