Genre: Angst, (M)
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Length: 3404 words
A/N: If you want to read my Jin-centred fic, Disturbed, click here. I'll upload it on here/ wattpad when i have time (sorry- two assignments in for this week so pls mind any spelling errors or anything like that ahaha)
You couldn't even look at Yoongi the next morning. You brushed past him to get out of the door, and you swore you heard him chuckle under his breath. Your mum had left the house already, and since your step-dad was leaving at the same time as you, you asked him for a lift rather than Yoongi.
You didn’t know what to think. Were you furious that he denied you your release after coaxing you into having sex, or were you ashamed that it affected you this much? It was a mix of the two.
Once at the lecture, the next hurdle to overcome was seeing Jungkook. But thankfully you didn’t have to. You walked in five minutes late, and slid into the end seat on the front row, knowing he’d be near the back, where you two normally sat. You didn’t have to turn around to know he was staring at you, probably hurt that you had completely ignored him.
The lecture flew by, although you didn’t take any of it in. Your mind was all over the place, flitting to Yoongi, then back to Jungkook. What a predicament you were in. “Erm...excuse me?”, the girl next to you tapped your shoulder, and you jumped, blinking at her.
“Lecture’s over”, she smiled, motioning for you to get up so she could get out of the row. “Oh sorry”, you apologised, hastily getting up to let her, and the people behind her, pass. You grabbed your notebook- which was unwritten in- and your bag, and followed the class out. It really hadn’t felt like you had been sat there for three hours. You weren’t in the mood to go home, so you’d sit in the cafe nearby to kill some time.
Once you were out on the street, you heard Jungkook calling your name. You were split between speeding up and turning out, but reluctantly ended up doing the latter. “Jungkook”, you muttered as he caught up to you. He was wearing an oversized shirt under his bomber jacket, and the beanie you’d bought for him in the spur of the moment last year. He looked...good.
“Are you ignoring me?”, he asked, dark eyes searchingly scanning your face. You shook your head. “I was late...so I sat in the nearest seat.” It wasn’t a lie- that was what you had done.
Jungkook looked as if he wanted to say something, but stopped himself. “Are you OK?”, he ended up asking, and you couldn’t help the little smile that played on your lips. He was never one for small talk.
“I’m good Jungkook”, you assured him. “Please don’t think I’m mad at you. I’m just so...”
“Tired?”, he finished softly, and you nodded. “We’ve been together so long, and this really bought a shock to the system.” Unknown to him, you were referring more to your step-brother than the fact that Jungkook had been with another girl. You were both in the wrong, except the only difference was, he didn’t know that you’d fucked up too.
He unexpectedly cupped your face in his warm hands, cradling it. “I know baby”, he mumbled. “I’m sorry I put you through that.”
You stared into his eyes, the sincerity unwavering. You both stood there frozen, not wanting to move for god knows how long. Until a nearby car horn, made the two of you jump, bringing you out of your daze.
Jungkook realised who it was before you did, and tutted in annoyance. You, however, took a few moments to adjust to the sight in front, and felt weak at the knees when you saw Yoongi behind the wheel. Your mother must have sent him to get you again.
He was drumming his fingers on the wheel, and staring ahead, face giving nothing away. Which, you thought, was more dangerous. But then you remembered the state he left you in last night, and decided that you wouldn’t give a crap about what he thought.
“The last person I want to see”, Jungkook muttered.
“Why?”, you asked curiously, stalling for time. You did not want to be in that car with him right now.
“He...I called him last night. He broke up with his girlfriend, and I called him to get him to apologise for the way he had treated her. But he basically told me to fuck off and not call again.”
Wait...was it Jungkook who called Yoongi whilst you two were making out n the kitchen? You felt sick. “Why do you have Yoongi’s number?”, you practically whispered. Jungkook was looking down, so he missed our wide-eyed expression of horror.
“I used Sana's phone to call him”, Jungkook replied. He seemed to be tentative, and you realised he probably thought you would be mad because yet again he had been with another girl. But in reality, you couldn’t care less. You trusted Jungkook now, especially after he’d come clean.
“Sana?”, you asked in disbelief.
“Yeah, that’s the girl he left. She was crying so much, I had to call him...I had to do something. After he hung up, Sana told me he’s leaving in a short while, so he broke things off to make things easier.” Jungkook explained, the annoyance creeping into his voice all over again.
You frowned, ignoring Yoongi honking the horn again. “Leaving?” Jungkook just shrugged. “It was probably bullshit. Everything he spouts is utter bullshit.”
You had been right after all. Yoongi and Sana were a couple. But he left her. By now Yoongi had been parked there for some time. “I’d better go Jungkook”, you sighed, taking a small step away from him. “See you later?”
He smiled warmly at you. “I’ll see you later.” You turned from him, the smile being wiped off your face the moment he couldn't see your expression, and trudged to the car. You sat at the back and this time, Yoongi didn’t object.
It was quiet for a while, your gaze fixed firmly on the back of his head, before his gravelly voice broke the silence. “Do you think this is a game?”
You huffed out a laugh, although you were anything but amused. “Do I think this is a game? Are you really asking me that?” He tensed up but said nothing. You scoffed silently behind him.
You hadn’t spoken to Jungkook because he was there- you hadn’t even noticed him. If that’s the kind of person he thought you were...well frankly, he could do one.
“You lied to me”, you accused, eyes boring into the back of his head. “You told me you weren’t with anyone Yoongi.”
Yoongi focused on the slow moving traffic ahead, deliberately not answering, so you continued to press him, just as annoyed as he was.
“I’m talking to y-”
“-I like you! I left her because I fucking like you!”
That shut you up real quick- until you remembered something Jungkook had said. “You left her because you’re leaving. What does that mean? Where are you going?”, you asked.
“No. I lied to her to make it easier...there was a possibility me and Namjoon could sign onto a label but it was a bust.”
He sounded like he was lying through his teeth, but you dropped it. Neither of you wanted to talk to the other, so you sat in an uncomfortable silence, willing the journey to go quicker.
“You two already back together?”, Yoongi asked in a disinterested tone as you stopped at a second red light. You turned your attention from the window back to him- he was eyeing you through the rear view mirror.
“No. We’re not.”
“Good. He’s a little punk.”
You raised a brow, but said nothing. You weren’t even surprised when Yoongi continued going straight, rather than making the turn.
Slumping back in your seat, you shut your eyes, not wanting to even acknowledge your step-brothers presence. He was being so difficult. You didn’t open them again, until the car stopped.
He had come to the club- the one you had followed him to. And you knew why- because your mother was home. And he wanted you alone.
“No”, you immediately refused, remembering the state he had left you the night before. How embarrassed and wrong you felt.
Yoongi turned in his seat to face you properly. “I’m not in the mood for this shit y/n.”
You stared at him, refusing to back down. “I said no.”
He unbuckled his seatbelt then, and moved over to you, squeezing through the two front seats, and you bought your knees up as an instinctive protective measure.
You weren’t expecting him to just slump in the seat beside you in silence. You turned to him, staring at his side profile.
“How long have they been married?” He was referring to his dad and your mum. “Coupla months now”, he muttered, answering his own question. “It’s weird...I’ve never seen dad so happy.” He turned to you, showing no emotion.
“Mum and Dad had relationship issues...right up until the day she died.” You felt like you’d been punched in the stomach. Yoongi’s mother was dead? On an impulse, you took hold of his hand. “...I’m sorry.”
“No. I should be the one apologising for what I did. I think I have this possessiveness trait from my dad...that’s why Jungkook makes me so mad.” ou rubbed little circles onto his hand.
“You two have history, don’t you?”
He motioned for you to lean forward, so he could put his arm around you, and you moved closer, leaning your head on his shoulder. “We used to be best friends”, he mumbled into your hair. “But I was into rap, and he wanted to continue his education. Funny thing is, I've probably known you longer than he has.”
You frowned. “How?”
“Dad would always talk about you and your mum. Showing me photos, and telling me these little facts about you so we could be like proper...”, he trailed off, clearly not wanting to say the word ‘siblings’.
He cleared his throat. “I always thought you were cute.” You could hear the smile in his voice, and you huffed out a laugh, snaking an arm over his stomach so you were hugging him back. There was something so comforting about being this close to him.
You hummed in response. “Don’t get back with him. He’ll only hurt you. I know Jungkook.” There it was again. Yoongi warning you against Jungkook once more. Obviously there was bias, because the didn’t like each other, but you noted Yoongi’s serious tone- he meant it.
“He seems to be genuinely sorry Yoongi...plus I’m not any better.”
“No. You are better than that. You think him and Sana are just friends?” You stiffened against him, the warm feeling rapidly disappearing. “Yoongi, please. That’s an unfair assumption. That’s my boyfriend and your girlfriend your talking about!”
“Ex girlfriend”, he corrected. “And please, it’s hardly unfair. When he’s not with you, he’s with her!” That was news to you, but you still mumbled, “That doesn’t mean anything.”
“Well what does this mean to you?” He was referring to the two of you, and what you had started. What you didn’t know how to end.
You looked up at him then, not at all surprised by how close he was. Your hand started moving up his stomach, his chest, then stopped at his neck, gripping the side, so you could move his head down to yours.
“What does it mean to you?”, you asked in retaliation, feeling his hot breath on your lips. He responded by swiftly closing the gap, urgently pressing his lips on yours and ,like you were prepared, you moved your lips in sync with his.
He slowly, purposefully, dragged his tongue against your lips, demanding entrance, which you gave easily, craving his taste. “Y/n”, he murmured against your lips. “You make me feel so good”, he admitted, panting into the kiss, and you felt your core heat up at his words.
“Fuck. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
Even as he was speaking you climbed on his lap to straddle him, never breaking the kiss. He leaned back. his head resting on the seat, to look at you. You were in awe of how sinfully good he looked, and if his ever hardening member was anything to go by, how much he wanted you.
“What did you want to show me in there?”, you motioned to the studio, but he just wryly smiled. “It can wait.” His nimble hands reached out to tug off your cardigan, leaving you in your thin blouse and skirt.
Your heart rate increased because of the way he was hungrily eyeing you. You leaned in, leaving a soft open-mouthed kiss on his cheek. “What if someone sees us in here?”, you whispered.
He pushed you back gently, so he could look at you again. His gaze alone was enough to make you shamefully wet. “I don’t give a shit”, was his response. “Let them see.”
You experimentally rolled your hips into his, and he hissed in pleasure. “Don’t fuck with me beautiful.” He saw you glance out the window and chuckled. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d love it if someone was to look in and see me fuck you.”
You shuddered at his words, pulling him n for a bruising kiss, grinding into him. You got worked up so quickly with Yoongi- it was like you were possessed. Yoongi hitched your skirt up to grip your thighs, as he pressed light kisses on your chest.
You exhaled, a breathy moan of his name escaping your swollen lips- and that was when he snapped. He pulled at the neckline of your blouse, and your bra harshly to expose your breasts. As he latched his lips onto them, he bought his hand to your clothed core, moving the soaked material out of the way.
You arched your back into him, your low moan the only sound in the car. His sexy grunts and heavy breaths were making you drip onto his jeans, but you were already too fucked out to care.
Yoongi clearly couldn’t give a damn either, the boy sucking and biting your skin, making you whimper. You reached down beneath you and softly stroked his erection, making him curse into your chest.
You undid his belt with shaky hands, pulling his jeans and boxers down desperately, just enough to release his erection from its confinements. “Ride me”, Yoongi ordered in a raspy voice. “Fuck- please, ride me.”
You didn’t need further prompting. You sank down on him in an instant, the two of you a perfect fit for each other, and he bit his lip to stop himself from groaning at the pleasure.
Your head rolled back, the stretch of his member making you mewl. He looked dpwn at the space between you two as you set the pace, rolling your hips to ride him. “Look”, he breathed. “Look how well you take me.”
He pulled you closer so his lips could assault your neck, the warm wet kisses heightening your pleasure further, though you didn’t think it possible. You picked up the pace as the coil in your stomach tightened, and he bucked his hips up to join you, making you see stars.
You couldn’t even give a warning that you were about to come- the orgasm ht you like a brick wall, the sensation making him release a mere few thrusts after. You spent the last ounce of energy riding out our high, before you collapse on top of him.
You both stayed like that in silence, and you started to feel your eyes grow heavy at the sound of his now-steady heart beat.
You didn’t hear his almost inaudible whisper as he stroked your hair, hugging you close to him.
Because you didn’t know that Jungkook had been right. You didn’t know Yoongi was leaving.You didn’t know that he had bought you here to talk to you calmly about it, and to prove his point by showing all his belongings packed up in there. And you had no clue that it was a two year contract.
Yooni gently shook you awake, placing a light kiss on your bare shoulder. He hated himself for ever initiating anything with you when he knew there was alwas a chance he’d get signed.
He didn’t know what he had lied to you about it. Well, he knew why- you were both pissed at one another, and he never lost an argument. “C’mon y/n”, he murmured with a heavy heart, helping you slip the cardigan on and make yourself look...civil.
“Let’s go home.” You were too tired to remember that he had bought you there in there first place, so he let you curl up in the backseat as he buckled his belt and clambered back into the drivers seat.
You tiredly trudged straight to your room once you were home, and you heard Yoongi tell your mum that you felt unwell.
The last thing you heard before you dozed off again, still in the same clothes, was your mum asking Yoongi if he was ready for tomorrow.
You woke up the next day, surprised that you had slept so long. All of yesterday evening, and all throughout the night without waking up once. You got up and immediately peeled the clothes off, feeling gross, and hopped into the shower for five minutes.
You were feeling somewhat positive after yesterday-like you and Yoongi had started anew. You got dressed and made your way downstairs...only to find nobody home.
You frowned, going back upstairs to grab your phone. The first person you dialled was Yoongi, surprisingly, but he didn’t pick up. His car was still in the drive, and you had no clue where he would have gone.
You called your mum next who, to your relief, answered quickly. “Y/n! Darling are you feeling better?”
“Yeah, great”, you hurriedly brushed off the question. “Why is nobody home?”
You heard you mum ask, “Did no one tell her?!”, before bringing the phone back to her ear to answer you. “Honey, we’re dropping Yoongi and his friend off to the airport!”
Your stomach dropped. “W-what?”
“They got signed onto some Korean label, and they want to go and see if this is something they ant to do! The trips paid for and everything”, your mother explained fondly, but to you it was all just noise.
“Here, I’ll pass the phone to your brother so you can wish him luck and say bye.” Before you could tell her not to bother, you heard Yoongi’s voice, and you tried hard not to tear up.
He sighed, obviously limited in what he could say with his dad, our mum and Namjoon in the car with him. You heard Namjoon’s voice in the background, “Y/n? That name rings a bell”, and you willed for him to not say anything stupid- after all your mm didn’t know you followed Yoongi to the club that night.
“I didn’t tell you because I forg-”
“-You fucking lied to me Yoongi”, you didn’t bother to let him finish the bullshit excuse. “What the hell was the point? Why didn’t you just tell me?”
“I...couldn’t”, he muttered, as if speaking quieter would make the conversation more private. “I was gonna but...I couldn’t.”
You let out a shaky breath to calm yourself down, before the anger got the better of you. If he was going abroad, then this wan’t an immediate thing he had known a while. Yet he had still opted to best about with you...just for the sake of it.
“Goodbye Yoongi”, you said stoically. “And good luck.”
“-Give the phone to my mum.”
“Listen to me”, he insisted. “I...”, you could sense his frustration,because he couldn’t say what he wanted to. He finally decided on “Thank you. I’ll miss you.” You sniffed and the next thing you heard was your mothers voice again. “OK sweetie, we’ll be back in a couple of hours. Bye!”
You carelessly tossed the device onto your bed, frozen to the spot. Your step brother, Min Yoongi, someone you- let’s be honest- barely knew, was leaving. But why did it affect you this much?
You knew why...but you didn’t well to dwell on those thoughts. You let out a frustrated yell, flopping down on the bed, and next to you, your phone buzzed.
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