AND WHO IS YOUR DATE FOR TONIGHT?

- in which yoongi's manager sets up a deal for you to be yoongi's date to the AMAs

"Min Yoongi is in there?" You question in utter disbelief, apologising with a laugh when your manager scolds you for being too loud. She adjusts her suit with a nod, giving you a quick once over as she parts her pale pink painted lips to speak.

While you're pretty famous yourself, you know for a fact that you simply pale in comparison to the pure talent that he possesses.

"Yes, his manager and I spoke over the phone the other day about an offer they had for you. I knew that you were a big fan of his work so I thought I'd here them out," she explains with a small smile, watching fondly as your features light up, your arms wrapping around her middle as you squeeze tightly.

"Okay, okay," she laughs, somehow managing to pry you off her. "Let's go inside."

Taking a deep breath, you slip your hand onto the door knob and twist it, making sure you have a dazzling smile on your face. Almost immediately, you're greeted by someone who you assume to be his manager, his face flushed as he bows in respect towards you and your manager. You return the respectful gesture with one of your own, politely thanking him for inviting you.

You allow your eyes to scan over the room, your wide orbs immediately landing on Yoongi, his thin lips pulled into a frown as he lowers his head at you in acknowledgment. Your cheeks heat up despite the slight hostility as you, once again, return the gesture.

"Lovely to have you both here," his manager nervously starts, chuckling as he tucks a strand of hair long behind his ear, looking expectantly in between you, the quiet male sitting beside you and your straight faced manager. Yoongi keeps his head low, his dark and curly low hanging hair covering his slim eyes as he sighs, cheeks puffing out cutely.  He feels your gaze on him and flicks it up, narrowing his eyes on you as you sheepishly gulp and look away.

You send your manager a look of helplessness, glancing warily at Yoongi's manager who stands at the front with a lopsided smile.

"Anyway, we brought you two together to discuss an opportunity that will bring both your record sales up, guaranteed," his manager explains, motioning towards a meaningless graph projecting onto the wall. You nod encouragingly, swallowing thickly as the man lifts his head up curiously, eyes wide as he studies every inch of the graph, muttering words you wish you could hear under his breath.

"And what do we have to do?" He asks, his voice holding so much passion despite the question itself being bland. Each word that falls from his mouth strikes a different cord in you and although, these words hold no significant meaning whatsoever, you can't help but feel the raw emotion coming from them.

Perhaps that's what happens when you've been rapping for so long, you wonder to yourself, a small smile tugging your lips up.

"I was hoping you'd ask that," his manager chuckles goofily, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his middle finger as he smiles. "Both you, Yoongi, and Y/N are set to be attending the American Music Awards. My plan is to have the both of you go together and boom! Once the photos are up, your names will be everywhere."

Yoongi nods, cautiously looking over at you to catch your reaction. You sit there with a warm smile, having no problem with the plan or its benefits. Your manager seems pretty pleased with it too. His manager stands at the front, smiling proudly at the seemingly positive reaction he's getting.

"We're in," your manager announces, looking at you for confirmation. You offer the table a nod and hold your hand up politely, chuckling when his manager quickly asks you to speak.

"I'd just like to make it clear that I'm not doing this for the rise in popularity. I've heard about many people getting roped into scandals like these so you've heard it here, from me in person, that I am doing this because I think it would be fun to go with Yoongi to the show," you explain carefully, your manager's proud smile enough to make you feel good about what you just said.

"After all, this can only happen if Yoongi agrees to it," you continue, flashing the man a toothy grin as he rolls his eyes playfully, sticking his hand out for you to shake.

"I'm in."

*

Smoothing down the small wrinkles on your dress, you sigh as the night air sends a wave of goosebumps down your arms, immediately regretting your outfit choice. To while away the time, you turn to admire Yoongi's house, finding the two story building sophisticated in a casual way. You're so immersed in the design that you don't even notice all the lights turn off as Yoongi makes his way down the driveway.

"Hey," he breathes, mouth falling open when you jump in surprise, hands flying to your mouth in shock. It's silent for a few seconds before he starts chuckling, shaking his head fondly as you blush a mad red and slap his shoulder, muttering something about how rude it is to sneak up on people.

"Sorry," he sweetly mumbles before taking a step back to look you up and down, a smile of approval pulling his lips up charmingly. "Wow, you look stunning."

"Thank you," you chirp, looking down to also admire the dress your stylist picked out, the almost baby blue colour of it complimenting your skin well as the length isn't too revealing but enough for it to be appropriate. Looking over at him, you mockingly run your gaze over his outfit, trying your hardest to hide the look of pleasant surprise that wants to make itself home on your face.

"And you look ridiculously handsome," you finally conclude, flashing him a dazzling smile as he scoffs and shyly runs a hand through his pale blue hair. Styling a plain black suit jacket with a white button up and a pair of black jeans was a smart idea as he looks attractive but in a casual way. Laid back would be the best way to describe it, you note as he starts to get a little flustered under your lingering gaze.

"Shall we?" He suggests, motioning to the car with an awkward smile plastered onto his face. Swallowing a laugh, you nod, thanking him when he quickly rushes to open the door for you, joining you in the warmth of the car shortly after.

Yoongi buckles up, rapping his knuckles against the tinted divider in front of him, smiling in satisfaction when the car kicks into gear. You smile gratefully at him and lean back in your seat, hoping to evade the awkwardness inevitably about to settle itself in between the two of you by mindlessly watching the lights of the city outside blur together.

However, your eyes find themselves focusing on the captivating reflection of Yoongi, his head lowered as he fidgets with his hands, his shoulders trembling ever so slightly. You furrow your brows, squinting to get a better look at him, your heart aching when he begins to take a few shaky breaths, nervously angling his head towards you every few seconds.

You don't hesitate in turning to face him, confidently placing a hand onto his shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. "You alright?"

He swallows thickly, offering you an embarrassed nod as he sinks in his seat a little, his hands limply falling to his sides. Soon, he chuckles, lifting his head to meet your gaze, scratching the back of his head with a small smile.

"Sorry, I don't go to these things very often so I'm a little nervous," he admits with a sigh, hoping you don't notice the trembling of his hands as he continues to keep his smile strong. You gush over him as you rub his shoulder in a friendly manner, giggling when he playfully slaps your hand away from him.

"You'll be fine, Yoongi-ah," you reassure, offering him a toothy grin accompanied by a cheesy thumbs up, proud of yourself when he cracks a grin and nods. The remainder of the ride is filled with light conversations about upcoming projects and, of course, personal details. You find yourself relaxing in Yoongi's company; his mere presence making it seem like the two of you have been friends for years.

The car slows to a stop, immediately attracting the attention of all the cameras and reporters waiting just by the entrance to the red carpet. You roll your eyes at their expected behaviour and look over at Yoongi, his eyes wide with worry as he searches for the driver that's about to open his door. You place your hand on top of his and give it a reassuring squeeze, winking at him as he looks up at you with a stiff smile, the door finally opening.

The noise the cameras make is deafening, especially with everyone yelling out Yoongi's name as he stylishly slides out of the car and bows, politely waving at some of the cameras that wish to capture his attention. Grinning, you follow after him, the crowds screams dropping for a few heart stopping moments as they attempt to wrap their heads around your sudden appearance.

You shyly approach Yoongi's side, his arm naturally hooking around your back as his hand resting on your waist in a possessive manner. The screams start up again, the roaring sounds filling you with an odd sense of relief as this attention may mean the success of the plan.

All thoughts of this plan, however, are dismissed the second Yoongi tucks you into his side and begins the long walk down the carpet. You keep your smile present as your heartbeat follows along to the beat Yoongi taps against your waist with his fingertips, his smile small as he poses for the cameras beside you.

A staff member working the show, politely motions towards a reporter that is simply begging to have the two of you over for an entire. Despite looking reluctant, Yoongi nods and changes his course of direction, emotionlessly smiling at the staff member's words of gratitude. Noticing his change in attitude, you place your hand on top of the one on your waist and greet the reporter with a welcoming smile, rubbing slow circles on his knuckles with your thumb.

"How lovely to have you both here," the reporter beams as she enthusiastically turns to the camera. "Now, if you don't know who these two are, then you certainly have an issue. Min Yoongi and Y/N Y/L/N are both rising names in the music industry with both their albums topping the charts earlier this year."

You smile thankfully, bowing your head respectfully towards the camera as the reporter, once again, returns her attention to the two of you. "Pardon me for asking but the fans want to know considering your sudden appearance together, here on the red carpet! Are the two of you dating?"

Yoongi stiffens, his hold tightening on you as you carelessly chuckle, pushing yourself into Yoongi's side a little more. "We both just so happen to be really good friends so when I heard that he was invited, I asked if he would mind if we went together. The answer was that he'd love to go with me so here we are."

The reporter nods approvingly, directing her inquisitive gaze onto Yoongi, his Adam's apple bobbing when he gulps. "Yoongi, does this appearance hint towards a possible collaboration?"

He sighs, smiling charmingly at the reporter as she visibly swoons under his gaze.

"Well, there are no plans for now but Y/N is an amazing artist and I'd certainly be willing to work with her to create something beautiful," he answers honestly, smiling happily when the reporter thanks the two of you for your time and rambles on about sponsors as the two of you take your leave.

"That was great," you praise with a grin as the two of you weave your way through the growing crowd, your heart pounding in your chest upon realising that his hand continues to rest snugly on your waist while your hand holds onto his lovingly.

"You shouldn't expect anything less," he taunts as you two finally make it to the arena entrance, his smile lazy as he, once again, tucks you into his side, the warmth he provides you with familiar and calming in the best way possible.

A few hours, several criticisms on performances and a variety of death glares directed to male celebrities that allow their eyes to linger on you for longer than necessary later and it's time for the two of you to head home.

The car ride is comfortingly silent as you smile to yourself, recent memories of all the fun you had with Yoongi giving you a warm and fuzzy feeling inside. He must be thinking about the same thing too for he sits in his seat with the same look on his face, his eyes gleaming with fondness.

Too quickly for your liking, the car pulls up in your driveway, Yoongi wasting no time in rushing over to open your door, his smile reluctant as you thank him for opening your door with a dimpled grin.

"Thanks for tonight, Yoongi. I had fun," you continue on to say, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he straightens and tilts an imaginary hat in your direction.

"Well, I'm glad," he chuckles, shaking his head as he lowers his hand back down, motioning for you to head inside.

"I'm going," you laugh, sticking your tongue out at him as a proposal washes all logical thoughts out of your mind. "One more thing, though. If you ever need a date, for anything, don't hesitate in calling me. It'd be my honour to accompany you. Goodnight."

"I'll hold you up to that," he yells as you reach your front door, his wave enthusiastic and goofy as you laugh and blow him a kiss, dreamily sighing when the last thing he does is return your air kiss and yell out an adorable wish for you to have a pleasant sleep.

"Ah, Min Yoongi," you sigh, shaking your head as you kick off your heels and stumble up to your room, your smile giddy and childish at the thought of there possibly being something in between you and Yoongi.

For now, you can only hope.