BTS Oneshots - Taking Requests

Yoongi x Reader - Music (Comfort)

Rating - T (some language)

"You should take a break, you've been at this all day," you let out, placing the glass of water down and leaning against the side of Yoongi's desk. 

"Just a few more minutes," he half-heartedly mutters out, scribbling more lyrics down. 

"Hey," you whisper, trying to soothe him even a little. When he doesn't look up or put the pencil down, you sigh. "Hey," you say, this time louder. He finally pauses, then looks up, his eyes locking with yours.

"Five minutes. Take a drink," you motion to the water, "and talk about something other than music with me. You've been working hard for several hours now. You're starting to worry me, you haven't even said hi to the others this morning." He looks appalled at the idea of leaving his desk, but then he starts to genuinely consider it.

You and Yoongi have been friends for about a year now. You're a music artist, more specifically, a lyricist. You like to sing and perform, but you primarily focus on co-writing songs with other artists. BTS made you an offer a little over a year ago, and you and Yoongi just... clicked. He loves your lyrics, and you love his. That bond only grew from there, and you're grateful to have him as a friend. He knows that if anyone understand his desire to write: it's you.

He lets out a sigh and reluctantly lets the pencil slip out of his grasp, instead replacing the weight with the glass of water. You watch as he hesitates before taking a few sips, raising a brow at you in the process. 

"Happy?" he says, a small smile threatening to break through his lips. You chuckle and lean forward, ruffling the top of his head.

 "I'll be even happier if you stretch." He sighs, realizing that once again, you're right.

He stands, stretching his arms over his head and yawning. "You don't have to do it all by yourself, you also don't have to do it in one day." He shakes his head, "people are counting on me." 

"That doesn't mean you shouldn't eat, drink, and actually go out and do stuff during the day. You shouldn't have to sacrifice your own well-being to please others." 

He sighs, rubbing his fingers against his temple, "how do you deal with it then?"

Although shocked by his question, you quickly answer. "By realizing when to take time for myself. It's unhealthy, and quite honestly - draining. Your lyrics won't be as powerful if you're writing them on an empty stomach, locked joints, and 2 hours of sleep." He gives you a guilty look. You groan, "no sleep."

You observe him, noticing just how pale he looks; he even has bags under his eyes. "Alright, come over here." You're lucky his office has a couch, not that he ever uses it. You don't think you've ever seen him lying down on it, not even sitting to write lyrics. He's always scribbling away at his desk.

You reach your hand out, and after a moment's hesitation, he takes it. You gently guide him over to the couch and motion for him to sit. He does, and you sit next to him, sitting on your knees and turning Yoongi away from you. You soothingly rub his shoulders, sighing. "What's on your mind other than lyrics?" 

He takes a moment to answer, "performing." You roll your eyes but can't suppress your small smile. This boy and his music - it's honestly scary sometimes.

"Okay - how about something not relating to music?" He goes silent for a moment. "I haven't played Basketball in a long time." You give him a small smile despite the fact that he can't see you, "I can take you to the court sometime. Brush up on your skills." 

He chuckles, "you'd probably outperform me." You stop his shoulder massage, giving him a shocked look. After a few seconds, he tilts his head to face you and gives you a shy smile.