Scanning through the isles you find the ice cream section and begin the search for the perfect sad mood ice cream.
"Hey! Watch where you are going!" A gruff man scolds you as you had accidentally bumped into him.
"I'm so sorry, I didn-"
"Hey, your that slut from the club, aren't you!" You had been too stunned before to realize the man you ran into was the asshole who harassed you at the club.
"Please just leave me alone." You put your head down to push past him not in the mood for any of his shit, but he grabs your arm roughly spinning you to face his deprecation.
"Aw what's the matter whore, was the little boy you went with, was his dick not big enough for a slut like you?" His malicious eyes burn into yours. "I'm glad you didn't go home with me, you probably would have given me some sort of slut disease!"
You had enough.
Yanking your arm out of his painful vice-like grip you drop the shopping basket and run to your car, fumbling to put the key in the ignition. You drive home tears streaming down your face.
Not even chocolate ice cream could fix the way you were hurting, the mans words replaying over and over in your head cutting deeper into the wounds from that night, that had just started to heal. You knew what would drown out his voice. Only one thing.
Struggling to see through the tears you go to the kitchen and yank open the fridge. Perfect, a bottle and a half of soju all to yourself.
You open it letting the cap fall, before sitting on the floor against the refrigerator downing the half full bottle in one go.
Bringing your knees to your chest you sob. The empty bottle falls on its side, calling your attention away from self pity. You open the next bottle getting to your feet, accidentally kicking the spare bottle. Lazily you watch it roll, only stopping when it hits the wall near the door to the pool.
"Hmph." Your drunk mind has an idea.
You manage to get down the stairs without hurting yourself, the pool water shimmers at you invitingly.
Taking a swig of the second bottle, now only half full, you set it clumsily on the stairs and stumble to the water.
"I haven't heard from (Y/N) in a while, she must have gotten side tracked at the mall or something." Yoongi chuckles to the group.
"Yea, I feel bad not going with her though." Jimin says opening the garage door.
"Wait, that's the car she would have taken right?" Jin asks already knowing the answer. "She must be home then."
The boys push into the house and call for you.
No answer.
"(Y/N)?"
"(Y/N)!?"
They begin to panic a little, but try to think rationally, maybe you fell asleep with a movie on.
Heading to the living room, Jungkook is the first to spot the loose cap on the kitchen floor.
"Isn't this a soju cap hyung?" He hands the cap to Hoseok who nods and points at the second cap and then to the bottle against the wall.
"Oh god....... the pool door, I went swimming earlier, but I know I closed it!" Taehyung says, his words striking fear in each of their hearts.
Rushing down the stairs they assume the worst. The first to turn the corner stop dead in their tracks, the boys following them crash into them.
"(Y/N)." Yoongi approaches slowly and softly takes the now empty bottle from your hands. Sitting beside you on the end of the pool.
Your clothes and hair were soaked, you stare mindlessly into the crystal clear water.
"(Y/N)? What happened?" You don't answer him. "(Y/N)! ANSWER ME! WHAT HAPPENED!?!?! YOU COULD HAVE DROWNED!!!" Yoongi's softness for you hardening into confused anger.
Namjoon tries to calm his elder, but Yoongi storms away, giving you the first emotion you felt since getting drunk.
You had just gotten close to him, and now you fucked it up.
Tears begin to flow again. The rest of the boys huddle around you pulling you away from the water, wrapping towels and arms around you letting you cry it out.
Once you were coherent enough, you explain what happened at the supermarket, and they understand but scold you all the same.
"(Y/N), Yoongi's right, you could have drowned. " Jimin presses, "I think you should apologize to him."
"I know, I'm so sorry. I will, I just hope he'll listen."
After you sober up a bit more you go to Yoongi's room. He had locked himself in since yelling at you, and wouldn't answer any of the other's texts. It hurts you so much to know you had hurt him, and you should have just spoken up and told him what happened.
Why didn't you? Maybe you were slightly tranced after staring into the pool for so long? Maybe it was the alcohol? Or maybe you felt bad with Yoongi always being saddled with the role of protector. After all the car didn't hit you because of Yoongi, after what happened with Jimin, he was the one you ran to. He shouldn't be forced to look after you.
Hesitantly you knock on Yoongi's bedroom door.
"Yoongi? Can I talk to you?"
"You didn't want to talk to me earlier, what makes now so different?" His voice rattles through the wood, the chill in his tone just as sharp and distant as the night you had met.
"Yoongi please I'm sorry, I should have told you what was going on. I know I shouldn't have been drunk in the house alone. I'm sorry. Please just open the door." You plead desperately jiggling the knob wishing for it to unlock by some miracle.
"Why should I?" Ah, his words could give you frostbite. "Why (Y/N), why should I let you in again, if YOU won't let me in?"
Tears gather and your breath catches in your throat, because you know he's right.
It took a near tragic accident for him to open up to you, and you had established that trust with him. But by giving him the silent treatment, it voided that bond.
"I'm s-sorry-" You force out crumpling into a ball at the bottom of his doorway, face buried in your hands, knees in your chest. Agonizing sobs shaking your entire body.
A pair of hands grab your shoulders. You jump at the sudden touch, before relaxing into it as Yoongi as he envelops you in a warm hug.
Stoking your hair, he shushes you gently pressing kisses to the top of your head.
"I'm so sorry Yoongi." You squeak out, turning to face the man comforting you. His hands holding your face, tears silently run down his cheeks as well. It was a strange sight like a blue moon, from what the others had told you, Yoongi never cries, alone sure, but never in front of people.
"I need to know you will come to me when you are hurting (Y/N). I can't help you if you don't let me in." The way he speaks to you helps calm your crying.
"You shouldn't have to always be the one to help me out of things-" You protest.
"Don't you see, you idiot? I want to be the person you come to, I'm glad if you can go to the others too, but I want to help. I want to take care of you. I want to be able to wipe away your tears." His tears falling faster as he confesses to you, until he can't speak any longer, hugging you tightly. Any tighter and you feel as if you would be crushed, but yet, it's comforting.
"I promise I will come to you, and if you aren't around, I promise to go to another member. No matter what." You hug him back just as tightly.
Once the two of you had stopped being blubbering messes, you help wipe away each other's tears exchanging fond looks and intimate little kisses.
Yoongi stands up first, helping you to your feet before disappearing back into his room, reappearing with the soft grey hoodie he had let you borrow before.
"Put this on, you look so cute in it, and it's nice and soft." You hold up your arms and let Yoongi pull the sweatshirt over your head. The hem coming several inches below the edges of your shorts, making it look like you had no pants on. "Oh my god, my heart! Okay, I'm not going to make you take it off, but you look way too adorable for your own good."
"What time is it?" You ask, being drunk is like being in a black hole, 5 minutes is actually 7 hours, and vise versa.
"It's 7 ish last I looked." Time had flown by, and you still weren't completely sober. To be fair you did have at least 6 normal servings in an an hour and a half.
"You hungry?" You ask, the question more to let him know that you were also hungry.
"Yea, I think it's a good ramen night. That sound good?" You nod readily, Yoongi was hands down, the best at cooking in the house. "Okay, let's go see if the others have eaten yet."
Making your rounds the ultimate result of your survey was one of two answers. Either, no they hadn't eaten, or two, they had, but could definitely eat again.
Lots of ramen it is!
You watch Yoongi work his kitchen magic, recounting the story of what happened that day to him, from your perch on the side counter. He whirs about chopping lots of garlic, green onions, and ginger, throwing all manner of spices into the boiling pot of water. Only occasionally stopping to sip some of the tea he had made for the both of you.
The only other time he stopped was to give you a mini little kisses before quickly getting back to work.
"Okay, it's ready, but before we call the others, I need to apologies." Yoongi wipes his hands setting the towel next to you, standing between your legs, his hands on each of your thighs.
"What do you mean?"
"I shouldn't have gotten so mad at you, I was just so upset, when we were coming down those stairs my heart stopped I-i-i couldn't breathe, I couldn't bare it if gotten hurt or died. But yelling at you and closing myself off wasn't the best thing to do either, so I'm sorry." The soft hoarse rasp to his voice isn't enough to mask the gooey mess Yoongi is going to turn into if you don't cheer him up as quickly as possible. Although, a soft side isn't bad.
"Its okay, I understand why you yelled, I promise its okay." Your hands cup his face and he presses into them humming lightly.
"Thank you babygirl, promise me one last thing before the others get here." His hands settle on your waist pulling you to the edge of the counter lips brushing yours as he speaks. "The next time I tell you to be safe, please do it."
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Soft Yoongi is my kink y'all istg
As always, I hope you enjoyed the read!