Min Yoongi's muse is his music and his music is his one and only lover. He wasn't counting on you to walk into his life and turn his world upside down, making it more complicated than it already was.
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Idol Yoongi x Reader Insert (no y/n)
Based on m...
The next morning, you sleepily turned around and opened your eyes. They widened as you realized you were laying down on Yoongi's thigh and staring at his body. You quickly sat up and you started remembering the events of last night.
You were ashamed he'd witnessed that and regretted not having told him you really didn't drink a lot in general. You had assumed a cocktail would have been fine, but all the options were spiked with something rather strong and you obviously picked the wrong one.
Getting up quietly, you fixed your top and walked to your room to get some more comfortable clothes. You thought about what happened, on the one hand Yoongi had been very respectful and caring, but on the other hand you'd told him stuff you probably didn't want him to know.
Most certainly not in the way you had said it either, why did you become so shameless when drunk? You could have been one of those who falls asleep or even cries, that would have been less embarrassing, you thought. You went into the bathroom to take a quick shower.
Yoongi opened his eyes when he realized you weren't wrapped around him anymore and looked around. He heard the water running and yawned and ruffled his hair before laying his head back again. So much for trying to do the right thing, hopefully you wouldn't be upset he spent the night.
He wondered if you meant any of the things you said last night, you were much bolder than usual, but was there any truth to it? Did you want him like that? He was not sure if he should bring that up or if it was a bad idea. He figured he'd see how you were feeling now and go from there.
Your soft steps walking into the living room made him look up. "Good morning" he said warily with a small smile. You were quiet and he immediately felt like he had to apologize "I fell asleep, I didn't mean to-" he started and you stopped him.
"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry, this is so embarrassing" you were mortified.
He ruled out the idea of bringing up anything you said at all, you were clearly not happy about it. "It's okay" he said, he was not very good at finding comforting words.
"No, it's not. I shouldn't have said all those things to you, it must have been so awkward" he chuckled.
"I'm still here, right?" he smirked and looked at you sweetly. You were wearing a big hoodie and sweatpants and you looked so small, he thought it was the cutest thing. He pouted at you and you walked to the couch laughing softly.
You hugged him and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders once more, holding you close. "I noticed I fell asleep on your lap, I'm sorry" you said thinking that probably made him uncomfortable as well and he blushed. Had you? When did that happen?
He cleared his throat awkwardly "you're fine" he said calmly, even though internally he was feeling the opposite way. You kissed his rosy cheek.
"Thank you for taking care of me" his lips curled at the sides, but he didn't say anything and averted your eyes.
"How are you feeling?" he asked concerned.
"I'm okay, I just took something for the headache" he nodded taking in the information.
"Please don't do that again." You turned to look at him unsure of what exactly he was referring to "you can tell me if you're not comfortable" he had noticed how slow you were drinking and how nervous you were. If anything he was observant.
"Oh" you answered blushing, so you'd made a fool of yourself in every way, you concluded. He squeezed your shoulder and planted a kiss on your head, you looked so uncomfortable and he wasn't sure what to do.
"Hey, are you okay? Do you want me to leave?" he offered, he couldn't think of anything else.
"I-I mean, if you want to?" you said not knowing how to answer.
"Do you want me to?" he asked cautiously. A direct answer would be nice right now, he didn't want to play this guessing game.
"No" you mumbled embarrassed and he smiled smugly to himself.
"I'm not going anywhere then" he said assertively.
"I don't have much for breakfast, I usually just have cereal" you said as you got up.
"Cereal's fine" Yoongi said with a side smile and walked after you with his hands in his pockets as you headed to the kitchen. He laid with his head against the door frame as you took out the box and a couple bowls "what can I do?"
You handed him the bowls and a couple spoons and took the milk out of the fridge. He set them on the table on the other side of the kitchen and turned around to take the cereal and milk from you and put them down. You made some coffee and he sat down when you did.
You served the cereal, poured milk on it and quietly had breakfast. Yoongi didn't mind at all, but you were still feeling self-conscious about this whole thing. "I hope you don't think less of me" you blurted out, as usual you couldn't keep any worries to yourself and needed answers.
He scoffed "of course not" he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows as he ate another spoonful of his cereal.
"You don't?" you were surprised his answer had been so categorical. He shrugged.
"You're not a drinker, so what?" he muttered and you brushed your fingers on his hand. He looked up at you and smiled, it was his turn to be reassuring. After that you felt better about the whole thing. It had been embarrassing, but it was over and everything was fine now.
You wondered if he thought about what you had said at all, but you didn't dare bring it up and neither did he. It was for the best, you thought, you hadn't intended to reveal it just yet anyway.
"Should we watch something on tv?" he nodded, he didn't see one in the living room though, he stopped to think for a second. As he saw you go down the hallway, he slowly followed you and walked in your room looking around curiously.
You had a proper stereo and a good number of CDs underneath it, he crouched and went through them. "You've got a nice collection here" he commented as you browsed through the options to watch.
"Ah, you think so?" you said absentmindedly. He saw the CD he had given you with the tracks of your poems and smiled.
When he got up he noticed some shelves with stuffed animals and figures on them "do you collect plushies?" he pointed at them and looked at you. You smiled awkwardly "yeah" he nodded contented and made a mental note to get you a plush to add to it. Kumamon? Shooky? He considered his options.
Once you found something you sat down on the bed, you had enough pillows to lay back comfortably. You snuggled up to him laying on his left shoulder and he shifted uncomfortably "that's my bad shoulder" he explained and you looked up at him and laid your head on his chest instead.
He blushed and carefully circled his arm around you and placed it over yours. Entwining your fingers with his you held the hand that hung over your arm. This whole situation just made him feel so grateful to have you. This is exactly what he wanted, someone to share his every day with.
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