Pop Star || Yoongi x Reader

46. Spilling the Tea

He contents himself by saying, "either way, thank you."

You like the way he is watching you - it's this really satisfied and you-don't-know-what-I'm-thinking kind of smile. It doesn't help that the setting sun is really making his fiery hair look alive, and that you can still remember the feeling of his breath on your forehead or the soapy smell of his hands. You feel yourself melting on the inside.

"Don't fucking jump at people with knives ever again," he adds, getting back to but not really focusing on sorting the junk.

"Yeah? What would you have done if I hadn't come in?" You get back to work too.

"Believe it or not, Y/N, you are not the only one who can fight back," he replies. You notice that his tone isn't as cheeky as it usually is. He can't tease you anymore today.

"It's harder to fight back when you're alone. Stuff looks scarier than it actually is," you mutter as you think about your own battles. You could have - but you never really stood up to DK until you had Monica to watch your back.

Suga mentally agrees with you. In hindsight, he had been stressed about the whole thing - watching over his shoulder at every corner. Zach wasn't the first one and he wouldn't be the last sasaeng. He thought it was enough to alert the security team. And sure, that was a way to take care of the situation professionally. But it didn't stop it from messing with his mind now and then. Maybe ranting about his troubles to you every now and then wasn't such a bad idea.

It's nearly sundown by the time you're finished with everything. The loft looks unrecognizable - against one wall are neatly stacked cartons of drinks and spare necessities. On the window side is the usual round metal table and chair set. There's a little more clutter in another corner that Imo herself has to go through, but the rest is clean bare floor.

You hoot softly.

"Thank god. I thought it would never end," Yoongi sighs.

"Is it too early for a drink?" you ask, glancing at the sun that hasn't fully set yet.

Yoongi chuckles. "We deserve one today, early or not."

So the both of you seat yourselves on the table by the window after Imo gives you both her blessings and free chicken, choco chip ice cream and most importantly - makgeolli for surviving the stressful mess that this day almost became.

"Your ex-manager," he begins, "what exactly went wrong between you two? If you don't mind me asking..." he ends very tentatively. Both of you are past the third bowl of the milky rice liquor.

You don't want to rant about this and ruin the mood, but you cannot hold it in now that he has asked. As it is, you're tired and tipsy.

"AGH it's like the worst possible kind of fate, Yoongi," you wail, "no matter what I do DK is conveniently there to haunt me. I haven't told you the whole story, have I?"

You tell him everything - the initial gigs, the money, your music, Prakriti and -

"- right after the release, we - sort of - dated," you mumble and shut up. Why am I saying this no, no, no, no oh no -

Suga notices your discomfort. "Everyone has that one relationship they wish would disappear, Y/N. You trusted him completely, didn't you?"

There is no mockery - instead, he speaks in a tender, friendly sort of way. So you carry on in a spirit akin to a church confession.

"I did - and got a lifetime of trust issues in exchange," you chortle in a sad way.

"I know," he says. When you stare at him he explains, "You are friendly but you don't trust people easily. Not really."

"Neither do you," you remark. He just shrugs.

"See, I told you I'm not normal," you grumble. That makes him laugh. He scrutinizes you as you absently touch the cut on your forehead. Finally, he understands what you've been trying to tell him all along. No, he isn't wrong about you. You really are more sorted than him with the way you approach life. But the crucial thing that he so stupidly missed was that obviously - despite all that - you need care too. To feel loved. Perhaps, you are as alone as he is. And all he has ever done is tease you.