𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂

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*Idol AU*

(Yoongi x Male Reader)

(Requested by: GrimmieGrim  Hope you like it! It's a bit long which is why it took a little while.)

"I'm not saying that there's something wrong with wanting your mixtape to be perfect for your fans," the male starts, trying to keep the annoyance out of his tone but the twitch of his brow is very close to giving away his emotions, "but it won't kill you to take a break every now and then."

Yoongi exhales through his nose before running his hands through his blonde hair, which had now gotten oily due to the lack of wash over the past week, and he rolls his eyes at the computer screen that displayed the layering of his beat setup.

M/N had decided to drop by his boyfriend's studio that evening with the intention of getting him to finally leave after being isolated in there for nearly two weeks.

"Please, M/N," he addresses his boyfriend, his fingers typing away at the keyboard,  "don't start this with me right now. I have to get this done."

M/N walks further into Yoongi's studio and kisses his teeth, his patience beginning to run thin at Yoongi's stubbornness.

"I'm just asking you," M/N continues, "to take care of yourself, at least. You look like you haven't slept or showered in days, Yoon—"

Yoongi suddenly groans, cutting off the rest of what his partner was going to say, and he gives his hair an even rougher tousle in frustration. M/N's lips snap shut.

"M/N," Yoongi calls incredulously as if he can't believe that M/N didn't get the hint and was still standing there, "can you please do this some other time? I don't need you bothering me right now when I'm almost done!"

"...Wow," M/N nods, his face relaxing.

Yoongi swivels around in his chair with an agitated sight and throws his hands in the air in response to his lover's shock.

"What? What is it now? Am I not giving you enough attention?"

M/N's eyes narrow at the condescending undertones in Yoongi's question and he rubs his tongue on the inside of his cheek in habitual anger.

"Excuse me...?"

Yoongi rolls his eyes again.

"Whatever. All I'm saying is that you knew what you were signing up for when you decided to date me. You can't get upset when I have to actually do my job, you know."

The other male feels his blood begin to simmer above the slow burning flame of rage and he stares at Yoongi while he continues to rant and rave, the flame steadily growing stronger and stronger the longer he listened.

Yoongi wasn't even thinking about what he was saying to his boyfriend, he was just so stressed out from the mixtape and the fact that it needed to be perfect for ARMY, that his mouth was spewing out whatever words his brain can scrape up from the bottom of the barrel before he could even attempt to stop himself.

"If you can't handle this, then we don't need to be in this relationship—"

"Fuck you, you asshole!"

M/N abruptly yelled, interrupting his lover mid-declaration, and Yoongi stopped.

"I'm just worried about your fucking health and you're treating me like I'm bothering you!"

M/N's eyes begin to sting with the promise of building tears. Yoongi suddenly gains a spark of exasperation at the sight of his boyfriend crying and he stands up, slightly tilting his head back to look M/N in the eyes, [if you're shorter: slightly inclining his head to look M/N in the eyes] and matches his lover's glare with a mad look of his own while raising his voice to match the other's.