His Style (Suga x Reader)

Missing out

The music intro to "Boy in love" played loudly, though it was merely muffled within the dressing room. I sighed, wondering if this job was really what I wanted. I could see why the last designer had quit. Yoongi was harsh and sharp with his orders, making it easy to believe that he was in a bad mood. I hoped that maybe we could talk a bit before he went running off, even if he was in a hurry. Regardless of all the negative things I've witnessed in the first five minutes of working here, I was still able to smile.

Yoongi had looked so peaceful as he slept. I had seen videos of him taking naps before, filmed as a joke by the other members, but it was extremely different from seeing it in person. Where during the video I was fangirling, here I actually felt a warm peacefulness take over me. I had actually done all that I could to suppress the desire of curling up right next to him.

Even though it felt like only moments had passed, the door to the dressing room flew open and a sweaty Yoongi came charging in, tearing off the mic set attached to him before tossing his leather jacket off to the side. He then pulled his shirt up and over his head, pulling a squeak out of me as pale skin and slim muscle became exposed. He turned to me, sweat dripping down his face and neck before he looked around in confusion.

"Where's the outfit?" he demanded.

I could hardly breathe, let alone pick out an outfit! I went over to the rack and picked out the pieces of the outfit he had worn in their music video, remembering Jungkook had said that was normally what they wore when performing DNA. The moment I turned around he was pulling at the belt of his pants. My face became flushed with red before I shoved the cloths against his chest and ran out of the room, heart racing like mad. He watched after me in confusion before shrugging and continuing through his quick change.

What was I thinking? That I'd pick out outfits and assist in quick changes without having to see him... well, unclothed? Boy, was I mistaken... Yoongi came out after a few moments, giving me a quick look over, his face expressionless as ever.

"Don't worry about the next outfit, I'm done after this." And with that, he took off down the hall and through the door backstage.

I was about to breath easy when someone jumped in front of me, hands out as they gave a shout to surprise. I ended up screaming to my dismay, only to roll my eyes when I realized that it was only Taehyung. He smiled largely at my startled state, proud of himself.

"Hi! Are you going home after this?" he asked, resuming a composed posture, though a childish light remained in his eyes.

"Where else would I go?" I asked, giving a weak smile in return.

He tilted his head to the side, pursing his lips as he pondered my teasing question seriously. "Hmm, I don't know. I was just curious." he then turned and skipped down the hallway after Yoongi.

Releasing a pent up sigh, I placed a hand to my chest to calm its rushed beating. Hopefully I survived this job long enough for my heart to not react through all of this. I watched after him as he caught up to Yoongi, bouncing up and down beside him as he began to talk about something that I couldn't hear, though it sounded like he was very excited. I was sure I caught him say a few things concerning the name brand Gucci. No matter how long Taehyung talked to Yoongi, the stone faced rapper didn't reply.

I could tell from all the way over here just how irritated that made the younger band member as his big lips formed a pout.

"Hyung!!!! Notice me!" He pleaded in a defeated voice, reaching out for a hug.

Yoongi turned his head looking Taehyung up and down before shaking his head "Don't touch me."

Tae's pout grew deeper as he bowed his head, but the moment Yoongi turned to continue walking, Taehyung linked arms with him, continuing to skip alongside him. I watched them go, noticing how patient Yoongi was being with his younger brother, despite not liking others touch him. It even looked like he had a small smile...