Summary: “Perhaps he’s biased, but Yoongi’s pretty damn sure he could solve all your problems if you’d just give him a few hours to blow your back out”
a/n: body image/weight talk, i need to stop in general
prologue, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4
You feel the hairs on the back of your neck bristle for the fifth time that night and turn to glare at Yoongi from where he’s seated on your couch. He smiles oddly at you for a moment before returning his gaze to his phone. You frown at his cryptic behavior and scrub a hand over the back pocket of your slacks; feeling for crumbs, stray threads, a rip, literally anything that could be the reason for why he was constantly staring. When you don’t find anything out of the ordinary, you send him a warning scowl and return to work.
It’s not that you don’t like Yoongi looking at you, but things are complicated. The novelty of Yoongi’s near-devilish charm still hasn’t died off, still just as potent as ever. After spending most of your life as “the shy one”, you haven’t completely shaken the habit of getting flustered when people paid special attention to you. All of this combined that means that all Yoongi has to do is look at you like any enamored boyfriend would and you’ll squirm. Usually, you can ease some of the irrational stress by reminding yourself that he’s looking at you ‘like that’ simply because he wants to. Lately, though, he seems to be looking because he’s trying to figure out some sort of conundrum. You wonder if he’s quietly scrutinizing your new weight gain.
You’re not completely naïve and you’re pretty in tune with your body. You’re very much aware that you’ve put on some weight since starting the project. You might not mind so much if Yoongi wasn’t surrounded by tiny trainee girls in the music video released for this comeback season. From a logical standpoint, you know nothing would happen for a few reasons. The first being that Yoongi isn’t interested in the much younger girls on set. The second reason being that Yoongi is very fond of you. The third being that he has absolutely no time for ‘something on the side’. But you can’t help but wonder if maybe both your hectic schedules and your skittish demeanor would ever make him turn to other people.
Yoongi watches from the couch as you think yourself into a downward spiral about something probably not work-related. He knows he’s partially to blame for you spacing out with a worried look on your face. It’s because you caught him staring. Again.
While he’s not sure why anyone catching their significant other checking them out might send them into a fit of despair, he’s going to assume there’s a good reason for it. He knows you’re shy and that when he gets particularly amorous, it sets you into a flustered tizzy. But he really can’t help it. From where he’s sitting, he has a nice view of where you’re working with your back to him; standing, because he knows sitting blocks your thought process. It’s clear that your work slacks fit tighter than they usually do, no longer that conservatively loose fit and toeing the line of cheeky. Who wouldn’t stare?
“Goddamn,” he whispers, surprising both himself and you by breaking the silence in your living room.
“Hey, Yoongi?”
“Yeah?” He snaps his eyes up from your ass to the sight of you giving him a nervous look, lower lip trapped apologetically between your teeth. If he tries hard enough, he can almost forget your current situation and turn the sight of you looking at him with doe eyes into something he only sees as of late behind his closed eyelids during special nights alone with his right hand.
“I know I said it would be cool for you to stay here while I worked, but I think I’m getting distracted, and I’m really behind for today. Do you think maybe we could take a raincheck on hanging out?” He sighs, but gives you a small smile so you know he’s not mad. He supposes this is karma for winding you up.
“No, problem. Make sure you eat something, Smalls,” he says as he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead and gestures to the now-cold takeout he brought you, knowing you had probably skipped lunch and would likely work through dinner if you had it your way. “Don’t want you wasting away.” You try not to read into his last comment too much as you watch him toe on his shoes.
When he leaves, you want to ignore his request, but the smell of spicy wings still lingers though the food isn’t hot anymore. Soon you find yourself watching a plate piled high with chicken spin in the microwave with no recollection of how you even got to your kitchen. After eating, you lay on your stomach across the couch as you review spreadsheets and try not to fall into a food coma. Silently, you pledge to look up some workouts to do at home after you finish reviewing some reference graphs your team sent you.
You keep your promise to yourself and after you finish your work for the night, you spend an hour dodging the weird side of YouTube, managing to find a series of yoga videos that promise to keep you fit if you do them every day for 30 minutes. You figure you can manage dedicating a half an hour of your precious time to making sure you don’t feel guilty all the time.
The next time Yoongi comes over, you tell him about your new home workout regimen. He listens politely as he watches you putter around in your baggiest sweats and chatter about this routine you found that’s been giving you more energy. When you suggest he watch and see if it’s something he’d like to do with you, he nods, knowing full well he won’t see anything worth doing. Yoga is not his thing unless its corpse pose with a pillow and blanket. He still watches because he’s glad you’re feeling a little less stressed and he wants to be engaged during his short time with you.
Unfortunately for Yoongi, watching you do thirty minutes of yoga turns out to be the most stressful half hour he’s ever experienced. That is, he’s fairly certain he’s never been harder in his whole life. The whole video seemed to be a series of poses that did nothing but put your ass on display. First it was the cat pose, which Yoongi thinks would be more accurately titled doggy pose for obvious reasons. Then it was the rock pose, which still reminded him of doggy style and not at all of rocks. He nearly laughs at how cruel the universe is when you get into downward dog. When you finally end the video with a wide-legged forward bend stretch, he quickly adjusts his boner and fumes silently.
While he knows for sure he won’t be doing the yoga with you, he certainly enjoys watching you do yoga. Perhaps he enjoys it too much, but he can’t really do anything about it because he’s giving you some space right now. The stress of the project has you so frazzled that you won’t even let him give you a backrub. He’s sure it’s because you’re not feeling comfortable in your own skin at the moment, so he wants to give you some time to become comfortable again. The only problem is that lately he wants to touch you more than ever. Perhaps he’s biased, but Yoongi’s pretty damn sure he could solve all your problems if you’d just give him a few hours to blow your back out.
Yoongi breathes harshly out his nose before excusing himself to your bathroom. It seems that imagining all the ways he could make you forget your stress isn’t a good idea given the current state of things. You furrow your brows at his sudden departure from the room and wonder if he’s mad you made him watch the 30 minute video. Knowing how patient he usually is has you convinced he can’t actually be mad you made him put his phone down for half an hour to watch a video. You wonder if maybe your stress is rubbing off on him and walk down the hall to the bathroom to talk with him. When you call his name quietly, you don’t get a response. You press your ear to the door, about to call his name once more when you hear the tell-tale sound of Yoongi jerking off.
Even though the last time you had sex was about 2 month ago, you’re still well attuned to the sounds of Yoongi when he’s near his peak. The sounds coming from the other side of your bathroom door are the very same sounds. Yoongi, normally stoic, is a bit more vocal when he’s in ecstasy. There’s a symphony of low whines wrapping around the syllables of your name and slowly his strange behavior doesn’t seem so strange anymore.
You walk back to the living room with warm cheeks and can’t look Yoongi in the eye when he comes out of the bathroom ten minutes later, making a lame excuse about having to go pick something up at the dorm before practice. You don’t call his bluff and instead study his awkward movements as he gathers his things and prepares to leave. Instead, you elect to test your hypothesis.
You bend over to grab at the hat he brought that must have fallen on the floor from its spot on the couch. The quiet curse you hear while you take your time scooping up the garment is all the confirmation you need. When you stand up and look over your shoulder at him, you see him with his head cocked and his mouth a little slack. His eyes, usually dark and liquid like ink, are like sharp obsidian zeroed in on your lower back. You smile saccharinely at him.
“I guess this is goodbye for now,” he breathes, looking far away and hungry. You take advantage of how pliant he is in his nearly-hypnotized state and place a soft kiss on his slack mouth before walking him to the door.
“That’s okay. I’ll see you soon.” You watch him nod slowly as he comes out of his daze now that you’re throwing him out. It’s in that moment that you decide to have fun with your knowledge of Yoongi’s new weakness. The startled look he gives you when you give him a sharp smack on the butt to get him outside your door quicker is priceless.
