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Yoongi Imagine: Baby Girl

•SEESAW INSPIRED•

(Highly recommend to listen to Seesaw while reading.)

Scenario: You guys had been close friends since middle school, Yoongi often going to go visit you at your parents place, where you lived to help out with rent since your parent traveled a lot. But his last visit had changed something between the two of you, and you wanted to explore it more.

Rate: Smut

P: Yoongi x Reader

Requested by: GravitysMistress

Request: "Flirty Best Friend Au"

. . .

You opened the door to the house, pulling out the dusty old rug you mother wanted you to clean out before she came home from Italy.

It was a sunny afternoon in autumn, the leaves covering the streets in a red-orange carpet as you saw a familiar figure approaching your home.

It was your childhood best friend, Yoongi, also known as Suga or August D from BTS.

He hardly ever came to visit anymore, becoming too busy or being too far to even make time for visiting his hometown anymore. Specially with the mile long number of fans who often plagued hum.

You didn't  blame him though, the time he spent with you becoming more and more precious as the years went by. But something had also changed.

In his last visit, you had noticed things you never had truly noticed before.

The way he smiled when you prepared food for him, or the way his hands felt so gentle when they hugged you. These where things you'd never truly payed attention to until then.

There was something about his annoyed voice or his gummy smiled that entranced you, and even though y'all had been friends for so long, these feeling had just begun to surface then.

"Hey you ugly, what are you doing here so early in the morning," you called out.

He smirked at you, his hands behind his back as he skipped his way to where you were standing with the dirty rug.

As he approached you, your heart began beating loudly, your cheeks turning red when you saw him pull out a bouquet of yellow roses he had been hiding behind his back.

He had been bringing you roses ever since you were a kid and still did when ever he came to visit.

Some were white, some red,  some pink, and now yellow.

You liked that of him, how thoughtful he was.

"I came to see if your mom would cook me up some of her famous stew," he smiled, moving his head left and right while shrugging his shoulders to seem funny.

"She's out in Italy right now."

"Shit, so is my family. Well, maybe I can stay over no? I'd much rather spend the night here than at a hotel," he added, handing you the roses before walking past you with his luggage and into your house. He wasn't much for formalities, and always acted so careless, annoying you with the most random of things.

But you liked that, how you trusted each other so well that stuff like "thank you's" and "may I come on's" just became a nuisance to acknowledge.

"Well make yourself at home," you mumbled, to which he simply laughed.

Things had definitely changed since the last time he visited.

Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest when you saw him take his coat off, revealing he had put on some muscle. It wasn't quite as noticeable as his band members, but he had gone from the thin and fragile boy next door, to the manly guy you ogled in front of you that day.