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Min Yoongi • Ice Cubes

Flash. Flash.

Min Yoongi was striking constant poses for his CeCi photoshoot, doing well I'd say.

No smiles, just serious sexy looks that would drag any fangirl or boy along screaming "AESTHETIC!"

I'd be one of those people though.

Even though I'm a staff and a stylist, I can always dream, right? Besides, I'm only 2 years older.

Oh well.

"20 minute break! Eat well!" The photographer announced.

I smiled at the gesture Min Yoongi had done, yawning instantly and slouching, relaxing his body as he walked lazily over to the food chair.

"Great job, Suga-ssi~~" I came over to wipe any sweat or smeared makeup. The air conditioning had broken recently so we had to deal with the 80 degree heat in September.

"Thank you." He said formally.

My heart jumped at his raspy tired voice.

"Can I get you anything to drink, honey?" I said in an elderly sister way.

"Water with ice cubes would be nice--- And you don't need to calm me that." He smiled tiredly, touching the side of my hand with his narrow, long index finger.

"Sorry, sir." I bowed and smiled, walking off to retrieve his beverage.

I didn't have to get him things-- No one really did. Most of the women and stylists did it to relax the idols in order to make sure they were stress free, so the idols knew they were taken care of well.

I dropped the solid cubes of water into the glass of H2O, mixing it to crack the ice a little in the liquid.

"Here you go, sir." I handed him the cold glass and began starting on his makeup touch-ups.

"Y/N." He quietly said, and grabbed my hand lightly.

I looked over and kept a friendly smile.

"Suga-sai, you know it's inappropriate to address me by my first name." I chuckled.

"Y/N." He repeated with a deeper look into his eyes as if he were serious this time.

"Are you all right?"

.

"Are you all right?" He asked worriedly as I stood in shock of what he said, hoping it would be a camera prank. But also hoping it wasn't at the same time.

"Did you hear me?" Yoongi asked, holding the sides of my arms gently.

"I really care for you, Y/N." He stared into my eyes while holding my cheeks with the palms of his hands, "I like you! And it's difficult to learn to befriend someone, despite having feelings!" He scoffed a smile of proudness and shock towards himself.

"How did I even gain these feelings for you, Y/N? Maybe it's the way your beauty stands out to me. Maybe it's the way you're the only staff employee to show up early just to bring in food for all of the members. You really care for us."

I looked down at my feet in shame.

"I'm sorry.. If I seem to pressure you in anyway. I should really start thinking of how you feel and not let out my feelings-- It could really cause an issue. I apologize." He mumbled, bowing then turning around awkwardly.

I grabbed at the bottom rim of his shirt and turned him around.

"I wish I could kiss you." I gazed into his eyes.

Grief, guilt, and worrisome swam through my blood as I thought of the possibilities that could happen if I did.

"You can." He spread his lips then curves them upwards into an attractive smile.

"I can't-- Fuck it." I grabbed his satin shirt collar and lowered him down to my height, kissing his moist pink lips the way I had dreamed of happening.

It felt like a dream right now-- I could say or do anything and I would forget later, no one would care. I felt like I could fly now-- Maybe die too. But it felt.. Exciting.

Our lips departed, my heel returning to the floor off of my toes, and his shirt collar unwrinkled from my warm grip.

"I want you could be mine, but we both know you really can't." I forced a weak smile, my dreams crushed at just reminding myself.

"I really admire how realistic and mature you are."

"I'm nowhere near mature-- Cross that off of your list, Min Yoongi." I chuckled.

"I don't care." He pulled me into a surprising hug.

You don't really see the famous Min Suga pulling people into his own hug or liking the hug itself everyday.

"I wish I could sit on you." I frowned, suggesting another random thing.

"Maybe you can."

"Ah.." I smiled, closing my eyes and suffocating my face into his shoulder.

. . .

"Wait, what then hell did you just say?" My eyes widened greatly as I pulled away to ask.

"Wha'? Nothin'."

"Oh, okay." I shrugged and suffocated myself again.

"We'll figure this out, okay?"

"Okay."

"Okay, Y/N." He mumbled in that tired voice.

"YO, SUGA--" We both quickly stood apart from each other in the most obvious way and stared at the intruder.

"--You're up in 3 minutes...." Namjoon trailed off awkwardly.

"Y-Yeah, I'm coming." Yoongi glared.

"Cool....."

"Yeah.."

"So, what is this Min-Y/N, or something?" Namjoon wriggled his eyebrows.

"Shut up, I'm coming." Yoongi bumped Namjoon's shoulder and left the room to go back out for his 'shoot.

".....It's totally Min-Y/N." Namjoon shot at me.

I laughed.

"Totally."