You couldn't believe your luck.
Your cousin and best friend in the world, Enzo, who was an up and coming producer would have the opportunity to work with Suga, the best producer in the world…at least according to you. You were in absolute shock, when he told you, almost collapsing from excitement, "shut the fuck up...how, when, what...is this real?" "Yeah, girl, relax," he was excited for the opportunity, but knowing how in love you were with BTS he was even more excited to tell you about it. "I can't believe it, Zo, I'm so damn proud of you, like so legit happy...you deserve it," you hugged him and he started telling you all the details. "I can't believe it," you shook your head, mind blown, "I can't wait to hear about it." "I honestly can't wait to tell you," he was still in shock about the whole thing.
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"I invited him to the game," Enzo said with urgency, "relax and be cool." "Shut the the fuck up...no fucking way," your head was spinning as you stood in front of the arena waiting for him, "how the fuck is this happening?" "You gotta pull your shit together, like now, because we're on our way," he seemed to be hiding the fact that he was talking to you. "Whoa, wait, make sure to tell him that you're meeting someone. I don't want him to be surprised by my presence," you were suddenly scared, knowing the boys were on vacation, you did not want to 'bother' him on his time off. "I already did, be cool, see you soon," Enzo immediately hung up and you realized that it was actually happening.
Your uncle, Enzo’s dad, was a huge NBA fan and he'd had courtside tickets to all LA games for as long as you could remember. Since your uncle had gotten older, you and Enzo had taken over the seats. You knew they would come in handy one day and you had immediately planted the idea of inviting Yoongi. You knew how much Yoongi enjoyed basketball and you figured if you could maybe meet him...
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"Zo, you should totally invite him tonight. He legit loves basketball," you started to plant, "I bet he would totally say yes." "Isn't that weird though, like I would just be meeting him, I'm gonna sound like a total weirdo," he pushed back, unwilling to taint his cool quotient. "I mean, not if things are going well. He's so down to earth, I bet he'd be super excited, just promise me you will if he is as cool as I know he will be...please, promise me," you begged. You could see in his face that he was going to ask if he had the opening, he loved you and would do anything for you. "Ok, I'll see how it goes," Enzo relented as if it was a huge ask, releasing a mostly fake heavy sigh. "Ahhh, I can't wait! It's gonna be amazing!" You were overwhelmed with excitement, just thinking of the possibility of being in the same breathing space as Yoongi. The thought was enough to make you light headed, you couldn't wait.
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[You]: I'm going in, I can't be waiting out here like a legit stalker
[Enzo]: ok, we're like 30 minutes out. Bro, he is so fucking cool
[You]: see I told you...and he's so hot too
[Enzo]: please don't embarrass me 😫
[You]: as if, I hope you haven't already embarrassed me 😬
[Enzo]: get me a popcorn 🍿
[You]: bro, for real??? Fine. I mean I guess you are bringing me Yoongi 😍😍😍
[Enzo]: you're totally gonna embarrass me 🙈
[You]: 🤣🤣🤣
You snacked on the popcorn nervously, watching the clock tick closer to the 30 minute mark. You kept checking your face on your phone, trying to be cool, but your heart was racing. You were honestly overwhelmed with just the thought of seeing Yoongi...shaking his hand or talking to him, forget about it. You were done before anything even began.
[Enzo]: just stepped into the arena
[You]: FUCK 😭😭😭
You tried not to look around so much, but it was impossible. You couldn't gain control of your body, your legs were shaking, and your hands were freezing with anxiety. Your inner dialogue was speeding through a million thoughts at a time, trying to calm your nerves by reminding yourself how humble and kind they all were, that it would be fine...that you were cool and you didn't have to freak out because you got this. Except when you caught a glimpse of Enzo, his 'too cool for school' look plastered on his face...you immediately felt nauseous. Your only thought was, 'don't puke, don't puke, don't puke'.
Enzo gave you ‘the look’, then hugged you whispering, "calm the fuck down...breathe." When he released you, he stepped slightly to the side...and there he was. "This is my cousin," Enzo announced as he turned to Yoongi, "meet…" Before your cousin could finish, Yoongi extended his hand and completed the introduction, "Suga." You fainted inwardly, thinking of all the songs where his whispered 'Suga' and you clenched trying to handle the amount of sexiness he was exuding. He smiled and you snapped out of it, smiling, "hi, so nice to meet you." You sat down, smiling and completely losing your mind. You went into full shit losing mode when Yoongi sat in the seat right next to you. Enzo took the seat on the other side of him and winked at you, and you made a mental note to leave every one of your possessions to him in your will. You heard Enzo start a conversation about music and you tried to remember how to breathe, how to keep your tongue in your head…how to squeeze your legs together to handle how hot you were, you could practically taste Yoongi’s dick in your mouth.
You watched the game…meaning, you looked forward but watched Yoongi in your peripheral vision. You were so close to him, you could smell him…his scent was tantalizing, you tried to calm your mind running with fantasies of turning to him and licking his neck. You let out a long slow sigh and closed your eyes, trying to deal with just sitting next to him...but you needed to talk to him. You needed to look into his eyes, you needed to…fuck him, right there. “Would you like some popcorn,” you smiled, holding the popcorn container closer to him. He smiled and nodded, sweetly thanking you, then asking, “do you really like basketball?” “Fuck yes,” you blurted out, your eyes widened and you looked down embarrassed, thinking ‘did you really just say that?’ You were mortified, but you breathed a sigh of relief when he laughed and placed his hand back into the popcorn container to get more, “fuck yes…me too!” You both laughed and you remembered…it’s Yoongi.
You started to exchange small talk about the game. He giggled when you got into it, talking shit to the refs or calling out the players, being exactly who you always were. He seemed to be showing interest in you, outside of you being a basketball fan, asking you questions about yourself…clearly trying to learn more about you. You talked about your work, things you liked to do, how close you were to Enzo...you felt like you were sharing everything. You could feel something building between you that felt like more than him just being nice. You decided to test your theory, scooting slightly closer to him when his attention was with Enzo. You looked down and saw that he was rubbing his hands against his jean covered thighs. You were grateful that you’d worn the short skirt you were wearing as your skin was just begging to be touched. You smiled at him, before you turned your attention away…wondering if he would try to touch your skin, respectfully…of course. When you felt the backs of his fingers against the outside of your thigh you heard the sounds of a casino jackpot explode in your head, screaming internally, ‘FUCK YES!’ You turned to him smiling and he smiled back at you, both of you staring into each other’s eyes, before both nodding like…yeah, that happened, let’s do more. The next time you laughed, you placed your hand over his hand on his thigh, leaving it there momentarily as your eyes connected again.
You felt blessed, realizing just how lucky you were to be where you were, to be playing handsy pants with Yoongi. But…something was bugging you. You felt like you were lying to him, pretending that you didn’t fully know who he was and it made you uncomfortable. You’d been feeling that way since you were answering his questions, conveniently ‘forgetting’ to share how big a part of your life Bangtan was. You saw that the second quarter was coming to an end and you decided that you would share your ARMY status with him. You felt a connection and you hoped that he would still be interested when he found out…you were a huge fan.
As the clock ticked down to halftime, you started to feel anxious, your heart was racing when you thought about how uncomfortable they could feel about overzealous fans…especially Yoongi who’d had some bad experiences. Your doubts started to run through your already racing and anxious mind, ‘what if he’s not into it, but he will be appreciative, but then what if he loses interest, what if he’s not interested in dating an army…’ You took a deep breath and decided, he needed to know who you were completely…and if you were just going to be friends, that would already be enough.
You heard Enzo's voice telling Yoongi something, but you couldn’t quite make out what he was saying, then you heard Yoongi say, “I’m good here…if that’s cool.” Enzo nodded with a smile on his face, standing up and giving you the ‘get it girl’ look before letting you know what he’d been saying, “Yo, cuz, I’m gonna go say hi to everyone. I’ll be back in a bit. You ok here?” You looked at him with a very quick ‘duh, are you fucking serious of fucking course’ look on your face. “Absolutely! No worries,” you played it cool, but made sure to emphasize your joy to be staying. Yoongi smiled at you and when your cousin was out of sight, you both started to talk at the same time. You both laughed, then encouraged the other to say what they were going to say. You were grateful when you won and Yoongi started to say what he wanted first, “I’m having a lot of fun with you. It’s so noisy in here though, maybe you’ll let me take you to a late dinner after?” You smiled and nodded, “fuck yes!” He laughed and placed his hand on your thigh, nodding with his Yoongi ‘cool, I’m cool, it’s cool’ face, “awesome.”
Then your inner dialogue reminded you what you were going to say, you didn’t want him to be making plans with someone that maybe he didn’t want to make plans with, so you took the chance and stayed true to yourself, “so…I’m having a really good time and I meant what I said, I’d like nothing more than to spend more time with you Yoongi.” He smiled, then his eyes widened when he heard you say his real name, and he humbly said, “you know my name?” You smiled and nodded, “yeah, actually that was what I was going to say…I’m an army, like a legit, streaming record keeping, army bomb owning, purple heart emoji overusing…a real, ‘I love BTS with my entire heart’ army.” He started to laugh, “that would definitely make you a true army, especially the purple heart emoji. I’m happy that you like us. So who is your bias?” Your jaw dropped and your eyes shifted into the double eyeball emoji, before you responded, “I’m OT7, of course.” He laughed, “yeah, yeah, yeah…I saw those eyes, who is it really. Let’s agree that I know that you love us all…so tell me who. Wait, show me the back of your phone.” “Oh my god, no,” you shook your head embarrassed, but definitely relieved when you realized he didn’t care, he’d already made a judgment that you were cool. “Come on, beautiful, let me see who it is,” he reached for your hand and after a small pretend struggle, you relented and covered your face waiting for his reaction. He started laughing harder than he had the entire time, “I fucking knew it…Jimin, of course.”
You laughed with him as he handed your phone back to you, “but, I’m like always so so so close to being double biased with my wrecker...” You smiled, opening your phone and showing him your home screen with your favorite picture of him. He smiled and giggled, “awww, for real, I really am…well maybe after tonight you’ll say that I’m more than your bias or wrecker.” Your stomach fluttered with butterflies, warmth falling over you, at the same time you felt the wetness that you’d been trying to control between your legs kiss your panties. “I’m pretty confident that I am for sure, double biased now,” you smirked, before biting on your bottom lip. “Yeah? I’m happy to hear that…I can tell you with certainty that I am YOU biased,” he reached over and connected his hand with yours, “I never do this…like ever, but you wanna leave now? I’d like to get to know you a little bit better…and that’s hard to do here. Especially when all I’m thinking about is how your lips will feel pressed against mine.” “Ummm, FUCK YES,” your enthusiasm caused him to laugh again. He pulled you up, staying attached to your hand and led the way out of the arena.
The moment you were in a space where you were alone, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him and softly kissed you. You melted into a full puddle, which just matched the puddle of your juices clinging to your panties. When your lips parted, he pulled you into a tight hug and whispered outside your ear, “fuck yes!”
Your cousin and best friend in the world, Enzo, who was an up and coming producer would have the opportunity to work with Suga, the best producer in the world…at least according to you. You were in absolute shock, when he told you, almost collapsing from excitement, "shut the fuck up...how, when, what...is this real?" "Yeah, girl, relax," he was excited for the opportunity, but knowing how in love you were with BTS he was even more excited to tell you about it. "I can't believe it, Zo, I'm so damn proud of you, like so legit happy...you deserve it," you hugged him and he started telling you all the details. "I can't believe it," you shook your head, mind blown, "I can't wait to hear about it." "I honestly can't wait to tell you," he was still in shock about the whole thing.
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"I invited him to the game," Enzo said with urgency, "relax and be cool." "Shut the the fuck up...no fucking way," your head was spinning as you stood in front of the arena waiting for him, "how the fuck is this happening?" "You gotta pull your shit together, like now, because we're on our way," he seemed to be hiding the fact that he was talking to you. "Whoa, wait, make sure to tell him that you're meeting someone. I don't want him to be surprised by my presence," you were suddenly scared, knowing the boys were on vacation, you did not want to 'bother' him on his time off. "I already did, be cool, see you soon," Enzo immediately hung up and you realized that it was actually happening.
Your uncle, Enzo’s dad, was a huge NBA fan and he'd had courtside tickets to all LA games for as long as you could remember. Since your uncle had gotten older, you and Enzo had taken over the seats. You knew they would come in handy one day and you had immediately planted the idea of inviting Yoongi. You knew how much Yoongi enjoyed basketball and you figured if you could maybe meet him...
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"Zo, you should totally invite him tonight. He legit loves basketball," you started to plant, "I bet he would totally say yes." "Isn't that weird though, like I would just be meeting him, I'm gonna sound like a total weirdo," he pushed back, unwilling to taint his cool quotient. "I mean, not if things are going well. He's so down to earth, I bet he'd be super excited, just promise me you will if he is as cool as I know he will be...please, promise me," you begged. You could see in his face that he was going to ask if he had the opening, he loved you and would do anything for you. "Ok, I'll see how it goes," Enzo relented as if it was a huge ask, releasing a mostly fake heavy sigh. "Ahhh, I can't wait! It's gonna be amazing!" You were overwhelmed with excitement, just thinking of the possibility of being in the same breathing space as Yoongi. The thought was enough to make you light headed, you couldn't wait.
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[You]: I'm going in, I can't be waiting out here like a legit stalker
[Enzo]: ok, we're like 30 minutes out. Bro, he is so fucking cool
[You]: see I told you...and he's so hot too
[Enzo]: please don't embarrass me 😫
[You]: as if, I hope you haven't already embarrassed me 😬
[Enzo]: get me a popcorn 🍿
[You]: bro, for real??? Fine. I mean I guess you are bringing me Yoongi 😍😍😍
[Enzo]: you're totally gonna embarrass me 🙈
[You]: 🤣🤣🤣
You snacked on the popcorn nervously, watching the clock tick closer to the 30 minute mark. You kept checking your face on your phone, trying to be cool, but your heart was racing. You were honestly overwhelmed with just the thought of seeing Yoongi...shaking his hand or talking to him, forget about it. You were done before anything even began.
[Enzo]: just stepped into the arena
[You]: FUCK 😭😭😭
You tried not to look around so much, but it was impossible. You couldn't gain control of your body, your legs were shaking, and your hands were freezing with anxiety. Your inner dialogue was speeding through a million thoughts at a time, trying to calm your nerves by reminding yourself how humble and kind they all were, that it would be fine...that you were cool and you didn't have to freak out because you got this. Except when you caught a glimpse of Enzo, his 'too cool for school' look plastered on his face...you immediately felt nauseous. Your only thought was, 'don't puke, don't puke, don't puke'.
Enzo gave you ‘the look’, then hugged you whispering, "calm the fuck down...breathe." When he released you, he stepped slightly to the side...and there he was. "This is my cousin," Enzo announced as he turned to Yoongi, "meet…" Before your cousin could finish, Yoongi extended his hand and completed the introduction, "Suga." You fainted inwardly, thinking of all the songs where his whispered 'Suga' and you clenched trying to handle the amount of sexiness he was exuding. He smiled and you snapped out of it, smiling, "hi, so nice to meet you." You sat down, smiling and completely losing your mind. You went into full shit losing mode when Yoongi sat in the seat right next to you. Enzo took the seat on the other side of him and winked at you, and you made a mental note to leave every one of your possessions to him in your will. You heard Enzo start a conversation about music and you tried to remember how to breathe, how to keep your tongue in your head…how to squeeze your legs together to handle how hot you were, you could practically taste Yoongi’s dick in your mouth.
You watched the game…meaning, you looked forward but watched Yoongi in your peripheral vision. You were so close to him, you could smell him…his scent was tantalizing, you tried to calm your mind running with fantasies of turning to him and licking his neck. You let out a long slow sigh and closed your eyes, trying to deal with just sitting next to him...but you needed to talk to him. You needed to look into his eyes, you needed to…fuck him, right there. “Would you like some popcorn,” you smiled, holding the popcorn container closer to him. He smiled and nodded, sweetly thanking you, then asking, “do you really like basketball?” “Fuck yes,” you blurted out, your eyes widened and you looked down embarrassed, thinking ‘did you really just say that?’ You were mortified, but you breathed a sigh of relief when he laughed and placed his hand back into the popcorn container to get more, “fuck yes…me too!” You both laughed and you remembered…it’s Yoongi.
You started to exchange small talk about the game. He giggled when you got into it, talking shit to the refs or calling out the players, being exactly who you always were. He seemed to be showing interest in you, outside of you being a basketball fan, asking you questions about yourself…clearly trying to learn more about you. You talked about your work, things you liked to do, how close you were to Enzo...you felt like you were sharing everything. You could feel something building between you that felt like more than him just being nice. You decided to test your theory, scooting slightly closer to him when his attention was with Enzo. You looked down and saw that he was rubbing his hands against his jean covered thighs. You were grateful that you’d worn the short skirt you were wearing as your skin was just begging to be touched. You smiled at him, before you turned your attention away…wondering if he would try to touch your skin, respectfully…of course. When you felt the backs of his fingers against the outside of your thigh you heard the sounds of a casino jackpot explode in your head, screaming internally, ‘FUCK YES!’ You turned to him smiling and he smiled back at you, both of you staring into each other’s eyes, before both nodding like…yeah, that happened, let’s do more. The next time you laughed, you placed your hand over his hand on his thigh, leaving it there momentarily as your eyes connected again.
You felt blessed, realizing just how lucky you were to be where you were, to be playing handsy pants with Yoongi. But…something was bugging you. You felt like you were lying to him, pretending that you didn’t fully know who he was and it made you uncomfortable. You’d been feeling that way since you were answering his questions, conveniently ‘forgetting’ to share how big a part of your life Bangtan was. You saw that the second quarter was coming to an end and you decided that you would share your ARMY status with him. You felt a connection and you hoped that he would still be interested when he found out…you were a huge fan.
As the clock ticked down to halftime, you started to feel anxious, your heart was racing when you thought about how uncomfortable they could feel about overzealous fans…especially Yoongi who’d had some bad experiences. Your doubts started to run through your already racing and anxious mind, ‘what if he’s not into it, but he will be appreciative, but then what if he loses interest, what if he’s not interested in dating an army…’ You took a deep breath and decided, he needed to know who you were completely…and if you were just going to be friends, that would already be enough.
You heard Enzo's voice telling Yoongi something, but you couldn’t quite make out what he was saying, then you heard Yoongi say, “I’m good here…if that’s cool.” Enzo nodded with a smile on his face, standing up and giving you the ‘get it girl’ look before letting you know what he’d been saying, “Yo, cuz, I’m gonna go say hi to everyone. I’ll be back in a bit. You ok here?” You looked at him with a very quick ‘duh, are you fucking serious of fucking course’ look on your face. “Absolutely! No worries,” you played it cool, but made sure to emphasize your joy to be staying. Yoongi smiled at you and when your cousin was out of sight, you both started to talk at the same time. You both laughed, then encouraged the other to say what they were going to say. You were grateful when you won and Yoongi started to say what he wanted first, “I’m having a lot of fun with you. It’s so noisy in here though, maybe you’ll let me take you to a late dinner after?” You smiled and nodded, “fuck yes!” He laughed and placed his hand on your thigh, nodding with his Yoongi ‘cool, I’m cool, it’s cool’ face, “awesome.”
Then your inner dialogue reminded you what you were going to say, you didn’t want him to be making plans with someone that maybe he didn’t want to make plans with, so you took the chance and stayed true to yourself, “so…I’m having a really good time and I meant what I said, I’d like nothing more than to spend more time with you Yoongi.” He smiled, then his eyes widened when he heard you say his real name, and he humbly said, “you know my name?” You smiled and nodded, “yeah, actually that was what I was going to say…I’m an army, like a legit, streaming record keeping, army bomb owning, purple heart emoji overusing…a real, ‘I love BTS with my entire heart’ army.” He started to laugh, “that would definitely make you a true army, especially the purple heart emoji. I’m happy that you like us. So who is your bias?” Your jaw dropped and your eyes shifted into the double eyeball emoji, before you responded, “I’m OT7, of course.” He laughed, “yeah, yeah, yeah…I saw those eyes, who is it really. Let’s agree that I know that you love us all…so tell me who. Wait, show me the back of your phone.” “Oh my god, no,” you shook your head embarrassed, but definitely relieved when you realized he didn’t care, he’d already made a judgment that you were cool. “Come on, beautiful, let me see who it is,” he reached for your hand and after a small pretend struggle, you relented and covered your face waiting for his reaction. He started laughing harder than he had the entire time, “I fucking knew it…Jimin, of course.”
You laughed with him as he handed your phone back to you, “but, I’m like always so so so close to being double biased with my wrecker...” You smiled, opening your phone and showing him your home screen with your favorite picture of him. He smiled and giggled, “awww, for real, I really am…well maybe after tonight you’ll say that I’m more than your bias or wrecker.” Your stomach fluttered with butterflies, warmth falling over you, at the same time you felt the wetness that you’d been trying to control between your legs kiss your panties. “I’m pretty confident that I am for sure, double biased now,” you smirked, before biting on your bottom lip. “Yeah? I’m happy to hear that…I can tell you with certainty that I am YOU biased,” he reached over and connected his hand with yours, “I never do this…like ever, but you wanna leave now? I’d like to get to know you a little bit better…and that’s hard to do here. Especially when all I’m thinking about is how your lips will feel pressed against mine.” “Ummm, FUCK YES,” your enthusiasm caused him to laugh again. He pulled you up, staying attached to your hand and led the way out of the arena.
The moment you were in a space where you were alone, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him and softly kissed you. You melted into a full puddle, which just matched the puddle of your juices clinging to your panties. When your lips parted, he pulled you into a tight hug and whispered outside your ear, “fuck yes!”