Fxcking Friends ⇒Yoongi x Reader

Chapter 15

Y/n POV
White as pure light the sky looked clouded and pale. A dull mist layered outside the window...
It was starting to become winter and I could already feel the change in temperature.
A couple days ago when Yoongi and I visited the sky tower the weather was surprisingly sunny however I guess the frost was seething revenge.
Since we got an offer to the rap contest, Yoongi has started waking up early and playing the brown piano in the back room. He seemed motivated and to fuel his hard working mind I made some breakfast.
As I usually do, I dressed in my apron and set a pan on the stove. I quickly whipped up scrambled egg on toast. I placed Yoongi's breakfast on the top on the piano and called "Eat up!"
He smiled shortly and ate whist reading some lyrics. I reviewed what he'd been working on.
"Do you need any help?" I questioned shuffling piano sheets in between my fingers.
"I was thinking about taking a break today..." Yoongi mumbled.
I nodded and once again I started to stare at the gloomy weather outside.
"F/n is coming to hang out later." I informed him and he approvingly nodded.
He took one last bite of the breakfast I made him.
"Thanks." He stated shortly and his eyes immediately glued back to piano. This was Yoongi's idea of 'taking a break.' He works hard, I hope we can make the masterpiece songs he writes into a inspiring performances.
I washed up the dishes and set up the living room for when f/n comes over. We were planning to have a drama marathon, so we needed snacks, pillows and blankets. I was also planning to tell her about the party... I haven't said a word to her about it. She doesn't know me and Sungmin aren't together anymore and well the fact that Yoongi and I got completely wasted...
"Y/n!" I hear Yoongi speak loudly. As soon as I entered the back room I could tell what Yoongi wanted me to do.
I sat next to him on the piano stool. The messily drawn notes looked very rushed. My fingers glided across the keys as I began to play, yet again, another one of Yoongi's masterpieces. I swear that it used to take us a lot longer to write a song however Yoongi has started creatively composing and finishing songs in no time. Guess he's had some eureka moment or something...
"It's pretty good." Yoongi grinned and relaxed.
"Yeah..." I sighed. "You look tired." I leant in closer to his face and examined the bags forming under his eyes.
"I always look tired." He laughed my statement off and continued to work.
"I think you should rest." I picked up all the piano sheets and organised them quickly into a folder. I shut the lid of the piano keys and dragged Yoongi from the stool.
He sloppily scraped his feet across the floor as he followed me up to his room.
"Are you seriously that stubborn?" I questioned his as he stopped walking at the bottom of the stairs. His arms were crossed like a child and he pouted.
"I want to carry on writing..." his voice slurred.
"No you're going to rest." I stated and crossed my arms like the moody child behind me.
"Nooooo-" He mumbled I could tell he was tired. Restless and demanding his eyes were determined to keep open from the tiredness dragging them down. I pushed him up the stairs and into his room.
"Sleep." I shouted to him. His heavy sighed echoed through the house as I heard him hesitantly jump onto his bed.
Shortly after Yoongi fell asleep f/n came around. We immediately spread out on the couch and chose a drama.
"That one looks good," f/n pointed to a drama on the screen.
"Seen it." I stated and she sighed.
"That one!" She smiled wide.
"Seen it." I stated again.
"Aish..." she hissed. "Y/n?"
I hummed yes as she turned her head to face me.
"You said you wanted to tell me something..." She began to ask.
"Yeah. I'll tell you." I spoke as I continued to read drama synopsises.
"When?" She questioned.
"When your least expecting it." I teased her seriously.
"That drama looks good." F/n smiled and pointed at a drama I'd never seen nor heard of before. I pressed play and we both opened a tone of snacks. We began our feast as the drama started. A couple minutes past and the theme song began to play.
"F/n. I got completely wasted at a party. I fucked Yoongi. Sungmin found out. Then he dumped me." I bluntly stated as my eyes glazed onto the catchy theme song on tv.
"You what?!?" She freaked out. I knew she would... that's why I kept the story simple.
"Yeah." I mumbled.
"You fucked Yoongi? Your best friend?" She froze her eyes onto me.
"Yeah." I stated again.
"I knew you liked him over Sungmin~" f/n spoke playfully and started prodding the side of my shoulder teasingly.
"He's my best friend, f/n" I explained to her.
"So your not dating him now? I thought something like that would awaken the true love within you..." She sounded disappointed.
"You speak some weird bullshit f/n" I shook my head as she smiled wide.
"Sungmin must be mad.." She sighed quietly.
"He seemed upset... he didn't seem angry." I described to her.
"If I was him I'd want to spit in your faces and call you a hoe." F/n said shamelessly.
"Well I guess I'd be angry too... if I was him," I replied.
We continued to watch the drama and we both found ourselves deeply invested in the story. I could faintly hear Yoongi snoring from upstairs, I chuckled silently at the cute muffled snore.
F/n had already eaten half of the snacks I'd brought out-I was close to finishing my share too. So as soon as the episode ended I got up to fetch more food.
"Y/n what are the black boxes on your ceiling?" F/n pointed into the top corner of the room where a small box laid attached to the ceiling.
"Shit." I ran up to the box, jumped and grabbed it. "It's a fucking camera."
"Why do you have cameras in every room if your home?!" She stood up in shock and took the camera from my hands.
"There are more of them?" I questioned ruffling the back of my hair.
"Yeah I saw one at your front door, your hallway, your kitchen and here..." she gave me back the camera and I immediately smashed it up. F/n and I searched each room for the cameras and destroyed them.
I ran to Yoongi's room and spotted one above the desk next to his bed. I grabbed it. Throwing it violently against the wall, it smashed into pieces.
"Y/n... what the fuck..? What is that..?" Yoongi's sleep voice mumbled as he stared at the broken device.
I explained about the cameras and he started to help in searching for them.
Once we'd investigated each room we all gathered the cameras. With a baseball bat Yoongi fired strikes at them.
"Fuck. This is probably your family right?" F/n asked I nodded in response.
"One of your brother's again?" Yoongi sounded stressed.
"Yeah... I don't think you should stay here anymore Yoongi." I answered.
"No" With no hesitation he denied my logic.
"Y/n I'm staying." He continued.
"It's not safe for you to be alone y/n. As much as you love being independent and strong you should let us help you." F/n lectured me.
They stared at me stubbornly and I followed the gazed with a heavy sigh.
"I'll come to check up on you two often. I should get going now though, my mom will be back home soon." F/n frowned as she left and waved slowly till she reached her home next door.
Yoongi pov
"Y/n what are we going to do?" I questioned her as she sat down and clasped her head in between her arms.
"We can only wait..." she mumbled.
"Wait?!" I spoke loudly. "Are you fucking crazy?" I stressed aloud. I'm completely serious right now, y/n and I could get murdered waiting around like this. But she wants to wait for something to happen...
"We don't have anyway to track the person who put the cameras up. If it was my brothers we don't know where they are. This is all we can do..." y/n's soft voice sounded frustrated. I could sense her blood boiling with anger.
I sighed heavily and held y/n's hands. I tried not to hesitate and pull away. However my mind flew back to the day I messed up her love-life and made her cry because how stupid I was. So our hands loosely hung together instead of holding one another.
"Y/n lets make dinner." I spoke as she looked up at me and smiled.
We made a yummy ass meal and ate it, savoring every bite.
We slept the afternoon away, waiting for something or someone to come.