yoongi x reader/you (3rd person)
angsty with a tinge of fluff
pg-15 ; b/c of murder
w/c: 1363
— for @sleepytime-sugatea ♡
wherein you discover Yoongi’s secret.
It wasn’t a particularly special day. Y/N was lounging on the couch, binge watching a meaningless drama and stuffing carrot sticks into her mouth. Outside, the clouds were getting heavy, saturating in thick grey clumps. The perfect day for her, but nothing extraordinary. Her phone buzzed on the table, and she answered it without looking.
“Hello?”
“Babe,” Yoongi huffed almost breathlessly. Y/N’s face crumpled, noticing his short-winded tone.
“What’s wrong?”
“Are you at home?”
Y/N looked around her apartment, turning the volume of the TV down. She smiled to herself, wondering why he would ask. “It’s Saturday.”
Yoongi cursed loudly. “Of course. Don’t leave the house.” Without an explanation, he hung up. Y/N felt her stomach drop. From the five years of being together with Yoongi, never once had he sounded so anxious, let alone hang up without a goodbye. His ambiguous nature had been deciphered by her and Y/N now understood how he worked, as he understood her.
Or so she thought since he should’ve already known that a dubious situation such as this would make her mind run. Not wanting to jump to conclusions as she does more often than not, Y/N stood up to make herself a cup of tea.
She sent a quick text to Yoongi after getting comfortable on her couch again.
Tell me what’s wrong.
Her phone kept silent, her wandering mind stopped when she forced her attention to the television. The only reminder that Y/N kept of the moment was her eyes that kept darting to her phone. It wasn’t more than half an hour before there was a loud rapping at her door. Y/N sighed loudly, not wanting to move.
When Yoongi called out, somewhat desperately, Y/N shot up and ran to the door quicker than she could close her eyes.
Yoongi’s hair was a mess, his eyes were wild, even frightened. Y/N reached out to gently touch his cheek. “What happened?” He only took her wrist and planted a hasty kiss on it, shaking his head.
“You’ve got to come to my house, please. We’ve got to go right now, just get a coat.” He glanced down at Y/N’s lingerie under her untied robe and flushed. “Actually, just change. Please.”
“Aren’t we just going to your house?” Y/N retorted in a flirtatious manner, wondering why she couldn’t just put on a jacket and shorts.
Yoongi put his fist to his eyes. “Ah, yes. I just need you with me right now, please. Can you change now?”
Five years and Y/N still flushes at the simplest of things. Although a little concerned at the current events, Y/N let Yoongi inside and went to put on proper clothes. When Y/N returned, she found him shutting all the curtains and switching the TV off. Immediately, he grabbed her hand and they rushed out of the apartment.
Yoongi drove to his house silently. Y/N chattered a little in order to lighten the mood, or get him to talk, but she had never seen him as disturbed as he was now. Being a little calculative, Y/N did not like being thrust into the unknown. As her own doubts crossed her mind, the only grip on being able to keep cool was because of Yoongi’s hands in hers.
Y/N never failed to be amazed any time they came to his inherited mansion. Articulate, grand, and vintage. They agreed on reaching their 7th anniversary before ever moving in together. Yoongi often spent weeks on ends at her apartment, not liking the wide open spaces and lonely rooms of his abode. This wasn’t his permanent home though as he was already renting an apartment closer to the city for convenience sake. Mainly to only be a few blocks away from Y/N. They liked their arrangement anyway, both needed more personal space than others.
Before entering the house, Yoongi stops Y/N and turns her to face him. It hurt to see the lie spread in his empty smile, but Y/N smiled back, wanting to be as supporting as she could.
“I love you,” he whispered before planting a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll explain later. I will so please don’t look so worried.”
For Yoongi, anything for Yoongi. “You better,” Y/N mumbled. There was a flash of relief and calm as Y/N stroked his cheek, his eyes closing in spite of his tensed heart. The moment was over quick, with Yoongi back to looking insincere. They walked in the house and was greeted by Namjoon.
“Go up and continue your series. I’ll be back soon, my love,” Yoongi blurted. His hold tightened before letting Y/N’s go. Y/N quickly kissed him on the cheek and he was gone before anything else was said.
“Don’t worry,” Namjoon said easily, unsure of how Y/N would react. They’ve been friends for as long as she had been together with Yoongi.
“It’s hard not to,” Y/N replied, “but I’ll trust him until it gets carried away.”
With Namjoon’s company and reassurance, her mood lightened. As she walked through the familiar house, that heavy feeling she had felt since her apartment only darkened. Outside, she heard the fall of rain. Finally, she thought, the clouds had held it in for so long. Y/N tried to rationalise that it was the weather that suddenly made her bones feel cold and her fingers numb.
They found their way upstairs to the recreation room where Y/N put on the TV to continue her binge watching. It was hard to concentrate on clearing her mind when Namjoon kept glancing at the door, anticipating something, but soon he settled and made a rash comment on the show. They then started to bicker about the characters and the awful plot, which kept their worrying thoughts at bay.
“I don’t think he should’ve even been in this episode,” Namjoon said. “There’s no development with him here.”
Y/N gasped. “He sets the mood!”
“By being good-looking?” Namjoon sniggered.
“I don’t watch these things to look at their faces,” Y/N defended although her cheeks rushed with blood.
“Okay, fine. I’ll admit tha—”
A gunshot had echoed through the rooms. The silence felt heavier. Before the shock could pass, Y/N was out the door and running. She heard Namjoon’s scream for her to stay fill her ears but her heartbeat drowned it out. There was no knowing where it had come from until another gunshot sounded and she followed it downstairs to the living room.
Namjoon ran straight into the room to block her view but Y/N pushed him aside with a cry and Yoongi turned like a startled beast. There was breathless screaming from the wounded man on the floor, and Yoongi was standing over him, gun at the ready. When she met his eyes, oh, his freezing eyes, she flinched.
No one moved. Namjoon had his hands up, stance ready to dash and grab her if she ran. Fear cracked through the ice in Yoongi’s eyes the longer he stared at Y/N. She was now trembling, cold and afraid, unable to process anything but the heart aching love she had for Yoongi. The disabled man continued to groan, trying to drag himself awy. Y/N took a step forward, now looking at Namjoon. He relaxed, only a little, when he figured what she was going to do.
When she reached Yoongi’s side, they were both wet with tears. He expected a slap, a kick, a scream. He trembled, his gun still aimed at the man. Y/N took his free hand, all the while comforting him with her eyes, and locked their fingers tightly. She unexpectedly felt collected, realising that her love for this reckless man could overpower even murder.
Oh, how he broke when she looked towards the injured person and slowly nodded her head. Yoongi squeezed the trigger as hard as he squeezed her hand.
