Yoongi x Reader (gang!au)
69. “real smooth, tripping over air.”
14. "can't you listen to me?"
moodboard for this drabble.
You walked off the main road, leaving behind a trail of footprints in the yet to melt snow beneath your feet. It had stopped snowing nearly three days ago, yet the crisp white that littered the streets had yet to melt away into the pavement. Regardless of the snow stopping, the winter air was becoming even more unbearable and as you walked along a quieter street where few cars were parked or driving by, you began to regret ever leaving the warmth of the bar you had decided to spend New Years Eve at. The sweaty bodies and the hot breath of the drunk people at the bar had been like a heater to your ice cold skin. As the evening went on and the clock stroke twelve, you had briefly forgotten about the snow that cast over the city outside like a blanket.
Now you were facing winter right in the face, your cheeks and nose turning a rosy red at the contact of the blowing wind and your hands tried to find warmth in the pockets of your parka. In your buzzed state you had decided that walking home from a night of heavy drinking was the best idea. Minutes ago this seemed better than fitting yourself into a cab with your friend and her boyfriend, Hoseok. Plus, you had wasted the remainder of your cash on shots. You were beginning to sober up from the cold and regret burned through the back of your head in an annoying thought. All banks were closed right now as it was an hour after midnight, not to mention it was New Years Day.
Your small apartment wasn't exactly far, in a car it would take five minutes at least, but walking would take three times that. In the freezing cold, however, and with the snow reaching over your ankles, it took a lot longer. You weren't really as aware of your surroundings as you should probably be right now. Your main concern was keeping warm and while you knew of the demons that lurked in the shadows of your city, you couldn't bring yourself to care all that much. You had a pepper spray in your bag if anything happened and your phone was basically at your fingertips.
All you really wanted was to get out of the cold and into your warm bed. The night of drinking and dodging one of the many demons of your city was exhausting, sleep sounded like heaven. You turned down another street, the bar now a faint memory in your mind and a speck of light down the road. Your eyes were trained on your feet as you stomped through the snow, your body felt like it was on auto pilot as your eyes sleepily blinked away your oncoming slumber. The simple act of walking through snow was making you even more tired and you were so distracted by the creeping tiredness behind your eyelids that you hadn't noticed a black car slowly driving next to you with the window rolled down.
It wasn't until the person cleared their throat and made their presence known that you noticed the car. You jumped at the sight, the surprise of finding someone in their car so close to you making you wake up slightly. You were about to turn and walk away as quickly as you could, but the man that stared back at you wasn't exactly a stranger. He was a friend of Hoseok's whom you had run into many times at one of Hoseok's functions that your friend dragged you to. Tonight Hoseok had invited everyone to the New Years party at the bar and you weren't surprised to find the rest of Hoseok's trouble making friends there.
Hoseok and his friends were one of the many demons that lurked in the dark shadows of your city, they weren't exactly hidden, but they were secretive enough so that if you didn't look for them, you didn't know of them. You, however, were already familiar with the antics of the gang that called your city home. You weren't sure exactly what they did, you just knew that staying away from them was your best option. Only it was hard when you closest friend was dating one of the gang's members.
"Are you going to get in or what?"
You hadn't realized you had stopped walking until Yoongi hit his brakes, his car completely stopping while the black haired man stared at you as stoicly and harshly as he always did. Yoongi wasn't exactly a stranger, but he wasn't a friend either. You had first met Yoongi at the first one of Hoseok's parties you attended. He was nice enough, but that would have been the last time you had a conversation with him after you started connecting the dots of him and his friends. It didn't take much to figure out who they were exactly, and you weren't all that scared that they were the gang who caused the most trouble in the city. You were more scared of getting attached to them more than anything and so you kept your distance. Only that was hard when Yoongi appeared everywhere and at every corner of a party. And you could turn in a full 360 circle and Yoongi would be staring at you boredly in every direction. He was constantly observing you, watching you like a hawk. It sent a shiver down your spine just being this close to him now.
"No," you quickly answered, your voice rushed and monotone. Yoongi had a melancholy air about him that made you assume he was going to just roll his window back up and leave you alone for good, instead he merely blinked.
"It's cold," Yoongi voiced the obvious. You could only nod. "You're shivering," he said. "You should get in. It's warm here." So far Yoongi's tone hadn't changed much. He sounded bored and uninterested but he would have left by now if he were those things.
"I can walk," you said, your feet already taking you in the direction of your home. You were fully expecting Yoongi to possibly curse at you for rejecting his offer, whatever his offer was, but he instead followed you, his car slow and his window still rolled down all the way. No other cars were coming and you prayed at least one would so that Yoongi could get going and leave you alone.
"Y/N," Yoongi called, this time his voice was raised slightly as he tried to get your attention. "It's fucking freezing. Get in, I'll give you a ride home."
You wanted to reject him again, why did he care if you were in the cold. You could freeze to death for all you know and Min Yoongi wouldn't bat an eye. "No thanks." You replied, your pace quickening as you kicked through the snow. Yoongi's car sped up as he matched your fast pace, and you knew he wasn't going to be giving up anytime soon.
"Y/N seriously, your toes are going to fall off. Your place is on the way to mine, it would be no trouble."
You looked over at Yoongi once more, finding the expressionless face that you have tried not to look at for months now.
"How do you know where I live?" You questioned, an eyebrow raising along with your curiosity. Was he stalking you or something? You were surprised with yourself, you were more concerned with possibly being stalked rather than a gang member knowing where you live. Yoongi sighed in his car, his eyes leaving yours as he looked ahead at the road. You were both approaching a stoplight soon and Yoongi's patience was wearing thin.
"I know things." His vague answer annoyed you, you remembered the first time you spoke to him, his answers were short and to the point, but he always left a question behind every sentence, it irked you for some reason.
"You know things?" You rolled your eyes, moving them to concentrate on your feet again. Yoongi wasn't wrong, you could feel your toes curling from the cold and numbing ever so slightly. You could feel the warmth of Yoongi's car even from where you stood, but you ignored the inviting ride home and continued walking.
"Can't you listen to me?" Yoongi rolled his own eyes. "I get that you don't like me for whatever reason, but just get in the car. There's literally no one else out because this weather isn't for walking home. Y/N I'm just dropping you off a couple blocks away."
You stopped your walked again just as Yoongi reached the stoplight. The light was green but Yoongi kept his car still. He was now looking at you pleadingly, all boredom or impatience leaving his features. You wondered how much he had to care for you to continue following you and you were giving in faster than you would like.
"Fine." You walked off the sidewalk but stopped in front of Yoongi's window. He stared up at you, a smile of triumph slowly stretching his cheeks. "But just this once," you informed him. He didn't seem to care for what you said, a full smile looking foreign on his face as you moved around the car.
You opened the door to the expensive black car, a car in which you were sure was bought with dirty money. The heater was on and you sighed in relief after closing the door. You were aware of Yoongi's eyes on you as you tried to find more warmth. He didn't say anything but look away and put his car back into even though the light had turned red already.
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