A few nights ago there was a "work meeting" that ended in a night of chaos, your boss wanted to celebrate the recent success of his company, Bighit, and invited all its employees to a very expensive bar, free food and alcohol for everyone. That night you cleared your mind and decided to relax, you were the "new girl" so you still didn't relate well with all of your coworkers, but that was the perfect occasion to get close to them, especially to your partner with whom you spent so much time in the music studio but with whom you almost didn't speak, unless it was about work issues, he was a very quiet, cold, intimidating and perfectionist person, especially when it comes to his music, he was like a closed book, it was too hard to know what what he was thinking and very difficult to approach him.
But that night, that stupid night things would change for you and him.
A few hours after the dinner started, the room had split up, people started talking, drinking, laughing, the atmosphere had relaxed and people were having a good time, all except Yoongi, who was sitting at the bar alone and with a glass of whiskey in his hand, he seemed distant, thoughtful and not at all amused, while you seeing him in such a way, you felt the need to approach and talk to him; the nerves made you tremble because in a certain way you were afraid of him rejecting your company with an intimidating and cold expression. But you had no choice, practically you were as lonely as he was, you didn't know almost anyone and the few people who approached you were those foolish guys trying to flirt with you, to which you always reacted with a disinterested gesture; You took a drink of whiskey to take courage, walked to the bar and you sat next to Yoongi, he didn't even bother to look at who was the person who was now sitting next to him, that was an act that made you feel even more stupid.
You ordered a glass of wine to the bartender and he immediately served it in front of you, the nerves were stronger, you needed more alcohol; the music sounded at an acceptable volume, not so loud, not so low, you drank from your glass and from the corner of your eye you tried to observe Yoongi, but he was still with the same indifferent and distant expression and you were beginning to wonder if it was a good idea to talk to him when he didn't even seem interested in talking to anyone.
"I see you're having fun" you said sarcastically, not really knowing how else to start a conversation with a person like him.
Yoongi didn't turn around to see you or respond, several minutes passed and you started to feel like a fool, he was ignoring you and it was so obvious that he wasn't interested in talking to you. For a moment you hated him, but then you sighed and just got up from the seat, you were not going to insist on being with someone who didn't want your company. It was humiliating enough to have been ignored.
"This place is annoying and I hate noisy places" he finally answered when he noticed you were about to leave. A surprise reaction showed in your face and stopped you, you turned to see him when you heard his voice and he took a sip of his whiskey. You decided to sit down again.
"Then why are you here? Just go home" you replied as you drank again from the wine glass while playing with it waving it from side to side trying to hide your nerves.
"The boss forced me to be here, arguing that I need to relax because I overwork" Yoongi seemed annoyed to feel obligated to be in a place where he didn't want to be, but as always he's a person who appreciates his work, he really couldn't disobey his superiors.
"I can't disagree with that, Band Pd is right" a half smile was drawn on your lips remembering the nights when Yoongi stayed in the studio even when everyone left.
He turned to look at you with a slightly surprised face, as if suddenly he had forgotten that you, better that anyone, knew his habits of working late. He could't say more.
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You look better this way (YOONGI SMUT)
Fanfiction"You look better this way" he whispered and began to kiss your neck until he came down to your breasts, without letting go of your wrists. He wanted to make sure you knew he was in charge.