Kpop Oneshots

💜Yoongi ~ Couple Costume

[Prompt: your best friend Yoongi refuses to wear a couple costume with you]

⚠️Sexual Harrasment⚠️

*DISCLAIMER: non of Yoongis words, thoughts, or actions are real nor do they portray the idols true personality. This is purely fiction*

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You and Yoongi have been bestfriends for many years now. Ever since you started working for Bighit Entertainment. And not to brag, but you guys had a friendship that people would die for. Similar interests, sense of humor, and you guys could chill together without any arguments. It was heaven, except for 2 things. One you have a massive intense heart-attack-inducing crush on him, but he doesn't know. And he hates Halloween. Like...hates it. Why? According to him it's "extremely stupid" and "there is no logical reason for you to dress as someone else if you're satisfied with yourself."

This was especially being proven right now, as you sat on the corner of his desk, hoping he'd glance at you just once instead of his work.
"Pleaseeee Yoongi" you begged "it'll be fun I promise!"

"Y/N I'm not putting on light brown hair dye just so we can be 'sexy peanut butter and jelly'"

You rolled your eyes, "fine fine, what about hmmm..." you scrolled through the pictures of couple costumes on your camera role, finally landing on an a daring idea. Ohhh this would be so good!

"Hey, Yoongi" you began.

"Hmm?"

"What about, this one?" You practically shoved the phone screen in his face.

He quickly glanced at the screen, but immediately did a double take when he saw the skimpy angel costume. "Y/N, that costume is..." he clears his throat, not daring to finish the sentence.

"What?" You leaned towards him and in a playful tone asked, "You don't think it would look good on me?"

His cheeks immediately grew pink as he quickly swiveled back to his computer screen. Without so much as even a glance he responded, "that's the most basic idea I've ever seen. Literally everyone is gonna do that. I'm not dressing up with you Y/N and that's final."

"Hmph fine whatever! I'll do it myself."

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YOONGI POV

YOUR POV:

This was a terrible idea, you thought. Of course, the main reason you came to this party was to distract yourself from your little squabble with Yoongi. But honestly, more than anything, you just want to be chilling in his studio eating halloween candy together. You don't know why in the world you even thought he would agree to couple costumes. It's not like you guys are even dating. Aghhhh, your wishful thinking got the best of you once again! You walked over to the cooler and grabbed a bottle of beer, trying to at-least occupy yourself with something. Immediately, you guzzled the bitter liquid down, relishing the satisfying burn in your throat. However, you stopped mid-sip when you felt a pair of eyes on you. No, correction, multiple pairs of eyes. You looked over to the group of pervs eyeing you up and down. Ugh my stubborn self just had to wear this stupid skimpy angel costume. You tugged at the bottom of your dress and placed your hands over your chest as you walked away. Finally finding a quiet little patio outside the fraternity house, you closed your eyes and leaned up against the wall, letting the October wind cool your burning cheeks. All the sudden you heard footsteps approaching . Deep down, you couldn't help but silently hope it was Yoongi. Maybe he came for you. Maybe he does care.

"Watcha doin babygirl?" a hot alcohol-stenched breath blew in your face.

It wasn't Yoongi.

Without even missing a beat you responded, "Waiting for you to fuck off. Im not interested, thanks."

"Awweee don't be like that" a cold hand brushed against your bare thigh, "I don't like when girls play hard to get."

Your eyes fluttered open as you swatted the hand in front of you. Looking up, you immediately recognized him from earlier. It was one of the creeps that was eyeing you! Instinctivley, you reached into your small bag for your phone, "Ah sorry, my Boyfriend is probably wondering where I am."

"Is that so..?" The man cocked an eyebrow at you suspiciously.

"Of course!" you began as you rummaged through your bag, "I just have to get my phone here hold on I-" Oh no. Oh no no no. Your heart instantly dropped. Your dumbass forgot your phone! You began to grow nervous, which was apparently evident judging from the mystery-mans expression. He advanced towards you, "you don't even have your phone huh babygirl?"

You tried to respond, but for some reason the words got stuck in your throat, your muscles got stuck, everything got stuck. All that came out was a strangled sound and a weak push to his chest. Your brain kept screaming, do something. Y/N do something! But your body wouldn't listen. Instead you stood there like a statue. Pathetic, you thought. Pathetic!Pathetic! Pathetic!

"Shall we have some fun then..." he slid a hand up your thigh, his freezing fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Pressing his mouth against your ear he whispered, "Betcha that 'boyfriend' of yours is fake too huh?"

You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing for what you knew would come next. Truth be told, you'd heard of this scenario happening to so many other females, yet for some reason you never thought it'd be you. You never thought a strange man would be grabbing the flesh of your thighs. You never thought a strange man would be leaving wet kisses on your neck. You never thought a strange man would make you feel this disgusted, violated, and dirty like you wanted to crawl out of your own skin. Most of all, you never thought you would be a "coward" like this.

"Her boyfriends right here!"

Yoongis voice.

You opened you eyes just in time to see his fist connect with the mans face. The man instantly fell to the floor with a thump. Without a word, Yoongi grabbed your wrist, dragging you behind him. You walked in silence for what felt like hours. The tension in the air was practically unbearable. Finally, he whipped around and yelled, "Are you out of your mind?!"

You looked down at your feet, trying to hold back the tears. The anger. The confusion.

He noticed. Sighing he stepping forward he wrapped his arms around you. You couldn't help but sink into his warm embrace, all the knotted up emotions in you unraveled. You stood there sobbing into his shirt as he patted your hair.

"W-what happened. Why did that happen I-" you tried to choke out.

"Im sorry Y/N" he mumbled into your hair, "Im so sorry. I was so stupid..."

You sobbed harder into his chest.

"I promise, I'll take care of you from now on. Now and forever."

Much much later. Once you somewhat got yourself together and talked everything out. Much much later when you sat on a park bench at 2am in the morning. Much much later, when you were snuggled up in his arms, your face nuzzled in his wool jacket. Much much later when you were still unsure of your relationship status yet still happy drinking in the moment you were sharing. Much much later, you noticed the devil horns and tiny pitchfork sticking out his pocket. You giggled to yourself, this boy sure has an odd way of showing he cares.

"Didn't think you'd actually wear the couple costume?"