Neighbor heartthrob minyoongi x readers

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"oh Mr min you are here how come i didn't know about your arrival "

She then turned to you and said " y/n take him into the living room , i still have few clothes left".

You hummed  in response and asked that Mr min to "head in please " and pointed towards the direction of the door of the living room .

Looks like he's someone really close to Eomma and Appa, because it's impossible to recognize anyone that completely covered from head to toe—you can't even tell if he's human. (I know it sounds like a lot, but for an overthinker like me, it feels totally normal.)

"Mr. Min, you're still here?" your mother's voice rang in your ears. You turned around, already dreading what you might've done this time, only to meet her piercing gaze that felt like a silent scolding. "Not again," you muttered under your breath.

"Ah—uhm—Eomma, I was just..." you stammered, trying to play it cool.
She let out a short laugh. "Haha, Mr. Min, I thought you'd already gone inside".
You forced the most polite smile you could manage, all while muttering under your breath, "Thanks a lot, Mr. Min, for dragging me into this mess".

You walked over to him, turned the doorknob, and gave a subtle gesture for him to step inside. He didn't even spare you a glance as he walked straight to the couch. You asked him to have a seat, and he did—without a word.

You stayed back, leaning against a nearby pillar, a little distance from the couch. Your thoughts wandered as your eyes quietly observed him, sizing him up based on his appearance—because honestly, who wouldn't?

"y/n is it necessary for u to work only when i ask you to?" your eomma stated in disappointment , "i was waiting for you" you internally face palmed.

"Go and ask him whether he'd like something hot or cold to drink while I get something ready for him to eat" Eomma said—though it sounded more like a lesson in how to properly host a guest than a simple request.

"Alright mam" you gave her a thumbs up and went to ask him. "so Mr min what do you prefer for drink cold or hot?".

And he replied "fine either way" .( thats the straightest answer i've ever heard ) -_- *.

"Y/N, I don't have enough time to look after Mr. Min. Could you stay with him until your Appa gets back?"

" no worries eomma I'll not disappoint you this time, you can leave i think you are getting late for work" you assured her. She hummed in response with a bright smile on her face. "I'll go give him the water" you said, making your way toward the living room.
You placed the tray on the table in front of Mr. Min and stepped back slightly.You can take off your mask—it's safe here," you said calmly.

He removed his mask just after a gorgeous face revealed that made your jaw dropped. He leaned towards the table to grabbed the glass in his hands.

" woahhhhhh " you gasped.

That moved his attention towards you, His sleepy, cat-like eyes were fixed on you, snapping you out of your thought—you hadn't even realized you'd been spacing out.Clearing your throat, you spoke up, "My name's Kang Y/N, though I'm sure you've already heard it more than enough times from my mother, haha. What about you?"

He placed that glass on the table "Yoongi my name is" he replied .

You made an 'oh' face and then your eyes grew bigger due to some old memory realization " ah i see well this name---- i - i think I've heard a similar name before " you started processing your goldfish memory.

"how can she even forget this name. Right y/n ?" your mother asked approaching the table with a serving trolly.

"well i don't really figure out where i heard this but it is really bothering me right now" you said with a tensed look.