Studio Night (Idol!Yoongi x Reader)
Genre: Fluff Characters: Idol!Yoongi, Idol!Hoseok, Reader Rating: T Word Count: 945 Warnings: None, it’s just fluff. A/N: Just a short oneshot I wrote for fun! Everything I’ve been writing recently has been so dark and long, I thought I’d write something completely opposite. Hope you enjoy it. (Also, I know the header pic is not my best work, it was done quickly. Please don’t come for me lol) xx
Yoongi sat alone in his studio, the door shut and locked. He tapped his pen onto the desk before jotting down a few more lines on the paper. Reading it back to himself, he scoffed, ripping it from the notebook and throwing it into the already overflowing trash can.
He looked at the time on his computer. 1:12 am.
He had been in the studio almost all day, and still had nothing to show for it. Everything he wanted to say, he couldn’t seem to put into words. He tried playing a few strings on his guitar, but no note seemed to speak to what he was feeling.
Yoongi looked at the messy state his desk was in; empty cans of various drinks, wrappers from several hours’ worth of snacks, a notebook with half the pages ripped out, a pen and his phone, opened to your Instagram. He grabbed his device, looking at your profile. He scrolled down, taking in every sweet-smiled picture you’ve posted, every night out with friends, every new adventure you were excited to share.
He stumbled on an old picture of the two of you. He smirked, remembering it clearly.
“Come on, Yoongi, we hang out all the time and I don’t have a single picture with you!”
“Agh…” He groaned. He leaned back on the couch in your living room, watching you get your phone camera ready.
“Please, Yoongi?” You pleaded, looking up at him with big eyes. “Just one.”
“Fine…” He grumbled playfully. He knew it was useless, he couldn’t seem to tell you no.
He scooted in slightly closer to you, afraid you could hear how hard his heart was beating. The scent of your perfume tickled his nose, and he could feel how warm you were, even from the distance.
“Look, I know you’re trying to act like you’re too cool for anything,” You teased, smiling at him when he raised his eyebrows. “But could you at least pretend like we’re friends.”
A grin creeped up on Yoongi’s face, amused at your teasing. He scooted even closer to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder.
“That’s more like it.” You said through giggles. Yoongi’s grin became a full, gummy smile, as you rested your head into him for the picture.
With one quick snap, it was over. You pulled away from him, your warmth leaving him. His face dropped as you focused on your phone, flipping through the filters.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, startling him. He quickly shut off his phone before cracking the door opened slightly, peeking out to see Hoseok greeting him with a sleepy smile.
“Hey, do you need anything? I’m about to head home for the night.” He asked. Yoongi opened the door completely.
“No, I’m ok. Just trying to figure this song out.” Yoongi said, walking back to his desk.
“What’s the hang up?” Hoseok asked, coming into the studio.
“I uh…” Yoongi started, not knowing how to explain. “I guess I know the concept for it, like, I know what I want to say. I just don’t know how to say it.”
Hoseok nodded, trying to think of something helpful to say with the vague answer Yoongi gave him. Yoongi’s phone interrupted, vibrating loudly on the desk. They both looked down to see a message from you.
Hey, loser, are you up?
Hoseok watched as Yoongi snatched his phone quickly, a smirk on his face as he read your message again, before pulling up his messages to text you back immediately.
“I think I get what you mean.” Hoseok said to Yoongi, face glued to his phone.
“Hm.” Yoongi hummed, half-listening to his friend.
“It’s hard to find the words sometimes to tell a girl how you feel.” Hoseok said, causing Yoongi’s head to shoot up, his brows furrowed as he looked genuinely clueless.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Yoongi mumbled, causing Hoseok to laugh.
“You’re in love with Y/N, it’s pretty obvious.” Hoseok said. “You can’t write the song because you won’t admit it. You can’t put words to how you feel if you’re not willing to even acknowledge it.”
Yoongi scoffed, his instincts to get defensive kicking in.
“I’m not in love with her. I didn’t sit in this room all day, trying to write a song for Y/N.” Yoongi rolled his eyes, bringing his attention back to your message. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Hoseok laughed. “Ok, Yoongi. Whatever you say, I won’t push you.”
Yoongi watched his friend wave goodbye as he walked out of the studio door, a smug smile on his face.
He huffed dismissively as he sat back down in his chair, looking at the bubble on his screen. He leaned back, waiting on your message, his thumbs wiggling over the screen in anticipation.
I can’t sleep. I know you’re working, but do you care if I come over?
Yoongi’s gummy smile couldn’t help but show itself as he read your message. Another bubble popped up, and Yoongi felt his heart thud as he read your message;
Who knows? Maybe I can convince you to write your next song about how great I am. haha!
He laughed at your playful message, loving the innocence that you had not knowing how right you actually were; how much truth there was in your joke.
You can try, kid. Come over whenever, the door is always unlocked.
He hit send, a jolt of excitement shooting through him at the realization that he gets to see you. He curses Hoseok under his breath with a smile on his face, hating to admit that his friend just might be right. x
