HAPPY VALENTINES DAY MY LOVELIES!

(Yoongi)

Yoongi was pumped for the date. Well not exactly pumped since, you know, that seemed desperate.

Over the moon? Yes

Nervous? Yes.

Excited? Yes.

Pumped? No.

After a while of Hoseok blushing and denying and whatnot, he admitted that he had no place he could take the older to, making the elder laugh hysterically. Really, it could be anywhere, if Hoseok was with him. Then why was he fretting?

Even if the comment made Hoseok's adreline work overtime, he insisted inbetween stuttered breaths that he wanted it to be special and Yoongi had just grinned up at him.

Suddenly realization seemed to dawn in his face as the younger suddenly had an epiphany for a great date. He had all but rushed out with a 'wear something comfortable! At 8pm' Leaving Yoongi to be bewildered and mildly pissed at the younger's sudden absence.

But the sudden thought of what the fuck to wear, had Yoongi sprinting out of the park, right after Hoseok. He didn't see the younger anyways after he sprinted out towards his apartment. That didn't worry him though, he would see him later in the evening anyways.

Back at home, Yoongi was this close to have mental breakdown. He had never felt this frustrated over something trivial. And that fact frustrated him more.

Perfect. Frustrated by frustration.

He tugged at his pale hair, worrying over his bottom lips as he paced around and figured out what to wear for the date. Every pair of jeans and shirt or jacket he went through felt either over won, underdressed or overdressed.

Yes, Hoseok had told him to dress comfortably but YoongI's idea of comfortable included overlarge basketball shorts(not an options since it would how off his skinnier than a girl's legs) and sweatpants, maybe with an overlarge shirt with some kind of cynical quote.

Literally what he wore everyday, which was absolutely boring.

He wanted to surprise Hoseok. Like, Yeah bitch, I can look hot.

But How?!

A frustrated scream tore out of his throat as his spiraling thoughts brought no fashion discoveries.

In complete desperation he wondered if he should call Jungkook for help. But then he decided against it, because he knew the endless number of question that was going to be bombarded with and the annoying amount of teasing he was going to receive when he found out. And besides, it wasn't like the younger had a better fashion sense than him. Jungkook's idea of fashion consistently consisted of white shirt, jeans and brown timberlands.

Who else..? He wondered out loud going through his immensely small social circle.

Yoongi's features suddenly lightened up as he thought of his other curly haired dongsaeng.

Fingers fast, he dialed her number and breathed in relief as the call was answered after a couple of rings.

"Oppa," The girl on the other end started, dragging out the vowels like a child, not bothering with common greetings or mannerisms. "I'm busy memorizing my lyrics."

"Its urgent." Yoongi said worrying that she wouldn't have any time for him. "Cant you come over?"

"Are you in the hospital?" the girl screeched from the other end after a pause.

"No!"

"Then what is it oppa?" The barely underlying annoyance in the usually sweet voice of his donsaeng mad Yoongi speak fast.

"ItsUmafashionemergency" He rushed out, cheeks burning in humiliation. Half hoping that she didn't understand what he said and half hoping that she did understand, so that Yoongi wouldn't have to say it again.

"Did you just say fashion emergency?" Her voice was disblieveing. Maybe Jungkook was the better option.

"U-uh"

"My sister speaks like this. I swear to god." She mumbled making Yoongi scrunch his eyebrows together. He had heard about this sister but the girl had never come around to talk about her or introduce her fully.

"Coffee?" she asked.

"Coffee."

"I'm coming." She continued exasperatedly before hanging up.

He sighed in relief before plopping down on his bed. His thoughts wandered off to the the raven haired boy and he found himself unconsciously smiling. Lost in his thoughts, he only came out of his reverie when the clock struck four in the evening.

He got up sighing, craving some caramel macchiato. When was that girl even coming?

As if summoned by his thoughts, the doorbell rang.

"Hello, its me." The voice from behind the door sang in an almost perfect impersonation of Adele making Yoongi chuckle and walk upto the door to open it.

"Hey there, Oppa." The girl sings sweet honey like personality literally oozing from her as she walks in, her arms laden with two large coffee cups.

"Yeah yeah. Help." Yoongi says shortly, taking the coffee cup meant for him. He went through the traditional process of looking what name she had given to the barista this time. Jungkook and her always came up with creative and endearing nicknames for Yoongi whenever they brought coffee.

"Min PD, huh?" Yoongi asked raising an eyebrow at the female who was now stretching like a cat against his couch.

"That's so creative." Yoongi breathed a sarcastic laugh even though secretly liked the nickname.

"Gimme a break." The girl whines kicking her feet up in the air adorably. "I couldn't think of anything with all the shit training that my company is putting through."

The mumbled confession made Yoongi frown slightly and take in the younger's appearance once more.

As willowy as she was, the girl's bones seemed to stick out even more today, dark circles underneath her eyes and stress lines on her forehead. What surprised and worried Yoongi was her frazzled barely put together outfit.

She usually took outmost care in her clothes and hair. She was one of those people who thought that impressions mattered and clothes mattered for self confidence. She even nagged Yoongi and Jungkook for their bland if not next to nothing taste in fashion.

And there she was in, sloppy outfit that the Lisa he knew wouldn't even think of putting on. Her hair was thrown into a tight and messy ponytail. Not even the intentional messy one she donned on most days, this ponytail looked like it was finger combed and it several not so cute curls were poking out.

"Stop psychoanalyzing me based on my appearance." She mumbles despite having her eyes closed.

Yoongi says nothing.

"I can feel you worrying from here." An eye peeks open "Stop it. I'm fine."

"Are you happy?" Yoongi suddenly asks, feeling a bit like déjà vu as he remembers Hoseok asking him the same thing.

"Yes." There is no hesitation and Yoongi smiles.

"Then its all good." He whispers into the comfortable silence that has now descended upon them.

"You've changed." Lisa admits quietly.

Yoongi chuckles into his coffee as he tries not to think the cause of his change.

"You've like calmed down-" Lisa begins but is cut off mid speech by Yoongi.

"Like?"

"You know?There was this gloomy aura that seemed o surround you before like you were never satisfied with anything in your life and now suddenly your words are light and you don't have that brooding expression anymore." Lisa rambles, hands whirling through the air as she tries to get the point across.

Her soft rambling makes Yoongi wonder just how much he underestimated Lisa's insight of a person.

"Yeah I get it." Yoongi says quietly.

There's a soft pause, before Lisa scrambles into sitting position.

"So fashion emergency." She grins mischievously.

Yoongi internally groans as she squeals loudly and walks into his bedroom from across the hall. Yoongi waits for another large squeal and is not disappointed when the sound pierces through the air, leaving Yoongi's ears ringing as he walks into his bedroom.

"You have such nice clothes. Ohmygod." She smiles cheekily with her hand on her hand.

"Aish Stop it. You know that you chose the clothes for me, making me pay for these ridiculously high pried shit." Yoongi grumbles plopping down on his bed and splaying out like a starfish, waiting for Lisa to do her job.

He gets a soft sing song response of I know, I know from Lisa before she rummaged through the closet.

"Alright. Spill." Lisa said as she continued to harass his wardrobe.

"Spill what?" Yoongi frowned in confusion.

Lisa froze and slowly turned back toward Yoongi.

"You have never asked for fashion advice before. Even for company parties and dinners. What made you do it now?"

Yoongi blinked.

"Its nothing. I just felt like it." Yoongi said smoothly after a beat of hesitation.

And Lisa would've probably believed him if it not for the color painting his pale cheeks.

Lisa narrowed her eyes before nodding, not believing but not exactly intruding either. Yoongi sighed in relief as she resumed her assault on his wardrobe.

So lost in his day dreams and fantasies of first date with Hoseok, he didn't hear Lisa call him until she was shaking his shoulders.

"U-um Yeah sorry, did you say something?" Yoongi asked still dazed from suddenly being brought out of his reverie.

"I'm asking you whether your date gave you any specific instructions on how to dress." Lisa says.

"Yeah. He said to wear something comfortable." Words are out Yoongi's lips before he can process what he said.

It is the inhumanly loud squeal that Lisa gives that makes you think twice about his reply.

Oh fuck.

"You got a BOYFRIEND?" Lisa screeches loudly enough that Yoongi's now sure that his eardrums are bleeding.

"Answer me Oppa!" She's a hyperactive kid jumping around like a little kid trying to contain her happiness.

"Uh huh." Yoongi replies intellectually.

Used to his grunts and lack of words, she takes it as an affirmative and she jumps around even more, her squeals amplified to another level.

"Please quit squealing." Yoongi pleads with his hands against his ears. This is what exactly what he was afraid of happening.

She jumps to a stop in front of his splayed form, mouth stretched in a grin from ear to ear as she climbs on top of him.

"Stop being indecent." Yoongi gasps out trying to wrestle her off him as she straddles his abdomen, his breath whooshing out suddenly due to the sudden weight.

She snorts loudly before lifting her weight of him and leaning on her elbows, her face incredibly close.

"You are so gay, you're Yoongay." She smirks down at him, thick curly hair falling around her face

"Yeah, yeah whatever." Yoongi admits, not bothering to correct her by saying that he's Bi. It wouldn't matter to that stubborn piece of shit.

"So you found an outfit or what?" Yoongi asks lazily after pushing her off him and chuckling after hearing her distressed whine. He then resumes his starfish position as he stares at the ceiling.

"Maybe." Lisa mutters, climbing off the bed and walking over to the wardrobe again.

"When is your date?" Lisa asks suddenly.

"Around 8pm." Yoongi mutters, already half asleep.

"What." Lisa yells suddenly. "We don't have much time! Go get washed already!" Lisa exclaims as she tries to pull Yoongi's scrawny body from the bed.

"Nooooo." Yoongi whines trying to get back into bed but Lisa is insistent.

"You wont be ready in time!"

"It just 5 fucking pm Lisa!"

"Exactly."

"I wanna sleeeeep." Yoongi pouts at her. Normally his pouts would melt Lisa's heart but not this time.

"I swear to god Oppa, get your pale ass to that shower now!"

Yoongi freezes at the cuss word falling from her mouth. He had never heard Lisa swear or shout like this before.

"Please?" Lisa goes back to her usual sweet and polite behavior in a matter of seconds, almost giving Yoongi a mental whiplash.

"Don't you wanna look pretty for him?" Lisa pouted up at him as he finally gets up from the bed.

"Y-yeah." He said looking at the adorable midget.

"Well then go shower." Lisa says sweetly again but her narrowed eyes dared Yoongi to refuse. And Yoongi didn't have the strength to try her newly discovered temper again.

Yoongi complied, dragging his feet against the floor and muttering under his breath like a scolded child.

When the door to the washroom, finally closes in the slowest way possible, Lisa lets out a breath.

"Fuck, He's whipped."

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GUYS,

HOSEOK IS DOM IN REAL LIFE. I saw this video which was like a compilation of his dom nature and it OPENED MY EYES.

Yoongi is a savage sub. Or maybe a switch maybe, I dunno BUT HOSEOK IS A DOM, FIGHT ME.

-Forever single (but I have seven Korean MEN SO WHO CARES?),

-authornim.