Ok idk why the Yoongi drabble wasn’t showing up
but here it is! I cant find the original gif that was submitted but here’s the full text:
Ooooo I love this prompt
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“Fuck! What do you mean it’s stuck??” you yell at the door, trying the doorknob for the 20th time. The little push lock wasn’t coming undone and the door was surprisingly sturdy. No amount of shoving into it from you or Yoongi was making it budge.
“I-I don’t know! I’m gonna go get Namjoon. Don’t move!” shouts Jimin, his voice muffled through the door.
“You’re leaving??”
“Don’t worry! Jungkook’s here! Umm….well he’s passed out, but he’s here! I’ll be right back!”
You hear the door to the apartment swing closed and then nothing. Fuck. How the hell did this happen?? It was supposed to be a chill evening with your friends but Namjoon brought gin and then Jin brought Yoongi… and now you’re trapped in your bathroom with him. You scowl in his direction where he’s perched on the edge of your bathtub, calm as ever.
“You have any ideas? It’s your fault we’re in here anyway!” you say, your tone biting. You cross your arms and wait for a reaction. His eyes roll over you slowly until he meets your gaze.
“My fault? If you hadn’t been flirting with me then Jimin wouldn’t have gotten the bright idea to shove me in here with you.” He fiddles with one of his silver rings, the fringe of his mint hair obscuring his gaze. Your cheeks flush at his explanation of the events that went down tonight.
“I wasn’t actually flirting with you, Yoongi. It was only funny because I hate you,” you spit, turning your back to him.
“Mhm, right. You hate me.” Something about his tone of voice makes you a little nervous. What was he getting at?
“Um yeah….you’re a jerk,” you say, noticing the sound of him standing from him spot on the bathtub.
“Jeez, Y/N. I told you that you were annoying once! You were being loud and weird and you were super drunk. It’s not that big of a deal,” he explains. You can practically hear the nonchalant smirk in his voice.
“Oh so you do know what you did? Nice,” you say, turning to face him again.
“It was months and months ago. Relax. You’re so high strung,” he teases, running a hand through his hair.
“Relax? God you’re such a jerk.” He’s quiet after that one, save for the chuckle he gives under his breath.
“If I’m such a jerk, why were you flirting with me tonight?” His accusation makes your cheeks burn, but you know it’s all in your head. Sure, Yoongi’s hot but he’s a dick.
“I wasn’t. Jimin just likes to tease me.” You control your breathing, wondering if he’ll drop it but his gaze stays on you.
“Mhm…and last weekend? The Wednesday before? Just messing around too, right?” Your jaw drops partially at his accusations and the rest of you shocked at his memory. You can be flirty when you’re drunk, but it’s to anyone, not just him, right?
“Y…yeah…why?” you ask, wondering if he has a point to putting you on blast like this. He steps forward a little, his fingers toying with the edge of a handowel on the counter by the sink.
“Cause I think you like that I’m a jerk.” Your heart skips a beat and you realize, even if he is a total jerk, a little piece of him is right. Some part of you likes when he rolls his eyes, and scoffs at a joke, and looks you up and down like he’s doing right now.
You shake your head no and open your mouth to protest but he’s already seen your reaction.
“See? Like that. I call you out, maybe am a little rude about it, and you blush,” he says. You swallow hard, especially after you catch the smirk he’s wearing. He steps a little closer to you in the tiny bathroom and suddenly you’re wondering why the hell you can’t seem to think of a comeback.
“You blush, you can’t meet my gaze…” He dips his head a little lower, catching your eyes before you can’t help but look away. He chuckles again, stepping forward once more so your back has met the jammed door. He’s a few inches taller than you and you can’t help but feel small when he’s got you cornered like this. Why the hell aren’t you mad about it though? He takes one of his hands from his pockets and presses it to the door frame next to your head. He leans into his casual stance, watching how you tense up and bite nervously at your lips.
“And you get all cute and quiet, like you’re nervous.”
“Y…Yoongi-“
“I’m right, aren’t I?” His question catches you off guard and you look up at him, taken back by the way he’s staring at your mouth. You realize you’re biting your lip and drop it from between your teeth. He takes his hand and brings it to your cheek, his thumb moving to rub just under your lower lip.
“….and you bite your lip.” You gulp, hoping it’s not as loud to him as it is in your head. “But I like that part the best.” Before you know it he’s closing the gap between you, his lips pressing to yours firmly but sweetly. He kisses you, stealing your breath even more than he already has.
“You like it, don’t you?” You think for a second, knowing you’re already past the point of no return. There’s no way he’d believe you if you tried to lie and say you didn’t like it. You nod, letting your hands move from your sides up to his hips, gently pulling him a little closer to you.
“I knew it.” He kisses you again, this time a little less chaste. His tongue grazes at your lips and you gladly part for him. You breathe in slowly when his tongue teases your own, your grip on the waist of his rough jeans tightening. He bites at your lower lip, holding it between his teeth and slowly letting you pull away. He looks down at you, his other hand moving from the door to the small of your back, pressing you against his body. He smirks,
“The lock’s still stuck, right?”