Pop Star || Yoongi x Reader

31. The Dance (Pt. 2)

"Aw hey isn't that Y/N?" RM exclaims to Suga. The two are standing a little apart from the other five.

"She looks different, doesn't she?" He asks, trying to make Suga say something.
"She does," he replies. It's difficult to keep his eyes off you.
"Aren't you both in touch?" RM asks.
"No."
"No? Why? I thought y'all went out and had fun?"
"We - did," Suga says slowly.
"Hyeong, didn't you text her?"

"Yah! Why does it have to be me? She can take some initiative too!" He blurts out. RM wants to laugh but Suga looks serious so he doesn't.

"That's fair," he says, and looks back at you. You're busy talking to a rookie singer, completely oblivious to those two.

"I dunno, hyeong. But if you don't text her, I will." And with that, he moves away, leaving a partly shocked, partly amused Suga staring after him.

The first thing to really capture your heart in this whole party is Conan Gray taking the stage. Under the twinkling light and the salty breeze, his voice makes you nostalgic for your home. You don't even admit it to yourself but you miss your mum. So, so much.

So this time, when Suga finds you, you don't push him away. On the stage, Gray starts to play Astronomy.

"You want to dance?" Suga asks.

"Hein?"

You raise your eyebrows.

Him? Dance. HIM?

But then, you're sick of this party anyway. Screw it, and might as well relax. "Alright then," you assent.

He takes your hand and you both move closer to the stage where people are swaying to Gray's honey-sweet voice.

Your right hand is in his hand. Your left one is around his neck, at the back of his shirt, not touching his skin. His other arm is round your waist. He's so warm. And he isn't taking his eyes off you at all.

He senses you're a little surprised. But you carry it well. He doesn't want to stop looking at you but your eyes are probing into his own so, for a moment, he looks to the ground.

"I see you ditched the cute look for tonight," he remarks.

You roll your eyes. Cute as if. "Occasionally, I do what the event demands."

Your brain springs into action. What does he mean - cute? Is that a kid cute or a pretty cute? Is this some tangential way of saying you look beautiful right now? Or sexy - ugh no your brain doesn't let you dwell on that. Speaking of s- you censor the word - he himself has ditched the cute look. His hair is gelled to a side, with a little loose fringe on his forehead. He's wearing all black too. It's not cute at all. It's seriously s-

"Ah, I'm still waiting for the photos," he says.

"What photos?"

"The ones you took in Daegu - food, sunset, stuff," he almost shrugs.

"I - did you ask for them?" You're confused.

"It's understood that whoever takes the photos sends it to the other person," he says.

"It is nowhere near understood! It's not like I took your photos" You snap.

What was he playing at?

"Did you expect me to just send - I dunno - a random chicken strip - out of the blue?" you ask.

"Photos of a meal we shared, Y/N. It wouldn't be out of the blue," he makes an innocently incredulous face.

Your jaw drops. He is totally pushing it on you.

"Oi Min Yoongi. Plenty of people suck up to you. Plenty. I don't mind texting people first, but you aren't people, okay. Don't take it to your head. I just mean that it's hard for me to do that and not come off as - as - a sycophant."

He frowns, "a what?"

"A person who sucks up to another person."

"I don't give my private number to people like that," he says.

You blink for a second. He continues, "technically, I did text you and call you first when we were coordinating everything that day."

"Yeah, but I had to ask for your number first and give you a call so that you could save mine -"

"Aish, can't you see I'm giving you control here?"

Silence. What on earth goes on inside his head?

"Fine. I'll send you the photos," you relent.

The corner of his mouth twitches up a little. You look away because you know you'll end up laughing if you don't. You finally get it. It didn't even occur to you that he could expect you to make the first move.

He puts your other hand around his neck, tracing your wrist with his thumb for a tad bit longer than necessary. Both of his hands rest around your waist. Not quite holding you, just resting.

"Was it bad - that night? I did want to ask you but it felt too personal..." he tries to pose the question as gently as he can.

"It was bad. But then it was okay. And yeah, it was personal," you admit. "Moms are difficult," you add for some reason.

"Dads too," he mutters.
You chortle.

You're both beginning to draw eyes by now. As aware as you are of that, you have no intention of putting in any distance between the both of you.

"Aah it's beautiful..." you sigh and stare at the cloudless dark sky happily, as the song peaks.
Suga chuckles, gazing at you.

"It's not bad," he declares, "I don't like to dance, but this -" he tilts his head to the side, "moving thing is not bad," he finishes with a nod.

You laugh at that and your hand slips, actually touching his neck, his hair. As aware as you are of your cold fingers against his warm skin, of that little skip in your unusually rapid heartbeat, you're unaware of the goosebumps you cause him to get.

You're almost ear to ear when he asks, "Y/N?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you seriously want to do V's song?"
You look at him and nod, "yeah absolutely."
"Then let's do it. Let's do a song together," he says, his eyes bright.

Just a song? You want to ask, nothing more? But it works. For now.

Right then, someone calls him. A man - you recognise him as his manager. Before you can greet him, you hear your own name.

"Y/N! Can you excuse yourself for a minute - it's really really urgent - I'm sorry Suga -" Monica talks fast and pulls you away by your arm. You forgot that she was your actual plus one for tonight. Suga has been pulled away on the other side.

You both grin at each other, realizing what was happening. You wave him goodbye.

There was no media here. But enough "anonymous sources" to spread rumors. It would be a PR disaster to explain if you appeared close. Monica drags you away with her iron fist.

"Y/N," she starts once you're both in a corner. "As much as I appreciate your chemistry with him, I really would have you both not display it in public - you aren't even dating but you dance like a couple on their wedding reception I -"

"Whoa whoa Monica slow down," you cut in, giggling but also stung at the comparison.

"Be responsible, Y/N. That's all. You normally are."

"Yes ma'am," you nod without agreeing.

Eeeep! We have an extra-long chapter. I want them to have smart and mature conversations but I seriously don't know how to write characters smarter than myself. And me is not that smart or mature either. This is sad. :')