Fluff - In Jin’s eyes, the only thing as cute as RJ - is you.
Sweet
Fluff/Lust - You and Jin kiss in the kitchen for no reason at all.
Drabbles/One-Shots
Unnoticed
Fluff/Lust - When you finally pay attention to BTS’s most reserved member, you find you wish you would have noticed him much sooner.
Noticed
Fluff - Sequel to Unnoticed
Warmth
Fluff - Yoongi’s thoughtful, quiet gesture warms you - and your heart.
Comfort
Fluff - When you and Yoongi fall asleep in the backseat of the car, you overhear the boys in the front discussing your blossoming relationship.
Affection
Fluff - When it comes to expressing affection, sometime actions speak louder than words.
Assurance
Fluff - After a long day, you and Yoongi could both use a little reassurance.
Happiness
Fluff/Lust - Your happy place is in Yoongi’s embrace.
Sentimental
Fluff/SMAU - Yoongi’s not usually sentimental, but missing you makes him soft.
Love
Fluff - As you relax with Yoongi in the soop, you take the opportunity to contemplate love and fate.
Alone
Fluff - You and Yoongi just want to be left alone.
Autumn
Fluff - You and Yoongi kiss in the street because you miss each other.
Tired
Angst/Fluff/Timestamp - Yoongi acts like pushing you away isn’t exhausting, but Hoseok sees right through him.
Oblivious
Fluff - When Namjoon doesn’t notice your flirtation, Yoongi takes it upon himself to make a move, but he soon realizes that Namjoon isn’t the only oblivious one.
Hurts So Good
Pic Scenario
His Eyes Tell
Pic Scenario
The Perfect Response
Pic Scenario
Series
Impermanence
Angst/Fluff/SMAU - You decide to get a tattoo to surprise your boyfriend, Yoongi. You ask Jungkook to accompany you, but this leads to a change you never expected.
Voyagers
Fluff/Headcanon - A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to join BTS on a Bon Voyage adventure leads to once-in-a-lifetime love.
Drabbles/One-Shots
Formally
Fluff - When you need a date to a major event, your friend Hoseok volunteers, but as the big night unfolds, you start to realize that you might just want to be more than friends.
Never
Angst/Fluff - You and Hoseok kiss in the rain because the situation is life-or-death.
Ever
Fluff/Lust - Bonus scene for Never
A Quiet Moment
Pic Scenario
Not Really Interested
Pic Scenario
Drabbles/One-Shots
Fireside
Fluff - You and Namjoon kiss by a campfire because you admire each other.
Reunion
Fluff - You and Namjoon kiss in a vehicle to say hello.
Drabbles/One-Shots
Indescribable
Fluff - When BTS performs at your high school, you score front-row seats to the greatest experience of your life.
Deeper
Fluff - You and Jimin kiss in the water because you confess your feelings.
Worth a Shot
Pic Scenario
Drabbles/One-Shots
Surprise
Fluff - When your best friend Taehyung invites you to celebrate your birthday with him, you’re not sure what to expect.
Moonlight
Fluff - You and Taehyung kiss in the moonlight because you long for each other.
Drabbles/One-Shots
Thrilled
Fluff - You never would have guessed riding in the backseat with Jungkook could be so exciting.
Waiting
Fluff - You and Jungkook kiss at a party because you miss each other.
Valentine
Fluff - Jungkook happily cares for you when you're sick on Valentine's Day.
A Sure Bet
Pic Scenario
Series
Impermanence
Angst/Fluff/SMAU - You decide to get a tattoo to surprise your boyfriend, Yoongi. You ask Jungkook to accompany you, but this leads to a change you never expected.
hello can you make a story with the idea“One day, a girl becomes friends with BTS through RM, her former classmate. She goes on a mountain vacation with BTS to a big cozy cabin and secretly starts dating Suga (Yoongi). They keep trying to spend time together and steal a few kisses, but the other members always interrupt them in funny ways. The story should be cute, funny, full of chaos, games, late-night cabin moments, and a little jealousy from her best friend
Sorry my love, I really appreciate your interest in my writing, but I am not currently taking requests! 💜
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (Female); Namjoon x Reader (Female)
Word Count: 1.57K
Summary: When Namjoon doesn’t notice your flirtation, Yoongi takes it upon himself to make a move, but he soon realizes that Namjoon isn’t the only oblivious one.
Author’s Note: Y’all. It’s been a minute and a half since I posted a story. But I finally have a little free time and a smidgen of motivation and I had this idea and well… I just hope I have a few readers left out there who will enjoy this! Please let me know what you think!
Oblivious
“She wanted you to ask her to dance.” Yoongi remarked, idly swirling his drink in his glass.
Both he and Namjoon watched as you walked away, making your way through the crowd, back toward the other bridesmaids.
“You think so?” Namjoon asked, moving to join his hyung at the cocktail table. His eyes never left you, even as you were reabsorbed by your circle of friends. You kept your back to him, unaware of his continued observation as you laughed with the other girls.
Yoongi nodded, despite the fact that Namjoon wasn’t looking at him.
“She was flirting with you, Namjoon-ah. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice. She couldn’t have been more obvious.”
Namjoon shrugged, “I didn’t want to assume.”
“So you’re not oblivious,” Yoongi smirked, “Just an idiot.”
Namjoon finally tore his gaze from your unsuspecting form and looked at him.
“It seemed like she was flirting with me, but I thought it might be presumptuous of me to flirt back.” He explained. “What if she was just playing around? The last thing I want to do is make her uncomfortable. Or make an ass out of myself.”
Yoongi sighed wearily.
“You think too much.” He told Namjoon, but the bluntness of his words was softened by his genuine - though long-suffering - affection for his younger friend.
“I know.” Namjoon gave a sigh of his own.
At that moment, the song filling the reception hall changed from an upbeat dance number to a slower, more romantic melody.
“You can still ask her to dance.” Yoongi encouraged, giving his drink another twirl.
Namjoon said nothing, but his expression betrayed his hesitancy.
“Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi held his gaze, deciding in an instant that he needed proper motivation, “You better ask her to dance… before I do.”
“What?” Namjoon chuckled nervously.
But Yoongi knew he’d both heard and understood him, so when his dongsaeng made no moves, he threw back the last swig of his drink and straightened his suit coat before marching resolutely in your direction.
Namjoon could only watch him go, dumbfounded.
When he reached you, Yoongi gently touched your arm and said your name to pull your attention from your friends. The way your face lit up when you recognized him surprised him, but he didn’t show it.
“May I have this dance?” He asked you, and the bright smile you gave him in response surprised him even more. He expected you’d accept; besides the fact that you were too nice to say no, the two of you were friends, after all.
But he hadn’t expected you to accept so enthusiastically.
You extended your hand to Yoongi and he took it automatically, feeling another twinge of amazement as your fingers wrapped around his. He dismissed the sensation as quickly as it had come, leading you toward the center of the hall, where a group of wedding guests were dancing.
As soon as Yoongi stopped at the edge of the dance floor, you moved close against him, one hand on his shoulder and the other in his. He felt awkward as he held your waist, but you began swaying to the music and he followed your lead, turning in slow circles with you.
You both made small talk as you danced - commenting on the beautiful wedding, observing the happiness of the newlywed couple, remarking about the size of the reception crowd - but even as he chatted with you, Yoongi’s mind was preoccupied.
When he asked you to dance, he’d hardly given it any thought. He just wanted to spur Namjoon into action. That had been his only motivation… hadn’t it? Yoongi didn’t ask girls to dance at weddings. Not even girls like you, his closest female friend. So why did he not even hesitate to approach you? Why had it been so easy to ask for your hand? Why had you been so happy to join him?
And why - despite the mild awkwardness - did it feel so… nice to have you in his arms?
“You look really handsome in that suit, by the way.” You smiled almost shyly, and Yoongi’s focus snapped back to the moment. He smiled back despite himself.
“You look beautiful.” He replied, the sincere compliment escaping his lips before he could exercise his usual restraint. “As always.”
The way your smile spread to your eyes pricked something in Yoongi’s chest, but before he could determine what it was, a familiar voice sounded behind him, and a hand gave his back a friendly pat.
“Mind if I cut in?” Namjoon asked, his gaze flicking between you and Yoongi.
Yoongi didn’t hesitate to step back, quickly dropping your waist, and you gave Namjoon a welcoming smile, allowing him to take his friend’s place.
But Yoongi didn’t miss how your eyes met his over Namjoon’s shoulder, just before he twirled you away.
Maybe Namjoon’s not an idiot, Yoongi thought, as he watched the two of you sway around the dance floor, your face shimmering as brightly as your dress beneath the party lights.
A self-deprecating smirk tugged at the corner of Yoongi’s lips as the realization dawned on him:
Maybe I’m the idiot now.
—
The ice in Yoongi’s empty glass clinked as he sat it on the bar, and the bartender knowingly topped it off with more whiskey without having to be asked.
“Can I have one of those too, please?” You asked the bartender, sidling up next to Yoongi.
Yoongi gave you a sidelong glance as the bartender quickly made your order and placed it in front of you.
“Cheers.” You held your drink out to Yoongi, and he smirked.
“Geonbae.” He offered, tapping his glass gently against yours before you both took swigs of your drinks. After the one sip, you sat your glass back down.
“I enjoyed our dance earlier. I’m really glad you asked me.” You told Yoongi, and the admission made him put his own drink down.
“It was nothing.” He chuckled dismissively, even though it certainly was not nothing to him.
“I was beginning to think you couldn’t take a hint.” You teased.
Yoongi only stared in response, finally meeting your gaze in time to see the twinkle in your eye.
“I wanted you to ask me to dance,” You explained, an amused smile playing on your lips, “I’ve been dropping hints all night. I was this close to giving up on being subtle and taking the direct approach, but you just barely beat me to the punch.”
Yoongi’s brow furrowed.
“You were flirting with Namjoon right in front of me…” He wasn’t accusing you, he was just confused.
You bit your lip.
“I was kinda trying to make you jealous.” You admitted, holding back a giggle. “It was childish, and stupid, I know, but it was a last resort.”
“You could have just asked me to dance.” Yoongi told you.
You chuckled fully at that.
“I know you, Yoongi. I would have had to drag you out onto the dance floor.” You shook your head. “I needed you to think it was your idea in the first place.”
Yoongi scoffed, but he knew you were probably right.
“I’m just sorry our dance got cut short.” You continued, barely giving Yoongi time to catch up. “Maybe we could finish it now?” You asked, nodding back toward the dance floor.
Yoongi hadn’t noticed until that moment that another slow song was playing; he took a beat to process everything.
Now you were asking him to dance?
“Yeah, okay.” Yoongi nodded simply, his body turning automatically towards the dance floor. With a beaming smile, you clasped his hand, pulling him along, and he felt the tug all the way up to his heart.
Yoongi knew what this sensation was now. He’d felt it often with you, it finally occurred to him, but up until tonight, he hadn’t thought about what it meant:
Yoongi liked you.
He really liked you. More than just a friend.
How it took him this long to figure it out, he didn’t know. But as the two of you returned to the dance floor and wrapped your arms around each other, Yoongi realized you must feel the same way. And he wondered how he’d failed to ever notice before.
He’d accused Namjoon of missing the obvious, but it turns out… all this time, Yoongi was the one who’d been completely oblivious.
He pulled you closer against his body as he mused, continuing to lead you in lazy circles in time with the slow rhythm.
“Noona?” Yoongi asked, his voice low and deep, as the song progressed toward its ending.
“Hmm?” You gazed up at him.
“Can I have the next dance, too?”
You smiled slowly, nodding.
“And the one after that, and the one after that, and the one after that. Every dance you want, it’s yours.” You promised Yoongi, threading your fingers through the hair that brushed the collar of his suit jacket.
Yoongi’s smile grew to match yours as he lowered his head, his lips finding your cheek and pressing a soft kiss close to your ear. You tightened your hold around Yoongi’s neck in delight, and as you did, you caught sight of Namjoon standing alone on the edge of the dance floor.
Namjoon gave you a knowing smile, lifting a champagne glass in your direction, and you almost laughed as you put a shushing finger to your lips, shooting him a quick wink in return.
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (Female); Namjoon x Reader (Female)
Word Count: 1.57K
Summary: When Namjoon doesn’t notice your flirtation, Yoongi takes it upon himself to make a move, but he soon realizes that Namjoon isn’t the only oblivious one.
Author’s Note: Y’all. It’s been a minute and a half since I posted a story. But I finally have a little free time and a smidgen of motivation and I had this idea and well… I just hope I have a few readers left out there who will enjoy this! Please let me know what you think!
Oblivious
“She wanted you to ask her to dance.” Yoongi remarked, idly swirling his drink in his glass.
Both he and Namjoon watched as you walked away, making your way through the crowd, back toward the other bridesmaids.
“You think so?” Namjoon asked, moving to join his hyung at the cocktail table. His eyes never left you, even as you were reabsorbed by your circle of friends. You kept your back to him, unaware of his continued observation as you laughed with the other girls.
Yoongi nodded, despite the fact that Namjoon wasn’t looking at him.
“She was flirting with you, Namjoon-ah. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice. She couldn’t have been more obvious.”
Namjoon shrugged, “I didn’t want to assume.”
“So you’re not oblivious,” Yoongi smirked, “Just an idiot.”
Namjoon finally tore his gaze from your unsuspecting form and looked at him.
“It seemed like she was flirting with me, but I thought it might be presumptuous of me to flirt back.” He explained. “What if she was just playing around? The last thing I want to do is make her uncomfortable. Or make an ass out of myself.”
Yoongi sighed wearily.
“You think too much.” He told Namjoon, but the bluntness of his words was softened by his genuine - though long-suffering - affection for his younger friend.
“I know.” Namjoon gave a sigh of his own.
At that moment, the song filling the reception hall changed from an upbeat dance number to a slower, more romantic melody.
“You can still ask her to dance.” Yoongi encouraged, giving his drink another twirl.
Namjoon said nothing, but his expression betrayed his hesitancy.
“Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi held his gaze, deciding in an instant that he needed proper motivation, “You better ask her to dance… before I do.”
“What?” Namjoon chuckled nervously.
But Yoongi knew he’d both heard and understood him, so when his dongsaeng made no moves, he threw back the last swig of his drink and straightened his suit coat before marching resolutely in your direction.
Namjoon could only watch him go, dumbfounded.
When he reached you, Yoongi gently touched your arm and said your name to pull your attention from your friends. The way your face lit up when you recognized him surprised him, but he didn’t show it.
“May I have this dance?” He asked you, and the bright smile you gave him in response surprised him even more. He expected you’d accept; besides the fact that you were too nice to say no, the two of you were friends, after all.
But he hadn’t expected you to accept so enthusiastically.
You extended your hand to Yoongi and he took it automatically, feeling another twinge of amazement as your fingers wrapped around his. He dismissed the sensation as quickly as it had come, leading you toward the center of the hall, where a group of wedding guests were dancing.
As soon as Yoongi stopped at the edge of the dance floor, you moved close against him, one hand on his shoulder and the other in his. He felt awkward as he held your waist, but you began swaying to the music and he followed your lead, turning in slow circles with you.
You both made small talk as you danced - commenting on the beautiful wedding, observing the happiness of the newlywed couple, remarking about the size of the reception crowd - but even as he chatted with you, Yoongi’s mind was preoccupied.
When he asked you to dance, he’d hardly given it any thought. He just wanted to spur Namjoon into action. That had been his only motivation… hadn’t it? Yoongi didn’t ask girls to dance at weddings. Not even girls like you, his closest female friend. So why did he not even hesitate to approach you? Why had it been so easy to ask for your hand? Why had you been so happy to join him?
And why - despite the mild awkwardness - did it feel so… nice to have you in his arms?
“You look really handsome in that suit, by the way.” You smiled almost shyly, and Yoongi’s focus snapped back to the moment. He smiled back despite himself.
“You look beautiful.” He replied, the sincere compliment escaping his lips before he could exercise his usual restraint. “As always.”
The way your smile spread to your eyes pricked something in Yoongi’s chest, but before he could determine what it was, a familiar voice sounded behind him, and a hand gave his back a friendly pat.
“Mind if I cut in?” Namjoon asked, his gaze flicking between you and Yoongi.
Yoongi didn’t hesitate to step back, quickly dropping your waist, and you gave Namjoon a welcoming smile, allowing him to take his friend’s place.
But Yoongi didn’t miss how your eyes met his over Namjoon’s shoulder, just before he twirled you away.
Maybe Namjoon’s not an idiot, Yoongi thought, as he watched the two of you sway around the dance floor, your face shimmering as brightly as your dress beneath the party lights.
A self-deprecating smirk tugged at the corner of Yoongi’s lips as the realization dawned on him:
Maybe I’m the idiot now.
—
The ice in Yoongi’s empty glass clinked as he sat it on the bar, and the bartender knowingly topped it off with more whiskey without having to be asked.
“Can I have one of those too, please?” You asked the bartender, sidling up next to Yoongi.
Yoongi gave you a sidelong glance as the bartender quickly made your order and placed it in front of you.
“Cheers.” You held your drink out to Yoongi, and he smirked.
“Geonbae.” He offered, tapping his glass gently against yours before you both took swigs of your drinks. After the one sip, you sat your glass back down.
“I enjoyed our dance earlier. I’m really glad you asked me.” You told Yoongi, and the admission made him put his own drink down.
“It was nothing.” He chuckled dismissively, even though it certainly was not nothing to him.
“I was beginning to think you couldn’t take a hint.” You teased.
Yoongi only stared in response, finally meeting your gaze in time to see the twinkle in your eye.
“I wanted you to ask me to dance,” You explained, an amused smile playing on your lips, “I’ve been dropping hints all night. I was this close to giving up on being subtle and taking the direct approach, but you just barely beat me to the punch.”
Yoongi’s brow furrowed.
“You were flirting with Namjoon right in front of me…” He wasn’t accusing you, he was just confused.
You bit your lip.
“I was kinda trying to make you jealous.” You admitted, holding back a giggle. “It was childish, and stupid, I know, but it was a last resort.”
“You could have just asked me to dance.” Yoongi told you.
You chuckled fully at that.
“I know you, Yoongi. I would have had to drag you out onto the dance floor.” You shook your head. “I needed you to think it was your idea in the first place.”
Yoongi scoffed, but he knew you were probably right.
“I’m just sorry our dance got cut short.” You continued, barely giving Yoongi time to catch up. “Maybe we could finish it now?” You asked, nodding back toward the dance floor.
Yoongi hadn’t noticed until that moment that another slow song was playing; he took a beat to process everything.
Now you were asking him to dance?
“Yeah, okay.” Yoongi nodded simply, his body turning automatically towards the dance floor. With a beaming smile, you clasped his hand, pulling him along, and he felt the tug all the way up to his heart.
Yoongi knew what this sensation was now. He’d felt it often with you, it finally occurred to him, but up until tonight, he hadn’t thought about what it meant:
Yoongi liked you.
He really liked you. More than just a friend.
How it took him this long to figure it out, he didn’t know. But as the two of you returned to the dance floor and wrapped your arms around each other, Yoongi realized you must feel the same way. And he wondered how he’d failed to ever notice before.
He’d accused Namjoon of missing the obvious, but it turns out… all this time, Yoongi was the one who’d been completely oblivious.
He pulled you closer against his body as he mused, continuing to lead you in lazy circles in time with the slow rhythm.
“Noona?” Yoongi asked, his voice low and deep, as the song progressed toward its ending.
“Hmm?” You gazed up at him.
“Can I have the next dance, too?”
You smiled slowly, nodding.
“And the one after that, and the one after that, and the one after that. Every dance you want, it’s yours.” You promised Yoongi, threading your fingers through the hair that brushed the collar of his suit jacket.
Yoongi’s smile grew to match yours as he lowered his head, his lips finding your cheek and pressing a soft kiss close to your ear. You tightened your hold around Yoongi’s neck in delight, and as you did, you caught sight of Namjoon standing alone on the edge of the dance floor.
Namjoon gave you a knowing smile, lifting a champagne glass in your direction, and you almost laughed as you put a shushing finger to your lips, shooting him a quick wink in return.
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (Female); Namjoon x Reader (Female)
Word Count: 1.57K
Summary: When Namjoon doesn’t notice your flirtation, Yoongi takes it upon himself to make a move, but he soon realizes that Namjoon isn’t the only oblivious one.
Author’s Note: Y’all. It’s been a minute and a half since I posted a story. But I finally have a little free time and a smidgen of motivation and I had this idea and well… I just hope I have a few readers left out there who will enjoy this! Please let me know what you think!
Oblivious
“She wanted you to ask her to dance.” Yoongi remarked, idly swirling his drink in his glass.
Both he and Namjoon watched as you walked away, making your way through the crowd, back toward the other bridesmaids.
“You think so?” Namjoon asked, moving to join his hyung at the cocktail table. His eyes never left you, even as you were reabsorbed by your circle of friends. You kept your back to him, unaware of his continued observation as you laughed with the other girls.
Yoongi nodded, despite the fact that Namjoon wasn’t looking at him.
“She was flirting with you, Namjoon-ah. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice. She couldn’t have been more obvious.”
Namjoon shrugged, “I didn’t want to assume.”
“So you’re not oblivious,” Yoongi smirked, “Just an idiot.”
Namjoon finally tore his gaze from your unsuspecting form and looked at him.
“It seemed like she was flirting with me, but I thought it might be presumptuous of me to flirt back.” He explained. “What if she was just playing around? The last thing I want to do is make her uncomfortable. Or make an ass out of myself.”
Yoongi sighed wearily.
“You think too much.” He told Namjoon, but the bluntness of his words was softened by his genuine - though long-suffering - affection for his younger friend.
“I know.” Namjoon gave a sigh of his own.
At that moment, the song filling the reception hall changed from an upbeat dance number to a slower, more romantic melody.
“You can still ask her to dance.” Yoongi encouraged, giving his drink another twirl.
Namjoon said nothing, but his expression betrayed his hesitancy.
“Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi held his gaze, deciding in an instant that he needed proper motivation, “You better ask her to dance… before I do.”
“What?” Namjoon chuckled nervously.
But Yoongi knew he’d both heard and understood him, so when his dongsaeng made no moves, he threw back the last swig of his drink and straightened his suit coat before marching resolutely in your direction.
Namjoon could only watch him go, dumbfounded.
When he reached you, Yoongi gently touched your arm and said your name to pull your attention from your friends. The way your face lit up when you recognized him surprised him, but he didn’t show it.
“May I have this dance?” He asked you, and the bright smile you gave him in response surprised him even more. He expected you’d accept; besides the fact that you were too nice to say no, the two of you were friends, after all.
But he hadn’t expected you to accept so enthusiastically.
You extended your hand to Yoongi and he took it automatically, feeling another twinge of amazement as your fingers wrapped around his. He dismissed the sensation as quickly as it had come, leading you toward the center of the hall, where a group of wedding guests were dancing.
As soon as Yoongi stopped at the edge of the dance floor, you moved close against him, one hand on his shoulder and the other in his. He felt awkward as he held your waist, but you began swaying to the music and he followed your lead, turning in slow circles with you.
You both made small talk as you danced - commenting on the beautiful wedding, observing the happiness of the newlywed couple, remarking about the size of the reception crowd - but even as he chatted with you, Yoongi’s mind was preoccupied.
When he asked you to dance, he’d hardly given it any thought. He just wanted to spur Namjoon into action. That had been his only motivation… hadn’t it? Yoongi didn’t ask girls to dance at weddings. Not even girls like you, his closest female friend. So why did he not even hesitate to approach you? Why had it been so easy to ask for your hand? Why had you been so happy to join him?
And why - despite the mild awkwardness - did it feel so… nice to have you in his arms?
“You look really handsome in that suit, by the way.” You smiled almost shyly, and Yoongi’s focus snapped back to the moment. He smiled back despite himself.
“You look beautiful.” He replied, the sincere compliment escaping his lips before he could exercise his usual restraint. “As always.”
The way your smile spread to your eyes pricked something in Yoongi’s chest, but before he could determine what it was, a familiar voice sounded behind him, and a hand gave his back a friendly pat.
“Mind if I cut in?” Namjoon asked, his gaze flicking between you and Yoongi.
Yoongi didn’t hesitate to step back, quickly dropping your waist, and you gave Namjoon a welcoming smile, allowing him to take his friend’s place.
But Yoongi didn’t miss how your eyes met his over Namjoon’s shoulder, just before he twirled you away.
Maybe Namjoon’s not an idiot, Yoongi thought, as he watched the two of you sway around the dance floor, your face shimmering as brightly as your dress beneath the party lights.
A self-deprecating smirk tugged at the corner of Yoongi’s lips as the realization dawned on him:
Maybe I’m the idiot now.
—
The ice in Yoongi’s empty glass clinked as he sat it on the bar, and the bartender knowingly topped it off with more whiskey without having to be asked.
“Can I have one of those too, please?” You asked the bartender, sidling up next to Yoongi.
Yoongi gave you a sidelong glance as the bartender quickly made your order and placed it in front of you.
“Cheers.” You held your drink out to Yoongi, and he smirked.
“Geonbae.” He offered, tapping his glass gently against yours before you both took swigs of your drinks. After the one sip, you sat your glass back down.
“I enjoyed our dance earlier. I’m really glad you asked me.” You told Yoongi, and the admission made him put his own drink down.
“It was nothing.” He chuckled dismissively, even though it certainly was not nothing to him.
“I was beginning to think you couldn’t take a hint.” You teased.
Yoongi only stared in response, finally meeting your gaze in time to see the twinkle in your eye.
“I wanted you to ask me to dance,” You explained, an amused smile playing on your lips, “I’ve been dropping hints all night. I was this close to giving up on being subtle and taking the direct approach, but you just barely beat me to the punch.”
Yoongi’s brow furrowed.
“You were flirting with Namjoon right in front of me…” He wasn’t accusing you, he was just confused.
You bit your lip.
“I was kinda trying to make you jealous.” You admitted, holding back a giggle. “It was childish, and stupid, I know, but it was a last resort.”
“You could have just asked me to dance.” Yoongi told you.
You chuckled fully at that.
“I know you, Yoongi. I would have had to drag you out onto the dance floor.” You shook your head. “I needed you to think it was your idea in the first place.”
Yoongi scoffed, but he knew you were probably right.
“I’m just sorry our dance got cut short.” You continued, barely giving Yoongi time to catch up. “Maybe we could finish it now?” You asked, nodding back toward the dance floor.
Yoongi hadn’t noticed until that moment that another slow song was playing; he took a beat to process everything.
Now you were asking him to dance?
“Yeah, okay.” Yoongi nodded simply, his body turning automatically towards the dance floor. With a beaming smile, you clasped his hand, pulling him along, and he felt the tug all the way up to his heart.
Yoongi knew what this sensation was now. He’d felt it often with you, it finally occurred to him, but up until tonight, he hadn’t thought about what it meant:
Yoongi liked you.
He really liked you. More than just a friend.
How it took him this long to figure it out, he didn’t know. But as the two of you returned to the dance floor and wrapped your arms around each other, Yoongi realized you must feel the same way. And he wondered how he’d failed to ever notice before.
He’d accused Namjoon of missing the obvious, but it turns out… all this time, Yoongi was the one who’d been completely oblivious.
He pulled you closer against his body as he mused, continuing to lead you in lazy circles in time with the slow rhythm.
“Noona?” Yoongi asked, his voice low and deep, as the song progressed toward its ending.
“Hmm?” You gazed up at him.
“Can I have the next dance, too?”
You smiled slowly, nodding.
“And the one after that, and the one after that, and the one after that. Every dance you want, it’s yours.” You promised Yoongi, threading your fingers through the hair that brushed the collar of his suit jacket.
Yoongi’s smile grew to match yours as he lowered his head, his lips finding your cheek and pressing a soft kiss close to your ear. You tightened your hold around Yoongi’s neck in delight, and as you did, you caught sight of Namjoon standing alone on the edge of the dance floor.
Namjoon gave you a knowing smile, lifting a champagne glass in your direction, and you almost laughed as you put a shushing finger to your lips, shooting him a quick wink in return.
