Fxcking Friends ⇒Yoongi x Reader

Chapter 20

I laid Yoongi down on his bed and tucked him in his blanket.
Soft snores filled the room.
I exited the room to the kitchen and I began to cook.
The kitchen filled with the scent of the pasta I was making.
My stomach grumbled as I reached for plates. I finished up cooking and cleaned up.
"Mmmmmmm" I heard a deep hum behind me.
"You're meant to be resting." I scolded.
"Why'd you make me food then?" Yoongi smiled and grabbed a plate.
"I planned to inject it while you slept." I retorted.
Yoongi chuckled as we both sat eating.
"Y/n?" Yoongi looked up from his food at me.
"Yeah." I replied suspicious.
"Thank you." He said embarrassed.
"Awww Yoongi you little cutie." I smiled at his awkwardness.
"But you know... it is my fault this happened to you. I'm sorry." I lowered my head.
"No. I'm the one who said I'd stay beside you, and really the reason I'm alive is you.." Yoongi continued to eat, his ears were blushing.
He doesn't usually give massive compliments like that.
"Y-Yoongi can I ask what my brother did to you?" I asked him softly.
"I guess I remember being chased around downstairs... then they caught me and knocked me out. Next thing I knew... I was in some dark room. Once your brother realised I was awake I felt multiple needles coursing through my skin. Then all I saw was a hospital ceiling and waking up with you beside me.." Yoongi explained slowly.
"God Yoongi... the police asked you somethings right?" I worried.
"Yeah I explained I was taken from my home by someone then I blacked out." He mumbled.
"Okay rest up Yoongi." I smiled sadly and finished eating.
I cleaned up our plates and rested on the couch. Yoongi was still sat at the dining table, he seemed spaced out so I decided to let him think.
I grabbed my notebook and decided to doodle. I drew whatever came to mind and to me it looked pretty cool. Thinking about the project we had less than a month for us to present our work. Our album had 11 solid tracks and all we had to do is record them. School has a sound proof room we can use so I guess we need to go back soon.
Actually we don't have an album cover... I glanced round the room for inspiration. My grandma's digital camera. I held it in nostalgia of when she'd make me pose and pull silly faces in my youth. Whenever she wasn't teaching me how to defend myself she was taking pictures.
I clicked the button and took a test shot... it still worked.
I snuck back into the kitchen where Yoongi sat drowned in thought. The way he sat was very emotional and behind him was his old wheelchair he used when he broke his foot. The scene was perfect. My finger hovered over the button and I waited for the camera to focus.
*click*
"Woah perfect." I smiled at the image on the camera screen.
"Huh?" Yoongi's eyebrows crossed as he questioned my excitement.
I showed him the picture and he sighed.
"You look cool." I mumbled as I stared at his sulking face.
"What is it for?" He pouted.
"Our album cover," I patted his back kindly.
"Really? You want my lazy ass on the cover of our project." He sighed as he stared at the photo.
"Yoongi your lazy ass is the best ass out there. Now let's wipe that depressive look off your face." I smiled and tapped his ass as I walked past him.
"Fuck." Yoongi mumbled and followed me out the kitchen.
I wandered about how to distract Yoongi.
I stopped walking abruptly as I remembered about a friend in my shed.
"Woah shit y/n, why'd you stop?" Yoongi walked into my back causing him to press against me.
Let's just say I felt something down there.
"Yoongi... err." I awkwardly said still feeling his member.
"S-sorry..." he walked backwards. "I can't help it..." he mumbled.
"If makes you feel any better I was kinda turned on too" I chuckled at him blushing.
"Why the hell would that make me feel better? Now it's even weirder!" Yoongi freaked out.
I felt my face heat slightly. Y/n. Remember. Friends. You two are best friends.
"Yoongi can you help me find something?" I asked him. I'm trying so bad to change the subject...
"Depends what it is y/n." He sighed.
"Keys." I stared. He nodded as started to look around with me.
He searched upstairs while I looked down.
I rummaged through drawers, cupboards and pockets.
I ran my arm down the back of the sofa. I heard a faint jingle and pulled out the keys I was looking for.
"Yoongi?" I shouted. "I found them!"
"Yoongi!"
"Yoongi?!"
"YOONGI!"
His lack of reply scared me helpless.
I raced upstairs in hope of finding him.
I checked every room rapid. My mind began pulsing in desperation. Literally 10 minutes ago he was joking around with me. But the second I let him out of my sight he's gone.
I checked the last room up stairs, it was a guest bedroom with an unmade bed and outdated furniture. Tears filled my eyes as I glanced around the room.
"Oh." I wiped my stained eyes in relief of the figure laid on the bed.
His jet black hair laid messily upon the uncomfortable pillow as his body was curled up like a ball in a resting nap.
I kneeled on the ground next to him and examined his face.
I looked at his soft eyelids.
I really am confused. One moment I see him as my dorky best friend with a stubborn attitude. But the next I see him as what some may call 'boyfriend material'. I'm finding myself questioning our bond... and I feel insecure. I want him to be my best friend, I never felt so close to another before. I mean sure I've been friends with f/n for a while but she prefers her other friends... but Yoongi and I have no one else.
I'm not stupid.
I'm not going to deny the possibility that I'm falling for him.
And it's not just because he's a cutie. But also because he's a kind supportive guy...
When we touch, we back away. For me anyway, I'm scared. At the party-no maybe even when I started dating Sungmin, that's when I began to see him more than just a friend... I think I considered the idea of dating him. And it didn't feel all that bad, actually it was nice. I'm scared that if we exchange more skin ship, I'll never see him as a friend again.
I don't know what to do. Yeah I've liked guys before... but I'm getting all nervous and self conscious over him.
If I kissed him... what would he do?
I stared at his pink tinted lips.
"Y/n?" Yoongi's eyes peeled open and he glanced at me in front of him.
"S-sorry I found the keys..." I stuttered.
Why did I stutter?
My brain is going all mushy.
"What are the keys even for?" Yoongi sighed wiped his tired eyes of sleep.
"I'll show you, let's go!" I headed out of the room Yoongi closely following behind me.
"Were you crying?" He asked looking at my eyes.
"No shush." I rolled my eyes.