part 4 // wanna try?
series: good bad choices
pairing - stoner!yoongi x good girl!reader
genre - fluff
word count - 3.7k
warning - marijuana usage, being high, yoongi being a cutie
author’s note - i’d like to preface this with saying this is mainly based off of my experiences while smoking/being high, smoking does affect everyone differently. please be safe when smoking and be sure you’re of age.
As much as you loved Jungkook, he was going to owe you big time for this. You lost him somewhere in the crowd, promising to not let your hand go as you weaved through the sea of people in the frat house. Somewhere in between the front door and the kitchen, he had let go of your hand; leaving you to fend for yourself. You knew it wasn’t on purpose, but with so many people in the house, it felt nearly impossible to find your friend. You searched all throughout the first floor, every bathroom, every corner, you could barely manage to even pick him out of the crowd.
Sighing in defeat, you decided to maybe hide away until Jungkook texts you or the party ends. You remember setting a staircase earlier, considering the amount of people downstairs, you figured the upstairs might be a bit less packed. To which you were correct, there were a few people upstairs. Walking past them, you went to the last room in the hall and opened the door.
What greeted you were two guys sitting on the bed, immediately looking to the opened door. The one with bleached hair pulled a glass object from his lips as him and his friend took you in; your face felt like it was burning under their gaze.
“Can I help you?” Smoke left his lips as he spoke.
“Sorry- I just-, I was looking for a place to hide. .” You chuckled nervously as you brushed hair out of your face. “Sorry, I’ll leave you alone.” You go to turn back out of the room when the guy stops you.
“You’re more than welcome to stay in here,” he said, nudging his friend to agree with him.
“Yeah, long as you’re chill with us smoking in here.” The dark haired man gestured to the object in the other’s hand. You squint at the glass piece in his hand, making out the curved edges of a pipe, smoke still emitting from it. You purse your lips in thought for a moment, do you stay in the room where apparently the stoners were or return to the crazy party and be alone?
“Okay,” you responded, shutting the door. As you approached the two men, you watched as the blonde handed his friend the pipe and lighter. He took a deep inhale as he lit the substance in the bowl, pulling away and blowing out a large puff of smoke. You must’ve had an intrigued look on your face as the dark haired one held the pipe out to you.
“You want a hit?”
The question had you stop dead in your tracks. You’ve never smoked before. Hell, you’ve never been offered anything before! Would you have to pay them back if you said yes? Would they pressure you if you said no? Would they-
“Ignore him, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” The blonde dismissed his friend’s offer for you.
“Okay,” you nodded, standing awkwardly before them.
“You can sit down,” He offered, pointing to the chair next to the bed.
“Right,” you let out a nervous chuckle, sitting down in the desk chair. Settled in the chair, you glanced up to see the blonde guy was still staring at you. “Hi. .” You said softly, not sure what else to say to the guys you had their smoke session interrupted.
“I’m Yoongi, by the way,” the blonde introduced himself, “and that’s Seokjin.” He cocked his head to the other guy, as he gave you a closed mouth smile and a wave.
“Y/N,” you responded as you took in the two guy that were seated on the bed still. If you were being honest, you were slightly intimidated; having walked in on them smoking and never been around stoners your entire life. Not to mention how attractive they both were. You were slightly surprised to see them alone up here, didn’t people usually smoke weed in large groups? Your knowledge is limited to stereotypes of what you’ve seen on TV, having no friend that has ever smoked the devil’s lettuce.
“Whatcha hiding from? Boyfriend?” Yoongi asked as he laid back on the pillows, arms crossed behind his head.
“No, uh. Parties aren’t really my thing,” you confessed, fiddling with the loose string that hung on your sleeve.
“Then why are you here?” Seokjin scrunched his brows as he placed the pipe and lighter on the bedside table, obviously confused. Why would a person who doesn’t like parties be at a party. It didn’t really make sense.
“My friend wanted to come; he wanted to try and talk to a guy. . But I uh, lost him.” You explained bashfully, looking up to see Yoongi still with his full attention on you. “So I decided to hide in a room and wait for him to text me or until the party ends, either way I just wanted out of that crowd.”
“Yeah, frat parties tend to get crowded real fast.” Seokjin sighed as he stood, “I’m gonna head back out though. Gotta get back to business, you coming Yoongs?” He glanced to Yoongi, who was still laid back on the bed.
“Nah, I’ll stay here,” he waved off his friend as Seokjin made his way towards the door, “might keep Y/N company.” Yoongi’s eyes locked with yours, asking a silent question if that was alright with you. You answered his question with a nod, and you both turned to look back at the older guy who was already at the door to the room.
“M’kay,” he shrugged as he opened the door. “Feel free to smoke more, if you want.” Pointing back to the bedside table. “And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do though!” He called out as he shut the door. As if your face couldn’t get any redder, your eyes jerked to Yoongi who threw a pillow at the closed door.
“Fucker!” He shouted as Seokjin’s footsteps slowly faded away into the deep base of the music. Yoongi rolled his eyes as he turned his attention back to you. “Sorry about him,” he huffed, “he doesn’t know when to stop sometimes.”
“I can see that,” you let out a breathy chuckle. The two of you fell into a bit of an awkward silence, merely watching each other, waiting for someone to start talking. Taking a deep breath, the thick scent of marijuana finally hit you. “Oh, wow it stinks in here.”
Yoongi let out a toothy grin, gums showing and all and you swear you’ve never seen a smile as cute as his. “Yeah, shit’s pretty dank. Sorry about that,” he scratched the back of his neck as he moved to completely face you, his legs dangling off the edge of the bed, “it’s not too bad when you get used to it through.”
“And how are you suggesting I get used to it?” You raised a brow at him and you watched as the realization of what he had insinuated washed over him.
“Wait, wait, wait, no-” He waved his hands in front of him, as if he was trying to erase the words he spoke. “-that’s not what I meant. I’ve just gotten used to it, so I don’t notice it. I wasn’t trying to pressure you or anything!”
You laugh as he attempts to make himself clear, “It’s okay. I got what you meant. . kinda.” The tension leaves his body at your words, feeling more at ease that you didn’t take offense to his slip up. Silence fills the room again, wanting to keep conversation going, you start talking. “Actually, what is it like?”
“What’s. . .smoking like?” He pursed his lips at your question.
“Yeah, I’ve never been exposed to it,” you said, “plus all my life I had that ‘drugs are evil’ narrative shoved down my throat, so I’m a little curious as to what it’s actually like.” You shrugged.
Yoongi eyed you tentatively, before speaking, “Alright, anything specific you want to know about or in general?”
“Uh, general. I suppose?”
“Mkay,” he nodded. “I guess the best way to explain it is it feels like you have no filter anymore, and you feel lighter?” He scratched his head, trying to put words together. “At least for me that is, it’s different for everyone.”
“Okay. .” You mused, if you were being honest, now you were a bit curious. Would it be bad to try? Maybe only just this once? “Could I possibly. . .try it?” Words finally out in the air, you couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed over it. But how else do you approach a practical stranger with weed that you’re slightly intrigued?
“You wanna try?” His words echoing yours. “Is this something you really want to try?” Looking you dead in the eye, was it that serious of an issue?
“Kinda yeah. . .” You looked down, your sleeve thread has suddenly become very interesting again.
“Sorry, I’m just double checking,” he explained, “because I want to be sure you’re gonna be okay.” He leaned back towards the other of the bed, grabbing the stuff that his friend left behind for them. You watched as he set the stuff out in front of him, feeling your gaze, he pat the spot in front of him. “Sit here, makes it easier.”
Quickly, you moved from your warm spot on the desk chair to the cool comforter in front of him. You watched in silence as he explained what everything was and you caught some of it: pipe, bowl, grinder, something about strains. He dumped what was left in the pipe, saying it was mainly ash. As he ‘packed’ the weed into the bowl, he continued to ramble about terminology and other things you didn’t quite catch.
The pipe and lighter in hand, he held it out for you to take. You just stared at the materials in his hands though, not quite sure what to do or how to do it. Probably sensing your confusion, Yoongi let out an airy laugh. “Would you like me to give you a demonstration?”
You felt the tips of your ears burn as you bobbed your head yes.
“Okay,” he said as he held the pipe in his hand to give you a clear idea of what to do. “You hold it like this, keeping sure that the carb is covered,” pointing out the small divot in the glass, “bring the mouthpiece to your lips, and as you light it, you breathe in. While you do so, move your thumb to take it all in.” With all that said, Yoongi did as he instructed and took a deep inhale as the ground up plant glew red. A second later, he pulled away, blowing the smoke away from the corner of his mouth. “Got it?” He held it out for you to take again.
“Yeah, think so.” You said, taking them in your hand. Bringing the piece to your lips, you got ready to light it when Yoongi placed his hands over yours, ceasing your movements.
“Wait.” Gently, he took your thumb and moved it to cover the small hole. “There. Now go.”
With the greenlight from the expert, you lit the bowl and started to pull in. As you made a deep inhale, you felt the smoke burn your throat and your chest as it traveled through your respiratory system. Coughing, you pulled the piece away from your mouth. Yoongi let out a curse as he took the pipe and lighter from you, placing them back on the bedside table before placing a hand on your shoulder and patting you gently.
“Shit. . .” You can hear him mumble as you practically cough your lungs out. The back of your throat burns, and you feel your eyes sting from the smokey air. “Do you want me to get you water?” He asked, you don’t respond other than a couple of frantic nods of your head. Jumping to his feet, he runs out the door to go get you the much needed liquid.
Once your coughing fit subsides, you sit in silence as you wait for Yoongi to return. You could still feel the slight burn at the back of your throat, no matter how many times you tried swallowing saliva, it would persist. Looking down, you pulled on the edge of the comforter. Random questions started to fill your mind. Was this Yoongi’s room? Or was it a random stranger’s? This was a frat party, and Yoongi didn’t look like he’d be part of a frat-
“Found a water bottle.” Your thinking was cut off by said man that was occupying your thoughts as he re-entered the room.
“Who’s room is this?” You questioned as he handed you the unopened bottle.
“Uhh, I don’t know actually. Jin knows him though,” he shrugged as he sat back down next to you. You sort of get what he says as you opened the bottle and start gulping it down. “You feeling better?”
After several seconds of you gulping down the water, you answer. “Yeah, a bit. Thank you.” Giving him a small smile.
“That’s good,” he huffed as he took his spot back down on the bed. “Should’ve known better and gotten water beforehand, seeing how coughing is kinda inevitable the first time around.” You made eye contact with him as he spoke, he had very feline-esque looking eyes. He had a couple moles on his cheek, they were cute. He was cute. “What got you all smiley?”
“Hmm?” You were confused, were you smiling?
Tongue in cheek as he shook his head, his own smile on display. “You’re smiling,” pointing to your face.
“Oh,” you covered your mouth with your hands. No doubt you probably looked like a madwoman, smiling for no reason at all.
“Hey, don’t do that.” Yoongi pulled your hands down from your mouth. “There’s nothing wrong with you smiling. It’s cute, okay?” He locked eyes with you again, wanting to make sure you understood.
You felt your cheeks flush at the compliment. “Okay.”
“Okay.” He let go of your hands, letting them fall onto your lap.
“Okay,” you giggled.
“Okay,” you swear his smile couldn’t get any bigger as he laughed back at you.
That was the tipping point. You started giggling and laughing like crazy, Yoongi joining you in your laughing fit.
“Why are we laughing?” He asked as you fell back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
“I don’t know!”
From then on the two of you were able to carry on easy conversation. You’d talk about your favorite restaurants and orders, the worst movies you’ve ever seen, it felt so easy and comfortable. In fact you got so comfortable, that you moved next to him to lean into him! (“Oh you’re a cuddler, aren’t you?” “Yes, now keep talking about the movie with the dinos and ninjas.”) You don’t know how long the two of you laid there and talked until you felt your eyelids start to grow heavy. It wouldn’t be too bad to just rest your eyes for a few minutes, right? You let your eyes fall shut as Yoongi talked, his deep voice lulling you to sleep. . .
“Hey, Y/N. Don’t fall asleep on me,” he lightly patted your cheek, getting you to stir awake.
“Mm, tired.” You mumbled as you moved to nuzzle into his chest, your arm draped over lightly.
“Okay, but let’s get you home then.” Yoongi said as he moved to sit you up, which only elicited a pout from you. “Come on, don’t be a baby. Don’t you wanna sleep in your own bed tonight?” He asked you as he stood up, pulling you to your feet as well.
“Hmm, I guess,” you muttered as he took your hand and started leading you out of the room. The music was still playing just as loudly as it was before, getting even louder as you started down the stairs back to where the rest of the party was. You were a few feet away from the front door when you saw Jungkook, the sight of him gave you a small burst of energy, you pulled your hand out of your Yoongi’s grasp and ran towards your friend.
“Y/N!” Yoongi hissed as you pushed ahead of him.
“Kookie!” You shouted as you jumped on your friend, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Woah! Y/N? Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you!” Jungkook questioned as he pulled you off of him.
“Y/N, don’t run off like that!” Yoongi huffed as he made his way back to you.
“Who are you?” Jungkook moved to stand in front of you, attempting to create a distance between you and your new friend.
“Jungkook, this is Yoongi. I was hanging out with him upstairs because I lost you.” You giggled as you pushed his shoulder to stand next to the bleach blonde. “He’s gonna take me home.”
“What?! Y/N, are you okay?” He said, going to grab your hand.
“’M fine!” You gave him a sleepy smile, “Just tired.” Jungkook looked from you to Yoongi, who was still standing behind you, silently asking him what was going on.
“She’s high, I’m just going to take her home because she was falling asleep earlier.” He explained as you pulled your hand from Jungkook’s hold to wrap your arms around Yoongi, nodding in confirmation at his story.
His eyes looked like they were going to bulge out of his skull. You being high was not something he ever anticipated, evident by the shock on his face. But he looked to Yoongi and he genuinely seemed to be concerned about getting you home. “Okay. . . You’re gonna be okay?”
He glanced to Yoongi, “I’ll get her home safe. Promise.”
With Jungkook’s approval, you’re safely escorted out of the house and into the cool night. Your hand is snug in Yoongi’s, his thumb rubbing circles on your knuckles as he orders an Uber. Yawning, you close your eyes as you lean into Yoongi. You give him your address and the two of you stand there at the street corner, waiting for the driver. You focus on his voice as he talked about music, he spoke with such passion about it that it warmed your heart.
The car ride is a bit of a blur, you felt your phone continuously buzz in your pocket but you ignored it, pressing the silent button. You wanted nothing more than to fall asleep against Yoongi, but he had other plans. To keep you awake, he’d ask you questions. About your family, pets you’ve had, funny stories about your friends. Anything to keep your brain working. Which worked, you managed to stay awake until the uber driver dropped you off in front of your building.
You were sort of surprised Yoongi still had so much energy, and you were pretty sure he smoked more than you. . .maybe it was a higher tolerance thing, you thought as you both walked into your building.
You both walked into the elevator and he waited for you to press a button, “What floor are you on?” You sigh out the answer and he rolls his eyes at you as he pressed the button. The doors closed and the two of you stood in silence as you waited for your floor. “Come on, sleepyhead. Almost home.” Yoongi nudged you forward after the doors opened. You take the lead and walk down the hallway with Yoongi trailing a step behind you.
When you got to your door, you fished around in the pocket of your jeans to find your key. “Hmm, here it is!” You announced sleepily as you held it out for Yoongi to see.
He just chuckled at you, “Gonna open it or are you gonna camp out here tonight?” He raised a brow.
You stuck your tongue out at him as you struggled to put your key in the lock. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Yoongi cross his arms and lean on the wall. Watching you as you struggled to unlock your door. After several moments of you silently struggling, you finally managed to insert the key. “Ah ha!” You declared proudly.
“Round of applause, you did wonderful.” He gave a small clap as you turned the key and opened the door.
Inside, you kicked off your shoes and made your way towards your room. You could hear Yoongi close your door and follow you to your room. You collapsed on your bed just in time for him to walk in.
“Are you good? Or would you like me to tuck you in?” He laughed as he approached your bed.
“No, I can do it.” You huffed as you pulled your blankets back.
“You’re not gonna change out of your clothes?” He watched as you climbed into your bed and laid your head on the pillow.
“Too tired to care,” you mumbled as you let your eyes start to close. Your pocket started buzzing again. “Mmm,” you groaned as you pulled your phone out. “Take it! I’m asleep.” You held out your phone to Yoongi to take.
“Uh, hello?” He answers the call, he’s silent for a moment before he spoke again “ I’m Yoongi, a friend. . . she’s here. She’s good. Just tired.” He’s quiet again as a small muffled voice comes from the device “Listen man, she’s alright. She’s home safe, I’m about to head out now. . . Aight, bye.” He hangs up and places your phone on your bedside table. “Y/N? You still awake?” You let out a small noise to tell him you’re still conscious, but you don’t speak. “Okay, I’m gonna head out now-”
“Number,” you murmured, cutting him off.
“You don’t have my number,” you pouted. “I wanna talk to you more.”
“I like talking to you too, what’s your number?” His voice is soft and fills your stomach with butterflies. You manage to speak coherent enough for him to get your number down and you feel him ruffle your hair. “Okay, I’m going now.”
“Don’t forget to text mee~” You whined out as he made his way out of your apartment.
“I won’t, good night!” He called out, his voice sounding further and further away.
“Mm, night night Yoongi.” You sighed to yourself as you finally left yourself to be overcome with sleep.
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