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174. BTS Yoongi - So(rta) Helpful

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Characters: Yoongi x female reader (ft bts)

Genre/warnings: rooommate au, college au, party boys!bts, angst with a lil fluff at the end (but it's all platonic), mentions of weed, typical party cliches, probably way too much swearing, anxiety attacks

Word count: 4,809

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Summary: You think Yoongi needs to learn to stop dragging you to parties all the time. Yoongi thinks you need to get out of your depressive slump. Either way, you'll suffer for him, and he'll make anyone suffer for you.

Yoongi groaned as he walked into the living room. You didn't look up from your book, though. So, naturally, he groaned louder. You had definitely heard him the first time but you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of giving him the attention he desperately craved–as he usually did when you two were home on a Friday night with nothing to do.

Taking in a deep breath, he let out a groan so loud it could've counted as a shout. You jumped in your seat and finally turned to face a pouting Yoongi with a glare. "What the actual fuck is your problem?"

"I'm booooored." he groaned again, flopping himself down on the couch next to you.

"Nice to meet you, bored, I'm-"

"Listen, Seokjin, if you finish that sentence, I'll murder you." he threatened.

You just smirked to yourself because you knew how much he hated Jin's dad jokes, but they were something you made yourself pick up on because you knew he hated them. It was usually a surefire way to get him to stop bothering you for a while because he wanted to get away from the cringe, but here he was, still sprawled out on the cushions to your right.

"What do you propose we do, then?" you finally caved and asked the one question he wanted you to ask.

He grinned that classic gummy smile at you. "Well, Hoseok's having a party tonight, an-"

You cut him off with a loud groan of your own now, realizing you had fallen for his trap. "You fucking planned this to make me go to a party, didn't you?"

"Uh huh! And you fell for it."

"I'm kicking you out."

"This would be the...fifteenth time in the last month, correct?"

"So then why are you still here?"

Despite the fact you loved each other and would actually murder for each other, you two bickered back and forth like nobody's business. When the two of you first moved in together–you had put an ad out online for a new roommate and Yoongi was the least creepiest person to apply–he had holed himself up in his room and never really came out. You started wondering if you even had a roommate because you never saw him. But after he warmed up to you, he was always wanting your attention. He was hard on the outside but a squishy baby on the inside; he always wanted attention but never outright asked for it.

Yoongi pushed himself off of the couch and made his way back to his bedroom to get ready, calling over his shoulder, "If it makes you feel any better, I'll spend the night at Hobi's!"

"That's only because you'll be too drunk to drive home, therefore, I'll have to stay there, too!"

"Yeah, but at least I won't be in your precious apartment!"

You let out a long sigh as his door closed, deciding you might as well get ready to go. You'd only give it a half-assed attempt since you didn't even want to go, but it was better to look sort of presentable than how you looked now, right? Although, knowing you, you'd just end up hanging out with Yoongi's friends–they became your friends, too, but they were his friends first. You didn't have anyone to impress.