MYGFF BOOK 1:3
"Can you really live with this man for six months falling in love with him on the daily and be ok when he packs up to go home and you don't go with him?"
Five years from now, many things have changed, but some things, you hold forever...
Even with the nap, Tuesday was a blur. You only got to sleep for around an hour before the texts from the PA rang from your phone waking you both up. You didn't even get to enjoy falling asleep in Yoongi's arms before he needed to be back on set. You stayed in the trailer and decided to take care of some of your own work.
Hours later you glanced at your phone to see it was 7:30pm and Yoongi's dinner break was supposed to be happening soon. But it wasn't really a break, he was done for the day after this.
You tided up in the trailer, grabbed your shopping list of things to bring tomorrow and headed out. As you locked the trailer, you heard footsteps and turned to see a very pale Yoongi headed your way. You grabbed his arm as he stumbled in the gravel and turned him towards the security gate and your car.
You realized you had never gotten to talk to Yoongi about the hotel after all, but it had worked out nicely this morning to be able to just jump in the car and head down here.
You mentioned the hotel again once you both got in the car and Yoongi turned to look at you for a few minutes while you navigated back onto the expressway.
"(Y/N) can we discuss that over dinner? I'm starving," he said and you apologized and dug into your phone and pulled up the menu for your go to take out place near your apartment.
Yoongi looked at the phone and rubbed his eyes before trying again.
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"Babygirl, this whole menu is in Korean? Are you ok with this," he asked you slightly taken aback. "I thought my eyes had gone bad that I was reading in Hangul instead of in English."
"It's my goto take out place, they're amazing and you'd really like Mr. & Mrs. Kim, though their bias is NamJin, not Suga," you teased and you got to see Yoongi's rare blush again.
He read through the menu and made some choices, then asked for your order.
"I'll just call it in?" He said as he dug into his coat and came out with his wallet. You smiled to see the American Express Black card come out of the wallet. Look at that, he really is an idol...And you knew you were about to hit your wall for the day as well. When your brain started to get silly, it was time to find jammies and Netflix and a pillow before you crashed out.
Yoongi dialed on his phone, and started ordering.
You leaned over and whispered, "For Pickup/Take away", and Yoongi nodded. You noticed his Korean was probably 8x faster than it was when he was speaking with you, and you resolved not for the first time today to start spending more time of your day on DuoLingo practicing.
Yoongi finished the order, and dug out his card to pay, but shouts from the phone stopped him. There was some intense conversation back and forth before he rolled his eyes and you heard your own name with a Korean accent, before he kept going. You could pick out probably 3/5 words but the time it took your brain to hear the word, translate it from Korean to English was just way too damn slow.
Furious shouts from the phone erupted again before Yoongi sighed again.
"They want to talk to you," he said and he put the phone on speaker.
"Annyeonghasibnikka, Kim-nim, igeoseun (Y/N)," you spoke into the silence before hearing Mrs. Kim on the other end.
"(Y/N)? Is that really you? Who is that joker you're with saying he is the Min Yoongi-nim? Have you been kidnapped by gangs?"
Mrs. Kim's worst fear was gangs and in Chicago that wasn't an undeserved worry, but Chicago gangs didn't really kidnap people. They also wouldn't have the foggiest idea who a Korean Idol was, even if he was a rapper.
"Kim Eonni, I am safe and he is who he says he is. Please to take our order, I am very hungry for your japchae and kimchi tonight. I will be there soon to pick up the order. See you soon," and with that you hung up Yoongi's phone before they could question you further.
You handed the phone back to Yoongi and put a hand on his knee while he put away his phone and wallet. He reached up and linked his fingers through yours and you sat in companiable silence as you headed north.
"Does that happen often?" You were pretty sure back in Seoul, he would have people order for him, so he probably didn't experience that very often anymore.
"More often than you'd think actually," said a very tired Yoongi, who emphasized his point with a giant yawn. You hoped you both would be able to stay awake through dinner.
You thought it best to avoid Mrs. Kim's K-Pop obsession and just ran in quick to pick up the takeaway by yourself, leaving Yoongi in the car idling. You raced back out with Mrs. Kim's "Hey Wait (Y/N)!" in your ear and handed the food to Yoongi before getting back in the car.
When you got to your apartment, you set up your bowls and side dish plates and chopsticks, grabbed all the sauces you could think of and dumped them on the table and set out the food while Yoongi changed into comfortable clothes.
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You saw him come out of the bedroom in just a plain white shirt and those gray sweatpants again and you thought he just looks comfy and snuggly...and exhausted and urged Yoongi to sit and eat while you went and changed yourself into comfy clothes as well.
By the time you got back, Yoongi was nearly asleep in his Bibimbap, so you ate quickly and pushed Yoongi towards the bedroom once again. He gave a half hearted protest before giving in and you closed the door to bedroom behind him.
You hoped he'd actually made it into bed, but you needed to clean everything up before you fell asleep sitting at the table yourself.
Once complete, you snuggled into your blankets on your old couch and had a moment to think, We never did get our later before the blackness claimed you.
