synopsis | Tell everyone you know, Love Is... On Tour! Popstar!YN is set to start her sophomore world tour with her new hit songs, sparkly outfits, and talented live band. There are 352 days of this tour, which means 352 days of YN and her new bassist, Yoongi getting on each other's skin in every way possible.
pairing | bass guitarist!yoongi x popstar!reader
genre | enemies to lovers, slowburn
note | not posted in order
main masterlist | spotify playlist | requests are closed
FIRST LEG: ACROSS THE US
mister cute guy with the white jacket
that one time popstar yn surprised everyone by inviting her live band’s bass guitarist with her on stage for a performance.
have you ever tried this one?
that time popstar!yn and bassist!yoongi had a very intense staring contest throughout the whole concert.
from your point of view
that time bassist!yoongi thinks popstar!yn is not that versatile when performing her songs. (alternative: that time bassist!yoongi made popstar!yn cry— unintentionally!)
an awful good girl
that time in december of their tour where popstar!yn sang while sitting on santa’s lap. (but who’s santa anyway?)
cont.: santa, tell me
that time in december when popstar!yn and bassist!yoongi agreed to do something.
what do the lonely do at christmas
that time when popstar!yn found herself on bassist!yoongi's bed on a cold December morning.
THE LATE LATE SHOW TAKEOVER
that time in december where popstar!yn takes over the late, late show along with her band to celebrate her ep’s release. (alternative plot: that time yn interviewed her bassist, yoongi live)
AFTERPARTY: quite an impression
that time when the afterparty left quite an impression on the not-so-friendly relationship between the popstar and her bassist.
cont.: bad idea
that time where popstar finds herself in a strange situation with her bassist right after the afterparty.
SECOND LEG: ACROSS ASIA & AUSTRALIA
PICKUP THE PACE
that time when the tour resumes after a month-long holiday break and you and yoongi are not really talking.
anyone but you
that time on tour where the popstar would talk with everyone in the tour except her bassist, Yoongi. the one she cannot stop thinking about.
all i really want
that time where popstar is getting haunted at february.
a simple complication
that time on tour where the tables have turned and yoongi won’t even try to speak with popstar.
say goodnight and go
that time when everyone seemed to be doing something on valentine’s day and the popstar and her bassist have all the time with their single asses.
when did you get hot?
that time where popstar is showing her producer/bassist her new song and yoongi feels hot.
clock is tickin'
that time on tour where both popstar and yoongi keep on slipping.
man on willpower
that time on tour where popstar tries to understand how her bassist can be on willpower.
THIRD LEG: EUROPEAN TOUR
run down my thighs
that time popstar performed tears for the first time.
the boy is mine
that time when rumors about bassist!yoongi went around that popstar!yn cannot really stop herself from addressing it.
wanna try out some freaky positions?
that time popstar!yn is on her tour’s day two in paris, and fans are wondering if she’s finally doing the most requested position of all time. the one that may require her bassist (and rumored boyfriend), yoongi.
posting more soon
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plot | When you accidentally conditioned your friend, Jungkook, through your favorite coffee candy.
w.c | 1730
genre | fluff, humor, slight angst, fwb
warnings | mentions of sex
pairing | jungkook x medstudent!reader
note | once again written from my own swamp of academic-related activities
main masterlist | playlist
"Oh my god."
With his sweaty chest rising up and down, Jungkook rested his back on your headboard. His eyes rested on the view in front of him. Here you are, catching your breath while your eyes remain closed, still getting off from the high. With your desk lamp being the only source of light in your room, it's a wonder how your face glows in Jungkook's perspective. Your damp hair sticks to your face due to sweat, but Jungkook cannot help but smile like a fool. He feels like a million-dollar lottery winner.
Lucky is an understatement.
Hesitant at first, he lifted his hand to softly tuck your hair behind your ear. Just to see your pretty face more. You slowly opened your eyes, a smile forming on your lips before shaking your head.
"What?" you asked, confused by his silence and the intimate feeling from his stare.
He smiled, "Nothing."
You rolled your eyes, shaking your head again, before getting yourself off his softening cock, "You always act like I'm the best fuck of your life every time we do this."
You are. He almost said it out loud, but instead, a low chuckle escaped his lips as you reached for something in your bedside drawer.
His brows scrunched together. "What's that?"
"Coffee-flavoured candy." You handed him an unwrapped piece before popping one in your mouth.
He nodded, playing with the candy in his mouth, "Oh, that's why you tasted like coffee!"
You laughed, playfully nudging his arm, "I always have them lately to help me study. Reviews online say they can help me stay up."
Jungkook watched you get up from the bed and put on your discarded clothes on the floor. You reached for a worn-out scrunchie while gathering your hair. You were in the middle of studying earlier when Jungkook came to "just hang out", which usually means him watching videos on your bed while you read books on your desk. But for some reason, within ten minutes after he arrived, you found yourself on his lap while he planted kisses all over your face down to your neck.
"You're still gonna pull an all-nighter?" he asked.
You nodded, tying your hair into a loose bun, “I have to if I want to pass my exams.”
“The exam is like…” Jungkook paused, counting in his fingers, “Nine days from now.”
“Yeah, that means I have less than two weeks to study why Jung and Freud stayed in that room for thirteen hours.”
Jungkook tilted his head, frowning. “Wait, who are those guys anyway? Are they ancient lovers?”
You groaned, collapsing into your desk chair. “God, you’re ridiculous.”
“I mean, I’m not the one studying for a psych exam. I’m just here for the…” He reached for another candy on your bedside table. “...benefits.”
“Please don’t take all of my candies, Jeon.” You spun around with your swivel chair, already squinting your eyes at him. “It’s kinda expensive, I won’t be able to buy them again until next week.”
His brow raised, “How ‘bout I’ll pay you back–”
“Nope,” you clicked your tongue as you began turning the pages of your notes.
“Then, I’ll just buy you–”
“Please stop offering to buy me stuff, kind sir. It won’t happen. Just please don’t eat all of my candies,” you mumbled, now gradually giving all your attention to studying.
Silence slowly took over your room as the only thing that could be heard was your pen being dragged by you on your reviewer. You remained focused, whispering the words you were reading unconsciously. Almost forgetting that there is a naked, tattooed guy on your bed, who already has his eyes on your most recent “sweet indulgence”. But as soon as you heard the sound of a candy wrapper in your background, you turned around.
Jungkook, who already popped the sweet treat in his mouth, just smiled cheekily at you, “Don’t worry. I promise this is my last one.”
It wasn’t.
Jungkook later learned that you have that candy every day in your bag. How did he learned that, one might ask. Because just a day after that night, you gave him a piece after a short make-out session in a bathroom of a frat party.
Then, a couple of days after, you handed three of them while he was still recovering from a backseat car fun you two had. He was still in his post-nut clarity while you were already getting your purse to get something. Jungkook remembered how his heart skipped when you wordlessly placed the candies in his open palm.
Another time was when you stayed in his house for a day, “just wanting to chill”. But after getting bent over his kitchen counter for more than ten minutes, you casually left five candies on it before going to his shower.
It was sweet, Jungkook thought, like an intimate routine that you two don’t have to talk about. You didn’t really say anything about it whenever you gave it or left it for him. And he didn’t really bring it up.
Until today.
You ran your hands down your skirt, smoothening out any wrinkles that may have resulted from what you and Jungkook just did in the farthest shelves in the library. You fixed your hair and pushed back your eyeglasses, the ones you only wore on campus when you’re too stressed to wear lenses, preparing yourself before leaving the area. Jungkook already left five minutes ago, you asked him to. To avoid looking too obvious and suspicious to everyone who is still in the library at this late time.
“Good night, Joan,” you waved at the grey-haired lady with a metallic ‘LIBRARIAN’ name plate pinned on her right chest.
She only nodded, not bothering to look up from the books she was checking. There’s a relief in your body as you slip your books back into your tote. It wasn’t the first time you and Jungkook had pulled something reckless; there were worse places.
By the time you stepped outside, the cool night air blew on your skin. There he was, leaning on his car with his arms crossed over his chest. He has a stupid grin on his face that makes you roll your eyes as you walk up to him.
“Please promise me we will never do it in that place again,” you said.
He chuckled, “Why? I thought you loved it, you were whining–”
“Shut up!” Your eyes widened, stopping him from whatever he was going to say, “Libraries are like my sacred place. I don’t want journal articles staring at me while I’m getting rammed.”
Jungkook smirked, unbothered by your glare. “Fine, fine. Libraries are off-limits from now on.” He stepped aside, opening the passenger side door for you, voice dripping with fake politeness. “Your carriage awaits, milady.”
You slid in, clutching your tote to your lap, already thinking about your schedule for tomorrow, from your first exam of the day to your work shift later. He joined you on the driver’s side, humming something under his breath as he started the car.
For a while, there was only the sound of the engine and the faint buzz of the radio. Then he glanced at you during a red light and opened his hand, presenting his palm.
“So?” he opened and closed his hand.
You frowned, “So… what?”
“Candy?” he simply replied, like it was some coded word.
And you were too tired from studying and the other stuff in the library, you couldn't process what he just said, “Candy… what?”
“My candy. Where’s my favorite coffee candy?” he replied, once again, opening and closing his free hand.
The car moved forward again as the light turned green, while you were still processing what he said. Then you let out a laugh, a loud one. You had your hand on your stomach while you threw your head back. Like he just told you a hilarious joke.
It was Jungkook’s turn to be confused this time, “What, babe?“
“Oh my god. Do you actually expect me to give you candy every single time we have sex?” you chuckled.
Jungkook simply nodded, “Ah, yeah… It’s like our deal?”
“What deal?”
“Every time we have sex, and if it was good, you’ll give me a piece. And if you really liked my performance, you’ll give me two or three.”
Your eyes widened with his explanation, and our jaw dropped too.
“Performance?!” you repeated in an unbelieving tone. “Jungkook, you sound like you’re auditioning for a talent show. Do you expect me to hold up scorecards after?”
He tapped the steering wheel, still smug. “Wouldn’t mind getting a ten out of ten from you then.”
You stared at him, equal parts horrified and amused. “Oh my god. You’ve actually been keeping track of my candies.”
“Of course,” he said, like it was obvious. “That time in my kitchen? Five candies. That means you really loved it, right?”
You buried your face in your hands, laughter spilling out despite yourself, “Oh my god, I accidentally Pavloved you. I conditioned you.”
“I don’t know what the fuck that is, but I just know you are giving the candy because you like me– my performance,” he quickly reminded himself. “And, I like it… It’s our little routine. It’s cute.”
You paused, looking at him for a few seconds. Jungkook can feel it from his peripheral vision. Something shifted in the air, but Jungkook heard you groan before the sudden change of air suffocated you both. You rummaged through your messy tote bag until you fished out a crumpled, almost flat candy and handed it to him.
“Here, happy?”
“Yeah, thank you so much. I love y– it!” Jungkook bit his tongue before snatching the sweets in your hand.
You only nodded, turning to face the window. You weren’t stupid; you’d heard his slip-up, just like he’d never know it was your very last candy, the one you’d been saving for long nights studying because you still had to stretch your money until next week. Your fingers tightened on your tote strap as he popped it into his mouth with a dramatic yet satisfied sigh, grinning like you’d given him gold. “Best part of my night,” he whispered, and you almost answered mine too—but instead, you just watched the streetlights blur past, letting the silence thicken between you.
note | written from my own swamp of academic-related activities
main masterlist | playlist
JK
u up?
You
yep
i'm studying
exams tomorrow
JK
:(
can i come over
You
yes but don't be a distraction
JK
u know i can't help it 😪
You
🙄
i'm busy stop texting me
JK
will be there in five
You
door's open no need to knock
JK
see u 😉
Maybe you should have just pursued a course in creative writing... Or maybe culinary arts. Maybe something connected with baking. You love baking, right?
Maybe if you picked a college program based on your hobbies, you have better sleep. Maybe you are happier. At 11:51 PM, maybe you are already sleeping soundly on your bed, next to your emotional support stuffed toy, with your favorite weighted blanket on your exhausted being.
But you didn't. You can't.
So here you are, sitting in a swamp of written notes, books, and colorful post-its (that you haven't found any helpful use yet), having a crisis over your career choices.
"You want this, YN." you remind yourself, shaking your head.
Your digital clock on your study desk just ticked the time to 11:52 PM. It has been almost three hours since you began your planned all-nighter for tomorrow's exam.
"I want to cry." you sighed, your forehead softly hitting your desk. "But I don't have the time for that."
Groaning, you opened one of the textbooks you borrowed from the library. You tried to process every word you came across. But considering that you went straight from your eight-hour shift from your part-time job, you only managed to comprehend half of the sentences you read.
"I wish I was born as a nepo-baby."
Another random thought rolled off your tongue instead of understanding where the hell the spine of the scapula is. Admittedly, you find it hard to locate the muscles in the human body when you only have a 2D version of it. But you don't have those 3D models that can help you to learn and remember better, so you will settle for pointing your index fingers at flat images on the book pages.
"Trapezius... Acromion... Deltoid..."
Reciting the muscles in the familiar tune of "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star", you began pointing to certain areas of your body. It was one of the studying techniques you have been using since you were younger. So far, it's helping. You keep doing it for the other parts.
"Subscapularis..."
But the longer you sang, the words slowly rambled in your tongue and your eyelids got heavier. You were so close to drifting away until you heard the familiar click of your door. Your head snapped up instantly. You hear his voice greeting your roommate who's probably watching her favorite show in the living room.
"Pizza and ice cream. Want some?" you heard him offer.
He brought food?! Of course, he did. He's Jungkook. For the first time since you sat in front of your study desk, a smile formed on your lips. Shaking your head, you just read your notes again. It didn't take long for your bedroom door to open. The scent of a freshly baked pizza filled every corner of your room. And there, you see him coming in with a smile on his pierced lips.
"Oh, hello, gorgeous."
Jungkook was surprised to see you already looking at him when he entered your room. Usually, he would find your nose dipped between your textbooks when he visits during your study sessions.
You rolled your eyes at the nickname, "I know, I looked like a mess right now. Just give me my prized pizza and ice cream please."
He laughed, not because he agreed with you, but because you are always quick to turn down his micro-flirting. He sometimes thinks that it keeps him grounded.
"And you got the coffee ones! This is why you're my favorite hookup buddy." you quipped before kissing his cheek, elated by the ice cream he got you.
"I'm honored. Thank you." he replied, before getting a slice of pizza.
Both of you know that you don't have any other hookup buddy. You're not that adventurous. It's just something you joke about.
"How's the studying going?" he asked before sitting on your bed.
"Shit." you shake your head, tired. "But this ice cream makes me feel a little better."
Jungkook smiled at that. He listened as you went on telling him about something that happened in your shift earlier today. But he ended up studying you. Because contrary to what you said earlier, you are too pretty, he finds it distracting. You were tired, it's written on your face. But the way your eyes light up as you share your story makes your face glow. With your desk lamp being the only light in your room, it perfectly highlights the small smile on your lips after you take another spoonful of the cold dessert.
"Why did you come here anyway?"
Your sudden question snaps Jungkook out of his daze. He cleared his throat.
"I-I'm bored and you're up."
He was not bored. In fact, he missed a party he was invited to tonight because it has been four days since he last saw you. He was busy with his training and practice, while you were working two jobs and studying. You two were just texting each other these days and with how rare you reply during the daytime, he knew that tonight is probably the best time to see you.
You sigh, "I told you, I'm studying for tomorrow. I can't do anything with you right now."
"And I didn't say we have to do anything. I'm just happy to be here. I'm like little Bear right there." he replied, pointing to your stuffed toy who was sitting next to him.
"Okay, I'll go back to studying. Is that okay?" you asked, putting on the lid of your half-finished ice cream.
He winked, "Of course."
Jungkook is that person you probably know for too long. Like, someone you should have met only once or twice or occasionally. Not like this, in which you see each other almost every day.
When Liz, your roommate, introduced you two to each other during some Halloween party, in which you came as Dorothy from The Wizards of Oz and he was Peter Pan, you did not expect to start any kind of connection with him. You remembered thinking to yourself how exhausting it was to have him around with how he seemed so full of energy, not knowing then that he also enjoyed the same little things you did. You two became real friends after bumping into one another in a record store an hour away from your uni.
Because you feel that you two always stood on opposite ends of any scale. You were a reserved working student with introverted tendencies while on the opposite, Jungkook is a known varsity star, who's rumored to be a CEO's son (He is. He admitted it to you), on campus with a charm that works for everyone. Just like how great he is at playing basketball, he is equally good at socializing and making new connections. That charm definitely worked for you a year ago because one thing led to another and now, he is in your bed, casually scrolling on his phone.
"Why do you have a camera with you?" you broke the silence after reading for god knows how long. Yet, you are unsure if you picked up anything from it.
He looked up, reaching for the camera bag he brought with him earlier, "It's a new one, my dad brought it to me as a gift."
"For what? Your birthday was like three months ago," you asked even though you already had an answer in your head.
"I helped him with some documents," he replied, knowing that you would say something after.
"Spoiled." you teased him.
"Haters gonna hate," he responded with a sassy roll of his eyes, you laughed. "Anyway, I'm kinda testing it out. So, if you don't mind..."
He placed the camera in front of him, aligning its viewfinder to his left eye. You put the back of your hand under your chin with a tight smile on your lips, posing. Click. A shutter sound and a bright flash followed. You see Jungkook look down at his camera to check the outcome. A small smile forms on his lips.
"You have too many pictures of me," you told him.
Every single time you two are together, he takes a picture of you. You don't really mind even though some shots are candid. Some of the pictures of you he took are the only ones you have on your Instagram. He's good at it, but sometimes, you worry you will get used to being his muse.
"I'm thinking of making an exhibition out of it." he said.
Sensing his sarcasm, you ride on with it, "Yeah, you can title it with something like, The Life Of An Overworked Twenty-Something Student. I looked exhausted in all those photos. An ugly, dry potato."
"I think you look pretty in all of them."
And it didn't help that he complimented you a lot after taking pictures of you. It just scares you that you feel a light feeling in your stomach when you see him smile after taking a shot of you or when he calls you gorgeous or pretty.
But instead of letting the giddy feeling show, you just smiled, "Of course you do, you're sleeping with me. You will always find me attractive."
It was almost an hour later when Jungkook paused the video he was watching on his phone to once again try his camera. A camera nerd, he was watching a clip about his new camera's settings. Of course, he was in his earphones so that he wouldn't get to distract you.
After modifying some parts of the settings, Jungkook placed his camera in front of his right eye, ready to capture another picture of you. But before he could click the button, he noticed your shoulders shaking.
His right eyebrow raised as he slowly put down his camera.
"YN?"
He heard you hiccup before humming, "Hmm?"
"YN, can you look at me?" he asked since you kept your back turned to him.
"Not now, I'm busy." you sobbed, failing to hide from Jungkook.
He frowned, getting up from your bed, "YN, baby..."
"No, I said-"
Before you could continue denying, Jungkook already pulled the swivel chair you were sitting on closer to him. You covered your face with your palms since you hated crying in front of anyone. Jungkook tries to remove it softly but you shake your head.
"Please, let me see your face. It's okay," he whispered while his thumbs drew circles at the back of your hands. Finally, you listened and let him hold down your hands.
"Shh..." he hushed you, wiping the tears on your cheeks. "What's going on? Are you okay? Is there any way that I can help you?"
"I-I cannot remember anything and I'm just so tired." you broke down, feeling the exhaustion from both studying and working finally creeping up in your body.
"Then, take a break. Let's nap." he offered, knowing how much you need it.
You cried even more, "I can't nap. My exams are tomorrow and I can't understand anything I've been reading so far."
He clicked his tongue in disagreement, "I'll wake you up in thirty minutes. How about that?"
While his offer seemed ideal for you, the pressure for what is coming tomorrow is heavily sitting on your shoulders. But you're really tired.
"Just nap?" you asked, making sure that it won't lead to anything else.
"Yeah— Okay, maybe cuddle." he shrugged.
"Okay." I kinda need that.
"Okay. C'mere, my snotty baby." He cooed.
You glared at him before slapping his chest. He laughed, catching your hand and pulling you to him on your bed. You fell on top instead of your mattress, feeling his toned body under you. His chin rests on the top of your head as he draws circles on your lower back.
"Let's do anything you want after your exams," he mumbled.
You exhaled, "Why celebrate? I am not even sure if I can pass it."
"You will. You're the smartest person I know."
This isn't the first time Jungkook saw you broke down over academic reasons. He knew how much you value your studies as someone who has always been an achiever since you began studying. It didn't help that your mom expects quite a lot from you, based on what you told him.
You looked up to meet his eyes, "Thank you."
He simply kissed your forehead, "Of course, babe."
You did find yourself feeling much better after your 30-minute rest. But, you also found something else when you woke five minutes ago next to Jungkook. It's something that can probably help you study.
"Take off your shirt," you whispered as you rested your head on his arm.
"Why?" he asked, suspicious.
"I think you can help me study," you said, sitting up on the bed.
Jungkook sat next to you, "I thought we were just cuddling."
"Jungkook." you called him. "Please, just do it."
"Okay, I will. You know I can't say no when you beg, babe." he teased.
You watched him reach for the back of his shirt and remove it over his head. With how cold your room is, Jungkook immediately crossed his arms over his chest, making his muscles bulge before you. You were quiet, squinting your eyes on his arms.
Feeling a little conscious and confused, Jungkook spoke, "It's a little chilly here. What now?"
"Wait, let me get my sticky notes."
"You know, I should be paid for this," Jungkook spoke, covered in neon-colored sticky notes from his neck to his back and arms. "I am like your model."
"You are my 3d model." you laughed while tracing his body with your finger to look where you could stick your next label. "I'm too broke to buy one so just be my friend and let me put some sticky notes on you."
"I'll just buy you one." he offered and he's serious. If it's something that can help you, he'll buy it for you.
"You sound like the spoiled kid you are." you joked.
"I like it when you keep me humble and grounded," he reacted sarcastically. Out of a hundred people he knows on the campus, you are the only one who always reminds him of his privileges. He found it annoying at first but now, he just finds it funny.
"I know, it shows especially when you get all submissive sometimes." you joked again, scrunching your nose at him.
"Why won't you just let me spend money on you?" he asked, recalling the other scenarios he tried buying or doing something for you. But you were quick to decline him, especially if it's connected with money.
You stopped and stared at him, "For the tenth time, Jeon, I will not be your sugar baby."
"Or you can just be my... baby," he whispered, but since you are the only awake people in this house at this time of the day, you still heard that.
Your eyebrows scrunched, looking at him. Visibly cringing at what he said, you pushed his face with a laugh. You hear him chuckle lowly.
"If you want someone to be your baby, you should be asking girls out, not signing up for a friends-with-benefits-type of relationship with me," you mumbled while writing a certain body part on your notepad.
It is part of your agreement that this thing you two have will end once one of you starts dating again. But the idea of him asking girls out after literally sleeping on your bed for the last twelve months still made your heart sink a little. You cannot imagine how your future will be without him, you still haven't thought that far.
"I know..." he whispered. But you're not up for any commitment. He wanted to say that. Instead, he replied, "But you give the best blowjob ever. How can I look for someone else?"
You laughed again. God, he loves making you laugh. It's like a melody playing in his head.
"Yeah, I know. It will be hard to find someone better than me. I'm the best."
Yes, you are. He agreed, almost saying it if you haven't spoke to soon.
"Now, please, can you stop moving? My notes are falling everywhere."
"Hi, I'm Mabel."
It's been days since that night. Now, a blonde, blue-eyed girl offered her hand to Jungkook while he prepared to leave the campus with his car after his basketball training. Jungkook, being polite, introduced himself even though he was not really interested. He continued making sure he got all his stuff in his backpack as the girl continued saying that they had two classes together. When he was done checking, she spoke,
"I think you're really cute and was wondering if we could go out sometime? Maybe we can grab some coffee together?"
Jungkook scratched the back of his head, feeling bad for what he was about to say to this seeming freshman before him. A tight smile forms on his lips. This isn't the first confession he got in his lifetime, but rejecting someone is always hard.
"Wow... uhm... I'm sure you're a really wonderful person, Mabel. But I'm not really interested in dating anyone right now. I'm sorry."
The familiar flustered face instantly showed up on Mabel's face, "Oh, okay. Uhm, thank you for your time. Nice to meet you though."
Jungkook was not even able to reply before she ran away. It didn't took him too long to dwell on that interaction when he got a message from you.
YN 🩺
I PASSED
COME OVER!!!!1!
Jungkook smiled after reading that, feeling your relief and excitement. He typed in a reply before hopping in his car.
JK
I KNEW U CAN DO IT
SO PROUD OF YOUUU
WILL BE THERE IN FIVE ;)
note | scheduled as my first post for 2025 :) thank you so much for reading!
plot | that time on tour where both popstar and yoongi keep on slipping.
w.c | 2k
pairing | bass guitarist!yoongi x popstar!reader
genre | fluff, humor, enemies to lovers, slow burn
note | it has been so long. i miss them so much!
main masterlist | series masterlist
“Fifteen minutes left!”
A staff member reminded everyone in the room. So many hands work all over the place. Makeup brushes, curling irons, sparkly outfits. The scent of hairspray, coffee, and a lavender humidifier filled the room.
Art is running around to look for extra batteries for your mic. Cal is next to you, sternly looking after you while holding your customized Stanley tumbler. There are different voices and orders to make sure that everyone, especially you, is ready. You stood wordlessly amidst the chaos, standing in the center of it all like a doll being dressed up. You remained like that while someone untangles your in-ear monitor in your styled hair.
Yoongi silently eyes you across the room, sitting silently next to his co-members. His thumb was busy scrolling on his phone, but his eyes were all set on one single woman in the room. He has not seen you all day, not even during the soundcheck and rehearsals, and no one has explained why you were absent. It was unusual, since you rarely went missing, even on your worst days.
Maybe that’s why everything’s in a rush. The main star of the show only arrived in the arena thirty minutes ago, and her bass guitarist can see the lack of sparkle in her eyes.
“You know, you can just talk to her,” Noah whispered.
Yoongi turned his head and saw that the rest of the band was looking at him with encouragement. Fred simply nods his chin in your direction while Akio only offers a kind smile.
But he just shook his head, looking away, “This is nothing. I’m just–”
“You know, we can all tell that something has been going on between you two since the tour resumed.” Noah went on, rolling his eyes. “You said no to her for the first time in Tokyo. She looks like something else when she’s around you, when we were in Seoul. And since we got back from the beach a day ago, you two have been sneaking glances at each other.”
“Also, it didn’t help that you guys always have a third party when working on her next project. You’re always inviting one of us to write and make songs with you two when it’s only you two understand each other.” Fred joined in.
Yoongi scoffed, shifting on his spot on the couch, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Okay, then, please explain why you look like a sad puppy every time she walks by.” Akio giggled.
Before Yoongi can reply, another crew member snapped his fingers while screaming, “Ten minutes left! Band, please get to your places– Is YN ready?”
The band got up, and Yoongi got another glimpse of you listening to instructions from people around you. Your eyes were closed while nodding continuously. He can tell that you were mildly checked out. He was snapped out of his gaze when Noah nudged his shoulder,
“They’ll leave her alone five minutes before she goes on stage, you know…” Noah whispered as if he were trying to tell him something. It’s true, that's why you were rarely late during any performance. You always like to be alone before performing, just to have some time to calm down and prepare yourself.
Yoongi didn’t reply and unconsciously remained staring in your direction, making his bandmate, your best friend, roll his eyes.
“Just go, you sad-looking cat. I hate seeing you two playing hide-and-seek like this,” Noah shoved him lightly.
Yoongi glared back. “You’re annoying.”
“And you’re fucking obvious,” Noah whispered, already leaving the room.
Yoongi lingered at the door, waiting for the room to clear up. He watched as your team gradually peeled away. They began leaving one by one to have their dinner or maybe take a puff outside after the last stressful minutes. Cal, your assistant, was the last one to go. As she was leaving, she simply looked at him, nodding, as if she knew the same thing as the band.
“Be quick,” She patted his arm with a knowing look, before disappearing with Art down the hall.
Then, the room is quiet.
Yoongi cannot tell if you are aware of his presence since you remained sat down on your white vanity chair, eyes still closed. As he steps closer, he takes notice of the glitters applied on each of your lids, along with the soft gloss on your lips.
He gulped before speaking, “Hey.”
Your eyes fluttered open, looking at him through the mirror before you, “Hey.”
To you, he looked like a snack. You don’t know when, but his hair is trimmed and styled into an undercut. It was pushed back, yet a few strands hover on the edge of his forehead, making you feel some type of way.
“You weren’t around the whole day,” Yoongi mumbled.
And there’s a warmth in your chest upon the idea that he probably felt your absence the entire day. But instead, you bite your cheeks to stop yourself from smiling.
“And you’re supposed to be at your spot.”
“Well, I guess we’re both doing our jobs horribly right now,” he tried to lighten up the mood. A small quirk from the corner of your lips is enough for him to feel a little more at ease.
You turned to face him. “Are you here to check if I can still do my job?”
Noah was right. You two are basically playing the most obvious game of hide and seek. Everyone is a spectator while you and he play around each other.
He sighed. “I’m here to check if you’re okay. You look—”
“Yoongi,” you cut in sharply. “Don’t do that. I thought you didn’t want us asking those things. We’re just coworkers, right?”
The air thickened instantly. Yoongi’s lips parted, but nothing came up. All of the sentences he had already readied in his head are cleared up. Like he just went on a factory reset.
“YN, that’s not what I—”
“Three minutes!” someone called from outside.
You stood up, smoothing down the mini skirt of your glittering pink outfit. “You should really go to your spot now.”
But when you walked past him toward the door, your heel caught on the edge of a cable. You stumbled forward with a startled gasp, and before you could hit the floor, Yoongi’s arm wrapped tightly around your waist. There was a sharp inhale from you as your head turned, and you felt how close you two were.
“Careful,” he whispered against your ear, almost tickling you.
Your heart hammered wildly as he helped you steady yourself, his touch on your waist lingering seconds too long.
“Thanks,” you said quietly, straightening your posture.
He simply nods, and you can see how his eyes softened before going.
“Manila, you’re so hot tonight!”
Being the best performer you are, no one would have thought how chaotic everything was with how you have been performing for more than an hour now. Yoongi, as usual, has been watching you behind, tracking every move you make. He took notice of how you have been extra careful with the new shoes you got from your stylist. It’s unlike your usual thick-heeled, high-heeled boots. The one you’re currently wearing seems to be asking for accidents with its four-inch stiletto-heeled boots. You already almost slipped earlier, but you were quick to hold onto one of your dancers.
Seeing how the shoes definitely affect your performance, Yoongi cannot help but feel frustrated by it for some reason. His stomach twists in every twirl or complicated move you make, worried how your heels might betray you.
“I showed my friends, then we high-fi– ah!”
A sharp click echoed as your heel caught again on the stage’s edge. Instantly, Yoongi’s muscles tensed. He flinched as if to move and help you get up. But you were literally across the stage, and he was also in the middle of playing the bass.
Gladly, you recovered smoothly, flashing a grin to your cheering audience while your dancers helped you. But Yoongi’s jaw remained clenched, worried about how the fall had probably hurt.
He can’t help but say to himself, “Seriously… those heels?”
Your eyes flicked to the side stage for the briefest moment and caught his glare. That’s when you decided to do something, walking to his spot. A small smirk tugged at your lips, and Yoongi is too distracted with his worries to tell why. Then, he realized which part of the song you are at.
“Oh, late at night, I'm thinking 'bout–”
But just when you were about to make it to him, you stepped on the slippery part of the stage, and everyone gasped audibly, ready to see you hit the floor one more time. But Yoongi was finally close enough to catch you.
Just like earlier, Yoongi’s arm tightened around your waist, steadying you, his hand firm yet careful. Your chest pressed lightly against his side as you instinctively rested a hand on his shoulder for balance. The audience’s gasps and squeals barely registered as you two froze for a heartbeat, the stage music carrying on around you. Your eyes met his, wide and sparkling with adrenaline, and you couldn’t help but put on a devilish smile.
“Have you ever tried this one?”
Yoongi’s jaw tightened, grip still firm, when you leaned just a fraction closer, brushing your nose against his. His eyes were wide, and you know the effect when you feel his grip on your waist gets tighter.
And before he can even fully process it, you pull back with a wink and walk back to the center stage to sing the chorus.
“Hey, you okay?”
Yoongi simply nods when a staff member asks him when they got off the stage after the show. Sweat drips from his forehead, dampening a few strands of his styled hair. He flexes his fingers subtly, still feeling the weight of your body against him from earlier.
Somehow, he is still frustrated for reasons he still can’t tell. But he can tell this is much more than those heels he worried about.
“They’re inviting everyone for drinks, you coming?” Noah asked, snapping him out.
Yoongi tried to act normal, “Y-Yeah, sure.”
“I feel like you need to drink.” Akio followed behind them, with a teasing tone in her statement. Her brows wiggled, “Seems like you lost balance earlier, huh?”
His jaw clenched, “I don’t know what you’re saying.”
It was the same statement he had earlier, and he knew that they would just tease him about it. So he walked forward faster. He runs a hand down his face, trying to calm the tension lingering in his shoulders. Even now, off stage, he can’t shake you off his mind.
Then, suddenly, you appear out of nowhere. You were walking in the opposite direction from him, and you were also still recovering from the show. You stopped when you locked eyes with him.
“What’s with the look?” you asked, sounding offended, with your eyes squinting.
That’s when Yoongi realized that he was probably unconsciously glaring at you. He snapped out, pushing his hair back, “Nothing.”
“No, you seemed mad at me,” you pressed, suddenly in a mood for confrontation. “Is it because of the Juno performance–”
“It’s not about you, YN,” he cuts her off, trying to avoid the topic.
“Is it?”
There was a pregnant pause after you said that. As if both of you knew that he was lying. Yoongi sighed. Maybe this is the talk he’s been wanting to have since earlier. But before he can even say a word, Callie comes up behind you.
“YN, we need you to change–”
“Fifteen minutes, Cal. Yoongi and I have to talk about something.”
You didn’t wait for a reply. Instead, you took Yoongi’s wrist and pulled him with you to the nearest door, your dressing room. He dumbfoundedly followed you, while everyone’s heads turned in your direction, as it was a rare sight. The door clicked shut, and the faint murmur of every staff member who witnessed the whole thing filled the hallway.
“Oh, they are going to talk…” Fred mumbled as they stood next to your assistant, who seemed to be speechless.
“Or maybe something else…” Akio quipped with a small smile.
“Okay, I’m gonna be honest,” Noah spoke, catching everyone’s attention. “Those two look like they need to fuck. You know, just to get it over with.”
Callie choked on her laugh, covering her mouth, “Noah!”
plot | that time on tour where popstar tries to understand how her bassist can be on willpower.
w.c | 3.8k
pairing | bass guitarist!yoongi x popstar!reader
genre | fluff, humor, enemies to lovers, slow burn
note | something's happening!! i really enjoyed writing this, just giggling the whole time haha!
main masterlist | series masterlist
This is torture.
Whoever thought of styling your bassist in a very tasteful way shall be brought in front of you, just so you can scream to their face for an hour straight. Yoongi stood out amidst the most basic outfit one could think of: a black shirt, a black leather jacket, and ripped, baggy jeans. He looks like a real rockstar. Your eyes travelled down the silver rings in his fingers, unconsciously biting your lower lip hard. It’s crazy, you can even hear your own breathing.
“YN, please stop checking him out.”
You heard Cal’s worn-out voice next to you, but that didn’t stop you from staring. At this point, you can just admit that you’re being shameless, staring heavily at your bassist, who’s in the middle of doing a photoshoot with the rest of the band. You sat on the makeup chair, your look was already done, and you were just waiting for the go-signal to join them.
The photoshoot is for a Singaporean cover of a certain magazine. Of course, you would be in the cover. But the team also wants to feature your live band that has been making waves online with every show.
Cal sighed after seeing that you resumed your most recent recreational activity since the time you and Yoongi talked privately for fifteen minutes in your dressing room. The one where Noah bet that you two fucked. Like an old sister, she cupped your cheeks, making your lips pucker, to make you turn your head to her.
“You should stop, really. You look like you’re already stripping him off in your head,” she whispered to make sure no staff would hear it.
“Well, I hope he can feel that,” you shrugged off.
Your manager’s brows scrunched together, “What?”
You didn’t say anything. Instead, she noticed you again watching Yoongi heavily. You even licked your lips and swallowed a lump in your throat as he posed in front of the camera.
“That’s it,” Cal took your wrist and pulled you with her in the private dressing room, away from present ears. “What the fuck is going on, YN? What happened that night?!”
You looked at her and exhaled, “Nothing!”
“Nothing? Your nose is flaring,” she states, mentioning that one quirk you do when you’re lying. “I won’t let you out if you won’t tell me anything– or at least, something. Because by the way you are embarrassingly acting right–”
“Nothing, Callie! That’s the problem. Nothing happened– nothing is happening!” you stomped your foot like a bratty kid who cannot have her favorite candy.
Cal places her hands on her hips, looking at you like a helpless case. For a second, she scanned you to guess what went on with that “talk” with Yoongi. But she is so tired of guessing and predicting between you and your bassist, she just said,
“Okay, tell me what happened that night.”
“Fifteen minutes, Cal. Yoongi and I have to talk about something.”
You didn’t wait for a reply. Instead, you took Yoongi’s wrist and pulled him with you to the nearest door, your dressing room. He dumbfoundedly followed you, while everyone’s heads turned in your direction, as it was a rare sight. You clicked the lock, ensuring you and Yoongi would have the privacy you both needed.
No one spoke immediately. Instead, when you turned around after locking the door, you see Yoongi simply looking at you with his hands shoved in his pockets. The only sound that can be heard is the noise of the people outside your dressing room. You can hear Noah saying something that made some people laugh, but it’s not really audible. Yoongi didn’t really move, frozen on the spot, waiting for you to say something. It’s frustrating.
“What the hell is your problem, Yoongi?” you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest.
He shrugged, “I don’t know, you tell me, YN. You’re the one who pulled me here.”
It was like him popping Mentos in a bottle of soda. Your heels clicked on the ground as you stepped forward, “You are fucking confusing me.”
You see his Adam’s apple bob up and down. You continued, “You were the one who made it clear that I should stay away when I tried to talk to you, which I did by the way. Even when we are doing songs together, I try to have another person present just to not make things too awkward for us. And now, you can just come up to me before the show to check on me? ”
You noticed how his stare got sharper as you ended your sentence. He licked his lips before speaking, “But you were the first one who made it clear that we’re just co-workers who fucking flirts a lot, YN. I was the first one who tried to talk to you, and you pushed me away, which hurts me, by the way. And I’m sorry that I did the same thing. I acted cold and pushed you away, too. I’m sorry. But for Pete’s sake, YN, I really didn’t like how I was thinking about you so much because you didn’t show up the whole day.”
It’s your turn to stay quiet now, Yoongi took the lead. For the first time, the elephant that has followed you and your bassist in every room you’re in together is going to be addressed. That fucking elephant is probably tired from following you two from the United States to different Asian countries.
“Look, YN. I–” he paused, sighing, “I like you… A lot. Somehow, in between the childish fights and late-night song-making, I found a reason to–”
“Yoongi,” you called his name, voice a bit deeper. Like you were trying to regain control of the situation.
“What?” he looked at you expectantly, ready to hear you out even though you had interrupted him. But nothing came out of your lips.
Instead, you took three sharp steps, closing the gap between you two. You grabbed the lapels of his jacket and dragged him down before he could even process it. The moment your lips crashed onto his, it was rough, like you two were making up for lost time. All the pent-up anger, frustration, and desire were revealed all at once. His lips were as warm as the last time you felt them. Impatient, you softly bite his lip, making his breath hitch.
When he finally caught up, you felt Yoongi’s hands find your waist. He wanted to take control like before in your hotel room. But not today, you thought. Your palms spread over his chest. Then to his jaw and cheeks. It got sloppier and deeper with your uneven rhythm. You walked him backwards until he stumbled down to the couch.
Yoongi barely had a second to steady himself before you followed, straddling his lap, lips already finding his again. This time, it has gotten more desperate. Your mouths kept missing and finding each other, breaths mixing. Your fingers threaded through his hair. The moment you grip it, you can feel the vibration on his chest and lips. The low groan instant made you grip harder.
His hands moved again, firmer this time, holding the curve of your waist as you were moving too much. Basically, feeling him up. You pulled away when you felt him squeezing your waist harder. Catching your breath, you dumbfoundedly looked down at him.
“Yoongi,” you breathlessly called his name. He looked dazed himself, your lip gloss all over his swollen lips. “I like you too. You know that, right?”
“Mhm.” he nods, looking up at you with the stars in his eyes.
A small smile made its way to your lips, and he smiled back. He held your cheeks softly before pulling you in for another kiss. This time, it was slower. Less rushed than the one earlier. It was soft and gentle. It was the kind of kiss that slowed down your quickened heartbeat. Your hands rest on his shoulders, feeling him relax under your touch. Slowly, your lips trail kisses from his lips to his jaw and down to his neck.
“YN–”
His voice cracked halfway through your name, low and warning, but it only made you smile against his skin. You felt his pulse jump beneath your lips as you pressed another kiss, softer this time, right where his jaw met his neck. Your hands began to travel down, and when you got a touch of the cold metal of his belt, you felt Yoongi gripping your waist as if to stop you.
“Wait,” he whispered, exhaling sharply. You could hear the restraint in his tone, obviously trying to hold himself together. “I don’t think we should do this here—”
“Oh, yeah, yeah,” you immediately agreed, giggling. “We can go straight back to my room while everyone is partying–”
“No, I mean, I was thinking…” You tilted your head, still straddling him. Your heart pounded against his. His hands were still on your waist, just to hold you in place. “…maybe we should take things slow.”
You blinked, lips gaping, because surely you misheard that. Slow? You almost laughed, but then you saw the way he was looking at you with sincere conviction.
“Yoongi,” you breathed out, almost unbelieving, “you know that we were literally dry-humping just seconds ago, right?”
A small chuckle escaped him, breathless but amused. “Yeah, I noticed.” His thumb brushed your waist in slow, absentminded circles, a habit of his that you are starting to notice.
“Then why—”
“Because if we don’t stop now, I won’t.” His voice was firmer this time, quiet but sure. “And I don’t want the first real thing to happen before I even took you out for a date.”
You stared at him, chest rising and falling as you tried to process what he just said. His hands were still firm on your waist, thumbs drawing idle circles on your skin like he was trying to calm both of you down. It’s sweet. He’s being sweet, it makes your heart throb. But there are a lot more things throbbing than your heart now.
“So, you want to take things slow?” you repeated, quietly hoping for a very small false confirmation. “Are you serious?”
Yoongi’s mouth curved into a soft smile as he tucked a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. “I’m always serious with you.”
You didn’t know what to say to that. So you just stared at him. His hair was a mess because of you. His lip gloss-slicked mouth because of you. His pupils, dark and blown wide, definitely because of you.
And still, he wanted to wait.
You both sat there for a while — your knees still bracketing his hips, your fingers still tangled in his shirt. The world outside was still loud, still moving, but in that tiny dressing room, it was just the two of you trying to catch your breath and your sanity. You swallowed hard, still straddling him,
“You’re gonna drive me insane, aren’t you?” you said, voice breathy, somewhere between a laugh and a groan.
Yoongi’s smile deepened just a little, enough to show that hint of smugness he can’t quite hide. “Yeah,”
Laughing, you playfully hit him on his chest. He laughed too, catching your hands. You turned your head down, wordlessly admitting your defeat. You felt him softly kiss your knuckles before letting go and holding your chin to make you meet his eyes.
His eyes darted briefly to your lips again, like he couldn’t help himself. “One more?” he asked quietly.
You didn’t answer. You just leaned in. This kiss was soft. Just slow, deliberate movements, the kind that sends assurance to you. His lips brushed against yours in gentle intervals, softer each time, until it felt like breathing. You could do it all day, you won’t mind.
And when you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, whispering, “This is already driving me insane.”
“Yeah,” he breathed out with a lazy smile. “Me too.”
“I think I’m way past insane, Cal.” you told your manager, nails almost gripping your already-styled hair, “It’s only been three days and ooh… the things that I want to do to him–”
“Please spare me the details, YN,” she cuts you off with a grimace. “It’s only been three days and you’re acting like you’re in withdrawal.”
“Because I am! I don’t think I can be celibate with him around, Callie,” you desperately told her, hiding your face in your palms.
You hear her laugh as she softly removes your wrist away from your face, “I don’t think it can be called celibacy if it’s only been three days, hon.”
You glared at her, making her laugh even more, “Cal, he is such a gentleman. It’s so hot.”
Your manager blinked. “You’re complaining that he’s hot for respecting your boundaries?”
“Yes!” you exclaimed, hands thrown up. “Like, who does that? Who kisses you like that and then says, ‘let’s take it slow’? He ruined my entire sleep schedule, Callie. I close my eyes and I see him saying that with his stupid, calm face! I even had to check if I’m ovulating because what the fuck?!”
The day after that night in Manila, you flew here to Singapore for your next show. For your “first” date, you visited an art museum and a botanical garden. The rest of the band came too to avoid suspicion, and Cal won’t let you two go alone. Although you haven’t told them yet about your new situation with each other, the band knew better and let you wander around the same area alone. You learned that Yoongi likes photography too. He often took pictures of you with his own camera during the ‘date’. He also never let you bring out your wallet when you tried various local foods. You don’t even have to say anything because he literally buys things you just look at a little bit longer.
Callie snorted, shaking her head. “You’re in trouble.”
“I know.” You groaned, flopping back in your chair. “He’s all... patient and thoughtful and—ugh.”
“What are you up to?”
Noah watched from your bed as you dried your hair in the bathroom. He can easily see you since you left the door open, so you can chat easily while you get ready. After the photoshoot earlier, your best friend decided to join you in your hotel room just to chill.
“Nothing, Yoongi’s coming. We’ll try to produce and record the first demo for the lyrics I showed you earlier,” you explained while running your hair through your airwrap.
“And you’re wearing that?”
You looked at him through the open doorway. “What do you mean by that? I’m in my robe, my pajamas are underneath.”
“Girl, I can see the strap of your quote-unquote pajamas,” Noah said, deadpan, scrolling on his phone in his hands. “And all can say is that thing is thinner than spaghetti. How subtle, my love.”
You rolled your eyes. “It’s hot in here.”
“It’s hot because you want it to be hot. You are literally in the greatest room in this hotel, you have the control of your air conditioner,” he shot back. “Don’t act innocent.”
You pretended to ignore him, unplugging the airwrap and tousling your hair in the mirror. You reached for the small tube of strawberry lip gloss near the sink, applying it to your lips. You popped your lips together before speaking, “You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m ridiculous? You’re literally blow-drying your hair like it’s a date,” he teased, getting up from your bed, just to lean on your bathroom doorway.
“It’s not a date,” you said, though your tone wavered a little, squinting at him.
Noah hummed knowingly. “Right. You just happened to do your hair, your lip gloss, and your silver silk satin top and cami shorts are for a totally professional session with the guy you fucked in your dressing room days ago.”
“You know, that’s not true. I’ll sue you if that rumor reaches the media.” You grabbed your phone and glanced at the clock. “He’s coming in five.”
“Five minutes?”
You nodded.
Noah sighed dramatically, “Alright, I’m leaving before I have to hear you two turn song lyrics into foreplay.”
“Out!” you pointed toward the door, laughing despite yourself.
He grabbed his keys and muttered, “Just don’t blame me when your ‘demo’ ends up being six minutes of heavy breathing.”
You rolled your eyes as he left, but your stomach twisted just a little. Because five minutes suddenly didn’t feel like enough time to calm the hell down. You unwrapped your robe, hanging it behind the bathroom door. You took one last glance in the mirror, checking yourself out.
Maybe you shouldn’t have picked this set. It’s too… slutty? Maybe you are being too obvious. You hate to admit it, but yeah, you look like you’re trying. Still, you tugged at the hem of your shorts, tried to convince yourself you weren’t overdressed for a “work session.” You were even wearing perfume, even though you’re just doing the work in your room.
Suddenly, a knock came, three light taps.
You froze for half a second before forcing your voice out. “It’s open!”
You walked out of the bathroom just when Yoongi stepped in. His laptop bag was over his shoulder, hair slightly damp like he’d showered right before coming over. He looked comfortable in his casual clothes: plain white shirt, grey sweats, silver chain with the charm hiding underneath his shirt.. Effortless. Annoyingly effortless.
“Hey,” he greeted softly.
“Hey,” you replied, pretending to be busy yourself with cleaning up the desk he would put his stuff on. You could feel his eyes scan the room before his gaze landed on you. Briefly. Too brief for your liking..
It was like he didn’t even notice your look or what you were wearing. Not even a blink or a quirk on his lips. He just took his seat by the desk, opening his laptop like nothing about this situation was tense. You watched him behind as he set up.
“Let’s go over the melody again?” he said casually, like he was so ready to work.
“Okay,” You nodded with slumped shoulders, sitting beside him where the mic was set. The space between your chairs felt tiny, even though it was probably three feet in between. You could hear his quiet breaths, the soft clicks of his mouse, and the faint hum he made when thinking. You could only wish you could be as calm as he is.
Ten minutes in, you've already lost focus. You were supposed to be recording the said demo, but you kept messing up the lyrics you wrote and were reading from your own phone. Your tongue is like struggling to function at the moment. But, Yoongi is patient and just gives you a thumbs up whenever you apologize.
The only rhythm you could follow now was his fingers tapping the desk or your heartbeat trying to keep up. By the fourth time you are recording, you accidentally said bees instead of please. Your vocals were a little shaky, too. Yoongi glanced at you then,
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, just… hot,” you said, reaching for your bottled water on the desk.
He nodded, though you caught the flicker in his gaze before he turned back to the screen, “How about I’ll clean up this melody first. Then you can have a five-minute break. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, sounds great.” You forced a smile before removing your headphones to stand up.
The air in your room felt suffocating for you. So, you decided to open the door to your balcony and let the fresh breeze come in. You stood in the doorway just to quietly inhale the air, hopefully to knock some sense into you. You’re drowning with these feelings, and Yoongi is probably chilling behind you. You can hear his little noise: his throat clearing, small sighs, and small movements on his chair. And he is so fine– so okay, you want to know how.
Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Yoongi,” you said, your voice sharper than intended. You turned around to see him already looking at you.
“Yeah?”
“How do you—” you started, then stopped, shaking your head. “How do you act so normal?”
You feel pathetic, asking that question. Like, are you really this desperate? You asked yourself.
His brows pulled together. “Normal?”
“Yeah,” you said, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. “You’re just… calm and collected. Being so mature with all of this. Like this doesn’t mess with you at all.”
He blinked slowly, confusion and amusement drawn across his face. “You think I’m calm?”
“You’re literally so focused on working like we’re not sitting very closely with each other!” you snapped, your frustration cracking through your restraint. “Do you not find me attractive, or are you just immune to… this?”
That last word came out soft. Small. Maybe a little insecure. You had the same feeling you have when you were in middle school, where everyone is getting Valentine’s Day candy except you. With shame growing inside of you, you turned away again, hiding your frown from him. You feel so stupid and childish for feeling as such around him.
Behind you. Yoongi’s lips parted. His expression was unreadable for a second. Then you heard him push his chair back slightly, enough to turn toward you.
“You really think that?” he spoke, voice lower, behind you. Like he is a strong coming.
You swallowed hard, still not looking around. “It just feels that way.”
For a moment, it just silenced.. Then, there is another cool blast of air again that makes you hug yourself. But slowly, you felt some familiar arms wrapped around your waist. You can instantly feel his warmth from his touch.
“You have no idea how hard it is to act normal around you.”
Your breath hitched, not just from his confession. But with how warm his breath is next to your ear. His chin almost rests on your bare shoulders.
“I can’t look at you too long without losing focus,” he continued, thumb tracing circles over the silk fabric on your waist. “I can’t even breathe right when you wear things like this.”
Your heart stuttered. His words hit lower than they should’ve. Then, before you could say anything, his lips brushed your shoulder. Barely. Like a ghost of a touch. But it was enough to make your skin erupt in goosebumps.
He lingered, breath warm. Then another soft kiss, higher this time, right where your neck met your shoulder.
“Yoongi…” you whispered, but it came out as a plea, not a warning.
He hummed against your skin, the sound low and vibrating. “You wonder how I’m so strong,” he murmured, his breath fanning your jaw. “Truth is, I’m not.”
You could feel the smile against your skin before he whispered again, slower:
“I just really, really don’t want to mess this up.”
His hand slid from your shoulder down to your wrist, squeezing gently like an anchor. He pressed one last kiss on your shoulder before pulling back.
plot | that time where popstar is showing her producer/bassist her new song and yoongi feels hot.
w.c | 1k+
pairing | bass guitarist!yoongi x popstar!reader
genre | enemies to lovers, slow burn
note | my fave song off the album, also a little break from bassist x popstar angst. also, will prolly make another performance version of this on stage ;)
main masterlist | series masterlist
Within just three knocks on your door, Yoongi heard your voice from inside your room, bright and careless.
“It’s open!”
Yoongi slowly stepped in, immediately spotting the open balcony doors that perfectly show the view outside. The white sand and blue sea sparkle under the sunny weather of the Philippines. The humid air clung to his skin before he could even turn to see you. He knew he should have brought a hair tie or something that could keep his hair up, as he could already feel the sweat forming at the back of his neck. This is why he prefers the cozy weather of winter more.
When he turned, there you were.
On the bed.
In your white sundress.
Your back rests on the headboard. Both your hands were busy. One is writing on a familiar notebook, the one he gave to you, while the other holds a melting red popsicle. The same shade of red is obvious at the corner of your lips. Yoongi looked away, clearing his throat to get your attention, which he succeeded in as you looked up.
“Noah said you were looking for me?” he asked, keeping his tone unaffected while you licked the cold treat.
You nodded, “Yeah, I just thought we could work on this idea I had earlier…unless you had plans? I’m sorry, we can just work on this later–”
“It’s okay, I was bored in my room anyway.”
A smile almost instantly formed on your face, he noticed. He pressed his lips together to avoid doing the same thing. Instead, he turned to set his laptop on the nearest desk, but you tapped your bed.
“You can set up here. The desk is a bit too far.”
There was hesitation for a second as Yoongi’s eyes flicked from the bed to you. It was an innocent invitation, something he should not have thought about in normal circumstances. But the invitation came from you.
“Alright.”
Still, Yoongi found himself carrying his laptop over. He sat on the end of the bed, the safest spot for him, while you stayed on the other end. But who knows that a faint brush of your feet on his knee can make his shoulders tense?
And amidst this inner battle Yoongi is having, you seemed to be unfazed by all of this. He thought you were so much better than him, as you remained focused on flipping through your notes. On every page you turn, your finger leaves a light red smudge from the popsicle.
“Here,” you passed him your notebook, seemingly excited. “I just finished it earlier with a tune in mind.”
There was a brief brush of your fingers on his when you handed him your notes. Yoongi’s grip tightened around the notebook like he needed to remind himself that you two are working at the moment. As he could feel your eyes on him, he looked down at what you wrote. In between the doodles and messy writing, he cannot help but let out a low chuckle when he reads the lyrics. A reaction that definitely blew off the persona he was trying to keep up. He immediately cleared his throat.
“How was it?” you asked, eyes wide, obviously curious about his opinion.
Yoongi sees the red stain at the corner of your lips, the one he wanted to wipe off with his thumb when he first saw it. But that would be too intimate for workmates. Instead, he coldly gave you back your notebook while looking away, “It’s nice and interesting. Let’s work on your idea.”
You were in the middle of enjoying your strawberry popsicle when Yoongi looked back at you again. The stick is almost done, and you have finally become aware of the corner of your lips, wiping it with your thumb before cleaning it off with your tongue.
And Yoongi watched.
Quietly.
Dumbfounded as all of it happened from his point of view in slow-motion. His pulse beats faster and louder this time. Unconsciously, his mouth agape, throat running dry, he gulped when he snapped out of it.
“Okay, done!” you clicked your tongue, smiling, unaware of how the other person in the room is starting to feel blood rushing to his ears. “Wait, let me just throw this…”
Carelessly, you hopped off the bed. Your bare feet padded softly on the wooden floor as you made way to the bin near the open balcony. That sundress is a sin. Its thin straps are tied around your neck, while the skirt barely meets above your knees. It’s perfect for the scorching weather of the country, but with your bare back being exposed like that, all Yoongi can do is clench his jaw like a madman.
He uncomfortably shifted on the bed, gripping the laptop closer to him. But his eyes betrayed him, getting distracted by how the sunlight lands on your skin. Just like how he sees you on stage, you literally glow in his eyes. His knuckles tightened around the edge of the laptop, stop. He closed his eyes, pinching his nose.
Just when he felt the mattress dipping, you spoke, “Let’s start recording the demo?”
When Yoongi slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the flower hair claw that gathers your hair. You put your hair up. You put your hair up!
Yoongi almost died on the spot.
“Yeah,” he said, voice a touch too low, maybe too rough. He cleared his throat quickly, forcing his attention on the laptop. “Let’s… let’s try it.”
You nodded, sliding back comfortably against the headboard with the notebook on your lap. You were humming something, warming up your voice, for a minute. Then, you began to sing.
And it was over for him.
“So long, untouched. Bone dry, not a plant can grow. 'Bout time I get back on the horse to the rodeo.”
Just by the first few lines, Yoongi can tell where this song is going. Although you were still unsure in the tone as you sang, Yoongi could feel the teasing and sultry mood you were going for. You used a lower, deeper tone at the beginning, something you rarely use. Something Yoongi learned he likes just now.
Yoongi thought he could recover and perform better for the rest of the session. But you looked up, looking straight into his eyes as you sang.
“When did you get hot all the sudden? I could look you up and down all day.”
It was a trap. Like a moth to a lamp. Yoongi cannot bother to look away from how you aimed your stare at him, unruffled, like you are directing the song to him. It was like you were getting into the same teasing YN Yoongi used to banter with months ago.
Smirking, you sang, “I did a double take, triple take. Take me to naked Twister back at your place.”
Yoongi read the lyrics earlier; he was not supposed to be surprised now that you are singing it. But he didn’t expect that you would sing it to him. And the room got warmer, not because of the weather outside, but it was when you winked at him playfully.
“Congratulations on your new improvements, I bet your light rod's, like, bigger than Zeus's.”
Yoongi felt like a prude. He blinked, adjusting his black button-up’s collar as he felt it tight around his throat. Sweat is getting more and more prominent on his forehead. He pushed his hair back, hoping it would cool down whatever the hell he was feeling right now.
You were hot, too. Like literally. Yoongi can tell, your skin is literally glistening in sweat. He is starting to feel angry that why didn’t turn on the air conditioner in this stupid room earlier before he came, so that he wouldn't have to see you like this. He hates that you look like that. He hates the weather. He hates that you are an angel with a sinful dress and the prettiest voice. He hates that he cannot do anything about it, really.
He feels like a pressure cooker about to pop off.
All while you were giggling over your own lyrics, “When did you get hot?”
Yoongi can tell that you are innocent of what you had just done to him. But your hands are not clean a hundred percent, not when you’re sitting there in that sundress, lips stained red as you sang those words to him. Maybe it was intentional, maybe it wasn’t. He can’t decide which is worse.
His jaw tightens once again. He doesn’t know if he can still sit for another second without combusting.
He shut the laptop a little too abruptly, the sound cutting through the silence.
“Let’s… continue tomorrow. I just remembered…. I have something– a meeting— Zoom meeting to attend to.” he said in a rush, stumbling with his words as he gathered his things.
You blinked, slightly taken aback. “Oh, okay… Is it okay? Is it bad?”
“Y-Yeah, it’s good. Really catchy,” he spews mindlessly. “I really should go.”
“Okay,” you sounded more disappointed this time.
That’s when Yoongi looked at you, really looked. Your notebook still on your lap, hair pulled up in that damn flower claw, lips faintly red from the popsicle, eyes wide with a hint of letdown.
The whole thing is confusing to him.
But he only managed a tight nod. “Don’t… don’t overthink, YN. It was great. You’re amazing as always.”
He didn’t wait for your response, no goodbye or anything. Then, he went straight to the door before he could see that you softened up with his words. And when he finally steps outside your room, he only has one thought in his head.
plot | In a four-minute video, Popstar YN takes you behind the scenes of making the music video for her new single, Manchild! With special cameos ;)
pairing | bass guitarist!yoongi x popstar!reader
genre | fluff
note | i missed writing this type of stuff
main masterlist | series masterlist
YN - Manchild (Behind the Scenes)
12,826,003 views | June 14, 20XX
"Hello, bonjou- Wait, why would I say that?"
You look behind the person who's holding the handheld camera before you. The cameraman can be heard chuckling behind the camera. Wearing a white blouse that was tied on your chest and a skimpy denim shorts, you were in the middle of filming the music video for the first single of your new album.
"I'm not even in France. I'm in a desert in California," you rambled before laughing. You signalled a scissor with your index and middle fingers, "Cut!"
"Hello, guys! This is YN. Of course, you already know that when you clicked this video," you chuckled. "We are currently on set for the Manchild music video."
[cut to the MANCHILD title card]
A quick montage of you preparing for the shoot was shown. From the makeup chair to the changing of clothes and arriving on the desert set. Short clips of you in other scenes were also presented. There was a zoomed-in shot of you in the middle of playing billiards after a cut; you winked at the BTS camera.
[cut to you back in the desert]
"So this is our first location of the day!" you smiled, putting your hand over your eyes so that you could look straight into the camera. "It is really hot today, and my makeup is so close to melting on my face. But, we won't tell Faye that because she worked hard for it."
[The camera nods in agreement.]
"Anyway, today is still a good day. I have been so excited to work on this since this is something we conceptualized while making the song while I was on the Asia leg of my tour."
"As you can see, I'm wearing this cute outfit while hitchhiking in the middle of nowhere." You spun around quickly. "Half of my ass is actually out."
You laughed, "And this blouse is one step close to being a scandal. So I asked someone to tape it on my skin here. Nonetheless, I love this outfit!"
[Cut to you standing with your heels on, on the side of the road with your thumb up. A red suitcase is placed next to you. A car passed by you and you turned to give it a middle finger.]
You were later seen watching the shot in the monitor with the director, laughing when you got the shot you wanted. You turned to the camera as you walked away from the tent.
"See? That's what happens when you don't help a girl out! You get the middle finger," you laughed. "Anyway, we'll be shooting just other scenes of me in this outfit, then I'll change to the other one."
[cut to a behind-the-scenes montage of a car stopping for you. You're talking to the driver before getting in.]
"Guys, as you know, I am a serious, method actor."
You are now in a matching blue gingham blouse, tied in the same way as the previous, and a mini skirt. A stylist is fixing your hair while you talk to the camera.
"So, we brought in my least favorite guy in the world." You playfully rolled your eyes when you locked eyes with someone off-cam.
The camera pans around, and a familiar face can be seen sitting on the actor's chair while scrolling on his phone. He wore a white suit with a leopard-print shirt underneath. Yoongi didn't bother to look up until you walked up to him and clicked the power button on his phone. He looked up, brows raised.
"You are an actor here, Yoongi. Stop being unprofessional!"
Yoongi stares at you for a beat, clearly unimpressed, "FYI, I was forced into this cameo."
You gasped dramatically, "Oh my god, are you saying that you got cast without going through auditions?! This is nepotism, everyone!"
The crew around you two chuckled at your banter with your bass guitarist.
"Ah, yes, because I literally sold my soul to the devil for this role." Yoongi deadpanned.
"And what is your role here again, Mr. Min?" You tried not to smile.
He crossed his arms over his chest as he nodded at the camera, "Man who drives the red car."
[cut to Yoongi listening to the director's orders as he got in the red car. She was giving him instructions while the camera panned to the side, where you were seen smiling as you watched.]
"I didn't tell him that I'll be on the hood while he drives the car," you giggled. "He would have said no to this if he knew. I just told him he will be one of the guys who'll drive me."
You laughed and were about to say something again, but the director called your name.
[Cut to you being assisted by two crew members to get on the car hood. Then, you lie on your stomach while holding on to the car. Yoongi can be seen poking his head out, confused as you laugh.]
"Wait, she's going on the car?!" he asked.
Everyone laughed at his reaction, including you, who looked down at him as one of the crew members handed you an unlit cigarette as a prop.
"I told you!" you said, playing with the prop.
"I thought you meant inside the car! With me!"
[cut to Yoongi driving the car while you lip-sync to the song's lyrics and chill on the hood. Then the director yelled "Cut!".]
Everyone was laughing again as soon as that happened. You were laughing too hard over the hood, as you spoke,
"What the fuck, Yoongi?!" you said in between laughs.
Yoongi stuck his head out of the driver's window. "What?"
"Why are you driving so slow?! That's like a turtle," your director teased him.
The BTS camera zooms in on Yoongi’s face, half hidden behind the sunglasses, his jaw tensed.
"I was making sure YN won’t slide off and die," he mutters, worry laced in his tone.
The production team's reaction varied. Others laughed harder, while some whispered collectively an affectionate "aww!" in unison. Including you, except you did it dramatically.
You pouted as you looked down at him, "Aww! Min Yoongi is worried about me!"
Before Yoongi could react, your director came in again, "Okay, let's try that again. Just a little faster this time, Yoongi."
[cut to Yoongi, driving again, and you, still doing the same thing. Then, cut to everyone clapping, indicating the scene is done and great. Yoongi is smiling, more relieved this time. He carefully often the door and immediately faced you with open arms. You were quick to understand what he meant and sat up to slowly get down from the hood with his assistance.]
[the camera cuts to you and Yoongi under the tent, both holding bottled waters. You each have handheld fans blowing in your direction, Faye is retouching your makeup. Yoongi is sitting slouched in the director’s chair, and you’re perched on the armrest beside him, small mic in hand like you’re a talk show host.]
"So, how is your experience today, Mr. Cameo?" you asked, leaning toward him with a knowing grin.
Yoongi tilted his head, squinting up at you. "Stressful, won't do it ever again."
You gasped, pressing the back of your hand to your chest. "Excuse me? Stressful? You've got to drive a cool red car, wear sunglasses, and a cool leopard shirt over your white suit. That’s like, peak Yoongi brand."
He let out a dry laugh, then sipped his water. "I don't think killing you is in my branding."
The crew nearby chuckled at his answer. You turned dramatically toward the lens, shaking your head. "I'm just a professional actor, Yoongi. Just a girl who does her own stunts."
"Professional troublemaker," he muttered, just loud enough for the mic to catch.
You raised an eyebrow, "What?!"
"You heard me," he smirked.
[cut to you in another outfit, ready to shoot another scene. Yoongi, in his casual clothes, approached you and seemingly said goodbye. He waved to everyone while you two shared a quick hug. Then another cut to you, petting a puppy you were carrying in your arms.]
"Okay, another scene!"
COMMENTS
talkinnonsense 5 hours ago
omg finally!
LOVEISONTOURUnofficial 2 days ago
i love that she included her live band members as cameos in this mv!
bedchembaby 3 hours ago
did anyone catch him kissing her cheek before hugging her at 1:32??
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alilaluli 5 minutes ago
oh yeah it was quick! <3
natalia r. 5 hours ago
love the mv so i went here to see the bts but omg is she dating her bassist? the chemistry's crazy!
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actorsclub1283 5 hours ago
...
kylieisafan 3 hours ago
not yoongi driving so slow for yn 😭😭
being a fangirl 2 hours ago
someone make a compilation of yn-yoongi flirting with each other for five minutes straight!
plot | that time popstar!yn is on her tour's day two in paris, and fans are wondering if she's finally doing the most requested position of all time. the one that may require her bassist (and rumored boyfriend), yoongi.
w.c | 1980
pairing | bass guitarist!yoongi x popstar!reader
genre | fluff, humor, enemies to lovers, slow burn
note | i'm still calling it twitter
main masterlist | series masterlist
DAY 301: PARIS, FRANCE
It's everywhere. Predictions about your possible Juno position for your second performance night in Paris are all over social media before you even officially land in the said country. It didn’t help that you and your band members are active on social media, alluding that something is happening behind the scenes. There were also sightings of your close friend, another celebrity, who you knew was staying in France for his vacation. Your fans, who were already elated with the upcoming performance later tonight, flooded you with mentions on Twitter, which resulted in a short and unplanned Q and A.
You were in the middle of your rehearsal break when you finally got hold of your phone after posting that late IG story hours ago. Knowing how excited your fans are at the moment, you reinstalled your Twitter app just to have some interactions with them. It has been so long since you opened your account there, since you were avoiding seeing any tweets about your breakup from last year. You smiled as you typed in your tweet, along with a photo you prepared for today, swaying your feet as you sat at the edge of the stage.
While you have all of your focus on your phone, you didn't even notice Yoongi, who's sitting on one of the empty seats in the area where the VIP audience usually sits. He cannot help but smile while he sips his Americano, looking at you. He wondered what made you so giggly and smiley on your phone. Meanwhile, his phone kept on vibrating in his pocket, which made him reach for it. That’s when he got the answer to his curiosity. Notifications from your Twitter account popped up one after the other. He chuckled before clicking on the app to read more of your tweets.
You giggled at the friendly banter you had with one of your fans. Scrolling down the tag, you smiled even harder when you found an interesting question to reply to.
Yoongi had to laugh with that one. Hearing that, you turned your head up, finally seeing him sitting alone just a few feet down the stage. Your left eyebrow raised, wondering what made him laugh on his phone.
“Where are the others?” you asked all of a sudden, just to get his attention.
Your bassist looked up and met your gaze. “They went out for snacks. I got your coffee here.”
He points out the still-warm takeout coffee cup he has on the empty seat next to him. You smiled before reading yourself to jump from the stage rather than taking the stairs. Seeing that, Yoongi immediately stood up.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“I’ll jump,” you replied, already inching yourself at the edge.
He clicked his tongue while shaking his head, “No, just take the stairs.”
You pouted. “This is easier. I hate the stairs.”
“You might get hurt. Art and Cal will both kill me if I let you do that,” he said while walking towards you. He then stood just a few feet lower than you.
From your point of view, he looked nonchalant, yet he opened both his arms.
You squinted, “Are you gonna catch me?”
“Nope, I just like opening my arms at random times like this,” he scoffed.
You rolled your eyes. “And I like jumping from high places.”
He shook his head again before telling you sternly, “I don’t care. Just jump, diva.”
So you did. Even though you would have loved to continue the childish banter. And he did catch you, helping you carefully land your feet on the ground. Steadily and easily, he got you with one hand, holding you up against your back. Unconsciously, your face is almost buried in his neck, like you were magnets, they just connect instantly. Maybe it was because he still wore the familiar scent that makes butterflies stir in your stomach.
And maybe that’s why you didn’t pull away right away.
With how close you are, you can feel his heart beating almost at the same pace as yours. Fast and loud. Slowly pulling away, your eyes interlocked with each other. It was a heavy exchange of stares, anchored with something heart-fluttering that you two didn’t have to label anymore. A small smile tugged at your lips as you noticed his eyes moving down.
“Thank you,” you whispered before stepping back.
Yoongi followed behind you, trying not to put his hand over his beating chest. He sat in a seat apart next to you while you took a sip of the coffee. The much-needed caffeine helped you feel warmer and comfortable in your baby blue sweatshirt.
“You liked it?” he asked even though he already knew the answer.
“Yep, I needed that. Thank you,” you replied, putting down the cup. You turned to him. “Why are you here, by the way? You don’t want to explore the city in your free time? We’re only here for a few days.”
He shrugged, “I don’t know, I just had this gut feeling that you will do something reckless and I need to stick around.”
It was your turn to scoff, “Yoongi, just say you stayed behind for me. It’s okay.”
He looked at you, brows furrowed, “Don’t flatter yourself.”
And he didn’t even deny it, you thought to yourself.
As soon as everyone got back, the rehearsal resumed. This time, it was a dress rehearsal. So you had more time and room for errors and adjustments. While Art is talking with the band about something related to your time on stage, you take a quick scroll on your phone. You instantly took notice of a certain tweet getting a lot of attention. You laughed at it as it sparked something in your brain. You swiped up your finger on the app to see more tweets from your fans, but a notification from a verified account popped up. You turned around to see Yoongi raising his brows. You typed in your phone before giving it to your very pregnant assistant, Cal.
The fishbowl method.
That method is known to be Yoongi's greatest enemy. Whenever any staff member of your tour brings out that glass bowl that was filled with rolled papers, he just knows he will hear his name from that staff member’s tongue. And today is no different day.
It was during the second rehearsal break of the day when Cal came in holding the infamous transparent bowl.
“So, everyone, this is for the Juno performance. We need two people for tonight,” she said it like it’s gonna be something fun.
Although Yoongi literally had no idea why, everyone seemed to be excited upon hearing Cal’s instructions as they cheered, including you. Fred, who is happily married and permanently removed from choices for the Juno performance participants, sat along with you and your dancers. He was cheering too. For more variety, the fishbowl included the names of your band members and dancers.
“YN, will you do the honors of picking two names in our bowl of names?” Cal called you up.
“Okay, here we go. Drumroll, please,” you quipped, but Fred followed, running to his drums and playing them.
Knowing his fate, Yoongi was not surprised anymore when he heard his name after Noah’s. He is not even disappointed or frustrated. He just accepted and expected that the fishbowl method loves him. But what he did not expect was the reason for today’s fishbowl method. While you explained your plan for tonight’s Juno performance pose, Yoongi just shook his head with a smile as he was already used to your straightforward poses. He just didn’t expect that you could be this creative for positions.
“So, do you want to be at the back or the front?” Noah asked, which can sound strange without context.
Yoongi blinked, “What?”
He was obviously dumbfounded, making the others laugh. You tried not to laugh while you bit off your inner cheek.
“He means for the Eiffel Tower,” you explained, which didn’t really clarify anything for him.
Noah cuts in to help, “We are basically the tower itself, while YN is the centerpiece. She will bend forward, and we-” he clasped his hands together, “Are gonna high-five over her.”
“That’s your Juno position for tonight?!” Yoongi looked at him, then to you.
You nodded enthusiastically, “Yeah, the Eiffel Tower!”
When it finally registered in his head, everyone can see Yoongi’s shoulders deflating as he shakes his head with a smile. Just smiling over how stupid yet creative this whole thing is. His defeated stance made Fred and the dancers laugh.
“I swear, we should change that fishbowl method,” he muttered, pushing his hair back.
“I think the fishbowl likes you a lot,” you teased him.
“I don’t think it was just the fishbowl,” he replied, making you pause while you three walk to the heart-shaped center stage.
Noah, who did not hear that last line since he walked faster, snapped his fingers, “Catch up, lovers. Let’s do this test run for the Eiffel Tower. I’m honestly starting to feel like the third wheel here.”
He said the name sarcastically, which resulted to you rolling your eyes and Yoongi scratching the back of his neck. You get into the position. You have your sparkly mic in your right hand, singing the last line before the pose.
“Wanna try out some freaky position?”
The guys stood on your front and back. Noah was on the front, while Yoongi was behind you.
“Have you ever tried… this one?”
You bent forward as Yoongi and Noah high-fived over you, which instantly earned some whistling and cheers from your tour staff and dancers. You laughed, making you lose balance and accidentally grind against Yoongi. You only snapped out of it when he instinctively gripped your hips to steady you in place.
Noah, who saw this happen, gaped, “Oh my god, someone wash my eyes with holy water.”
Being the dramatic one, he threw up his hands and walked away in exaggerated disbelief. You and Yoongi, on the other hand, seemed to be in your own little world as you looked over your shoulder to look at him.
“Oops, sorry,” you said without really meaning it.
He raised an eyebrow, “Really?”
You shrugged, standing back up, “Eh.”
Noah groaned from afar, leaning on one of the big speakers near their instruments, “Where is the HR for this tour?! I need to report something!”
The joke made everyone laugh. Akio, being the second most dramatic one in the band, dramatically consoled Noah. You stifled a laugh, turning around in their direction.
“Oh my god, you’re making me look like I’m a problem here.” you fed into their little bit that was going on.
Your best friend accusedly pointed out his finger, “You are the problem, and so is Tower B over there.”
Mr. Tower B, who stood next to you, remained casual as he muttered, “I don’t mind what’s going on. I kinda liked the view.”
The subtle smugness in his statement got a loud reaction from everyone. Fred laughed. The dancers howled. Akio and Noah groaned. The rehearsals are getting a little messier so Art had to step in.
“Okay, everyone. Let’s go rehearse the performance from the top again,” he signalled the dancers to stand up before turning to you and Yoongi. “And less thrusting, this time.”
You gasped even though you knew he was just teasing you, “There was no thrusting! I accidentally ground against him, that’s very much different!”
Art gave you a look that said, “Uh-huh, sure.”
Yoongi remained unbothered, “Yeah, thrusting is different. It requires intent.”
With that unexpected remark, the room erupted with laughter. All while your eyes widened, feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks.
“Yoongi!” you scolded him through an embarrassed gritted grin.
He looked at you, nonchalant as he blinked innocently, “What? I was just explaining!”
