Background: Suga and you have been dating for a while and you live in the BTS house. You play violin, and need to go pick up your instrument. You planned on going alone, but Suga was having trouble writing songs and wanted a break, so he begged you to let him go with you when you went.
"Wake up loser, we need to go."
Yoongi turned in his bed, looking at me with drowsy eyes. "What the fuck."
"The store opens at 10, so we're getting there at 10."
"Why?" he wailed.
"So you can write for the rest of the day. If you don't want to go then I'll just go by myself."
"Controlling bitch," he grumbled as he climbed out of bed.
"Stubborn bastard," I shot back.
He flipped me off. I threw a yellow full sleeve shirt, a white hoodie and a pair of jeans at him, satisfied when it hit him square in the face.
"If you're not downstairs in ten minutes, I'm leaving without you."
He stumbled down the stairs 30 seconds before his ten minute time limit ended.
"You look like a drunk old man. I guess they don't call you grandpa for nothing."
He looked at me. "I'm tired right now, so I'll let that slide, but you won't be so lucky next time." He grabbed his car keys and we headed to the garage.
"Which one is yours?" I asked, staring in astoundment at the colorful assortment of stylish cars.
"The best one." He walked towards a white sports car, and I followed him, watching in amazement as the car doors slid up to let us in. I climbed in, admiring the leather seats and the surprisingly large amount of foot room.
"Impressed?"
"It's not a Stradivarius," I replied simply, leaving room for interpretation.
"Such a nerd."
"You're the one who woke up at 9:00 to go to a violin shop."
"You woke me up at 9?!" he exploded, raising his arm to check his watch- a sleek rectangle with big block numbers.
"Perceptive as always," I mocked.
"There's a stray thread on your right elbow," he replied.
I didn't bother looking. "That's a lie."
"Damn. You're harder to trick than V."
"I don't count that as a compliment."
"You don't count anything as a compliment. I could say you're the most beautiful girl on Earth and you would argue."
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I doubt a racist finds me beautiful."
"You're ridiculous."
"Let me remind you that you woke up at 9 to go to a violin shop despite the fact that you don't even play violin."
"Fine. We're both insane. Happy?"
"Not particularly."
Before I knew it, we were there.
"This is the shadiest fucking shop on the entire planet," Yoongi said. I didn't bother arguing. It was. The white paint on the shabby building was peeling, and it looked like something straight out of a horror film.
We walked in; the bell attached to the door chimed. Yoongi glanced around, either taking in the cellos on a rack on the far wall, and the violins hanging by their pegs from a rack on the ceiling or looking for a serial killer.
"I'm here to pick up my violin," I said to the woman behind the counter. "First name is y/n."
The woman disappeared into the back and returned with my violin and bow.
"The strings have all been upgraded to Pirastro Evah Pirazzi and the bow is made of genuine wood. The cases are over there." She jabbed her thumb to the corner of the room. "Pick one. You've already paid, so once you have your case you're free to leave."
"Great, thanks." I took my violin and bow from her, admiring the new strings, feeling the familiar weight in my hands, the wood smooth under my fingers. I turned to hand the instrument to Yoongi. "Hold it while I pick a case."
He threw up his hands in protest. "I'll break it!"
"It's not made of glass." I took his hand and forced it to wrap around my violin. He held it awkwardly and I groaned internally. It looked like I was better off just holding my bow myself. I'd just spent $300 dollars on it. I didn't need him breaking it before I even got to use it.
I eventually picked the exact same case that I'd had before: a black oval shape that weighed five pounds, had a blue interior, lock and key, humidity detector, and too many pockets. I took my instrument back from Yoongi and safely fastened it into the case, then did the same thing with the bow, zipping up the case when I was done.
"That's it?" Yoongi asked as we headed back to the car.
"What did you expect? Fireworks?" I snorted.
He shrugged.
We got back home at 11. No one was awake.
"RM will never know," Yoongi snickered.
I rolled my eyes and started to head to my room.
"Where are you going?"
"Uhhh my room? You can't expect me to not play my violin after getting new strings."
"No way." He grabbed my arm gently. "You'll wake everyone with your screeching."
I folded my arms. "Then where do I play?"
He grinned. "My studio of course."
