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summer bbq (3tan) | myg

title: summer bbq pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongi’s interlude | forfeit | flutter | video call rating/genre: pg13 (18+) ; angst , fluff ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: the summer cookout at your place is fun as hell despite the way you have to avoid yoongi looking like sin incarnate. but when he gets asked an unavoidable question, you suddenly feel exposed. and very, very cold. note: this is a drabble for the three tangerines series! undisclosed whether it’s in the main storyline or not, so it’s a standalone for now. also, this is for the person that sent the first bbq message, the people that also wanted this drabble, 🍰 anon for the belated bday gift, and everyone else that is looking forward to anything 3tan! thank you for digging me out of a creative slump and rejuvenating my spirit fr<3 note 2: i have what you call a... proposition for y’all. at the end. ehehehehe see you on the other side! warnings: …this yoongi is just unfair🥴🥴, language, alcohol consumption, house parties, uhhh some food play sdkjlf, uhhhh lollipops lol, jimin is a little shit, but so is yoongi!!, body worship lmfao, tense situations, angst :((, kissing as a warning uh huh, kitchen as a warning you know how it is, chains :))))), yoongi in a tank, yoongi on the phone lmfao, wet yoongi l o l, just all the yoongi’s i fear, shiv raises some brows..?, there’s some rly cute moments in this :’)), despite all the menace-ry loll drop date: march 27th, 2023, 12:30am est word count: 9.6k💀💀💀

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“Hey, Yoongi’s at the door!”

“Yeah, I got it!”

Putting your mixing bowl down with a clink, you stare out the kitchen for a moment, nerves on high alert.

Before a tiny smirk graces your face.

You didn’t know how anything was gonna play out when you got ready this morning, or if you were even gonna pull this whole thing off.

But with your sibling out of sight? You get to start on offense straight away.

Perfect.

Prepared, you bring your weapon of choice to the door: a spoon, slathered with delicious batter, and your tongue in just a second.

Because if Yoongi’s gonna make your life hard today, who are you to back down without a fight?

As you walk out of the kitchen, you remember the call from this morning, your voice still scratchy from sleep and your brain at twenty percent processing power.

“Morning.”

“How’d you sleep, babe.”

“Mmm.. It’d be better.. If you were here.”

“I feel that. But I’ll be there later.”

You remember pouting slightly, because sleepy you was frustrated that he wasn’t there already and he wasn’t getting the point. And that frustration carried into your next breath,

“I don’t want you to be.”

“Wait, huh?”

The way he laughed so lazily yet so surprised made you bury your face in your pillow.

“Don’t make this harder on yourself, doll.”

“Wha?” That was the first spark that got you awake. “The hell does that mean?”

Smugness dripped into your speaker,

“You’re up now, huh.”

“So mean so early,” you whispered in response, earning another fiendish, low chuckle on the other line. “Bet I could make it harder for you, too.”

There was nothing but silence then, and you didn’t even realize why until you thought back over your words. “...Wait.”

Yoongi’s burst of mirth made you hastily turn the volume down, and you sank into your sheets from embarrassment. “I meant—”

“You always do.”

“No, I meant—I meant toda—goddamn it.”

His joy at your expense was annoyingly contagious, and you had to keep your chuckle to a breathy noise under your covers lest you got too loud.

But you weren’t out of the woods yet. Because Yoongi was determined to make the cookout you were hosting interesting.

“This is gonna be too easy.”

“Hmm?”

With a fucking taunt.

“You’re gonna be easy to break today, baby girl.”

That was the second spark that shocked you awake. “Break how?”

“Uh uh. Guess you just have to find out.”

And that’s when you decided that you weren’t gonna suffer alone. “Not if I break you first.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm.” With newfound determination, your brain kickstarted into gear, and the devious planning for the day began. “Not losing to you.”

“Cute.”

“No rules?”

“Course not.”

“Good.”

“And babe?”

“Hmm?”

You waited, hanging on to his every second of silence with breath held and heart paused.

“Good fuckin’ luck.”

That’s the last thought you recall before you swing the front door open, determined to best this fiend at his own made-up game and win it all shit you might swallow your entire spoon.

…Fuck.

A hat, a tank, and the jewelry you love to hate.

Fucking bullshit.

You were already dreading whatever the hell Yoongi was going to show up in ever since he left you a very cheeky “haha see you soon” text, but nothing could’ve prepared you for what you’re witnessing.

Good thing he has a jacket on, too, or else you would’ve definitely found a whole spoon lodged in your esophagus.

“Hi.”

“Hi...”

When he stares, you can’t help but feel a bit of pride bloom.

Because you aren’t just armed with a spoon.

You also reached for an article of clothing that you knew affected him last time.

Except now, your sundress is a lot more revealing than the last. And it’s very obviously covering your two-piece, a new one that you’re only confident enough to wear because of the man standing at the door.

Well. He could also be staring at your lips still stuck to the—

“Damn, about time!”

Crap.

Your heart skips as you tear your gaze away, stepping aside and letting a very, very nice-smelling opponent walk past you.

Fucking hell, even his cologne is a problem.

Your spoon’s released with a frustrated pop.

In front of you, Yoongi greets your sibling with their usual handshake, and you circle around them to head back into the kitchen, refocusing on all the dishes you planned to cook.

“Sup.”

“Work is shit right now, dude.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ll tell you outside.”

At least you have a distraction for now. If you didn’t have anything to do, your eyes would’ve found plenty of things to focus on.

As your brother leads Yoongi to the backyard, you’re very aware when they get into the kitchen, and you steal a glance at your secret one more time before he passes through.

Goddamn, it only takes a millisecond for him to occupy your brain for hours.

And he didn’t even look at you.

Maybe you’re in over your head.

“Okay, what do we have left,” you start, solely to yourself as music bumps outside. Pointing to all the dishes lined up around your kitchen, you sound them off and make sure you have ingredients for everything that’s left.

You do, but people are already coming through, so you should start clearing counter space.

Hands full, you make your way out, conversation and melodies growing in volume the closer you get. Heat from a fast approaching summer wafts through before you step into the backyard, and you walk over to the pitched up table by the grill,

“Here y’all go.”

“Thanks!” Your brother immediately grabs a bite with his fingers before you tsk at him. “What? They’re clean.”

“Aren’t you touching raw meat?”

“Relax, damn, it’s marinaded already. Got tongs.”

One song flows into the next when you pause, sizzles and fire catching your attention. “Oh. Well, still.”

“Yeah, yeah, I got you. Yoong, how are they looking?”

“Good. Couple more minutes for these then we can throw more on.”

“K. Shiv is about to be here and I think Jimin, too.”

“Yeah, he just texted.”

“Sweet.”

You get caught staring at the rows of meat before heading back inside, and your head snaps up at a subdued chuckle.

What’s that look on Yoongi’s face? He looks way too amused standing next to your brother. “What?”

“Making sure you don’t snatch these before they’re done.”

Rude! “Be for real.”

His brows pinch as his grin slants, and he aims a very rhetorical ask at his grilling buddy, “Does anyone eat in this house?”

“Yes, bitch, next question.”

Your snort shoots out before your lips curve upward, and Yoongi’s hiss of amusement follows as you walk away.

Behind you, your sibling gives a heads up, “Oh, hey, leave the front unlocked. More people are coming.”

“The hell? How many?”

Damn it. You don’t like the sheepish look you get.

“Uhh… A few.”

A few, your ass!

The least your brother could’ve done was tell you straight up how many people were gonna show. Shit, even a ballpark estimate would’ve been fine. You could’ve prepped a lot more thoroughly.

With self-appointed stress on your shoulders, you immediately add four more dishes to the roster, sighing at the added hour of kitchen time.

You’re gonna get his ass.

Because as much as you love hosting and cooking for people, even you have your limits when it comes to making shit. And you’re doing all of this by yourself.

“Whatever,” you whisper to no one as you open the freezer for the fortieth pass, scavenging between bags of popsicles and boxes of frozen breakfast sandwiches. “He’s paying for groceries next time. And we’re getting the good shit.”

But based on all the talk you keep hearing, it seems like the week was long for everyone, so you can deal with the labor if it makes them feel better. With a soft huff, you think that even you yourself can benefit from your cooking at this point.

The only other person’s that could help even more would be…

Side-stepping to peek outside, you notice that the one you’re thinking of is still at the grill, and you want nothing more than to go out there and give him a kiss on his sweaty, smoky cheek.

But a couple things stop you.

The first being that you absolutely will not break, so there’s that. And the second is the person hanging around him, wet hair dripping pool water onto their very exposed chest.

You’ve seen her before, though you don’t remember her name. But if your memory is still decent, she had a thing with your brother before, which the both of them ended somewhat amicably since he didn’t seem phased.

Guess she’s switching targets now.

Sighing, you tear your vision away and focus back on the ingredients waiting for your prep.

You can’t let something like that get to you, especially given all the ways Yoongi’s proven himself.

And given this damn bet.

Focus, focus, focus.

While you cut and dice, you remember how the two of you cooked together the first time. While you wait for another dish to boil, you remember the way he was so playful in his kitchen. Carefree but still meticulous, tired but still willing to help.

Shit, you miss him.

And he’s literally right over there.

Mood slightly sagged, you stir a pot that only has water inside. Again. And again. One more time.

Maybe you both should just—

“Got a sec?”

Your body snaps to attention, and you look back to see Yoongi making his way into the kitchen, sheen on his bare arms putting all shining armor to shame.

Wait, fuck, he took his jacket off? Didn’t he just have it on at the grill?

Hell no, he needs to keep those broad shoulders covered or else you’re really gonna fucking lose. “Not really, but what’s up?”

“Can we, umm...” He sighs, wiping his slick brow with a forearm and letting his words drift off. After a moment, he just stares at you before turning his head to look outside.

And you wait.

And wait.

…Can you what?

While you want to say something, you get distracted as hell. Because sweat just makes him twenty times more enticing, which makes you eighty times more speechless.

But he’s still looking outside, and the whole situation is so weird that curiosity overshadows thirst for three seconds.

Is he caving already?

“Yoongi?”

He blinks and turns back to your awaiting eyes, and what comes out of his mouth is not what you expected in the least,

“Can we borrow the paper towels?”

Ah. Just a normal, logical request.

Makes sense. It’s not like you’re more than friends in real life or anything. Of course this is what he was coming in for.

Why would he ask for anything else right now?

Nodding and totally not disappointed, you answer, “Yeah, sure.”

Fetching the roll from near your sink, you meet him halfway around your island before offering,

“Do you need me to clean—”

Wait what what what—

What?

What is he doing?

Completely frozen, you don’t even realize something being delicately taken from your hand.

Because Yoongi’s standing as close to you as he can.

Leaning on the island with a veiny hand.

And his lips are alarmingly close what the fuck is he doing!

Your eyes dart to the backyard as his voice comes out a devilish whisper, “Give up yet?”

No one can see you no one can see you no one can see you yet.

Your quick seeth is just as potent as you stand your ground, “Hell no.”

“Good,” he rasps into your skin before pulling back, nonchalant while no amount of summer heat can melt your stature.

But his quick laugh snaps you out of it immediately.

“Yoongi—”

“Thanks for these,” he cuts in while making his leave, and you swallow nothing while you watch him lazily walk back out to the grill.

…Did that really just happen?

There are a lot of people here.

Granted, they’re all outside, but still. Someone could’ve seen through the back windows. And he damn well knows that.

Wait, is that why he was watching outside that whole time?

If your brother is paying for your groceries, his best friend is paying for your hospital bills.

Breathless, you find purchase on a counter while your knees give out just a tad. Oxygen takes its sweet time coming back to you, and you feel your chest flutter when you keep staring out the very open back door.

That’s probably the boldest Yoongi has been. Ever.

Because you can’t think of another time he blatantly did something like that with this many people around.

It’s doing things to your heart that have you on the verge of—

“You good?”

The fuck!

You flinch with a tiny mangled yelp, spinning to see your friends behind you. “Oh, shit. Hi.”

While Yuri keeps laughing, Dom repeats herself, “Seriously, you okay?”

“Uh huh, yeah.” You straighten and walk over to hug all of them, thinking it’s cute how each of them dressed up just how you expected. “I just have so much shit to make still.”

Reia’s and Yuri’s eyes widen as they survey the kitchen.

“You’re still cooking?”

“No one’s helping you?”

“Mmhmm. It’s cool, though,” you assure them, knowing you do have a lot more to do but also knowing that’s the burden of being host.

“Babe, you are the only one in the house,” Dom tuts. “They can figure the food situation out themselves, go have fun.”

“But—” When you’re about to say something else, you hear the telltale hisses of water hitting your stove, and you rush to lift the lid off the boiling pot from earlier. “See! We’re fine. I got thi—”

“Go outside,” Reia gently interrupts while Yuri chuckles. “Tell us what you’re making and we’ll do it.”

You glance at Dom, taking her eyebrow raise as a sign to surrender. “I mean, I can stay while y’all help. I just have this and the macaroni left. And the timer is for the cookies in the oven.”

Multiple sounds of confidence bubble up.

“That’s it?”

“We can do that.”

“Go have fun and stop being so diligent.”

And just like that, you’re pulled off duty to enjoy yourself, so you go outside to finally relax.

Completely missing both rolls of paper towels on the table by the grill.

After another half-hour, the backyard is starting to get pretty filled in multiple spaces. While some people are standing in the shaded areas, others are freely basking in the sunshine, a myriad of colors—both in clothing and animated conversation.

You’re grateful as hell for your friends, too, because you definitely needed to move some plants and decor before they were subjected to clumsy people or unaware legs.

A good host, you also started your rounds, making sure everyone either got food or some form of small talk. Which is good anyway, since you need to polish your networking skills for work.

Your brother is already quite incredible at that.

Hence the way he’s already made his way around the backyard, exchanging handshakes and sidehugs and jokes.

While he’s on the other side talking to a few of his business friends, you find yourself by the pool talking with Trish—one of his old classmates and someone that’s lived on your block forever,

“How’s everything been? It’s been awhile.”

“Oh, you know. Bad,” she replies before a sad laugh you both share. “I mean, it’s alright. Just haven’t caught a damn break.”

Taking a sip of your drink, you sigh, sweeping your gaze across the yard and getting caught in the same snag you always do. “Tell me about it.”

God. You’ve seen Yoongi in less than a tank and lived to tell the tale. But for some reason, he looks extra fine with a side of confident today, and that just throws you off every axis imaginable.

“You, too? You seem pretty alright.”

When your demise bends to grab a beer from a cooler, you almost trip over a grand total of two words,

“I do?”

“Mmhmm.” Trish’s lips form a pretty smile before she explains, “Last time I saw you, I could tell you were going through some shit. But like my mom says: your back’s a lot straighter now.”

Huh.

You didn’t even know there was a difference.

Subtly watching the rest of the backyard as an excuse to see Yoongi again, you find a bit of joy in the way he’s slowly smiling while Shiv speaks with his hands, breaking into laughter along with him and showing off a dashing set of teeth.

“I mean…” You trail off, catching a look exchanged between your brother and a very suspicious Park Jimin. “I’m doing a lot better, yeah.”

Your attention is taken by the way Trish slides ringed fingers along the flow of your sundress. “And you’re even showing some skin? Nails done? Telling you, I like this you.”

Half-embarrassed and half-proud, you chuckle. “Is that right?”

“For sure, for sure.” She lets the soft material slip from her hand before offering you a look—a look you’ve learned to get used to.

A look of pity.

“Both of you deserve to be happy,” she finally says, and you feel a slight pang in your chest. “Out of all the people I know, I’ve always wished good for you two the most.”

Throat a tad smaller, you have to look away to speak your response, little in both volume and words,

“Thanks, Trish.”

“Of course.” She watches the same commotion that you do: mischievous boys being boys and spelling out trouble for a certain man in a tank. “And you know our door’s still always open if you need us.”

“Mmhmm. Oh, no, are they gonna—”

“Uh huh.”

As soon as Trish agrees, you both watch with delight as Yoongi gets hauled by the arms, quick laughs and sounds of protest flinging out of him as he’s led to the edge of the pool.

All resulting in one big “Fuck!” as he’s thrown in with a humongous splash.

Your laugh adds to all the others that spring around the backyard, with shouts popping up in tandem. Jimin’s cackling from joy while your brother just holds up a middle finger and a grin to his dunked friend.

But while everyone keeps giggling and smiling, your mirth is cut short.

Because Yoongi is completely drenched when he emerges from the water, and you are subjected to a whole other world of hurt and butterfly wings.

Oh, fuck that.

Stay strong. You have to. You can’t give… in…

He rakes wet locks back before slowly walking to the edge of the pool, wiping his face before aiming a smirk of revenge at your menace sibling,

“It’s like that, huh?”

“Yeah, fucker. You look too happy.”

“The fuck?” Yoongi laughs right as he gets to the rim, and he swipes at his hair one more time. “Lucky I didn’t have my phone again.”

Jimin exclaims in sudden reminiscence, “I almost forgot about that!”

“He couldn’t text for hours after last time.”

Yoongi just shakes his head as he holds out an arm for someone to help him up, and Park accepts it before saying something that you can’t hear.

But you really, really wanna know what it was because Yoongi immediately grins and jumps, yanking his friend right into the pool to another round of laughs and cheers.

None of this is good for you in the slightest.

You want nothing more than to join him and kiss those stupid lips just to get him to shut up. Too bad you can’t break because you aren’t alone—and he’d never let you hear the end of it.

But it’s so unfair.

How can someone be this effortlessly attractive? You know that you aren’t the only one eyeing him right now, and yet, you’re the last one that can act on it.

Frustrating as fuck.

But your brother and a few other people see Jimin’s demise as a cue to hop into the pool, too, and Trish leaves your side to join them.

“You comin’?”

“I’m good!”

Soon, a mix of swimsuits and trunks fills the water with color, and you watch with content as the boys erupt into their own antics again with big water splashes and arcs.

Everyone’s having a good ass time.

And despite your unfortunate predicament, you’re truly enjoying yourself, too.

Coming up to the liquid-darkened tiles lining the pool, you call out to your brother,

“Y’all want the volleyball net?”

He whips his head around immediately, and you have to force yourself to keep your eyes on him instead of swinging them to Yoongi’s. “Yes, please!”

“K.”

You move to go out the back gate, and you’re almost there when a voice calls out,

“I’ll help you!”

Turning, you give a cautious smile to the man sporting swim trunks and sandals, surprised that he wants to assist. “You sure?”

Shiv is unwavering. “Yeah! Isn’t it heavy?”

“It’s a net and poles.”

“I remember those being heavy,” he counters as you both make your way to the garage.

Chuckling, you shoot him a look. “When’s the last time you carried them? When you were five?”

When he answers with a wince, you expel another laugh,

“Okay, you got me. I just didn’t want them begging me to play.”

“Smart.”

It doesn’t take you long to show him where it is in the garage, and you notice the two of you smell like summer when you walk back into the backyard.

Music fills the air as you set up the net for everyone, and Yoongi helps you steady the legs on your side.

“Good?”

When you lock eyes, you realize two things.

One, you can read him now.

Because two, he’s meaning a lot more than if the net is fine.

You let a smile slip, feeling warmer than the weather itself. “Mmhmm.”

“K.”

And you should’ve left it at that.

But when you start to stand, you can’t help but whisper,

“Why, is someone gonna break soon?”

And you miss the way he stares as you walk away.

Fuck, you wanna be able to just join his side, but you’ve got to keep things under control.

Why did he have to get thrown in the water! How is Jimin equally parts helpful and your worst enemy?

Goddamn it, Park.

Chucking rubber daggers his way with a tsk, you make your way to the table your friends chose to occupy, settling into the one empty chair.

“What was that?”

“Hmm?”

“With that guy,” Yuri whispers at Yuri-levels, which isn’t whispering at all.

You hush her with a downward swat of your hand. “You know it’s nothing.”

“Didn’t look like nothing to me.”

Glancing at Dom for reprieve, you’re thrown when she agrees,

“You really needed him for a net I could carry with one hand?”

Your friends are gonna meet some of your rubber daggers, too.

Shaking your head, you look towards the already lively game happening in the pool. “He insisted.”

You would add more context if you could—and you should, to be fair—but your eyes land on Yoongi spinning the volleyball in his hand, and your entire train of thought derails immediately.

This isn’t fucking fair.

“—doesn’t even hear me.”

Oh shit. “Huh?”

“See.”

You pout at their laughs. “I’m telling you, it’s nothing.”

“Nu uh.”

“Sure.”

“To you.”

When you reach to play with some of your dress, it’s an automatic response to turn away again, knowing where this is going and not wanting to reach that destination.

“He’s into you.”

There before you could blink.

“Nah,” you answer, drawing out the syllable in prolonged reluctance. After a pause, you watch as the current rally keeps going with jumps and yells and splashes. “At least, I don’t think so.”

While Dom hums in disagreement, Reia offers some salve,

“He looks nice, at least.”

You’re about to offer your own response when someone enters through the back gate, and your soul lights up at the latecomer,

“Tae! Wait, you brought”—a squeal flings out of your mouth when you spot Yeontan, arguably your favorite among the two partygoers—“My baby!”

Taehyung laughs before saying hi to all the people waving and greeting him. As you’re bent to pet his little ball of fluff, a voice floats down from above,

“He wouldn’t let me leave in peace today.”

“I think he just wanted to see me. Isn’t that right?”

“Didn’t you just see each other?”

Looking up and squinting from sunlight, your scoff launches into his face. “Video calls don’t count.”

“Yes, they do!”

“Untrue,” Yuri cuts in from beside you, picking Yeontan up and giving him big kisses. “We can watch him while you eat, Tae.”

“Thanks.” He hands the leash over to your friend before starting his walk, and you follow him because you need to let out some steam. “I haven’t eaten all day.”

“Good. There’s plenty of”—a wet ball dribbles in front of your toes—“Food here.”

It’s instinct for you to go grab the volleyball before walking back to the pool, and you toss it to your awaiting brother who offers a quick thank you.

“You want in?”

Heck no. Not with that demon in the water. “I’m perfectly fine staying dry, thanks—Hey!”

Taehyung is about to get rocked if he tries to push you forward again! Glaring, you warn, “Don’t you dare.”

His face is nothing sort of cheeky. “Hand just slipped, I dunno.”

You hear some chuckles skirt over the water, and you hate, hate, hate how Yoongi bites his lip like that to hold in a laugh. “What, you need a sub because one of you sucks?”

And he answers before your brother can even breathe, addressing him right after, “Yes.”

“Who?”

“You.”

“Hell no, the fuck?”

While you grin, Jimin yells from the other side of the net, “Hurry up! We’re about to win anyway.”

“I’ll do it!”

You don’t even get to turn fully before a determined Jungkook plunges into the pool, and you dodge the incoming splash while Taehyung lets it coat his feet.

From what you know, Jimin’s words may not be fact anymore.

Order is restored in the game—at least, from a logistics standpoint. The other team is already complaining that the new addition makes your brother’s side unfair, to which both him and Yoongi fling arguments through the net.

“Y’all have Jia!”

“You’re up by ten!”

Summer sun and petty arguments. It’s like nothing has changed.

Turning to your best friend, you ask if he’s ready to stuff his face, and he agrees with colorful words.

“So. What’s up with you?”

You lean back on one side of the kitchen island while Taehyung piles food onto his plate. “Nothing big. Just…” Glancing outside, you sigh, “Little stuff.”

“Mm.” He scoops one more serving before licking his thumb. “Like what.”

“Umm...”

When you fold your arms, he lifts big eyes your way while choosing a counter of his own to lean on, already starting on his meal. And his silence prods your side until you say what you’re holding back,

“He almost kissed me.”

And Taehyung stops mid-chew. “Here?”

“Yeah.” Staring out the back windows, you watch with endearment and longing as Yoongi emerges from the pool, shaking droplets from his hair before raking his back. “Right where I’m at, actually.”

“Damn. Bold as fuck.”

Your gaze makes your way to him before you lift your brows in agreement. “I know.”

He chews, looking at the ground—or just at nothing—before offering his piece,

“There’s no way someone didn’t see that.”

The sound you make comes out a jumbled mess that matches your insides. “That’s what I’m saying! But… No one’s said anything about it, so. I guess no one noticed.”

“Has he done anything else?”

Huh. Now that he’s mentioned it… “No. We haven’t even been near each other since then.”

“Ah. That’s why you look like Yeontan when he pouts.”

“Do not.”

“You know I’m right.”

Huffing, you lift your chin. “I’m only giving you a pass cus you brought him.”

“That brat,” Taehyung says through a smile. Diamonds in his eyes, he beams at his food. “He did so well in the car.”

You give him a happy curve of your own before getting lost in your thoughts, thinking about how that almost-kiss really was the only time you two interacted this whole time. The only other times were just quick conversations or talk involving other people.

Is that why this feeling of yearning is so strong? You didn’t seize the one moment you had before it was gone because of this dumb game?

Even though you’re having a wonderful time, you knew that something was missing. But why does that something have to be in reach and unreachable? Why does having him closer hurt worse?

“Hey.”

And why does he have to keep stealing your breath like this?

You snap your vision up to see the root of all your worries standing at the back entrance, and you can feel Taehyung watching with interest piqued when he continues,

“You got extra towels?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out, wondering if you should just go get them or tell Yoongi where they are.

Wait. He knows where you stash the towels. There’s no way he doesn’t know based off all the times he’s been over—

“Do you want me to get them or will you?”

Swiveling to Tae, you see him raise a brow before you turn back to the one dripping puddles at the door.

“No, yeah, I can grab them,” you rasp out, clearing your throat and saying more confidently, “One sec.”

“K.”

Moment gone and opportunity not seized, you walk by yourself to the big guest bathroom carved in one of the hallway walls, hating how you didn’t even invite him to come with.

It’s absolutely the right call, of course, but you could have at least been alone in his presence for a tiny sliver of time. What happened to wanting to be at his side?

Sighing, you open the linen cabinet, hearing footsteps in the hall but not really thinking much of them.

At least this will give you an excuse to have another quick conversation. More than two words exchanged is a miracle right now—

An arm appears at your side, caging you in between the linens and a very overwhelming presence at your back.

Shit, you’re two seconds from snapping.

Senses thrust into oblivion, you smell the heat of sunshine and feel the chill of his words on your neck,

“I think someone is gonna break soon.”

Oh. Your question at the edge of the pool has an answer.

Turning your head but not your entire body, you watch the ground next to your feet. “Did you come in here just to admit it’s you?”

His chuckle ignites waves of tingles up your bare skin. When he leans in closer, you will yourself to stand resolute, even if his chains are currently caressing your back fuck.

“Just fold now and get it over with, baby girl.”

You twist in place, facing his wet bangs and cocky eyes head-on. Heart bleeding at how beautiful he looks, you keep up a brave and stubborn front. “Not before you do.”

“Have it your way.” He reaches to tweak one of your nipples before you swat his hand, and he smirks. “You really wanted to piss me off today, huh.”

“What?”

“This fucking dress,” he rumbles low, fisting a bunch in one of his hands before pressing it to your hip. “Fuck this bet, I’d take you right now if you let me.”

“Yoongi.”

He just snickers, and you bet your shuddering breath smells of alcohol just like his does. “I’m playin’.”

Swallowing, you gaze at his lips before whispering, “This won’t work.”

“Oh, yeah?” He swoops in close to your neck, and you tilt your head back before he slowly leaves you to your own breaths. “I got other ways.”

Fully dazed and still without his touch, you stumble through your words, “Keep… Keep trying.”

He smirks. “Don’t have to.”

Confident and annoyingly satisfied, Yoongi walks backward to the doorway, cloth in hand and wink at the ready. “Thanks for this,” he says before making his way back into the hallway, and it takes you way too long to realize he mirrored exactly what he said earlier.

You have to grip the sink to compose yourself.

He’s much better at this than you are.

But as much as you hate this damn game, you aren’t losing. Not after letting all these tiny moments alone pass by. These kisses never brought to fruition.

Yoongi’s gonna regret ever doing this whole thing.

You zip through your brain, grasping for a new plan old plan any plan…

Before marching right to the kitchen fridge.

“Ooh, I want one!”

“Damn, why didn’t you bring these out sooner?”

Shoulders raised, you apologize, “My bad. I was way too busy with cooking that I just forgot.”

“Mmm,” Reia sighs in relief. “This is perfect for today.”

Opening the loud package in your hands, you agree, loving the way red popsicles glisten in sunlight.

Are you gonna admit to your friends that you’re only using these as payback? Maybe later.

But for now, all you’re focused on is revenge. Sweet, delicious, icy revenge.

And what better way to incite it than to throw a cheeky look at the man across the yard, pushing the ice lolly into your mouth painfully, disrespectfully slow.

Fucking hell.

This might need to be something you do in private, too.

Because the way he’s reacting is causing all sorts of nasty thoughts to flood your brain. And your core.

Shit, he’s not hiding the fact he’s watching you at all.

You need to look away. You have to. You must.

But you’re completely lost in the fire of his gaze, swirling your tongue over the top of your popsicle and sucking on all the juice slipping down in the heat.

When he snaps his head to look back toward his friends, the haze around your vision shatters, and you can clearly hear your friends talking again.

“I thought Rohan always came to these things.”

“He does! He just said he’d be late, but.. I didn’t think he’d be this late.”

Is Yoongi delighted? Agitated? You know you would be both of those things, and you know you would also blaze a trail through the whole backyard if you so much saw him licking an ice pop right now.

The thought alone is causing your breath to hitch, some red liquid sliding down your chin when you forget to lap it up.

“Whoa, here’s a napkin,” Reia offers out of nowhere, and you whip your head sideways to take it with haste.

“Thanks.”

“You okay?” she asks in a concerned whisper, and you’re so caught off-guard that you stop just to stare at her searching eyes. “You just seem out of it.”

“Oh,” you cough out, regarding your popsicle before licking a little more of it. “Just, umm. Thinking about things.”

“Like your secret man?”

Since her naturally quiet voice gets overshadowed by all the other party sounds, you’re confident no one else heard. Which takes away all the anxiety and leaves you touched that she’s considerate enough to check on your mental state.

“Yeah, actually,” you smile with sorrow. “Wish he could be here. Doing all this with us.”

Technically, you aren’t lying. You really do wish Yoongi could sit next to you right now, too, conversing with your friends and enjoying the simple things together.

“Maybe he can one day,” Reia hopes, blue ice pop shining cerulean in the Sun. “When both of you are ready.”

Is that the case now? Are either of you ready?

Red, icy sugar glides down your fingers, and you give your handsome opponent one last look.

Maybe you should’ve given up on this little war a lot sooner.

Because not giving in feels like a total loss.

“...Yeah.”

It isn’t much longer before the Sun retreats into the horizon, and you admire the sunset painting the sky.

Pool vacated, everyone’s now eating dinner around the seating areas, each cushion occupied while multiple others stand around with plates or phones in hand.

While you’re still with your friends, you catch Yoongi sitting in a single chair by your brother, brushing his hair back and laughing while they’re telling stories and shedding pool water.

Heart being tugged to his again, you excuse yourself with host duties, “Gonna clean up some.”

“Need help?”

“I’m good for now.”

After gathering trash from around the tables, you walk up to the main congregation, taking their plates before asking who won the volleyball match earlier.

“We did, actually,” your sibling puffs with pride.

“Yeah, after you cheated.”

“Did not!”

You disrupt the argument he and Jimin are about to get into with an ask, “Help me get the trash from everyone, yeah?”

“Now? I’m still eating.”

Garbage bag limp in your hands, you sigh. “You’re also the host, dude.”

Since you’re prepared for another weak response, you’re pleasantly surprised when he relents, “Okay, yeah. Just gimme a second.”

Honestly? You’ll take it.

He’s clearly in a good mood if he didn’t give you more than one excuse to not do something.

Placated, you start making your way around the group to collect trash, and everything is completely fine until your blood runs completely cold.

“Alright, Min. You gotta tell us now.”

“Huh?”

“Dude. Your back looks fucked.”

Oh. Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, there’s no way he can fight the allegations now.

Another friend in the seating area starts laughing his ass off. “You saw that, too? I thought I was the only one!”

“We all saw.”

“Bro, his shoulders look like Picasso.”

“What?”

“Picasso?”

“It’s Jackson Pollack, you idiot.”

Laugh. Laugh with everyone you cannot be the only one silent.

No one can know you’re absolutely mortified.

“Man, you know I don’t know shit about art.”

Shiv immediately scrunches his face in laughter. “No need to keep proving that, though!”

Goddamn it, this would all be so much funnier if it wasn’t precarious! Your cheeks are hurting from more than just bursts of amusement, and even Yoongi looks a bit bothered through all the laughs.

“He’s been real quiet lately is all I’m saying.”

A girl you can’t remember the name of speaks up, “Even Reece said she heard some girls talking about you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you! ‘Yoongi won’t text me,’ ‘he hasn’t been anywhere,’ shit like that. No one’s heard from you in like weeks.”

Simmering down, Yoongi only points to his coworkers. “I’m busy with them.”

Good. Yes. Work. The studio. Perfect.

…Why are Hoseok and Namjoon looking at each other like that?

Even Jungkook tries his best to hold in a laugh, but fails miserably when they all break at once.

When your brother’s brows shoot into his head, you feel a piece of your sanity chip off and fly away in the summer breeze.

Fuck. What now?

Hobi covers his mouth with a hand as he turns to the other two. “So it wasn’t just me?”

“No, we saw it, too.”

“On his neck, right?”

On his… Oh, for the love of—

Your brain’s running three laps a second as even louder shouts resonate, and you dread the noise complaints you’re probably gonna receive if this doesn’t stop.

“Liar!”

“Told y’all!”

“This dude, I swear.”

There was a night where you think you went too hard. But that was after a long ass day, and you knew the two of you didn’t have enough time.

And you couldn’t resist the sounds he made.

But he never said anything about it after that, so you thought everything was fine.

Your brother is at his wit’s end. “Who the fuck are they?”

“And what’s her at.”

Yoongi sits back in his chair before brushing his hair, and you have a sinking feeling that he’s legitimately frustrated. “No one you know,” is all he says, and everyone throws imaginary tomatoes.

“Wait, wait, wait, so this is a regular thing?”

“Nah. You know he can’t do that anymore.”

Shiv isn’t having any of it. His smile is full of glee when he points at Yoongi’s cheek prod, “Look at his face! It is!”

“Gatekeeping like a motherfucker.”

“Whipped as fuck.”

Oh, you’re gonna be sick.

You need to leave before you hear anything else. This is making your head spin so fast you may start leaking smoke from your ears.

Go inside. Or somewhere else. Anywhere else.

Excusing yourself from your chair, you start stepping inside the house.

“Are you coming back out?”

Stopping, you turn, noticing Jimin resting his head back to look your way.

And you don’t want to notice if anyone else is looking when you answer. “Uh, I might. Why?”

“Can you get my camera? It’s in my backpack in the guest room.”

He brought a camera today? With a nod, your thoughts get a nice reprieve, because you think the gesture is kinda endearing.

“Thank you! It’s the one on the bed.”

When you open the guest bedroom, you can finally breathe again.

Looks like Park redeemed himself sending you on this errand.

There’s two backpacks lying about, and you chuckle when you wonder why he even needed to specify which one was his. Judging by the looks alone, you could definitely pick it out no problem.

Damn, you hope you don’t see anything you shouldn’t. Even though Jimin of all people probably wouldn’t care, this is still a bag that isn’t yours, so you hope you just find what you need right away.

Unzipping the biggest pocket, you peer inside before sighing in relief, fishing out the Polaroid and realizing that you’ve seen this before.

Wait.

Is this…?

Memories carve a warm smile into your face, pushing your current worries away with ease and relaxing your shoulders in seconds.

“He still has this?”

You inspect the sturdy device, transferring it from hand to hand and admiring it from all sides.

Times when he would take pictures of your brother and his friends came back to you like faded snapshots, and you yearn for the days when your only responsibility was timing them as they raced down your street, hair and breaths whipping wildly in the daze of summer.

They’re all here again.

You wonder if Jimin knew that was gonna be the case.

There’s a buzzing in your pocket when you move to leave, and you stop to set the camera down on the bed before checking your phone.

Taeee😪 [8:23pm]: Where are you?

You [8:23pm]: inside. why ?

Taeee😪 [8:23pm]: He just went in to change.

Okay?

With a blink, you wonder why you needed the update—

Taeee😪 [8:24pm]: Make it quick.

Huh?

Before you could send a text back, you hear footsteps near the doorway, and your head snaps up to see a sun-soaked Yoongi enter the room.

Both of you equally surprised to see each other.

Wait. Is the other backpack—

Your greeting falls right from your lips when you get caught in the way he walks right towards you, eyes unwavering and steps purposeful enough to choke you up.

Fuck it. You don’t care anymore. Not about this stupid game or the people outside or keeping your distance because you just—

His hands grip your face before he claims your lips, shocking you into an equally strong reaction. Because how he’s kissing you mirrors exactly how you’ve felt this entire day—wild, frustrated, desperate.

Maybe he regretted the bet as much as you did this entire time.

For a moment—just one—you’ve shifted into another universe. One where the passion between you is completely normal to everyone, not just the two of you.

One day, one day, one day soon, maybe that can happen in this universe, too.

But there’s too much in the way right now, and that fact alone is why you pull away, breath quickened and heart beating like summer storms.

And you finally surrender out loud.

“You win,” you whisper, clutching his damp top and squeezing until your palm is leaking. “I don’t care anymore, you win.”

Your words are swallowed by another heartstopping press of his lips, and you clutch at his shoulders and despise how you’re instinctively not letting your nails touch him.

“I lost a long time ago,” he admits while still holding you close. “Gonna give you a goddamn popsicle every chance I get.”

Your chuckle is tiny. “Can you taste it?”

“Dunno. Lemme try again.”

He swoops in before you can laugh, but while you’re breaking down at the way his tongue swipes at yours, you still keep watch at the door, nerves on high alert and stomach in a frenzy.

“Baby,” you whisper, kissing him back when he gives another peck. “I gotta go.”

“One more.”

“Babe—”

Incoming Call: Taeee😪

You give him a warning look before you answer, but you should’ve distanced yourself because this man has the audacity to grope your ass right as you speak,

“Hey.”

“Hey. You find the Polaroid?”

Trying to move Yoongi’s hands away, you mouth for him to stop but wither at his smug ass face. “Yeah, I did.”

“Oh, good. Bring it out.”

“Yeah, I’ll be right there,” you respond, hanging up and grinning at the troublemaker with a playful shove. “You fucker!”

All he does is laugh, and you know your glare has no heat behind it as you grab Jimin’s camera, finally walking around him. “Go change already. Tired of you.”

“Told you.”

“Whatever.”

He retrieves his bag leaning against the bed, and you’re almost out the door before looking out into the hallway.

Back to Yoongi.

Once more to the hallway.

Yeah, fuck it, you need this.

You bolt back home, wings flapping in your chest when he drops the backpack and crushes your little hop in one last hug. His grin makes this kiss one of the ones you’ll remember forever, and you wanna etch the way his damp hair feels in your fingers right alongside it.

Summer kisses.

They might be your absolute favorites.

“Okay, now I’ll go.”

“Cute ass.”

When you chuckle, he looks at you in silence, and you ask a serious question out of the blue because you suddenly have to know,

“Are you upset?”

And his answer follows without pause,

“Not anymore.”

“Okay...”

“Promise, doll.”

Relieved, you rest your head against him when you ask another question burning your brain,

“Do you like this dress or the other one?”

“On you? Any fuckin’ one.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Don’t care.”

With a roll of your eyes, you smile and make your leave for real, leaving him with one more thought because he’s left you with a thousand,

“Good thing I have more.”

He blinks where he stands.

“I’m gonna keep wearing them until you pick.”

Jimin is all smiles and smugness when you approach him, and you prod him with a joking glare when he asks if you had trouble during your search.

But he just grins in return before gathering everyone in the seated areas,

“Okay, everyone up!”

“Huh?”

“Why?”

“Picture time, my pretties.”

Groans bubble from multiple chairs and lounges, but Jimin is nothing if stubborn. He only giggles through closed lips before scooting his chair away,

“Just for a second! We haven’t had this many of us together in awhile.”

Seokjin pipes up while sidestepping his seat, “How do you know?”

“What?”

“We could’ve been together without you,” he points out, and holds in amusement at the utter look of despair on the younger one’s face. “I’d show proof but we didn’t take pictures.”

You break into a smile when your brother laughs along with his cheeky friend, and he shuffles with all the people trying to gather in a group.

While you make heart eyes at the way Yeontan rests in Taehyung’s arms, Jimin walks back to you and asks in a hushed voice,

“Do you mind?”

“No, I got you,” you assure, and you walk some distance between them and the pool, watching them cover the house windows with wet hair and damp swimwear or towels. A smattering of conversation skitters around as they scoot and find their spots, and Hoseok’s the first one to suggest moving the lounge chairs in front so some can sit down.

“Levels, levels—ah, see? Better!” He calls a few people to the front after some volunteer, and laughs when your brother begrudgingly takes center seat. “It’s your house!”

“So? I’m more of a standing guy.”

Hobi goes to counter before Yoongi steps out the back door, and everyone turns and yells his name.

You don’t even get time to inwardly cry at his fresh black fit before your sibling pleads,

“Yoong, come here. Be in front with me.”

“Uhh, pass?”

“Nah, come on. Right here.”

As he ambles over, you let out a quiet laugh as you stand with the camera, Dom and Yuri directing people to shuffle in more on each side.

“You, what’s your name?”

You follow Dominique’s finger to see who she’s addressing, smiling wide when he stutters out,

“Who, me?”

“Yeah.”

“Shiv.”

“Okay, well your name is Shimmy right now so do that. In more.”

Yoongi and a few others burst into grins at her command, turning to watch the flustered man hold in a laugh and do exactly that.

“Okay, good,” Dom says after you confirm you can see everyone, holding a thumbs-up. “We’re good, now nobody move.”

Jimin straightens and addresses the whole group while you line up the frame,

“Okay, we only get one chance for these. No funny business.”

“Everyone look away.”

“No!”

Giggling, you wait for them to settle, your brother and Yoongi endearingly leaning forward with elbows on their knees. Everyone assumes grins or close-mouthed smiles, and you count down before taking what you think is a very memorable photo.

“That was good!” you comment, and everyone sighs in relief while moving away.

“Wait, wait! You should all be in one, too!”

“Us?”

Jimin motions you in. “Yes! I’ll take it.”

“I got it,” Jungkook volunteers in your stead, and you regard him with a small look of surprise.

He did love holding the camera back then.

So you hand it over with a small thank you, and all of you join the group.

Of course, your plan is to head right to the back, but your brother calls you all the way out,

“Uh uh! If I’m in the center, so are you.”

“Me?”

You groan when he waves you over, and you sit on his side opposite his best friend, hating that you’re so exposed in the front.

But Yoongi suddenly leans forward to address you with a question you don’t expect, “Are you gonna poke him or should I?”

“Don’t either of you fucking dare.”

You disregard your sibling immediately, barely touching his side before he flinches,

“Stop!”

Your laugh comes out in a blown raspberry, and Yoongi’s sounds the exact same before he straightens forward,

“Alright, fine. We’re chill.”

But ever the devious one, he ends up poking your brother anyway.

And what’s immortalized in one of Jimin’s photos is your shared laugh with everyone else as your blurry sibling is halfway springing out of his seat.

Once all the photos are taken, everyone is nice enough to help clean up the yard before funneling inside for game night, though some people head out with warm goodbyes.

After awhile, the house is almost cleared aside from the few that are a little too far gone. They’re forced to stay over, or find another way home, courtesy of your brother,

“Y’all can leave, but you aren’t driving.”

“Bro, I got work tomorrow.”

“Should’ve figured that out! Call a ride then.”

“Fine.”

Apparently, Yoongi was going to stay either way, and you find him and your brother out back after everyone left or passed out throughout the house.

Both of their heads turn as you step out the door, and you notice they’re simply lounging around, playing some super old, chill tracks from when you were all kids.

As much as you wanna sit with them, too, they look like they’re in the middle of legitimate bro talk. So you suck it up. “Gonna head to bed now.”

Yoongi regards you while your brother says goodnight, and you comment on the day while trying not to choke at the way he’s treating whatever he’s got in his mouth, “That was a fun one.”

Fuck, is that a lollipop?

Where the hell did he even get one of those?

Your sibling agrees immediately. “It was, huh. That was the best party we’ve thrown in a minute.”

“No problem children this time.”

“Exactly.”

Your current problem still doesn’t talk, but you wanna hear his voice one last time. And you hate how distant he has to be in times like this. “Well, y’all have fun. Are you staying?”

Yoongi pauses before responding around his candy, “Uhh, yeah.”

But it’s enough for you. “Okay. I’m gonna be up early, so. Sorry if I wake you.”

When he takes the lolli out of his mouth with a pop, you almost regret this quick conversation. “S’okay.”

Shit, is this how he felt earlier? Because you’ve never been so delightfully agitated before. “Okay. Night, y’all.”

He offers a lazy wave of the candy while your brother’s a lot louder, “Night!”

And your walk through the house is the most quiet it’s been all day, accompanied only by low voices and music moving like molasses through glass windows.

the crack babies [Now]: 5 New Messages

Taeee😪 [1:20am]: 1 Attachment

Taeee😪 [1:20am]: So spoiled…

bibi’s whore [1:01am]: you can text your secret man now !!

Checking your lock screen, you fake a groan at Reia’s message, smiling at your phone as you close your door.

Taehyung gets emoji spam when you open his thread to see Yeontan taking a soapy bath, and you open your group chat last.

jackson trash [12:51am]: Made it home. I don’t know how I ever stayed out so late, y’all, I am tired! This is ridiculous.

bibi’s whore [1:03am]: made it ! awhh, dom, you could’ve left sooner

jackson trash [1:05am]: I was going to if I didn’t keep winning lol

dpr doormat [1:32am]: made it back💛

dpr doormat [1:32am]: that was so funnnnn!!

You send your own goodnight text to the group before plugging your device to charge and, with a huge sigh, you make your way into your bathroom to finally unwind.

Minutes later in a warm shower, you think about many things. Like how good it felt to see everyone together, and how comfortable you feel knowing that both your brother and Yoongi are in the house.

The second thought is one you can’t fully explain, but your heart is definitely warmer. It’s almost fact that you can’t be any safer than this.

Your happy curve is shrouded by steam.

Thinking over today, it’s a miracle there weren’t any huge snags. There have been incidents before during big get-togethers like this—granted, they happened at houses other than yours—so you’re counting this as a win.

Regardless. Parties are always a nice break from the monotonous nights you and your brother would spend alone.

Rinsing soap from your sunkissed arms, you wonder what would happen if that wasn’t the case anymore. If Yoongi could spend more nights here, too, filling a void that has been looming over these walls ever since…

Your eyes watch soap and water slip into the shower drain.

And after standing for an eternity, you have to remind yourself to blink.

It’s not long until you’re snuggled under your covers, every limb in your body relieved to be at rest. From getting ready, cooking for hours, to general host duties—all while trying to avoid sin in human form—you’ve completely exhausted your living battery.

But for some reason, you can’t seem to achieve sleepiness.

Tiredness? For sure. But sleep seems to elude you, and you toss and turn before giving up and turning your television on.

It’s after you get through two episodes of something random and a fortieth Tiktok video—or hundred and fortieth but who can possibly count—that you get a text.

From the last person that should be texting you right now.

And your heart slams on every brake it has.

Yoongi [2:37am]: You up?

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