What never should've happened.

The Drive Home

Y/N's POV

You didn't text back but Yoongi was already driving the short distance towards your office, with Seojun right behind him.

When they pulled up to the curb, you were already heading towards the back seat of the security car, without waiting for Seojun to get down and open the door.

You got in, checked the door and greeted Seojun.

“Miss Y/N, I could've gotten the door for you.”

Yoongi called you immediately.

“Hey beautiful, you never texted me back. Is it okay for you to be riding with Seojun?” he asked.

“One second, please.” You told Yoongi and then proceeded to address Seojun.

“There's no need for that, Seojun-ssi. I'm capable of opening my own door. It feels weird to have someone else do it.” You smiled at him through the rearview mirror.

“Nevertheless, Miss Y/N, you're a lady and a man should always open the door for a lady. Also…when it comes to it, you will have to let us. For security reasons.”

The man had a point. “I guess you're right. Okay, but if I can, then I will. Deal?”

“You're the boss, Miss Y/N.” He turned his eyes on the road and kept following Yoongi.

“Sorry about that, yes, hi Yoongi, everything is fine. I didn't text because I don't want you texting and driving. Got it?” He could hear your smile through the line.

“I believe Seojun-ah said it best: You're the boss. I won't,  and he was also right when he said that a man should always open the door for a lady. Let yourself be pampered, baby, it's the least we can do for you. If it were up to me, you'd never have to do anything that could tire you.”

“Anything? Not anything?” You changed your tone slightly, suggesting something else. You were not talking on speaker and you knew Yoongi was alone in his car.

He purred.

“Baby…don't start something you can't finish.” He said, sultry, “believe me, I can get you very, very tired.”

“We'll see about that. Now,” and just like that you switched again, “do you have any food in your house or do we need to stop for ingredients?”

“I can think of something I want to eat, but yes, I do have ingredients at home.” He was fighting fire with fire.

“Maybe for dessert. Alright then…Yoongi?”

“Yes, beautiful?”

“What should I call you? You call me beautiful or baby, and I love it…but somehow I feel as if I'm being too cold by calling you directly by your name.” You had been thinking about it all day long, ever since you almost called him love. It had been spontaneous and sincere, but it scared you and it would probably scare him too.

“I love the way you say my name, baby. In every single situation,”  you really shouldn't have started the flirting, “it sounds so sweet. You can call me whatever you want, you don't sound cold at all. If anyone is cold, it's me.”

“I don't think you are…I remember you saying you were cold in an interview where Hobi said he wouldn't want you dating his sister for that particular reason, but I've seen no evidence of that.” It was true. Yoongi had been nothing but warm, kind and respectful from the get go. Hell, he was even more romantic than you even thought him capable of AND he was a baby when he wanted to.

Yoongi laughed out loud, “how do you even remember that? It was a long time ago.”

“It was,” you said nodding, as if he could see you through the phone, “from before I became an ARMY, actually, but what can I say? Once I found you guys, I went down the rabbit hole.”