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Pairing: non idol! Yoongi X reader

Genre: Fluff, friends to lovers

WC: 1,164

Warnings: none

Rating: PG-13

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Walking down the road with Yoongi was a comfort. A comfort you had been blessed with since you were 7 years old. Min Yoongi, the black haired, pale skinned, cat-eyed boy had moved beside your home and he quickly had become your best friend. Going to the same school and then living in close vicinity had made both of you almost inseparable.

You didn't know that the best-friend bond with Yoongi would turn into that of a crush when you turned 15. But, Yoongi was popular and you were way too shy to ever confess. You tried to get rid of your teenage crush but it just got stronger as you grew older. The fact that you and Yoongi got into the same college, and then in the same dorm, made it much more difficult for you to move on.

So as both of you walked to your rooms after your classes were over, Yoongi suggested that you should come and hangout with him in his room. You couldn't deny it even if you wanted to. You were whipped, and you hated it.

Both of you watched a cheesy rom-com and passed commentary on the cringe scenes. Yoongi didn't like such movies but would agree to watch them just for you. After bingeing 2 movies you decided it was time for you to go back to your room and cook dinner. Before you could leave, Yoongi said that he would cook dinner for both of you. Would you decline? Obviously not. The man was a chef; why would you miss out on restaurant style food?

You tried to help him in the kitchen but he just pushed you out, saying it was his treat. And arguing with a whiny Yoongi was not something you wanted to do. You went back to the couch taking out your books as you tried to study. Everything was calm and peaceful for a while. You continued studying as the small sounds of utensils being moved and the aroma of delicious food was all that was around.

That was until you heard a clatter and an 'ouch' coming from Yoongi. You ran to the kitchen and saw the knife on the floor and Yoongi clutching his finger tightly. You picked up the knife, and placed it on the counter and went to Yoongi, taking his finger in your hand and examining it. He had cut his finger but it wasn't very deep.

Yoongi looked at you as you looked at his finger with creased brows. You looked at his face for any sign of discomfort or pain. He found it endearing at how you were worried at his small injury, so he faked a contorted face. When you tried to touch the wound, he hissed. "Can't you be a little more careful Yoongi? Wait here, I will get the first aid kit," you said as you ran to the cabinet where the kit was supposed to be. He shook his head affectionately at your actions.

You came back quickly and cleaned his wound and bandaged it up. "Now you go and sit, I will cook dinner," you told him as you tried to shoo him into the living room. "This was not how I planned for tonight to go," Yoongi mumbled under his breath, but you didn't hear him.

You made dinner for both of you. You were not as good as Yoongi, but he still ate it and complimented you. After you had your dinner you decided to watch another movie with Yoongi, as he literally guilt tripped you into believing that it was your fault he hurt his finger. You didn't mind spending more time with him anyway.

Yoongi was sitting on the floor and you sat behind him on the couch. You got bored of the movie very quickly and Yoongi's now long hair proved to be the perfect distraction. Yoongi had recently grown his hair longer and you had been dying to touch it, but Yoongi disliked it if anybody touched his hair. But him sitting in front of you proved to be an excellent opportunity.

You slowly brushed his hair and when he didn't notice it, being too involved in the movie, you decided to be bolder. You carded your fingers through his hair at the back. You did it a few more times before taking some of his hair and making small braids out of them. He turned around; making the hair you were currently aligning to become untangled. You whined trying to reach for his hair. "What do you think you are doing?" he asked you, holding your wrist.

"Please Yoongi, I will not ruin your hair. Your hair is so fluffy, let me play with it," you said with a pout, trying your best puppy eyes. "Ew. Don't ever do that again. You can play with my hair, but please I beg you, never make that face again," he said with a disgusted face, before turning around, giving you full access to his hair. He smiled to himself as he heard your giggle.

You clapped your hands happily before gently tugging at his hair slightly and entwining his hair. He was grumbling under his breath the whole time and kept moving a little to just rile you up. "Shh. Stop fussing. I'm just braiding your hair," you told him as you continued doing your thing. Yoongi sat quietly.

"What happened Min Yoongi? I thought you didn't allow anybody to touch your hair?" you teased him. "Well, I don't let anybody in my heart either, but you are in it, aren't you?" he stated as he turned and looked straight into your eyes. You were taken aback by the sudden confession; you just stared at him with wide eyes.

"Yes, Y/n. The reason I asked you to come over and volunteered to cook dinner for you is because I wanted to formally ask you on a date, but I messed it up," he said a little sad. You blinked once, then twice, and then blushed furiously. So, the crush you had wasn't one sided? He liked you too. A wide smile spread across your face. You probably looked stupid with such a wide smile as Yoongi looked at you with a bemused expression before saying, "I am going to regret this, aren't I?"

"Yes Yoongi! I would love to go on a date with you," you said as you tackled him into a hug. He tumbled to the floor with you on top of him, but put his arms around you regardless, hugging you close. "Thank you," he said, as he gently took your face in his hands. Tracing the pad of his thumbs on your cheek, he pulled you close and kissed you sweetly. It was just how you thought his kiss would be passionate yet tender, just like him, the softie under the hard exterior.