Buttons {BTSxReader}

Chapter Eight

By the way your eyes were darting all over the porch, it seemed to him that you were on the verge of walking out on the man you lived with. Your boyfriend.

Even when the two of you went inside to empty the groceries, Jimin only sent glares in his direction.

He wouldn't push you, though. He knew that you needed your own time and it wasn't his place to pry into your personal life. If you wanted him to know, you would tell him.

"Why don't you go take that mail up?" He asked, trying to ease the thick tension. "I'm sure Yoongi would enjoy some company in that small apartment of his."

You moved your eyes to the man in front of you.

"You think so?" You asked. "I don't want to intrude on him."

Taehyung smiled widely, his head shaking.

"Don't worry about that." he popped. "I know for a fact that Yoongi will love having you come over."

You nodded slowly, eyes moving to the stairs that led to Yoongi's upstairs apartment.

"Then I guess I'll go give him his mail."

The young chestnut-haired male nudged you playfully.

"I'll see you later?"

You grinned.

"Yeah. Maybe we can do this again sometime."

"For sure."

You watched as he sent you a wink, before turning on his heel and walking back to his car.

You rolled your eyes affectionately as you began to make your way up the metal staircase, hands clutching the small envelopes that contained your neighbors mail.

Your knuckles hesitantly met the wood of his door, giving a few hard knocks to the mahogany.

A silent curse was heard from the other side, then a small crash and a loud yell of annoyance.

You couldn't stop the snort that escaped your mouth as Yoongi opened the door, his hair disheveled and his eyes wide as he looked at you.

"What do you-Oh. It's you."

You smiled at him.

"It's me." You stated. "Do you usually react this way when someone knocks on your door?"

He glanced around for a few brief moments before his eyes landed back on your form.

"I know this is hard to believe, but I am not used to people. " He whispered playfully.

You giggled at his words, enjoying how comfortable he made you feel.

"I had no idea." You whispered back. "My lips are sealed."

Yoongi chuckled, straightening his posture and leaning against the wooden door frame.

"Did you need anything, hot neighbor?" He asked.

A blush crept up your cheeks at the term of endearment. hands slowly outstretching.

"The mailman delivered your mail to us." You stated.

Yoongi raised his eyebrows, scowling at the small piece of paper you held.

"Thank you." He said, gently taking the paper from your hands.

You nodded your head, glancing around nervously.

"Well, you can get back to doing....whatever you do."

The silver-haired man smiled at you, opening his door a little bit wider.

"You wanna come inside?"

Your eyes widened slightly at that.

You certainly weren't expecting him to actually invite you inside.

Your brain was malfunctioning at that moment.

You didn't think that any harm could come out of it. Even though you had only known Yoongi for a short period of time, you trusted him enough to know that he wouldn't try and pull anything with you.

Besides, you still needed some time away from your brooding boyfriend. It may be nice to get to know the mysterious man that lived above you. He seemed nice enough at dinner the other night and you were genuinely interested in learning more about his music.

Jimin's face flashed across your mind as you opened your mouth to accept his offer.

You knew how he felt about you being around other men...and you were trying to rebuild what little relationship the two of you had.

You knew that you wouldn't be happy if you found out that he went into some random woman's house.

"I don't think I should." You answered honestly.

A charming smile etched across Yoongi's face, his eyes rolling he outstretched his hands, pulling you inside by your wrist.

You gasped loudly at his actions.

Yoongi laughed, his hand settling on your waist to steady you.

"You don't have to worry." He chuckled. "I won't tell your boyfriend."

Your brows furrowed as you pulled away from his grip.

"I-I'm not worried about tha-"

"Sure you're not." He interrupted with a smile before turning and walking towards the kitchen.

You huffed out, crossing your arms over your chest as your eyes scanned over the room.

Yoongi's apartment wasn't at all how you imagined it to be.

It was cozy and warm. He had made it into a very nice living space and you could definitely tell how much effort he put into making his home nice and clean.

You had expected it to be dark and a little messy, after all, he was still a man.

But it was the complete opposite.

A grand piano rested in the corner of the living room and you smiled when you saw it.

You approached the large instrument.

You could tell that Yoongi spent a lot of time "tickling the ivories". The keys were worn down slightly, but that didn't take away from the overall beauty of the instrument.

"Do you play?" Yoongi's voice asked as he approached you, two steaming cups in his hands.

You shook your head, chuckling.

"Not very well." You stated honestly.

Yoongi smiled, handing you a cup of coffee.

"I could teach you if you want."

You furrowed your brows.

"You would do that for me?"

"Sure!" He said. "It's not like I have anything else to do."

You titled your head.

"Really?" You asked. "I thought you needed to work on your music."

Yoongi shrugged.

"I can always do that after our lessons," He said. "Besides,"

You watched as he leaned closer to you, eyes never leaving yours.

"I like spending time with the hot neighbor."

A/N,

I'm so sorry that this took so long and that it sucks, but school is kicking my butt and I just get so tired so easily.

The burn on my arm hasn't healed yet either. Which means I'm in a lot of pain when I write. 😪😪😪

Please understand if I can't update as quickly as usual.

Thank you.

I love you.

Bye!

-Max