• 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 •

PLAYBOY - yoongi

playboy by exo intensifies

"you're such a player, dude."

"honestly, i don't know what you're talking about," yoongi exclaimed. "i'm just a lover no one can handle."

"oh yea? if that's so true, why don't you go to the end of the pool where blah blah blah is. go ahead; seduce her." his friend namjoon was so doubtful of his skills, he challenged him to the unapproachable.

she was the host of the parties most of the time, and everyone flocked to her gatherings for her huge house, drinks, and her wallet. despite this, she always distanced herself from everyone else. one of her 'friends' asked why she pushed people away, and all she responded with was, "people disappoint and disgust me. look at everyone at my parties: who here even asks how i'm doing? hmm? who here cares about whether i'm okay? go ahead. i'm listening." since then, she hasn't had many people around her.

yoongi ducked and dipped his hands into the pool water, wetting his hair and unbuttoning his blouse.

"what the fuck—" namjoon started.

"i can't turn on the charm without looking the part, genius." yoongi quickly stated.

namjoon rolled his eyes, but reluctantly held out his hand to do the sacred handshake of theirs. yoongi tried his best to hide the smug smile but found it hard as their hands clapped and shook. he saluted his wingman off, walking off with confidence that almost left a trail.

he ran his hand through his hair once more before turning the corner to talk to the party planner. he took a deep breath, but before he could get to her she got up and went inside. yoongi cursed under his breath, he'd look desperate following her up there. he looked to namjoon and gave him the look that screamed "CALL OFF THE BET RIGHT NOW."

he chuckled and simply shook his head. yoongi groaned and walked back to him, slumping.

"either you show me her number in your phone by tomorrow, or you have to pay for my next dinner. i'll send you the receipt and everything." namjoon was having too much fun with this bet, but yoongi deserves to feel failure after so many wins.
fixing his hair again, yoongi flared the collar of his shirt, and he was off to go flirt with this girl.

he opened the door to the house and he immediately hit with the stench of alcohol and sweat. it made him sick. he was never a drinker; more of a wine taster. but he just stomached the need to vomit and proceeded to the staircase.

he realized there was a problem: he can't just go looking for her without being suspicious. "fuck man... how do i do this lowkey?"

his plans were interrupted by a pair of hands pulling him into a room. he's thrown onto a bed, rather comfy, and a bright light gets shone on his face.

he covers his eyes, "the hell?"

the girl he had been hunting captured him.

she smiled. "how ironic."

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hi y'all! happy new year's eve uwu
i might not post the day of, but i'd like to wish you a happy new year and hope your goals for 2020 are fullfilled! tysm for those of you who actually read these, it gives me motivation to just only write prompts so i can read all of your lovely stories :)
anyways, ty come again
- tina ( ◠‿◠ )