Min Yoongi Oneshots

Would you love me more?

'Why didn't he go for someone younger?'

'An academic?'

'What do you think they talk about together? She can't be that interesting…'

'He should be dating somebody who does music too'

'He shouldn't be dating someone older than him'

These were the comments that greeted you on your day off. You spent the day letting these comments break you down as the hours ticked on, letting them mull in your mind, insecurities filling you up and almost pouring out.

You had started an Animal Behaviour and Training course a year ago as a mature student. You met Yoongi completely by chance before that while he was walking his dog and you had expressed your love for animals. When you guys started dating he had been completely supportive of your dream to proceed life on an academic path. He never minded that you didn't have a musical career, and he never minded that you were older than him—those were never a problem.

But obviously not everyone approved of this. Of course there was never going to be an instance where everyone was going to be happy. And you also knew perfectly well that there was going to be opposition with your relationship with Yoongi. But you forget how petty and delusional some people were.

And you were letting them get to you.

Why was it now that it wasn't acceptable to not be musical like your lover? Why was it now that age was a problem? People preach that love is love and knows no bounds, but the same people will hate you for being a couple of years older than the man you loved. Why?

The click of the front door opening and Holly barking excitedly had you quickly wiping an angry and despairing tear away. You had forgotten Holly's existence, he/she (idk) had been sitting in front of you waiting for attention while you were absorbed in the negative comments on your phone.

"Y/n I'm home," you heard Yoongi say and the sound of the light padding of his feet.

There was no way you could calm the puffiness around your eyes to remove the evidence of crying. And there was certainly no way you could or would lie to his face, he knew you too well.

"Y/n why aren't you greeting meeeeeee," he whined, his arms embracing your shoulders from behind the sofa, his face resting in the crook of your neck.

He frowned at your rigidity and your lack of words worried him.

"Baby, you ok?" he asked, tilting his head to look at you.

It took a second to hear your unstable breathing to know something was wrong. He silently walked round, sitting next to you and placed a gentle hand on your knee. You took a deep breath, looking down at your phone once more and allowing your lip to tremble.

"Would you love me more if I was younger?" 

Your timid voice shook Yoongi's heart. For someone who didn't usually let the outside world affect them, you sounded awfully fragile.

"What—"

"Would you love me more if I was a musician like you? If I—" you sharply took in breath, "do I even deserve you?"

His hold on your knee flinched, he didn't expect that to ever come out of your mouth and it hurt to hear it. Did you really have no idea how much you meant to him? His eyes shifted to your phone, his eyes turning dark for a moment.

"Y/n," his voice was like a gentle flowing brook, calming, "when I fell in love with you, your age was never a factor."

His words were full of truth, you knew that, but many more people opposed you.

"And are you kidding me? After my own family didn't support me in the past because I chose what I wanted to do in life, you think I'm going to do the same to you?"

You hesitantly faced him, the sight of your eyes filled with shimmery tears broke his heart.

Yoongi never usually spoke from his heart but to replace your sad expression with one of assuredness, he would.

"Y/n, you've only ever supported me and my career, it's only right that I do the same. Baby, I love you for you, do you hear me?" he asked, cupping your face. "I love when you visit me at work, it makes my day I swear." A small smile appeared on his face. "I love when you nod your head to music, the way you smile and close your eyes when you hear your favourite parts. I can't believe you don't notice me staring sometimes."

His little chuckles sent warmth through you, it was one of your favourite sounds.

"And, I love the way you wake me up by sticking your cold hands up my shirt. Even though it's annoying as hell I wouldn't want my mornings any other way."

His thumbs wiped away your fallen tears and you leaned into his touch, sighing.

"And let's not mention the way you greet Holly in the morning, it's adorable."

You chuckled, and he smiled bigger at that.

"You remember when you noticed that something wasn't right with Holly," he spoke, bringing the dog onto his lap after he ran into the room, "if we took him to the vets later it would've taken so much longer for him to recover."

Yoongi patted the dog gently, it's tail wagging furiously.

"So please y/n," he spoke again, looking back up at you, "don't ever question your worth again."

You nodded, his words dissolving any doubt. Leaning in, you pecked his lips before drying your eyes as Yoongi watched with a soft smile.

"You realise I haven't named even a portion of the things I love about you."

You laughed again, his eyes narrowing with his smile. "Okay," you spoke.

"Okay?" he raised his voice playfully, an incredulous expression on his face, erupting giggles out of you, "Looks like I'm going to have to name more things then!" he continued, Holly barking at the sudden rise in volume.

You are all frickin worth it YOU HEAR ME?!