I AM ON FOUR LITERS OF COFFEE RIGHT NOW AND IM SHAKING BUT IT'S OKAY I HEARD THERE'S COOKIES IN THE FRIDGE SO I'M JUNGKOOK RN. EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO SCARF DOWN COOKIES AND BANANAS. OH AND I DROPPED MY PHONE OUTSIDE AND A RACCOON TOOK IT. SIKKEEEEEEE DID I GET YOU? DID I CATCH YOU THERE? DID I? I DID DIDN'T I? I AM JUST GOING TO COPY AND PASTE WHAT I HAD MADE AND TRY TO FIND MY PHONE. I DID DROP IT, I JUST DON'T KNOW WHERE. OKAY AYE, THANK YOU! HOPE YOU LIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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A/N: I know these are normally at the beginning of the stories but I had to write about the first night these two had been left alone together before coming back to the hotel. I will be posting a few one shots soon :) So enjoy this for now!
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Prologue
The weekend getaway in Dubai...
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"Isn't that stupid?" Iris blurted out and everyone finally seemed to realize her presence. She swore at herself thinking out loud but went "fuck-it" mode as she finished her thought, "I mean you have fans that are trying to cope with what news Racy and you brought out with the sex tape...I mean if people catch you here you'll be screwed further and-"
"I'm sorry," Yoongi spat confused over Iris even speaking, "who are you again?"
Iris went quiet, her eyes on the ground. "A fan," she mumbled to herself.
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"You really should stop kissing around all of Bangtan," she popped slowly, "it's getting kinda old."
Yoongi's brows jumped at the unexpected sass that erupted from Iris.
Racy's eyes seemed to mimic the same shock as she slowly found herself to glare over at the woman in glasses.
"What? You going to take my place instead?"
Iris laughed. "Nah, I don't think I'm his type," she chimed cutely before smiling sweetly over at Yoongi.
"And if he's still into making out with you even after everything you've done," she said slowly, "then I guess he's not my type either."
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Yoongi glanced over at Iris awkwardly, moving in his spot impatiently as he tried his hardest not looking over at the woman who seemed to be consistently catching his eye.
Iris pursed her painted lips as she glanced over at the man just as awkwardly.
The lobby was slowly getting cleared out, everyone moving to their rooms and yet they hadn't even left for the rehearsal dinner between all the elders that were going to be attending the grand party.
"What's taking them so long?" Iris sighed out as she looked over at the clock in the huge room for about the hundredth time now.
Yoongi swallowed as he glanced over at his wrist. Remembering that he didn't have his watch on him, he hesitantly brought his arm back down and at his side again.
Both of them remained quiet and in their own heads.
He was eyeing her for most of the time spent waiting and she noticed it.
"How's Racy?"
"Who?" he immediately snapped out of his perverted gaze and Iris tried not to let any of it affect her as she moved a tiny bit closer to him.
His brows jumped at what he just mumbled back as he laughed nervously and looked forward, "Oh, Racy? Ye-e, she's not coming."
"Is she okay?"
He chuckled lightly. "Asks the girl that almost killed her?" he popped, trying his hard not to be disrespectful to the hurt girl up in her room as he forced himself not to grin, "...and me."
Iris puckered her lips.
He stared at her lips.
"Yeah sorry about that," she sang out cutely as she moved a waved strand of her hair behind her ear.
He nodded, eyeing the lobby elevator in hopes that someone they knew would pop out.
"She's just got this crazy idea that I'm out to jump your bones or something," Iris numbly let out, her hands gripped at her clutch in front of her as she rolled awkwardly onto the back of her heel.
He nodded, wanting to go back to his room bad. The idea of bringing the woman next to him up with him made him want to slap himself hard in the face. Control yourself moron, he scolded as he tried to limit his visit on nothing else but the buttons of the elevator now.
Iris went quiet again.
It felt like forever since the both of them talked again.
Yoongi licked his lips a bit, glancing over at the woman.
She seemed to look over at him as he moved to face her.
"I'm sorry about the airport by the way," he said softly as he genuinely smiled at her.
She waved him off, "It's cool...I get it, I was getting all up in your business."
"For the right reasons though," he sighed out before looking forward again, "you were right about me fucking up."
"Have you heard of phone calls?" she teased, "you didn't have to bring her here to see what she had to say..."
"I did."
"Why?"
He was getting irritated from her sudden pushing but she didn't feel bad at all. He couldn't continuously get mad at her being curious and asking questions only to go on and apologize later for snapping.
"Why would you do that for her after all the hurt she's caused you?" Iris asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Yoongi sighed, eyes shutting.
"I need to finally figure out how I feel about her," he sighed out completely broken.
Iris's eyes softened immensly at that.
"How do you feel about her?" she asked quietly. It surprised her how upsetting it was to see him in so much distress because of Racy.
He took a long while.
"I don't know yet," he sighed out, his palms shoving into his jacket pockets.
"I'm just scared that I might end up falling for her over again...I don't want to love her."
"You won't," she tried to reassure.
He smiled painfully.
"I uh," he swallowed, "I think I'm already starting to..."
"Starting to?" Iris asked, scared to hear what he meant by that.
"I think I'm starting to have feelings for her again," he said through clenched teeth.
His head and body gave out as he said it. He hated every syllable of the sentence he was about to spill.
"I'm starting to love Racy again."
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Iris moved in her spot, growing more and more uncomfortable as time flew by. Glancing over at the man who seemed to be silent and eyeing her from time to time, she had to basically move tables at the rehearsal dinner. He was still her favourite from the band after all, and having to be alone with him the entire time at this practice party was embarrassing. It didn't help that everyone would be shocked and ask him if she was his plus one...
PD Nim smiled over at Iris when he finished up with his speech and moved to sit back into his seat next to his baby daughter. It still blew Iris away over the fact that the man was rich enough to have a giant event for his child. The best I got was a pat on the back and food, not that I'm complaining, Iris piped internally, smiling at how cute the little girl was every moment she squealed.
Moving to slowly start to eat from her plate again, Iris choked a light bit when a low voice hesitantly snuck up on her.
"You avoiding me?" the voice popped out awkward, his hands moving into his pant's pockets as he eyed the girl he barely knew in nervousness.
Iris looked up at the man. Smiling over at him nervously, she didn't care about the white sauce that grazed the top of her upper lip messily. "Whaaa? Avoiding you? I don't even know you much to be avoiding you," she pointed out, moving her utensil closer to her mouth once again.
Yoongi stood there, staring over at the woman he kept trying to understand the whole night. He didn't know what it was, but there was this magnetic pull that strained his form to constantly want to be near the woman, or talk to the stranger he just stupidly talked to earlier about his feelings.
What happened in the lobby was uncomfortable. At first, he was checking out the woman in the green dress, and the other, he was hurting and confused over how Racy, the love of his life, was making him feel. Sure, many would call it fucked up to have feelings for the woman that slept with Taehyung and towed around with Jungkook...but you can't always control who you love right? And she was it, no matter how fucked, Racy was the one woman he loved. He was just afraid that she was the only one out there for him. I'm sure I'll never be able to move past Racy ever...
"We don't," he said gently, "we don't know one another at all, which is why I sense you might be uncomfortable because of earlier and-"
"I'm hungry," Iris squeaked, instantly standing up in her seat. Both had their brows jump when the back of Iris's knees accidentally pushed the chair to fall slowly onto the ground. Yoongi tried to catch it but simply accidentally grazed the higher part of her skirt. He flushed immediately, growing red as he apologized when realizing that his slight graze was actually a loud slap. From the panicking, the clap of her backside seemed to roar, creating a few eyes to look over at them.
"I am so sorry," he piped, not believing himself and exactly all that he had just done.
Iris didn't say anything. She was trying her hardest not to trip and bring the cloth of the table with her as she ran away from the man.
Yoongi cleared his throat, straightening up, he glanced over at her backside, eyeing her for a moment in her green dress only to scold himself immediately to get a grip. "That's embarrassing ahh," he muttered to himself before moving away from the scene of the crime. He had just accidentally sexually assaulted her just now. Fuck.
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Yoongi couldn't help but smile lightly when seeing the woman on the petite dance floor bouncing around with children. PD Nim's daughter included, all played around with Iris, the woman being the center of attention when it came to little boys and girls. She looked so natural and in love with children, Yoongi couldn't help but stare.
"So she's not your plus one?"
Yoongi snapped his head over to PD Nim who spoke out next to him. Smile gone and back straight, Yoongi was alert as he tried to pretend he was staring over at the side bar where they gave out fancy lemonade. PD Nim however, saw right through the oblivious act.
"Cut it out, it's okay to come with a date," the man laughed, his eyes teasing as he glanced between the flustered man and then back at the woman in the green dress.
"She's not my date," Yoongi said lowly, jaw clenching a light bit at the misunderstanding screwing up at this party. Many familiar faces and voices had come to him with the same assumptions and at first it was shocking, now it just got annoying, "she's not my type," he snapped lowly, crossing his arms over his chest as he tried to remain tough and upright.
"Why not?" PD Nim asked, chuckling lightly as he looked over at his daughter laughing away as she played with Iris.
"She's..." Yoongi licked his lips, swallowing lightly when seeing Iris smile down at one of the boy's who tugged at the ends of her dress to catch her attention cutely, Yoongi tried not to let any of the adorable view get to him, "...I'm not her type."
PD Nim snorted at that. Watching Yoongi snap out of his gaze once more, he saw the awkwardness pour into the silver haired man. "Yoongi she's your fan," PD Nim sighed, "of course you're her type."
Yoongi nodded slowly at that. "Right," he said gently, "I forgot she was a fan."
"Is that a bad thing?" PD Nim asked confused, trying not to admit that he saw so much more to Yoongi's glances he had with the woman. It was beyond the woman looking amazing...there was something behind the stare that PD Nim couldn't quite understand.
Yoongi could sense the slight teasing still in the man's voice. He rolled his eyes, harshly letting his words slip. "She's just a fan," the silver haired man let out, "she'll always just be a fan."
PD Nim's brows jumped at that as Yoongi grinned a light bit over at him as he cockily strided away and over to the bar he had used as an excuse from before.
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"Unnie?"
"Hm?" Iris hummed out, smiling sweetly over at one of the little girl's that danced with her by her legs.
"If Jungkook oppa and Y/N love each other," the little girl sang out, cutely looking up at Iris curiously as the rest of the children and Iris listened while dancing, "...they came together so if you and Yoongi oppa came together does that mean-"
Iris's brows jumped.
"Yoongi hyung and you love each other?" a little boy piped, tugging at her dress.
Iris laughed nervously as she hastily shook her head. "Oh no no, we're just here together because his date bailed on him...and my date bailed on me." She grumbled the last bit, remembering waiting for you for a long while only to have you not show up. Not understanding what could have happened, Iris didn't have the chance to go up and see since Yoongi had been getting spammed from worried calls. Practically forcing her out of the lobby, both had awkwardly arrived here only to spend as much time apart from one another. But the little encounters they did have confused the both of them, constantly making one another red and bumbling.
"Oh okay," the little boy sang out, smiling instantly, "I didn't really like Yoongi hyung that much anyway."
Iris snorted. Ruffling at the child's hair, she crouched down before all of them as she spoke over to them all playfully. Feeling uncomfortable in her own skin, she felt the feeling of someone watching her, when letting her eyes gaze over around the crowd of bodies dancing, her smile faltered a tiny bit when her eyes met Yoongi's that instantly widened and moved away from her. She watched his form that was once leaning against the bar, turn around when she caught him staring.
Swallowing, she asked the children to continue dancing as she straightened up and excused herself. Watching as they got distracted from the song changing, Iris move swiftly and confidently towards the bar. Trying not to break her composure as she went to grab a glass of filled lemonade, she could practically hear the muscles in Yoongi's back moving tensley together.
"You know," she sang out quietly, "a grown man staring at children for long periods of time isn't always a great mix..."
Yoongi's brows creased as he looked over at the amused woman who stood next to him.
"People might get the wrong idea," she popped out, smirking as she took a light sip of her lemonade.
Yoongi watched her drinking her lemonade. "Well I wasn't looking at the children," he said as he faced his head forward and slowly put his glass to his lips, "I was checking you out, nothing new there."
Iris choked on her drink, the sourness stinging the insides of her nose as she practically snorted in the drink. She was so much in pain to not notice Yoongi smirk a tiny bit to himself as he drank the rest of his glass.
"You were what?" she asked breathless, innocent eyes gawking over at the man instantly.
"Nothing," he said, face back to being straight and intimidating as he stared at her dead in the eyes.
Iris swallowed lightly when seeing his gaze fall onto her lips. It wasn't the first time this night, but it definitely wasn't going to be the last time. She just knew...
Watching the man walk away, she tried to compose herself as she stared back over at the children that were all in a line looking over at her.
She flushed at them all trying to hold in their cute little laughter.
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At one point, BTS's songs played and people were dancing and talking away through it.
Yoongi's eyes casually found Iris. He couldn't help but smile as he watched her by her table, lip syncing undercover as she moved her arms subtly around in attempt to fulfill the dance moves. She's a fan...It was an adorable sight for the man. A sight and woman he couldn't look away from.
No matter how hard he tried the entire night, he couldn't look away. Why can't I just stop staring over at her?
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Iris smiled at the sight of PD Nim's daughter dancing away with one of the boy's that had been a part of their dance party earlier. Seeing them cutely join hands and move to the slow song that slowly echoed through the party, there weren't many people still at the rehearsal. At this time of night, many were simply tired and moving to spend intimate time with the ones around them. Her eyes softened over at PD Nim and his wife holding one another as they danced. It was nice to see all these souls coming together in the simplest form.
"Wanna dance?"
Iris groaned internally. It was hard for her to imagine that she would ever find her bias's presence annoying, and yet here it was, she found Min Yoongi's presence the absolute worse. She sighed as she looked over at the man who was awkward and yet so calm all in one.
"I can't dance," she said gently, staring back over at the front as she focused away from the man that stood next to her by the sidelines.
Yoongi swallowed, blinking slowly as he stared over at all the couples on the floor. "I uh," his upper lip twitched, "I'm sorry for tonight."
Iris slowly looked over at the man that didn't glance her way at all. It looked almost...hard for the man.
"I accidentally touched you in a way which I doubt you wanted," he said gently, growing awkward as he moved his hands into his pockets again, "...and I wasn't exactly the greatest later at the bar as well."
Iris moved her arms at her chest as she pursed her lips from smiling. She nodded lightly. "It's fine," she said lightly, biting at her inner cheek for a moment as she collected her thoughts, "I'm sorry too."
Yoongi finally looked over at her at that. Eyes meeting for a moment before both shyly looked away, Yoongi waited for her to continue as he let his neck arch back a slight bit, his form looking incredibly sexy from Iris's eye of vision. Her fragile fangirl heart couldn't take it...
"I pushed you into admitting what you did at the lobby," she said lastly, trying not to cringe over him admitting to being in love with Racy.
"Let's not talk about that."
"You're going to meet up with her later," Iris said shrugging, "you going to tell her?"
Yoongi's jaw clenched and Iris pursed her lips immediately. "Sorry," she squeaked, panicking, "it's not my place to be asking or intruding." All she remembered was how he had rudely reacted the last time she tried to advise him. Let's not go through that again, she mentally reminded herself as she refrained from opening her mouth.
Glancing over at him awkwardly, she watched him grow even more awkward and tense. Feeling her elbows sweat, she was confused over the uncomfortable and weird spot but didn't pay attention to it as she focused on what she was about to suggest. "I, l-let's dance," she piped, smiling over at the man hugely as she moved her hand out for him to take.
"I can't," Yoongi said lightly, swallowing lightly and feeling completely out of it now.
"We'll teach one another," she chime cutely, smiling over at the man as she wiggled her fingers and moved more onto the dance floor.
Yoongi licked his lip a light bit when seeing her bottom lip curve upwards. Slowly taking her hand, he let her guide him onto the floor. Watching her awkwardly laugh when trying to touch his shoulder, he didn't know what got over him when he let his free hand move instantly to her back. Pulling her towards him, she stumbled, close to crashing straight into him, her breath hitched loudly. His intense eyes simply moved to her lips that were parted and suddenly begging for air, before having his vision dart up to her shocked and nervous eyes.
"I apologize," he said gently, moving his hand up her back so it wasn't dangerously hovering near the lining of her bottom half. He watched her refrain from shivering when he moved his hand.
"Hm."
"What's your major?" he asked gently, knowing the woman was in school.
"Art studies and History," she said lightly, trying not to stare over at the man's lips as they softly started to sway to the music.
No room for actual teaching, both just remained close to each other as they moved perfectly together.
"You like art?"
She nodded, smiling, "which is why I probably like you so much."
"You like me?" he asked, brows jumping.
Iris panicked, laughing breathily, "ahh, well yes, as a fan," she emphasized, feeling her cheeks flush as she awkwardly twitched near the man.
"Mhm."
"Yeah," she let out gently, eyes meeting his beautifully deep ones.
She pursed her lips as they moved and his hand kept trailing down her back as they spoke. She would awkwardly and cutely bring his hand up, only to have it move down again. She was redder than ever as his fingers almost slipped into the back of her bottom half. Not knowing whether or not he was aware of this and doing this on purpose, she couldn't help but feel insanely warm.
"You look really nice tonight," he said gently, eyes warm as he stared at the way she did the makeup around her eyes, "your eyes look beautiful and full with your glasses...but without them, you can really see the little curve by the ends of both...it's almost like they're frowning." He was smiling dazed near the end, studying the shape of her eyes with such care as his brows creased. Her face on its own was an art piece to him, one look from her could give someone totally different messages and perceptions.
She could change a world with just a glance or glint of her eyes. It was a beautiful thing to pay attention to or recognize...
"Thank you," Iris whispered, eyes soft while staring at his genuine expression.
"For you," he said lightly, smiling, "...any time."
Iris's brows furrowed a light bit at that. Watching as the man nervously cracked a smile when realizing all that he had been saying, he slowly slipped his arm away from the woman. Glancing over at his feet move back from her, he chuckled but it didn't meet his eyes.
"This was nice," he said lightly, bowing over at the woman politely, "I hope I didn't offend you too bad tonight."
Iris shook her head lightly as she bowed awkwardly back, "it's alright, I'm pretty hard to offend."
Yoongi smiled at her sweetly at that.
She smiled back at him, watching him move his hand at his neck as he slowly moved away from her like a boyish heartthrob.
"I'm ready to leave whenever you are," he slowly assured, "I'll wait."
"You better wait for me," Iris teased, not wanting to be stranded at the party full of strangers. No matter how sweet, she just wanted to be back at the hotel so she could sleep.
"Of course," he said chuckling, "I'll wait for my date."
Iris's eyes snapped from the dance floor and over at the man quick. She was surprised she didn't snap her neck out and kill herself in the process as she let her gaze meet the man who smiled warmly at her.
"Huh?"
He laughed, "it's just for a night," he waved off awkwardly, "I'm sure being my plus one for tonight wasn't that bad?"
"Y-Yeah."
"Great," he piped, smiling nervously.
"Great."
"See you outside?" he shot out, pointing over at the exit.
"I uh," Iris was awkward and cute herself, "I thought we were going to wait for a while..."
"Oh right."
"We can go now if you want I-"
"No, no, if you want to stay for longer I mean I-"
"No let's go."
"You sure?
Iris nodded.
"Okay, I um, I'll go get our driver," Yoongi said gently, not knowing how they could go from smooth and kind to awkward and nervous all in the span of thirty seconds.
"Kay."
"Mhm," he hummed out and half-squeaked as he turned his back on the woman and moved away from her. His eyes were wide as he moved away from her. Not understanding the feelings in his stomach, he groaned internally.
Let's just get to the hotel, sleep, go back to Korea, and everything will be back to normal. She's a sweet girl, don't get me wrong...but another second with Ivy might just kill me.
Yoongi cringed one last time before moving to find the man who brought the two awkward duo to the party. He planned on this night being the final night for him and Iris to ever be near one another in such an intimate manner.
She's not my type.