Synopsis: Unexpected romance develops between co-workers, going on dates, drinking some coffee and alcohol.
Genre: co-workers, slow development, fluff, smut
Warnings: 18+, social anxiety, one shot
Wordcount: 9.9k
second warning: might not make perfect sense, not really proofread, I’ve just started writing recently… soooo thank you for reading, and if you have suggestions, I am here.
You know that moment when life seems to make so much sense, like everything is perfectly aligned, but actually if you look further and deeper you wonder how the pieces came together?
Well, working on international projects was something indeed interesting. From your coworkers perspective, the best part was meeting new people and making new friends. You being introverted, that seem like the worst part of it. Most of the people you met were nice or at least interesting, and finding differences and similarities between cultures was also entertaining.
It wasn’t the best always working at your company, but it had it’s perks. Like in this moment, being at a full table with laughing people, good food and great atmosphere after the end of a successful project. Everyone was making cute promises of new meetings and new ideas to put into practice. The overall effervescence of some wine and excitement was intoxicating.
You were sitting next to the only other girl from the big team and one of your coworker, being guarded and trying to interact as least as possible. It wasn’t that you didn’t like them, but it was a giving you a lot of anxiety being in a group, trying to throw in some ideas in the discussion. Being around some many passionate people about their field was a bit overwhelming. You were quite good at what you were doing, and you enjoyed it but it seemed like never enough to get on into this talks. Following all the ideas of all the people at the table was getting exhausting.
At the right moment you get a message from your boss asking you for some documents as urgent as possible. You’re getting so caught up into finding what he asks that you don’t even hear that someone asked you a question. But you heard silence, some laughter and raised your head from the phone to look around. Of course half of the people are looking at you, your coworker Hoseok comes at your rescue, making a small joke about the fault in being a workaholic and repeating the question for you.
“How it is to work in a project just with men?” You’re looking to your left for the other girl and she is nowhere to be seen.
“Where is Sara?” you ask.
“I think she went for a smoke” another guy at the table answers.
“Hmm. Fine, I guess. We delivered what we had to deliver, so great.” you answer and want to go back to your business. The idea for a distraction for them appears “You could ask my coworkers how was for them, because they mostly work in teams mostly formed by women, being more old in the company, I’m sure they have better insights on that. Guys?! you inquire and as soon as the conversation gets lively again you get to your phone, sipping on the water with lemon you had on the table.
As it gets noisier you get up to find a place a bit less agitated for you to focus. You know this place quite well so you identify quickly your spot, next to a staircase with a comfy chair and take a sit. But it doesn’t take long until you get interrupted again. This time by one of the members from another country.
"Hei! What you doing down there?”
“I just need to solve some things urgently and I can’t find this thing.” you answer as politely as possible, because this was Yoongi. He was one of the first people you worked with outside your company. He was really nice, always helpful and seemed like a good person. And you wanted to be nice to him.
“How are you?” you ask seeing him still there, not quite ready to leave.
“Good. I really like this city, and the food is great.”
“Yeah, it has his qualities.” you didn’t like your city, but you tried your best not to show that.
As you started getting more pings from your boss, you feel the need to hurry and ask Yoongi if he needs anything.
“I was looking for the toilet actually.”
“Aah. I see. Well, it’s right ahead, then you do a left next to the bar and then right and then you’ll see the doors.” you answer looking at Yoongi, seeing him now better, red in the cheeks, glassy eyes and leaning against the wall. He was a bit too drunk, and you chuckle to yourself at this tall, dizzy guy, looking for the bathroom.
You get up and start walking towards the restrooms. “Come after me.” you say with your eyes still glued to your phone. He follows and enters the room after saying a shy thank you. With your eyes still looking for the files, you walk slowly towards your comfy hidden chair. But after a few minutes, Yoongi’s back and seems a bit more fresh, with some droplets hanging at the ends of his hair, probably splashed some water on his face.
“Thank you, you’re really good at giving direction. You could be a great guide.” says he and then slowly goes back to the other people.
You wonder what is it with these people and their weird statements, but get over this thought quickly as you found the files you were looking for. You send them and dread the moment because now you have to get back to the table with the others.
As you get closer, you notice Yoongi took the seat next to your now empty one and you think to yourself that this should definitely get into some conversation, you have no escape at this point. Somehow, you don’t despise the thought. You appreciated him, even though you have never seen each other until this week. You always talked through the phone, e-mails or online calls. Now you could also appreciate how handsome he looked, but you needed to stay as professional as you could and as you should.
You take your sit, trying to get into some small talk with the girl next to you, starting with complimenting her hair. You don’t really know Sara, and try to ask some question to keep the conversation going. How did she start working with her team, what did she study, how the week felt like for her. The conversation runs smooth and you praise yourself for that.
After some time you feel a poke on your shoulder, and turn around not realising until now that you’ve almost turned with your back towards the people on your right. And you see Yoongi asking for the bottle of sparkling wine next to you.
“You’re sure you want this? Maybe this?” pushing some water towards him.
He takes the water, pours some in his glass and some in your glass. Then asking again for the wine. You comply giving him the wine, and he firstly pours in your wine glass that still had some on the bottom, then going for his glass, followed by Hoseok glass. He asks the girl next to you if she wants some and pours the rest of the bottle into her glass.
At this point you expect some kind of toast, it seems like he has something on his mind to say. He raises his glass, demanding the others to follow in his movement and says: “This city is amazing, I like it so much and I am impressed by all the good work you people have put in.” then he looks at you briefly “I want to see more of it. Towards more interesting projects and new friends. Cheers!” finishing the short toast with the clinks of the glasses.
You don’t know why, but you felt some goosebumps when Yoongi looked at you. But this means nothing, he will go back to his country, his life and you should get your mind out of the scenarios that start forming in your head.
As time passes, you start getting more immersed in the conversation you had with the people at the table, especially with Yoongi, realising you have so many interests in common. You feel more comfortable now and the wine definitely made it a bit easier to get through the night. Hoseok turns his head towards you asking if you’re going to stay any longer, because he wants to get home. You shake your head, looking at the time and seeing it was past 11 pm. You turn your head to Yoongi with inquiring eyes. He looks at you a bit lost, but answers after sighing, that he is ready to leave.
The three of you got up, said your see you tomorrows and goodbyes, and headed towards the exit. You feel the dizziness from the alcohol getting stronger, but the cold autumn air makes it a bit easier.
“I think I’ll walk for a bit before calling for a taxi.”
Hoseok already called his taxi and tries to convince you to call quickly for one because it’s late, you have work tomorrow and so on. He is a good friend, but sometimes he is too much of a control freak. So you say “I’ll just walk Yoongi to his hotel and then get it from there.” knowing it will be a ten minute walk, enough for you the feel better. Hoseok seems pleased with your solution, and Yoongi is looking stoic without saying anything.
“Only if that’s alright with you, Yoongi!”
“Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Of course it is!” says him as fast as possible.
Both of you walk in silence. You enjoy the cold breeze of the night and the rustling of leaves from the nearby trees and it feels quite peaceful. You hear a chuckle and look up towards Yoongi.
“What’s funny?”
“How are you walking so fast? I was told I walk fast, but I feel I am putting some effort to keep up with you.” Yoongi answers with another chuckle at the end.
“Ah, sorry! I think it’s the wine for my speed and probably for you being a little more slow than the usual.”
“Haha, maybe.” followed by a long hmmm from him. You wonder what that sound was supposed to mean. “What was that?”
“What was what?”
“That hmmmm?!”
“Aaaah. I think I make this sound involuntarily when I’m thinking.”
“Hmmm, I see. Hmmmmmm.” You slightly mock the sound he made.
“Want to know what I am thinking about?”
You feel a trap, but you answer with “sure” anyways.
“I’m thinking…” he takes a moment before continuing “we definitely need to drink more water.”
You agree, and as you see the hotel getting closer you get your phone and type in your address, ready to call for an uber. As you reach the hotel, you panic a little bit as no uber accepts your order. Yoongi stops next to you and asks if everything is alright.
“Yeah, but I think it takes a bit longer to get an uber at this hour.”
“Hmm. I’ll wait with you then.”
“Don’t worry, Yoongi. We have a long day tomorrow, I’ll be fine. I’m sure someone will accept eventually.”
“Don’t say nonsense, I can’t leave you by yourself. I would actually suggest to get into to lobby, drink something until your ride arrives.”
You don’t argue with that and feel a bit softer on the inside hearing that from him. You wonder why did you expect him to be less friendly. So you get inside, ask for some water at the still open bar and sit with Yoongi, talking about some of the countries he visited, and checking from time to time your phone.
15 minutes later a driver finally accepts your order, he is 3 minutes away. You let Yoongi know, and stand up, grabbing your bag. He follows you towards the exit and as you sit next to each other, he puts a hand on your shoulder, leaving it there for a bit too long, but you think about all the alcohol that was in his organism and try to not pay it attention. But the next thing surprises you, as the car stops in front of you, Yoongi closes the distance between you two with a small kiss on your cheek. “See you tomorrow! Yeah?”
“Mhm. See you tomorrow!” and you rush to the car. Was that something? It couldn’t be. Your heart beats fast as you make comfortable in your sit. Maybe that’s how he is with other people, friendly, french people always kiss each other on both cheeks when meeting. You try your best for the next 20 minutes to bring some sense to yourself and stop building expectations. As you get into your apartment, you check your phone one more time, and you have 3 new messages. One from Hoseok, one from your sister and one from Yoongi. All of them asking the same thing: “Have you arrived home?” you quickly send a Yes to all of them, and place your phone down trying to stop thinking about Yoongi.
“Shower and water, now.” you say to yourself focusing on the moment.
The next morning brings a new sense of relief as it would have been the last day of work activities. Most important it will be just half of day, the rest being for the other people to visit your city on their own before leaving.
You get ready, read some e-mails on your way towards your first stop of the day, the coffee shop. This day required your favourite beverage, Iced Americano, before meeting with the others. After sipping the cold drink, you feel more ready to tackle this day, more prepared to block any Yoongi related thoughts.
At the office, everyone seemed to have the same need for coffee as you, as you found almost all of them around the coffee machine. Good thinking in getting your drink from another place. You greet everyone and try to wiggle your way to your place in the meeting room through the crowd. Not even placing your stuff on the table, you hear Hoseok asking you:
“It’s october, I can’t believe you bought an Iced Americano again. How could you drink that even now?”
“Hoseok, I already told you. This Iced Americano is the only coffee that I enjoy, so leave me alone and drink your bitter double espresso.” You say in a jokingly manner, not realising Yoongi was behind you.
“Where did you get that?” he asks.
Startled, you give your answer, telling him about the coffee shop 10 minutes away from there. He looks at his watch and groans as you were supposed to start in just a few minutes the meeting. Yoongi takes the sit next to you and turns to face you: “Could you give me just one sip, I really don’t like this coffee.” whispers he pointing to the small cup in front of him.
You take your place and confused at his request you push your cold cup towards him. As he takes it from your hand, his fingers brush slightly over yours which brings some goosebumps up your arms. As fast as possible you start pulling out your stuff from your bag, looking down on your notebooks, sure that your cheeks were more rosy than the usual.
Yoongi groans a little after tasting the coffee “This is so good! You need to show me this place, Y/N?”
“I know, they have the best coffee. I’ll give you the address later if you want to get one in our break.”
He answers just with a mumble that you don’t understand, getting another sip before giving your drink back.
For the next two hours of the workshop, Yoongi keeps on brushing in unintentional ways his arm against yours. You try to move yourself to give him more space to move when he explains his ideas, but somehow, each time he requires more space. By the end of the meeting you realise that you closed the distance between your chair and the empty one on your left. You sigh and think that these touchy people will drive you nuts one day. You don’t enjoy being touched, you could even say you despised it. Not really, you like hugs from your favourite people and even cuddling. But with people close to you, not everyone. And this thing with Yoongi, it just fuels something that shouldn’t be fueled.
The coffee break starts, you grab what is left of your iced drink and go to grab a mini croissant looking at the other people talking, forming small groups. You see Hoseok, Yoongi and other two people talking, and notice how Yoongi kind of retreats each time one of the other guys tries to touch him on his arm. You chuckle to yourself and wonder if he realises that he did the same to you. Your thoughts are interrupted by Hoseok who makes a gesture to join them. As you reach them he grabs your hand, telling the others how you don’t like being touched by people, only if you know them for some time.
Once again you wonder what is with all these strange conversations these people have. You care a lot about Hoseok, but sometimes you want to punch him because making people aware of your quirks it’s not on his employee responsibilities. But you knew him for such a long time, him actually being the one who recommended you for an interview at your actual company, so… you had enough time to get used to him.
“I am the same.” answers Yoongi and it surprises you and start thinking if you should deconspire him or not. You decide not, but comment “Well, some people are more used to this and others are not. I think it’s related a bit if you are in a relationship or not. If you’ve been in a relationship for a long time, it’s probably more comfortable to be so touchy.” You look at Hoseok, him being the first example for your statement. He nods and continues the talk, giving it a new twist. You’ve been always impressed with his way of making the conversation go into the whatever direction he wanted.
In your mind though, the thing Yoongi said about not liking being touched took a sit. The internal debate starting. He was so touchy, but he doesn’t like being touched. Probably just lied, you think to yourself.
The rest of the programme passes smoothly, and at the end of it Hoseok asks how long everyone is going to be in the city. Most of them answer that they’ll be leaving in a few hours or tonight.
“What about you, Yoongi?” Hoseok asks seeing he was the only one not answering.
“Actually, I’ll be staying for a few more days to visit. If you have recommendation or want to plan anything, let me know.”
“Oh, cool. For sure we’ll plan something, I promised to show you to that Korean bbq place.”
You follow the exchange in silence, until you hear your name called by Hoseok once again. “Y/N, let’s organise with our team to see who would want to get together these days.”
Nodding, you sigh at another event you need to be in charge of. It might be something informal, but you’re so tired of so much socialisation. You just want a cozy night, some music and silence.
Maybe Yoongi felt your resentment that he announces that it could be the smaller team, no need in putting any effort into it. You look at him, smiling, grateful for his suggestion.
After all the other details have been discussed and all being done, almost all the guests left. You gather your notebook and laptop, getting ready to leave to your desk. By the door there is a small group of people still talking, as you pass by them you feel your elbow softly grabbed by someone, expecting to be Hoseok, you put your bored face: “What is it?”
“Hmmm.”
Before you get to turn to look at him, you realise by the sound that is Yoongi, but the feeling stays the same.
“I was wondering if you could show me that coffee shop, maybe eat something there if they have any food?” asks him. You were hungry and the rumble in your stomach definitely approves his idea at the thought of those tasty sandwiches.
Your other coworkers get behind him: “What a great idea, Yoongi! We need to get some food, we’re so hungry.”
You follow the group who comes with new ideas for where to get lunch, finally deciding on another place.
“Hmmmm. Still, I think I want to get to that coffee shop. What about you Y/N?” “Yeah. I was kind of set on a sandwich from there and another coffee is more than welcome.” you answer.
“Alright, then we’ll meet back at the office. Yoongi, you’re free to come also, if you don’t have any other plans yet.” says one in the group.
“Thanks, I’ll think about it.”
Now, with just the two of you, the conversation flows smoothly, with Yoongi asking about what he should visit next, where should he eat and what other activities you recommend until you reach the coffee shop.
He orders first “Two iced americano and two sandwiches!”
“Hei, I can order on my own.” you pout.
“Well, I drank at least half of your morning coffee, so at least let me get that for you.”
You try to convince him that isn’t necessary, but he does not listen. Eventually, you give up, getting your food and drink and placing them on the small table next to the window. Yoongi follows you, sitting next to you.
“Why don’t you sit in front of me? It’s more space…” you ask, at which he just shrugs not bothering to answer and taking a bite.
“You were right Y/N, this place has great sandwiches and the best iced americano I’ve drank in this city.
You wonder "Have you been here before, in our city, I mean?” "Yeah, a few times.“
"Then why ask for places to visit. There not that much to see here.”
“Hmmm.” again that hmm, which you need to recognise, you were getting quite addicted to it.
“I wanted to hear about the places you like, so… yeah.” follows Yoongi looking into your eyes. Your heart skips a beat and your cheeks are definitely red. Not knowing what to answer, you mumble a yeah and sip from your coffee.
Almost done with your meal you ask: “So Yoongi, you’re coming to the office after we finish here?”
“You want me to come?” you almost choke at his come at his question, wondering if you’re insane or if he is indeed in a flirty mood. You feel the need to step back a bit and tell him that is his choice, not yours.
“Alright, but I’ll see you this evening. We are meeting at that restaurant Hoseok was telling us about. Yeah?”
“I’ll think about it, I still need to catch up with some work.”
“Hmmm. Y/N…. ” mumbles he disapproving.
“Alright, alright. Let’s get going now and I’ll think about it.”
He pulls a large smile, and slightly nudges you with his shoulder. “Good.”
The day passes fast, still wondering if you should meet with the other for dinner. Noticing your excitement to meet Yoongi, you wonder if that’s a good thing or not. He is just a friendly person, and the attention he’s giving you makes you overthink this situation. But by the end of the work day, Hoseok and the others just assume you’re coming, taking you with them and it’s too late to back off now.
Arriving at the restaurant, Yoongi was already waiting for all of you sited at a table of six. Why does he look even more handsome and at the same time cute in this dimmed light. You place yourself strategically on the diagonal side of him so you could focus more on your discussion started with your friends from the office. This dinner not being a project meeting, your favourite coworkers could join. You are feeling more comfortable in this environment, with people you knew for a long time, so you laugh, and you drink, bottling up the small crush that was unfolding in the afternoon. But from time to time you throw a glance at Yoongi, and all you could think is how adorable he looks laughing and enjoying himself.
Around 9 pm you decide it’s time to wrap up and go home, this was wholesome and fun, but tomorrow is Friday, another work day. You announce the others and grab your bag to leave, taking a last look at Yoongi, knowing you might not see him in person for a while.
“I’m really glad you came after all, Y/N!” said Yoongi as he gets up to give you a hug.
“Me too, Yoongi! Enjoy your stay here and have a safe trip.” he squeezes you once more before letting you leave.
Why do even his hugs feel great, you think to yourself while getting into the uber.
Your phone pings noticing you got a message, it’s Hoseok. The text is stupid, just a line of question marks and you think he might had a drink or two too much and ignore him for now. But five pings later you check the chat again to see what does he want.
Hoseokeeee: ????????? It’s something going on? You and Yoongi? What is going on? Y/N? ????????
You: ???????????? What are you even saying????
Hoseokeeee: The hug????
You: What about it? He was just saying goodbye?!
Hoseokeeee: Y/N????? I know him for more than 3 years. He never hugs anyone, he barely shakes hands with us
You: ????? whaaaat??? Maybe he just felt friendly tonight, will probably hug you too
Hoseokeeee: We left! NOOO HUUUG he did gave us a handshake, but yet I am really suspicious! (detective emoji)
You: Ok. Maybe if you didn’t leave all at the same time, he would have hugged you
Hoseokeeee: I don’t want him to hug me
You: Yeah, sure (heart emoji) But honestly, don’t overthink it. Nothing it’s going on
Now you are the one who overthinks it. Is something really going on?
Barely getting any sleep, the morning arrives and you’re tired and groggy and in desperate need of coffee. A large Iced Americano for you today.
At the office you are glad everyone seems to be on occupied with their own business, not even Hoseok tries to open the last night discussion, not even at lunch. At least there’s that, and you think to yourself that everything is fine and nothing is going on actually. But the universe has a funny way of blowing up your life conclusion, as a message from Yoongi appears on your screen.
Min Yoongi: Hi! Tonight there’s a opening of this gallery, and has some paintings by O'Keeffe exposed. Would you like to go?
First you wonder how did he recall about O'Keeffe, you don’t even remember mentioning this artists name ever. Second you panic and your mind runs at full speed. Thirdly you wonder if he invited other people and you glance at Hoseok’s desks.
You breath in, get up and go to your friend, your always and forever adviser in this matters. You don’t say anything, but show him the message. He looks confused at you, then checks his phone, refreshing the chat app.
He gets up and you take his place. “Hoseok, what is going on?!”
“You tell me Y/N?!”
“Does it seem I know. You two are friends, I am just the new confused girl. Did he ever told you anything? Please, think carefully.”
“Well, it was this time… but no, I don’t think it’s related. Or that time…” he keeps mumbling things like that until it annoys you.
“Hoseok!!!!” It gets him out of the memory digging. “I don’t even know what to answer.”
“If you ask me, it’s just a gallery visit. It’s not anything to worry about, maybe he just thought you would be the only interested and that’s why you’re the only one that he asked.”
“Okay, that makes me feel a little bit better.” you answer going back to your desk. “I’ll think about it then.”
Hoseok leans back in his chair, studying you carefully. “You like him, don’t you?”
You blink, caught off guard by his directness. “I… I don’t know. I mean, he’s nice and we get along, but…”
“But?” Hoseok presses gently.
“But he’s from another country, and it’s complicated,” you finish, feeling a bit flustered.
Hoseok chuckles. “Complicated is your middle name, Y/N. Look, if you want my advice, just go. Enjoy the evening. If nothing else, you get to see some great art. And if something more happens, well, you can deal with it then.”
You nod, feeling a bit more settled. “Okay, I’ll go.”
“You do that, Y/N.” said Hoseok with a grin, but try to not pry into that. Hoseok was always a step ahead of you, having the overview of every situation. So if he thinks it’s not a big deal, then probably isn’t.
You: Hi! Sure, sounds nice. Meet you there at 8?
Min Yoongi: Awesome!
Your focus for the day was gone, your mind going at full speed about your outfit, hair and make up, how to get to the gallery and counting the minutes until the end of the work day. You felt excited, the only thing that kept you relatively grounded were Hoseok’s words: “Don’t overthink it.” You opt for a black simple yet elegant outfit, something that strikes the right balance between professional and casual.
Arriving at the gallery, you spot Yoongi waiting near the entrance, looking effortlessly stylish. As you approach, he greets you with a warm smile.
“Hi, Y/N. You look great.”
“Thanks, Yoongi. You too,” you reply, feeling a slight blush rise to your cheeks.
The gallery is buzzing with people, all eager to see the new exhibit. Yoongi leads you through the crowd, guiding you to the section featuring Marino’s paintings.
As you stand side by side, admiring the artwork, you find yourself relaxing and enjoying the moment. Yoongi’s presence is comforting, and the conversation flows easily as you discuss the various pieces and their interpretations.
“Thank you for inviting me,” you say after a while. “I really enjoyed this and the wine is good.”
Yoongi turns to you, his eyes softening. “I’m glad you came. I knew you’d like it.”
Baffled by his assured statement you ask: “How could you know?”
He doesn’t answer, but comes closer to you, slowly placing his hand on your waist to turn you around to face a blue and green painting. You get a bit closer to read the name, with Yoongi’s hand still on your waist.
You scrunch your nose, you like the painting, you like everything done by O'Keefe, but this is dark, complicated and being called that felt a bit weird. “How so?”
“Well, it shows passion, strength, vibrant vulnerability, all in harmony. I feel that’s you.” said Yoongi, looking ahead at the painting.
Feeling the warmth of Yoongi’s hand on your waist, you take a deep breath, absorbing his words. The painting indeed captures a depth that resonates with you. “Passion and strength”, you murmur, with your gaze fixated on the painting. “I never thought of myself that way.”
Yoongi’s eyes finally meet yours, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “Well, you are. Y/N. More than you know.”
“Thank you” you whisper, your voice barely audible above the hum of the gallery crowd. “That means a lot.”
His smile widens, eyes crinkling at the corners. “It’s just the truth.” He takes a step back, his hand slipping from your waist but leaving behind a trail of warmth. “Come on, there’s more I want to show you.”
As you walk side by side, the conversation flows naturally, each painting sparking new topics and reflections. His knowledge of art and every other subject that comes up, fascinates you. You even forgot about your thoughts about this not being a date, you really hope it is now.
Yoongi leads you to a quieter corner a small table is set up with some desserts and more wine. Grabs two glasses, giving one to you with a soft smile on his face. “Have you ever been on this building rooftop?”
“Yeah, a long time ago. Have you?” and he shakes his head. He takes your hand, leading you through the crowd and corridors until you reach a staircase that leads up to the roof.
The night air is cool and refreshing as you step out onto the rooftop. The city sprawls out before you, lights looking mesmerizing. You walk to the edge, letting this moment bring a sense of peace to you.
“It’s beautiful.” he says softly, his hand brushing against yours.
“It is, and the company makes it even better.” you turn to look at him and notice a tenderness in his eyes that makes your heart beat fast.
He places a hand on your shoulder, bringing you closer to him. You raise a bit on your heels, but you stumble as someone yells in the distance that you’re not allowed on the rooftop. You laugh and place a hand on Yoongi’s chest. “You heard him, we need to leave.”
As you step back into the gallery, both of you laugh about the interruption. The energy from earlier dissipated. You and Yoongi share a comfortable silence as you make your way through the nearly empty space. “Looks like we’re some of the last ones here.”
“Hmmm. It’s been so nice. Thank you for joining me.” mentions Yoongi as both of you step out of the building.
“Thank you for inviting me. I had a great time.” You smile, feeling warmth engulfing you once again this night.
Yoongi hesitates for a moment “I don’t want this night to end, but it’s late and I don’t want to ruin your sleep more as it’s already 2 pm. But can I see you tomorrow too?”
Your heart skips a beat at his words and a big smile crosses your face. “I’d like that.”
He waits with you until your ride home arrives. When he sees the car pulling in front of you, he leans in and gives you a gentle kiss on the cheek. He closes the door of the car behind you, waving as he watches it departing. You watch him until he’s out of sight, your heart still racing.
The next morning you wake up with a sense of anticipation and excitement. It doesn’t take long as a sense of reality crashes over you, realising what are you actually doing. He is someone you work with, he leaves in a few days. The best you could figure it out is seeing each other a few times a year. Everything feels kind of hopeless. As you go on with your morning, this feeling doesn’t disappear whatever spin you try on the matter. You even try to think about what would Hoseok would say. Probably “Don’t complicate it and don’t overthink it.” It was a bit too late for that.
Last night was so amazing, it felt so good, you felt so connected to him, so interesting and appreciated. But now, the practicalities loom large, casting a shadow over the happiness.
Your phones pings and the screen lights up. Min Yoongi: Good morning. Want to grab lunch together later?
You: Yeah
Min Yoongi: Awesome!
You: There’s a nice place in the city center. I’m sending you the address.
Min Yoongi: Great! See you there.
You don’t text back, still with some remnants of anxiety. You decide to let it happen, not think about the future and to enjoy as much as you can this moment the universe placed in front of you.
Another ping on the phone follows.
Min Yoongi: Can’t wait to see you again. (star emoji)
Why is he so cute, you sigh and smile, sending back the same text.
You hide your doubts, and cover them with a cute outfit in light colours. “You can do this, Y/N, you can do it!” you say encouraging yourself before leaving for the restaurant.
Yoongi was already there, waiting inside. His smile brightens as he sees you, welcoming you with a kiss on the cheek.
“Hey” you reply, feeling again that flutter in your chest, now more sure than ever that you are able to enjoy this.
The restaurant is charming, with a warm and inviting atmosphere. As you look over the menu together, Yoongi leans in and says: “You look amazing. Last night a black cat and now a white cat.”
You laugh at his statement, you always thought he resembled a cat with his sharp eyes. “You look great too. And I think you’re actually the cat here.”
He chuckles at your response.
As you order your food, the conversation flows easily. You talk about everything and nothing, just enjoying each other’s company. Yoongi shares stories from his travels, and you tell him about your latest project at work. The doubts you had earlier seem to fade away, replaced by the warmth of the moment.
After lunch you suggest, “How about we go for walk in the park, I think there is some immersive art installation in the nearby one.” He agrees, seeming excited about the idea. The walk through the park is pleasant and as you reach the art installation you both start to fool around, feeling like children.
The first one you try is this huge piano that you can walk on. You jump first on it trying to play Twinkle Twinkle Little star, being the only song you know the key notes too. Yoongi follows you trying to help you with your song, but ends up crashing into you. You try to gain your balance, but he has other plans wrapping his arms around you before he falls.
“Yoongi, what are you doing?”
“What were you trying to play?”
“Twinkle Twinkle”
“That was definitely not it” he laughs brushing your hair of your face as you try to get up. You extend an arm to help him up too, he grabs it and doesn’t let go, having you follow him in his steps trying to play the correct version of the song.
“Is this what were you trying to play, Y/N?” you nod, following his steps carefully.
“Now I know how to properly play this” you laugh as Yoongi pulls you into a side hug, leading you to check the other installations.
You find an installation that is called Dark Matter, and described as dark room, with meticulously composed soundtracks, fusing with gleaming shapes and colours. “This might take a while, but would you like to try it?” you ask Yoongi.
Both of you find seats in the dimly lit first room. It’s pitch dark, and you can’t see anyone else, but the rustling of clothes and whispers around you assure you that you’re not alone. The anticipation builds as the music starts, and the play of lights begins to dance around the room. You’re immediately drawn into the immersive experience, completely forgetting everything else around you.
Amidst the sensory overload of sound and light, you suddenly feel a gentle movement on your pinky finger. It’s Yoongi’s finger, lightly playing with yours in a tender gesture. He then wraps his finger around yours, intertwining them gently. Your heart starts beating fast at the small gesture and you stay like this until the end of the show.
Stepping outside the building you notice that the night was closing in, typical for mid autumn when the sun sets earlier. You take a look at Yoongi and hear his thinking sound “Hmmmm. I think I know how to solve our problem from yesterday.”
“What problem?”
“The rooftop problem. There’s a bar nearby on a rooftop, great atmosphere. Want to go there?”
“Sure, lead the way. You’re quite the local. You know that?”
Yoongi laughs. “Not really, but I know some good places around.” He gently takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, making you blush at his newfound assertiveness over the past few hours. As you walk through the busy streets, Yoongi’s hand in yours feels warm and reassuring. You contemplate how in his presence, everything seems to slow down and becomes more manageable. You steal glances at him from time to time, admiring his calm demeanor contrasting with the urban chaos around. Finally, you arrive at the bar. The entrance is tucked away in a quieter corner, yet the rooftop promises a good view. Yoongi lets you first climb the stairs, following closely behind. As you reach the top, you take a sit at a table next to the edge, giving you the best view. Mesmerized by the view, you affirm it “The view is amazing.”
“I thought you’d enjoy it” Yoongi replies, a soft smile playing on his lips as he pulls out a chair for you. “What would you like to drink?”
“I think I might need something different than wine” you ponder. The waiter comes before you could decide so you let Yoongi order first, he gets some red wine.
“I see you have Hibiki, could I get some with a large ice cube?” this drink always made you feel a more confident in yourself and sweeps away a big part of your insecurities.
Yoongi looks at you with big eyes and a huge grin on his face, which makes you feel self-conscious about your drink choice. You recall how people often comment or poke fun at your preference, and now you feel the need fort that drink more than ever. You look at the city unraveling before your eyes to clear your head, letting some silence sit between you and Yoongi.
As the drinks arrive, you feel a surge of enthusiasm as you take your first sip. The fiery warmth of the liquied plays with the coolness of the ice, creating a unique sensation that you like. For you it’s not so much about the taste as it is about that intriguing combination. Feeling satisfied with your drink and the courage it brought, you glance at Yoongi. He still gazes at you with those dark wide eyes, prompting you to say “Go ahead, you can judge me all you want, but I enjoy what I enjoy.”
“I’m not judging you, I liked your choice.” takes a sip of his wine, licking his lips. “Can I have a taste?”
“Sure” you push your glass towards him. He moves his chair closer to yours and settles down, placing his hand over yours, which is still wrapped around the cold glass. “Can I have a taste” he asks again, now a bit more clear, looking into your eyes and then down to your lips.
You feel flustered, goosebumps rising all over your body. Raising the glass to your lips, you try to mantain eye contact as you take another sip, letting the liquid slide down your throat. Everything seems to move in slow motion.
Setting your glass down, you feel Yoongi closing the distance between you. He hovers with his lips just above yours for a moment before pressing them gently against yours. The kiss is slow and tender, sending a wave of warmth through your body. His hand reaches your neck as he deepens the kiss. Your hand goes up to caress his face as you give access to his tongue to explore the inside of your mouth. It gets more passionate by the second, with the other hand of Yoongi going to your hip, making you slip a moan into his mouth. Getting a low groan out of him. You slowly start to feel out of air and as much as you don’t want to, you interrupt the kiss.
Refiling your lungs with air, you look at Yoongi who appears still focused on your lips. Bringing his hand up your neck, you let his thumb gently play with your bottom lip. “Tasty”
You chuckle at his assessment, giving him another taste. This time, the kiss is more eager, both of you, trying to get as much as you can out of each other.
“I’ve wanted to do that, since I first saw you on Monday, you know?!”
Completely shocked by his words, you pull back slightly. “Don’t look at me like that.” he continues “I’ve been flirting with you for months, but you’ve been so dismissive that I thought it was a lost cause. Until I saw you in person. After talking with Hoseok about you, giving me some insights, I knew I had to keep trying. I am convinced now it was a good decision…”
“Wait, wait. What do you mean months? What about Hoseok? What are you even saying now?” you stop him from his rambling to bring you some clarity.
Yoongi takes a deep breath, rubbing his thumb over your hand gently. “We’ve been working together online for a while, and I’ve always admired you from a distance. I tried to drop hints, little comments here and there, but you never seemed to notice.”
“What about Hoseok?”
“He and I talked about it, and he encouraged me to be more direct. He mentioned that you tend to not notice when someone likes you. He thought we’d be a good match.”
You blink in surprise, processing his words. “Hoseok said that?”
“Yeah,” Yoongi nods. “He said you were amazing and worth the effort. So, when this trip came up, I saw it as my chance.”
In your mind all the mixed messages that Hoseok gave you regarding Yoongi started to make sense. He wanted to push you to try this thing, but not be too direct because he knew you’d get scared and run from it.
A mix of emotions swirls within you “I had no idea.”
Yoongi smiles, and his eyes do too. “Well, now you do.” He cups your face with both his hands placing a loud kiss on your lips.
The evening goes on, filled with laughter and tender moments. You both share stories of Yoongi’s past attempts at flirting. He recalls a particular video call where he complimented your hairstyle, only for you to brush it off.
“Not going to lie, I was so frustrated,” he admits, laughing. “ I thought I was so obvious.”
“Well, I guess I’m just oblivious,” you reply. “I’m glad you didn’t give up.”
As the night goes on, the atmosphere becomes more intimate. You find yourselves sitting closer, holding hands, and stealing kisses between sips of your drinks. Yoongi leans in to whisper something in your ear, and his breath sends shivers down your spine.
“Do you remember the first project we worked on together?” he asks.
“Yeah, you were so serious and focused.” you reply.
“And you were so passionate and creative,” he says, his voice soft. “I knew then that I wanted to get to know you better.”
After finishing your drinks, Yoongi suggests taking a walk. The night is cool, and the streets are quiet now, creating a nice atmosphere. As you reach his hotel, he says between kisses, “I want to see where this can go.”
You look up at him, your heart racing, “Agree.”
He smiles, leaning down to kiss you one more time before calling an uber for you. This kiss is slow and sweet. As a driver accepts your ride, being a few minutes away, Yoongi places a soft kiss on your forehead, whispering “Goodnight”
“Goodnight” you answer walking towards the spot where the car should arrive, with your eyes still on Yoongi. He starts walking towards the hotel entrance. In that moment something clicks inside you and press cancel on the ride, striding behind Yoongi.
“Wait”, you call out, your voice trembling with nervousness.
He turns around, surprise and hope flickering in his eyes. “Y/N?”
You catch up to him, “I don’t want to say goodnight just yet. Can I come up with you?”
Yoongi’s smile broadens, and he takes your hand, intertwining your fingers. “I’d like that very much.”
Together, you enter the hotel and make your way to his room. The elevator ride is filled with charged silence, both of you stealing glances at each other. When you reach his floor, Yoongi leads you down the hallway to his room. Once inside, you explore his room, passing through straight to the window. His room was situated on the topmost floor of the hotel, you knew it had to be a good view from up there. And you were right, the view was breathtaking presenting the city skyline twinkling under the night sky.
You notice the strategically placed couch in front of the large window, casting a gentle glow from the city lights. “Almost everywhere you took me this week, had a great view of this city that you might not know, I don’t quite like. Was this planned?” you ask playfully, turning to Yoongi.
“No plan. I just enjoy a good view and I had a hunch you would do too.” he replies casually, moving towards a small bar and pouring some sparkling wine “Feeling festive?”
You laugh, feeling at ease as you take a seat on the couch and wait for Yoongi to join you. The room is dimly lit as he settles next to you, handing you the glass. “From this spot you can see the Orion constellation, it’s a bit cloudy, but you can identify the stars and connect them.”
You smile, watching Yoongi’s eyes fixated on the nightsky, makes you feel warm inside. Leaning in, you place a small kiss on the corner of his lips, catching him by surprise. He gaze shifts from the stars to you. Without hesitation, he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Both of you place your glasses on the small table in front of you. He gently caresses your chin, raising it just slightly towards his. You feel you could get lost into his dark eyes. Yoongi’s lips brush against yours in a gentle, exploratory kiss, sending small electric waves in your body.
Wrapped in each other’s embrace, you deepen the kiss. Drunk on his touches, you get more courageous, exploring with your hands as much as you could. And he does the same, caressing your waist, while he peppers small kisses on your jaw, going down your neck. You let out a small moan when he bites into your collarbone. Seems like he enjoyed the sound you made, biting the spot again harder this time. "Ah, Yoongi.“ The sound snaps something in Yoongi, making him grab and move you to sit on top of him. "I love when you moan my name like that.” not leaving time for you to answer kissing your lips eagerly. His hands slowly pull your shirt to sneak beneath it, to touch your skin. A shiver runs down your back feeling his big hand holding you so close to him. His hand guides you to sit more comfortably in his lap and too properly feel how hard he is through your clothes. Another moan gets out of you at the sensation. Hearing him chuckle, you pull at his hair, putting some distance between you two. Allowing yourself for a moment to gain control of the situation, to kiss his jaw and lick at his neck, but it doesn’t take long. His fingers start unbuttoning your shirt, getting quickly rid of it. His lips tracing lines along your chest and above your lacy bra.
Feeling on clouds with all the sensations Yoongi brings, you roll your hips onto his to get more out of him. You adore how his voice vibrates on your skin at his small moans and groans.
With a swift movement, he turns both of you around so he could be on top of you. You wonder how can he be so gentle and strong at the same time in his touches.
Before he can go back at licking and sucking on your skin, you try to pull his shirt over. He takes it off fast, allowing you to finally see him. His skins looks so pretty in the dimmed lights, and you can’t stop to run your fingers on it, mesmerized by the view.
His attention goes back to your lips, kissing you with such fervor, leaving you breathless. His hand travels down, starting to unbutton your pants. Gaining access, his fingers starts rubbing over your clothed pussy. “You’re so wet.” he whispers against your lips. “I want to taste you, will you allow me?”
Nodding in approval, too afraid your voice will crack, you wonder how this soft person could be so assertive in this moment. But you can’t ponder too much as his lips starts licking at your chest, then going lower. He pulls your pants and panties down in one movement, looking lustfully in your eyes. Without any hesitation he bites onto your thigh, licking and kissing the spot immediately after. Choosing several points to do the same thing, transforming you into jelly under his touches. Finally reaching your pussy, it slowly licks at first, but as your moans get more frequent and louder, he becomes more fast in his treatment.
Once again you find yourself moved by him, bringing your ass the edge of the couch, your back against the backrest. He kneels before you, rubbing your entrance with his fingers then bringing them to your lips to suck on them. “ I want the have the best view when I look up from this beautiful pussy.”
The sudden confession brings heat to your cheeks, bringing your hands to cover them. Yoongi groans in annoyance, as he pushes his first finger inside you, making you throw your head back at the sensation, forgetting everything about shame.
As he pushes another finger, you moan his name “Yoongi, fuck”, and in your desperate need to ground yourself you run your fingers through his dark locks, holding onto them. Yoongi seems pleased, moaning into your cont, sending the vibrations through your whole core.
He spends the following minutes sucking your clit, alternating with biting it softly and with his fingers wrecking your hole. Your hips lift higher and higher to give him the best access, your moans getting louder until you finally come in his mouth, closing your thighs around his head. But it seems Yoongi doesn’t mind it as he says “You’re such a good girl, coming all over my face.”
You’re such a mess and you can’t believe how those words turned you on so bad. Slowly Yoongi gets up, sitting next to you placing soft kisses on your face as you gather your breath. “You feeling good?”
“Fuck, yeah.” you answer in between loud breaths.
He laughs at your response, pulling you into a deep kiss. “I’m feeling good too.”
After finally recovering your breath, you slowly get up, wanting to return the favor, going for his pants, unzipping them. But Yoongi allows you just to undress him, before grabbing you into his arms and lifting you up. He places you gently over the soft covers of the bed, then disappears for a second, coming back with a condom in his hand.
“But I want to taste you, Yoongi” you pout, getting another laugh from him. “Not now, you don’t want to upset me. Don’t you?”
His demeanor in this situation makes you feel so hot on the inside, that you can’t contradict anything he says. “Of course not.”
“Then be a good girl and spread it for me”
You follow his instruction ready to feel his length inside you.
He pulls you closer to him, pressing his fingers hard into the skin of your ass, making your back arch at the sensation. Bringing your chest back into his attention he places soft kisses on them, before getting one of your buds into his mouth, sucking it.
You feel him pressing the tip inside, not realising until now how big he was. You wince a bit at the discomfort. He pushes in slowly. “Fuck, you’re so tight”
“You’re so big” you barely breath out the words.
He places soft kisses on your neck until you feel him completely inside you. Letting you get accustomed for a minute. You feel yourself pulsating around him, and wrap your arms around his neck. He places a gentle kiss on your forehead, before starting to move. It feels so good, despite the slight discomfort. But the pain dissipates, replaced by the pleasure. As he starts moving a little faster, you find his lips to signal you’re feeling good.
That is all he needs before he thrusts deep, shaking you to your core. Your loud moan is followed by another deep thrust into you, and another, and another, and another until it becomes a rhythm of fucking you relentlessly. This feels so much better than everything you have experienced until now. Your mind goes blank, being able to focus just on his movement and his hands on your waist. A stupid smile crosses your face at the overwhelming sensation.
Once again you’re being moved by him, turning both of you around so you’re sitting on him. You thought he was deep inside you until now, but you were so wrong. The need to get accustomed to his size appears again, placing a hand on his abdomen to stop him from moving. “You’re so fucking big, give me a second”.
He plays with your ass, pressing his fingers into your skin and running them along your thighs, until you feel ready to move. You go up and down his cock, feeling your boobs bounce at the movement. Yoongi is looking completely hypnotized. “Touch yourself for me, baby.”
Following his instruction, your left hand travels down from your boob to your clit, rubbing it slowly. And your right hand goes to his mouth, asking for some saliva from him. He sucks on your fingers, wrapping his tongue around them.
You pull them out just to touch your tits with them, pinching hard one of the nipples. Yoongi’s hands guide your hips in your movements, pushing his cock deep inside you, establishing an insane rhythm.
Sounds from both of you fill the air, moans, groans and whispered obscenities.
“Yoongi, I’m so close.”
“Yeah? Then be a good girl and come for me.”
Yoongi grips your hips even tighter, thrusting hard, feeling him whole. You fall onto him, unable to keep your balance anymore, giving him access to suck on your nipples. Already lost in all the pleasure waves, you shiver hard when his hand finds your clit and plays with it.
“You’re doing so good, baby” whispers into your ear and that was all you needed to come.
“Yeah” you cry out at how good all he says to you makes you feel. You start pulsating hard on his cock, feeling him coming inside with loud moans into your ear.
You take a moment to catch your breath before sliding next to him. He takes you into his arms, placing sweet kisses to your cheeks. You laugh softly, “It felt good”
He doesn’t answer but catches your lips into a kiss so deep, and possessive, hinting at how good it felt for him also.
