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The Night Shift - Part 7 [Min Yoongi x f!Reader]

MIN YOONGI x F!READER UniStudent!Yoongi AU SUMMARY: You chose a boring, quiet job at your campus’s 24-hour library for a reason: it kept you away from drama, gossip, and parties. It was positively uneventful. Until it wasn’t. Warnings: swearing, teasing, lots of flirting, definitely some fluff, mild sexual tension, some drinking A/N: THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR WAITING. I have been working hard on this and it is the longest chapter I've ever written. Things are finally happening between Yoongi and reader and I'm really excited for what's next. I have updated the tag list and if I forget anyone? Please let me know. ENJOY :D

THE NIGHT SHIFT

PART 7

The morning of the couch retrieval is chaotic.

For one, your building elevator stops working and is under maintenance. Of course. So, this means you’ll have to take your old couch down the stairs and the new one up the stairs. Not ideal, but manageable.

Two, the girls have woken up later than intended, which isn’t the worst thing to happen. Yoongi’s friends Jungkook and Hoseok are also late. His text definitely made it sound like they had drunk too much the day before.

And three, your stomach is shambles. When you all discussed the plans for that day, it was agreed that Yoongi and yourself would be going to get the couch in the van. Jungkook and Hoseok will go along with you in Hoseok’s car, to help you load it in the van and return ahead to help Eunji and Hwayoung bring the old couch down since you’d have to drive slower.

Oh, and yes, reason four why the morning was chaotic? No one wanted to bring the couch down the night before so it has to get done today.

You are absolutely going stir crazy with the fact that you’re going to be in a car with Yoongi alone for at least two hours. The two of you have been texting even more than the usual, and even flirting too. And you have been looking forward to this day since he offered to help but now that it’s here, you wonder if you’ll be able to survive the stress of it all.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, grabbing it and smiling at none other than Yoongi’s text.

Yoongi [8:49 AM]: Even though we’re leaving later than we wanted…

Yoongi [8:49 AM]: It’s still too early (sad face emoji)

You [8:50 AM]: Have I said how happy and grateful I am? (smiling face emoji)

He reads the message but doesn’t answer.

You hear the doorbell, running out of your bedroom to the door as you press the call button, “Hello?”

“It’s me. I’m downstairs.” Yoongi.

You smile brightly, something he can probably hear in your voice, “I’ll be right there!” You run to grab your bag, Eunji and Hwayoung watching you with glee as you yell out, “I’ll see you guys later! Meet us downstairs!”

You hurry down like your life depends on it, smiling ear to ear as you slow down on the last flight of stairs. You look up to see him on the other side with the softest smile as you open the door.

“Hi…” He takes a long languid look at you, “You made it.”

He nods, glancing back, “I did. And the guys too.” You look behind him to see Hoseok and Jungkook coming out of the car. “You ready?”

“Mhm, Eunji and Hwayoung are gonna be down in a second.” You breathe out, watching the way he smiles when he’s looking at you. You step out of the building right as his friends walk up the steps.

Yoongi turns to them then back to you, “This is Jungkook and there is Hoseok, they’ll be helping your friends move that old couch down…”

You introduce yourself to them, looking up towards the building, “I’m sorry in advance for the trouble. Our elevator is under maintenance for god knows how long…” you scratch the back of your neck.

Hoseok shrugs, nudging Jungkook, “Eh, I’m sure all four of us can figure it out while you guys are out. Do you have anyone helping you guys load the new one?”

Jungkook nods, “Mhm, maybe one of us should come with you?”

“We’ll be fine,” you snap your head to Yoongi, wondering if he’s already planned something, “the people selling the couch will help us out.”

You frown as you watch him, “Really?”

He glances at you, “I couldn’t help myself, I reached out to confirm some things.”

You reach out to playfully push him. He had been begging you to give him the contact info so he could confirm things but you had insisted everything was fine. Somehow he had managed to find a way to reach out to sellers. He mouths a small ‘sorry’, making you giggle while looking down to your feet.

The door opens behind you where your friends step out to get introduced to the boys as you look at them, “Oh, Jungkook, Hoseok, Yoongi, these are my friends Eunji and Hwayoung…”

This is the first time your girls are really seeing Yoongi anywhere near you, and you feel their eyes lingering between the both of you during this introduction. You shift closer to him to make more space on the steps, Yoongi grabbing your shoulders to place you in front of him.

Hoseok makes small talk with your friends as they discuss some more details about moving the old couch down the stairs. You feel Yoongi’s presence behind you shift as he nudges your hand with his, nodding towards the van parked just in front of your home.

“We’ll get going, we have a few hours to kill and you guys need all the time to figure that situation…” Yoongi lazily gestures towards your building.

Jungkook shakes his head and says, “Pffft, please, we’ll have it done before you guys come back.”

“I like the confidence.” You say, smiling as Jungkook winks at you, which makes you laugh. Turning to Yoongi you say, “Let’s go.”

You hug your friends really quick as you walk to the van, getting in the passenger seat and waving everyone goodbye as you and Yoongi drive off.

You’re maybe twenty minutes into the drive when he looks over to you and you do the same. Your eyes meet briefly as he looks back out to the road and you start laughing. You see the frown that’s growing on his face as you giggle, covering your face.

“You’re pouting.”

He scoffs, shaking his head, “I’m not.”

“You definitely are.”

He sighs, biting his lower lip. His fingers tighten around the steering wheel and you smile as you look out the window.

“Jungkook’s a flirt. You have to watch out for him.” You immediately start to grin, pivoting your head to stare at him like he’s grown a second and third head. Doesn’t he realize it’s him you like?

“Not my type.” You say, meeting his gaze briefly as you giggle. “Plus, I know someone who likes him.”

He stays quiet, saying nothing for a while until you reach in the bag of snacks his mother left the two of you. Clearing his throat, he glances shyly at you, “Who is it?”

“It’s a secret.”

Humming, he smacks his lips, “Jungkook likes your friend Eunji.”

You turn your entire body towards him, restricted by the seatbelt as you huff a laugh at that revelation. Your mouth hangs open, the corners of it tugging into a smile as you begin laughing, “What? Eunji?”

He nods, “The moment he realized we were hanging out, he wanted me to ask you to set him up with her…” he takes one hand off the wheel and rubs the back of his neck. “I told him I wouldn’t do that, that it wasn’t fair to put you in that position…”

“To play cupid?”

He nods, “Mhm.”

“You could’ve…”

He raises an eyebrow at you as you add, “Eunji has had the biggest crush on Jungkook all semester long…” You laugh to yourself. “I even thought about asking you if it was rude to ask you for his number for her but she insisted I didn’t…She didn’t want to make our friendship weird.”

He looks over to you, then down to the kimbap in your hands, “Can I have one?”

“Mhm.” You carefully unwrap part of it to make it easier for him to eat as she smiles. “Here.”

He takes it from you, biting into it eagerly. You’re both quietly eating as he keeps driving.

“So, without meaning to, we've left them to meet and get to know each other…”

You smile, “Eunji is so charming they’ll have a date planned by the time we get back, I guarantee you…”

Yoongi snorts, “You think so?”

“I’m willing to bet money.” You sound so confident, amusing him as he nods.

“Okay, I’m a smart enough guy to know that I am definitely losing this one.” He’s laughing while taking another bite. “How long have you all known each other?”

“Mhm?”

“Hwayoung and Eunji.”

“Oh! Well, I met both of them during our first year and they were my first roommates, and I was new to Seoul so they helped me get out of my shell.” You smile, reminiscing over your first year of friendship with your girls. “We decided to stick together and here we are…”

“They’ll kill someone for you I bet.”

“We do have a plan if the need arises.” You’re grinning as he snaps his head to glance at you, shocked. “I’m kidding! Jeez, your face was priceless!”

You both fall into a comfortable silence as you play radio DJ, looking out the window as you hold his phone in your hands. You’re smiling, watching the beautiful sunny day as you cross the bridge to your destination. You feel the device in your hands buzzing a couple of times, not daring to look down and invade his privacy as you lift it towards him.

“I think you’re getting some messages.”

He briefly glances at you, “Can you check that for me? Might be the guys. Password is 0411.”

You bring the phone back to your lap while still staring at him like he’s grown two more heads, “What?”

“Can you please check who texted?” His eyes wrinkle, clearly amused at your shock.

You do as he asks, unlocking his phone to check his messages. When you open the messages app you’re met with a small amount of text conversation, but the most shocking thing to you is that your conversation is pinned right at the top next to his parents and Namjoon. You smile softly as you glance down to spot Hoseok’s message.

“It’s Hoseok.”

“What did he say?”

You read the message, “Uh, he’s asking if we want to have fried chicken later on after we’re all done?”

He nods, “Yeah, if that’s okay with you?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

He shrugs, “Because I’m assuming we’ll be eating it at yours, and that you might not be ready for me, or us, I mean, to come into your space…” he’s stumbling over his words near the end there, making you smile.

“I’d be mad if you didn’t stay.” You look down to the phone but quickly back to him. “Can I tell him we’d love to buy you food for helping?”

He’s about to protest but you cut him off, “Oppa, I’m gonna be so mad if you even think of saying I don’t have to because I know I don’t, I know we don’t but I, I mean, we’re like that. So, let us buy you guys fried chicken and beer–”

“You don’t drink…”

You laugh, “I’ll get myself some Cola…” you relax against the seat, “Okay? So, after all this, please stay, you and your friends, with us to have some chicken. On us. As a thank you.”

Yoongi looks like he’s considering for a moment but he knows he’s lost this battle, “Text him.”

You start laughing and he sighs loudly, making your belly hurt when you laugh even more, “Okay..”

Yoongi [9:47 AM]: Hoseok, it’s me. Yoongi Oppa is driving, but yes, let’s have fried chicken absolutely. It’s on me and the girls. As a thank you for helping us out! (smiling emoji)

You shut the phone again, smiling to yourself at how flustered you both get around each other. You look at the satellite navigation and realize how close you are, “Oh, we’re almost there.”

“Yeah, we are.”

When you return to your apartment it’s nearly noon and you’re both getting hungry again, but rather than eat, all six of you very carefully bring your new pride and joy up those horrible flights of stairs. You have never sweat so much in your life, panting as you watch Hoseok and Jungkook bring up the last piece. Standing at the bottom of the stairs you crouch and take a moment to breathe.

“You good?” Hwayoung asks, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

You’re nodding, looking up, “Yeah, I don’t think I need to work out this week is all.”

She laughs, looking around as if to make sure you’re alone, “So, how did it go with you-know-who?”

You immediately start feeling timid, “It went good. It was nice. He’s a good driver.”

She smacks you over the head, “Yah! You know that’s not what I’m asking!”

“Ouch!” You rub the back of it. “It went fine. The wife thought Yoongi and I were a couple buying the couch, kept…kept calling us cute…”

She starts giggling and kicking her feet, “Oh my god, I wish I was there to see your little face getting all shy!” She reaches over to pinch your cheek as you swat at her.

“You’re such an ass sometimes.” You tease, shaking your head. You look up again and huff, “He even played into it too. I was so embarrassed, I was sure he would have caught on…”

Hwayoung confidently shakes her head, “Naaaah. I’m sure he doesn’t think he could ever be so lucky to have a girl like you even think of him that way.”

You scoff, “Don’t put me on a pedestal, that’s weird.”

“I’m your best friend, of course I’ll put you on the highest of pedestals…”

You wearily stand up, every muscle in your body sore from all the moving and lifting, “You’re sweet, I love you.” You walk to hug her, sagging your entire body against hers.

You hear footsteps behind you, Hwayoung gently tapping your hip to alert you as you remove yourself from her arms. You turn around to face Yoongi who has his hands shoved in his pockets, looking between both of you.

“We’re done upstairs. The guys wanna go get food but we were gonna go back home,” you perk up, concerned, “and we were gonna come back to have that fried chicken…We just all really want showers.” He laughs softly, earning one out of you too. He senses the relief in your body as you shift on your feet. Oh god, he could absolutely tell you were worried he was leaving and not returning.

“Yeah, yeah, no that makes sense. I mean,” you turn to your friend, “gives us a chance to do the same.” You tuck a loose strand behind your ear.

And just like that, you all agree to meet a few hours from now.

You can’t quite believe the setting at this moment.

You’re sat on the ground in your living room, leaning against your brand new couch as Jungkook and Hoseok are dancing around the room, laughing and making everybody laugh. Hwayoung and Euni are matching their energy, making the entire evening a hundred times better.

You glance across the table to Yoongi who is sitting cross-legged, arms crossed over his chest hiding either amusement or embarrassment behind his bangs. He looks so good. He’s dressed extremely casual. A pair of black sweat pants and a black hoodie. Really nothing to write home about but because it’s him? So much to write home about.

He meets your eyes and smiles at you.

This entire night you’ve been giving each other little smiles, looking away the moment you caught the other looking. He’s been getting you sodas whenever yours runs out or gets you more chicken when your plate is empty. He’s considerate and pays attention.

But your friends, and new friends, are having so much fun. But you are also getting overwhelmed and overstimulated by it all. Your social battery tends to die down far quicker when you have to think too much about how you are perceived. It’s a day to day worry for you.

You calmly clean up the empty boxes of fried chicken, making sure there’s at least less of a mess for later but you know they’re all drinking, dancing and singing, and it will most likely last for a few hours. You don’t mind it, you can usually go to your room and your friends just understand when you start cleaning and slip away.

Which is what happens.

You don’t mean to, but you’re spent and you are quite honestly overthinking.

You think nobody notices when you go to your room, leaving the door ajar just so you’re not being completely anti-social, you know?

You go to your en-suite bathroom because yes, you are lucky to have one and you thank your friends all the time that they let you have it. You grab some sweatpants and a sweater, remove your makeup and brush your hair. You take a good look at your own self in the mirror and smile, shaking away the mildly self-deprecating thoughts as you head back out to your room.

You are walking to your bed when you hear the faintest knock amidst the karaoke going on in your living room.

“Come in…”

The door creaks gently, a tuft of black hair poking through to reveal Yoongi as he meets your eyes. He’s waiting for your permission to let him in, because he would never dare assume he could. You nod, crossing your arms over your chest as he fully steps in and he hesitates to shut the door but does so.

You breathe out in relief, “Loud out there.” You remark. “They’re having fun?”

He nods, facing you but his eyes are dying to explore your bedroom, “Yeah, too much maybe…” he laughs, “You were right by the way. Jungkook said Eunji asked him out on a date.”

You don’t even look surprised, no. You look pleased at your friend’s confidence.

“I figured…” You watch him, chewing on your lower lip. “You can look around. I’ve got nothing to hide…”

He exhales, taking a few more steps inside to wander as he looks from wall to wall. He doesn’t rush the process. He delicately takes his time looking at every inch of your room, and you stand there watching his back as he learns you. Is he psychoanalyzing me? You don’t think you’d even mind. It seems to be a Yoongi thing to do. He learns people without talking.

Because sometimes you tell more of a story when you’re not talking.

You stand still in the middle of your room, over-analyzing every inch of your belongings as you wonder what everything says about you. What can Yoongi see.

Too many books, for one.

“How many books do you think you have?”

Fuck, seriously?

“Uh,” you’re nodding, and you should know an actual answer to this because you do, “I don’t think I know, too many that’s for sure. Too many for my bookshelves.” You laugh nervously.

He finally turns to you, standing taller, “You okay? You uh, you left pretty quick…”

The question, you don’t know why, catches you off guard as you nod, “Yeah, my social battery for being around people, new people especially just…depleted…”

He steps towards you a little more, “Should I go?”

“No,” you shut your eyes, because you absolutely said that too quickly, “I mean, no. You can stay.”

You notice the space between the two of you growing smaller and smaller, and soon enough you are almost toe to toe or chest to chest. You make the simple mistake of looking up to him and he’s already staring at you.

You look from his eyes and briefly glance to his lips before down to your feet, “Have I said thank you for helping?”

His voice is hoarse, it’s strained from…what? “A couple of times…”

“Good, I just wanted to make sure I had, y’know–” you gasp when you feel his hand wrap around yours.

You look up at him and there is no denying it. He’s looking directly at your lips and there’s no more questioning it. It’s not one sided.

Min Yoongi most likely feels the same way you do.

You feel the way his fingers gently ply yours apart, some of them wrapping around yours as you suddenly feel his breath on your cheeks. Oh god, when did he get so, so close?

You watch the way his eyes search yours, again looking for anything to indicate to him that you want this and you can’t help but wonder how long it will take him because you do want this. Terribly so.

You reach up on your tippy toes, his fingers tightening around your hand and pulling you closer. You finally think this is it, the moment where you get to know what kissing Yoongi is like.

But sometimes you can’t always get what you want.

“Unnie!!”

It’s Eunji, and both of you pull apart, facing the door as it opens with Eunji and Jungkook at the door.

“We’re gonna go out for drinks, do you wanna come?”

She must be so drunk to not realize who she’s talking to but it’s Yoongi who speaks, “She doesn’t drink.”

You’re shocked but you’re more distracted by the hand he was and is still holding behind your back, squeezing your tangled fingers in reassurance, “I’ll stay in, I think…”

Jungkook looks at Yoongi, “You coming?”

You know he has to go, because otherwise there are going to be questions. Questions that neither of you are ready to answer. Because neither of you have actually processed anything. There is so much that happened in so very little time.

“Yeah, let’s go.” He let’s go of your hand, stepping around you and as he’s about to step out he looks back to you, ��Talk later?”

You hum, and nod. And just like that he leaves you.

And you’re alone in your apartment with all of your thoughts.

6 PM to 11 PM has been pure torture.

You haven’t slept a wink.

Everyone has been gone for hours and yet you’re still by yourself at the apartment, lying in your bed staring at the ceiling contemplating what’s next.

Buzzing. Your phone buzzing is what’s next.

You reach out to it so fast, it falls to the ground and you fear for it until you grab it. Your face freezes but your heart jumps in anticipation at Yoongi’s text on the screen.

Yoongi [11:12 PM]: You okay?

How do you answer that?

How do you explain that his being that close to you has nearly reduced you to pieces? That you wish you had locked your door. That you could stay in that moment with him.

Fear rises in your chest, but it also becomes your inspiration. Your courage.

Being honest with yourself means being honest with him.

You [11:14 PM]: Being honest?

You [11:17 PM]: I thought you were gonna kiss me in my room.

And you shut your phone, eyes squeezed shut. Shit, shit, shit.

And just as quick as the text is sent? Your phone buzzes with a phone call.

And the caller ID? Yoongi.

With little hesitation, and anticipation, you answer, “Hi?”

“Hi…” his voice is strained, and he’s breathing heavily.

You both stay silent on the line with only both of your breathings being the only thing heard you settle in that silence. You relish the moment before everything changes. Because as hopeful as you may be? He could very well want something different.

“I nearly did.”

Your heart jumps, “What?”

“Kiss you.” Your heart jumps. “I nearly did. I…I still want to.”

A/N: Here it is! They've almost kissed and there is no more denying for them. I hope you enjoy this, things are gonna get moving soon! :D

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