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Little do You Know | OT7 | Drabble - DDAY The Final (FINAL)
🕑 Added 2024-06-15 13:00:01 +0000 UTC
Pair: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader
Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose.
Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au.
Chapter warnings: Baby and Hyung Line watch Yoongi’s final concert.
WC: 2.3k
“Someone is really trying to get that ‘favorite’ position, huh?”
Hoseok’s little nod of the head made you look to a corner of the dressing room with a big, black leather couch. That’s where you found Namjoon and a very excited Minsuk sitting on his lap, while the two of them talked to Mrs. Min.
It being the final –FINAL– concert of Yoongi’s tour, everyone that could come tonight did so. Which included the two of your boyfriends that were already enlisted in the military and serving their time, Yoongi’s parents, his older brother and sister in law, and your father and Minsuk.
It wasn’t the first time that your family met his family, but everytime they mingled, Yoongi’s mother latched onto your older sister as if dreaming about a future where she’d have her own grandchildren to spoil and gush over.
“That’s because Suk is the only one who will actually pick a favorite.” you chuckled, back resting comfortably against Seokjin’s wide and strong chest as the man hugged your middle from behind you. Sending a playful wink to Hoseok, you added: “You should get in on that, I don’t think your position is very high on the list.”
“What about your list?” Hoseok asked with a raised eyebrow that was almost completely hidden by the cap used to cover his buzzcut. “I’m more interested in that one.”
“You will always be number one in mine.” you grinned, feeling Jin’s small groan behind you before you added: “All seven of you are always a tie for first place.”
While Hoseok laughed at your usual answer, Seokjin noted yet another situation in the room:
“When did those two become best friends?”
Both you and Hoseok had to turn a little to see what Seokjin meant, finding Mr. Min and Appa having such a heated conversation that you could only guess they were talking about politics.
“I do not approve of that!” Yoongi’s father commented with a serious expression, forehead containing a few too many wrinkles.
“I do not approve of it either!” Appa agreed, just as stern.
You held a breath as both men looked at each other and finally nodded, calming down and agreeing about whatever it was that they were discussing.
“When did they become the same person?” Hoseok corrected his hyung and you couldn’t help but agree.
“They were always alike, I guess.” you told them quietly. “It’s a good thing Appa will already have a friend when he and Minsuk finish their move to Seoul.”
They still had a few things to take care of before actually packing and moving into your old apartment –the dorm that was now owned by Jimin–, despite it being ready for them as you were just finishing moving into Yoongi’s apartment with him.
There was so much happening around you that it was a little hard to focus on just one thing: talks were coming up about your show moving from YouTube to a TV Channel, your family’s move to Seoul, Yoongi’s enlistment announcement, your move into his apartment, Seokjin’s brother having another baby, the last four of your boyfriends enlisting in the next month or so, Taehyung choosing to enlist in the special forces out of nowhere–
“Yo, dongsaeng-ie.”
At the call of the nickname given to you by Yoongi’s crew and band, you stopped overthinking so fast that your neck almost cracked when you looked at the entrance of the changing room.
“The boss is calling for you.” Yeonjun, the band’s bassist, let you know with a wave before being gone again.
“Do they really call hyung that?” Seokjin had a small laugh on his pretty lips once he let go of you so you could look for the man in question.
“It caught on recently, but I’m the only one allowed to call him king.” you explained, more than a little proud about where you stood with Yoongi and how you were treated by his team.
Part of it was a remnant of the fact you went on tour with them as much as you could; being there to support your man on the road made you grow closer to the dancers, musicians and staff. They respected you as a person and as Yoongi’s partner, making you all bond and grow a friendship you never expected.
“I’ll meet you guys when the concert starts, yeah?” you told your two lovers, giving them both a kiss on the lips.
“Are you watching with us or with the family?” Hoseok asked.
“I’m not quite sure I want all the parents to see how unhinged I get when that man is up on stage.” you let out a tiny wheeze before giggling and taking your leave.
Finding Yoongi was easy, you knew he was chilling and focusing right before he had to go on stage. Being the man of the hour, during a very special night –the last time he would stand in front of ARMY in a few years– took a lot on the usually quiet man. His parents, friends and work colleagues were always looking for him to congratulate him on the whole tour and wish him good luck for the future.
Yoongi was inside the second to last room in the long hallway that led to the entrance of the stage. A simple knock on the door was enough for him to grumble that you could go inside.
“There he is.” you smiled sweetly to the handsome man, closing the door behind you so you’d keep the privacy and quiet he needed right now. “Did you finish the interviews?”
As you walked to where he was standing, you saw the many cameras and equipment his filming crew used to record behind the scenes and takes for the final version of a movie that would be released in the theaters the following year.
“Just filmed the last one.” Yoongi nodded, looking at himself in the mirror to fix his Valentino jacket. “When are you filming yours?”
“Filmed it this morning.” you replied, wrapping both arms around his waist and watching him through the reflection in the mirror. “Do you think they’ll keep it in the final cut?”
“I’ll make sure they do.” the man smiled with pressed lips and you moved your hand to rub his tummy to relax him.
Yoongi looked at you then, a tiny, barely there, pout playing on his pink colored lips.
“Maybe leave it as a post credit scene.” you mumbled against his lips as you just couldn’t help but kiss him. “A special thing for ARMY to find, me gushing about how incredibly talented you are.”
“Hajimaaaaa.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” your arms loosened from around him so Yoongi could turn and face you fully. “Is that not why you called me here? To praise you?”
The man groaned deliciously low, avoiding your eyes and trying to hold back a smile. You ran your hands up to his chest, fingertips meeting the cold of the chains around his neck.
“Actually, no.” he corrected in a raspy tone that had your knees buckling. “I called you here because tonight is your last chance to come up on stage.”
“Oh, god, you’re still trying to get me up there?” you groaned much like he had a few seconds back. “Is having three of your members and so many of your friends not enough for you?”
“Never.” he grinned, more cat-like than human. “Come on, kitten, just once.”
“What do you even want me to do? Should I carry you in on my shoulder?”
“If that’s what you want.” Yoongi laughed and his shoulders shook gently. “I don’t care what you do, just be there. Just for a second.”
“Jimin was right, you can’t take no for an answer.” you were rolling your eyes, but Yoongi knew your weak spots; quite literally, as he pressed his lips to your neck, right on your pulse point under your ear. “Fineeeeee, but I have a condition.”
“A condition?” he laughed against the skin of your neck, making you press your lips instead of letting out a whine. “You’re really going to blackmail me on a night like this?”
“If I am, I learned it from you.” you told him, smug. Yoongi took his face away from your neck and raised an eyebrow. That’s when you told him your condition: “I’ll do it. If you reveal your tattoo tonight.”
You would never force Yoongi to show his tattoo to the world, you liked being one of the few people who knew it was located on the back of his shoulder and you also knew that Yoongi was having the time of his life teasing ARMY about it. So it was a secret he might as well take to his grave –just like the dot tattoo he had on his right ring finger, but that not many people noticed yet–.
Which was the perfect exchange coin. Yoongi would never reveal it tonight, so you wouldn’t have to go on stage like he’d been begging you ever since before the tour even started.
A heavy bang on the door made you jump, but Yoongi didn’t even flinch.
“Time to break it up, kiddos–” Yi–jeong, also known as EL CAPITXN, didn’t wait for a reply before opening the door at once and barging in, being followed by the rest of the band and a couple camera holding staff. “It’s show time.”
“Are they decent?!” Shinwon was being guided into the room by Changhyun, eyes dramatically closed as if scared he might catch you and Yoongi doing what you shouldn’t. “I don’t wanna see the boss’ pale ass again.”
“Hajimaaaaaa–” Yoongi complained, but it was drowned out by the laughs that filled the room; including yours.
“Count yourself as lucky, he has a great ass.” you defended your man, but it made him grumble and curse under his breath.
“Alright, everybody, gather ‘round.” Yi–jeong was in the middle of the room, calling everyone to join in for one of their pre-show rituals.
Much like Bangtan had their ‘BANG-BANGTAN’ moment where they all put their hands together, Yoongi and his band did the same. And much like with his brothers, Yoongi never looked at their hands in the middle of the circle; choosing to either look at the ceiling, or at you.
“Alright, when I say Min Yoongi, you guys say ‘has a great ass’.” Shinwon started the chance, not giving Yoongi a second to complain when he called: “Min Yoongi–”
“Has a great ass!” everyone repeated at the same time, much to Yoongi’s despair.
You never participated in the pre-show chants, staying to the side and watching with a heart full of love for that crazy group of people you considered your close friends. A little DDAY family, if you will.
You’d miss this.
You’d miss this so much.
“No tears, dongsaeng-gie.” a heavy arm was wrapped around your shoulders and the cloud of male cologne that was good, but way too strong, made your nose burn. “You’re not getting rid of us, even if it’s our last show.”
“I know.” you smiled, drying your teary eyes with the backs of your fingers. “We’re still doing drunk noraebang nights, right?”
“You bet Yoongi’s pale ass.” Yi–jeong might never let this go at this point.
At the manager's call that everyone had five minutes to get to their position, the band started to scramble out of the room, stopping by the tiny staff girl at the door to pick up their shots of whiskey; yet another pre-show ritual they never missed.
Finding Yoongi again, you could tell he was in a zone. His shoulders were pushed back and his expression was stoic and serious. One might think he was mad about the jokes and playful banter, but you knew better. Yoongi was feeling the weight of tonight, of how many important people he had in the crowd, of having to end one of the best experiences he’d ever gone through.
“Come on.” you slipped your hand into one of his, leading him to the door when he couldn’t move. “Go show them who’s the boss.”
The smirk that pulled the side of Yoongi’s lips up was dangerous, upturned and showing his teeth. That wasn’t Yoongi at all, it was Agust D. Parts of you were tensing and others melting for your lover’s stage persona.
Before Yoongi could reach for one of the two shot glasses remaining, you took it for yourself and tipped the liquid content into your mouth. Yoongi watched you curiously as you let go of his hand and threw your arms around his neck, pressing your lips against his.
Never one to miss anything, Yoongi’s lips covered yours and he sucked the alcohol into his mouth, swallowing it in one go before holding the back of your neck and swiping his tongue seductively against yours. The teasing man had the audacity to pull back too fast for your own liking, swiping the rough pad of his thumb against the corner of your lips to get rid of the spilled droplets.
“I’ll show them who’s the king.”
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Sathom013
*melting-goey-melted puddle* king, boss man sir 🫡
