sidewalk talk (3tan) | myg
title: sidewalk talk pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay rating/genre: pg ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au, ; slight angst/fluff summary: a glimpse of what happened during the last timeskip in “stay (the weekend, pt. 2)” warnings: nothing major. just many thoughts<33, and yoongi<333 note: surprise! so technically this is an april fool’s prank bc this isn’t 3tan6 !! that’s right: this is 3tanS, the drabble before the next part :D if you haven’t gotten around to three tangerines yet, i highly encourage you to read the series first since this is from the same universe :D it would make more sense! word count: 2.6k drop date: april 1st, 2022, 7:17pm est
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“Then good luck walking outta here.”
You would’ve had a reply if your lips weren’t suddenly, beautifully burdened by Yoongi’s. Shocked, your eyes fly open before slipping shut, and he slowly wraps an arm around your waist before you do something that has your mind screaming.
A hand reaches out to slightly push against his chest.
It’s a mystery why you did such a thing but, as Yoongi leans back, you quickly remember the reason behind your hesitation. Technically, he’s the one that brought it up.
The reason is stupid.
But you blurt it out anyway.
“Actually, about walking...”
“Hmm?”
“I wanna do that first.”
Yoongi blinks once. “What?”
Giggling upward, you brush off his expression. “Just for like, ten minutes! I’m all bloated and everything.”
“Wow,” he drones, making you laugh even more. “Really?”
“Yes, really! Get up, ticklish, I’m gonna put my shoes on.”
His eyes scan your face for any source of hesitation and, when they don’t find any, he relents. Sitting up, he keeps his stare on you as you follow suit. “As long as you know I don’t give a shit what you look like right now,” is what he finally replies with as you stand.
Damn him. He isn’t helping!
Your response is aimed toward his living room. Because you can’t let him see the way you react to his words. “I know, but. Still.”
It doesn’t take you long to cross the open area to retrieve your shoes. As you’re putting them on, you think about the other reason why you wanted to pause.
“How much longer do I get you?”
You were starting to catch things.
Things that were filling you up and filling you up fast.
So there had to be a buffer. A splash of cold water—not unlike the one Yoongi doused you with just hours before. You had to take a breather and meet up with reality for a moment, and going for a walk could be a good step. Or five thousand.
You make to stand when a pair of sneakers cross into your peripheral.
Snapping your head up, you see Yoongi simply waiting next to you, hands and head stuffed into a dark hoodie.
A little stunned, you ask, “You’re going, too?”
He only nods.
Frankly, you didn’t expect him to join you, much less let you go walk in the first place. You just expected him to object, or stay inside and do his own thing.
But he didn’t validate either of your assumptions. In fact, Yoongi’s being incredibly accommodating.
Is there a reason he’s joining you?
But, more importantly, would there be anyone out there that could see you? Does he know people around his complex?
Most likely not, but people in his complex could know him. You won’t be able to hide if someone recognizes him.
But... He seems chill about it all. Maybe he’s already assessed everything and deemed it okay.
“Okay… Only if you’re sure.” You smile without teeth before opening the door. “It won’t take long.”
Yoongi just huffs as you both make your way outside. “Depends on what long means.”
You watch him lock up before turning, wondering which way to go from his entrance. On one side, there’s just the corner that leads to the parking lot, and on the other it’s a long corridor with more doors.
“This way,” Yoongi murmurs as he passes, and you start walking with him down the longer path until you get to a sidewalk and open space.
Maybe it’s good he’s accompanying you; you have no idea where you’re going.
Yoongi’s complex isn’t the biggest, but it’s got a decent amount of acreage. Looking around, you notice that there are a lot of winding walkways, and a few small benches dotted around trees and open grass. The smell of recently used grills and fresh air tickles your nose, and you realize that it’s a decent night tonight.
“This place is nice,” you comment, seeing a pool area come into view. “Do you ever walk around?”
“Sometimes.” He looks over his shoulder before facing forward again. “It clears my head.”
Nodding, you realize that you both yet again have something in common. Back in university, you used to take walks whenever you needed to mentally reset, or if you were struggling on studies and needed a moment to recharge.
It’s so interesting to wonder if you both took walks at the same time for the same reasons, cities and experiences and lives apart.
There’s a bend in the sidewalk before you’re brought in front of the swimming pool fence, and you run your hands along the links, watching the submerged light illuminate the water into a lovely teal.
“Same,” is all you decide to offer, though you want to tell him so much more. “Especially if it’s nice out.”
You hear rather than see his smile as he responds, “I’m the opposite.”
“Why?”
A single shrug. “I dunno. Walking in the rain makes me forget.”
Typical. You probably could’ve guessed if you thought about it a little bit longer. Huffing out a chuckle, you note, “You can get sick that way.”
“Did you?”
“Me? When?”
Yoongi’s quick to answer as he glances around, and your skin heats in response,
“When you came the first time.” His eyes are bright with mischief as he smirks. “You were so wet.”
“Shut up!” you whisper with fake bite, shoving his shaking shoulders in embarrassment. Yoongi definitely chose those words on purpose and it fucking worked like a charm. “And no, I didn’t.”
“I’d like to think I helped with that.”
Your groan leaves your mouth before you can stop it. “God, are you always this cocky?”
When he winks, you crumble. “You love it.”
What is happening? How is Yoongi talking about everything so freely? It’s one thing to mention anything that happened between you in private, but you’re outside. In a public community area. Surely he has to be conscious about what he’s saying.
But he has been looking around pretty often since the two of you walked out. Maybe he’s paranoid about the same thing you are and just reacts in his own way.
“Whatever,” you throw out as a shoddy shield, turning away and focusing on an upcoming playground. “You’re just lucky I’m in a good mood.”
“I am.”
The chirps of nighttime bugs ring around the grassy areas, and they take you back to when you were a kid, spending time outside for hours at a time with your brother and friends.
Sometimes you wish you could go back. Back to less responsibilities and worries and more carefree fun.
But other times, you think that some things wouldn’t have turned out the same had you redone them. Like if you never challenged Yoongi when you were kids to the point where everyone else told you both to shut up, what would things have been like now?
Would you have ever been bold enough to correct him when you were both older and he turned into the boy he did? Would you have looked at him differently on basketball courts instead of just another one of your brother’s nice friends?
Quite frankly, you forgot about those childhood moments until now, and you can’t help but laugh in disbelief, wondering how you never realized how often you and Yoongi existed together.
“What?”
You turn to grin at him, knowing that if you had forgotten, he certainly had, as well.
But you say what’s on your mind anyway, because the mood simply calls for it. “Do you remember our pretend food stands at all?”
“Like on the street?”
Your eyebrows lift in surprise. “Yeah.”
Yoongi aims a burst of mirth at the ground before giving you a slow, lopsided smile. “Why do you think I call you a hustler all the time?”
You break into laughter with him, suddenly remembering exactly why you two got into it back then. “Oh, my god. I was annoying as hell.”
“You were! You would say shit was one price then change it up. I could call you out a million times and you would deny it.”
Grinning and filled with nostalgia, you shake your head. “Who let me graduate in business? They fucked up.”
“I dunno.” Yoongi just puffs air through his nose. “But I don’t think you would’ve given them a choice.”
“True.”
The conversation peters out in a smooth way, letting comfortable silence and more reminiscence settle in its wake. Incandescence lights the pathways and the sides of buildings; voices glide out of an open window; a cat darts underneath some bushes a few paces away.
To your surprise, there’s an older couple walking along another sidewalk, and someone else taking their dog out donned in a fluffy robe.
And, just for a second, you don’t feel like you’re doing anything wrong. You’re not hiding anything. Strolling through a complex with Yoongi in plain sight is simply a normal occurrence that wouldn’t raise any eyebrows.
But then it passes once you realize you’re too comfortable.
So you wanna spark another conversation to avoid any negative emotions.
“How long have you been here anyway?”
“Uhh.” Yoongi looks up in contemplation, and you can’t help but think he looks really attractive with his hood stretched upward. “Moved a couple years ago. I don’t really stay in the same spot for long.”
“I still remember when you lived with your parents.”
“Oh, yeah? That was ages ago.”
Your question coats the top of a nearby bench. “How are they?”
“Good,” he says instantly, and you wonder why you assumed he didn’t know. Maybe that thick layer of privacy he has built around his bones still skews your perception of anything about him. “Still busy as fuck.”
“Seems like everyone is nowadays.”
“They still have Holly, too.”
“Holly?” you yelp, covering your mouth when the robe lady looks your way. Remembering the little fluffball of happiness, you try your absolute hardest to contain your joy. And even though you can tell Yoongi’s keeping in his pitied laughs, you don’t care.
Lowering your voice, you bubble with excitement, “I demand a visit! Or pictures!”
He simply smiles, and you think he isn’t gonna grant you either of those things until he says,
“I’ll send you some next time.”
In everyday life, that sentence wouldn’t mean so much.
But, to you, it feels extremely significant. And you have to stop your heart from banging against its cage to get to his.
There’s a few more small convos as you make your way around the sidewalks, with Yoongi leading the way and you taking in all the new scenery. Some buildings you recognize as ones you passed already but, for the most part, he’s kept the walk pretty fresh.
However, he’s still checking over his shoulder from time to time. You’re starting to wonder if he’s getting antsy from being out here with you for so long.
Well.
The second of peace you had earlier was nice.
Expression falling, you stop your strides and regretfully offer, “Hey… We can go back inside if you’re worried someone’ll see us.”
Yoongi pauses as he looks at you, his head slightly tilted and some orange strands slipping under his hood. “Huh?”
“You keep looking around,” you murmur, chest clenching as he walks up to stand in front of your still form. “I just thought…”
“Just a habit, doll,” he murmurs back. “It’s not you.”
“Okay.”
He brings a hand up to lightly touch your chin, and the gesture paired with the location launches your mind into a frenzy.
That was proof enough.
Even though Yoongi turns and keeps walking, it takes you a few seconds to recover, jogging to catch up to him after you do.
Suddenly, there’s a playground you come up to, housing a seesaw, swingset, and a little climber structure that leads up to a tall slide.
Instead of walking past it like you did all the other rest areas, you decide to step into the encampment, heading straight towards the large steps at the base of the climber.
And, like he’s done the rest of the night, Yoongi simply follows, letting you do your thing without objection.
The crunching of pebbles under your feet brings back another flurry of memories, and you start to feel even more nostalgic than before. The paint on everything has faded with age, just how you imagine your own self to appear.
“I miss playgrounds,” you sigh as you sit on the second to last platform, watching Yoongi lean against a blue plastic slide a few steps away. “Always got excited when we went.”
“I could see that,” he replies. “You look like it now, too.”
“Do I?” You curve your mouth up a tad. “I’m not even doing anything.”
“I know. It’s cute.”
Shaking your head, you ruefully laugh to yourself, caught up in the moment with him and feeling a bit how you felt at the start of this year.
Except now, there aren't as many questions and uncertainties. No tension from not knowing. Just you and Yoongi, alone and out in the open and allowing things to happen as they come.
The only thing that remains the same is the space between.
But as much as your heart wants that distance to be nonexistent, you understand why.
And it’s okay.
Above you, the stars aren’t quite visible due to the various streetlamps around the area, but you still look up to admire them from lightyears away. The feeling you harbor while gazing up at those twinkling lights simply cannot be replicated, just like watching fireworks from a balcony with someone you wish you had.
Someone that just seems to get you.
Someone that feels like a breath of fresh air.
…Someone that had apparently closed the distance while you were lost amongst the sky.
As you feel a warm heat surround you, you look down and don’t expect what you see.
When did he…?
With both hands holding each pole beside you, Yoongi leans down until his face is level with yours, the top of his hoodie almost grazing your forehead.
“Yoongi…?”
You can’t exactly focus on the way his eyes roam your face, or the way a slight breeze caresses the back of your neck. You can’t even truly focus on the way your hands grip the hard material of your makeshift seat.
Not when you’re scared that someone could see you. Both you and him in a pretty compromising position.
But when Yoongi’s lips make contact with yours, you realize that you don’t care about anything else anymore.
Because he’s kissing you.
Outside.
And apparently not giving a single shit.
Exhaling through your nose, you lean into his movements, pure starlight bursting from your chest as his tongue glides along your mouth. Restless fingers move up to clutch his sweater, and you miss the way his hands tense against the metal poles.
You don’t know what spurned Yoongi to do this, or how he can possess the audacity to even follow through, but you’re in complete shock. And the surprise tricks your body into feeling lighter, your movements quicker, your tongue more eager.
Which makes him groan when you dart yours into his mouth, licking around before you nick his lip.
His reaction is to kiss you deeper than he ever had before swiftly pulling away, leaving you with swirling eyes and a heaving chest.
Yoongi’s expression appears shrouded and smug. “I thought you came out here to walk, doll.”
Walk?
Oh.
Right.
Humming, you respond, “I did, didn’t I…”
“Uh huh.” He zeros in on your slightly parted lips before flicking his gaze back upward. His voice is impossibly deep up close, and you don’t know if it’s from exhaustion or something more. “So you done?”
You know exactly what he’s implying.
And quite frankly, you’re ready to run back if that’s what he wants.
But you still pretend like you didn’t catch on, wanting him to keep going.
“Guess I am,” you whisper.
“Then come on.”
“Hm?“
Turns out, you get exactly what you bargained for.
Because for the first time since you stepped out of his apartment, Yoongi finally caves and doesn’t let you make any other decisions.
“Come on then, doll. I’m not done with you.”
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A/N: SDFJSLFHSD OK SO... i hope it was worth the mini-heart attacks and whatever else this caused LMFAO this was just the drabble i was telling y’all about !! 3tan6 is another beast entirely and i’m steadily getting through it :D i just had this idea one night and thought it would be super cute to share with you all :’))) A/N 2: seriously, thank you so much for all of the support. i know i say that a lot but i truly do mean it. your thoughts and theories and inspiration mean the world to me and this series wouldn’t have even been a thing if it wasn’t for you. so i will keep thanking you with all of my gd heart. i love y’all so much. ++ feedback box: ⇥ of course, any reblogs/comments/messages are appreciated! ⇥ for the ones that are too shy to reblog with a review, comment on this, or send a message, i went ahead and made another anonymous form where you can send in what you think! ⇥ no emails collected, no need to put in a username. it’s literally just a comment dropbox :D feedback can be as short/sweet or as long as you’d like! ⇥ here! ++ ⇥ masterlist