Wifi | Min Yoongi x Reader

43. Constantly Hating

Somewhere behind the thick crowd you knew Yoongi hid with his friends, because you could hear his name being used in a joke, and his very distinctive laugh even with the distance. 

A few hours prior, Miso had been carefully painting your face in the art known as, makeup. 

She suggested you look special that night. You sort of agreed. 

Swimming through the crowd wasn't really your scene but you had no choice on this occasion. You wanted to get to Yoongi before his performance. 

This was important to him. The place, the scene, the people, everything about that moment in time was important to him. You really realized that, because he seemed sort of sad. He seemed sad happy. Or at least that's what it looked like once you could actually make out his figure in the now smaller distance. 

Cursing at Miso for a brief moment, you nudged the person in front of you slightly to move, so to pass. 

She technically was invited. Namjoon had invited her to come. 

But her dumb ass didn't want to come. She didn't even explain why. 

You suspected it was her whole thing, not wanting to tie things down with Namjoon; coming here would mean that she's his girlfriend and she wasn't sure yet if she wanted to be. 

She was just being her usual crazy self. 

Editing out the noise in your head, you focused on what Yoongi just said. It was something about you. That was his hand, and that was him, and he was definitely pointing to you. 

Panicking, you took a deep breath, a big step, and suddenly you were filtered out of the crowd. 

"There you are" he gave you a small smile, his arm timidly looping around your waist "Everyone, this is Y/N"

"Nice to finally meet you Y/N" one of the guys said. You guessed he was much older than Yoongi, since he looked like a man. Well, not much, probably still in his thirties, but compared to your sweet-faced boyfriend, he was a very manly man. 

After shaking hands with every one of the guys, and there were four, you got interrogated. Well not really but sort of. 

"Why are you dating our little Suga here, he's a dumbass" 

Yoongi let the guys laugh it out before replying.

"A dumbass? I can actually get a girlfriend, unlike you old farts"

"Ah this kid" one of the guys, Woobin was his name, if you remembered correctly, ruffled Yoongi's bangs 

"Be nice, you don't want your girlfriend to hear your embarrassing stories" 

"Oh he does!" you perked up curiously at this "Please do share"

"Uh yeah" Yoongi's hand became firm against your waist now "Let's get drinks"

In the firm hand of Yoongi's your hand felt sweaty. He was sweating. He was nervous. You were smiling, and being led to the bar.

"Your friends are cute"

He leaned against the bar, waving at the bartender shortly, before tending his attention on you.

"I guess, yeah"

The place was packed for the night. As if for a farewell concert. It all felt sort of melancholic. There was hardly space to breathe, but that wasn't much new. Yoongi basked in it. He seemed confident while sipping on his beer, scanning the crowd with approving eyes. 

"I expected even more people"

"Calm down rockstar" you teased "Your fans might hear you"

"They should. They should tell all their friends. They should spread the word of Min Suga"