Genre: Romance, Smut, Fluff
Warnings: Cursing, Implications
Summary: After dating for almost 3 years, the armiys and Yoongi’s label have found out about your relationship. Now you have to deal with it in your extraordinarily normal life.
It was a supreme blessing that he had the next day off of performing. I knew later in the day Yoongi had to film some things for V Live and such, but he said I could tag along for those. I woke up first and it was about an hour before our alarm was set for. I wriggled out of his grasp and stood up, stretching as soon as my feet hit the carpeted floor. I tiptoed across the room to the mini fridge to search for possibly something to eat. I obviously knew he didn’t because he leaned on his bandmates for that. Hmm. That was a good idea. I was gonna go mooch.
I was just in one of his shirts at this point, so I pulled on the black robe he had so graciously hung in the closet and made sure to tighten it. I slipped on his slippers that were sizes too big on me and made sure to grab a room card. Surely one of the other boys rooms had to be close to here, so I guess I’d just- guess. I didn’t even bother trying to be quiet when leaving because I knew nothing could possibly wake him up when he knew he didn’t need to be.
I walked right across the hall to room 23 and knocked lightly on the door. When I heard movement in the room signifying someone was awake, I knocked a little bit louder. “(Y/N)?” I heard Jin’s accent clear as day. He opened the door and pulled me into a hug. “It’s good to see the reason I’m stuck sharing a room with Jimin.” I laughed. It would be just like Yoongi to request the solo room when it wasn’t his turn.
I ran over to Jimin who was sitting in a chair and basically tackled him. He laughed into whatever phone call he was in. “Yes, Alicia, she’s here and she’s okay. She’s also crushing my ribcage.” Leave it to them to be on the phone already. The two had become best friends since our first meeting and were inseparable even if they were countries apart. Most of the time I felt like I had two kids when I was around them together. Even the kind Jimin became a little demon with some pushing from the devil on his shoulder. “I'm gonna come see you during my break so we can see Guardians. You already saw it? Too bad, we’re going again. Haha, see ya.” Then he hung up and gave me a big squeeze.
“What are you guys doing today?” I asked, standing up and sitting onto one of their beds. It was made so I figured it was Jimin’s. Jin sat on the unmade one. Ahh, I was right.
“Well, we have filming later. I thought you guys were going to the movies?” Jimin asked, standing up and walking over to their fridge. He knew me too well, it was gross. “Iced Tea and frosted flakes good? We have milk too.”
“Yes, please. And something for the beast.”
“He’d be pissed if you ate and didn’t get him food.” Jin laughed. Jimin walked over with a handful of food and passed it over to me.
“Can one of you grab my keycard and swipe it for me? I’m not gonna be able to get it out with all of this food in my hands.” I stood up and Jimin grabbed it for me. “After you.” I chided and kicked the door open with my foot and he skipped over it holding the single card. I really should have had him carry the assorted breakfast packs and I just should have walked light of weight but I could never think that far ahead.
As I turned out the door, I dropped all of the food that Jimin had given me. There was my boyfriend standing in the doorway with a towel just sinking below his waistline as he pulled a cart of room service breakfast into the room. He winked at me and slipped into the room, dropping the towel outside of the door. Jimins sighed as he passed me up the keycard and he bent down to pick up all of the goods. “Prissy prissy, Yoongi…” He mumbled as I tightened the string wrapped around me on his robe.
“Sorry for being a pain in the ass!” I called and I jogged back to the room and let myself inside. “Please tell me you put on boxers.” I spoke as I didn't even look in his direction but instead at all of the food he had ordered.
“You don't wanna suck my cock for breakfast?” he teased, wrapping his arms around me and slipping off my robe. Before I could even protest he put one of his shirts over me and bent down to step my legs into a pair of panties. That means he definitely went into my suitcase and saw how much shit I packed. He was silently judging me and I knew it.
“Shut up.” I playfully hit his thigh and felt the fabric. Thank god. I leaned up and gave him a quick kiss. “Why are you awake?” I started to make a plate of food from the buffet he had ordered.
“We have a showtime to catch in an hour and a half. I gotta be ready.” He took the first plate I made, as expected, so then I began to make my own.
“Yoongi, I don't understand Korean.”
“Lucky for you, you already saw it.”
The movie was great again and I stopped my complaining as soon as the trailers began, However, I found myself distracted. I could feel the eyes on the back of my head and it seemed that Yoongi was basically immune. He’d picked the best theater around and it just happened to be about an hour away from where he had to film. I had decided to tag along and chill behind the scenes but as my phone charged in the black van, I checked twitter. He was asleep on me, so it was okay.
“I knew it.” The whisper was soft.
There was a thread all throughout my mentions of the girl who was sat behind the ‘power couple’ at the movies. She’d started with that she wasn’t sure at first that it was him and I. He had a hat on, so she couldn't see his hair color in the dark theater. Then he made some snarky comment and stared at me for my reaction. Then when I had turned to him, she’d caught a glimpse of my face and knew it. She put the thread in English and it was so broken, but I had the gist of it.
She had literally written down every detail of our date and it was almost terrifying. She wrote about how we shared the same drink and how during really funny moments Yoongi would lean over and translate for me. Every time I responded with I know and he just shrugged it off and continued to do it. She wrote about how he grabbed my hand a lot and rubbed over it with his thumb when our fingers weren’t laced together. She wrote about how I wouldn’t let him eat the popcorn before the trailers because I complained that he would eat it all before the movie even started. Then he bitched and bitched, but gave in. She wrote about how in love we seemed. How happy he was. How proud she was of him for being able to come out about the girl he loves and being confident with her. Confident about me.
I couldn’t decide if I should show him, but I knew that the boys would show him later so I didn’t bother. I kept glancing at him as he slept across my lap. His black jacket was unzipped, showing his plain white tee that he managed to make look like it was all that above his black jeans and black boots. His hat was on my head, the one with the rings on it, my favorite. He crinkled his nose every few moments and turned his head over and over. Everytime I fixed his hair because I knew it would bother me if it wasn’t perfect. He always appreciated that. Waking up with styled to perfection hair by yours truly. It was something so stupid, but he expected it at this point.
I was just in awe that he had dyed it mint green again. My favorite just to make sure this vacation with me was perfect. It’s like he knew I would come see him early and knowing him he did it while I was on my flight over. He was just so- exceptional. He made this whole distance thing easy and it was hard.
The worst was when it came to explaining him to my family. He’d met a good amount of them at this point, but at first they were very uneasy with it. My cousins would go on and on about how he was probably fucking someone else while he was on tour and my aunts and uncles thought I was crazy and joking for the first half a year of dating him. My grandmother was the only one who was so happy for me and filled with joy about me finding someone to love. Even if he was gone most of the time.
The first time I had mentioned meeting my family to Yoongi, he laughed his fucking ass off. He thought it was hilarious how I wanted them to meet him simply out of pettiness because they didn’t believe me. He declined and told me to ask him again when I wasn’t caught up in proving myself, but he swore up and down that he wanted to. I always believed him and there was never a doubt in my mind about that.
He first met them at my cousin's wedding. I knew it was safe to bring him to this because nobody in my family had any clue about BTS or K-pop for that matter. He’d flew in early the morning of and had helped me do my hair. I was going to wear a dress, but he came in clutch with that too. He’d shown up with a silver and black dress that was very classy. Although, I was nothing compared to him. At this time he had black hair and he was dressed in Gucci just so I could show him off. He would never admit to me why he wore such an expensive suit, but I knew that was why. We always clicked over being petty.
I was knocked out of my thoughts by a familiar song. It was a Star Wars song, the Imperial March. I looked around in confusion only to see Yoongi’s phone lighting up. I shook my leg a little bit and leaned down to his ear. “Bear, you’re getting a call.” I nudged. He waved me off. “Honey beaaaaaar.” I dragged it out and he sat up. He kept his eyes closed and his face looked angry. Before he picked up the call I noticed that it was from skull emoji, skull emoji, skull emoji. So it was his label.
He answered and spoke with a nasty tone. I could only understand one thing of all of the shit he said in the 30 second phone call and it was “I’m on my way.” He angrily hung up the phone while I could hear another voice yelling coming through it and he store into my eyes. He reached his hand up and pinched my cheek then laid his head on my shoulder. He was gonna do this?
“What happened? Are you late for filming?” I shrugged my shoulder so he would get the message to sit up and look at me. He did.
“Nah, I thought that too. They’re mad I didn’t tell them I flew you out here and that I took my girlfriend on a date. Funny, isn’t it?” I felt an overwhelming feeling of regret run through me. So he’d gotten torn up because I wasn’t able to handle something. I suddenly felt his hand on mine rubbing around it and he peaked up to give me a small kiss. “Stop taking the weight of my job onto your shoulders. Forget all that shit and pay attention to me. I’m a bit of a narcissist so I’ll need it.”
I broke into full blown laughter and pulled him into another kiss. It ended there, along with him being conscious enough to speak to me. It baffled me how quickly he fell asleep after boasting about his own life. He was just so- cute. And he knew it too.
I ended up mostly on my phone as they filmed a gayo. I liked to watch them so I truthfully didn’t pay attention so I could be surprised later on. They were all so full of life in them and even excited to film them from what I overheard. I got lost in the world of memes and music until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up from my screen to see one of the group's managers. Great.
He motioned me to follow him and I did with the fakest smile I owned on. He led me out of the recording area and in the hallway. Then down it to an office. “Hey, how are you?” I was fake as hell, but I had to impress. Apparently, this was my boss too. I couldn’t help but to laugh at that one. Chul Bak was the name on the door. Ahh, this was one of their publicity people.
“I’m doing good. I see you and Suga are- doing good.” His sincerity was as real as mine. The higher ups never liked dealing with me too much. It wasn’t because I was this terrible person, but more of they didn’t like the idea of me. The idea that their precious Suga was in love with some normal American girl from New York.
“Better than ever.” I was snarky with that one, I didn’t mean to be. I just couldn’t help it. The amount of times this man and all of the others had begged me and bribed me to leave the love of my life was insane. Now, I guessed they were mad I was in Korea and not wallowing away in my hole of a town after their stunt.
“Suga invited you to set? And you two went out? Do you know how bad that-” I wasn’t in the mood.
“Do you know how bad it is for me that you tweeted out my job address? I can’t even do my fucking job.” I snapped. He was here to get mad at me for living my life when his team literally disrupted my alone life. They drove me to be in Korea for the final two days of the tour. They did this to me and he had the audacity to make me feel guilty about spending time with Yoongi.
He was silent for a moment. “Yes, we apologize for that. It was unprofessional.”
“And so is this meeting.”
Then I walked out of the room. Then down the hallway and out the door to the lot of studios outside. I was taking deep breaths and my exhales lasted forever. The door that had slammed behind me moments earlier opened again and slammed behind whoever walked out. I heard a huffing of breath and knew it had followed me.
“I figured you’d lose your cool.” he began. I crossed my arms and didn't even turn to face him. “Listen here you little bitch.” Wasn’t surprised. Out of the building, off of the books. He wanted this. “You need to get off whatever high horse you’re on and stop mooching off of my group. You’re ruining them. I don’t care how much their little fans like you or anything, we don’t like you. We matter. We don’t give a flying fuck if you make Min Yoongi happy, we just care that he’s working and you’re a distraction.”
He paused for dramatic effect. “He doesn’t love you. He loves rebelling, darling. He’s the underground rapper bad boy that’s soft at heart. And he’s using you for attention. He’s an actor, an idol. His job is fooling the world and you’re just apart of it. So do yourself a favor and take these tickets.” He placed them by my feet. “And take that car over there and leave. Block his number and leave.”
Then he left me. The moment I was alone I sunk onto the pavement and sat on the curb. I didn’t believe him in any sense, but I couldn’t find any words to spite him with. All I could find was myself slowly breaking down from the stress and from being screamed at for simply existing. My hysterical crying began and my face was red from anger. If it could have turned blue, it would of too. Then maybe I’d be purple in this situation.
I was never this emotional. I had never cried as much as I had lately due to this shit going on. I was always strong and he fell in love with strong. The stringy mess I had been portraying myself of for the past 2 weeks was pathetic and I felt pathetic. Y/N Y/L/N was a strong woman who didn’t rely on anyone else for the majority of her life and it can’t end now.
Except for the fact that I was broke and I wanted to the pity. I wanted to be taken care of and to rely on another person instead of pulling myself back together again with shitty dollar store tape. I couldn’t do it alone anymore. I reached behind myself and tore up the ticket he left. Fuck that guy.
I dialed the number I knew by heart. I just couldn’t go back in there now. I took a large sniff to try to hide that I’d been crying before he picked up. “Hey!” he was out of breath. “Where’d ya’ go?”
“I’m uh-” I sounded sadder than I wanted too. “Needed fresh air, might be getting sick . It was stuffy in the-”
“You sound stuffy. “ he sighed, “What exit did you go out of? I’ll be there in 5 to go back to the hotel. I guess I can pack up the buffet to go…”
“I don’t want to ruin your set snacks.” Guilt.
“Nah, we can both enjoy it. Go to the car, actually. It’ll be easier. Don’t rub your eyes, they’ll be puffy all night.” Then he hung up with a quick love you before I could even respond. Always knew the way to my heart.
Then to the car I went. I was pretty sure he had no clue what had just happened to me and I was stuck on telling him or not. He’d just get angry and he had a temper most of the time. Then I’d end up apologizing and he’d get madder because I had no real right to be mad when I was the victim. Somewhere inside of me, I figured he’d know.
Minutes later when he got into the car, he knew. He totally knew. He was hysterical laughing. “So this guy that I’d only seen from a distance came up to me and apologized for my loss right-” he was speaking while chewing as well.
“Ah man.” I took a bite of the food. He had gotten a little bit of everything, but half the plate was mac and cheese. My favorite on set snack.
“And I was like what loss? What do you mean? And he was like ‘oh I saw Y/N outside and she was leaving with plane tickets without you’ and I was like huh?? Okay??? Alright. Then I told Namjoon to fire him because I didn’t want to deal with it anymore. I was in awe that he had said that to me, but what did he say to you?”
“I don’t think Nam can fire him, Yoos.” I looked at him and laughed. I was depressed before, but he always cheered me up. If I was his sun, he was mine too. We were both suns in this alternate universe I seemed to be living in. “He said you didn’t care about me.” He waved it off, almost choking from laughter and the food in his mouth. “And he called me a bitch.” Then he stopped and swallowed whatever he had shoved down his tiny throat.
“He called you a name?” He put the plate down on the seat behind us and moved closer to me. His hand was rubbing my back while the other whipped out his phone and dialed a number. He never really liked to go above his leaders head so any bitching was done to Namjoon. It wasn’t like he didn’t know where to go, but he almost felt let it was disrespectful in a way.
“Hey, RM!” He started bright and cheery, which was different from the furious vibe he was giving off. “Yeah, I was totally serious before, you really need to fire that dude. He was lying and shit, yeah. But he fucking called her a bitch? You better talk to someone because if I ever see that man again I’ll probably beat the shit out of him and if he gets a punch in he’ll fuck up my face and it’ll be your fault that you made me talk to them. Thanks, bro. See you tomorrow.”
He smirked at me and stuck out his tongue, then his face became more compassionate than earlier. His hand was still on my back and he wrapped it around me and tugged me a bit closer. “That was hot, right?”
I sighed. “Whatever you say, stinky.” I leaned my head against his chest and I felt him sigh.. His eyes watched me and his now free hand went to my messy hair and combed through it. “Sorry if it’s knotty.” He laughed, it was always knotty. My hair sucked.
His phone made a bubble popping noise. His annoying text tone. His hand was out of my hair and right with his best friend. “The boys wanna know if you wanna get dinner tonight? They’re sad because they didn’t see you.”
“Yeah, of course. Do you have to come?” He scoffed, clearly offended. “I’m kidding, you baby. You can come, but do we have to go somewhere nice? You guys have a habit of taking me to places I can’t afford or even dress nice enough to belong in.”
“I’ll dress you, feed you, and impress you, just like I’ll do with our kids one day. Don’t call me a baby if it’s not in a hot way, c’mon.” He moved away from me and stretched, getting ready for his hundredth nap of the day. If anyone had a problem, it was him. Then there he was, on top of me again. He was passed out within moments, but his head was directly on my- you know- and I couldn’t move him. I was ready to die.
Once we got back to the hotel, I was the one to pass out while Yoongi slipped out of the room for some shopping for me. He had ripped open my luggage to see if I had anything suitable and I wasn’t quite sure why he looked. Of course I didn’t. He really wanted to have more faith in me than he should have.
Then I woke up to the most beautiful dress I had ever seen hanging on the wall in front of the bed. I shot up in shock and almost levitated towards it. The price tag was ripped off onto the ground. Clever of him, he knew if I saw the price I’d return it automatically, which could only mean it was expensive. Before even touching the beautiful gold champagne colored dress in front of me, I bent over and picked it up.
“Herve Leger Iman.” I read out loud, my voice was drowned out by the noise of running water in the bathroom. “Never heard of th- woah. Yoongi!” I yelled, bursting into the bathroom. “You spent 1,350 dollars on a dress for a dinner with your band?!”
His laughed echoed. “It’s a very nice dress, oh thank you Yoongi! I love you so so much!” he mocked me in a tone that sounded nothing like me. “And I love the other dress you got me for the concert tomorrow! I’m so glad you make sure I’m dressed nicely to be seen out in public with the idol Min Yoongi! You are so talented!” His voice became normal as he turned off that water. “Is what I expected. Now, go get dressed.”
Without a word, I walked out and stripped on my way to the dress. It was a beautiful metallic gold champagne, which was different than the mostly black dresses he bought me. It had a low, sweetheart neckline and tapered straps. Now, fully naked, I went into my suitcase to find the perfect beige bra and matching panties. With that, I scrambled for deodorant and pulled his big robe on again so I could do my makeup without destroying the beauty (and money) in front of me.
Even though this dinner was some fancy thing, I was far from it. My hair and makeup were boring, even though my dress was extravagant. I was feeling confident, however. I got my winged eyeliner right on the first shot. My hair wasn’t frizzy either, it must be the new country giving me good luck for once. I curled it with my wand and used a light amount of hairspray so it would hold in place for the night and I could just re-curl it tomorrow for their show.
“Yoongi!” I called for him as I unzipped the dress and stepped into it, “I need help with the zipper!” I held it up as I walked towards the bathroom door, banging on it. “C’mon, don’t make me go across the hall.”
No response. I groaned and grabbed a key card. I paraded out into the hallway, holding up my beautiful dress and banged on Room 23. Nobody answered the door there either, so I tried Room 21.
“Hello?” There was an unfamiliar voice as the door creaked open. “You’re the girl that ran into me last night!”
I stood in embarrassment. “Uh, sorry- I got the wrong room-”
His eyes were dark as he stepped towards me and I stepped in the opposite direction, my hand clenching tighter on the grip of my dress. “I mean, I’d let you run into me again, if you want that… I see you’re half undressed already.”
I always thought when I was faced with a situation I could get out of, I’d run away. That I wouldn’t stop like a deer in the headlights. It always seemed like such a weird thing when on tv or in a movie that a person would stop when faced with a situation they could have easily run from. Like a car coming at you from a farther distance or a man with a knife in front of you. Or this man.
This would have probably been the moment I would have died if a half dressed Jin didn’t run into the hallway moments after my perfuse banging on the door to pull me back into their room.
“Was I frozen?” I asked, barely understanding what had happened moments earlier. “Was I almost jus-”
“Yeah.” Jin’s voice was sullen and he zipped up the back of my dress without me even asking. He buttoned his pants and extended an arm towards me, which I gladly took. When we stepped back out into the hallway, the door for Room 21 was closed. I let myself back into my room and we gave each other silent nods. Jin and I had always been close. He always vibed as my other brother figure and I absolutely loved him for that.
Yoongi was standing in the center of the room, slipping to his shoes. “Where’d you go?” he asked, walking over to a mirror.
I cleared my throat, “I need the zipper pulled up, so I could put on my shoes. Jin… Jin helped me.” I wasn’t gonna tell him. I didn’t wanna ruin this night and make him stay in or get arrested. I’d be hated even more and my wings were perfect today, so I didn’t need it.
He ran over to the closet and I swear it was the fasted I’d ever seen him move. “You look amazing in that, but imagine how amazing you’ll look tomorrow in this!” He pulled out another dress and held it in front of his big gummy smile. Man, did he love spoiling me. He also loved making me embarrassed and he knew buying me things did just that. Especially if they brought attention to me, like this one would.
I knew that dress he was holding, It was a Monique Lhuillier Illusion Dress. It was almost 4,000 dollars and I’d pointed it out a few weeks ago to him, saying how beautiful and vibrant it was. Along with expensive. The color was what really intrigued me; It was called gunmetal. It was a midi dress with sequins. The color was a silver, blackish color with an illusion neckline. It was breathtaking and attention-stealing.
“And I got you these white heels to wear with it from payless.” He snorted. “I really went all out on those, let me tell you.” He hung the dress back up and I walked over to him in his Saint Laurent jacket and wrapped my arms around him. The two fabrics meeting was a harsh feeling, but I squeezed him as hard as I could.
“I love you.” I mused, looking up at his button face. He leaned down and kissed me then mocked me by repeating my words in his stupid voice. I just smiled instead of responding with something snarky as I pulled away. “Where are the shoes for this dress? I’d wear those white ones, but it would look super weird.”
He froze. “I may have forgotten to get you shoes for that dress.” We both took deep breaths and sharply exhaled at the same time. “...Are you gonna wear your converse.”
“I’m gonna wear my converse.” I spoke over the end of his sentence and his face was simply buried in his hands. Leave it to us to make a fancy dinner even better. Oh, twitter was gonna be fun tomorrow.
Of course, they were all dressed to the nine’s. They had all seemed to dress like they were headed to some award show tonight, but in reality it was a fancy dinner that I had deemed the pre end of tour dinner. They’d have another one of these tomorrow and knowing them it would be at some low scale place. They were chill guys for such ‘important’ people.
Being around the seven of them was always a joy. The absolute love and friendship they had for each other was so impressive. Especially the fact that they weren’t sick of each other yet. I’d seen them have their tiny arguments, but they always went back to being best friends in minutes. Back to being brothers in almost an instant.
They were the goofiest guys I’d ever been around and the most embarrassing people I could be with in public. For guys that were always in the back of someone's mind and their vision in public, they were loud and obnoxious. We were at one of the fanciest restaurants around and they had just been told to quiet down and to please stop flinging food. They weren’t doing it to be rude. They just got so caught up in each other and being happy.
The waiter was completely starstruck when he first walked over to the table. He couldn’t believe all of BTS was out together and came to his job. Neither could his manager and neither could any of the waitstaff when they all gathered around. They were fawning over the boys and just in awe. Eventually, I asked Yoongi to ask them if they wanted me to take a picture of all of them with the boys.
When he asked, I could almost see them crying. They were all eager, but I could tell none of them wanted to be that guy who asked for the picture. I was handed up 12 different phones and took about 5 pictures on each of them to be courteous. They all kept saying thank you in english and I couldn’t do anything except smile and nod my head to show that it was no problem at all.
Jungkook and I had ended up in an intense conversation about video games. Tae kept trying to butt in, but the younger one kept pushing him out. He kept calling him Gucci and shoving his face away. It was hysterical. Kook was to my left, while Yoongi was on my right. His hand was on my thigh 90% of the night, rubbing around it just for some kind of skin on skin. I had shook him off when he tried to hold my hand because he was sweaty and I didn’t need that right now.
“Stop kicking him out of the conversation, Kook. He knows his stuff too.” I finally defended the fashion forward man. “Who have you mained lately?”
Tae looked like he was extremely confused when I actually asked him a direct question. “Uh, uh, uh Reaper!” he yelled out, causing a large laugh from all 3 of us. “Yeah, Reaper!”
“You really know your stuff!” Jungkook said extremely sarcastically while mocking his hyungs exact tone over and over. What a kid.
“The question we’re all dying to know the answer to-” I heard Hoseok loud and clear from next to my boyfriend. “Why are you wearing converse?” We all erupted into laughter as Yoongi’s head clunked onto the table next to his plate.
“That would be my fault.” He lifted his hand into the air, waving it while wiggling his fingers. “It blanked on my mind when I saw this dress.” He sat back up and ran his hand, open palmed up my side. All the way to my shoulder and then back down to my thigh, not breaking contact. “Suddenly I had other things in my head than shoes.”
They all made wooing noises and I couldn't help except to sigh and blush. For the quiet one, he was never too shy about his- personal life. At least, with them most of the time. The other part was him being extremely secretive and that was his favorite type of lifestyle. The lonely one.
A/N: Thanks for reading part 2! The feedback on the first part was crazy for me and I loved it! Thank you guys a lot. I hope you’re enjoying this so far and keep up with me, I’d love to know what you guys thought and just want you to know that my requests are open! I love writing lmao til next time!
