— competitive advantage | myg
⚖️ pairing: lawyer!yoongi x lawyer!reader ⚖️ au/genre: CEO au, enemies 2 lovers, fluff, angst, smut ⚖️ rating: M ⚖️ wc: 12,538 ⚖️ warnings: slowburn, enemies to lover, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, fingering, slight nipple play, shower sex, angst, fluff, smut ⚖️ an: previously written a few years ago, I have since gone back and edited the story so that it was all in the correct tense, and made some very minor changes, but nothing that would change the plot or impact the next stories! I just love this series, and have become a better writer since starting. ⚖️ summary: Min Yoongi is the General Counsel (head lawyer) for JinHit Conglomerate. You, the best friend of the tree-hugging environmentalist and a recently graduated environmental lawyer, get hired to help plan the non profit for Namjoon to surprise your friend. You have to work with Yoongi, who you think is a dick OR The one where Yoongi wants to throw the book at you. And by book, I mean his dick.
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Readjusting your shirt, you tug at the collar trying to cool down. The summer heat is starting to pick up, and despite your complaints of it being a Saturday, you’re happy you don’t have to dress up for this meeting. You hear the low ping of your phone in the back pocket of your shorts and ignore what you know is a message from your best friend, Khaity.
The hardest thing for you to do is to keep a secret. You’re not the type of person who likes being dishonest. Keeping secrets feels like a cloak suffocating you day by day until you’re pulling at the ties at your throat to undo the cloak’s grip and finally take a deep breath…
“Can you do that for me?” Kim Namjoon’s handsome face refocuses in your eyesight, and you nod, though your face says otherwise.
“It would mean the world to her, and she deserves so much more than that.”
You sigh, your heart clenching because you are lowkey jealous with how perfect your best friend’s relationship with JinHit Conglomerate CEO Kim Namjoon is.
“I’ll do it. Just tell me when and where and I’ll do it.”
You walk into JinHit Conglomerate, following directions from the text sent by your best friend’s newest boyfriend, thanks to you. You knew exactly what you were doing when you yelled at them as you left the restaurant, calling Khaity his girlfriend. You’ve had a penchant for playing cupid since you were younger and it hasn’t faded as you’ve aged. You mumble to yourself as you read the directions that tell you to take the elevator up to the executive hallway and head to room number 613. Apparently, everything you need to get started is up there.
“On a fucking Saturday though?” you groan aloud, still slightly annoyed that you’re wasting the beautiful day on this. You aren’t even an official employee yet.
You grasp the handle of the opaque door, opening it and freezing when you spot a blond haired man typing away on his iPad. He stops mid type, barely tilting his head to look in your direction with a snide lip curl before turning back to his iced americano and Apple product. With the glare from the sun coming through behind him, you can barely see more than the halo bouncing off his silky locks.
“You’re late.”
You scoff, rolling your eyes at the rude man. You wonder to yourself briefly if this is the mean one that your best friend told you about. Biting your tongue, you walk fully into the meeting room and take a seat across from the angry little blond man.
“Now that you’re finally here, we can get started so that we can get back to enjoying our weekends.” He sets down his iPad and turns to the stack of papers to his left. “Now, you’re being onboarded really fast, because we need to get this part of the company up and rolling. We have the media breathing down our necks to produce something they can write about, and Namjoon wants to get everything perfect for his—well whatever she is.”
“His girlfriend.”
“His current fuck.”
You feel your face getting hot. You may be short, but your temper is shorter.
“You’re a dick.”
“More like an ass, but I’ll take it.”
You sit back, fuming, hating the way he has a comeback for everything you say. You decide to play nice so you can leave faster. Gritting your teeth into the fakest smile you can muster, you scoot your chair in closer to the table and take a deep breath before introducing yourself.
“Hi, I’m Y/N. I am excited to be here to work with you on this environmental division of JinHit.”
“Min Yoongi.”
He finally makes eye contact with you, allowing you full access to his face, and you feel your mouth dry out as the moistness relocates elsewhere.
Holy fuck! He’s the hottest dick you’ve ever had the pleasure of spending your Saturday with. His piercing cat eyes hold you immobile, and you temporarily forget why you’re sitting at the table. Caught staring, Yoongi’s eyes are like a hawk on you, and while you’d never admit it, he actually stuns you with how handsome the fucker is.
“As I was saying, we’re onboarding you fast. Environmental law is not my forte, but as the head lawyer for JinHit, you still fall under me. Welcome to your first day. I’m your new boss.”
You turn your head to the side.
“Namjoon didn’t mention any of this to me.”
He smiles then, revealing a gummy smile that you notice changes his whole demeanor.
“Caught me. Technically, your first day is Monday, so I guess I’m only your boss until then, but that’s besides the point. Everything is pretty straightforward from what I can see. You need to complete all the onboarding modules on this checklist when you come in on Monday. This covers all of the rules and regulations of the company, sexual harassment, active shooter situations, all the boring videos for compliance and information safety.”
He slides a folder towards you, placing the checklist on top of it.
“Once you’ve completed that, you’ll need to familiarize yourself with the AECEN agreement,” he places a thick document on your checklist. “You’ll be making sure that all of the practices within the conglomeration follow the rules, and create a plan to present to your friend once we get this up and running. I doubt we will need much law stuff going on after that. Honestly, it will probably be the two of you running the non-profit side making sure that everything goes smoothly.”
“Namjoon mentioned that I need to keep this a secret. How do I do that when she’s gonna be working here too?”
Yoongi shuffles the papers he has, reordering them before placing them on top of the document.
“Read through these and make sure to sign where all the colored flags are. These are your papers for employment, and as for your duties, your hours are a little… different. You’ll start work at 10. You’ll also be working in my office, as we currently don’t have an office for you, and I have ample space. Namjoon had a desk brought in yesterday.”
“Okay…so I arrive at 10, but what’s to stop Khaity from seeing me?”
“No one comes into my office unless I give them permission. Ever. We happen to have a separate entry to the floor. There’s another set of elevators that runs from the parking garage up to the executive floor stairwell. You’ll enter and exit through there, so there is virtually no way that you would run into her. The stairwell is closest to my office, so as long as you’re smart, you have nothing to worry about.”
You nod as you flip through the papers, signing at all the designated spots, hoping to be done as soon as possible. Yoongi collects your ID from you to make a copy for the employee file and gathers all of your signed papers once you’re done. He stands up, gathering his iPad and small briefcase that contain your signed documents, and heads for the door. You grab your folder and follow Yoongi. Your tour of the office is officially beginning. He leads you down the hallway, passing the CEO office and other C-Suite employees, then around the corner from the way you initially had come in from. You see the door to the stairwell ahead and read the plaque on the door ‘Min Yoongi, General Counsel’. He types his code into the keypad on his door and enters the room once the light on the pad turns green. You follow him in.
The room is spacious with a brilliant view.You barely notice Yoongi staring at you as you walk towards the view, awestruck by the floor length windows as you look down at the city below.
“You can place your things on the desk. I need you to choose a code to the door for your use. The code will be programmed to only work during the hours you are here. It also will log every time you enter the office.”
There’s so much information that Yoongi keeps throwing at you. You blink up at him, mesmerized by more than just the view from his office.
“Umm, I guess 0613?” You don’t know what to choose, and since you’d repeated the room number to the conference room so many times as a mantra while riding up the elevator, it stuck in your head. You figure throwing on a 0 at the front will be easy enough to remember.
“Okay. Interesting choice,” he says, sending a text with your code.
“Why is that?”
“No reason. Anyways,” he looks up from his phone, sliding it into his pocket as he moved to open the briefcase and remove your papers.
“This is the office. You’ll report here at 10 AM sharp. Use the stairwell entrance. I suggest riding it today to see where it will let you out, so you know where to go on Monday.”
You nod, already having planned to do that.
“Well, this is all we needed to do,” Yoongi places his sunglasses onto his face, covering his deep brown cat eyes, “and I’m ready to leave.”
You scramble to follow him. Riding the elevator in silence, you think that working with the guy might not be so bad. After you reach the parking garage, he exits the elevator, raising one eyebrow behind the shades.
“Make sure you wear more appropriate clothes on Monday, ass cheeks aren’t the correct attire for the workplace, Y/n.”
You whip your eyes to his face, taken aback. Your shorts are short, but not that short…at least not to you.
“Staring at my ass already? Need I remind you about the sexual harassment training?”
“I wasn’t looking at you sexually in the slightest. I’ve had the training already. And trust me, if I was coming on to you, you would know.”
With that, he climbs into his luxury vehicle and shuts the door, ending communication.
“Fucking asshole,” you mutter, walking towards the sidewalk out of the garage and heading home.
That was 3 months ago.
Not much has changed. Min Yoongi is still the bane of your existence, always persecuting you over non consequential matters like clicking your pen too loudly, tapping your fingers on the desk, or, god forbid, your office chair squeaking.
“Y/N, did you email maintenance about that goddamn squeak yet?” Yoongi looks up at you and glares.
“Yes, I did.” You roll your eyes and purposely shift in the seat so it would squeak again.
Why you’re still sharing an office you have no idea; you thought Namjoon would have had plenty of space to give you your own office, but now that he’s revealed NAMU to your best friend, you’ve been busier than ever. You barely have time to volunteer at the animal shelter like you used to.
Animals are sort of your thing. So of course, when Hana, the sweet assistant to Kim Taehyung and one of your newfound friends in the building, approaches you about watching her dog, you gladly agree.
“Thank you so much again, Y/N! I’m, uh, going on a week and a half long trip to Daegu, meeting my boyfriend’s parents and all…So I really appreciate it.”
You met with her at the basketball court during the lunch break, where she brought her bosses sports duffel bag down.
“Honestly, it’s no issue, you know I love animals. And you said he’s a small dog?” you reply, eyes alight with joy.
“Yes, TanTan is a pomeranian, he’s super smart and really low maintenance. As you know, we’re heading out tonight, and we’ll be back next Friday. Here’s the key to the apartment and I left a list of the tasks on the counter, and it’s totally cool if you crash there until we get back, you’re seriously welcome too, I doubt my boyfriend will care,” Hana smiles brightly at you, “also, it’s really close to the office, so you could walk here every day.”
Oh yea, this is definitely going to be a fun week. Especially because of Chuseok. The Korean Thanksgiving Holiday falls on a Thursday, with many offices closing down the day before and after so people can travel to visit their family all over the country. Not you though. You’ll be staying in the city through the weekend with Tannie, returning to work after the holiday weekend.
With how the calendar falls, the CEO decides to move the “dress down” Friday for the month to the Friday after the Chuseok holiday weekend, making it a half-work day. The boys will be playing basketball as usual, and Namjoon decides to have some fun activities planned for the afternoon that are open to family members as well.
The flyers posted everywhere make it seem like a mini carnival or fair, similar to a ‘bring your kids to work’ day, but on crack. Bounce houses, fair foods, games and prizes…it’s a great way to show his gratitude towards the workers and promote positive feelings about the workplace. Namjoon is doing a great job as CEO, which you constantly tell your best friend, who’s dating him.
“So when do I get to meet your boyfriend?” You ask, wondering about staying in their place without knowing him.
She squirms, a look of uncertainty crossing her face.
“Um, maybe when we get back from the trip…I don’t want to jinx it by introducing him to everyone if his parents end up hating me.”
You nod, eyes looking to the court. You watch as some of the guys on the court shoot the ball around. A part of you wants to go out on the court; you used to play and would love to shoot around.
“How is it that the shortest one on the court is the only one who has a decent shot?”
You look over at your companion as she giggles.
“I mean, the ‘bunny smile’ one isn’t too bad at shooting, he’s athletically built, but no technical skill at the sport.” You continue, not willing to admit that your arch nemesis is actually good at basketball. The two of you watch them play a short pick up game, laughing as they dribble, pass, and shoot the ball.
“You and Yoongi-oppa should get along, honestly, you guys are so similar.” Hana speaks up a few minutes later.
“Yoongi-oppa? How close are you two?”
“Oh! He’s uh, like an older brother to me,” she answers dismissively, “Oh! Look, I think they’re done now… Come on.”
You both head down towards the court, taking note at the end of the lunch hour approaching. To your surprise, the group of sweaty basketball playing higher-ups head over to you and your companion.
“Wow, you guys did so good!” she gushes, making eyes at her boss. He smiles back at her and turns to you.
“And what did you think?” he asks, an easy smile filling his face.
“Ah, you guys did well, I’m surprised by some of the skills I saw on the court, to be honest.”
“Really? What do you know about basketball?” Of course, a certain blond headed coworker of yours intercepts your comment.
“Actually, I know quite a bit. I played practically my whole life growing up until I went to college.”
“Wow Yoongi, your office mate is also a ball player. Imagine that.” Jungkook says, looking you up and down appreciatively.
Yoongi quirks his head to the side, eyeing you with interest, but doesn’t add anything more to the conversation. At that moment, Namjoon addresses you and Hana.
“Thanks for watching me attempt to play! One day I swear I will make a 3-pointer shot!”
You wave goodbye to everyone, thanking your boss/best friend’s boyfriend as you pass the group of men to head back to your office. Waiting for the time to come when you’ll be done for the day, you take the elevator up, going through your mental checklist of things to pack once you arrive back at your apartment.
Dog-sitting is the perfect excuse for not going home for Chuseok this weekend. Avoiding the ex-fiance, your parents, and their friends, who’ll undoubtedly be nosey and ask questions, is an added bonus. You’ll miss the food and the gathering with your cousins, but you decide to go home for the next holiday, and spend this one thinking about how you can effectively answer all the prying questions from your family at that time.
Throwing several outfits into your small suitcase along with toiletries, a small blanket, your pillow, and some of your electronics for staying entertained, you’re soon ready to spend the weekend and following week at your coworker’s house.
You arrive at the apartment close to the time you usually would get home from work, and you fish the key from your small satchel so you can scan the attached tag to walk through the glass doors of the lobby. You take in the air of what it’d be like to be wealthy enough to afford such a nice place. You approach the back wall, signaling the elevator; once you make it to the hallway of the floor of the apartment, you use that same keycard thing to unlock the door. Greeting you once you enter the apartment is a fluffy black and golden dog, who approaches you and sniffs around your feet before jumping up on your legs.
“Oh, my God, you are just so adorable!” you squeal, kneeling in the doorway to pet Yeontan. He’s the cutest pup you’ve seen lately, and you’re ready to spend the weekend cuddling him and forgetting about...him. Yeontan runs over towards a set of small dog bowls that are placed in a cute holder by the kitchen island. You finally enter the apartment fully, letting the door close once you move your suitcase in behind you. Looking at the counter, you see a notepad with a message that outlines the information for your stay as well as managing Yeontan written on it.
Grabbing the note, you take it with you as you wheel farther into the apartment. The view from here is amazing, you notice it as you leave your suitcase in the middle of the living room and approach the large glass windows that provide you with a birds eye view of Seoul spread out below you. A bark from behind you reminds you of your tasks. Walking to Yeontan, you see his water bowl is empty as well as the food bowl. Checking the clock, you see it’s still a few hours till his dinner time, so you grab the water filtered pitcher from the fridge (It has a TV in it?!) and pour water for the pup, who begins to lap at the water.
You had noticed a sticky note on the cabinet by the fridge earlier when you came in, and as you approach it, you saw the same handwriting from your friend stating this is where Yeontan’s food is located. You leave it there as a good reminder, and then make your way down the hallway. You can see three doors, but it appears this is the end of the post-it note messages. Opening the doors slowly, you find a guest bedroom that doubles as an office space, a bathroom, and the master bedroom. You decide to stay in the guest bedroom, rolling your suitcase to the closet and begin setting your belongings up for your stay.
It’s close to 7 by the time you’re done organizing your clothes in the closet and putting your toiletries in the bathroom. By this point you’re ready to start working on dinner. Despite the food being available to you, you feel like going out to get some groceries, so you take note of what they already have in the fridge before you scoop food into Yeontan’s bowl. Watching as he scampers across the floor, his nails click along the tile before he dives into the bowl of food.
Chuckling at his cuteness, you head down the 18 flights back to the real world to gather some groceries.
After what feels like an hour of shopping, you arrive back at the apartment, confused slightly by the lights you thought you’d left on, now being turned off. You flip the light to the kitchen, illuminating the room, and see Yeontan laying curled up on a small bed by the couch. He glances at you before putting his head back down and resuming his slumber. You set the groceries on the island, wincing when a jar of spaghetti sauce rolls off the edge and hits the floor. Luckily, it’s plastic, not the glass kind, and you stoop down by Yeontan’s full food and drink bowls to grab it.
You’re about to stand, when the sight before you registers in your brain. A full bowl of food? You had watched Yeontan devour half of the bowl before you even left to get food. How is it full?
The sound of feet shuffling startles you and you turn too quickly, falling onto your ass with a forced exhale as a very confused and very sleepy looking Min Yoongi walks from the hallway into the open area of the common space.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
Yoongi’s voice is raspy with sleep and laced with confusion. There’s no harshness in his question, but the words still stung all the same. Those words sent your mind racing back to the last time you had heard those words, when he had said them to you. You had stopped by during lunch to surprise your then-fiance with a meal from his favorite restaurant. Instead, you caught him getting a friendly office blowjob from his co-worker. You get sucked into the memory and can’t shake it until you see Yoongi waving his hand in your face, where he’s squatting down to check on you.
“Hey, Y/N? Why are you here?”
“I’m literally watching Yeontan for my friend.”
“What? Why would Taehyungie ask you to watch Yeontan when he just asked me to do it yesterday?”
“Tae—? Taehyungie? I’m watching Yeontan for—”
It hits you. The heart-eyed stares, the way she squirmed from your questions, and of course, her calling Yoongi ‘oppa’.
“Hana’s dating her boss?!” You shake your head, laughing at the situation you’ve pieced together. “Oh, my God, no wonder she wouldn’t let me meet her boyfriend yet..”
“Wait? You didn’t know that Tae—and his assistant?” Yoongi asks, and you shake your head no.
“So, she asked you to watch Tannie and Tae asked me to watch him too.” Yoongi correctly deduces, and you nod.
“Wow, this is the quietest I’ve seen your ass.” Yoongi says, standing back from his crouch and offering you his hand.
“You’ve got to stop looking at my ass, Yoongi, I’m starting to think I need to go talk to HR.” You grip his hand and he pulls you up forcefully, and you stumble forward into his firm body. You’re taken aback—Yoongi didn’t strike you as being so solid. You often joked that he’s so scrawny you could blow him away like a dandelion, but that doesn’t seem so true anymore.
“Listen, sweetness, thanks for taking care of Tannie, but you can go now. I’ve got it handled here.” He let’s go of your hand, which you hadn’t noticed he was still holding until you lost the contact. “And like I told you before. Your small ass isn’t even on my radar.”
He turns away and begins to head back towards the hallway, his arm coming up to ruffle his hair as he yawns.
“I’m staying here Yoongi.”
He pauses, his back tense before he turns around to face you.
“I promised to watch after Yeontan. That’s what I’m gonna do. You can head on home though.” You smile a saccharine sweet smile as you begin to put away the groceries you’d neglected since Yoongi had scared you.
“I’m staying, princess.” His voice is gruff with firmness, but also something else you couldn’t identify.
“Well, I guess we’re gonna be dog parents together for the next week and a half.”
“Just can’t stay away from me, can you?” Yoongi mutters as he disappears back down the hall, and it isn’t until you’re done prepping your meal that you realize there’s only one guest bedroom.
Luckily for you, or for Yoongi in your mind, he’s taken Taehyung’s master bedroom to sleep in. You examine the guest room a little closer once you finish eating, and see that the photos on the desk and bookcase are indeed of Taehyung and your other co-workers and boss.
Yoongi looks extremely happy in the photos, a big smile that makes his cat eyes disappear. Someone (not you, though) might even say he looks attractive enough to ask out on a date, if they didn’t know the personality behind that gummy smile and beautiful head of angelic blond hair and athletic build from playing basketball…
You climb into bed that night after awkwardly avoiding Yoongi as you do your nightly routine, crossing from the bedroom to the bathroom to shower, brush your teeth, and complete your skincare routine. Pulling up a specific contact, you change her name before opening the text thread and you shoot a message full of question marks and emojis. It didn’t take her long to reply.
You roll your eyes, setting down your phone before you turn over in the bed and drift off to sleep.
The rest of the holiday weekend is spent awkwardly trying to find the balance between sharing this space with Yoongi, whom you already spend an ungodly amount of time with at work, and trying to ignore the constant messages from your family that start to pour in Thursday afternoon about missing Chuseok.
The two of you work out a rotating schedule in order to divide up the tasks to take care of Tannie, and offer each other food when you would catch each other at the condo at meal times. You typically ate separately, except on Chuseok Thursday, eating in the living room and watching some cheesy rom-com on TV. As the weekend progresses, you’d chat with each other more often, but never for too long, preferring to do your own solo activities while in the living room together.
Sunday evening, when you think all of the guilt messages have all finally finished rolling in, what with everyone finally heading back to resume their everyday lives, your cousin uploads a video to her Instagram story and tags you in it.
You’re sitting on the couch, mindlessly petting Tannie when the notification appears, so you don’t even hesitate to swipe open the app. Instantly the sounds of your loud ass family blare through the phone’s speakers and into the quiet of Taehyung’s condo. The video pans around the living room, your family members and ex-fiance sat around eating and playing Mahjong—wait, what the ever living fuck is SooHyun doing at your parents house?!
Your eyes rove to the caption your cousin attached to the post. “Missing @yninsta this Chuseok, but your fiance @SooHyun brought the wine you promised to bring. Sad you couldn’t make it!”
“You’ve got to be kidding me!”
Your yell startles Yeontan, who jumps down from the couch and runs to his plush dog bed. Standing abruptly from the couch, you stalk off to the room you’re staying in, fingers already furiously tapping through your contacts.
“Hey baby, I’ve missed you.”
His voice, playful and sweet is like daggers to your heart. You swallow, gathering yourself before laying into him.
“Why the fuck were you at my parent’s house for Chuseok? We broke up! Why are my cousins still calling you my fiance? SooHyun, I swear—”
He cuts you off, his voice pleading.
“Baby, I promise you, it didn’t mean anything! If anything, it made me realize how much I love you. Please don’t be mad at me anymore. Come home.”
“Are you—You seriously just—I can’t believe—SooHyun you arrogant bastard! You cheated on me with your coworker and you actually think that I would come back to you? Do you think that I hate myself that much?”
The saccharine sweetness of his voice fades, turning to venom in an instant.
“Who else is going to want to be with your pathetic ass? Huh, Y/N? You’re lucky that I even want to get back with you, after you tried to humiliate me in front of our families by not showing up for the holiday. I told you she didn’t mean anything. Stop being difficult. Come home. I won’t ask you again.”
“Never.” Your voice is quiet, the threat of tears causing you to struggle to say more than a few words, but you won’t ever back down. You’ll never give in again to this asshole.
“Please, if you EVER loved me, delete my number, forget about my family, and let me go.”
“Good luck trying to find someone else who will love you. Can’t believe I wasted my time on you.”
The dial tone emitting its hang up through your phone is both the knife to your heart and the weight lifted off of it. The conversation lasted all of 5 minutes, if that, and yet you feel so emotionally drained. Shuffling to the kitchen, you grab your favorite dessert out of the freezer, breaded fish ice cream filled with vanilla and red beans, shucking the wrapper in the garbage pail before returning to the room.
Whenever you’re stressed out, you can’t help but indulge in sweets, to soothe the bitter taste left in your mouth. You aren’t sure if one ice cream will be enough.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, tears fall freely as you finally erase the last of SooHyun from your life. Swiping through your camera roll, you select over 2 years worth of memories with him. Picture after picture that made you remember what you had thought were great times, genuine love between the two of you, a promise of what the future could be. And with one press of the soft padding on your thumb, they’re all erased.
If you think last night was bad, this morning isn’t any better. Rolling over in the bed, you stretch, oddly comfortable for needing to wake up early—until you notice how bright it is in the room.
Instantly alert, your gaze falls on the clock and you leap from the bed. You’re nearing an hour and a half late to work.
Frantically, you gather up your clothes and make your way to the shower. Shaking your head at yourself, you know exactly what left you feeling so strung out. That argument with SooHyun had been the final blow to your ego, and though you know logically that he’s a narcissist and that you’re better without him, last night was the real goodbye. Deleting your text thread, all photos and videos, blocking him on all of your social media accounts, and deleting his contact once and for all from your phone with a finality marking the death of your relationship.
You’d cried yourself to sleep, then woke up randomly to toss and turn half the night because a part of you hates letting go of anything, good or bad. This, you know though, is for the best. Unfortunately, it often takes a few days, weeks, or even months to experience this new found ‘best’. The next day isn’t going to be it. Already running late, you make a pitstop for donuts, needing something to quell the sweet tooth that activates during times of stress.
Walking into the office, you try to be quiet, easing the door open and advancing through the room quickly once you notice that your office mate is nowhere to be seen, but Yoongi decides to enter the room at that moment, before you can shed your coat and bag and make it look like you aren't JUST arriving to work.
“Wow, you had a holiday weekend and decided to take advantage of it? Have a nice layabout in bed this morning while everyone else was showing up on time to get their work done?”
Typically, despite how annoying Yoongi can be, you’re better at holding your anger in than this.
“I’m really not in the mood today for your banter, Yoongi. Yes, I’m fucking late. I get it. Now if you don’t need anything, there’s some documents I need to review.”
Turning to face your desk, you set down the small box of donuts and wiggle the mouse to wake up your monitor.
“Hey, I’m not the one who slept in and was late. You need to be more responsible, sweetness. No man is ever gonna want you if you can’t even have the decency to call ahead that you’re gonna be late.”
You whip your head back to face him, eyes stinging as you produce what has to be the very last remnants of your tears; you thought you’d cried them all out prior.
“You’re an insensitive dick, Yoongi.”
Spinning on your heel, you leave the office, walking to the restroom down the hall to cry in peace.
After months of sharing an office, watching you stuff your face with vanilla cupcakes and cinnamon buns, and quick witted banter back and forth, this is the first time he’s seen you cry. Watching you dash off leaves Yoongi feeling guilty; something he rarely feels, if at all. Especially not towards you. But he should have known something was off when you came in looking less than your regularly put together self. Had wanted to wipe the frown sitting between your brows off your face. So of course, Yoongi thought if he could engage in some typical arguing first thing, he could shake you out of this funk and see his favorite smile, though he’ll never admit it to you.
He also should have known that his plan would backfire almost instantly. But Yoongi, being Min Yoongi, did the wrong thing. On a day when you hopelessly want to be taken care of, he had unknowingly said words that were reminiscent of your ex-fiance, attacking you not as a fellow coworker on your work ethic, but on a level he didn’t know you on: as a lover. He had no idea how it would affect you.
Yoongi waits for you to return to the office, but after 10 minutes, he gets restless and figures he should check on you and possibly apologize. Standing outside the restrooms, he freezes. Yoongi leans against the wall separating the two entrances, a weird feeling in his chest. He knows he’s a dick, it’s his thing, his schtick in his friend group, though it’s mostly saved for Jimin. Jimin is one of his six best friends; if there’s such a thing as a “friend wife” like how there are “work wives”, Jimin is his.
You remind him of Jimin in a way, little things you do or say when he overhears your conversations with others. The way Yoongi always wants to ruffle your feathers and enjoys the way that you dish the sarcasm right back at him. And then there’s the way you took this job to help your best friend Khaity with Namjoon.
And now you and Jimin have this in common too: hearing you cry makes Yoongi’s heart ache.
For the rest of Monday and Tuesday, you and Yoongi do a great job at avoiding each other, despite living in the same home. Wednesday you decide to follow the same plan, but Namjoon throws a rather large wrench into it.
“Hey, we’re going out to Nore, on me. I owe you all a night out with drinks and fun.”
“Oh, I don’t know...”
“I think you have a text waiting. See you tonight? You can ride with me if you want. My driver is heading out at 5PM.”
Namjoon disappears from the office doorway, and you glance down to your phone that’s charging on your desk. He’s right; your best friend text you a few minutes ago about going to Nore with the guys. You don’t really want to go, but her message says she’ll be in the car waiting for you at 5, and you’d better have your ass in the front by 5:03 PM or she’ll come in and drag you out.
Resigning yourself to the fact that if you want to not end up bald, you’ll need to attend the event and hope that if you went for an hour or two she’ll be okay with you leaving early.
It turns out to be a good thing. It gives you time to spend with Khaity to complain about your office mate. Namjoon invites your whole floor to attend. You find out he does it by department so he doesn't overwhelm the staff at his favorite karaoke bar, Nore, and lets the employees choose their own groups for their rooms. He pays for all the open tabs and provides them with coupons for the local taxi service to get home safely.
You’re in a room with people you know pretty well, like your best friend, Namjoon, and Yoongi. The others are Jeon Jungkook, JinHit’s Chief Information Officer, two guys named Jung Hoseok and Park Jimin, whose dads are on the board of JinHit, and Kim Seokjin, the Chief Financial Officer. You know that both Namjoon and Seokjin’s fathers recently stepped back as CEO and CFO, joining the other dads on the board, taking on smaller roles while still being part of the company.
Your best friend tells you all about it as you sit with her listening to two of the men cover a popular 2000’s rap song. Now it’s your turn to spill about how Yoongi is infuriating.
“He’s just…he’s a dick. He’s sarcastic and rude, he never smiles, I can’t stand him.” You cross your arms, turning away from the thoughtful stare that can read you like a book.
“Hmm...I don’t know, I think it’s more to it than what meets the eye, hun.”
Stubborn to the end, you shake your head.
“No, you’ve seen how he acts with me, I mean he literally hugged you when you walked in, greeted you so nicely. But when I walked in, he eyed me up and down and smirked.” You roll your eyes as you look at him, frustrated by how good he looks in his casual outfit—he must have stopped at home to change.
“I have seen how he acts with you, and honestly…It screams sexual tension. Maybe if you fuck him, you can kill two birds with one stone, you know?”
You grab your drink, hiding the warmth of your face behind an exaggerated swallow of liquor. You’re saved from having to respond when you hear the next song end and you turn to see who’s up next.
“Next up, Yoongi and...Y/N!” Hoseok shouts, pulling slivers of paper from a cup with written names folded inside of it.
You groan, not looking forward to having to sing a song with Yoongi, let alone a very well on his way to being a drunk Yoongi. Not that you aren’t too far behind him yourself. Setting down the fruity mixed drink you ordered, you stand up and join Yoongi in the small area cleared of furniture. Yoongi’s already keyed in the song code he wants, and you’re resigned to the fact that you’ll be singing “Run Across the Sky” by Lee Juck.
This song is not your typical ballad, but an upbeat pop rock song from an old KBS mini-drama. You didn’t think that Yoongi was the type to sing a love song like this, a song about love being so all consuming that you don’t care about the pain it can cause you, because you want nothing more than to be with this person.
You’d once felt that way about SooHyun. But now, the person you spend most of your time with is standing next to you, singing very off key. It’s weird, as you sing along to the song together, his eyes never leave yours.
You’ve always found Yoongi attractive, but his personality towards you always kept you from wanting to pursue anything with him. He treats all of his friends so well though, it really confuses you why he picks on you all the fucking time. Maybe you’ll ask him about it tonight.
“If only I could run across the dry sky, and throw myself into your arms, I don’t care if my body would break apart into pieces...”
Yoongi was really engaged in the song, reaching out to hold you with his free hand, fingers pulling you towards him as he held your hand.
“Ow, ow!” You hear the cat calls, but keep singing, heart beating faster as you enter Yoongi's personal space.
“When I whispered your name secretly, I restrained myself from crying, your warm voice ringing in my ears, that was my hope...”
Yoongi spins you around, a fast whirl that makes your blood pressure spike. He’s still singing as loud as he can, and when his eyes fall back onto yours, the dilated pupils blend in with the amaretto of his irises, you feel like you’re drowning in the glass. As the song ends, you can’t help but ask yourself why this moment feels so…tender?
You and Yoongi stumble into the penthouse near 10 PM; you still have work in the morning despite Namjoon paying for you all to drink to your heart's content, though you’re granted a late start for the following work day.
Yeontan greets you both, and you kneel on the ground to pet and play with the fluffy canine. Yoongi shucks his shoes off, and makes his way to the living room a few feet ahead of where you stopped. You can hear the sounds of him booting up the entertainment system, and within the next few minutes he’s singing again. This time, Kim HyunSik’s “My Love By My Side" pours from the speakers haging in the corners of Taehyung’s living room.
“When I feel myself alone, will I remember you so painful, my love, please stay by my side, only you, the only one in this world...”
The song’s sad lyrics made your heart ache, and you wonder if there really is more to Yoongi than you thought. Walking over to the couch, you sit down and sway left and right as you watch him sing, his eyes closing as he strains his voice to convey the heartache of the song. You understand this song more than you realize.
Yoongi sits on the ground next to your feet, the song over; not that you noticed until his head falls against your knee, so lost in your thoughts.
“Why did you choose this song?”
“Ah, well…it’s nothing.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.
“It’s a really sad song. You’ve been in a sad song mood.”
“I always sing ballads when I drink. It’s my thing. Helps me with the ladies.” He turns his head towards you, cat eyes piercing as they look up at you.
“What’s the real reason you didn’t go home when you saw I was here?” you ask; still curious as to why he avoided his perfectly good home.
“Oh, my bitch of an ex still lives with me; she’s moving out this week, and I didn’t want to be there. She’s toxic, manipulative…She would have tried to make me feel bad and convince me to get back with her, no matter what...”
You know he means with crying, twisting the truth, and make up sex. You’ve been there before.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know that was going on at home for you.”
“What about you? I know your family wanted you to come home for the holiday.. Why did you stay?”
“Something similar,” you disclose, the alcohol seemingly making you and Yoongi both loose-lipped tonight.
“My ex won't accept that we’re done. He went as far as to show up at my parent’s house for the festivities. I swear some of my family thinks we’re still together. He won’t tell them I caught him with his co-worker on her knees under his desk during lunch.”
Your laugh is mirthless, a fact Yoongi doesn’t miss.
“Do you still want to be with him?”
“No. I thought I did at one point, but he wasn’t a good person. I didn’t realize that he was bad for me until recently. When I tried to leave him, he was…a different person. He’s always been someone who thinks highly of himself, and I guess, he made me feel like I couldn’t do better. I guess at some point I started to believe it. But catching him cheating was a wake up call.”
Yoongi doesn’t understand why his heart feels lighter hearing that you don’t want to be with your ex. Probably the alcohol wearing off.
“Do you still love your ex?” you inquire back, halting his thoughts about his feelings.
“No. I think I mostly miss having that person. It’s nice being able to come home to someone. These past few days have been really nice.”
The two of you sit in silence for a few moments before you notice Tannie sniffing around at his empty bowl. You move to stand so you can put out food for Tannie at the same time Yoongi tries to get up off the floor. Your knee collides with his shoulder and the two of you both topple to the carpeted ground.
Yoongi catches most of your weight as you fall on him, both of you trying to keep your balance leading you both to end up a pile of tangled limbs. You step to avoid stomping on him, your legs splitting on either side of him as he tries his best to guide you in his still inebriated state of mind to the ground as gently as possible. You fall, knees to the floor and chest to chest with Yoongi. The air expels from your chest, and his does the same, sweet liquored breath mingling in the tiniest of spaces between the two of you.
Before either one of you can think to regret it, your lips meet, tongues wasting no time in tackling the sexual tension in the room. He tastes as sweet as the Jura Single Malt Scotch Whisky mixed with cherry coke that he drank all night. You kiss slowly, enjoying the way he tastes with your amaretto soaked palette, the cherry the perfect compliment to your taste.
Yoongi groans, a low growl that pulls from the back of his throat as he shifts your bodies so that you’re pulled flush to him, his arms gripping you tightly at your neck and hip as he deepens the kiss. When your hands rake through his hair, he pulls back, swollen lips parting as he tries to catch his breath, but you’re already missing the pressure against your lips.
Tipping his head back, you rock your hips as you latch onto his neck, marking territory that you didn’t even know was yours to claim, but you don’t care. His hands pull at your shirt, tugging from the bottom hem until it disappears from your skin, the cold chill of the room disappearing as his agile hands skim across your back.
Leveling the playing field, you strip him of his shirt, pushing him down to the carpet so that you can take in the view of his pearly alabaster chest, pressing soft kisses to his collarbones. He pulls you back up towards his face, pink lips kissing the exposed skin of your shoulder and neck as he unhooks the back of your bra.
Once he has you topless, he flips your positions, maneuvering his way down to drag his tongue across your very responsive nipples. Curling his tongue around one and massaging the other with his hand, you squirm beneath him, panting as you feel yourself ruining your panties. His lips are so talented, tugging and teasing at your sensitive skin, you can only imagine how he’d feel putting that pout between your thighs.
“Y-Yoongi...” your voice trembles with need, and Yoongi feels himself respond, his cock twitching at the thought of being buried within you. He traces your waistband, teasing before he undoes the button on your jeans and tugs them partway down your thighs, you assist by lifting your hips so they peel down over the swell of your asscheeks.
His fingers push into the apex of your thighs, stroking the glistening skin as he teases apart your folds. Nimble fingers roll your slick around your clit, the pads of his fingers brushing along the opening of your heat. He wastes no time breaching the entrance, your walls clinging to him, clenching against the intrusion in order to pull him deeper inside of you; it’s not enough.
You want, no, your body needs more of him than just his fingers. But he wants to taste you first, wants to wipe that cocky smirk off your face that you always wear, replace it with a begging mouth, pleading for him to give you his cock.
Yeontan’s barks cause you both to freeze; he hasn’t moved from his bowl by the kitchen counter, and you feel awkward in this moment. Yeontan’s eyes stare at the two of you, half naked on the living room carpet, judging. You shimmy yourself away from Yoongi, trying to regain your dignity as you hide yourself from Yeontan’s eyes.
“Um, I’m gonna go change, do you want to maybe give Tannie some food?” You don’t wait for Yoongi’s reply, instead running to disappear into the guest room. You can hear Yoongi getting food for Tannie as you change, mind racing about what just happened, about what would have happened if Taehyung’s pup hadn’t interrupted. Your sobering mind replays the way Yoongi felt, the way you trembled beneath his touch, how badly you wanted it to continue, but knowing that he’s drunk, probably not really thinking about who he’s with.
Laying on the bed, you decide to stay in the room, afraid to face the reality of the last ten minutes or so. Obviously, you find Yoongi attractive and over the course of your time working together, he may be a pain in your side, but you can see the glimmers here and there of the good person you know him to be. Maybe it’s easier to push aside any thoughts of more, in the end, it never works out anyways...right? Why ruin a perfectly good working environment with feelings?
Yoongi doesn’t know what to do about last night. He stands in the kitchen making coffee so that he can drink it iced, debating what to say to you. He isn’t the kind to skirt around awkward situations, choosing rather to be blunt with people. Especially with you, he’s always said what comes to his mind, but for some reason he feels like this is different.
Last night awoke something in him. Something he thought his ex had eradicated for the time being. But when he thinks about what happened between the two of you, shit, when he thinks about the past few months spending damn near every day with you, working on this project for Namjoon, he knows it’s more than lust that attracts him to you.
As he sips his iced coffee, he thinks about what you shared about your ex. He doesn’t understand how your ex could so easily stray; the way your body responded to his touch, how you looked underneath him—Yoongi didn’t want to stop last night. Lost in thought, he almost doesn’t notice when you walk out of the hallway into the open space of the common area.
“Morning.”
You’re short with your greeting, unsure of how to act around him now that the sun is high in the sky.
“Morning,” Yoongi starts, moving closer to you but you pretend not to notice that he appears to want to make eye contact with you. Setting down a bowl from out of the cabinet, you turn to reach for the box of cereal on the island but Yoongi blocks your path.
“Hey, can we talk?”
You tense, not sure how to navigate this situation. You had lay in bed all night unsure of yourself. You spent so many months thinking one way of Yoongi and several minutes on Taehyung’s carpet has you feeling…well you aren’t quite sure yet. You definitely are attracted to him; have been since the first time you saw him that Saturday morning you were hired. But after what you’d gone through with your ex, you aren’t sure you can trust your own judgement.
“About what?” you question, feigning ignorance.
Yoongi lets out a huff and you finally met his eyes. His stare is overbearing; you feel like he can see straight into your soul.
“Are you purposefully acting dumb?” he asks, annoyance written all over his face. You know that you are, but his words rub you the wrong way.
“I asked you a question? I’m not acting anything, Yoongi.”
“Right, YN, so you don’t remember last night?” Yoongi stalks towards you, backing you into the counter. “No idea at all what I could possibly want to talk to you about?”
“I mean, we kissed. So what? We were both drunk and it was over like as soon as it started.” You stare at his neck, watching the way the muscles move when he grits his teeth, jaw clenching before he lets out a short bark of a laugh.
“If I remember correctly, you were half naked under me, begging me for more than just my fingers inside you, until Tannie interrupted.”
You flush, heat spreading across your cheeks as you take in his words.
“Just—look, let’s just forget it okay? We have to leave for work in a few, so—” you push past him, escaping back to the safety of the guest room.
You punch the fluffiest pillow on the bed repeatedly before collapsing on the bed and grabbing your phone.
After throwing on your clothes, you head to the living room, remembering it’s your morning to take Yeontan to the bark park before work. When you turn the corner from the hallway, Yoongi’s already at the door, pulling the leash off of the wall hook, his foot propping the door open as a waiting Yeontan sits patiently.
“I can take him.” You walk towards him, reaching for the leash, but he pulls it out of your reach.
“Oh, now you want to talk? It’s fine, I’ll take Tannie up. Why don’t you continue with “forgetting” things, like how it was your turn to walk him.”
“Really Yoongi? You wonder why people think you’re such a dick? This is why.”
“Actually, I never wonder why people think I’m any type of way. I treat them how they treat me.”
“Whatever, I have never been mean to you ever, you started that shit.”
“Y/N, seriously? I didn’t even know you when we first met, and you were late. I treated you the same way I would have treated anyone arriving late to their first day of work.”
You shake your head, mad that he’s lowkey right about that initial meeting at least. You notice at that moment that Yeontan is no longer sitting at Yoongi’s feet, one of which is still holding the front door open.
“Yoongi! Where did Yeontan go?” Your voice is frantic, brain already jumping to the worst. The hallway isn’t too long, but at that moment you notice the elevator doors closing, the loud ding as it leaves to go to a different floor.
“Yoongi, I swear to God if someone just stole Tannie—”
“Fuck! Is it going up or down?”
You both run to the elevator, watching as the numbers descend from 18. Yoongi quickly calls for the other elevator cart; it’s at the lobby and begins its ascent towards you.
“Watch for where it stops, call me now, I’m taking the stairs.”
Yoongi takes off. The stairwell door shuts behind him with a loud bang as he disappears. You grab your phone and dial him, eyes watching the elevator numbers decrease smoothly.
“It stop yet?” Yoongi’s breaths come out loudly. You hear his feet as he seems to jump down steps, skipping several to catch up.
“Yes, 13.”
Yoongi curses again, disclosing he has a level and a half still to go until he’s there. You hear two loud bangs and his voice loudly calling.
“Yah! Did you just come from the 18th floor?”
You aren’t able to hear the reply, only the one-sided convo from Yoongi’s end.
“Because! Our dog is missing, did you see anyone with a dog? What did they look like? Shit, they kept going down?”
You glance up at the elevator screen realizing the numbers are changing again, this time arriving to the single digits.
“Yoongi, it’s headed to the lobby!”
Yoongi hangs up the call and you press the elevator call button again, hoping to speed up the second one. A few seconds later the doors open and you hit the L button, freaking out the entire ride down. When the doors finally open, you see only the security guard.
“Did you see someone leave with a dog?”
“Hmm? Oh Mr. Scott and Rocky, they just headed out for a walk a minute or two ago. Is something wrong?”
“Anyone else? You know Kim Taehyung? 18th floor with the small pom?”
“Oh, Tae and Tannie? Haven’t seen him all week actually.”
“No one else left with Tannie?”
“You and Mr. Scott are the only people I’ve seen in the last 20 minutes or so.”
At that moment, the stairwell door opens, a panting and sweating Yoongi stumbling through. You run over to him, explaining what the guard told you.
“He’s not here. Yeontan didn’t come down. It was a different dog.”
“So—” he gulps air, pausing between words, “is Tan—in the hall?”
Your eyes widen as you realize neither of you turned to the other direction; the two of you hustle to the elevator to return to the 18th floor.
The ride up is mostly quiet, you bouncing on your toes in hopes that the elevator speeds the fuck up and Yoongi with his hands on his hair, breathing deeply. When the door opens, finally back where you started, it’s easy to see the hallway is abandoned.
“This is all your fault Yoongi. You should’ve just let me take him.”
He scoffs, walking away from you to scan the keycard and unlock the wooden door.
“Are you kidding me? I was already getting the leash and him ready. You should have just dropped it.”
You follow him in, ready with a response when a small ball of fluff barks at you from where he’s perched on his dog bed.
“Tannie?!”
Work is…well it’s the worst day you have had there in awhile. After finding TanTan safe and sound, Yoongi grabs all of his stuff and storms out of the apartment, tossing the keycard on the counter. He barely gives you a passing glance as he leaves, words tossed over his shoulder before the wooden door slams.
Words that now circle your head as you sit at your desk across from him, attempting to avoid looking at him.
“You’re on your own. Don’t ‘forget’ to come back tonight, Tae will be back in the morning.”
You know he’s upset about you asking to just forget what happened between the two of you, you just don’t understand why.
That evening, in the empty condo, you feel lonelier than any other day in the months since breaking up with SooHyun. Yeontan is curled up at the end of the couch, sleeping as you flip through the channels. Eventually, you decide to shut off the TV and turn in for the night.
“Y/N!”
Hana stands in the doorway of the guest room, assessing whether it’s safe to enter or not. You see Taehyung walk past, wheeling two suitcases towards his room as he gives you a quick smile.
“Mornin’ Hana,” you mumble, sitting up sleepily.
“It’s my favorite day! Dress down Fridays!” Hana’s too bubbly for you given how early it is, but you appreciate it after the night you had. You climb out of the bed, stretching as she talks to you about the trip to Daegu, meeting the Kims, and how they spent Chuseok.
“I just loved having a week off too. Much needed time with Tae if you catch my drift.” She winks, before she sinks into the now vacated bed and turns towards where you stand having just completed brushing your teeth.
“So…how was it with Yoongi? He texted Tae and said he had to go home early, but that you were more than capable to watch Tannie for one night alone.”
“Um…It was—” you shrug, turning to your suitcase full of clothes to choose a shirt to pair with your jeans.
“Ooh, spill! I know something happened, I know that look!” she squeals, bouncing on the bed.
“We—wekissedand, like, hefingeredmeforlike3seconds. But then Tannie interrupted. We had been drinking though, so like, it was nothing.” You rush out, turning away from her as you strip your top and begin to put on your bra and shirt.
“I knew something would happen! Tannie is such a little cockblock! But wait, why was it nothing?”
“Because I told him let’s just forget it. He got all serious and wanted to talk about it, but I don’t even know what I think about it yet? I wasn’t ready to talk about it.”
“And of course, you told him that, right? You said ‘I know you want to talk about it, but I’m still sorting through my own thoughts, can we talk about it later?’”
The look on your face makes Hana sigh.
“The two of you are so irritating. Perfect for each other really…Damn. Let me go give Tae his 20 bucks.”
Hana exits the room, leaving you to finish getting ready before you can register everything she said and get mad at her for setting you up.
The first half of work is dull, but you have a lot to look forward to with the events that are planned. Once it’s lunch time, you pack up and run to meet up with Hana and Khaity, both of whom are waiting for you by your office door.
You sit together in the bleachers of the gym on the 7th floor, watching the guys play their monthly basketball game. For 3 months you’ve witnessed these games, and somehow your boss, the CEO, never seems to get better. It’s a breath of fresh air to see him fail at something if you’re being honest; he seems like he’s so put together and so smart and such a sweet, attentive boyfriend, so knowing he has some type of flaw is nice.
“I know I just watched them play some pick up games at lunch last week, but they really haven’t gotten any better.”
Khaity laughs, eyes watching the game. You wish the guys played with other people. You’d love a chance to get on the court. You watch the CFO double dribble and almost trip, cringing as you hear the referee whistle blow loudly at his mistake.
“Seriously though, Seokjin has broad shoulders and he’s so tall, why is Yoongi the shortest and the best on the court?”
“He played for many years, the others are better at a different type of game; they’re your typical video gamers.”
“That makes sooo much sense now,” you laugh.
“So, have you thought about what happened? Wrapped your head around it yet?” Hana and Khaity stare at you, waiting for your answer.
“I mean, a little? I just… I fucked up okay? I freaked out when he wanted to talk, and it just escalated from there.”
“We know that already. Kinda meant did you think about the reason Yoongi wanted to talk? Like, how do you feel?” Khaity quirks her head at you, eyebrows suggesting that you start talking and soon.
“Gah—I guess—I liked it, okay!” You whisper loudly, embarrassment written all over your face. “He’s hot and he’s nice sometimes in a, like, tsundere type of way. Anime boy of my dreams, if you will. I just…how do I approach him now?”
“Why not try speaking his language. I’ve heard your stories; aren’t you also a baller?” Hana points to the court. The guys have ended their game and Namjoon speaks to the crowd.
“Thanks everyone for watching!” The crowd of his employees cheer. “Well, I won’t hold you any longer. Enjoy the rest of your day, enjoy your families, and we’ll see everyone back Monday!”
You attempt to follow your friends, but Khaity pushes you back down gently.
“I think you should talk to him before more time passes. Wait until it clears out. He always stays later than everyone else shooting around.”
The two women wave bye to you as you watch the gym clear out. It doesn’t take long until the sound of a lone basketball bouncing on the hardwood is the only thing you hear next to the sound of your beating heart .
Mustering up all of your courage, you walk down the bleacher steps and onto the court. Yoongi barely spares you a glance. Not caring, you stand in front of him, and as he sets up for a shot, spinning the ball neatly between his hands before positioning them properly, you reach out and snatch the ball from him.
“Can we talk?”
Hands on his hips, his feline eyes cut you like daggers. You wait for him to answer you, and when he doesn’t, you move to the top right of the key.
“Fine. Let’s play for it. HORSE.”
You shoot the shot, nailing the 2 pointer and turning to Yoongi. He grabs the rebound, walking over to take the same spot you just stood in. He may not have answered you verbally, but he takes the shot. And misses.
“H.”
You take the ball from where it slowly bounces away from Yoongi’s missed shot and move to the spot adjacent. You make that one as well, retrieving your rebound for Yoongi this time. You pass the ball to him, a hard chest pass, and you see his eyes widen briefly, not expecting you to be halfway decent at basketball.
He makes the shot, and you move around outside of the paint, making shot after shot until Yoongi, arms tired from playing beforehand, eventually misses 4 more times.
“E.”
“Fine. Let’s talk.” Leaving the ball on the court, Yoongi grabs your wrist and pulls you towards the locker rooms. You hesitate to follow him in, but eventually you're seated across from one another on the benches in the men’s locker room.
“I—” you sigh, trying to gather up your jumbled words in your head. “I think I was confused, because I never—you know? I thought you were hot, but like, always a dick, so I never thought it would happen how it did. Because now I think I like you, but I’m not sure if it’s lust or if it’s loneliness and you deserve for it to be because someone likes you and I just, I still haven’t unraveled my thoughts fully on it—”
“You think you like me?” Yoongi stops you mid-ramble.
“Yes.”
“Why did you keep picking fights with me after we kissed?”
“You wanted to talk about it right away and I hadn’t—still haven’t, if I’m honest—figured it all out yet...”
“What is there to figure out? Did you enjoy it? Do you want it to happen again? Do you like me?”
“Yes! Okay? Yes. I enjoyed it, I can’t stop thinking about it, about you, I—”
Yoongi’s getting really good at cutting you off. This time, though, it’s with his mouth on yours. He kisses you forcefully, soft lips with firm movements as he presses forward, hands finding your waist. He pulls you up, standing with you as his tongue seeks entrance and explores you. You moan into the kiss, back arching as he pulls you closer to him.
Breaking the kiss, you try to catch your breath and wrap your mind around what’s happening, processing a bit faster this time how you feel about it.
“I think I like you too.” Yoongi admits between kisses to your neck, his hands sliding down to grip your ass. You place a hand on his head, the other on his neck as he marks you, teeth and tongue laying claim to your exposed skin.
“I know I liked the way you said my name the other night, especially liked the way you felt.”
You squeeze your thighs together, feeling yourself drip at his words; the gruffness of his voice, lips brushing against your ear as his hands squeeze at you, his cock responding to the cute little moans he pulls from you.
“Yoongi please,” you whine, deja vu hitting as he kisses your lips again, one hand moving to glide along your skin under your shirt while the other hands fingers undo your jeans. Instead of breaching your panties like you hope, he squeezes at your hips and you bite his bottom lip in protest.
“Please, touch me Yoongi.”
“I thought I already was,” he chuckles, but dips his fingers into your panties, complying. The pads of his fingers tease at your folds, and he can feel the way you’re soaked for him. You let out a moan of complaint when his hands leave you. He makes to strip you of your jeans, your top discarded next. You stand there almost naked in front of him, and he growls out when you palm him through his basketball shorts before tugging the waistband down. He pulls his shirt off, alabaster skin on display as he repeats his tugging action from earlier, though this time there’s no hesitation on your part.
You follow him into the showers, and he turns on the water before pressing you to the cold tiled wall. You gasp, Yoongi capturing the sound between his lips as his deft fingers unclasp your bra and slide your panties down your legs. You push at his boxers, and the two of you step out of your undergarments, baring all to each other for the first time.
Yoongi grasps your elbows, pulling you into the warm stream of water and you giggle, enjoying the feel of Yoongi on your skin. His cock stands at attention, pressed between the two of you and you admire the way his cock feels like velvet covered steel as you stroke him leisurely. An impressive length and girth as you twist your hand around the shaft, thumb grazing the tip of the head as you spread a mix of pre-cum and water over him.
“I want to be in you,” he groans, pulling you closer to him so he can bite along your neck and shoulder.
“Are you asking or telling?” you tease, and he chuckles darkly before strong arms lift you up and put you against the wall for the second time. You wrap your legs around him, feeling his length press against your clit, throbbing with need.
“Depends,” Yoongi bites you softly, nipping at your neck as he ruts against you, enjoying the way your wet warmth slides along his cock, “does it belong to anyone? Or is it mine?” He presses harder, causing you to squirm.
“Yours, fuck it’s yours.”
“Mine?”
“Yes, please Yoongi, take it...I need you...”
Wasting no more time, Yoongi pulls his hips back and aligns himself with your opening. Slowly he thrusts himself forward, allowing you to take him in inch by gloriously stretching inch. Once he bottoms out into you, he kisses you hard, waiting for you to grow used to his size and tell him you’re ready for more. His thumb rubs figure eights onto your clit and you buck, wanting friction.
“Yoongi, please move, please—oh!”
He pulls out before surging back into you, and you slide up along the wall from the movement. He grasps your shoulder, pulling your body closer to his with every thrust, trying to hold back every time you clench around him. God, you can make him cum in seconds if he isn’t careful.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you chant, barely able to keep your head from rolling back in pleasure.
“Fuck, sweetness, you take my cock so well, such a good girl.”
You preen under his praise, moaning as he pounds into you until tears prick your eyes. The feel of his cock dragging along your walls is euphoric, and you’re close to coming undone by him.
“Oh no, pretty girl, don’t you cum just yet. Save that sweetness for me to taste.”
“Y-Yoongi, I’m close...”
Pulling out of you, Yoongi kneels, water cascading down his back as he throws one of your legs over his shoulder and laps at your folds. Inserting two fingers, he finger fucks you until you fall apart and cleans up the mess with his tongue. Standing back up, he hoists you again and enters your swollen pussy, setting a punishing pace in order to chase his own high. Burying his face into the crook of your neck, Yoongi fucks you fast and hard, hips rolling as his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs as he slams you down on his cock.
You clutch at the back of his neck, moans mixing with his grunts as you tense, hit with a second orgasm. The sporadic pulse of your velvet walls triggers Yoongi’s climax, and he thrusts deep, filling you with his cum.
Later that evening, you lay on Yoongi’s chest at your apartment, talking to him about everything and nothing. You’ve learned a lot about each other over the past months, but over the last few hours you both learn a lot more. He shares with you about his parents, how he’s shy when showing affection at times, especially in public, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care.
“My dad is like that. He took care of us, but showing affection isn’t common. But I want to work on it…can I take you on a proper date, sweetness?” Yoongi’s fingers play with your hair, a sleepy grin plastered to your face.
“Mmm, we did do things a little backwards, didn’t we?”
“I mean, it happens.”
“Yea, and I had to come up with some way to get you to talk to me. A little competitive advantage; I knew after you had played today I would be able to outperform you on the court.”
You squeal as Yoongi rolls you to your back, his legs nudging your thighs apart as he settles between them, flared tip pressing gently for entry to the apex of your thighs.
“But sweetness,” he smirks, though his voice is slightly straining at the way your walls squeeze him, your slick helping him slide in as your eyes roll back, “I’ll outperform you between these sheets, any day.”
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