je t'aime (min yoongi x reader)

run

when yoongi pulled away, he kept his forehead resting against yours for a while, the two of you breathing softly, silently, as people surged past toward the exit. "sorry. i couldn't help myself." he admitted coyly. you raised an eyebrow at his apology. "don't apologise! that was-" your voice died down to almost a whisper, embarrassed, "fucking incredible..." you decided to take that as confirmation of your relationship. after all, three months and a kiss that passionate meant a lot.

yoongi smirked and your face grew even redder, if that was possible. "i say the same to you." he said, his smirk still etched on his face. "do you wanna come back to mine?" he asked, as the two of you walked out onto the chilly street. you nodded, wrapping your shirt tighter around you, the flimsy material offering next to no defence against the cold air.

yoongi noticed this, and without even a moments hesitation, his leather jacket was wrapped around your shoulders. you smiled at his cute show of affection but shook your head. "if you're not wearing it, you're only in a tshirt so you should keep it on, you'll freeze!" yoongi chuckled, rolling his eyes. "i'm all worked up from performing, i need to cool down anyway. and besides- you look cuter in it than me."

you found yourself blushing once again, something you seemed to do consistently around yoongi. putting the jacket on properly, you continued walking with yoongi in comfortable silence. he slipped his hand in yours as you walked, interlocking your fingers with his. you smiled softly, leaning in toward him slightly as the two of you continued walking.

eventually, you arrived at yoongi's. he opened the door, allowing you in first. as you took of your shoes, you glanced around, observing the apartment. it was small, but cosy. the main room consisted of a double bed, an arm chair, and a tv on the wall. another room contained only a desk and a computer, several notebooks and crumpled pieces of paper across it. a keyboard was propped up against the wall, and you wondered if he played. another two doors led into what you assumed were a bathroom and kitchen.

you suddenly realised that this was the first time you had been to yoongi's house- he had only been to yours the one time after you had been drinking. you couldn't help but acknowledge the unusual aspects of your relationship.

"do you want a drink?" yoongi inquired, breaking you out of your reverie and leading you through to the kitchen. "yeah, what you got?" you inquired, leaning against the door frame as yoongi perused his fridge. "wine, beer, and..." he shook the carton of orange juice, "about mouthful of orange juice." he said with a chuckle. "wine would be nice." you requested politely with a chuckle.

yoongi nodded, pouring out two plentiful glasses of crimson wine. you raised an eyebrow, and with a soft chuckle asked, "are you trying to get me drunk, min yoongi?" using his full name led to him looking up abruptly, smirking and chuckling again. "would it be bad if i were?" you smirked at him, clearly noticing his heavy flirting, taking the glass and taking a sip as you followed him back into the main room, him sitting on the bed, you perching on the armchair.

"so, what do you want to-" yoongi was interrupted by a harsh knock at the door. his eyebrows drew in immediately, and you automatically tensed.

something felt wrong.

yoongi placed his glass down, going to answer the door. after a few hushed, angry whispers, there was a loud thud, causing you to jump up with terror coursing through you.

"you fucking owe me!" shouted a foreign voice. you dashed to the entrance, and your fear was only exacerbated when you saw a strange man pointing a gun at yoongi, a psychotic grin on his face. your eyes flew wide with shock and pure terror led to your hands trembling at your sides.