⁞ '✎ A reader insert story that portrays BTS members as classic love tropes in fanfiction writing.
: ̗̀➛ Namjoon as "best friends to lovers" / "college sweetheart" - COMPLETED
: ̗̀➛ Seokjin as "billionaire" / "secret identity" - COMPLETED
: ̗̀➛ Yoo...
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Yoongi had never considered himself a man who interferes with someone else's affairs without any provocation, but when he saw y/n on her date with that pathetic excuse of a man, it evoked emotions that were entirely unknown to him. The way y/n shrunk away from that man's advances nearly had Yoongi exchanging more than a few words with him. It's not common for Yoongi to think of thoughts so violent, but he's growing to understand that when it comes to y/n, anything is possible.
Ever since Monday, Yoongi has taken the time to unpack these confusing emotions that circled within him. He's been confused about a lot of things when it comes to y/n. She was like the summer heat in mid August. At first, he thought it was a pinprick of annoyance that made his skin itch. But the more time he spends around y/n, the more he's grown comfortable with y/n's sunshine disposition. Her presence was comparable to honey–overwhelmingly sweet at first, but deliciously addicting. He was beginning to welcome her honey-like warmth. Every smile she spared his way, every kind gesture she exhibited towards him, they all amounted to Yoongi developing deep rooted affection for her.
It's what led him to gamble more boldly, searching for the familiar way her face flushes red whenever he daringly toed the line between being her boss and the possibility of something more. Yoongi has never considered himself a bold man. Maybe a strict boss or possibly a stern friend, but never a man who makes a woman flush with his carefully crafted words. He simply never needed to do such things.
He found it entirely amusing to see y/n's flash with uncertainty as she tried to decipher whether or not he was simply teasing her or flirting. Yoongi couldn't say which of the two he was doing, but the reaction he got from her was enthralling to him. He reveled in every reddened blush he invoked from her or the way he could visibly see her breath stutter from his low voice. He admits it's cruel to consciously act this way, but he's never claimed to be a nice guy.
What Yoongi hadn't anticipated was leaning in to kiss y/n. It surprised him just as much as y/n to feel the soft press of her lips to his. He's far from being school-boy age, but the gesture has his heart racing, thudding loudly in his ears. For a second, Yoongi considers the act to be fueled by the encouragement of alcohol, but he knows that's not the case. He's drunk enough liquor to know his limits, and one drink is hardly "enough" for him to lose control of basic motor functions. He's put too much stock in his pride to allow baser needs get the best of him. It's why it's puzzling to Yoongi to see himself devolve to such sordid ways. He's conventionally a calm and collected person, but y/n affects him in such a way that he tosses away any restraint.
The sound of y/n gasping into Yoongi's mouth is what grounds him back into the moment. He's become extremely aware that they're not alone and in a public setting. Hints of diffidence overcome Yoongi as he clears his throat. As his gaze meets y/n's stare, questions dance behind her eyes, but it's the glossy look of awe that makes him want to lean in for another kiss. He shoves away his more baser thoughts and composes himself.
